[Otherworld Adventure] (1-3)

Chapter One: The Forest Monster
In a vast forest, a group of swift-witted monkeys were frolicking on a large banyan tree. Suddenly, dark clouds
rolled in, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and a torrential downpour began. The monkeys scattered like birds and beasts, vanishing without a trace. A
violent bolt of lightning struck the banyan tree, instantly splitting it in half and igniting it into a raging fire.
A muffled rumble of thunder followed, the earth trembled, and a chorus of roars erupted from the surrounding magical beasts. A black ball rolled out of the flames,
slowly transforming into a human figure lying on the ground. To be precise, it was half a person; his left side was a bloody mess,
only his right arm and leg remained intact. The bloodied figure cursed fiercely, "Damn it, every time I travel through time, there's a thunderstorm
!" After cursing, he quickly climbed to a large tree, chanted a spell, and his body vanished instantly. The forest returned to
calm, as if nothing had happened.
A large cocoon appeared in the middle of the tree trunk, and within the cocoon sat a person, facing upwards.
Three years later, the person inside the cocoon opened their eyes, made a hand seal, and the cocoon
vanished instantly, revealing a tall, handsome man with well-defined features standing before a large tree. Stretching, they laughed three times at the sky :
"Hahaha, so what if you're an extraordinary cultivator? Even the original form escaped!
Come and catch me if you dare!" With that, the man looked up and carefully surveyed the world.
This man was Zhou Yixian, a cultivator. He had come to this strange continent because he was unlucky enough
to be slapped here by a powerful cultivator in the Spirit Realm. But it wasn't exactly bad luck; he had only himself to blame. He had stolen
someone's storage bracelet, was discovered by the powerful cultivator, and was chased for 1.5 million kilometers. If it weren't for his extraordinary treasure, he would have
been annihilated long ago. He was also severely injured; eighty percent of his bones and tendons were broken, and his nascent soul was shattered, causing his cultivation
level to drop from the Integration Stage to the Mid-Spirit Transformation Stage. Zhou Yixian stretched, realizing the spiritual energy here was
vastly different from that of the cultivation world. It was unsuitable for cultivating immortality. However, this wasn't a major concern; Zhou Yixian always relied on pills for training.
He decided to first explore the surrounding area. Wang Zong moved silently through the forest, carefully surveying the surroundings and
collecting various rare treasures. He only explored about 20 li each day before returning to a secluded tree hollow to rest,
changing locations every three days.
After half a month, he had a basic understanding of the forest. Many powerful demonic beasts lived here, possessing
strength comparable to those at the Core Formation stage or early Nascent Soul stage. The great forest was truly a treasure trove for cultivation. In about ten days, Zhou Yixian collected
over 40 kinds of spiritual herbs, including Red Silk Grass, Silver Moon Flower, Flowing Fire Grass, and Perseverance Grass, totaling five or six hundred plants. He also found a piece of Fallen God Iron and
several rubies, and discovered a mithril mine. Every day, Zhou Yixian stealthily made his way towards the edge of the forest,
hoping to find humans. Today, as usual, he was advancing through the forest when he discovered
a large green stone at the mouth of a valley. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be copper essence ore. A loud roar echoed from the valley, and a surge of fire elemental energy shot into the sky—
a powerful demonic beast was enraged. Zhou Yixian instantly made a hand seal and vanished underground, only resurfacing after a long while to project his divine sense
into the valley. Inside, a snake-like demonic beast was locked in combat with a human martial artist. This was the first time he had ever seen
a human in this realm. Zhou Yixian used a ground-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magical technique) to burrow into the valley and observe from behind a large rock. It was a fiery red demonic snake,
15 meters long and nearly 1 meter thick, with a fiery red horn on its triangular head. Its body was tough and its movements agile,
constantly spewing fireballs from its mouth. The martial artist had golden hair, wore blue soft armor, and wielded a long sword
with blue battle aura emanating from it. The martial artist moved with the agility of an eel, and the fireballs never struck him.
The martial artist was clearly at a disadvantage, only managing to hold on thanks to his agility. The giant fire serpent, enraged, suddenly unleashed a
fire dragon that coiled towards the martial artist. He coughed up blood, his body radiating blue light, and managed to withstand the fire dragon's attack. This attack
also injured him, causing him to stagger and fall, his legs becoming entangled by the serpent. The serpent opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a large fireball. The martial artist
coughed up blood, his face turning ashen. He deflected the fireball with his sword, and with a flick of his left hand, a beam of blue light shot into the serpent's mouth.
A cold ice ball exploded inside the serpent's belly, instantly freezing the wound into a block of ice. The serpent didn't die immediately;
instead, in its dying breath, it bit off the martial artist's head, then collapsed to the ground, writhing for a moment before finally dying.
Zhou Yixian, seeing that they were truly dead, slipped out. First, he looked at the martial artist. His head had been bitten off, and his legs were mangled
beyond recognition. The enormous sword was intact, and he wore a dark ring on his hand. Upon closer
inspection, it was a storage ring. He removed it and examined it; inside were a large amount of materials, some food and water, a book, and several scrolls. He
put the soft armor, the sword, and some pills into the ring, swearing to the corpse, "You are the first person I have seen in this cultivation world
. I will definitely return your belongings home." Then, he chanted a spell, and a rock split open, creating a cave . The corpse, along with
the storage bags and bracelets brought from the cultivation world, were sealed into the cave and sank underground. He quickly collected the giant snake's corpse and disappeared into the forest
.
Zhou Yixian found a map in the storage ring and headed towards the gathering place. The further he went
, the more people he encountered, some alone, some in groups. The individuals were relatively powerful, while the groups consisted of at least six people, including a
mage, a thief, and several martial artists. Zhou Yixian avoided contact with these people, fearing they would kill and steal his treasures—a
well-known unspoken rule in the cultivation world.
After leaving the forest, Zhou Yixian settled near a small village, renting a house from the village blacksmith. The village, besides
farming, mainly provided services for explorers. Zhou Yixian attached a wisp of his divine sense to a beetle and went to the neighboring
private school to attend lessons, learning to read and write. In his spare time, he gave the blacksmith a gold coin to learn blacksmithing. The blacksmith, assuming he was a noble
young master on an adventure, was very attentive and helpful, sharing all his knowledge. The blacksmith had a small booklet on enchanted weapons, only about
ten pages long, which he treasured. The first few pages were damaged and he couldn't understand them, so he asked Zhou Yixian
to repair them. Zhou Yixian studied it for two days. Although magic and cultivation were very different, the basics
weren't difficult for a master cultivator. Zhou Yixian, who frequently refined weapons and pills, quickly grasped the principles,
successfully engraving them on a dagger and teaching the blacksmith. It seemed that only the toughness array was somewhat useful; the others were rather useless.
Zhou Yixian had unknowingly spent seven or eight months in the small village, and had already grasped the basics of the language and writing of this world.
He was planning to travel around the new continent and find a place to continue cultivating and recover his cultivation. One day, a knight suddenly arrived in the village
with a dozen or so attendants. As soon as he entered the village, he blocked the entrance and summoned the entire village, including the adventurer.
The blacksmith introduced the knight as Lewis, a junior knight under Viscount Willis. The knight had come to announce conscription
; the Viscount was going to war.
The conscription was for all the men in the village, including all the local heroes. Many heroes showed their badges
and left, while others left with some valuables; the poorer heroes could only take their tattered weapons
to serve. Zhou Yixian didn't care about war, nor did he have any reason to go to war for fun. The blacksmith, of course, couldn't escape either, so he packed
some belongings and set off with the knight.
Damn, it took two days to arrive. The Viscount's castle was dilapidated; the Viscount's financial situation wasn't very good.
Viscount Willis was currently deep in thought in his study. This war was a gamble with his entire fortune; if the second prince he supported
successfully ascended the throne, his declining family could rise to prominence again, but if they lost, they would be annihilated. Now, Willis put his worries
aside and stood up to face the door. The butler welcomed in a bright-eyed, white-toothed young woman, dressed simply and carrying
a large bow on her back. The viscount smiled kindly: "Niece Fuya, it's a pleasure to have you help our cause!" He
gracefully bent down and lightly kissed the girl's forehead. The girl smiled and nodded in agreement: "Uncle Fuya is willing to..." "Serving the
family." Viscount: "You're 15 this year, so young and already a junior magic archer. Your future is limitless
. You'll lead all the archers on this expedition."
Zhou Yixian ignored the Viscount's plans. Once at the castle, he went everywhere to learn, even extending his divine sense into the castle
to spy. There were no powerful beings in the castle; Zhou Yixian was the last to arrive. Thousands of farmers had already gathered around,
some had built huts, many more were enduring under the eaves, most were listless, and a few young people were eager
to try, dreaming of making a name for themselves in battle. The blacksmith was diligent and found an open space to build a simple hut, inviting
Zhou Yixian to stay with him. A tall, middle-aged man saw our hut and squeezed in without a word. This red-faced,
muscular man, wearing tattered leather armor and carrying a chipped greatsword, sighed and looked miserable.
The next day, the lord remembered that he should reorganize the troops and organize training. The commander ordered his knights to
gather the farmers and assign them to different specialties. The blacksmith wanted Zhou Yixian to join him in the artisan team for safety, but Zhou Yixian refused
. He didn't care about safety at all. During the great war between the Spirit Realm and the Demon Clan, even though Fu Shen was cannon fodder and
Mahayana cultivators were flying all over the place, Zhou Yixian was still lively and energetic. He went to the front line instead.
When Zhou Yixian arrived at the registration office, the young clerk smiled and asked, "Specialty?" "Archery." "Assemble
under the green flag." He became an archer. Standing under the green flag were hunters and mercenary heroes. They nodded to each other.
A great knight, accompanied by a young girl, walked in, exuding a powerful aura. This was the Knight
Commander, the most powerful figure in the castle. He coughed, and a burly squire stepped forward, ordering them to line up in three rows.
After checking the numbers in the ranks, he announced in a deep baritone voice: "His Excellency the Viscount decrees that Miss Fuya, the junior archer, is
the captain of the second archery team. Over!" After announcing the order, he whispered a few words to Miss Fuya, leaving two squires behind.
Fuya was extremely beautiful, tall, with light yellow hair tied in a ponytail. Her bright blue
eyes sparkled like jewels. She wore a sapphire blue archery uniform, white trousers, and high-waisted brown deerskin
boots. She carried a large, dark green bow on her back. However, she had a small chest, making her a flat-chested alien, and a pair of strange,
pointed, upturned ears that didn't resemble those of a human. The young female captain's first address to the group was like a heavenly sound,
instantly rousing Zhou Yixian's mind.
After her speech, she led the team to the archery range to test their skills. Zhou Yixian chose
the heaviest longbow, a two-meter-tall bow made of purple cedar wood with a draw weight of four hundred pounds. The young woman couldn't help but glance at him a few times. Archery was no challenge for Zhou Yixian; his movements were as swift as a mountain, his arrows like tiger tails, and he could hit 　　the bullseye on targets
from one hundred to three hundred meters away with every draw —even the best cedar bows could only reach that distance. Fuya nodded slightly 　　, her brows furrowing slightly, and said, "You draw your bow differently from us?" Zhou Yixian used the Mongolian method, while they used the Mediterranean 　　method; the difference was that one used the thumb to control the string, while the other used the middle and index fingers. Zhou Yixian explained with a grin, 　　"This is my family's traditional archery method; only my clan knows how to use it." Fuya nodded. 　　Zhou Yixian, ranking first in the entire team, became Fuya's personal guard. Zhou Yixian asked Fuya 　　to demonstrate her archery skills; Fuya readily agreed. Magic archers don't just shoot simple arrows; they possess magical properties. Powerful 　　magic archers can even unleash ultimate forbidden spells on their enemies, making them formidable challengers to mages. Fuya took off 　　the large bow from her back, took a quick aim, and hit the bullseye at 800 meters with a "boom!" The target shattered into pieces, and 　　shouts of "Good! Good! Good!" filled the air. Her two attendants also demonstrated their archery skills, both hitting the target at 500 meters. 　　After two days of training, they set off. The entire team wasn't even cannon fodder; they were just cannon fodder. If anything happened to the knight 　　, they could all disperse. Along the way, the two attendants fawned over Fuya, 　　even personally bringing her water to wash her feet and placing it in her tent. They bossed around the brothers, and Zhou Yixian couldn't be bothered to look at their ugly faces. During the day, he stayed 　　far away, looking for an opportunity to break away from the group to catch pheasants and rabbits in the fields for a treat. The brothers 　　were happy to provide cover so they could have game for dinner. 　　One day, the group passed through a large bamboo forest. Zhou Yixian ran into the forest to catch plump bamboo rats. He used 　　his divine sense to carefully observe the bamboo rats, which were difficult to see with the naked eye as they leaped and climbed among the bamboo tips. They 　　couldn't escape his divine sense's lock. He hit the mark every time, shooting over forty rats, thinking he'd have enough for a feast. Suddenly, a voice behind him said, "Brother, split it 　　in half when we meet." Zhou Yixian was startled. He hadn't even noticed a stranger getting so close! He whirled around and 　　aimed his bow and arrow at the source of the voice, only to be surprised to find that the other person was just a faint... A phantom appeared, a flash of green light in its eyes, and it immediately 　　revealed its true form under the Spirit Eye Technique. This time, it startled Zhou Yixian, who chuckled awkwardly, " 　　Doug Joe, a scout under Duke Lewis. Heh heh, also here to catch bamboo rats, but you've caught them all." Zhou Yixian saw that the guy 　　meant no harm, so he put down his bow and arrows. The guy wasn't tall, had almond-shaped eyes, and especially a small mustache that looked like two 　　raised eyebrows, making it appear as if there were four eyebrows from a distance. His smile was lewd and filthy. Zhou Yixian tossed two fat rats over, saying, 　　"Zhou Yixian, Viscount Willis's Archery Team." The filthy Joe said, "My beautiful captain, until we meet again!" He grabbed 　　the fat rats and ran off. Zhou Yixian shook her head and ran back to her team.

