Yunqing Sect Disciple

Yunqing Sect Disciples

Huff, huff!

Qin Yang had no idea how far he had run. There was only one thought in his mind: get down the mountain first.

He headed east all the way, finally reaching the foot of the mountain at dusk. He was immensely relieved that he had not encountered any wild beasts along the way.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago!

"They shouldn't find me this quickly, right?"

Qin Yang briefly leaned against a large tree to rest.

He had sprinted for nearly two hours without stopping, his clothes soaked through with sweat.

And because he had no shoes on, the flesh on his feet had been ground to pulp, exposing white bone!

But he had no time to care about that now.

He had finally found an opportunity to temporarily escape that devil's den. Even if he died, he had to gather useful information before his death and prepare in advance for his next life!

So, after catching his breath twice, Qin Yang set off again.

At that very moment, his starving stomach let out a strange growl. He was so hungry his chest was practically stuck to his back.

After all, in that devil's den, Xuan Chengzi would never waste effort finding food to feed Medicinal Seeds like him.

Before long, they would be refined into pills anyway!

Over time, Qin Yang had become little more than skin and bones, his face sallow and body emaciated, without a trace of nourishment in his stomach.

"I can't stop!"

Qin Yang gritted his teeth and staggered onward.

About the time it took an incense stick to burn later, a cluster of buildings came into view.

There was a town ahead!

Tears immediately welled in Qin Yang's eyes.

It had not been easy. He had finally found a place with people. As long as he could find a way to stay alive, he could keep restarting according to this method afterward!

Without another thought, he clenched his teeth and hurried into town.

The town was called Xiabai Town. To Qin Yang's surprise, it was quite large.

It was now dusk, and every household was lighting fires to cook. The wafting fragrance made Qin Yang crave food so badly he wanted to lick the floor clean.

"Why does a mouthful of hot food smell this good for the first time?"

Qin Yang was ravenous, and as exhaustion washed over him from head to toe, he began to feel drowsy.

"Senior sister, this little beggar is rather pitiful. Let's give him a couple of buns?"

Two women and a man passed by on the roadside.

Seeing Qin Yang in such a miserable state, they were moved to pity.

A white-robed youth, graceful and refined, with only just shed his childishness, spoke as he took out three meat buns and held them out before Qin Yang.

"Th-thank you."

Warmth stirred in Qin Yang's heart.

There really were good people in this world.

His luck was not bad after all—he had actually run into some.

"No need to be polite. Eat slowly."

After saying that, the white-robed youth returned to his two senior sisters.

As Qin Yang wolfed down the food, he overheard the three talking as they walked away.

"Junior Brother Ye, you're just too kind. We've only just arrived in Xiabai Town, and we haven't even eaten ourselves, yet you gave our food to some little beggar by the roadside. I truly don't know what to say about you."

"Really, a little beggar like that could simply be left to fend for himself. There was no need to meddle so much."

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sisters. I understand. But we are disciples of the righteous path, after all. How could we stand by and watch someone die? Besides, this little beggar merely lacks food. He won't hinder the purpose of our trip."

"..."

Their voices gradually faded into the distance.

Qin Yang, who had been wolfing down the buns, listened as his mind began racing. It was as though he had grasped a lifeline.

"Disciples of the righteous path... could those three be immortal cultivators too?!"

Qin Yang immediately perked up, and the exhaustion in his body vanished without a trace.

This was a wonderful opportunity.

Since ancient times, righteousness and evil had never stood together. As disciples of the righteous path, if he told them what he had experienced, perhaps he could seek their help.

Even if they could not cure the poison of the Soul Locking Pill, they might still lend a hand and destroy that devil's den. There should be some chance!

With that thought, Qin Yang hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes.

"Three esteemed masters, please wait!"

Qin Yang hurried after them and finally caught up with the three.

"Why is it you again, little beggar?"

The two women and one man ahead turned around.

The two young women were peerlessly graceful, their bearing stunning, like celestial maidens descended from the heavens, each beautiful in her own way.

But when they saw Qin Yang, reeking from head to toe, the two women could not help frowning. They instinctively took two steps back, unwilling to get close.

They also cast reproachful looks at their junior brother, Ye Cheng.

If not for those meat buns, how would this foul-smelling little beggar have latched onto them?

They only wanted to send Qin Yang away as quickly as possible.

Ye Cheng, refined and elegant, was rather patient. Seeing Qin Yang catch up, he did not wait for him to speak before taking several copper coins from his waist.

"This is all the loose change I have on me. Take it."

"No, no, please listen to me."

Qin Yang refused the copper coins. "To be honest, I just escaped from an evil cultivator. Seeing how extraordinary the three of you are, you must be righteous disciples of the orthodox path. Please... help me."

What?!

There was an evil cultivator here?!

At those words, the two exceptionally beautiful young women went pale with fright. Even Ye Cheng's expression changed.

He scrutinized Qin Yang carefully, then stepped forward and pressed two fingers to his pulse. After testing him for a while, he indeed discovered something amiss.

"There is... indeed a trace of evil aura in your body. Did you truly just escape from an evil cultivators' den?!"

Ye Cheng's expression turned grave.

Qin Yang nodded and recounted, point by point, how he had been captured and everything that had happened afterward.

Naturally, he concealed the system on him.

After hearing it all, Ye Cheng and the other two were deeply shocked.

"Three young heroes, I do not ask you to rid me of the deadly poison in my body, but that evil cultivator is harming people. If you get the chance, please destroy him!"

Qin Yang spoke again.

By then, Ye Cheng had calmed down and reassured him, "Don't worry. We are disciples of the Yunqing Sect. We will not stand idly by."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was called aside.

"Senior Sister Zhou, Senior Sister Hu, this is a perfect opportunity."

"If we wipe out that evil cultivators' den and bring back their heads, it will be a great merit. We will surely receive no small reward!"

Ye Cheng said.

However, the woman surnamed Zhou furrowed her delicate brows and shook her head.

"Junior Brother, you are being too rash."

"Evil cultivators are not so easy to deal with. Their methods are cruel, and they will stop at nothing..."

"You have only heard him say that evil cultivators exist, yet you do not know how strong they truly are. Besides, what if this is merely a trap?"

The woman surnamed Zhou lowered her voice.

The girl surnamed Hu also felt that made some sense. "Then what does Senior Sister think we should do?"