Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Han Jiuyan glanced indifferently behind him, sensing Zhuang Xiaomeng's rapidly rising body temperature, knowing he couldn't delay.

Wings fluttered behind him, his body transforming into a streak of light and shadow, instantly disappearing into the void.

That speed...

The man thousands of feet away sensed this and was immediately covered in cold sweat!

The other party's cultivation realm was at least True Immortal Seventh Level!!!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Three figures stopped in place, another man deeply glanced at the void stream of light and said in a deep voice.

"Old Chu, the pressure and speed that the other party just displayed... I'm afraid it's a warning to us."

"The other party's cultivation realm is too high... I won't get involved in this matter, and I advise you to think twice."

After speaking, the man tore through the void without looking back and disappeared in place.

Pan Yang wasn't dead yet, he wouldn't risk his life for the Chu family.

Moreover, with the cultivation of the three of them, facing the other party would probably mean certain death.

The head of another family saw that the situation was not good and quickly found an excuse to leave.

Leaving the man with a gloomy and constantly changing expression, he finally gritted his teeth, turned around with a resentful look, and left.

Between the death of an unworthy son and his own death... he could distinguish which was more important.

Han Jiuyan in the void looked back deeply, and noticing that the people behind him had not chased after him, he was relieved.

He calculated with his fingers, then his speed soared, and he instantly rushed out.

After a full incense stick of time, confirming that he had left hundreds of miles away, he tore through the void and flew out.

He looked at the surrounding mountains and chose an inconspicuous small mountain to land on.

After landing, Han Jiuyan raised his hand and spread his divination flags on the grass, then placed Zhuang Xiaomeng on the ground.

The little parrot jumped off his shoulder and looked at Zhuang Xiaomeng.

"This girl is not quite right..."

Han Jiuyan rolled his eyes.

"Non... nonsense."

"Go go go... go to the side... keep watch."

The little parrot curled its lips and strolled towards the side, muttering while turning its head.

"Could this be the legendary... ahem... poisoning?"

Han Jiuyan looked straight ahead, closed his eyes, and raised his hand to tap several times.

After unlocking Zhuang Xiaomeng's seal, the woman let out a soft groan.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were blurred.

Han Jiuyan frowned slightly and injected a wisp of cyan light into the woman's body.

He pierced Zhuang Xiaomeng's index finger, and under the surge of immortal essence, he quickly forced the toxins out of her body.

Zhuang Xiaomeng fell asleep, her body temperature decreased, and she breathed rhythmically.

After doing all this, Han Jiuyan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tired... so tired..."

"Doo... doo doo doo... doo doo..."

The little parrot fluttered back impatiently, rolling its eyes and scolding unhappily.

"Stop doo-dooing, I strongly opposed you giving me a stuttered name back then."

"You're stuttering like this, and you still doo-doo-doo-doo all day long."

DooDoo sat down next to Zhuang Xiaomeng, looking at Han Jiuyan strangely.

Although his master stutters, he is still very reliable.

Looking at the sweaty woman, Han Jiuyan kept his distance.

He covered her with his clothes.

DooDoo also flew to Han Jiuyan's side, and whispered strangely.

"You rarely kill people."

"Is it worth it for a strange woman?"

Han Jiuyan was silent for a moment, frowning, took out a pot of wine and held it in his hand but did not drink it.

He looked up at the silent mountains and said softly.

"I... have a premonition... mu... must save her."

"That thread... is ve... very messy."

"But... but it's re... related to me."

DooDoo looked enlightened when he heard this, and nodded his little head.

He jumped onto Han Jiuyan's head and lay down.

"Get me something to eat, I'm hungry."

Han Jiuyan smiled, took out a handful of millet and handed it to him.

Nothing was said all night, the mountaintop was covered by Han Jiuyan's power and there was no mountain wind.

Zhuang Xiaomeng had a very embarrassing dream in a daze.

After waking up leisurely, she found a green shirt covering her body.

"Ah!!!! Rogue!!!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng exclaimed, seeming to remember whose clothes these were.

The sticky feeling all over her body was obviously from sweating a lot, which made her feel itchy and uncomfortable all over.

She saw Han Jiuyan, who was only wearing a thin inner shirt, a few feet away from the mountaintop, twitching his mouth when he heard her words.

He reached out and took the blue shirt that was thrown on the ground into his hand, patted the dust, put it on with his back to Zhuang Xiaomeng, and then tied the belt around his waist in a knot.

Zhuang Xiaomeng sat on the flag with a splitting headache, covering her head and recalling what happened yesterday.

As the memories emerged, Zhuang Xiaomeng's face suddenly changed drastically!!

She looked down at the blood-stained flag, quickly got up and took two steps forward, bowing to Han Jiuyan.

"Thank you for saving me."

After speaking, Zhuang Xiaomeng handed out a storage bag.

"I have no strengths, except for some money."

"Giving you money is not to humiliate you... I have nothing else..."

Whoosh!!!

Han Jiuyan grabbed the storage bag, and his eyes lit up with joy as he scanned it with his divine sense.

"Hu..."

Zhuang Xiaomeng raised her eyebrows and looked at him, waiting for the next sentence.

"Hu... humiliation is good!"

Han Jiuyan couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth.

He had been in this Frost Stream City for several months, and he was almost starving to death...

Of course, it was also because he was a gambler.

However, the immortal crystals in Zhuang Xiaomeng's storage bag were enough for him to cultivate for a long, long time!!!

"Ri... rich!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng laughed heartily, then tore off the mask on her face to show her true appearance.

"Thank you for saving me, and for being such a gentleman and not taking advantage of me."

DooDoo muttered.

"Aren't the women in the storybooks all supposed to make a big fuss?"

"I've never seen this kind of development before?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng glanced at DooDoo, her beautiful eyes narrowed.

"Okay, so it turns out that the one with impure thoughts is you, little fellow!!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng reached out and grabbed DooDoo's wings and pulled it up.

Han Jiuyan raised his hand when he saw this, but found that Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't hurt DooDoo, so he didn't speak.

DooDoo stared at Zhuang Xiaomeng in horror.

"Wrong, wrong!! Heroine, spare me!!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng stared at it fiercely, and only let it go after hearing it beg for mercy.

"Hmph! That's more like it."

Zhuang Xiaomeng circulated her immortal essence, dispersing the filth from her body, then looked at Han Jiuyan and said.

"Although I rarely enter the world, I, Zhuang Xiaomeng, have clear likes and dislikes."

"I will remember your kindness this time."

"Mountains and rivers meet, we will meet again in the future."

After speaking, Zhuang Xiaomeng flew towards the south in a very free and easy manner.

DooDoo didn't know whether Zhuang Xiaomeng had realized that the direction she said earlier was 'south', or whether she just randomly chose a direction.

Fluttering its wings, it quickly shouted.

"Not south!!"

"Old Han said it's as different as 'going south by driving the chariot north'!! You're going the wrong way!!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng was slightly stunned, stopped, and looked at Han Jiuyan in disbelief.

"Not diffi... is it 'south'? Or the 'south' in 'going south by driving the chariot north'?"

After figuring everything out, Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at Han Jiuyan with anger in her eyes.

With her hands on her hips, she lifted her pink skirt and scolded angrily.

"Okay, okay, okay... who taught you to speak like this?!!!"