After dinner, Zhou Yixian comfortably lay down on the straw mat, reached out and caught a mosquito
in his hand. The unfortunate mosquito buzzed but couldn't escape his palm. Zhou Yixian then sent a wisp of his divine sense lightly onto the mosquito
, which immediately settled obediently on his fingertip. Zhou Yixian softly whistled, directing the mosquito to fly into Fuya
's tent. The two servants, dumbfounded, stood guard at the tent entrance; these two idiots had been flattering her for ages without even holding her hand
. The mosquito flew into the tent and landed on the top.
Fuya was testing the water temperature when a mosquito flew onto the clothes hanger. Fuya quickly stripped off her clothes . She had a
fantastic figure, her skin as smooth as agar, her breasts small, with the characteristic pink, inverted nipples of a young girl. She gracefully turned,
her little bottom swaying as she walked to the tub, slipped into the water, and washed very quickly. Halfway through
, she walked towards the toilet, but the mosquito flew in first. Her round little bottom sat on the toilet. Zhou Yixian loved admiring Fuya's delicate
little anus; the faint brown lines radiated clearly outwards, like a perfect, tender little chrysanthemum.
The sound of rushing water came from the toilet, and a stream of yellow urine hit the tub wall. The girl's plump labia majora tightly enveloped
her labia minora, leaving only a narrow slit. Her genitals were very smooth, with only a small patch of soft
pubic hair above her clitoris.
After urinating, Fuya breathed a sigh of relief, quickly washed herself in the bathtub, and emerged with a rosy
glow, filling the tent with her virginal fragrance. Fuya sat naked before the mirror, dried her wet hair
, letting it hang loosely over her shoulders, then quickly dressed in civilian clothes, donned her sword, and went to search for the camp. This was as Zhou Yixian withdrew
his divine sense, the mosquito corpse falling to the dust, and Wang Zong contentedly drifted into a sensual dream; his millennia-long penchant for peeping at beautiful women had
never changed.
The next day, during a morning march, the four-browed, lewd Qiao suddenly ran up to Zhou Yixian, warning him of a possible
ambush ahead and cautioning him not to wander off. Zhou Yixian immediately reported this to Captain Fuya. Fuya took precautions,
sending in additional scouts ahead and having two attendants reinforce the defenses on both sides. She also brought in two teams of mercenary heroes. Zhou Yixian volunteered
to walk in front, fearing that these guys' skills were unreliable and they might encounter a skilled opponent. Walking beside him was the
red-faced hero with a worried expression.
The afternoon was almost over, and they were nearly at the campsite, but they hadn't found any signs of an ambush. The two attendants began to mock
Zhou Yixian, and everyone started to relax their guard. The red-faced hero, however, became alert, loudly reminding everyone to stay vigilant, warning that
once their spirits were lowered, it would be impossible to regain them. He only received laughter in response. Zhou Yixian continued to search his surroundings with his divine sense without showing any emotion
. Suddenly, he noticed something unusual about the roadside vegetation where the scouts had passed. A green light flashed in his eyes, and his spiritual eye technique revealed that the vegetation was
dead, with people hiding underneath. A quick scan of the surrounding area revealed that dozens of patches of vegetation had been artificially covered
. Zhou Yixian shouted, "Ambush! Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!" At the same time, he drew his bow and fired an arrow at
the target on the roadside. Missing his target, he retreated with incredible speed, disappearing into the crowd and appearing
beside his captain in a flash. Two arrows shot towards the target in the tree. Captain Fuya was still stunned when Zhou Yixian shouted to her, "Dismount quickly!"
Fuya had just rolled off her horse when an arrow flew past her back. By the time Zhou Yixian nocked his third arrow, the target had already
emerged from the ground with incredible speed. A gray figure wielding a long spear arrived from a hundred meters away in an instant.
Zhou Yixian used his spiritual eye technique to lock onto the target and fired two arrows, both of which were deflected by the spear. Fuya also fired a counter-arrow at the same time, but the opponent's speed
was too fast; the arrow flew past him and exploded into a ball of fire in the distance.
At this point, Zhou Yixian was helpless. As a powerful figure in the Spirit Realm at the Integration Stage, that guy had a plethora of magical treasures and spiritual artifacts, but his
cultivation had only recovered to the Spirit Movement Stage, making it impossible for him to use magical treasures. He didn't have a single spiritual artifact. Who had
ever seen a Integration Stage expert carrying around a bag of spiritual artifacts? This guy went all in and buried the storage bag full of high-end equipment
in the Monster Forest; as a weakling, being empty-handed is the safest thing, but now there's nothing to shield him from bullets; Zhou Yixian,
in a moment of quick thinking, pulled Fuya behind the warhorse, then rolled on the spot with Fuya in his arms
, crawling under the belly of a donkey and hiding under a large cart; the warhorse was pierced to death by the spear without even neighing, and almost simultaneously the donkey
's belly was slashed open by the battle aura on the spear, the gray shadow man was stunned, realizing that the target had disappeared; at this moment, two bowstrings rang out, and two
servants grabbed him and almost launched an attack, but the gray shadow man nimbly dodged.
The gray-robed figure didn't bother the servants. Instead, he thrust his spear at the cart, piercing a hole the size of a washbasin.
Two figures instantly emerged from beneath the cart. Zhou Yixian laughed, leading Fuya in a strange, seemingly
slow movement, as elusive as smoke, impossible to lock onto. The gray
-robed figure thrust his spear with all his might. Zhou Yixian's short sword rested on the spearhead, making a bizarre turn. He didn't dodge; instead, the two seemed glued to the spear. The gray-robed figure felt
as if the spear were stuck in a cotton ball, unable to find a foothold. He decisively withdrew his spear, quickly retreating while whistling.
The attackers immediately vanished.
A powerful pressure swept over them, followed by a golden-armored knight riding a wind-elemental demonic horse,
chasing after the attackers. Zhou Yixian let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. A few more thrusts from that guy and
he'd have to abandon the little girl and run away himself. Fortunately, they discovered it early and didn't enter their optimal ambush position. The mercenaries
and hunters reacted quickly, automatically forming ranks to fight back. Most of the twenty-odd people who died were farmers; Fuya, seeing this as her first
real combat, was ashen-faced with fear. Zhou Yixian walked to the spot where the first arrow had been fired. Blood seeped from the shaft. He turned over the grass and found
a corpse. He quickly dismembered it, and a money pouch vanished instantly in his hand. The assassin, holding a slender, dark
sword, kicked it away without much interest. That night, he was rewarded with two silver coins for the head he had captured
.
Upon entering the camp, everyone dug trenches, erected sturdy wooden palisades, and announced that they were only five li from the enemy's vanguard
, and that additional patrols would be needed that night to prevent ambushes. Fuya and her two attendants each led a team, taking turns patrolling; Fuya
naturally pulled Zhou Yixian into her team, the two of them exuding envy and jealousy. Updates every two hours tonight. Fuya and the other three...
After circling around twice, resting at the camp gate, a girl asked curiously, "Zhou, are you a thief?" Zhou Yixian immediately shook his head:
"No." Actually, he did make a living by stealing in the cultivation world. Fuya said, "You're lying. Your movement
technique is very strange; I could tell at a glance." Oh, good heavens! Zhou Yixian pretended to be very dejected: "
You saw through me? My family had a powerful assassin in our lineage, but only one movement technique has been passed down to us."
"It's not very useful. I can teach you if you want to learn." Fuya laughed, "Thanks, but I don't have the money to learn right now." Zhou Yixian
knew she was broke; she only had a few silver coins in her wallet and couldn't bear to spend them. Zhou Yixian said, "It's just a trivial
skill, it's free. Can you tell me why your ears are pointed?" Fuya's pretty pointed ears flapped mischievously
, "You don't even know that? I have elven blood! Don't you know that all magic archers have elven blood?"
Zhou Yixian was a little embarrassed, "Uh, I knew that before, but I forgot later."
The next day, just after breakfast, a powerful pressure swept over them. "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Archers swarmed
onto the archery platform. Outside the camp, a golden-armored knight riding a fire-breathing stag galloped back and forth, the thud of his hooves making the fence
creak. On Zhou's side, a golden-armored knight also charged—the one who had been chasing the attackers. They exchanged names,
one unleashing golden battle aura, the other white. The two auras collided with a deafening roar. Zhou's white
aura was clearly at a disadvantage, and he was quickly knocked away. Fortunately, he was a wind-attribute knight, and his speed allowed him to scramble back to
his own camp. The enemy's morale soared, and cheers reached the heavens. Meanwhile
, Zhou's disheveled servants swarmed forward, snatched the knight back, and retreated into their camp. This kind of challenge continued daily, resulting in casualties on both sides. Zhou's camp
fared worse, losing more than winning, with one soldier killed and another captured.
The daytime duels were irrelevant to cannon fodder; the nighttime battles became a matter of the entire army. Both sides sent elite squads to infiltrate
and counter-infiltrate, creating chaos and confusion. Fuya's troops were attacked twice that night. The first attack killed several farmers, and
the second severely wounded a servant. Fuya felt the immense pressure of the battlefield; she had lost weight, and her large, helpless
eyes looked pitiful. Zhou Yixian was no fifteen-year-old child; he was a seasoned veteran,
having seen all sorts of situations. He encouraged Fuya to be strong, or at least pretend to be, while simultaneously enforcing strict military discipline,
punishing any laziness, disturbance, or wavering without mercy, primarily with whipping—tying the unfortunate to tree stumps and whipping them half
to death.
This wasn't enough. Zhou Yixian discussed with Fuya the possibility of a small victory to boost
morale. This meant organizing a night raid, taking a few heads to lift everyone's spirits. The servant disagreed, and the two argued
for a long time. The girl preferred the attack, but the servant's opposition was vehement, leaving them unable to decide. At this
moment, the Viscount summoned a meeting. Upon Fuya's return, she issued orders for immediate preparations for a night raid,
with the mission of capturing prisoners.
After dark, Fuya's attendant Zhou Yixian and two hunters packed up and quietly set off. The capture team was led
by Knight Lewis, who was quite nervous. When assigning tasks, he said, "Several groups have been wiped out so far.
Be careful when you get there; capture one and run." The entire team silently crept to the vicinity of the camp. The archer squad was positioned on
a small hill, while the others continued forward.
Zhou Yixian lay prone on the hill, his divine sense spreading like a spiderweb, scanning with his spiritual eye. He sensed no particularly
powerful presence; suddenly, Zhou Yixian felt a faint, powerful aura pressing down on them. He quietly asked Fuya, "Can we
shoot silent arrows?" Fuya nodded, "Yes, but only three silent armor-piercing arrows." Zhou said, "Get ready. Can
you see that tree fifty meters ahead? I'll lure the enemy to that tree, and shoot him when his back is to you." Fuya
said, "I can see it clearly." Zhou Yixian led the two hunters forward.
Zhou Yixian didn't stop in front of the tree, but walked about twenty meters away. He instructed the two hunters, "When I say retreat,
you run immediately." A short while later, the capture party ahead, carrying their bundles, ran back desperately. The knight fought to bring up the rear
, battling a knight radiating fiery red battle aura as they retreated. Zhou Yixian shouted, "Fire!" The three immediately
fired at top speed, eliciting two screams and wounding two enemies. The enemy knight roared, "Watch out for sneak
attacks!" Zhou Yixian fired an arrow at him, which was deflected by his battle aura. The continuous firing enraged the knight, who channeled his battle aura
into a thread and thrust his sword. Zhou Yixian dodged it and shouted, "Retreat!" The two hunters ran back for their lives,
but Zhou Yixian didn't run; instead, he deliberately stood on higher ground to taunt them. The knight seized the opportunity to escape pursuit and fled. The enraged
knight, his sword glowing with a long red light, leaped high and slashed down. Zhou Yixian's body became ethereal and mysteriously
floated away, his battle aura exploding in a thunderous roar. A crack appeared in the ground; Zhou Yixian ran ahead with an uncanny agility,
nearly stabbing the knight each time. Reaching a tree, Zhou Yixian suddenly turned, longbow resting on the sword's spine, and with a flick of his wrist
, floated behind the knight. The knight, experienced in combat, nimbly turned and thrust his sword, but the longbow touched the side of the sword tip, and
he retreated rapidly, barely dodging the attack. Fuya had already nocked three arrows; as Zhou Yixian floated behind the knight,
she released the bowstring. The knight had barely turned when the arrows arrived, piercing his heart and
lungs before he could react. He stood there, mouth agape, stunned. Zhou Yixian didn't pause; he pulled a dagger from under his wrist and plunged it into the knight's
mouth. Then, grabbing his belt with one hand and a two-handed greatsword with the other, he ran back without hesitation.
