The Game with Fairies

Chapter 13

The cold moonlight scattered over the General’s mansion in Loushan City.

At this moment, there was chaos inside the courtyard of the General’s mansion.

The women screamed in terror, and the soldiers hurried forward, while General Wu shouted orders…

The scene was almost a complete mess.

Fortunately, as the demonic cultivator was captured, the situation was brought under control.

When the chaos-causing demonic cultivator in Loushan City was subdued, everyone present let out a cheer.

Even Fairy Liuli, with her usually cool gaze and indifferent demeanor, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing the demonic cultivator in chains.

With this demonic cultivator captured, there was no longer a need to worry about the Demon-Suppressing Master from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau coming to Loushan City to wreak havoc.

The city of Loushan, which was on the brink of destruction, was finally safe, and all its citizens were spared from disaster.

Thinking of this, Fairy Liuli looked up at the figure standing nearby.

The man was dressed in the dark uniform of a constable, and by rank and status, he was the lowest in the courtyard that day.

However, it was thanks to him that they had overcome the dangers along the way.

Without the help of this nameless constable, she might not have even made it into Loushan City and could have died in that inn outside the city.

As Fairy Liuli thought this, the man in the dark constable uniform happened to turn around.

His chiseled profile was slightly blurred in the candlelight as if veiled by a thin mist.

Their eyes met, and the man gave a slight smile and nodded to Fairy Liuli.

It was a simple gesture of greeting, but Fairy Liuli felt a sudden surge of emotion in her chest for some reason.

She instinctively looked away.

Fortunately, everyone’s attention was on the captured demonic cultivator, and no one noticed Fairy Liuli’s lapse in composure.

After handing the demonic cultivator over to the soldiers present, the man crossed through the cheering crowd and came smiling to Fairy Liuli.

“The matter here is resolved, so I must take my leave now.”

Hearing the man’s farewell, Fairy Liuli was slightly taken aback.

She was a bit surprised, “Lord Wuming, aren’t you staying?”

The man’s smile was bright, “No, I have official duties to attend to. I’ll leave the rest to you, Fairy Liuli.”

Without waiting for a response, the man in the constable uniform turned and walked away, heading straight for the courtyard exit.

With one step, he seemed to shrink the ground beneath him, appearing several meters away in the blink of an eye, and quickly left the courtyard.

Once outside the gate, away from everyone’s gaze, the man’s figure vanished under the moonlight, dissipating like a wisp of smoke.

Fairy Liuli and Zhao Erhu, who had come out to retain him, could only see an empty corridor, unable to find any trace of the man.

Zhao Erhu clad in armor scratched his head in bewilderment, “To leave so quickly… that constable has impressive skills. I didn’t expect the imperial court to have such capable people.” ?

Zhao Erhu was full of admiration.

In the midst of the turmoil, he had come close to death several times, and it was only thanks to the mysterious constable’s intervention that he had survived.

Therefore, although Zhao Erhu had no respect for the bigwigs in the imperial court and showed no favor towards the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, he had nothing but respect for this mysterious constable.

Zhao Erhu sighed, “Such impressive skills and almost prophetic danger intuition, yet only serve as a minor constable in the Imperial Astronomical Bureau… The court is indeed rotten to the core.”

“If such a talented and extraordinary person were in our Ever-Victorious Army, General Guo would definitely make good use of him!”

Zhao Erhu was filled with emotion.

Meanwhile, on the wind-swept corridor, Fairy Liuli in her green clothes stood silently beside him.

Under the moonlight, the fairy looked at the deserted corridor ahead, unable to find the man’s figure.

For some reason, she felt it might be a long time before they met again.

This sudden feeling was extremely abrupt, yet it caused her heart to flutter and ache a little.

Fairy Liuli’s eyes were slightly confused.

What’s happening to me?

The sword cultivators of the Mystic Sword Sect have always been aloof and detached, unaffected by worldly distractions, pursuing the supreme state of forgetting both self and object and becoming one with heaven and earth.

For Fairy Liuli, the continuous palpitations she felt tonight were a first.

She was somewhat bewildered.

Perhaps after returning to the mountain, she would need to consult with her master.

It could be that there was a deviation in her recent cultivation, which led to these inexplicable feelings of palpitations and loss…

……

Under the setting sun, within the Demon Refining Sect’s Outer Sect, Li Muyang was herding a group of black sheep that emitted a strong scent of blood through the streets.

On the cobblestone-paved streets, all the Outer Sect disciples scattered to avoid the approaching flock of sheep as if avoiding the plague.

Although the task of herding sheep in the Blood Mist Valley paid well, very few were willing to do it voluntarily. It was mostly assigned by the stewards on a rotational basis.

Li Muyang herded the black sheep through the streets and alleys, finally driving the flock into the pen before going to find the steward to hand over his identity token and spiritual tools.

The steward surnamed Wang was a cheerful and burly fat man.

His smiling appearance gave people a sense of friendliness, but among the Outer Sect’s stewards, this Steward Wang had the strongest hand.

Anyone who dared to provoke him almost never ended well.

However, the good news was that as long as you didn’t provoke him, Wang Pangzi was mostly easy to talk to most of the time.

After handing over his identity token and spiritual tools, Li Muyang returned to his thatched cottage in a pleasant mood.

The scent of cooking rice and stir-fried dishes wafted over from the neighboring courtyard. Guan Xiaoshun was already cooking.

After entering his house, Li Muyang first opened the old wooden cabinet to make sure that the two jin of spiritual rice in his large bowl hadn’t been stolen, and then he could relax.

Next came washing the rice and cooking it, all in one go.

Too lazy to stir-fry any dishes, he quickly cooked a pot of rice and served it directly into a wooden bucket, sitting on the threshold and holding the bucket to eat.

The high-grade spiritual rice produced soft, glutinous, and fragrant rice, which tasted much better than ordinary spiritual rice.

Moreover, once spiritual rice was ingested, it would rapidly transform into pure spiritual energy that infused the limbs and bones, flowing into the meridians and nourishing the body.

The cultivation of Li Muyang and his fellow Outer Sect disciples mainly relied on eating.

The spiritual rice eaten would transform into spiritual energy circulating within the body, gradually converting into true cultivation without the need for active practice.

—That was the idea, at least.

After finishing his meal, Li Muyang was washing the pot when a continuous stream of spiritual energy surged from his stomach.

Soon, he felt his entire body, all his limbs and bones, and all his meridians filled with spiritual energy.

The immense amount of spiritual energy even caused him some pain.

“What the hell… so much spiritual energy?”

Li Muyang immediately put down what he was doing and began to meditate on the hard wooden bed, trying to regulate the vigorous spiritual energy within his body.

Previously, after eating spiritual rice, he could only feel a little spiritual energy entering his body.

If the spiritual energy provided by the spiritual rice he ate before was like a trickle from a small pipe, then the spiritual energy from the high-grade spiritual rice was like a flood breaking through a dam.

Although he was mentally prepared for the potency of high-grade spiritual rice, this was still too much.

Li Muyang continuously regulated the surging spiritual energy within his body, feeling almost overwhelmed by the energy filling his limbs and bones, and he keenly understood the gap between ordinary people and the scions of great clans.

Those favored sons of heaven would gain an amount of spiritual energy from one meal of high-grade spiritual rice that would at least equal two months’ worth for an ordinary person!

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