Fallen into a Pit

Xian Wu bent down and quietly told Lu Piao the method to reclaim his Soul Force.

Xian Wu spoke clearly, each syllable reaching Lu Piao's ears.

"I don't want it anymore, can't I just not want it? I'll give you that Soul Force!" Lu Piao quickly let go of Xian Wu's thigh, like a startled little bird hiding behind Du Ze. He huddled with his brothers, trembling like a sieve.

Since he could get his Soul Force back, why wouldn't he? Was Lu Piao out of his mind? Du Ze couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "Lu Piao, what exactly is the method? Tell us all."

"Ah!!!" Lu Piao suddenly screamed like a woman and angrily cursed, "Ask, why the hell are you asking? Since you're so curious, why don't you let Xian Wu absorb you once, and then you'll know?"

Du Ze turned around sullenly, somewhat flustered by the scolding.

"Big Brother, what's the method?" Zhu Jun Xiang asked.

Xian Wu grinned mischievously and beckoned to Zhu Jun Xiang, saying, "Want to know? Come here, I'll let you experience it personally~"

"N-no need, Big Brother." Xian Wu's smile was bone-chilling. Although Zhu Jun Xiang didn't know what the method was, he was sure it wasn't anything good. His Big Brother often didn't play by the rules.

Xian Wu snorted through his nose, "If you don't want to know, forget it. I'm going out for a bit, you guys can cultivate slowly."

The immediate priority was to obtain a Bronze Demonic Spirit to unlock his Soul Force limit.

Firstly, his current Soul Force limit was too low, only ninety-nine points.

Secondly, his physical body had been strengthened to its limit. Absorbing too much Soul Force would cause him to explode and die.

He currently had twenty-two points of Soul Force. Absorbing from Xiao Ning'er would bring him exactly one hundred points of Soul Force.

Even though it was only one more point, he would still explode.

Where could he find a Bronze Demonic Spirit?

A Bronze One Star Demonic Spirit alone was worth over ten thousand Demon Spirit Coins. Nie Li managed all the money, and there were only about ten thousand Demon Spirit Coins. If they spent it all, everyone would be begging for scraps.

Right, Xiao Ning'er was suspected of having the Extreme Cold Syndrome.

If he cured her illness, it shouldn't be too much to ask for a Bronze Demonic Spirit from her, right?

Her family was a wealthy and influential clan, very rich.

A common Bronze Demonic Spirit would be like a tiny speck of dust on a blade of grass to her family.

"Okay, it's a happy decision." Having made up his mind, Xian Wu left the library and headed for the Trial Grounds, planning to wait by the tree for a rabbit.

In the evening, the rosy clouds gradually faded.

At the entrance of the Trial Grounds, the lights were bright.

"Big Brother, what happened?" Xian Wu asked curiously, seeing the guard with white bandages wrapped around his head.

The guard, while checking Xian Wu's student ID, complained, "Sigh, don't even mention it. I don't know which idiot was digging holes everywhere in the Trial Grounds. I accidentally fell into one while on patrol."

"Fell into a hole?" Xian Wu twitched the corner of his mouth, it seemed like they were the ones who did it.

"I heard that Vice Dean Ye Sheng, who came to investigate the disappearance of the Horned Sheep during the day, almost fell into a hole too," another guard gossiped.

The injured guard kindly reminded him, "Although most of the pits have been filled now, the Trial Grounds are still full of holes. You little guy, be careful walking at night."

"Alright, you can go in! If you find any suspicious personnel digging holes, immediately sound the signal flare, and the academy personnel will arrive soon," another guard slowly pushed open the gate.

"Okay, Guard Brother, goodbye!" Whether it was guilt or something else, Xian Wu added an extra sentence.

"Mhm, goodbye!" The guard waved dismissively and slowly closed the gate.

"Whew..." Xian Wu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, they didn't know he dug the holes, otherwise... wouldn't he be captured and sliced open for research!

The sky hadn't completely darkened yet, so Xian Wu could easily spot the traps on the road.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he arrived at Xiao Ning'er's camp.

He skillfully lit a bonfire and began practicing Dragon Form Fist and Tiger Strike Palm while waiting for Xiao Ning'er to arrive.

The sun set completely, and night gently descended.

Xiao Ning'er appeared!

However, she was dirty, her hair was messy, and there were even a few leaves stuck in it. She looked like she had just crawled out of a pit.

Xian Wu awkwardly touched his nose. Had Xiao Ning'er fallen into one of the traps he dug?

"Classmate Xiao Ning'er, what's wrong? Why do you look like this?" Xian Wu scurried over, feigning concern.

"Brother Ning," as she was known, drew out her brand-new, gleaming Azure Moon Short Sword and pointed it at Xian Wu, cursing in a delicate voice, "Scram, get away from me!"

She wished she could stab the scoundrel in front of her to death.

Today had been truly unlucky for her.

She had been taken advantage of by this scoundrel during the day, and then at night, her feet slipped, and she fell into a deep pit. Who had she offended?

She was so angry she was about to lose her mind.

"Don't make a move, let's talk properly," Xian Wu said, raising his hands halfway to show he meant no harm. "I came today to make a deal with you." Xian Wu followed Xiao Ning'er to the bonfire.

"A deal? What kind of deal?" Xiao Ning'er took out a bronze mirror from her spatial ring and asked while picking leaves out of her hair.

She didn't know what Xian Wu was up to, so she decided to hear him out first.

Xian Wu cleared his throat, straightened his back, and asked with full confidence, "Are you sick?"

"Come here!" Xiao Ning'er's lips curved into a smile, her delicate jade fingers beckoning charmingly.

"What do you want?" Xian Wu swallowed, then leaned closer.

"I'll stab you to death with my sword!"

If Xian Wu hadn't dodged quickly, he would have had a transparent hole in his body.

"What are you doing~ Ouch~~" Xian Wu yelped in surprise.

Xiao Ning'er snapped, "You're the one who's sick! Your whole family is sick!! Are you deliberately trying to piss me off? Scram! If you don't scram, I'll throw a flying knife and kill you, believe it or not! @#￥##@￥@"

As if she had found an outlet, Xiao Ning'er vented all her unhappiness from the entire day.

Xian Wu was thoroughly berated, his mouth hanging open, unable to utter a word.

"Look here," Xian Wu suddenly pointed at his own face.

Xiao Ning'er's eyebrows shot up. "Look at what? I feel sick just looking at your face," she said with disgust.

For some reason, after scolding Xian Wu, she felt much better.

"Uh…" Xian Wu paused for a moment, then continued, "Do you think my face looks different from yesterday?"

"What's so… " Halfway through her sentence, Xiao Ning'er stopped. It seemed a little different, but she couldn't quite place it.

Xiao Ning'er narrowed her beautiful eyes, feeling a bit confused.

Xian Wu prompted, "The bruises on my face are gone." He moved closer to Xiao Ning'er, excitedly saying, "Look, they're gone, aren't they? They've disappeared, haven't they? I've become more handsome…" Xian Wu stopped midway as Xiao Ning'er's short sword forced him back.

"What does it matter to me if you have bruises or not!" Xiao Ning'er pouted, adding a piece of firewood to the bonfire.

Speaking of bruises, she had a couple on her body too, though they weren't on her face like Xian Wu's.