Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

The moment the sun jumped out from the edge of the mountain, a breeze happened to pass by and gently brushed Guan Shanyu's cheek.

He suddenly felt the restraint on his neck loosen, as if a drowning man had seen the light of day again, and he took a few deep breaths of the fresh mountain air.

Song Ziye saw Guan Shanyu kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. He knew that although his master's spiritual power test had not truly strangled his throat, it had still caused him considerable pain. He hurried forward to help Guan Shanyu up, brushed the dust off him, and turned to Master Yuan and asked, "Master, how is it?"

Yuan Chongxiao opened his eyes slightly, glanced around at Yue Lingwu, Qiushui Jianji, and the others, and slowly shook his head, "How strange! This child has neither the aura of the ancient demon clan nor any signs of being ambushed. Anyone who has come into contact with the demon clan in the past three years would have been able to detect something, but this child has nothing out of the ordinary. Could it be that I brought the wrong person?"

Yue Lingwu immediately denied it: "No, it's him."

Yuan Chongxiao stared at Guan Shanyu from side to side, and said thoughtfully: "It is indeed as Ziye said, this boy should have little to do with this case. Could it be that he is really unlucky and has been blamed?"

Qiushui Sword Princess asked: "Master, what do you mean?"

Yuan Chongxiao said, "This boy's spiritual power is too weak. Not to mention getting close to Xuan Qing, even if he moves within a five-mile radius of him, all his actions can be detected. However, if Xuan Qing is really being retaliated by the ancient high-level demons, then it will be a big problem. I heard that when Xuan Qing was young, he participated in a demon strangulation. The demons are extremely vengeful. By then, let alone finding the murderer, I'm afraid the safety of our colleagues will not be guaranteed. The best outcome at the moment is to pray that the murderer is just a cultivator."

After hearing this, Jin Yunche and the others couldn't help but shudder.

Guan Shanyu finally caught his breath and looked at the group of people in front of him. His heart was pounding, and he had no idea what they were up to.

He looked around but couldn't find Qing Yuanzi. He wondered whether he should mention his doubts about Qing Yuanzi, but he was afraid it would be inappropriate.

After all, they have been keeping an eye on me. What if they waste so much time on me and delay finding the real murderer?

He secretly glanced at Song Ziye beside him and saw him supporting himself with his head down in thought.

The uncles and old men around still looked unhappy. Guan Shanyu didn't know whether he had been cleared of suspicion or not. He was afraid that even if he told them now, they wouldn't believe it, right?

Perhaps it would be better to tell this to Song Ziye alone.

At this time, Qiushui Sword Lady suddenly said:

"Are you really determined to let him come? Aren't you afraid he'll run away?"

Guan Shanyu looked up curiously, confused, but saw Song Ziye nodding beside him and saying, "This secret technique focuses on blood, and Shanyu's blood type is just right. Although the process will be somewhat painful, it is harmless to the body and may even help open up his meridians, except... but it probably won't be used. I'll take Shanyu with me from now on, and if there are any problems, I'll take full responsibility."

What does it mean? Mystical technique?

Guan Shanyu felt a vague sense of bad omen, staring at Song Ziye's profile, his body involuntarily trying to break free, but Song Ziye held his hand tightly.

Song Ziye turned his head and said to him seriously: "Shan Yu, listen to me, there is a secret technique in the Purple Sky Spirit Realm that can help disciples with special blood types detect the blood of the demon clan, and they can't hide within five steps. However, because it requires the blood of a living person to activate it, it will be a little painful when it first enters your body. But once the secret technique merges with you, no matter how powerful the demon clan is, as long as they get close to you, they will have no way to escape and you will be able to restrain them. In addition to this, this secret technique can also help you improve your cultivation, and it can also protect your heart, saving your life when you encounter a strong external attack. If you have this ability, you can help us find the real culprit of the demon clan, are you willing?"

grass.

What the hell is this? Some secret technique?

Why haven’t I heard of Guan Shanyu? Isn’t he the author?

And what blood type? Special blood type, I'm type A, what's so special about that?!

Guan Shanyu didn't care whether the thing was as fantastic as he said, because he had no intention of opening up the meridians in his body, nor did he think that he would suffer any strong blow to the point of death if he became a poor peasant. He just wanted to stay away from these people in front of him so that he could live in peace.

Besides, he said that there would be pain. For a cultivator, the pain that can be expressed in words must be almost excruciating.

Guan Shanyu immediately shook his head, expressing his refusal: "Can you please let me go..."

“Does this need to be sterilized?”

Before Guan Shanyu could finish his words, the object had already been presented by several disciples. Qiu Shui Jian Ji looked at the thing on the tray, frowned slightly and asked.

Good fellow! He wasn't even discussing this with him!

But why is this secret technique a steel needle!

Guan Shanyu turned his head with horror to look at the object on the tray, only to see a thick and long steel needle placed on it. He was immediately frightened and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy: "No! Please let me go! I really can't do it, can you find someone else..."

Yue Lingwu frowned and said, "As a disciple of Tianxuan, how can you cry in front of everyone? How disgraceful!"

Guan Shanyu almost wanted to spit in his face. You wouldn't know how serious this needle is unless it pricked you. How can you stand here and talk without any pain in your waist?

Yuan Chongxiao deftly twirled the steel needle in his hand, and out slipped another secret weapon, as thin as an embroidery needle. Seeing this, Guan Shanyu burst into tears and desperately shook his head, struggling to escape this horrible fate, but Song Ziye's immense strength held him tightly, preventing him from moving.

