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It seemed like his first mission was done by someone who took him there and taught him little by little. It was obvious that Hui wanted to think carefully about who it was but his thoughts were interrupted.

"Jianhui, what's wrong with you?" Rong Xin looked at him in a daze, feeling a little strange.

Jian Hui was startled, but quickly forgot about it. With a look of happiness on his face, he said with emotion, "It's great to have Aunt Xin here."

"Let's go."

Rong Xin took Jian Huili by the hand.

Jianhui's mind and eyes were full of Aunt Xin, but he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was wrong.

Not to mention anything else, Rong Xin is at least a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. With Jianhui Yufeng, it only takes half a day for them to reach the small village they are going to.

"Aunt Xin, that's so fast." Jianhui's face was full of admiration.

He only reached the early stage of the Golden Core last year, making him the lowest among all his direct disciples. The eldest senior brother was also in the early stage of the Golden Core. He wasn't good at drawing talismans, but he was good at making cinnabar.

Therefore, he always felt that he could not hold his head up high in Fushan and was always looked down upon and despised by others.

"Ah."

Being looked at with such admiration, Rong Xin could hardly conceal her pride. If she only gained a little more reputation, she would be able to break through to the late Nascent Soul stage.

In this way, Lin Xuxi could not show off his cultivation in front of her.

As long as her cultivation level can match Lin Xuxi's, she will have no value at all and it will be easy to drive her out of Fushan.

However, after being happy, the two began to pay attention to this quiet and deserted little mountain village, and always felt that something was wrong.

Jianhui was still more alert. When he realized that there was not even a bird singing in this place, he dragged Aunt Xin to hide in a tree nearby.

"What is this for?" Rong Xin was still curious.

"Aunt Xin, you don't know, we've been here for a long time. Although there are only a few households in the village, there's not a single sound. Don't you think it's strange? Someone must be here."

Jianhui hid in the tree and pulled Aunt Xin to squat on a thin branch.

The two figures were hidden by the dense green leaves.

Jian Hui carefully observed the movements below and analyzed, "Besides, it should be the evening cooking time in the human world right now. It's impossible that there is no smoke at all."

"Jianhui, you are really amazing. You can see all this." It seems that Jianhui is not as stupid and incompetent as she thinks. Rong Xin was a little surprised.

"Yes......"

Who taught him? Jianhui couldn't remember for a moment.

"Forget it." Seeing that he was about to remember something, Rong Xin quickly changed the subject, pointed towards the house, and suggested, "Why don't we go in and take a look?"

"hold on."

Jian Hui disagreed, holding Aunt Xin down and whispering, "Let's wait and see what's going on."

"Why bother with so much trouble?" Rong Xin disagreed and jumped down from the tree. He shouted to the people on the tree, "I'm a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could I be afraid of a few Foundation Establishment demon cultivators?"

"No, it's just that the demonic cultivators have many and despicable methods, so we have to be careful."

Since he was shouting so loudly, Jianhui felt that there was no point in hiding in the tree anymore, so he jumped down from the tree.

But both of them were talking so loudly, why was there still no movement inside?

This strange environment made Jianhui more vigilant.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Rong Xin waved his hand and walked straight into the thatched house.

Jian Hui reached out but didn't have time to grab her, and shouted, "Aunt Xin!" Finding that he couldn't stop her, he had to follow carefully, still worriedly admonishing, "Aunt Xin, don't be reckless."

"Don't worry, one of us is in the early Jindan stage and the other is in the Yuanying stage. How can we not win?" Rong Xin suddenly stopped when he walked to the closed wooden door.

The door was made of a loose wooden board that looked like two random pieces were just hung on the door, with a pair of faded door god stickers pasted on it.

"There seems to be no movement in there. Jianhui, come and take a look." Rong Xin moved slightly to the left to make room for Jianhui to come over, pointed to the slightly larger gap, and asked, "Do you want to take a look?"

Jian Hui didn't think much of it and bent down obediently to peek inside with his left eye. However, the area was too small and he could only see an old, peeling eight-immortal table.

"nothing much."

Rong Xin looked at Jianhui's serious expression, quietly stepped back a little, and said with a smile: "Really? Then take another look." She looked into the house through the door and clenched her left fist.

It was clear that Hui still didn't see anything and was a little annoyed for a moment.

Just as he stood up and was about to say something, the door was suddenly broken open from the inside, and the scattered fragments all fell on Jianhui. He just raised his hands to shield his eyes when he heard Aunt Xin's voice.

"Jianhui, be careful!"

Rong Xin flew in front of Jianhui, blocking the palm that was meant for Jianhui's heart, and spat out a mouthful of blood at the right time.

"Aunt Xin, Aunt Xin!" Jianhui was frightened to tears by the sudden change. He looked at the person who was vomiting blood in his arms with tears in his eyes, and didn't even know what to say.

Tears were dripping down his face, and he couldn't understand why Aunt Xin was suddenly injured.

"Don't cry Jianhui, I'm glad you're okay."

Rong Xin held on to her last breath, reached out and wiped away the tears on Jian Hui's face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go quickly, Aunt Xin can only protect you this time."

As soon as these words were spoken, it seemed as if Jianhui was accidentally ambushed and she sacrificed herself to save him.

Sure enough, Jianhui was shocked and panicked, and took all the blame on himself.

"Aunt Xin, don't scare me."

Before falling into a coma, Rong Xin only hoped that she could gain some reputation points after waking up, so that all the hard work she put into arranging this situation would be worthwhile.

Jian Hui ignored all the tasks and rushed back to the sect with Aunt Xin in his arms. He only hoped that his master could save Aunt Xin. If Aunt Xin got into trouble while saving him, he would never forgive himself.

After everyone left, the two demon cultivators hiding in the house appeared.

Demonic cultivators are different from righteous cultivators. Most of them kill people and absorb other people's luck to practice. There is an unconcealable murderous intent and fishy smell around them.

"Master, why don't you chase after me?"

The demon cultivator known as the Grandmaster, however, looked very young. His puppy eyes on a face slightly chubby made it difficult to tell his age or guess his cultivation level.

All of this was a setup to bring Hui here, and once the goal was achieved they could leave.

"It's done, why chase after me?" The great master gave a wicked smile and turned into a black wind and left.

Although the other demon cultivator didn't understand, he still followed closely and left.

After the two left, the thatched houses and villages were blown away by the wind, leaving only a field of weeds, with no trace of human habitation.

"Master, Big Brother! Master, Master!"

It was already the next morning when Jian Hui carried the unconscious Aunt Xin to Xuanyu. He was in the Jindan stage, so his speed was naturally not as fast as Aunt Xin's.

When he arrived, he was exhausted. He stopped at the entrance of the Lingfu Hall with the person in his arms. He could no longer move and desperately shouted inside, "Master, big brother, help! Master!"

It was Wei Yuyun inside who heard it first. After he stood up and walked out, he found Jianhui in disheveled clothes, holding Aunt Xin with blood on her face, and striding over.

"How is this going?"

Only after seeing his senior brother did Jian Hui dare to burst into tears. He had been so scared the entire time, afraid that Aunt Xin would die, and she would never forgive herself in her lifetime.

"Why are you crying? Speak!" Wei Yuyun shouted harshly.

"Aunt Xin was injured in order to save me." Jian Hui cried breathlessly, and after explaining haltingly, he lowered his head, not daring to look into the eyes of his senior brother.