Unreliable

As dusk fell, the red sun dipped below the mountains.

Xian Wu hummed a tune from his hometown, a toothpick in his mouth, dressed in a white robe, and walked out of the Alchemist Guild with a beaming face.

He had spent the entire afternoon with Yang Xin, and it had been incredibly satisfying.

Yang Xin wasn't a naive young girl; she knew what Xian Wu wanted.

However, they had only known each other for less than a day, and it was too soon to talk about marriage.

Furthermore, Xian Wu was too young, making him unsuitable for her.

Considering the important figure behind Xian Wu, Yang Xin didn't directly refuse him. She planned to string him along for now, draining his time and energy.

The young boy was experiencing his first love. In a couple of years, he might lose interest in her, an "old" woman.

If he were still pursuing her by then, she would grant his wish.

Yang Xin indirectly stated her requirements, telling Xian Wu to reach Gold Spirit Master before thinking about such frivolous matters.

Reach Gold Spirit Master?

For Xian Wu, it was incredibly simple. The thought of having the beauty in his arms in no time made his blood boil.

He wondered if their child would be a boy or a girl.

Passing through the gates of Sacred Orchid Academy, he entered the Trial Grounds and arrived at the rocky forest camp.

Before Xiao Ning'er arrived, Xian Wu gathered some firewood nearby.

He had burned all the firewood from both camps during his experiments last night.

Actually, he could have abandoned his deal with Xiao Ning'er.

Nie Li had given the Alchemist Guild several pill recipes, and the Alchemist Guild had given Nie Li a thirty percent profit share.

He only needed to wait a week, and he would have enough Demon Spirit Coins to buy a Bronze Demonic Spirit.

He was Nie Li's adopted son; asking his godfather for some pocket money wasn't too much, right?

Besides, Nie Li wasn't a stingy person; otherwise, he wouldn't have generously shared the supreme cultivation technique with everyone.

However, he didn't want to give up the deal.

It wasn't because he was reluctant to part with Xiao Ning'er, the feisty girl, but because he didn't want to go against the spirit of the contract.

The men of the Xian family were strong enough to let horses run on their arms and stand tall with their fists; they stood straight and never stooped. Even when lying down, they would leave a dent in the ground.

Despite his usual carefree and unfocused demeanor, he valued trust and integrity the most.

He would keep his promises to others, no matter the cost.

"This firewood should be enough," Xian Wu nodded, looking at the pile of firewood as high as a small mountain.

He started a bonfire, practiced the Two Forms Fist, and silently waited for Xiao Ning'er's arrival.

"I feel invincible right now," Xian Wu thought to himself.

In close combat, he had the "Demon Left Hand," which could decompose all things in the world.

For ranged attacks, he had the "Chaos Spirit Devouring Art," which could absorb any energy.

With these two treasures in hand, he was invincible among his peers.

The "Chaos Spirit Devouring Art" perfectly compensated for the flaws and shortcomings of the "Demon Left Hand." Thinking of this, Xian Wu felt even more grateful to Nie Li.

He hadn't recognized this godfather in vain.

Nie Li's relationship with him was like that of Yaolao and Xiao Yan in "Battle Through the Heavens."

He hoped this harmonious relationship would continue.

The moonlight was as cool as water, and a gentle evening breeze blew.

Xiao Ning'er walked with graceful steps, as enchanting as a fairy descended from the moon palace.

"Good evening, classmate Xiao Ning'er," Xian Wu said with a wide smile.

Xiao Ning'er crossed her arms and snorted, "You kept your word!"

"Did you bring the item?" Xian Wu asked, rubbing his thumb with a shrewd expression. He thought Xiao Ning'er only had a bruise on her ankle, which he could help her remove tonight.

Xiao Ning'er frowned slightly, glanced at Xian Wu with disdain, and took out a round, silvery-white ball from her spatial ring.

A Demonic Spirit Stone! Xian Wu recognized the ball clasped between Xiao Ning'er's fingers.