Fuya used a barrage of arrows to hold off the pursuers, fighting as she retreated. Zhou Yixian displayed exceptional escape skills,
carrying a dead body and overtaking the leading group, returning first in the race. He quickly searched the corpse,
finding only a ring engraved with the family crest; otherwise, he was quite disappointed.
Knight Lewis, seeing the corpse Zhou Yixian carried back, grinned from ear to ear, happily carrying
the body to report his victory. Zhou Yixian wasn't worried he'd take all the credit, after all, the one who killed the knight was the viscount's niece. Fuya
returned beaming, offering five of the ten gold coins to Zhou Yixian, who kept only two, distributing the rest to
the brothers who had participated in the operation. Zhou Yixian used all the gold to buy sheep, making a delicious mutton soup. The whole team enjoyed two delicious meals,
boosting morale and stabilizing their emotions.
Fuya was a little smug after the small victory, and her squire had also earned a kill. This idiot was already planning
another attack. Zhou Yixian disagreed. This ancient monster, a veteran of countless battles, vaguely sensed the powerful
presence of his opponent. A decisive battle was imminent, so it was better to conserve energy at home to survive the fight. He shared
his thoughts with the young woman, who, after some consideration, couldn't resist the temptation of merit and applied for a mission.
This time, she got a mission to burn grain, based on confessions from prisoners and verified. Fuya, Zhou Yixian, and three others
met up with two black-clad thieves, who would lead the way. One of the thieves was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and yellow eyes.
A young man with a long, thin face and a scarred face pulled out a detailed map and explained the planned route.
Zhou Yixian carefully memorized the map. The scarred man concluded, "We'll lead you to the location and then retreat. You
must be quick; their reactions have been unusually fast these past few days, and we've lost several men."
They traveled in silence, traversing the no-man's-land between the two armies, dodging several visible and hidden sentries along a secluded path, until they reached
the edge of a large military camp. The scarred man pointed, "This is it. They'll change shifts in half an hour. You
move after they change shifts." The two men immediately withdrew. The remaining three men, covered by a cloth, studied a simplified map of the camp under a small magic lamp
. The map marked the locations of sentries, but since sentries, especially hidden ones, changed frequently, the map was only for reference.
After they finished their shift change, Zhou Yixian led the way, sometimes crawling forward, sometimes leaping quickly, using his divine
sense to spot sentries and traps. When he spotted a sentry, he instructed Fuya to shoot it with a silent arrow, and to destroy the traps as much as possible.
Guided by Zhou Yixian, a master of ambush, the three quickly approached the stockade wall, which was nearly two people high, with
two heads bobbing back and forth on it. The three exchanged a few hand signals, and Fuya took out three burning arrows,
each imbued with a fire spell by a mage, capable of burning the entire camp to ashes. Zhou Yixian and his attendant drew their bows, each aiming at
a target, and fired simultaneously. The two heads vanished instantly. The three rushed to the stockade wall, and Fuya jumped into the attendant
's palm, who lifted her above his head and fired a barrage of arrows at the three targets. Three loud booms followed, and
three large flames shot into the sky, illuminating half the heavens.
The three immediately fled, when a furious divine sense swept over them, locking onto them. Zhou Yixian immediately sensed that
they had encountered a powerful expert. He took out three talismans and affixed them to the three men. The talismans transformed into a cloud of white mist, making the three figures appear
and disappear. This was an invisibility talisman. A proper invisibility talisman could last all day, making the person invisible as long as they didn't move, and
it had absolute shielding against divine sense from those below the Nascent Soul stage. This talisman, however, was a makeshift one Zhou Yixian had made a few days ago using the blood and hide of a slain demonic beast
. It couldn't actually make them invisible; it could only make their figures appear and disappear, shielding them from long-distance divine sense tracking, and it only
lasted for a quarter of an hour.
Zhou Yixian gave each of them two talismans, telling them to use one every quarter of an hour, and suggested they split up and
run. He then ran off without looking back. At the same time, in a large white tent, an old man in purple robes, sitting cross-legged in the middle of a spiderweb-like magic circle,
opened his eyes in surprise, looked at the floating crystal ball before him, recited a spell, and then closed his eyes again, remaining motionless. A beautiful young woman entered the rapidly
burning camp. Dressed in a blue robe, she was as cold as ice. The knights, frantic with worry
, hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects. She didn't even glance at them, a cold smile playing on her lips as she looked at the flames. She
raised her hand, seemingly chanting no incantation, and a dozen water orbs flew towards the edge of the fire, exploding to form a thin wall of water that insulated the flames. With a flick of her wrist
, she produced a deep blue magic staff, muttering incantations as she pointed it forward: "Water Dragon Spell." A
water dragon appeared in mid-air, roaring as it charged towards the fire. A few breaths extinguished the blaze, and then she turned and left without a word.
Zhou Yixian didn't run back. Instead, he ran towards a river marked on the map. That river flowed towards the enemy's rear.
Based on Zhou Yixian's experience, the return route was definitely blocked. He might as well run into enemy territory; if necessary, he could deal with the situation after the battle.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Zhou Yixian urged the little girl to catch up. Zhou Yixian slowed his pace. "Weren't we supposed to split up
and run?" "How much are you hiding from me?" "Boss, you didn't ask. Don't move." "One of our opponents has
powerful spiritual energy. Their way back is probably blocked. Let's run towards their rear." Every time his divine sense
swept over, Zhou Yixian immediately stopped, so his divine sense couldn't detect him. When they reached the riverbank, they found sentries patrolling. He immediately
put on a new talisman, slowly climbed to the riverbank, and silently slipped into the river. He pulled Fuya up and chanted a low-level
water-avoidance spell, drifting downstream. Under the effect of the talisman and the water-avoidance spell, the two of them were like two transparent pieces of glass in the water,
undetectable to ordinary soldiers.
The attendants quickly retreated along the predetermined route after separating, dodging several waves of soldiers with the help of talismans. Relieved,
they affixed the last talisman, but before they had gone far, a dark figure suddenly appeared beside them, coldly saying, "You
think you can escape with such a small trick? Stay here!" A long, thin black sword thrust forward. The attendant nimbly pulled out the sword, but
collapsed in pain after only pulling it halfway out. Two other men in black jumped out, quickly bound him, and took him away.
Zhou Yixian, with Fuya, drifted for about ten miles before landing near a small town. Before leaving, Zhou Yixian had planned that if
their escape route was cut off, they could run to the town to easily obtain supplies. There were many troops coming and going in the town, so an extra
stranger wouldn't be noticeable. If all else failed, they could travel to the New World or even join the enemy against their former allies. However, now,
with Fuya in tow, that was no longer an option. They could only gather supplies and then try to find a way back.
The two quietly slipped into town, found a large courtyard in a small alley, and climbed over. A ferocious dog raised
its head, baring its fangs, seemingly about to bark. Zhou Yixian pointed, and the dog whimpered and went back to sleep. After settling Fuya
in the stable, Zhou Yixian explored the courtyard. He sensed few people living there when he entered. He first went into the three-story main building and
checked each room one by one. Only a couple and a girl were sleeping. Most of the furniture was covered with
white cloths, dusty, indicating no one lived there; the family was just looking after the house. Zhou Yixian went into the kitchen, lit the stove
, chopped up some dried black bread and smoked sausage, cooked them into a porridge, and brewed a pot of coffee. The two ate in silence, feeling
a warmth spread through them.
Zhou Yixian carefully surveyed the courtyard again, deciding that both the attic and the wine cellar were suitable for hiding. The two of them preferred
the spacious wine cellar. The oak door to the wine cellar was secured with a magical lock, but this was no challenge for the seasoned thief Zhou Yixian.
He easily opened it with his discerning spiritual eyes. Once inside the warm wine cellar, Fuya, exhausted, lay down and fell asleep. Zhou Yixian sat cross
-legged, watching Fuya sleep soundly. His eyes glowed green as he scanned the walls of the wine cellar, discovering something unusual
. Upon closer inspection, his eyes returned to normal. This was actually another form of spiritual eye technique, allowing for careful observation without the opponent noticing
. He had used this technique to observe the buttocks of many beautiful women in the past. Its advantage was strong penetrating power, able to see very fine details;
its disadvantage was short range, limited to within ten meters. He quickly found a hidden compartment behind a wine barrel. Touching the mechanism inside,
a doorway, just large enough for one person to enter, silently opened in the wall.
Zhou Yixian squeezed through the doorway. A lamp hung on the wall. He walked down about twenty steps, pushed open a small door,
and entered a small room with a bed, a table and chairs, a few books, and another small door leading to another place.
Yi Xian shook Fu Ya awake, and the two happily moved into the tunnel, sleeping comfortably until dawn.
They got up and explored the secret chamber. It wasn't large, containing only three rooms: a bedroom, an alchemy room, and a storage
room. There were three passageways. Besides the wine cellar, a bedroom, and a study, they found no gold or silver treasures. The storage room contained food,
water, and a few weapons. The alchemy room contained a pot and a pile of bottles and jars. Fu Ya recognized
the villa from the family crest as belonging to the Karl family, a middle-class noble family similar to their own. The tunnels were used by nobles for refuge.
Zhou Yi Xian and Fu Ya sat in the attic, looking out the window at the distant street. The street wasn't crowded, mainly filled
with groups of soldiers, with the occasional lone soldier. Fu Ya frowned, trying to figure out a way back,
but it was futile; it was a miracle a battlefield novice hadn't died of fright. Fuya glanced at Zhou Yixian out of the corner of her eye,
hoping he would make a decision; Zhou Yixian sat calmly, like a block of wood; Fuya couldn't help but kick him, pouting and
glaring at him; Zhou Yixian sighed. He hadn't planned to go back, intending to make some money to travel, but now he had to get this
little guy back, and he wasn't really confident. The old monster was just a novice in the mid-stage of the Spirit Realm, unarmed and
barely able to protect himself.
Zhou Yixian cleared his throat: "Let's find a way to get new identities first, so we can move freely. Hiding here for the rest of our lives means we'll
never be able to go back." That night, two inconspicuous farmers walked slowly down the street. Passing a small tavern, they saw
soldiers shouting and yelling inside, so they slowly walked into the shadows of the alley across the street. Several groups of soldiers came out but didn't make a move. Finally,
three drunken men emerged, and two farmers silently followed. When one of them went to urinate in the corner, one farmer
darted behind the two soldiers and chopped them on the neck, then caught them before they fell . The other farmer followed suit,
darting behind the urinator.
The next day, a thin, scrawny soldier stood before the dressing mirror in the nobleman's bedroom. A tattered hat covered his pointed ears
. He wrinkled his nose, sniffed the stench on his clothes, and pouted, "Can't you wash them a little cleaner?" Zhou Yixian
shook his head: "No, to portray a low-ranking soldier, you have to be dirty, dull, and stupid. Now keep walking, don't sway your hips,
don't swing your waist, and lower your head when you see a nobleman." He practiced repeatedly to minimize any embarrassing slaps on his backside.
In the afternoon, a caravan passed by on the street. Zhou Yixian sensed a powerful killing intent, as did Fuya
, who silently watched the caravan pass. Zhou Yixian recognized this aura; he had encountered it in the Demon Beast Forest.
He earnestly told Fuya, "They've brought powerful reinforcements. The decisive battle is in the next couple of days. We shouldn't go back."
Fuya said, "Then we should go back even faster. I want to tell Uncle the news." Zhou Yixian thought to himself, "Will it be of any use
? Unless the Second Prince has an equally powerful backup plan." He said aloud, "Let's prepare and leave now. If we're any later,
we won't be able to get through."
On the main road, a thin horse pulled a cart of hay, following the supply caravan at a distance. At each checkpoint,
a dark-faced man would proactively hand over his waist token, cheerfully pointing to the caravan ahead, then pointing to his companions and telling them they
were sick, thus passing through without hindrance. As the convoy approached the central army camp, the wagon turned to the right, swaggering through
several camps. Reaching one camp, a chubby quartermaster called out to Zhou Yixian, "You've taken so long to get
here! Hurry up and unload!" He then drove the wagon into the warehouse, unloading it while observing the surroundings. It was already dusk, and
dinner was approaching; they decided to try and leave the camp.
The call to serve dinner rang out from the camp. Zhou Yixian and his companion, each carrying a bucket, headed towards the camp gate.
