Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Having laid things out, Xu Lingguang stopped caring what Song Nanchu was thinking. He rested for a while, cleaned up the blood he had vomited, ate a handful of sweet and sour wild fruits, and felt that he was back to normal.

"You stay here and don't wander off. I'm going to wander around and familiarize myself with the terrain to see if I can take a shortcut back to the Azure Feather Sect."

Xu Lingguang placed a large bunch of wild fruit wrapped in leaves next to him, glanced at the sky, and said, "If I don't find a chance to return to Qingyu Sect, I will come back before sunset. If I don't come back, I should try to return to Qingyu Sect."

Seeing Song Nan hanging his head listlessly, not knowing if he had listened attentively, he added, "Of course, if I don't come back, something might have happened to me. Good luck to you."

After saying that, he picked up a small bag of wild fruit and a straight stick he had picked up and left.

He seemed very experienced in hiking in the mountains. When passing through dense grass and forests, he would first tap around with a stick to make sure there were no dangerous wild animals hiding there before venturing in.

As Song Nan watched his figure gradually disappear into the grass and trees, he listlessly shrank back into the shadows.

*

Xu Lingguang circled half of the edge of Ailao Mountain, but then realized that the area of ​​Ailao Mountain was too large. He estimated that he might not be able to circle the entire mountain even by sunset, so he simply gave up and chose a relatively safe and not too far path from his memory to circle back to Qingyu Sect.

He was truly terrified by those persistent cultivators, and he was quite frightened when he stepped out of Ailao Mountain. Fortunately, his luck hadn't completely run out. Whether the cultivators hadn't noticed him or had already dispersed, Xu Lingguang managed to return to Qingyu Sect before dark without any trouble.

Zhou Fuying took a short rest by leaning against the branches of a large tree at the entrance of the Qingyu Sect.

Xu Lingguang was furious when he saw him. He looked around and finally picked up a piece of broken stone from the ground and threw it at him, saying fiercely, "You traitor! Your master has returned."

Xu Lingguang noticed Zhou Fuying as soon as he got close, and of course knew that he had actually come back alive again.

His lips twitched, and his previously good mood instantly turned from sunny to gloomy.

He had made it too obvious that he had deliberately abandoned Xu Lingguang before, and Xu Lingguang had obviously realized this as well. Neither of them pretended to be affectionate anymore.

Zhou Fuying looked down at him and chuckled, "Master is a reincarnated raccoon dog, isn't he?"

It has nine lives, so it can't die no matter what.

Xu Lingguang gave a forced smile: "Thank you for your kind words."

After saying that, she ignored him and went inside to find Yu Jun.

Zhou Fuying jumped down from the tree, drew her long sword, and blocked his way: "Since you're back, stay."

His black sword exuded a heavy aura of menace, and even Xu Lingguang felt an indescribable pressure just by getting close to it. However, he was here to deliver a message, so he was confident and assertive. He raised his chin and said boldly, "Move aside, I have something to discuss with Yu Yun."

Zhou Fuying pursed her lips, a half-smile playing on her lips: "It just so happens that I also have something to discuss with you."

He was clearly going to cause trouble, but Xu Lingguang snorted and crossed his arms like him, saying arrogantly, "Song Nanchu is injured and recuperating in the Ailao Mountains. I'm here to deliver a message to him. If you keep stopping me and delaying things, Song Nanchu might become food for Chenghuang."

Zhou Fuying's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously doubted Xu Lingguang's words, but she quickly realized that Xu Lingguang should not know about the relationship between Song Nanchu and the Black Snake after losing his memory.

He looked Xu Lingguang up and down with a sinister gaze, as if he wanted to strip him bare and see what was inside.

Xu Lingguang felt a chill run down his spine from the stare. He glared at him, his expression fierce but his heart weak, and then explained to Yu Yun, who was walking gracefully towards him, "Song Nanchu has turned into a half-human, half-snake form and can't move. I can't carry him, so I had to come back to find you first."

Compared to Zhou Fuying, Yu Yun was much more polite. After carefully inquiring about Song Nanchu's situation, she pondered for a moment and said, "Given your current situation, it might be safer for you to stay in Ailao Mountain."

Xu Lingguang was puzzled.

Yu Yun explained, "Recently, the demon race has been loitering outside the Qingyu Sect. If our senior brother returns before he has fully recovered, the demon race might forcibly take him back."

Xu Lingguang couldn't understand the complicated relationship between Song Nanchu and the demon race, but he immediately grasped the key point: "But Song Nanchu can't move at all, and you can't go into the mountain. What am I going to do if he goes berserk again?"

He frowned: "Eating and lodging in the mountains are also big problems."

Yu Yun sighed and offered, "Whatever Master needs, we'll bring it to you. Please take care of Senior Brother until he fully recovers."

Xu Lingguang's eyes darted around, and he blinked, saying, "Is there any kind of magic pill that can cure all diseases and prolong life?"

Although he didn't know what was wrong with this body, he figured it was always good to take more elixirs and panaceas.

Upon hearing this, Yu Yun guessed his ulterior motives, but since they were the ones asking for his help, and Xu Lingguang's open desires weren't unpleasant, she frankly said, "We do have pills, but Master's inner palace is shattered and his meridians are blocked. Taking pills rashly might backfire."

Xu Lingguang frowned upon hearing this, sighed, and could only compromise, saying, "Then give me some food and bedding first. You should have storage rings or Qiankun bags, right?"

These things are practically essential for cultivation novels.

Previously, Xu Lingguang hadn't realized the strained relationship between this body and his disciples, and thus, blinded by his own limited perspective, he hadn't given it much thought. Now that he understood, he boldly guessed that the three cheap disciples had hidden away all the good stuff, deliberately withholding it from him.

Yu Yun did indeed have it.

She took out a Sumeru Ring and handed it to Xu Lingguang: "This contains some ingredients containing spiritual energy, enough for Master and Senior Brother to use for a few days." Then she handed him a bracelet with a golden bell: "Master can't mobilize spiritual power, and Senior Brother is probably the same. If Master needs anything, you can shake the golden bell to tell me. There are Gu worms that I raise inside the golden bell, and they will send me a message."

Xu Lingguang followed Yu Yun's example and examined the contents of the Sumeru Ring. It didn't contain a lot, but it contained everything Xu Lingguang urgently needed. There were all sorts of ingredients and seasonings, as well as some emergency medicine, self-defense weapons, and so on.

He was quite sincere, so his trip wasn't in vain.

With these things, he could try to gradually settle down in the Ailao Mountains.

—On the way here, he had already made up his mind. He was not the real Xu Lingguang after all, and he didn't know what kind of grudges and affections the three disciples had with the original owner. Rather than staying in Qingyu Sect and passively waiting for the conflict to erupt, he would rather leave while he had the initiative.

He has already scouted out all the flat areas on the edge of the Ailao Mountains. He plans to choose a good spot to build a small house to shelter from the wind and rain, and make a living by relying on the mountains and rivers.

As for those rumors... He went in and out of the Ailao Mountains several times without encountering any danger. Either the rumors were false, or the emperor simply couldn't be bothered with the small fry.

As long as he is careful, it's better than constantly worrying about being hunted down while his life is hanging by a thread in the Qingyu Sect.