Xue Huai simply packed up a few clothes he liked.
This is a habit he has developed over the years, even his storage ring wasn’t filled up.
Xue Huai suddenly realized that during his ten years on the battlefield, he seemed to have taken care of himself carelessly. Before the age of sixteen, he didn’t drink water using the tea set outside, didn’t sleep on new bedding, and he didn’t spend the night outside. He just ate some snacks made at home every day, and he can’t sleep well without holding a baby phoenix velvet pillow in his arms.
It was too delicate before, and then it was too bitter. After weighing his options, Xue Huai decided to compromise and stuffed his daily personal items, such as tea sets, folding fans, and handkerchiefs. Then, he went out again and packed the Siren’s crab roe buns and crab meat cakes that could be eaten for a year, sealing them with magic and putting them in.
He also chose a good mount for himself. In his previous life, he used the nine-colored deer. In this life, he wants to change to something new.
He decided to carefully cultivate the gluttonous ghost, striving to turn it into a divine beast with multiple functions, such as eating garbage, cleaning, fighting, carrying people, and guarding the house.
He also thought about the Spiritual Roots he had majored in during his practice. His cultivation of the Water Spirit Root has reached the Yandan stage. Continuing to cultivate to the Jindan level and learning the Mind-Viewing Technique that allows him to peek into the details in his memory is undoubtedly his top priority. However, his grandfather, Murong Jinchuan, is not an ordinary person, he needs to go through many trials during his cultivation. If he reveals his true self, he will definitely not escape the elderly’s eyes.
Therefore, Xue Huai planned to claim to his grandfather that he was going to major in Wood Spirit Root because his Water Spirit Root was too Yin and it attracted unclean things.
The Wood Spirit Root will be all about healing techniques in the future.
Murong Jinchuan was heartbroken about his previous illness and surely had no objections. As for his grandmother, she herself is a witch with medical skills. As a member of the Fengyu tribe, she has always been worried that Xue Huai, like his mother, will die young due to the naturally weak constitution of the Fengyu tribe, so she has always wanted him to learn healing techniques.
What remains is just a weapon.
Those who learn healing techniques usually have little self-protection ability, at best, their spells could open a solid barrier. If someone breaks it, then it will be done. At this time, it is necessary to use a magical tool to convert spiritual power. One of the best weapons sold by their Xue family is the Spiritual Fire Gun, and most of them are sold to medicine and medical practitioners.
When Xue Huai thought of this, he immediately remembered the spiritual firearm he had tried at the Shenhua Terrace that day.
This weapon was created by the Fuli Palace’s Prince Bai Yi and has the effect of being on par with a thousand armies, but there are still many mysteries behind it. Xue Huai right now couldn’t use it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be able to use it in the future.
Moreover, in the future, he would have to face powerful forces that could hold the Xue and Murong families as hostages. In order to protect his family, he must first become stronger himself.
Xue Huai went to the Shenhua Terrace again and retrieved the firearm.
He met Yun Cuo there.
“You haven’t been here much lately, are you resting at home?” Yun Cuo still lowered his head and flipped through the inventory list in his hand. It’s as if the man does nothing all day but flip through this book here.
Xue Huai said, “Sort of, I came here to get something.”
He took out the spiritual firearm—a silver-white one, it is much thinner and lighter than the mortal’s firearm that was filled with gunpowder. It is very light, it looks more exquisite and gorgeous than deterrence.
He found a scabbard for inserting a blade on top of it, and it was obvious that the person who made it also intended to use it for both purposes.
At this moment, Yun Cuo had stood up. He stood at the door to look at him and whispered, “I asked people last time, and they said that the name of this magical tool is called ‘Yi’, and the craftsmanship is no longer traceable. Now that the Crown Prince of the Fuli Palace is cultivating in seclusion, no one can verify it. Xue Huai, don’t use it for fun, do you understand?”
Xue Huai answered：“En, okay.”
Yun Cuo said again, “If you really want to use it, then you can find me… or get someone else present to watch, either way.”
The latter half of the sentence was quickly skipped by him in a low voice, implying that he should still go find him.
Xue Huai said: “Okay.”
He was just trying to be polite and cautious, but Yun Cuo laughed when he heard it and looked into his eyes. “You’re being so obedient today, Xue Huai.”
Warmly and softly, and with some joy that anyone with eyes could see, for he had spoken to him kindly today.
With such a father-like tone again, before Xue Huai could have a fit of anger, Yun Cuo apologized to him again, “I’m sorry.”
Xue Huai thought for a moment and endured it.
He himself will leave in a few days, and he didn’t plan on telling him. In terms of friendship, Yun Cuo has saved his life and helped him solve many troubles. Even if he doesn’t say goodbye, it is still appropriate to let him know.
But he was really afraid of him.