Everyone except the sentries had gone to eat. A sentry asked, "Where are you going?" Zhou Yixian shook his bucket. "To fetch
water for the horses, and to give them a bath while I'm at it; they stink!" He handed them two pieces of salted meat, which the sentry took and waved away. The two
went to the riverbank, and seeing no one around, they used a water-avoidance spell to escape into the well water, finding a secluded cave to hide in until late at night, then
quietly sneaked back to the main camp.
Chapter Two: Making a Fortune and Returning Home Early in the morning, Fuya quickly washed up and rushed to report to her uncle.
Zhou Yixian was also summoned and questioned extensively. In Old Zhou's opinion, the situation on this side had already been lost. Fuya was quite loyal;
she didn't betray Zhou Yixian's secrets. The Viscount questioned for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution.
A period of calm ensued in the battle between the two sides. No one challenged them to duels during the day, and no one raided the camp at night. The veteran soldiers knew that war was about to break out.
On the third day, just as dawn broke, the war drums thundered. Knights and squires ran about, shooing the cannon fodder
out of their beds. After a quick bite to eat, they were lined up and led out of camp. The archers, once out of camp, formed a line
, drew their bows, and advanced, providing cover for the melee troops behind them to deploy. A troop of knights appeared on a small hill, with a
huge red flag in the center. Under the flag was a young man on a gray magic horse, wearing magnificent armor—this was
the second prince for whom the brothers would fight. The prince stood expressionless on the hill, watching the troops march by
. Someone cheered for the prince, and everyone joined in, boosting the morale of the ranks.
Fuya, holding a flagpole, led the way. She held the flag horizontally, signaling a halt. Everyone stopped, placed their
quivers on the ground, and awaited the order to fire. The opposing side was the same; archers provided cover in front, while knights and
squires drove the peasant soldiers into battle formation, occasionally letting out a burst of inexplicable cheers. The two sides
stopped a short distance apart, and the war drums sounded simultaneously. The knights cheered and charged forward, while the mages began chanting,
unleashing a barrage of fireballs, water arrows, and wind blades at the enemy, while also erecting magical shields to intercept their attacks.
Zhou Yixian noticed that the knights were all fighting one-on-one, and although the fighting was quite intense, it was more like
a martial arts contest
than a battle. The mages were casting spells on the farmers, with no attacks from the mages themselves. Fuya shouted, "Parachute! Ready!" She drew her bow to a full 45-degree angle and released the arrow, sending it flying in a parabolic arc. This was the longest shot, but it was inaccurate.
Fuya pointed her lance: "Aim at the cavalry! Fire freely!" A troop of cavalry charged forward, their silver armor gleaming,
their long lances flashing coldly, and the heavy hooves made the earth tremble. Her companions were so frightened that their mouths went dry, and many
couldn't even draw their bows. Fuya had already grabbed her magic bow and fired a magic arrow that flashed red. A burst of fire exploded
, sending riders and horses flying. The cavalry, not expecting a magic archer, immediately scattered and charged in a more dispersed formation.
Zhou Yixian unleashed a flurry of arrows, firing twelve in one go, felling one cavalryman and wounding one horse. Just as the cavalry
was about to charge, Fuya shouted, "Retreat!" The brothers staggered back, fleeing through the gaps in the spearmen's ranks.
The cavalry charged through the middle and regrouped at the rear. The spearmen, using the butts of their spears to brace themselves, howled as they withstood the first volley of cavalry charges;
several men and horses fell, but thankfully the charge didn't penetrate.
As the cavalry retreated to prepare for a second charge, Zhou Yixian sensed several powerful auras approaching.
She glanced at the Viscount's position; he didn't react, continuing to lead his knights towards them, intending to defeat the cavalry.
Soon, five black dots appeared in the sky, instantly reaching the front lines. "Heavens! Griffin Knights!" someone shouted. "Great Magus
!" caused a commotion. A cold, aloof woman floated in mid-air; with an obscure chant, two blue
water dragons appeared, their claws outstretched, immediately suppressing our mages, though they didn't pursue them.
The Griffin Knights charged with lightning speed; several great knights attempted to intercept them, but were no match for them. An irreversible collapse ensued;
the Viscount, pale-faced, fled for his life.
As soon as the powerful aura appeared, Zhou Yixian nimbly bypassed the supervising team and sprinted away. He dashed
into the central army camp, heading straight for a luxurious tent. Only a few people were inside, and only one guard
stood outside. He slashed open the tent with a knife and slipped inside. The woman inside, startled by the sudden appearance of a stranger, gaped
in disbelief. Just then, another opening was made on the opposite side, and a man in black emerged—surprisingly, he had four
eyebrows! The two men simultaneously pointed at each other: "I saw it first." "There's a share when we meet." The two bottles of fine wine vanished in a flash.
Zhou Yixian immediately gathered up a plate of sausages, and the two of them started packing things up. Various cheeses, roast meats, smoked meats, pasta,
snacks, and gold and silver tableware disappeared in an instant. The women only reacted afterward, letting out piercing screams. Zhou Yixian and the others
didn't have time to pay attention to them. After sweeping the living room, they rushed to the bedroom. The bedroom was magnificent, with many books on the headboard and weapons hanging on the shelves
. The four-browed man collected all the weapons from the shelves, and Zhou Yixian snatched the books.
Just then, the guard burst in wielding a greatsword, swinging it to strike. Four-Eyebrows nimbly dodged, and Zhou Yixian grabbed
his hand, saying, "We've won! Take the loot!" A deafening
roar of defeat echoed from ahead: "Gold and silver, half for each other!" Zhou Yixian yelled at Four-Eyebrows. He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly opened a jewelry
box and poured out about ten pieces of jewelry. The two instantly divided it all, and Zhou Yixian tossed him a gemstone necklace. Then they started
smashing the furniture, looking for hidden compartments. They found one on the bed, filled with a bag of gold coins. They scattered
the coins on the bed, and the three of them frantically fought over them. Zhou Yixian and Four-Eyebrows were veritable money-sucking monsters. The beast, like a vacuum cleaner,
washed away the gold coins, scaring the guy so much his face turned pale. Four-Eyebrows, without looking back, scurried out of the tent and ran away. Zhou Yixian told
him the best escape route. The guy picked up a silver candlestick, grabbed a silk quilt, and pulled a petite
little girl along: "Anqi, come with me!"
Zhou Yixian didn't run away directly, but instead went to the artisan camp and found the blacksmith. He pulled the blacksmith to a nearby path,
gave him a package full of smoked meat, bread, fruit, and dozens of gold coins, and told him to run along the path. The defeated army would naturally run along the main road they came from, and the pursuers would naturally follow the main road. Taking a longer route 　　would increase
the chances of escape . 　　Zhou Yixian didn't run far, but hid in a tree hollow. He waited until most of the pursuers had passed before crawling out, 　　disguised as an enemy again. His plan was to make a killing regardless of who won or lost. He had already infiltrated 　　the victors' looting army and, with his agility, quickly amassed over a thousand gold coins. This was just an appetizer; 　　the main prize would come at night, when the spoils would be gathered, the best portion given to the officers, and that would be 　　the real action. 　　Zhou Yixian enthusiastically pushed his cart around the central army camp. The camp was in chaos, filled with drunken 　　ravenous men. These soldiers would drink like mad as soon as they found alcohol. A batch of prisoners was being brought in. 　　The knights were well-treated; they were freed simply by paying money. Mages weren't considered prisoners; 　　they hadn't attacked each other during the battle and were now laughing and joking together. The female prisoners fared worse; they 　　were taken into tents, waiting to be enjoyed by the victors. 　　An imposing old knight, riding a massive griffin, strode in. Everyone calmly 　　lowered their heads and stepped aside. Knights riding such mounts were generally called Holy Knights, high-ranking magical beasts (level six or above). They were usually 　　highly skilled, at least Grand Knights, though there were also rookie knights, who were 　　backed by powerful clans; otherwise, their magical beast pets wouldn't be safe. This elderly man, with his graying hair and beard, 　　entered the central command tent with an air of authority. His attendant was escorting a prisoner. Zhou Yixian's eyelids twitched; it was Fuya! 　　She looked very weak. Without making a sound, he caught a beetle, attached his divine sense to it, and flew over to hide inside her clothes. 　　Zhou Yixian followed quietly behind, unsure what to do. He couldn't even handle the griffin alone. Just then, a 　　short man passed by. Zhou Yixian sniffed, turned, and caught up with the man, patting him affectionately on the shoulder. The short 　　man scurried away like a fly, yelling, "Get out of my way! I don't know you!" Zhou Yixian grinned mischievously, "How about I shout? Then 　　we'll recognize each other." The short man stammered, "No, no, how the hell did you recognize me?" Zhou Yixian said, " 　　I could smell that thieving stench on you from a mile away." The short man groaned, "Bad luck. What's up?" 　　Zhou Yixian replied, "We're partners in this. If we pull off a 50/50, I'll give you my share. You need to do me a favor." 　　The short man's eyes darted around. "Sure, brother." Zhou Yixian said, "Zhou Yixian, Thousand Illusion Lightning Hand 　　." The short man replied, "Joe Willie Benedict II, nicknamed Four Plum Blossoms." Zhou Yixian smiled. 　　"It's the eyebrow of an eyebrow, haha." Qiao pouted. "You want my help to save that half-elf, right?" Zhou Yixian: 　　"You can guess that already. We need two kinds of medicine. One needs to be able to paralyze the Golden Knight, and it needs to be colorless and odorless; the other 　　needs to be able to paralyze the Griffin, or at least make it sluggish." The lewd Qiao thought for a moment, then took out two bottles, red for 　　the monster and green for the human. 　　At this time, the group did not follow the knights into the central tent, but instead went to a separate small village next to it, which was the Griffin Knights 　　' encampment. There were four luxurious tents. The Griffin came to a tent and lay down to rest. Fuya was taken inside and immediately 　　held down by three women. A slave silver ring was put around her neck. They mocked her while stripping her clothes off. Fuya 　　was probably under a spell. Although she twisted and struggled, she was no match for them. She was stripped naked and thrown into the bathtub, where she was subjected to unrestrained violence.

They scrubbed her body relentlessly, intentionally or unintentionally touching the wound on her shoulder. Each time they touched it, Fuya's lips twitched
. They scrubbed Fuya until she was pink, then lifted her onto the bed, applied some medicine to her wound, dusted her body with perfume
, handcuffed her to the bed in a spread-eagle position, and withdrew, leaving Fuya sobbing softly.
Zhou Yixian struggled to push a cart full of wine and meat. The gatekeeper gestured to stop him, then cheerfully handed him two
bottles of good wine and sausages, which the gatekeeper accepted and waved him through. Zhou Yixian pushed the cart slowly, seeing
four large deer that had been thoroughly skinned and cleaned, undoubtedly food for griffins. Four beetles quietly flew over and sprinkled some powder on the deer. Zhou
Yixian pushed the cart to the kitchen, unloaded the cart, and offered to help with the fire and chopping wood. His attention was on the small kitchen next door. The four
beetles flew in and saw four portions of wine prepared. The cook was preparing a late-night snack, wondering which knight's portion it was for
. There was a beetle hidden under each plate.
Zhou Yixian helped the chef bustle about, watching the griffins devour the spiked venison. The servants took away portions of meat and wine;
the wine was also drugged, but in small quantities—not enough to intoxicate them, just to dull their senses. After finishing
his work in the kitchen, the head chef rewarded Zhou Yixian with a portion of meat and a bottle of wine. He then slipped away to a secluded corner to eat and drink.
Around midnight, four powerful knights returned, laughing and chatting. The old man in the middle was beaming with pride. The others congratulated
him on adding a half-elf female slave to his collection. A burly, dark-faced man shamelessly asked to trade with him later.
The old man smiled noncommittally. They headed towards their respective tents. Before they even entered the camp, the small kitchen was bustling with activity
, various delicacies and wines flowing in. Zhou Yixian identified the dish as the best. Five or six drugged beetles
followed the servant inside, while the female slaves knelt at the door to greet their master. Zhou Yixian used this opportunity to drug all the dishes.
As soon as the old man entered the room, he stripped naked and lay down in the large bathtub, attended by female slaves. The slaves also bathed naked. One of
the slaves, completely naked, picked up a wine bottle, uncorked it, and poured a glass of red wine. Suddenly, a beetle flew over and hit
her eye. She had to shoo it away with her hand. Another beetle flew over the glass and sprinkled some medicine into it. The powder
dissolved instantly upon contact with the wine. The old man took the glass, took a couple of sips, and climbed out of the bathtub. He walked to the bedside and smiled as he stroked
Fuya's smooth skin. His fingers gently teased the small nipples hidden in her areolas. The old man ordered, "Turn on a few more
lamps." The slave added a few more lamps and left. The old man downed his wine in one gulp. His large hand slid down his smooth abdomen
to his mons pubis. He pinched his pubic hair and suddenly felt dizzy, a sense of alarm rising in his mind.
