There Was Actually Such a Good Thing?

Pei Ling wished they could talk a little longer and hurriedly said, "I'd like to hear the details."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wu Tingxi broke into another fit of coughing. Using the motion of wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, he swallowed a pill and continued calmly, "Wu's Master was an Outer Sect elder of the Chongming Sect, a Core Formation Realm Cultivator. He had originally lived freely and comfortably in the Chongming Sect's Outer Sect. But Master's Dao Heart was steadfast, and he intended to break through into the Nascent Soul Realm. Not long ago, by a fortunate coincidence, Master obtained a superior cultivation method and planned to switch to it... Originally, this should have been a good thing."

At this point, his expression darkened. "Who would have thought that Third Disciple Lu Xuan, whom Master had taken in, was a secret agent planted by an enemy? While Master was weakened from switching cultivation methods, he secretly leaked the news. As a result, Master was ambushed at his secluded cultivation site and died on the Dao on the spot."

What happened next followed naturally. The Chongming Sect had always believed in the law of the jungle.

If Elder Luo had still been alive and had successfully switched cultivation methods, then everyone in his lineage would naturally have rejoiced. But he had died, while the disciples under him had yet to mature. They simply lacked the strength to preserve the interests of his lineage. Thus, the other Outer Sect elders of the Chongming Sect, and even Inner Disciples like Zheng Jingshan, swarmed forward to carve up his resources.

Wu Tingxi had been Elder Luo's most recently accepted disciple and was also the weakest. He had not even known that his master was in seclusion. Only after Elder Luo's death, when all sides made their move, had he fled in panic under the lead of his Senior Brother.

And because he was the weakest, no one had paid attention to him. In the end, he had actually survived the longest.

"I never expected the Chongming Sect, which calls itself a Sacred Sect, to be so filthy in private." Pei Ling spoke with righteous indignation. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wu, for telling me. I originally had some admiration for the Chongming Sect, but now it seems no different from a tiger's den and wolf's nest! To treat one of their own elders this way is truly contemptible."

He meant every word. After all, even an Outer Sect elder of the Chongming Sect had lived such a precarious life, never knowing whether he would see tomorrow. A demonic sect was indeed a demonic sect—this damned place was far too unfriendly to a Person of the Dogged Dao!

All he wanted now was to flee far away at once.

But before running, there was still something he needed to clarify. "By the way, Fellow Daoist, may I ask what is wrong with Zheng Jingshan's Bewitching Bone Rakshasa Painting?"

"Have you ever taken any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures before?" Wu Tingxi answered with a question. "Or is there something about your body that differs greatly from ordinary people?"

Pei Ling's thoughts stirred. "I was suppressed by my stepmother from childhood. Even if there had been Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, how could they possibly have fallen to me? As for my body differing from ordinary people... which aspect are you referring to, Fellow Daoist?"

Hearing this, Wu Tingxi felt that This Kid was most likely possessed of a special constitution. A flash of jealousy passed through his heart as he said blandly, "That is difficult to say. The workings of fate are wondrous, and all manner of special constitutions are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. Even the Chongming Sect's records may not be comprehensive. But judging by how you were born in such a remote borderland and driven into such straits that you dared steal Zheng Jingshan's belongings, yet still managed to cultivate supreme-grade Iron Bone, your constitution must be somewhat unusual. Otherwise, you could not have withstood the sucking of the Bewitching Bone Rakshasa Painting."

He explained, "Zheng Jingshan happened upon that painting in some ruins while carrying out a mission. It is said to be extremely bizarre; even Foundation Establishment Late Stage disciples have fallen for it. As for the specifics, Zheng Jingshan has kept them secret, and Wu does not know much either. But given your cultivation level, since you saw that painting in person, it must have remembered you and set its sights on you."

"Generally speaking, unless Zheng Jingshan takes the initiative to release you, once the Bewitching Bone Rakshasa Painting has remembered your aura, it will seek you out like a shadow following a body and suck away your essence, energy, and spirit... In any case, Wu has never heard of a Cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm surviving after being targeted by the Bewitching Bone Rakshasa Painting."

Seeing Pei Ling's gloomy expression, Wu Tingxi's thoughts turned, and he added, "No, there was one."

"He was also a Chongming Sect disciple. He fled tens of thousands of miles away in a short time and stayed outside for a full year or so before returning to the sect. By then, the Bewitching Bone Rakshasa Painting had long been unable to endure its hunger and had found another target, so it abandoned him."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wu." Pei Ling was only half-convinced by his words and was pondering them when he suddenly saw Wu Tingxi smile without smiling. "Kid, since both you and Wu must avoid Zheng Jingshan, how about making a deal with Wu?"

