After traveling through time, my blood became a panacea

"Have you ever hugged me?" Yang Yuting finally asked in a low voice. In fact, she was referring to whether Xu Feng had hugged her when she was unconscious in the cave.

However, Xu Feng didn't know that she was referring to that time. He did carry Yang Yuting back to the Yang family. Many people saw it and it could not be denied.

After all, Yang Yuting was one of the only two strong men in the Yang family. He couldn't carry her on his shoulders like a sack in front of outsiders. That would be a bit too inappropriate.

However, people who practice spiritual cultivation should not make a fuss about such a small matter.

Seeing that he did not deny it, Yang Yuting thought she had got the answer, and she felt extremely flustered and a little shy.

Deep in the dragon's den and the tiger's lair, the moment Xu Feng appeared at the prison door, he was like a ray of light that pierced through her entire dark world.

The words "Yes, it's me, I'm here to take you home" were deeply embedded in her mind and she would never forget them. Now, she knew that she was in the cave, being held, coaxed and cared for by him (it was actually a dream she had when the fragrance was repairing her mental damage). This was something no one had ever done to her. Her young heart was completely confused.

"I, I'm leaving first." Yang Yuting was always straightforward and casual, but at this moment, she showed a rare girlish shyness, a little flustered, lowered her head, unable to look directly at Xu Feng. After saying that, she hurried away as if escaping.

Xu Feng was speechless. Is it necessary for a cultivator to be so hypocritical? He felt annoyed, and even the joy of breaking through to the late fifth rank and being able to fight against a late sixth rank strongman in the future faded a lot.

That's right, Xu Feng has his own set of rules. Although his current spiritual power is comparable to that of a fifth-grade late-stage warrior, first of all, he has not practiced any martial arts, so he lowers his strength by one small realm. Secondly, many warriors, especially those of the third-grade, have their own unique skills or life-saving trump cards, and it is unknown whether they can reverse the situation or kill the enemy at a critical moment, so in order to calmly deal with this situation, he lowers his strength by one small realm.

Finally, and most importantly, defeating the enemy was not important to him. The key was that he could not be hurt in the slightest and cause himself to bleed. Even if he was bleeding, he would have thirty breaths to remedy the situation, but there would be a risk of being exposed, so he had to lower his realm again.

So what if he has a heaven-defying escape technique? Doesn't the little girl with the spirit creature have one too? Isn't it because his blood fell into the hands of others, and they could use it to perform secret techniques to track him, and he would be chased to the point where he had no way to go up to the sky or down to the earth, and he would be forced to death, leaving only the last glimmer of hope here?

Also, Su Yun had placed a tracking mark on him when he was distracted, so even though he escaped from Haiwang City as quickly as possible and changed his appearance, he was still caught up by her and his identity was discovered when he woke up in the inn.

Therefore, only after lowering his own realm by three small realms in succession did Xu Feng have the courage to fight head-on with warriors of the same realm. In other words, his realm had to be one large realm lower than his own spiritual power reserves.

Don't be reckless. If it is not necessary, try to reduce fighting with others as much as possible. Using escape techniques and developing slowly is the best way.

This rescue also gave Xu Feng a new idea. Looting the treasure house of a cultivation family that had no grudges against him might harm many people, so he certainly couldn't do it again. But for those bandits and evil cultivators who had committed many evil deeds, there was no need to worry about it. Punishing evil is also promoting good. Sometimes killing one evil person is more meritorious than saving ten good people.

In the ancient times of Blue Star, there was a saying of robbing the rich to help the poor and doing justice. So he would not have any psychological burden when he attacked these forces in the future.

There are no major evil forces in Tianfeng. For example, the evil thieves are ghostly and extremely powerful. They roam around in various countries and commit evil deeds. They are not targeting Tianfeng alone. He can't find them and doesn't have the courage to provoke them. However, the situation in other countries is not as peaceful as that in Tianfeng.

Not only are towns like Tianhe Town occupied by evil forces for a long time, but in serious cases, these evil forces will unite and break into county towns, massacre and looting, which is quite horrifying. So since he came to this world, he has never stepped out of the border of Tianfeng. At most, he only went to the border area.

"It seems that I have to find an opportunity to find out about the evil forces entrenched in the borders of Yunye Country." Of course, he would not be so arrogant as to think that with his current strength, he could run around in the borders of Yunye Country. He only planned to act in the county town on the border of Yunye Country to get a feel for the situation first. Then, even if he encountered danger and needed to escape, he could return to Tianfeng Country as quickly as possible.

Xu Feng felt a little upset because of Yang Yuting's matter. After leaving Yang's house, he unconsciously came to the outside of the purple bamboo forest again. Seeing that there was no one around, he skillfully jumped onto a big tree, found a comfortable position between the thick branches, and lay down.

The two women he had seen that day did not show up. Xu Feng did not care. After all, they only came here once every two or three days, and he had already figured out the pattern. Coming here was just a habit he had developed when he was bored these days.

The woman who played the flute that day was extremely talented in music. She was not only good at playing the flute, but also the guzheng, pipa, guqin, etc. She had profound attainments in all of them. Listening to her playing various instruments, he could faintly feel a hint of sorrow and struggle in the beautiful and gentle music, which was in line with Xu Feng's mood and could always calm his slightly irritable heart.

Sometimes he would watch from afar as the two of them held ancient music scores in their hands, discussing them seriously, immersed in their own world, doing what they liked, so focused, so engrossed, that he couldn't help but feel a little envious.

However, the other person seemed to be in poor health and had a leg disease. Occasionally, he would sit in a wheelchair and be pushed away by another woman.

After lying on the tree for half an hour, Xu Feng stretched himself. He didn't need to worry too much about Yang Yuting. Anyway, Yang Shang's spiritual object was already in his hands, so it would be okay to leave now. As for the old lady of the Qi family, it was time to pay a personal visit.

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The Qi family mansion was very quiet and lonely. In such a large mansion, there were only a dozen servants, which was really deserted. Xu Feng came to visit with generous gifts. After revealing his identity, the Qi family servants knew of his existence because they had sent people to deliver gifts several times before.

After all, after the Qi family fell into decline, the old lady spent her days eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, and she hardly took the initiative to interact with any family members. It had been a long time since anyone had given her gifts many times.

After the notification, Xu Feng was quickly led by the servants along a winding path, through corridors, rockery, small bridges and flowing water, to the Buddhist temple where the old lady of the Qi family was.

The Buddhist temple was not big, but it was antique, solemn, and filled with a faint smell of incense. In the middle of the temple stood a ten-foot-tall dark golden Buddha statue, and the old lady of the Qi family was sitting on a cushion facing it, fiddling with the Buddhist beads that Xu Feng had been thinking about with one hand, and slowly beating the wooden fish with the other hand.