Suddenly, a dark figure darted out, striking Zhou Yixian's neck with a palm strike. A surge of fighting spirit naturally rose from his neck, the rebounding
force causing Zhou Yixian's hand to swell. Zhou Yixian didn't stop; swinging his hand, he darted out of the bedroom with an uncanny gait
. The three female slaves sat quietly outside. Before they could react, a palm strike to the neck followed by an elbow
strike to the throat. The third opened her mouth to scream, but was immediately kicked in the throat, collapsing to her knees, clutching her throat.
Zhou Yixian finished them off with a palm strike, guaranteeing they would be knocked unconscious.
Zhou Yixian returned to the bedroom to find Fuya sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot
streaming down her face. He kicked the knight aside, covered her with his robe, and asked, "Why did you take so long?" Fuya, like a wounded kitten, gently touched
her pointed ears and casually unlocked her handcuffs, asking, "Why is your fighting spirit gone?" Fuya held out her hand; she wore
a bronze bracelet with anti-magic properties, as did the silver necklace around her neck. After unlocking the bracelet, he casually put it on the old knight
. The old man was wearing a storage ring, a blood-bond magic item. This was no challenge for the habitual thief. He took out a
piece of animal hide, a knife, and cut the old man's hand. He used his blood to draw a spirit array, plucked a few hairs from his beard,
placed the ring in the center of the array, lit the hairs, and threw them into the array. White smoke rose from the array, containing several red tadpole-like
characters that floated into the ring, erasing the blood bond. There are several ways to break a blood bond; this is the gentlest and doesn't damage the object,
but its power is weak and only works on ordinary objects.
Zhou Yixian picked up the ring, dripped blood on it, and re-acknowledged it as her owner. The ring was small, only about three cubic meters, and
half of it was filled with sparkling treasures. " Oh yeah, what a steal! The griffin knight's value is indeed extraordinary." Looking
up, Fuya stared at Zhou Yixian with her mouth agape: "My god! What else can you do?!" Zhou Yixian chuckled: "I swear,
that's all I know." Fuya: "You're lying! I know, I know!" "Fuya, be good, change into this servant's outfit
." Zhou Yixian swept all the valuables out of the tent. Seeing Fuya, dressed, about to stab
the old man with a dagger, he quickly hugged her: "My little darling, he can't die! He has a contract with the monsters outside. If his
master dies, they'll definitely sense it, and if they make a commotion, no one will escape."
Zhou Yixian thought for a moment: "Here's how we'll deal with this old bastard." He threw the old man onto the bed,
spread-eagled him out, and shaved off his hair, beard, and eyebrows with a dagger, leaving him bald. Then he drew
a bunch of little turtles on his head. Fuya laughed. He poured some medicinal wine into each of the three female slaves, tied them up like four horses, and stuffed them under the bed. After finishing,
he changed into servant's clothes.
Zhou Yixian took out two bottles of wine: "Fuya, drink three big gulps." Fuya drank three gulps, her face turning slightly red; then she picked up some meat
, ate a few bites, drank a few more gulps of wine, poured the wine onto her clothes, and set off with the bottle still half full. Two
drunken servants, carrying bottles of wine, staggered to the gate. The guard, swaying, stood
up, and the taller servant grabbed him, slurring, "Come on, let's drink!" He gulped down several mouthfuls.
"Let's go outside to drink," he said, grabbing the key and opening the door. The shorter servant slipped out, while the taller servant shoved the bottle
into the soldier's arms. "You can drink it all. I'm leaving now, lock the door!"
The two met up with Joe and were led to a tent filled with drunkards. Fuya was made to wrap herself in a blanket and huddle in a corner,
pretending to be asleep. The two continued like mice, moving between tents, stealing anything of value or interest
. Finally, they managed to steal several bags of silver coins from the quartermaster's tent, but finding no place to put them, they had to carry them. The two
thieves had a contest of skill; Zhou Yixian was slightly more agile, but not by much. The two heroes couldn't help but admire each other.
The three men, wrapped in blankets, pretended to be asleep, waiting for dawn. In the drunken military camp, they discovered a large amount of valuables were missing.
Since it would be daylight at the earliest, they figured they might as well wait until the gates opened and then ride away. Just as dawn was breaking and the gates were about to open, three drunken servants
rode up on their demonic horses, swaggering to the gates, brandishing their command tokens, and gruffly shouted, "Open the gate, you lazybones! Want a beating?"
"Damn!" The gatekeeper glanced at the command token, then hurriedly opened the gate. Three horses shot out like arrows, leaping away like fish released from their golden hooks
, wagging their tails and refusing to return.
These wind-elemental demon horses were incredibly swift and powerful, not tall but with long limbs. They could run like the wind, covering over 300
li by nightfall. The cunning Qiao was experienced in running, changing routes multiple times along the way, making it difficult for the pursuers to keep up. The mounts
were foaming at the mouth from exhaustion, and finally hid in a grove to camp. The next day, they determined their route: beyond the Muller Peak lay the small town of Mondovi, and
further south was the Duchy of Langwa.
The horses had run too fast yesterday, and today they hadn't recovered. The rider's legs trembled as he rode them, and he couldn't go any further than halfway
up the mountain. He had to pull them over the mountain, mainly to prevent them from getting lost and running back to lure the pursuers. He would pull them over the mountain and release them,
then find a lush, grassy hillside to abandon them. What we hated were the two bags of silver coins; neither of us wanted to carry them,
so we simply threw them away. Fuya, revealing her greedy nature, insisted on carrying both bags on her back. The two gentlemen, of course
, felt embarrassed, so they each carried one bag. Not daring to enter Mondovi, they sneaked around it and crossed the border into Piacenza,
the Principality of Piacenza, finding a small inn to stay in.
After a day of rest, they began dividing the spoils. They set up a magic trap at the entrance, and when the loot was dumped on the ground, the room instantly became
resplendent with gold. Half of the loot belonged to the Griffin Knight—magic cores, scrolls, weapons, and valuable materials. The rest consisted of gold
coins, gold pots, silver plates, and a pile of fine wine, good food, and erotic paintings—a chaotic mess. Joe and Zhou divided the spoils, with Zhou Yixian
specifically requesting the books and the Griffin Knight's two martial arts manuals, agreeing to give Joe one-fifth of his share as promised.
Zhou Yixian wiped the blood oath off the storage ring, which was full of blood, and handed it to Fuya: "Here you go! I don't need it, but
it's best not to let anyone know, the pattern on it is very special." Fuya took the ring and stared wide-eyed in surprise:
"This is a storage artifact! You're really giving it to me?" "Of course, it's more convenient for a girl to have something like this,
and besides, I already have one." He said, shaking the dark storage ring in his hand. Tears welled up in Fuya's eyes,
her hands trembled with excitement, and she dripped blood on it and tested it repeatedly. Zhou Yixian asked Qiao, "Those griffin knights don't seem to be from
the Duchy of Langwa?" Qiao paused for a moment, "You don't even know that? There's only one Griffin Knight Order in the world, the
Guardian Knights of the Cult of Light, about 200 or so! Other empires only have large and small griffin squads,
all under a hundred; as for Langwa, they don't even have griffin knights." "Oh! With the support of the Cult of Light, no wonder
they won so easily. The price they paid must have been considerable!" Qiao replied, "Of course, the entire nation had to convert to the Cult of Light and
make annual offerings."
Then Zhou Yixian and Qiao discussed their future plans, deciding to rest the next day and use the opportunity to sell some
low-priced items and buy some high-priced items to reduce their volume and free up space. The three sold some worthless items and
bought scrolls, crystal cores, and magical materials—these were valuable, small in size, and easy to sell. At noon, we went to
the Mercenary Tavern for lunch, hoping to glean some information. The tavern reeked of cheap tobacco and sweat.
The three of us ordered beer and steaks. Zhou Yixian and Qiao ate with relish, while Fuya barely touched her knife and fork. Qiao
glanced at the old man sitting in the corner, who immediately pulled up a chair and said, "Want some information? I
have the most accurate stuff, just one gold coin." We ignored him. He then said, "Then fifty silver coins. I'm
an honest man, I definitely won't cheat you." Qiao retorted, "You can rob me! One silver coin? Talk if you want, get lost if you don't!" The old man:
"Annie Baby, a glass of whiskey, please. This gentleman will pay." The old man took a sip of his drink. Joe slowly said, "We
're going on an adventure in the Monster Forest. Has the war for the succession of the Duchy of Langwa ended?" The old man replied, "The war is over! The
eldest prince won, and the Duchy of Langwa has converted to the Holy Church of Light. When you go to the forest, don't touch those sacred beasts. Also,
the second prince went to the Vatican to reflect on his actions. I heard that his mother and sisters have become nuns to serve the God of Light for life."
In the afternoon, they bought three ordinary horses. Zhou Yixian also bought a wooden necklace with a peach pendant. When they got back,
Joe cut the peach in half and made a clever mechanism to make the peach fit perfectly. He then embedded a storage ring inside.
Although it wasn't very convenient to use, it was very discreet. They left hastily early the next morning. The scoundrel Joe disguised himself as a training knight, and
Zhou Yixian and Fuya became his squires. Fuya was sullen the whole way; she hadn't found out anything about her uncle.
Zhou Yixian comforted her, saying that no news was good news, and that spending some money would solve everything. Fuya asked, "Zhou, I want to go back and
redeem my uncle?" "Not only can you not go back, but you can't even communicate with him. The old man is now the de facto ruler of the Duchy of Langwa
; this feud is irreconcilable! If he finds out about your relationship, your whole family is doomed." Fuya was worried
: "What should I do!" Joe said, "I'll find out for you." Zhou Yixian asked, "Does Fuya have anywhere to go
?" Fuya replied, "I'll go to the Rainbow Forest to find me..." "Master, continue your cultivation." Zhou Yixian: "Focus on your cultivation and don't
contact your family. If anything happens to them, you must endure it until you become a Demon Archer Instructor. That old guy is too strong
."
Over the next few days, the three rangers sparred as they traveled. All three were agile fighters, and their Demon Archer
sniping tactics were their signature skill. Their greatest achievement was delivering a blow to the previous Pope, who possessed supreme holy power
, causing him to fall. Countless mages and knights fell under their arrows. They had repeatedly proposed banning Demon Archers among humans, but due to
the power of the Elven Demon Archers, all major powers desired to possess a group of Demon Archers. However, Demon Archers were monopolized by elves, and only elves
and half-elves could train in them.
Joe, the thief, was rather unlucky. Despite his incredible speed, he could only attack three times in a fight; if he missed all three, he had to run. Zhou
Yixian wasn't much better; while not as fast as Joe, he was agile and unpredictable, possessing a strange method of using his battle aura.
His ability to engage in prolonged combat was far superior to Joe's, and they were evenly matched in their escape attempts. Zhou Yixian agreed to teach
them his strange Lingbo Footwork technique, much to their delight. Of course, they also took a few magic crystals from Joe as tuition.
That day, they entered the territory of the Cambes Empire, outside the sphere of influence of the Light Cult. Fuya decided to
part ways with Zhou Yixian; she was going to cultivate in the Illusionary Rainbow Forest. Joe and Zhou will continue their journey, heading to the hometown of the blue-clad warrior in the Principality of Lausanne, Fribourg
. Without women around, the two become unrestrained, indulging in lavish meals and staying in
brothels, indulging in a life of pleasure. Joe, that fellow, is a true master of seduction; his charming eyes and a few words are enough to seduce
mature women and married women, leaving some unfortunate fellow with a cuckold's horns. It's truly infuriating to compare oneself to others; Zhou Yixian, having lived for over a thousand years...
Not up to par. The two also did some petty crimes, mainly pranks. Zhou Yixian
stole the underwear of a fat noblewoman, Qiao sprinkled itching powder on it, and then put it back on her, listening to the fat woman howl from the itch.
That afternoon, a luxurious four-horse carriage drove into the gates of Freiburg. The carriage stopped in
front of the luxurious Grand Mercure Hotel, and two smartly dressed young men got out. It was Zhou Yixian and his group. They swaggered into the hotel, and an
elegant old gentleman with white hair came over and bowed slightly: "Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?" Qiao
said lazily: "Please give us the two best rooms. We need to take a shower immediately. We stank the whole way."
This guy was putting on airs of nobility, even waving a perfumed handkerchief around. The old gentleman was neither servile nor arrogant:
"Very well, esteemed gentlemen, you will soon be given your rooms. Douglas is honored to serve you
."
Zhou Yixian went into the room, where hot water was already prepared. He handed the bellhop a silver coin. Zhou Yixian soaked in the warm
bathtub, slowly sipping a glass of Vidal ice wine, pondering where to cultivate. After
finishing the warrior's funeral, he needed to find a quiet place to recover his cultivation. In this completely dark alien world, he really didn't know
where to go. He'd ask Wuchuo Qiao tomorrow.