Amidst screams of terror, the tiny needle slowly pierced Guan Shanyu's neck.

"You and your senior brother look alike. This opportunity is a blessing for you. Consider it your way of repaying Brother Xuanqing and Brother Yuanzi for their kindness in cultivating you. Just make it through twelve hours."

Damn you!

Guan Shanyu kept cursing the whole night, but of course he couldn't make any sound because his throat was blocked.

It was blocked by his own dirty blood.

It was said to be a little painful, but when the needle was actually inserted, I realized how painful it was!!!

The pain was even worse than the pain in his ten fingers. It felt like millions of ants were gnawing at his bones, or like someone was peeling his flesh piece by piece like an onion. Sometimes he felt like he was burning, and sometimes he felt like he had fallen into an icy hell.

Guan Shanyu's mouth and nose were full of dirty blood, which he vomited out in bursts. He fell to the ground and kept shivering, as if his death was approaching.

It was said that one would gradually adapt in twelve hours, but Guan Shanyu felt that he could not hold on during the first few hours. He could not help thinking in a half-asleep and half-awake state.

I have never heard of any disciple possessing this secret technique before. Could it be that the process was so painful that they all died in the pain halfway?

After several people carried Guan Shanyu into the house, Song Ziye stayed by Guan Shanyu's side, holding his hand tightly and continuously transmitting spiritual power. Seeing that Guan Shanyu was in extreme pain, veins bulging on his forehead, and hot sweat pouring out of his body, he kept whispering sorry.

Yue Lingwu and Jin Yunche held down his hands and feet, while the other one struggled to pry open Guan Shanyu's mouth, fearing that he would not be able to bear it and bite his tongue to commit suicide.

The rest of the people watched closely, ready to help at any time.

After a long time, the sky outside the house suddenly became bright, and the long night finally came to an end.

As the morning light began to appear, Guan Shanyu's high fever gradually subsided, but he lay on the ground with his eyes closed, lifeless, as if dead.

Several elders did not dare to move forward to touch him, fearing that Guan Shanyu really could not survive. Qiu Shui Sword Lady looked at Guan Shanyu's pale little face with mixed feelings in her heart.

Before leaving, Qing Yuanzi had asked her to help look after him. Looking at the half-dead boy in front of her, she couldn't help but stamp her feet and complain, "Are we elders with profound cultivation really unable to use that embroidery needle? You all know how weak this kid is. A single whipping would keep him in bed for days. Could he really have survived last night?"

Yue Lingwu sighed and said, "What else can we do? This is also for his own good. If he can survive this, it will be of great benefit to his future. It will at least increase his cultivation by forty years, and it can also help us to investigate the remnants of the demon clan."

After hearing this, Qiu Shui Jian Ji became even more angry. She closed her eyes, shook her head, stomped her feet and left the room.

Song Ziye watched Qiu Shui Sword Lady walk away, then looked down at Guan Shanyu's hand, which he had been holding tightly since the second half of the night. Feeling his hand change from warm to cold, he felt regretful.

He was worried that his momentary impulse would really get him killed.

Song Ziye looked up worriedly at the elders standing aside. Everyone was also a little hesitant to confirm the result and stood aside in hesitation.

When the situation was at a stalemate, Song Ziye suddenly felt the hands holding his palms, and the fingers moved slightly.

Song Ziye suddenly opened his eyes wide, and excitedly rushed to Guan Shanyu's side. He carefully helped him up and called softly, "Shanyu?"

Yuan Chongxiao quickly stepped forward, held Guan Shanyu's hand tightly, and transferred spiritual power to him.

Guan Shanyu lay weakly in Song Ziye's arms, his eyelids heavy as if weighing a thousand pounds. He finally opened his eyes a crack, his voice as weak as a mosquito's as he mumbled, "This plot... isn't right..."

Song Ziye leaned in to listen, but didn't understand what he meant. Yue Lingwu reached out to feel Guan Shanyu's breath, and seeing that his breathing was gradually returning, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, seeing that black blood was still oozing from his mouth and nose, he wiped it away without hesitation with his sleeve. But he was a rough man, and he rubbed Guan Shanyu's face vigorously. A few rubs made him feel even more uncomfortable, and he hummed a few words with his eyes closed.

Song Ziye saw this and felt a little sorry for what was happening, so he pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and said, "Let me do it. Uncle Yue, take a break."

Yue Lingwu flicked his sleeves and looked at Guan Shanyu, who was half dead, and said, "Why are you still resting? I should have known not to fight him last time. His injuries haven't healed yet. What if he was killed and the news got out?"

Song Ziye was filled with guilt, lowered his head and said nothing, carefully wiping Guan Shanyu's mouth and nose. Unexpectedly, the handkerchief lightly touched the tip of his nose, causing Guan Shanyu to sneeze. He subconsciously grabbed the handkerchief in Song Ziye's hand and threw it to the ground.

The handkerchief fell right at Jin Yunche's feet.

He was frowning at the people in the room when he saw something fall at his feet. He bent down to pick it up, gently dusting it off. Just as he was about to return it, he noticed the pattern on the handkerchief. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Zi Ye, this handkerchief... is it yours?"

Song Ziye turned around and replied, "Yes, it was given to me by Hongyin."

Jin Yunche raised his brows slightly when he heard this. He waved his handkerchief in front of Song Ziye with a hint of hesitation and asked again, "Are you sure?"