Demon Traces

Snowflakes fluttered, and the master and disciple spent a quiet New Year's Eve.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Wang Xian made a wish.

When it got dark, he held the fireworks his master bought from down the mountain and watched the brilliant fireworks bloom on Kunlun Snow Mountain.

This was Wang Xian's happiest moment.

He forgot the Yin Cold Sword Qi Hundred Flowers Granny had inflicted on him.

He also forgot that the two women from the East Sea had gone to the Sword Sect on the north slope, and whether they would come to trouble his master in a few days.

Moved by the scene, the old Daoist smiled and said, "Next year, I'll let your senior sister stay at the Daoist temple for the New Year, and I'll buy more fireworks for you."

Wang Xian chuckled, "Master, don't worry. When spring comes, I'll go to the Sword Sect to find Martial Uncle and get the Spiritual Stones back for you."

The old Daoist was speechless for a moment upon hearing this.

After a while, after Wang Xian had lit another firework.

He then smiled faintly, "When autumn comes, I'll take you up the mountain to pick some Spiritual Medicine and sell it at the marketplace down the mountain."

Wang Xian replied, "Master, don't worry. From now on, my senior sister and I will earn money to support you!"

The old Daoist laughed heartily, "Good, I'll wait for that day."

Third Day of Lunar New Year, Si Shi.

The old Daoist recited Daoist scriptures in front of the Three Pure Ancestors, while Wang Xian practiced swordplay under the snow pine tree, cutting the snow in the wind.

Yi Jian Wu Hen, he swung his sword, gradually gaining a touch of elegant charm.

Before his master finished reciting the Daoist scripture, Wang Xian couldn't help but exclaim, "Master, the two women from the East Sea are here again!"

In his Spiritual Sense, the two women had a Beast Fur Coat on their shoulders, and they were still dozens of Zhang away from the mountain gate.

Wang Xian couldn't help but turn his head and yell, "Master, should I hide?"

Having been injured by the old woman from Hundred Flower Valley, Wang Xian had become more cautious.

He thought, If I can't afford to offend them, I can at least hide, right?

The old Daoist put down the Daoist scripture in his hand and smiled, "You don't need to pay attention to them, I'm here."

After speaking, he asked the two women outside the mountain gate, "Since you two have been to the Sword Sect, you shouldn't have returned to cause trouble for me again."

While muttering, he waved his hand and activated the Mountain Protection Formation, allowing the two women to enter gracefully.

Seeing that his master had let them in, Wang Xian couldn't be bothered to look at the two women who were treading through the snow.

Having experienced the malice of Hundred Flowers Granny, he had no further interest in the guests.

Dongfang Nishang's kindness to him from the Sword Sect was because she was his Martial Uncle, not an outsider.

The aroma of a pot of clear tea heralded the arrival of Nangong Feiyan and Nangong Zhilan.

"Daoist Brother, what's going on with that big pit?"

Nangong Maiyan frowned, pointing at the deep pit outside the main hall where the snow mud was gradually melting, "When I came last time, this place was still flat."

The old Daoist sighed, "That crazy woman from Hundred Flower Valley came looking for the divine sword but found nothing. Not only did she injure my disciple, but she also fought fiercely with me..."

Like Wang Xian, the old Daoist had never had any good relations with Hundred Flowers Granny.

"No wonder they still looked so unresolved when they came to the Sword Sect," Nangong Zhilan sighed and said slowly, "They have already left the Sword Sect and should not cause trouble again."

"Hundred Flowers Granny actually injured your little disciple?" Nangong Feiyan's face showed a hint of surprise, "She didn't say anything. How could she, a Recluse Master, attack a junior?"

"Would she have the nerve to say it?" The old Daoist coldly replied, "That strand of Yin Cold Qi is still inside my disciple, not completely cleared. Do you want to check again?"

Nangong Feiyan shook her head.

After a moment of contemplation, she said, "I came to see you for another matter."

"What matter?" The old Daoist was stunned, "Besides the matter of the divine sword, what else in my humble Daoist temple could be of interest to the world?"

