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Xiao Ning'er landed on the ground, her Wind-Thunder Wings still in place, the lightning flickering a few times at the edges of the wings before dimming.

She glanced at Shen Fei and saw that he was standing there. Although his right arm was injured, he was fine, so she didn't run over to him immediately.

She turned around, picked up the Thunder Spear, and walked towards Mu Lin. Mu Lin was leaning against the wall. When he saw her coming, he mumbled something, but Xue Mozi mumbled something and couldn't hear it.

Xiao Ning'er didn't stop. She walked up to him, pointed the Thunder Spear at his chest, and thrust it down.

Lightning flashed from the tip of the spear, piercing his heart. Mu Lin's head tilted to the side, and he remained motionless.

Xiao Ning'er drew her Thunder Spear, the lightning on its tip dissipating. Without glancing at the corpse on the ground, she turned and quickly walked to Shen Fei's side, squatting down to examine his right arm.

Shen Fei raised his right arm to show her. The burns on the outside of his forearm were the most severe, with the skin and flesh rolled up. After the blisters broke, the flesh underneath was dark red, and blood was still slowly seeping out.

Xiao Ning'er took out Golden Wound Medicine and strips of cloth from the cloth bag at her waist, and deftly applied the medicine and wrapped the cloth around his wound. When the powder was sprinkled on, Shen Fei's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Ning'er kept her head down, her hands still moving, her voice low, carrying a hint of lingering fear and slight anger. "Don't use this method of exchanging injury for injury next time, it hurts me."

Shen Fei looked down at her wrapping the cloth around himself, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, his tone casual and nonchalant. "It's fast, efficient, and works quite well."

Xiao Ning'er paused in her actions, looked up and glared at him, then raised her free hand, bent her finger and tapped his forehead lightly, making a crisp "smack" sound.

She said sternly, "Use it less in the future, so you won't get hurt."

Shen Fei wasn't annoyed by the tap; instead, he chuckled softly, nodded, and agreed, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Xiao Ning'er then withdrew her hand and continued to wrap the cloth strips, tying a tight knot.

She took out a Healing Pill from her Space Ring and handed it to Shen Fei. Shen Fei took it with his left hand, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and swallowed it.

After the Elixir went down his throat, its effects spread, and the burning pain in his right arm slowly subsided. He moved his fingers; although they were still a little swollen, he could move them.

Seeing that he was alright, Xiao Ning'er stood up and walked to Mu Lin's body. She squatted down, took off the Space Ring on his finger, wiped the blood on her trouser leg, and pulled it open to take a look.

There wasn't much inside: a few bottles of basic Elixir, of average quality, not high-grade, and two dark red fruits with fine lines on their skin, within which light was slowly flowing.

She took out the two Spiritual Origin Fruit, held them in her palm, returned to Shen Fei's side, and handed them to him. Shen Fei took them with his left hand and put them into his Space Ring.

Xiao Ning'er sat down cross-legged next to him. The two of them didn't speak anymore, and each closed their eyes to circulate their cultivation techniques to recover the Spiritual Power consumed in the battle.

The stone chamber fell silent, save for the two people's breathing and the occasional dripping of water from the depths of the cave in the distance.

Shen Fei activated the Dark Prison Reincarnation Art, circulating Spiritual Power through his Meridians. Under the combined effects of the medicine and Spiritual Power, the wound on his right arm slowly healed, the blisters subsided, and new tender flesh gradually grew back from the burned skin.

The phantom of the Wind-Thunder Sky Sparrow Xiao Ning'er, and lightning slowly flowed through her Meridians, replenishing the Spiritual Power she had consumed.

An hour later, Shen Fei opened his eyes and moved his right arm. Although it was still a little sore, his movements were no longer affected. Xiao Ning'er also finished her practice, stood up, and dusted off the dust on her clothes.

The two packed up what they could take from the stone chamber. Although Mu Lin's crimson Long Sword was of good quality, Shen Fei wasn't used to using it, and it had the mark of the Spiritual Cultivation Family on its blade, so taking it out would easily cause trouble, so they didn't take it.

The two walked towards the cave entrance, one after the other.

The cave passage was just as it had been on the way in; in narrow places, one had to squeeze through sideways. Shen Fei in front, with Xiao Ning'er half a step behind, both of them treading lightly.

As Shen Fei reached the cave entrance, sunlight streamed in from the front. Just as he was about to step out, he suddenly stopped. There was a person standing outside the cave entrance.

The person approached from the side, walking at a moderate pace. He wore a light beige robe with loose hem and cuffs, and a three-finger-wide belt with a light green buckle around his waist. The collar and cuffs of his robe were trimmed with wide, dark gray borders, giving him a clean and neat appearance.

His hair was all combed up and tied into a bun on top of his head, revealing his smooth forehead and temples. His features were very well-proportioned, with a straight nose, slender eyebrows and eyes, thin lips, and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, carrying a leisurely smile.

As he walked toward the cave entrance, he raised both hands and patted his chest gently a few times. The patting was slow and the sound was clear and crisp, carrying clearly through the quiet valley.

He stopped about ten steps from the cave entrance, his gaze sweeping over Shen Fei and landing on Xiao Ning'er behind him before returning to Shen Fei. He smiled and said, "You have guts and methods."

Shen Fei stood motionless at the cave entrance. He couldn't fathom the person's cultivation level.

His Soul Force spread out, sweeping over the person twice, but he felt nothing. It was as if he were sweeping over a Stone; his senses slipped away as soon as they touched the other person's surface, and he couldn't detect anything.

There are only two possibilities in this situation: either the other party's cultivation level is so high that he can't fathom it at all, or the other party is carrying a magical artifact that conceals their cultivation level. Either way, it means that the person in front of him is extremely dangerous.

Shen Fei's back tensed slightly. His left hand hung at his side, his fingertips already silently resting on the hilt of his sword, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his palm.

He quickly assessed the situation in his mind: the fight with Mu Lin in the stone chamber had been quite a commotion; the shockwave from the Spiritual Power explosion had even cracked the stone walls. The fact that this person was able to reach the cave entrance without him noticing meant that he had been outside the valley for quite some time, watching him and Mu Lin fight the entire time without letting out a single trace of his presence.

Shen Fei's Black Gold Rank Five-Star Perception had a considerable coverage area once it was deployed. Even if his perception was compressed during battle, it shouldn't be so powerful that he couldn't detect a living person getting within ten steps. Yet this person managed to do it.

What made him even more uneasy was the man's relaxed posture. He was so relaxed that it didn't seem like he was facing two cultivators who had just come out of the stone chamber after killing people.

After clapping, he let his hands hang down at his sides, his shoulders relaxed, his feet not tucked in, and he stood casually, as if he had just passed by, watched a play, and then casually offered a compliment.