In the morning, a lavish breakfast lay before them. Zhou Yixian stuffed a large piece of black bread with bacon into
his mouth. "Qiao, I need to find a quiet place to cultivate. That would be more suitable." Qiao put down his fork. "Zhou, your eating
manners are so sleazy. Cultivation? Of course, a school is the most suitable." "Which school? Cultivation? What? I'm not a thief
. I'm a noble person." Qiao chuckled. "You could be a teacher if you were a thief! There just happens to be a martial arts
school recruiting. Today is the last day. You can go and choose a profession." "Okay, that's it. Eat up."
The school was located on a hillside west of the city, occupying a large area. The school gate was packed with people. Zhou Yixian squeezed in and
grabbed a brochure to read. The recruitment mainly consisted of two categories: warriors and mages. Warriors were further divided into samurai and thieves, teaching
various elemental auras and martial arts techniques. There was also a training course for forging. Mages taught various elemental magic, and there was also
an alchemy training course for those with a foundation in magic. Zhou Yixian looked around for a while, preferring magic. He pointed at
the magic area to Qiao and said, "Dude, let's go with magic." Qiao looked at him and said, "You creepy Zhou, I didn't see any magical talent in you."
"Damn, what's wrong with your eyes? Take a closer look at the Grand Magician." "Hello sir, how do I register to become a magician?" the old
man pointed.
Zhou Yixian squeezed through the crowd in the direction he was being pointed. There weren't many magicians, only about ten. A
middle-aged man in a robe had a sign for the registration area in front of him. Zhou Yixian immediately went over to register. The middle-aged man said softly, "Five gold coins
for the test registration fee." He handed over a form at the same time. Without saying a word, Zhou Yixian handed over five gold coins, filled out the form, and waited in line.
Suddenly, the mage in charge of the tests stirred, excitedly shouting, "Spatial type! Spatial type!" A
girl of about twelve or thirteen had just finished her test, and only two others passed. When it was Zhou Yixian's turn, the mage
handed her a crystal ball, saying, "Hold it in your hands, and then meditate." Zhou Yixian held the ball, her eyes slightly closed. The ball
changed; most of it turned grayish-white, and a small portion turned green. The testing mage excitedly shouted again, "Dual attributes of spatial and natural
elements! You have elven blood?" The mage handed her a crystal wand: "Focus your attention on the little red ball inside the wand."
Zhou Yixian grasped... Holding the crystal rod,
Zhou Yixian used his mental senses to perceive the small red ball. The ball began to move, and when it was almost at the "good" mark, he withdrew his mental energy. The testing mage was very excited: "Good, you passed." Zhou Yixian handed in the form and completed the registration procedures
. The mage was still excited, muttering to himself, "Two! Two promising students with good mental energy."
Chapter Three: Magic Apprentice
A long-bearded old man ran out of the building: "My two students are over there, hehe." He took two forms
and looked at them with a smile. Zhou Yixian walked over generously to greet his teacher, and a middle-aged man led the little girl over:
"Zhou Yixian greets the teacher." He bowed. "This is my daughter, Zhang Jingying. Please greet the teacher." The little girl
bowed shyly. The old man grinned and introduced himself: "My name is Aken, full name Aken Joseph Joy II.
You can just call me Aken." Aken scratched the back of his head: "It's been almost ten years since we've had any space-related students. From now
on, you two will be working with me." Zhou Yixian chuckled inwardly: "No wonder this old man is so happy. If a few more
students don't appear, he can forget about getting paid." The teacher then gave us a brief introduction to the school.
As Qiao left the school, his gaze towards Zhou Yixian changed slightly. Qiao said, "Zhou, you seem rather sleazy, yet you actually
possess spatial potential, (*^__^*) hehe... Rich guy, let's become sworn brothers." Zhou Yixian retorted, "Get lost! You're like a weasel
offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—you're up to no good. Look at that sleazy look of yours, what mischief are
you plotting now?" Qiao grinned, "Brother, we've gotten along better and better these days. If we have a chance to make money in the future, we can't forget our brothers, right?" "Come on
, you only think of your brothers because you can't handle things, but I'll have to decide the share of the spoils based on how difficult it is."
"Of course, our family is the most trustworthy." "Come on! What trustworthy person lives in a den of thieves? I'm not
afraid of a falling out." "Zhou Yixian, that's not fair. My Benedict family is extremely famous in the underworld; we
never joke about our reputation." Seeing Qiao's serious expression, Zhou Yixian raised his hands: "Just kidding! Let's go back now
, chop off the chicken's head and burn yellow paper, 'Those who are not born on the same day, month, and year...'"
He and Qiao became sworn brothers, exchanging tokens. Qiao gave Zhou Yixian a black wooden plaque,
heavy in his hand. One side was carved with a two-headed bat, and the other side with four plum blossoms. The plum blossoms were probably Qiao's symbol
; his nickname was "Four Plum Blossoms." "What is this bat...?" "Brother Zhou, this bat is our family's symbol.
Take this sign to our family's stronghold to contact me. If you want to sell stolen goods, you can contact us. We have various channels
, and we take on all kinds of jobs. You can post any tasks to us, and I'll give you a 20% discount. Don't
misuse this sign. If a rival gang sees it, you'll be torn to pieces and thrown to the dogs." Zhou Yixian asked,
"Your family seems quite large?" Qiao said, "Calling it a family doesn't mean it's very large. We have our own specialties. The largest
is the Thieves' Guild, the biggest is the Water Transport Guild, and every dock is their stronghold; the second largest is the Pisces,
whose founder used to run a salted fish shop; the third largest is the Dark Walkers, composed of five families at their core, and their combat power
is the strongest; there are also organizations belonging to various major powers, like the Bright Cult, which has more than one branch. These organizations are relatively..."
The secrets are unknown to outsiders; ultimately, there are families and some small and medium-sized unions, each with its own way of life. "
Joe continued, "If you press the bat's eyes, a drawer will pop out from the wooden sign. Inside is our hideout
address. After you go in, you'll see a bottle behind the counter. If the scenery is in front, it's normal; if the figures are in front, something's
wrong. Although we're a small family, we send some of our members into the Great Thieves Guild, so we have extensive information
channels."
Joe played for two days and then drifted away. Zhou Yixian wandered around for a few more days and then remembered that he needed to find the Blue Warrior's family to deliver the ring. He got up early
and asked the waiter for the address. The family lived in the countryside. He rented a horse and went there. As soon as he arrived at the edge of the village, he sensed something
was wrong. He carefully tied the horse to the edge of the village. The village was deserted, except for a dozen
burly men surrounding the gate of a courtyard. They were holding swords and knives, looking menacing. A scarred-faced man was shouting and cursing viciously. Inside the courtyard, two young
men were drawing their bows and arrows and cursing back at him, saying that debts should be repaid and accusing him of fraud. The young men in the courtyard were not
weak, and the burly men outside did not dare to force their way in, only exchanging insults.
Zhou Yixian didn't dare approach and went around to avoid them. He saw an old man sunbathing and went up to ask, and they were looking for that
family. Zhou Yixian quietly observed the group of men and noticed a thin fellow sitting not far away. The young man was particularly
inconspicuous, and Zhou Yixian suspected he was a fellow gangster, so he paid attention to his actions. Sure enough, as soon as the young man left, the heroes
also left. Zhou Yixian followed them back to the city from a distance and saw them enter a place called Blueberry Tavern. A little while later
, the heroes came out again, excitedly discussing where to go for fun. Zhou Yixian brushed past them.
Zhou Yixian turned into a small alley and entered a general store. Only a little girl was inside, with
a landscape-painted bottle behind her. Zhou Yixian handed her a wooden plaque, and the little girl glanced at it and called into the store, "Grandpa,
someone's here." Soon, an old man came out, lightly touched the plaque, and returned, smiling as he asked, "Mr. Zhou,
what can we do for you?" Zhou Yixian took out a dirty money bag and poured out all the money inside
—about twenty silver coins and several dozen copper coins—saying, "Buying information. This is the deposit." "
What kind of information do you want, sir?" The old man quickly pocketed the money and tossed the money bag to the little girl.
Zhou Yixian said, "It's Danton Lanruo's family in Tano Village, twelve miles outside the city. I saw debt collectors at their door today;
they gathered at the Blueberry Tavern. I want to know everything. I'm staying at the Paradise Inn." The old man thought for a moment:
"Tomorrow morning."
Zhou Yixian returned to the inn to shower and rest. The next day, after breakfast, he drank tea and read in the lobby. Around noon
, the little girl came skipping and hopping. He led her into the room, took an envelope, and gave her a gold coin. The little
girl ran off with a beaming smile. Zhou Yixian read the intelligence: Danton Lanruo, a high-ranking knight,
lost a large sum of money gambling a year ago and ran away to earn money to pay off his debts, never to return. That gambling was orchestrated by someone, Marquis
Chavez Hochá, who coveted his family's ancestral storage ring. The Iron Blood Gang at the Blueberry Tavern was merely ordered to collect the debt, and
the skinny man was the Marquis's shadow assassin. After reading the letter, he crumpled it into a ball, rubbed it between his fingers, and a wisp of smoke turned the letter into ashes
.
Zhou Yixian rested during the day and tidied up at night before returning to Tano Village. He wandered around the village and discovered several hidden stakeouts.
Finding a blind spot, he took advantage of the stakeouts' carelessness to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard. Seeing the main house lit, he knocked. Just as
he knocked twice, the door opened a crack, and a sword swiftly thrust out from the gap. Fortunately, Zhou Yixian was prepared and dodged to the
side, saying, "Hey, it's one of us." The door opened, and two young men, one on each side, stood guard,
brandishing knives and radiating menacing intent. Zhou Yixian introduced himself: "I'm Zhou Yixian.
I met a friend in the Black Forest of Warcraft, and he asked me to deliver something back." He then handed over his storage ring.
An urgent voice came from inside the house: "Brother, quickly let the guest in." A boy who looked like a monkey reached out and
took the ring, gesturing for him to enter. A young woman came out of the house, her face a little pale: "Guest, you
are truly impolite. This is my younger brother, Fuchai. He acted rashly and offended you.
I am truly sorry." Zhou Yixian waved his hand: "It's alright. There are eight hidden agents outside. Be careful." The young woman took the ring, tears streaming down her
face. She turned away, her shoulders shaking. After a while, she wiped her eyes, turned around, and bowed to Zhou Yixian: "This humble woman
dares to call you uncle. Could you please tell me what happened?" Zhou Yixian briefly explained the situation
.
The young woman shed another tear. Zhou Yixian took the ring and emptied its contents: monster cores, beast
bones, hides, and blood filled the room. Zhou Yixian said, "This haul is probably worth 600,000 gold coins.
What do you plan to do with it?" Fuchai excitedly said, "Sister, this money is enough to pay off our debts." The young woman nodded. Zhou Yixian said,
"I advise you to keep the money and use the spatial ring to pay off your debts." Fuchai roared and jumped up,
drawing his sword with a whoosh. Zhou Yixian moved instantly, her figure flashing as she returned to her seat as if she had never moved.
A sword appeared in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, the sword slid back into Fuchai's scabbard with a 'clang'. Fuchai was
coughing, clutching his neck.
Zhou Yixian smiled. "Madam, you should think this through. I've received intelligence that this incident is Marquis Hocha's attempt
to seize the storage ring. If the patriarch were still alive, he wouldn't dare to act so openly. But now that the patriarch is gone,
they don't even need a scheme; they can just storm in." He then picked up the storage ring and gathered the items in the room
, making a gesture to silence them. A dark figure leaped onto the wall, peering into the courtyard. Zhou Yixian twisted and jumped
onto the roof beam, shrinking into a corner.
The dark figure jumped into the courtyard, peering into the house. Seeing the young woman and Fuchai sitting silently, it circled the courtyard once,
saw nothing amiss, and left. Zhou Yixian emerged from the shadows. Fuchai was still grumbling and unhappy. The young woman was deep in thought.
His companion remained silent throughout. Zhou Yixian pointed to himself: "Zhou Yixian will be enrolling in space magic when school starts."
The boy replied: "George Karang, starting in swordsmanship class, in the same class as Fuchai." "We'll be classmates when school starts."
The
young woman raised her head and gritted her teeth: "Uncle, you've returned my late husband's belongings from afar, which shows your noble character. The widow has
entrusted all her wealth to you." Saying this, she got up and went into the house, bringing out two sleepy-eyed children.
Without a word, she knelt down with the children and kowtowed three times. Zhou Yixian accepted it calmly. This old thief, who had lived for thousands of years, was more than capable of taking in a few...
The head was nothing special, and the young woman wanted her younger brother to come and pay his respects as well, but was stopped. Zhou Yixian said, "You must take the ring.
You're surrounded by their people; don't act rashly. They don't know your husband is dead yet, so they probably won't dare to do anything."
Zhou Yixian discussed contact methods with them. Before leaving, the young woman took the ring again and stroked it, tears welling up in her eyes.
Back at the hotel, she slept comfortably. In the afternoon, she went to the general store and met the old man: "Can you arrange a meeting with Marquis Hoxha
? I can arrange for the ring he wants to be handed over." The old man thought for a moment: "200 gold coins."
"Deal."
