Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

The Dustless Pearl appears.

After that day, one piece of news spread throughout the world of immortal cultivation: Nangong Xiu was going to be resurrected.

Therefore, finding Mu Yunzhong, a disciple of Sanyuan Sect, and destroying the Wuchen Pearl became the most important task of the immortal path.

After experiencing the disagreements and dissensions at the Trial Conference, the hundreds of immortal sects were once again united because of that terrifying existence.

There must never be another Nangong Xiu in the world of immortal cultivation.

This is the consensus of everyone.

The storyteller on the street once again told the story that had been passed down for a thousand years, which caused the audience to applaud.

"Is this Nangong Xiu really so powerful that those immortals who practice cultivation are so afraid of him?" There were also people who were curious and suspicious.

"It seems like this is the first time that the judge has heard of this name." The storyteller folded his fan and his voice became much higher. Once the stage was set up and the story was told, the thing he feared most was that no one would interact with him. Now that someone was joining in the conversation, he was naturally happy.

"What is the real strength of Nangong Xiu? According to rumors, one of his swords can kill millions of people and destroy the world. When the hundreds of immortal sects surrounded Nangong Xiu, the battlefield alone caused countless casualties due to the sword energy. After thousands of years, it is still a wasteland."

"People who practice cultivation fight for their lives against the heaven and earth. Even if they can gain a long life and eternal youth, they will eventually die. If a person dies, the golden elixir in his body will also dissipate. But this Nangong Xiu is different."

"What's the difference?" someone asked, and everyone stopped cracking melon seeds.

A pair of hands next to her took the opportunity to grab a handful of his melon seeds and put them into their own bowl and started eating them. Another person also pushed through the crowd and sat next to her.

Feeling someone sitting down, Jiang Tingwan subconsciously turned his head and saw the person coming. His eyes lit up, "Why are you here?"

The high pitch of her voice immediately attracted the attention of the people around her and also caused the storyteller on the stage to raise his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

Someone immediately stepped forward and said, "Keep your voice down."

Jiang Tingwan quickly apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The storyteller continued: "This is different. The difference is that although Nangong Xiu's body died, his golden elixir did not disappear..."

Jiang Tingwan lowered his voice and asked, "Didn't I tell you to rest at home?"

"The sun is about to set and you haven't come home yet, so I came to check on you." Mu Yunzhong looked at the yellow sunlight gradually tinging the horizon.

Jiang Tingwan finally reacted and exclaimed again: "Oh, I listened so hard that I almost forgot the time."

"It's you again. Do you have any manners? Do you want to listen? If you don't want to listen, then..."

The person who was speaking was in the middle of listening when he was interrupted twice in succession. He spoke louder to Jiang Tingwan, which caused Mu Yunzhong to look at him coldly.

I don’t know why, the man in front of him clearly looked a little weak, but this look still scared him and he stopped talking immediately.

Jiang Tingwan began to apologize again, bowing and nodding, "Sorry, sorry!"

The man followed Jiang Tingwan's apology and restrained his expression. With a timid attitude, he tried to hide away. His voice became softer, "Speak softly."

Jiang Tingwan was hesitating whether to leave, but the storyteller on the stage was just reaching a key point.

"You should know that the true essence and spiritual power of this cultivator are all gathered in the golden elixir in the body. If a person dies and the golden elixir is still there, it means that the person's vitality and soul are still there..."

"I'll listen for a little longer. We'll soon reach the important place." Jiang Tingwan lowered his voice and soothed Mu Yunzhong, fearing that he would be anxious.

Mu Yunzhong didn't come to urge her, but since she was in the mood, he naturally let her do it.

But the story on stage has come to an end.

"Because this item is closely related to the demon Nangong Xiu and is a relic of the Wuchen Palace, the hundreds of immortal sects call it the Wuchen Pearl. The elixir survives while the person is alive. If the elixir is destroyed, the person dies."

The storyteller's tone rose and fell frequently, reaching a climax at the end, "But what is unexpected is that after a thousand years, this Dustless Pearl appeared in the world a month ago in Qinghuai City during the trial conference held by the Hundred Immortal Sects."

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next story, but the storyteller paused, his eyes rolling around, and finally he clapped his hands and straightened his body. "To know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter: The Dustless Pearl appears in Qinghuai City, and the three major sects work together to quell the rebellion."

After a loud exclamation, the storyteller announced the end of today's story, but the people in the audience were excited and couldn't wait to know what the next story would be.

"What! It's over again!"

"Sir, tell me more."

"Yeah, haven't we heard enough?"

"We've been sitting here for a long time, and we've only heard an old story, but you still haven't told me what you should have told me."

The result of the lingering feeling and the abrupt ending was that everyone's emotions were aroused to the greatest extent, and they clamored for the storyteller to continue.

Even Jiang Tingwan, who had been waiting specially, couldn't bear it any longer. "Hey!? Aren't you talking about the Dustless Pearl? Why did you stop here?"

Jiang Tingwan stood up immediately and followed the crowd in shouting, "I've been waiting for a long time, and this is it? Give me back my money!"

Her voice was particularly penetrating, and it immediately reached everyone's ears, and they also shouted, "Give us our money back! Give us our money back!"