A normal Demonic Spirit Stone was colorless and transparent. After accommodating a Demonic Spirit, it would turn a solid color.

The color of Xiao Ning'er's ball, no, Xiao Ning'er's Demonic Spirit Stone, was silvery-white. Xian Wu guessed it was a Bronze Demonic Spirit of the Wind Snow element. The City of Brilliance was located within the Sacred Ancestor Mountain Range, and Wind Snow element Demonic Spirits were produced in large quantities.

Because of the large production, the Demonic Spirit in Xiao Ning'er's hand was not valuable.

Using a cheap piece of trash to fool him, how dare she.

Xiao Ning'er saw the disdain in Xian Wu's eyes and said angrily, "You scoundrel, look carefully!"

She walked over indignantly and held the Demonic Spirit Stone up to Xian Wu, saying resentfully, "This is the Demonic Spirit of the Wind Snow Demon Emperor."

The Wind Snow Demon Emperor was a overlord-level Demonic Beast in the Sacred Ancestor Mountain Range, at the apex of the food chain, skilled in controlling wind, frost, snow, and rain.

The reason the one in her hand was Bronze-grade was because it was the Demonic Spirit of a young Wind Snow Demon Emperor.

Even as a youngling, the Demonic Spirit of a Wind Snow Demon Emperor was worth millions of Demon Spirit Coins. Youngling Demonic Spirits could grow alongside their hosts!

She had spent all her accumulated pocket money over the years to get him one, and he was actually looking down on it. It truly broke her heart.

"So what? It's still just a Bronze-grade Demonic Spirit?" With a cross-eyed stare at the Demonic Spirit Stone that was almost touching the tip of his nose, Xian Wu reached out to take it.

He didn't know how precious the Demonic Spirit in Xiao Ning'er's hand was. He had never interacted with Demonic Spirits before and could only judge their value based on their rank.

Xiao Ning'er slapped Xian Wu's hand away and put the Demonic Spirit Stone into her spatial ring.

"You haven't cured my illness yet, so I can't give you this Demonic Spirit," Xiao Ning'er took a step back.

Xian Wu shrugged. "Whatever. Let's start the treatment quickly, I'm in a hurry to get back to the dorm to sleep. Take off your shoes, hurry up, chop chop!" He wanted to end this transaction quickly and didn't want to keep groveling.

"Why the rush? I'm not ready yet!" Xiao Ning'er's delicate face flushed.

Even though she had been treated once already, the thought of Xian Wu holding her little feet still made her a little shy.

However, her shyness didn't last long.

Xian Wu showed no tenderness, roughly and brutally clearing away the bruises on Xiao Ning'er's instep.

"Done! I've finished treating you, now give me the Demonic Spirit Stone, and we'll be even." Xian Wu disdainfully pushed away Xiao Ning'er's delicate foot and extended his large, fan-like hand towards her.

Xiao Ning'er propped herself up with both hands, exuding a seductive posture as if she were a delicate flower ravaged by a storm.

Seeing Xiao Ning'er biting her red lips and closing her eyes, remaining silent for a long time, Xian Wu grew angry.

"Hey, stop playing dead and give me the money! Are you trying to renege on the deal?"

Xiao Ning'er suddenly opened her fiery bright eyes and retorted, "What's the rush! You haven't finished treating my illness yet!"

"Nonsense!" Xian Wu grabbed Xiao Ning'er's ankle and lifted it in front of her. "Look for yourself, the bruises are gone. I've finished treating your illness! Don't try to welch on the deal, we have a written agreement, you need to keep your word."

Weakened by Xian Wu's treatment, Xiao Ning'er couldn't break free and could only let him manhandle her.

"Let go of me, you scoundrel!"

"Give me the Demonic Spirit Stone, and I'll let go."

"I can't give it to you! I still have another bruise that you haven't treated!"

"Another one? Where?"

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