A few days later, the young woman, dressed in her finest attire, boarded a carriage and headed to Ulm. Ulm was Marquis Hoxha's main city;
his fiefdom also included several smaller towns such as Freiburg. The young woman, having traveled all day to reach Ulm, casually checked into a small
inn, ordered some food, and went inside. A moment later, a waiter brought the food, put it down, and turned to reveal himself as Zhou Yixian.
The young woman smiled, not touching her knife or fork, knowing she was embarrassed to eat in front of strangers. He
then reiterated the precautions for her audience with the Marquis the next day, concluding, "I cannot guarantee your safe return, but I guarantee
the safety of your two children and will provide you and your husband with an explanation within ten years."
The next day, the young woman arrived at the Marquis's residence as promised. The steward was already waiting at the door. The young woman curtsied to the steward and
placed a small bag of money in his hand. The steward weighed it briefly, put it away, and smiled, "Your Excellency, Madam Lanruo,
the Master is waiting for you in the study." He then led the way, turning back softly as he went, "The Master
is in a very good mood this morning."
The Marquis had a huge study. The steward entered through the high doors and immediately bowed. Walking on tiptoe,
in an almost feminine, elegant voice, she announced, "My lord, Lady Lanno has arrived." Behind the enormous desk sat the tall
Marquis Hoxha, his square face sharply defined. Behind him stood a young man,
bearing a striking resemblance to the Marquis, also muscular and with piercing eyes. Both father and son were high-ranking knights. The Marquis stroked
his slightly graying beard. "Please let her in." The butler bowed and replied, "Yes, madam." He turned and opened the door. "Please welcome
Madam."
The young woman entered, her heart pounding with nervousness, sweat beading on her brow. She curtsied and said, "Honorable Marquis
, my late husband has just passed away, leaving behind a large debt that I am unable to repay. I only have an ancestral
storage ring; please, kind sir, purchase it." She then presented the ring, which the butler took
and placed before the Marquis. The Marquis examined it carefully, nodding... The Marquis said, "Hey, I didn't expect Baron Lanno
to pass away so young. Our two families have a three-generation friendship. Madam, if you have any difficulties, please come to me. My door is always open to you
."
After the lady left, the young man grinned and chuckled, "That woman is quite pretty. I should keep her for a few more days."
The Marquis glared at him, "Shut up! We have a two-generation friendship with the Lanno family. That's enough. Steward, take them
back." The Marquis opened his palm, revealing two identical rings. The young man said, "Father, these rings
are exactly the same as ours?" The Marquis, while feeling the rings, said, "Yes,
there are four identical rings in total. They are a memento of the adventures of the Holy Space Mage Alfonso de Albuquerque and his four brothers
, including our ancestor. They are Master Alfonso's top-tier works. You won't find a ring with a larger space than this. You can
take this one!"
On the return journey in the carriage ... Last week, Zhou Yixian lay comfortably in the carriage, squinting as he admired the young woman,
Lady Lanruo. Lady Lanruo was a typical high-class wife, with brown hair, green eyes, and a few light freckles on her cheeks. She probably knew
he was watching her, and a blush rose to her cheeks as she silently gazed out the window. Tired of looking, she turned her gaze away, glanced at
the languid Zhou Yixian, and nudged his foot with her toe: "Why don't you stay at our house? Hotels are expensive!"
Zhou Yixian laughed, "That would be great! I was just thinking of getting closer to you, Madam!" "Get lost! Don't get the wrong idea. I
'm afraid you'll run off with my money. Let me make it clear, the house is rented to you for one gold coin a month."
After moving into Lanruo's house, Fuchai came every day to ask for his guidance. He was still resentful about the day he took the sword from him, constantly
trying to figure out how to break it, which kept Zhou Yixian pinning his sword down. Fuchai then intervened twice more, easily disarming Zhou Yixian each time, until
Zhou Yixian finally agreed to teach him once he had a solid foundation.
School started, and I went to register at the school with Fuchai George. This magic and martial arts academy mainly focuses on martial arts. The martial arts academy
has over three thousand students, while the magic academy has less than three hundred. Girls make up about 30% of the magic students, while girls make up
less than 10% of the martial arts students. The principal is Juan Sebastian, a peak swordsman, nearly two meters tall with a large beard, and the magic dean is Cook.
Antonio, a fire magic archmage, is a battle mage, a big, dark-skinned fat man whose agility is completely disproportionate to his size
.
Teacher Aken personally led his two students through the registration process. When it came to dormitory assignments, the teacher directly
arranged for the two students to stay at his home, which is right behind the academy. The advantage is that classes are held at the teacher's house, but the disadvantage is that they can't skip classes. After
everything was arranged, my junior sister's father brought over a large bag of pickled vegetables and braised meat. My junior sister's family owns a pickled vegetable shop.
Before leaving, her father repeatedly thanked the teacher and asked his senior brother Zhou Yixian for help, while my junior sister Zhang Jingying seemed extremely impatient.
The martial arts academy and the magic academy had completely different buildings. The martial arts academy had a neat, orderly teaching building, while the magic
academy was an eight-story tower. Why a tower? The junior sister blinked her big purple eyes and answered seriously,
"Yes, that's how it is." "Right, that's how it's supposed to be." Zhou Yixian: "Okay,
okay, that's how it should be. Let's go to class."
The general magic courses were taken by the whole grade together: magic history, magic circle basics, magic plants, magical beasts, etc.
Teacher Aken mainly taught history and magic circles, the plant course was taught by the water mage Linda, and the magical beast course was taught by the wind mage Rosen, who
looked like he hadn't woken up yet. These classes were quite boring. Except for the magic circle basics, Zhou Yixian only listened to
the rest and was satisfied with getting a score of 60 or 70.
For specialized courses, they practiced with their respective teachers. The first lesson was meditation, which was used to train mental strength. In cultivation, it was called
divine sense, and the stronger the better. There are many methods of meditation. The teacher first asks the students to take a hot bath,
wear loose and comfortable clothes, and sit in a comfortable position, usually with their eyes closed. They should not let their minds wander
and should slowly adjust their breathing, trying to exhale and inhale evenly and slowly. They should silently count in their minds and gradually eliminate distracting
thoughts, thus entering the initial stage of meditation, also known as shallow meditation.
The next step is deep meditation to strengthen mental power. In meditation, amplify mental perception as
much as possible while minimizing physical tactile sensation. The teacher teaches the Golden Sphere Meditation Method. After entering a meditative state, imagine
a white dot of light appearing in a completely dark field of vision. During meditation, gradually transfer your mental power to this
dot, expanding its size. When the dot grows to the size of a fist, slowly increase its brightness until it
becomes golden. The first stage is considered successful.
The second step is to continuously increase the size of the light sphere until it becomes the size of a basketball. Make the light sphere rotate, and then use your mind to guide it
to rotate around your body, first around your chest, then around your entire body, until the light sphere can rotate at will with your intention.
This is considered a minor success in meditation practice. Continue practicing to further strengthen your mental power.
Meditation was child's play for Zhou Yixian. His spiritual power was far greater than that of other cultivators at the same level. Due to severe injuries,
his cultivation had dropped to the Spirit Transformation stage, essentially returning him to his original state. Even so, his spiritual power was only slightly inferior to his teacher's.
On the third day of meditation practice, a golden ball the size of an egg spun in his palm. His teacher stared in astonishment, thinking he had encountered
a meditation genius. In reality, Zhou Yixian could create a ball of light that very night; he only created
a small one to keep a low profile.
The junior sister was a bit frustrated. She hadn't even seen a single point of light in three days. This was normal; generally,
seeing a point of light within three months was considered passing. But compared to her powerful senior brother, she had become somewhat obsessed, unable to maintain even shallow meditation
for long. Her teacher tried many methods and even gave her some medicine, but the effects were minimal.
Zhou Yixian secretly knocked on his junior sister's door that night. She was sitting on the bed, lost in thought. "Junior sister, your pouty lips could tie up
two donkeys!" she said. "You're the one who could tie up two donkeys! You're the one who could tie up two donkeys!" "Junior sister, do you know why I can meditate
so quickly?" "Why?" "Because I've practiced a set of exercises since I was little that can help with meditation, it's very effective."
His junior sister's eyes widened in surprise: "Senior brother, can you teach me?" "That's why I'm here to teach you." The two moved the table and chairs aside.
Zhou Yixian said, "This set of exercises is called Tai Chi. It includes a stance and thirteen postures. This exercise combines movement and stillness, and long-term
practice is beneficial for entering a meditative state." "Stand properly with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees not extending past your toes, head relaxed and still, clear your mind of distractions..."
Every
night, Zhou Yixian would guide his junior sister in her practice. He was also experimenting to see if the methods of cultivating immortality could be used
to practice magic. His junior sister had good comprehension; after a month of practice, she finally saw a white dot of light,
which grew to the size of her little finger a few days later. The little girl was so happy that she chattered away, revealing the secret. When their teacher asked Zhou Yixian about it
, the guy insisted it was an ancestral technique. The teacher was skeptical but practiced along with him and soon discovered the benefits of the technique, making his body
stronger and his appetite more robust. Magicians spend their days either experimenting or meditating, so their bodies are generally weak. This technique, which allows for meditation while moving,
has a miraculous effect on improving physical constitution.
Once one successfully enters deep meditation, they can cultivate on their own without the teacher's interference. Zhou Yixian didn't focus
on meditation; his main goal was to restore his cultivation level, and restoring him to the Nascent Soul stage would make spatial magic a natural progression. Zhou Yixian meditated every day
, outwardly appearing to be meditating, but he also had to solve the problem of elixirs. Elixirs for the Spirit Transformation stage were quite common, with many formulas available.
The ingredients were generally inexpensive, but he didn't know the names of the herbs in this plane. Zhou Yixian attended every single
potions class taught by the perpetually sleepy old man, Rosen. Potions were part of the alchemy curriculum, and Zhou had to pay extra for each class—ten silver coins per lesson.
In his spare time, Zhou Yixian browsed books on magical plants in the library. The librarian was none other than his teacher, Arken,
making it incredibly convenient for his student to access books. He thoroughly searched not only the large bookshelves but also his teacher's private stash
, finding over twenty books related to medicine and identifying more than sixty potentially useful herbs. He consulted his teacher, who
wasn't an expert on plants and recommended the water-elemental teacher, Linda. However, the teacher disagreed with his student's focus on plants, believing
that space mages should delve into magic arrays.
Zhou Yixian, being a dual-elemental mage with a wood element, naturally wanted to learn about plants. His teacher earnestly instructed him that in
the foundational stages of learning magic, one should focus entirely on mastering one element to build a solid foundation, otherwise it would hinder later advancement. He then
tested Zhou Yixian with several magic arrays, and only after seeing that Zhou Yixian answered correctly did he let him leave.
Teacher Linda is a beautiful, high-level apprentice mage who is diligently training. After breaking through to become a mage, she plans to
save up some money to study at a magic tower. Such studies are extremely expensive, and if she is taken in as a disciple by a mage-level figure
, she will have to spend even more money to fill the gap.
Zhou Yixian: "Teacher Linda, may I ask you some questions about plants?" Linda smiled: "Of course
, what's the question?" Zhou Yixian took out his notebook and pointed to more than sixty kinds of plants: "I want to know
the shape, color, and taste of the roots, stems, flowers, and fruits of these plants." Linda: "You want to study alchemy?" "Of course, I
'm dual-elemental, and I'll be training in the wood element in the future, developing in the field of potions. It's too difficult to make money with the space element."
Linda's eyes widened in surprise: "What did you say? Space mages have difficulty making money? Do you even understand
space magic?!" Cold sweat broke out on Zhou Yixian's forehead. Damn it, he'd embarrassed himself again; in the cultivation world
, the first to make money are alchemists, followed by weapon refiners. Array masters are much less lucrative, after all, arrays aren't necessities, and
the cultivation difficulty isn't low; could this be different? He should really ask Teacher Linda for some guidance.
"Teacher, I really don't know. Teacher Aken only said they were very powerful, not that they were great at making money." Linda:
"First of all, only space mages can make various teleportation arrays, and even the smallest one costs hundreds of thousands
of gold coins. The cheapest space storage items cost at least 20,000 gold coins. Also, space mages are all experts in arrays; having a space mage draw various magic arrays
is quick and easy."
Zhou Yixian: "Can't you elemental mages draw arrays?" Linda: "Of course we can, but we
elemental mages have to spend a lot of time compressing and manipulating elements, squeezing out a lot of time to study arrays, which delays our progress;
space mages perceive and manipulate the origin of space, and the lines of a magic array can be seen as two empty spaces." " The connection between the origin points
allows space mages to draw magic arrays, which in turn promotes their cultivation. Therefore, every space mage is also an array mage."
Zhou Yixian thought for a moment, "Can't a magic potion master earn as much as a space mage? Good magic potions can aid cultivation and improve one's level
. Wouldn't making a few batches be incredibly profitable?" Linda laughed and punched Zhou Yixian, "Are you stupid!