The public was outraged, and the storyteller quickly tried to make amends, "Listen, everyone. We are just small businesses. I have already told the story, but the sun is about to set. Even if I wanted to tell the story, the time does not allow it."

When the time was mentioned, the others looked at the sun that was about to set and realized that they were just shouting. Nothing was more important than going home, so the matter of returning the money was immediately forgotten and they all dispersed.

In just a few words, Jiang Tingwan didn't even have time to react before the people around him dispersed. Wasn't this too fast?

In an instant, Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong were the only two people left in the entire stage. Jiang Tingwan, who stood up, looked like someone looking for trouble.

However, the people on the stage did not think that the two who stayed behind were looking for trouble. Instead, they said in a friendly manner, "You two, it's getting late. If you are interested in the rest of the story, please come early tomorrow."

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, he turned around and went into the house.

"No, he knows how to stop. He stops at the place I want to hear, so I have to sit there for such a long time in vain, and still hear something I already know." Jiang Tingwan did not hear the news he wanted to hear, and complained to the storyteller who came into the room.

The servant who was packing up the tables, chairs and benches didn't care about Jiang Tingwan's mood and carried them into the building one by one.

"If you're worried, we can go into the city again tomorrow." Mu Yunzhong's voice came from behind.

Jiang Tingwan looked at him unexpectedly, and was stunned for a moment, "Do you know what I want to hear?"

Mu Yun finally stood up, and Jiang Tingwan went to help him up out of habit.

After resting for a month, he was already able to walk, but Jiang Tingwan still subconsciously treated him as a patient, fearing that he might get bumped or bruised.

Mu Yunzhong said: "You know everything about Nangong Xiu and the Dustless Pearl. The only thing you want to hear is the news about the Sanyuan Sect."

Jiang Tingwan was relieved and said, "It's been a month since the news from Qinghuai City reached here. I don't know how they have been doing since that day?"

Mu Yun finally remembered the escape a month ago: "This place is thousands of miles away from Qinghuai, and the news can still spread among the people, which is considered fast."

Jiang Tingwan thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense. "That's right. The conditions here are limited. The news of the Dustless Pearl can be spread beyond the Wanli Sea within a month, which means that the entire cultivation world is looking for us. Since we have left Sanyuan Sect, the three major sects naturally have no reason to embarrass them."

Although he hadn't heard any confirmed news, the current situation did indicate a certain peace at the moment, and Jiang Tingwan finally felt relieved.

Seeing this, Mu Yunzhong looked at the person opposite him and asked gently: "So, can you go home without any worries?"

Jiang Tingwan nodded and said, "Go back."

Mu Yunzhong was about to hold Jiang Tingwan's hand, but the man opposite him turned around, picked up the basket that had fallen on the ground, and raised it a few inches in front of Mu Yunzhong, saying excitedly, "I almost forgot, I bought a chicken today, I can make chicken soup for you and the little fox, and I also learned the special dishes here from the chef of the restaurant, and I will cook them for you when I get home."

Mu Yunzhong's gaze lingered on the basket of vegetables in front of him for a moment, and he smiled slightly in response.

"Let's go!" Jiang Tingwan took the first step to support Mu Yunzhong, still taking care of the patient wholeheartedly.

Mu Yun finally felt helpless, but he still turned around and followed her, walking back towards home.

After finally finding an opportunity, the hand that was being supported was about to switch positions to hold hers, but she suddenly stopped.

"Did you just walk here this way?" Jiang Tingwan remembered something and was startled.

Mu Yunzhong's hands stopped stiffly. Why was it so difficult?

Jiang Tingwan frowned slightly and began to mutter: "You just recovered from your injury, how could you walk so far?"

"It's okay, it's just a walk, let's go home." Mu Yun finally sighed and replied, and then he continued to hold Jiang Tingwan's hand.

But Jiang Tingwan didn't give him the chance and said, "No, although we don't live far away, your body is not as good as before... Wait for me here, I'll rent a donkey cart for you, and we'll go back by cart."

This small city is not as prosperous as Cangnan City and Qinghuai City. There are basically no people on the streets at night. It is not necessarily possible to rent a horse-drawn carriage, but a donkey cart is quite easy to rent.

After Jiang Tingwan finished speaking, he was about to rent a car.

Mu Yun finally took the opportunity to grab her and finally caught her.

Jiang Tingwan was forced to stop by this powerful pull. He was stunned for a moment and proposed the next solution: "How about I carry you on my back?"

Ever since Mu Yunzhong's pulse was severed and the little fox was injured, Jiang Tingwan has regarded himself as the only labor force in the family, doing his job conscientiously and always being there whenever called.

But his words reminded Mu Yun of the day when Jiang Tingwan carried him on her back and escaped from Qinghuai City. He could do nothing but watch her. He really didn't like this feeling.

His expression was no longer natural, but he still said softly, "I'm almost well again, really. It's getting late, we should go home."

After saying this, he held Jiang Tingwan's hand tightly, not giving her any chance to escape.

Jiang Tingwan suddenly realized something, and his hand softened. He followed his pace and headed towards home.