Xue Huai set off the next morning. In order to prevent Xue Zong from rushing back to see him off, he ran away very fast. Angry, Xue Zong scolded him for being unfilial in the green bird’s letter.
Xue Huai jerked the gluttonous ghost’s bare head while listening to the letter, smiled, but did not defend himself. He knew that a brief separation could be exchanged for a more permanent peace and quiet. No one will believe him if he talks about his current situation, so he has to work hard on his own.
After arriving at the Murong Mountain Manor, he made some adjustments, and after that, he went to the Immortal Mountain under the guidance of Murong Jinchuan to worship his master.
The Murong family used to do material business, and they had all kinds of rare treasures in the Immortal Realm. Later, when they grew bigger, Murong Jinchuan’s move of the Rising Qin Sword Technique became famous all over the world. He began to systematically teach his disciples the art of swordsmanship, and in the end, Murong Mountain Manor grew bigger and bigger, occupying dozens of nearby Immortal Mountains and towns and also recruiting more cultivators and students. The Murong Immortal Sect also contracted the business of renting out the Immortal Mountain for people to cultivate and raise spiritual beasts, so the so-called family is big and full of peaches and plums, the Xue family can’t catch up in this aspect.
However, as he puts it all together now, the Murong family upholds literature, and the Xue family upholds martial arts. If the two families could unite through him, gaining a foothold in the future turmoil would not be difficult.
Murong Jinchuan is a swordsman and cannot teach him healing techniques, so he can only seek help from others.
His master’s name is Cai Yi, and she is a woman. She is also a rare medicinal cultivator who has risen from a mortal to an immortal. Her spiritual roots and cultivation are both excellent.
More importantly, Xue Huai remembered and recognized this lady as well.
In his previous life, he often came to Murong Mountain Manor to play when he was a child. One time, while playing, he scraped his skin, and it was Cai Yi who treated him. Later, he gave her a bouquet of flowers as a gesture of gratitude.
Afterwards, Cai Yi also asked him if he had any intention of becoming a medical practitioner, and Murong Mi thought it was feasible. However, this plan was ultimately shelved because Xue Huai did not come to the Immortal Mountain to practice.
After worshipping the master and finding a place to live, this is considered to be settling down.
There are not many people who learn healing techniques and medical theory, and most of them are girls. Xue Huai, a cold, calm, and beautiful young man, is very popular, but also because he has a too stable temperament—in fact, he has not yet adapted to the new environment, so he has not shown it. Most people are easily hesitant to approach him, and they are even cautious when talking to him.
A boy of the same age also heard about him and came over to see him, but couldn’t help but mutter, “He’s good-looking, but a big, great man like him should go to the battlefield to fight and kill, that’s a good capability. What kind of sissy is it to learn healing? Is there anyone who really likes him?”
The young girls took advantage of the gap between classes to sneak a peek, and Xue Huai was completely unaware. Even after class, she didn’t rush to leave, flipping through books in the empty classroom.
It’s like a quiet scene of painting, and those who peek outside can’t help but hold their breath.
The companion then went to poke him with his elbow and coughed a few times. “Who said no? Do you guys think he’s engaged? Does he have a Daoist partner ah?”
Xianzhou people are not shy about such things, after all, dual cultivation is the fastest way to progress a cultivation method. Teachers also turn a blind eye to dual cultivation among their peers.
“He has, it was an arranged marriage.”
At some point, a stranger appeared under the window. Extremely tall and broad in stature, the bystanders looked back and were again astonished—
A handsome young man in black had appeared here at some point.
A few girls had already noticed this side and exclaimed in small surprise.
The newly recruited disciples that the Immortal Mountain had taken this year are too good-looking!
Xue Huai is one, and the young man in black who hasn’t even gotten his martial arts uniform standing in the door in front of her is another. How come they all look so good?
Upon closer inspection, something was amiss: the person in front had a cold expression like an ice cube, silver hair, and dark eyes with a hint of crimson tint. His evilness and wild nature made people want to retreat three feet.
“What? With whom?”
“With me. Don’t hit on him,” the silver-haired youth said in a deep voice.
“No, you make it clear. Who are you? What’s your name? A disciple under which teacher?”
Yun Cuo gave the other person a cold glance. His gaze was heavy and intimidating as he swept past everyone present before turning around and leaving. His figure was like the wind, the previous moment he was still in front of them, but the next moment he had already walked more than ten zhang away. Looking again, and he had already disappeared into the wind.
Only a very small number of people heard the faint words floating in the wind: “Yun Cuo.”
After they heard it, they also couldn’t believe it. They just thought they had heard it wrong.
Just when Xue Huai heard the commotion, he finally noticed a large group of people gathering outside the window at some point. However, when he turned around, the people by the door had long disappeared and were all running away very fast.
Xue Huai. “?”
He pinched his face and asked in confusion. “Am I that scary?”