Pei Ling became wary, though his expression remained unchanged. "What deal does Fellow Daoist have in mind?"

"This is the cultivation method Wu's Master intended to switch to." Wu Tingxi took out a Jade Slip, waved it before him, and said, "It is also why the Chongming Sect has relentlessly pursued Wu, a mere Qi Refinement Cultivator. To be honest, Wu is now at the end of his wick. If you can help Wu escape Yuan Lao Mountain, Wu will let you copy this cultivation method. What do you say?"

"Ding-dong! An unfamiliar external cultivation method has been discovered. The system is recording it..."

Damn!

There was actually such a good thing?

Pei Ling was overjoyed. Afraid that once Wu Tingxi put it away, the system would be unable to record it, he hurriedly said, "So this is a Jade Slip. It's my first time seeing one. Fellow Daoist Wu, may I ask how Jade Slips like this are used?"

Wu Tingxi froze for a moment, and a flicker of awkwardness crossed his face. "Once you and Wu escape alive, Wu will naturally teach you. What, do you not trust Wu?"

"No, no, Fellow Daoist Wu misunderstands." Pei Ling racked his brains to stall for time. "It's just that I have never seen a Jade Slip before... Right, Fellow Daoist Wu, after we escape Yuan Lao Mountain, which direction do you think would be best to take? To be honest, I have never left Luquan City in all my life. If I need to flee tens of thousands of miles away, I truly have no idea where to go."

Seeing that he was not pursuing the matter of the Jade Slip, Wu Tingxi secretly sighed in relief. As he put the Jade Slip away, he casually said, "Head west first when the time comes... Wu will tell you then."

Watching his movements, Pei Ling was so anxious his heart seemed to be on fire. He was just about to find an excuse to make him put away the Jade Slip more slowly when the system chimed again.

"Ding-dong! Recording of the unfamiliar cultivation method complete. Please name it, Host!"

"Call it the Nameless Cultivation Method." Pei Ling had no mind to name anything right now and casually dismissed the system. He then said to Wu Tingxi, "Fine. I know Yuan Lao Mountain well, Fellow Daoist Wu, so rest assured. I will definitely get you out safely!"

Wu Tingxi smiled faintly and said weakly, "Then you had better hurry. Otherwise, if Zheng Jingshan arrives in person, things may become difficult. Oh, right. Wu's injuries are severe now, so I fear I must trouble you to lend me a hand."

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Wu." Pei Ling had recovered some strength. Struggling to rise slowly, he panted, "We are on the same side now. Fellow Daoist Wu's affairs are my affairs."

He stood up with solemn vows, stretched his limbs slightly, and felt that he would be fine for a short while. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran!

Wu Tingxi: "?!"

A mixture of ruthlessness and astonishment flashed across his face. He hurriedly dispersed the Five Poisons Finger he had been preparing, rose, and gave chase.

Pei Ling stumbled through the unfamiliar, dark passage, one foot high and one foot low, secretly praying that Wu Tingxi's injuries were worse than they appeared—or that he was simply too afraid of Zheng Jingshan to chase after him. But things went against his wishes. Before he had run far, hurried Footsteps sounded behind him.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, I'm going to find someone to save you! You're so badly injured, so it's better not to move!" His gaze flickered as he turned his head and shouted, then ran even faster.

Wu Tingxi sneered. "Does Wu look like a fool? What a fine kid—so young, yet already so despicable and vicious. No wonder you are a lackey of the Chongming Sect!"

Pei Ling said nothing more and simply ran with his head down.

But moments later, he discovered a problem: a fork in the road had appeared ahead!

At this critical moment, Pei Ling could not spare the time to think. He randomly chose a branch passage that seemed to have wind blowing through it and rushed inside. Yet not long after entering, he heard Wu Tingxi's sneer behind him.

He quickly understood why. The passage did not continue far before a mountain wall stood directly ahead!

The wind he had sensed earlier was blowing from several holes barely larger than fists.

This was a dead end!

Pei Ling's heart sank. He spun around swiftly and saw Wu Tingxi approaching with a teasing expression, green light flickering at his fingertips as he grinned viciously. "Run. Why aren't you running anymore?"

Before Pei Ling could answer, Wu Tingxi jabbed a finger toward his forehead!

Invest in the new book~ All kinds of support welcome~