As soon as these words were said, even Wang Xian, who was practicing swordplay under the snow pine tree, pricked up his ears.

After all, it wouldn't be long before he also went to the Sword Sect to take a look.

Even if he didn't participate in the competition, just to join in the fun, thinking about the gathering of Heavenly Pride would surely be lively.

Nangong Feiyan sighed softly, "It's because of Bai Youyue!"

Nangong Feiyan, who was originally somewhat pure and cold, with a face that was no less beautiful than Dongfang Nishang, became even colder when she spoke this name. Even her voice carried a hint of chill.

The old Daoist frowned upon hearing this, but he looked at Nangong Zhilan beside her.

Nangong Zhilan shook her head, "I haven't seen her. It was an elder from the Sword Sect who returned from down the mountain. He saw her silhouette from afar."

The old Daoist shook his head and said, "The Demon Abyss hasn't appeared in a long time. Why is she here at Kunlun at this time?"

"Could it be that she also saw that divine light last year and felt something, coming to Kunlun to search for the divine sword?"

Nangong Feiyan took a sip of tea and beckoned outside the hall.

"Young Daoist, come in. Let me help you check the Yin Cold Qi in your body!"

"Then come in!"

The old Daoist shouted to Wang Xian, who was listening intently, "Martial Uncle from the East Sea is not that vicious woman from Hundred Flower Valley. Don't be afraid."

"Oh!"

Hearing his master's words, Wang Xian put away his wooden sword and stepped into the main hall.

After Nangong Feiyan held Wang Xian's small hand and looked at it again and again, a cold frost gradually appeared on her face.

She said coldly, "Junior Sister, I didn't expect Hundred Flowers Granny to be so venomous..."

"Ah?"

Nangong Zhilan was also stunned upon hearing this, "What is her identity? Why would she attack a child?"

Speaking of this, Nangong Feiyan suddenly stopped.

The old Daoist, having heard only half of it, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Nangong Feiyan's face showed embarrassment, and she said with a bitter smile, "Within this chilling intent from Hundred Flowers Granny, there's actually a trace of Cold Poison. I... I don't seem to have any solution..."

The old Daoist was speechless.

Wang Xian, however, was disdainful and shook his head, "It's fine. Master said I can slowly refine this trace of Cold Poison."

The old Daoist coughed dryly and said, "My disciple is thick-skinned and lucky. If we offend the East Sea in the future, please forgive us."

Nangong Feiyan let go of Wang Xian's small hand and sighed.

She said, "This is Yin Cold Poison. You can cultivate the Yang Heart Method to slowly expel it."

The old Daoist seemed to be in thought upon hearing this and nodded.

He then brought up the previous matter and asked, "My Junior Sister knows that woman appeared at Kunlun?"

Nangong Feiyan nodded and replied, "The Demonic Cult Evildoer has shown traces at Kunlun, but Dongfang Junior Sister doesn't seem to care. It seems her sole focus is on cultivation."

Nangong Zhilan said coldly, "That's not necessarily true. If a Kunlun disciple or elder were in trouble, she probably wouldn't be able to stand by and do nothing, would she?"

Seeing that his master was discussing serious matters and he couldn't help, Wang Xian yawned.

He asked, "Master, are the two seniors staying overnight? I'll go dig up some winter bamboo shoots!"

"Two seniors?"

The old Daoist smiled slightly and said, "I don't have the divine sword in my hand, otherwise, the woman from Hundred Flower Valley wouldn't have gone mad."

Nangong Feiyan thought for a moment and replied, "Then we'll trouble you for another two days."

Hearing this, Wang Xian immediately flashed out of the main hall and headed towards the back mountain.

Wang Xian strolled through the mountains, carrying a small hoe.

He wondered if the master from the East Sea, like his Martial Uncle, would give him a surprise.

Just as he was about to drill into the bamboo forest...

Without any precedent, a big hand patted his shoulder from behind.

A deep, muffled voice shouted, "Kid, who are you?"