Where do the medicine formulas and those precious ingredients come from? They're all in the hands of major powers. Training a medicine master costs them
a huge amount of money; even if you have the money to learn, without formulas and ingredients, what can you do!"
"You space mages are so lucky. As long as you graduate from your apprenticeship, you'll be guaranteed a place in the magic tower for further study. Major
powers offer huge sums of money to recruit you, and many powerful individuals will befriend you." That's true. Space magic is quite special.
In the early stages, you're basically weak, but in the later stages, you're a level above others of the same rank. So, your leveling up is different from other mages. You go from magic
apprentice to novice mage, then to mage, and then directly jump to archmage, skipping two levels in between.
Most mages remain at the Wizard level, but don't look down on these lowly mages; they have a glorious
title: "Break-Magic Mage." Break-Magic Mages can perform spatial reconnaissance, discovering and destroying magic circles, seals, and
magical traps. The skilled ones can even find weaknesses in defensive magic. They can also use alchemical items to teleport their companions
. Imagine you're in the middle of a fierce battle, and a space mage suddenly throws an assassin behind you and stabs you in the back
—it's incredibly satisfying! Even low-level space mages are powerful, and every combat class wants a
space mage as a partner. It's like that despicable Qiao would immediately behead and burn an apprentice's head.
Zhou Yixian is currently refining pills and urgently needs raw materials; who cares about money! Returning to the topic, Zhou Yixian consulted Linda
about plants, and Linda explained the roots, stems, and leaves in detail. Zhou
Yixian asked where he could buy these plants, and Linda said they could be purchased from the Magic Guild, but she could get them for a cheaper price, in exchange for helping her in the future. Zhou Yixian
agreed without hesitation. Most of these herbs were inexpensive, costing only a little over three hundred gold coins for a large quantity.
With the raw materials in hand, he prepared to refine pills. The school offered alchemy labs for rent, and Zhou Yixian rented a
large lab with four fire eyes, intending to refine two types of pills: Marrow Cleansing Pill and Marrow Nourishing Pill. These two pills were common pills for the Spirit Transformation stage,
with many different formulas and similar effects that could be flexibly combined.
Zhou Yixian took out the herbs, sorted them, washed them, and picked out and crushed the parts he needed. First,
he placed the safflower and costus root into a beaker containing alcohol. A deep blue flame emerged from his palm, representing his innate spiritual power. The room
was filled with a cold aura as the blue flame continuously burned the beaker, while he constantly stirred it with spiritual power to prevent solidification. Finally, he cold-
extracted a small bottle of red liquid.
Zhou Yixian then lit the four fire pits, placed four reaction vessels on them, and waited for the vessels to heat up before
adding the materials in sequence. He stirred them occasionally using a special technique. After an hour, white flames emerged from his palms, splitting into four
streams. The temperature of the reaction vessels immediately rose, and a buzzing sound emanated from within. Zhou Yixian chanted incantations and formed hand seals.
Suddenly, two of the vessel lids opened, and a small bottle of red liquid poured out, floating in mid-air before splitting in two and falling into the reaction vessels.
The reaction vessels roared, emitting a red light and a fragrant aroma, indicating the pills were complete. Zhou Yixian quickly turned off the fire and stared at the other two reaction
vessels. After a while, they also roared, emitting a yellow light. The four batches of pills were finished. He examined them; they were mid-grade pills, four
hundred of each, enough for six months.
During the day, he learned magic from his teacher, and at night he meditated to recover his cultivation. Every week on his days off, he would return to Lanruo
's house to stay. Madam Lanruo was a good cook, and he often went to his junior sister's pickle shop to buy a big bag of various pickles for a treat.
Teacher Aken came from a poor background, as did his wife. The couple were used to being poor and had no interest in good food. They ate
the same few dishes every day without any change, which Zhou Yixian, a big foodie, found a bit unbearable, so he would run away on holidays.
This day, Zhou Yixian was helping his junior sister with her array homework. His junior sister, a little girl, had a very weak understanding of the tedious arrays.
Originally, Teacher Aken was giving her extra tutoring, but he quickly discovered that Zhou Yixian was a genius at arrays, learning quickly and able to apply what she learned to other situations
. So, he handed over the extra tutoring to his student and went off to earn money. Tutoring his junior sister was really hard work.
He had to explain a problem from different angles several times before she understood it. She would either eat a snack or play with the kitten after studying for a while
. Fortunately, Zhou Yixian, this ancient monster, had excellent patience and was never in a hurry.
"Senior brother, how come you learn so quickly? It's giving me a headache!" "Your skills aren't quite there yet. When the time comes, it will come naturally
." Zhou Yixian thought to himself, "I rely on my alchemy and weapon crafting skills to work in dozens of major sects. Would I lie
?" At this moment, Zuo Zhi, carrying Fuchai, knocked on the door and came in with a bruised and swollen face. These two had gotten into a fight with someone again.
After Zhou Yixian's successful alchemy last time, he continued his efforts and created healing pills such as Qingling Powder, Anti-poison Pill, and Huoluo Ointment. He even
made a five-fruit face mask for his junior sister to play with.
Fuchai was injured, and after trying the medicine, he found it much better than the other medicines they used.
So, whenever he got injured, he would come to Zhou Yixian. Because he recovered quickly, his sister shed far fewer tears. This time, Zuo Zhi was bruised and swollen again.
His injuries weren't serious; a little Huoluo Ointment would do the trick. Actually, he had taken more beatings than Fuchai, but being an earth elementalist, he was naturally more
resistant to blows. "Go back to sleep and you'll be fine. Let's go home together tomorrow," Zhou Yixian said.
The next day, the six of us went home together, joined by Kevin and Katie, a brother and sister. Katie was a fierce girl
with fiery red hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a burly, strong build. She was a fire-elemental apprentice, always quick and decisive, and always looked after her junior sister .
It seemed the junior sister didn't need protection; future space mages were quite popular, especially a pretty girl like her.
Zhou Yixian and his two companions returned home. George also stayed at Lanno's house, but he never mentioned his family's situation, and no one dared to ask.
Upon arriving home, they first offered candy to Lanno's children. Children always love snacks,
and they cheered and jumped for joy upon seeing Zhou Yixian, eagerly rummaging through their pockets. The lady would always check if her younger brother had any new injuries, and the mischievous boy would put on
a good boy's act. After dinner, the two young heroes would practice their martial arts in the courtyard, the boy drooling
and sucking his fingers as he watched his uncle show off his skills, while the girl ran around the house trying to release her excess energy
. Zhou Yixian flipped through a magic book, and Lanno sat beside him sewing.
Zhou Yixian, while reading, suddenly shook his head: "That kid Fuchai's learning is pretty mediocre."
Madam Lanruo said, "Yes! Schools can only teach ordinary techniques. It takes two or three years longer for them to develop battle qi. To learn advanced
techniques, you not only need money, but also luck." Zhou Yixian gently patted Lanruo's back: "Actually, I do
have a few methods, but I don't know if they'll work. I'm afraid I'll practice them incorrectly and waste time." "They'll definitely work. I can tell you
're no ordinary person, sir. The first time I saw you, you seemed very impressive."
"What? Very impressive?" Zhou Yixian took out a mirror and looked at himself. He saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth in the mirror
. Except for a pair of peach blossom eyes, his other features were quite ordinary. At this moment, Madam Lanruo's thigh intentionally or unintentionally
brushed against Zhou Yixian's thigh. Zhou Yixian inhaled, smelling a faint lavender scent, and glanced sideways at the young woman.
"Slender neck, snow-white neck," this 25-year-old mature beauty probably wants me to take her younger brother and two children away!
It's nothing, Zhou Yixian is a weakling in the cultivation world, considered bottom-tier among his peers. Since he can't win, he has
to work on unorthodox methods, accumulating a bunch of useful and useless skills. Rather than letting them rot in his belly, he'd rather teach them to the younger generation.
Thinking this, Zhou Yixian gently put his arm around her waist, and she didn't dodge but leaned closer.
The Fuchai brothers finally finished their training and entered the house. Zhou Yixian called them over and said, "Brothers, I've watched you practice these past few days
. Your techniques are too rubbish. You generally develop battle qi five years later than the top-tier techniques of aristocratic families. Although with hard work and talent,
you can reach the Sword Saint level in time, five years later brings many variables, doesn't it? Fame should be achieved early, hehe
." "I have a training method here, but it's not for developing battle qi. I think it can be used to supplement training.
It might be as fast as those top-tier techniques, or it might have no effect, actually delaying your progress by two years. Besides, I also...
" "There's a high-level sword technique with a metal attribute, but no earth attribute one. At least not for George right now."
Zhou Yixian's magic and martial arts school was a third-rate school, mainly catering to the children of minor nobles
, merchants, and landowners. The tuition was relatively cheap, and the teachers and teaching materials were weak. Of course, not everything was weak; its fire magic and fire-
based fighting spirit were quite strong, and it also had a space mage. Graduates mainly became mercenaries, and if they were lucky, they would be
recruited by powerful families or large merchant groups, where they could be further trained by powerful forces, receiving better techniques and training, and
advancing faster than others.
Fuchai thought for a moment and agreed, while George agreed without hesitation. Before going to sleep, Zhou Yixian quietly hooked the young
woman's finger. She hesitated for a moment, responded softly, and left. Zhou Yixian sat for a while, guessing she was asleep
, then got out of bed and slipped to the young woman's door. Seeing that the light in her room was still on, he gently pushed the door open; it wasn't bolted. There was a door.
Upon entering the room, the young woman sat on the bed facing the door. A brother and sister were already asleep. Seeing Zhou Yixian enter, a
blush rose to her cheeks, and she twisted her body to one side: "Sister, have you been missing me for a while?" "Go away, who missed you?
I didn't let you in." "Oh! Be gentle, don't wake the children."
Zhou Yixian kissed her neck upwards while undressing her. The young woman half-heartedly undressed, revealing her
breasts, still high and full despite having given birth to two children, with small, brown nipples standing erect. His large hands
vigorously kneaded these two fragrant mounds of flesh, which quickly hardened, and her snow-white skin turned pink
.
Zhou Yixian pushed her onto the bed, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs into a V-shape, exposing her beautiful, mysterious paradise.
Her pink vulva was already overflowing, her pubic hair thick and bushy. His lewd hands slid down her thighs to her vulva, his fingers
teasing her genitals, his little finger occasionally teasing her tightly closed anus.
Who would have thought that this wanton little woman couldn't hold back any longer, grabbing his arm and shaking it: "Good little brother, dear little brother,
hurry up and put it in! Put it in until your sister dies!" Zhou Yixian's body trembled, and his clothes immediately came off, revealing his well-proportioned
body. A powerful dragon spear was between his legs, the glans circling at the entrance of his vagina. The impatient woman grabbed it,
and the size of it startled her. She couldn't help but open her eyes to take a look, and then used her other hand to spread her labia majora and guide the dragon spear in.
Zhou Yixian thrust his dragon spear all the way in, feeling the moist, winding, narrow, and tight passage, clearly untouched for a long time
. A faint suction emanated from the tip of her vagina, making Zhou Yixian feel warm and comfortable.
He then began to thrust vigorously, quickly bringing the young woman's eyes back
to their heads. Each time she approached her climax, he slowed his pace and thrust shallowly a few times. To avoid crying out and waking the children, the young woman bit down hard on the pillowcase, her face flushed red, her head swaying left and right, her hands
gripping the sheets tightly. After over a hundred thrusts, she arched her back and released completely.
Zhou Yixian lay down beside her, taking advantage of her afterglow of orgasm to play with and tease her body. The mature young woman's
body was full and elastic, especially her slightly sagging buttocks, which swayed in
various shapes under his large hands. He wanted to slap them a few times, enjoying the rolling waves of flesh, but he was afraid of waking the children beside him.
They lay face to face, nibbling at each other's lips. He thrust in slowly, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, their breasts
rubbing against each other's chests. His penis slowly absorbed her vaginal fluids, his tongue parting her teeth, chasing her sweet tongue, while simultaneously releasing a
little of his own yang essence into her. Just as she was about to climax, he would slow down, pinching her buttocks
, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy before suddenly thrusting violently a dozen times, both reaching orgasm simultaneously.
Before she could recover from her climax, he flipped her over, embracing her waist from behind, and thrust into that enchanting
cave again, nibbling at her back while forcefully pumping, his lower abdomen slapping against her plump buttocks with a slapping sound. Her vaginal fluids were
drawn away in gushes. Finally, after a dozen or so thrusts, he let out a low growl, his semen, carrying a surge of yang energy, rushing into her uterus. The yang
energy instantly spread throughout her body, making her tremble with pleasure, her skin glowing like jade.
Zhou Yixian got out of bed, stretched contentedly, and saw dozens of teeth marks on the young woman's back, several
of which were bleeding. He grabbed a thin blanket and covered her with it, then slipped back to his room to rest for a while. He took a Marrow Cleansing Pill and meditated until
dawn. In the morning, the young woman got up as usual. Her fluffy hair framed a rosy face, making her look mature and charming.
However, she walked unsteadily and had to use her hands for support to keep her balance.

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