Weighing the Pros and Cons

The skinny constable chuckled, "Time's running out, little beauty. Hurry up and take it off. It'd be a shame if you died later."

Suddenly, a silver light flashed through the inn, chilling and blinding!

Li Xuanxiao held his long sword, its bloodline turning into droplets that rolled down.

Along with the blood droplets, the skinny constable's head also fell.

The chubby constable froze, completely unprepared for anyone to dare attack them.

Through her tear-blurred eyes, Li Mengyun saw that ordinary-looking figure suddenly charge forward.

It wasn't particularly cool.

It was nothing like the dashing, unparalleled hero described in novels.

But it was a feeling.

Even though they couldn't use magic here, their martial arts foundation remained.

Li Xuanxiao unleashed his strength with one arm, smashing the chubby constable's mouth full of teeth with a single punch.

You have to listen to what the constables say. If they don't speak, then you don't have to listen.

Just as the chubby constable was about to speak, his mouth gushed with blood, rendering him unable to utter a word.

Li Xuanxiao didn't give him a chance to react. He grabbed the chubby constable's head and slammed it into the floor, creating a crater in the wooden planks.

Holding his sword in one hand, Li Xuanxiao thrust it towards the other's neck.

With a dull thud, he brutally tore open the opponent's neck, spraying blood and flesh. Finally, Li Xuanxiao ripped off the entire head.

Scalding blood poured out, splattering all over Li Xuanxiao's face.

This was Li Mengyun's first time witnessing such a brutal scene.

She looked at Li Xuanxiao, strangely not feeling scared at all.

On the contrary, his ordinary face, now smeared with blood, appeared somewhat heroic and handsome in her eyes.

Li Xuanxiao turned his head, pointing the tip of his sword at Li Mengyun.

"Take off your clothes!"

Li Mengyun was stunned.

Li Xuanxiao slashed his sword.

The tip of the sword precisely carved arcs through the air.

Li Mengyun's upper garments immediately slid off.

Li Mengyun let out a startled cry.

Li Xuanxiao threw his own clothes to her, then ignored her and turned to take off the black clothes of the fallen constables.

[Rule Nine: There are no constables in the town]

[Rule Ten: People wearing black clothes are constables, and what constables say must be obeyed]

There were no constables in the town. As long as one wore black clothes, they could become a constable.

Everyone else had to obey what the constables said.

Therefore, the constables would naturally be killed. He wasn't invincible.

[Rule Twelve: Constables can freely enter and exit Luoshui Town, attracting more people to enter Luoshui Town. Once the number exceeds one thousand, an opportunity to leave Luoshui Town will be granted. Upon leaving, all memories of Luoshui Town will be lost.]

The moment Li Xuanxiao put on the black clothes, the additional Rule Twelve appeared before him.

It only applied to constables.

Freely enter and exit Luoshui Town?

Then, as long as he became a constable and left the town, wouldn't it be better to report the situation here to his sect?

However, Li Xuanxiao quickly dismissed the idea. If he followed the rules and left this place.

He would likely have to abide by the town's rules, meaning he couldn't reveal any information about the town to anyone.

Meticulous.

Li Xuanxiao put away the other set of black clothes, lest someone use them to kill him.

"..."

Outside Luoshui Town.

Liu Qiushui stared intently at Luoshui Town, or rather, she was staring at Li Xuanxiao within Luoshui Town.

Still alive?

Murong Mo was still alive and had inadvertently entered the restriction left by Elder Sikong.

Liu Qiushui never expected to encounter Li Xuanxiao, who was using the alias Murong Mo, here.

In Liu Qiushui's opinion, he should have already died at Di Nüfeng's hands.

Afterward, she had inquired about Shushan and confirmed that Murong Mo was dead.

Liu Qiushui felt a pang of sadness over this matter for a time.

There weren't many people like Liu Qiushui in the world.

That's why, when she encountered Li Xuanxiao again, Liu Qiushui had been hesitating whether to intervene and pull him out.

But soon, she dismissed the thought.

If she were to forcefully intervene and bring the person out of confinement.

She would be destroying the seal left by Elder Sikong.

With her own strength, if Elder Sikong's seal was broken, he would never be able to awaken.

Was she going to kill a powerful cultivator in the Body Integration Stage from the Asura Hall?

All for a Shushan disciple who had once saved her?

Liu Qiushui fell into hesitation.

This was reality.

Not some romance cultivation novel.

Nor was it a power fantasy cultivation novel.

As the leader of the Demonic Cult, Liu Qiushui might occasionally grow weary of her current life.

Or perhaps it was because, at a certain moment, she felt a degree of interest in Li Xuanxiao, a young man who, in a certain sense, had saved her.

But that was all.

Liu Qiushui could choose to save Li Xuanxiao, bestow treasures upon him, grant him status...

Of course, that would be if it carried no burden for Liu Qiushui.

It would be like how humans often give snacks to their beloved pets.

That was the feeling.

But when it truly came down to paying a price, and that price would harm Liu Qiushui.

Then Liu Qiushui had to consider it.

The weight of a Body Integration Stage cultivator compared to Li Xuanxiao.

Liu Qiushui could naturally choose to save Li Xuanxiao for her own amusement.

But the Asura Hall wasn't hers.

Forcefully intervening with the seal would be tantamount to killing Elder Sikong.

Then how would she explain it to the other high-ranking members?

Just to save a Shushan disciple...

It wasn't worth it.

After a brief period of consideration and weighing the pros and cons, Liu Qiushui made her choice.

"I will act as if you are already dead, and then I will compensate your family,"

Liu Qiushui said in her heart.

"This person seems to have already grasped a loophole in the rules left by Elder Sikong. There shouldn't be any accidents, right?"

A disciple from the Heavenly Fiend Hall, seeing Li Xuanxiao had already put on the constable's black uniform, couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"What's there to worry about? Elder Sikong is a powerful cultivator in the Body Integration Stage."

Liu Qiushui raised her eyebrows slightly. This possibility... seemed too low.

"..."

In Luoshui Town, within the Mountain God Temple.

Rule Seven: The Mountain God Temple is safe.

Rule Eight: There will be dangerous evil beasts in the Mountain God Temple.

Li Xuanxiao held a candle and walked alone into the Mountain God Temple in the darkness.

The Mountain God Temple didn't look large from the outside, but upon entering, it was discovered that the space inside was vast.

A colossal Azure Dragon coiled within, its massive body occupying nearly half the space of the entire temple.

Every scale shimmered with a cold light, exuding an ancient and powerful aura. Its sharp dragon teeth were like swords, sending shivers down one's spine, as if it could open its gaping maw and roar at any moment.

Standing before this Azure Dragon, an unparalleled pressure washed over him, making it difficult to breathe.

This fear did not stem from physical threat, but from a reverence for unknown power deep within the soul.

The Azure Dragon looked at Li Xuanxiao mockingly.

Li Xuanxiao looked back at it.

Suddenly, the Azure Dragon opened its massive mouth and lunged to swallow Li Xuanxiao.

Li Xuanxiao's body did not move.

The Azure Dragon roared, and the candlelight extinguished.

[Rule Two: A candle must be present beside you at night, and the candle must not be extinguished.]

At this moment, the only candle beside Li Xuanxiao had gone out.

Yet, Li Xuanxiao remained motionless, letting the Azure Dragon roar before him, baring its fangs and claws.

The Mountain God Temple was safe.