In the room, Pei Lianxue was lying on the bed while Ye Anping was meditating, cross-legged and with his back to her, keeping vigil.
Her brother's back wasn't wide—he was only fifteen after all—but it still gave her a complete sense of security. She was a little scared when she came here, but after what had happened before, she felt that what her brother said was true.
So, as long as she listened to him, the demonic cultivator, even if he had reached the _Core Formation_ stage, was nothing but a catfish on a sticky plate.
Although he used to be very strict with her, she always knew that he would never harm her. The fact that she lived from the age of three to the current age of fourteen was the best proof.
After a while, hit by drowsiness, Pei Lianxue closed her eyes and was ready to rest.However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the name ‘Xiyue’ suddenly popped up into her mind again.
Who was Xiyue?!
Where did she live?
How old was she?
What's her cultivation level?
Was she prettier?
Until dawn, Pei Lianxue couldn't sleep at all.When the rooster crowed, Ye Anping got up and was about to wake up Pei Lianxue, but when he went to the bedside, he saw that her eyes were bloodshot, looking like two big copper bells.
Thinking that she was still afraid of that demonic cultivator, he took her for a casual walk through **Wuxi Town** to let her relax.
He accompanied her to shop in the clothing store, bought some jewelry and trinkets, took her to the theater, and went fishing on the river bank.
The same went on for the next few days.
Aside from taking the time to go to the forest behind the town to prepare the setup for dealing with Wu You, the two spent most of the time as if on an autumn outing, wandering around the town.
Finally, the day arrived when the protagonist met Wu You.
...
On the mountain road outside **Wuxi Town**, a woman wearing a bamboo hat sat sideways on a horse, holding a flute rolled from lychee leaves.
The sound of the flute was so melodious and relaxing that the birds in the trees fell in beside the woman, accompanying her with their chirping.
Under the bamboo hat, a few silvery strands fluttered in the wind.
The woman's name was Feng Yu Die. When war broke out, her parents had no choice but to put the newborn in a basket to float down the river. Then, an old female cultivator picked her up and adopted her as her daughter.
About half a year ago, the old cultivator's life came to an end. As she left for eternity, she gave her a letter of recommendation, asking her to take it to the **_Black Star_** Sect and continue to practice there.
After playing a piece, Feng Yu Die threw away the leaves in her hands, covered her bamboo hat, and looked into the distance.
Then, she sighed impatiently and asked, "Hey, Xiao Tian, how long will it take us to get to the **_Black Star_** Sect?"
At this moment, there was no one else near her.
But after she asked this question, a small figure enveloped in golden light suddenly emerged from between her eyebrows. The figure was like a pocket-sized doll without legs and looked very cute.
It waved its small bean-like hand, and a map was suspended in front of Feng Yu Die.
"It's still early. We have at least five hundred miles to go. There should be a town up ahead where we can rest."
"So, there are still five hundred miles. We have been on the road for a month, right?" Feng Yu Die sighed softly. "I wonder if there are any beautiful female disciples in the **_Black Star_** Sect."
Xiao Tian glanced at her wordlessly and admonished, "Yu Die, you don't think about whether there are handsome male disciples, but you think about beautiful female disciples instead. What do you mean?"
Feng Yu Die grimaced and retorted, "Master has been telling me since I was a child to be wary of men. They are all bad."
"She told you to be careful with men, but she didn't tell you to find a woman."
"Okay, okay. Let's hurry and get to town soon. I want to eat roast chicken."
"You're really hopeless."
"Hyah!"
Feng Yu Die grabbed the reins, gently kicked the horse's belly, and galloped towards the small town ahead.
After a while, she passed the _Great Victory Gate_ and entered **Wuxi Town**.
It was dinnertime. The town was filled with the smell of roast duck and chicken, and the stalls on the street were full of people who ate noodles and drank tea.
Feng Yu Die led her little white horse to walk around and wanted to buy everything to satisfy her appetite, but unfortunately, she was short of money. Xiao Tian also reminded her to save money, so, in the end, she found a random inn and only ordered a roast chicken.
The inn was bustling with activity; the waiter with a towel on his shoulder was called everywhere, and the abacus in the innkeeper's hand was crackling.
She sat at a small table in the corner, waiting for the food to be served while observing the guests who came to eat there. She was surprised to see many cultivators among them.
"Xiao Tian, there are so many cultivators in this town."
"Not surprising. This place is not far from the **_Hundred Lotus_** Sect. Where there is a sect, there must be a lot of practitioners."
"**_Hundred Lotus_** Sect?" Feng Yu Die recalled for a moment and asked, "It's a small sect, right?"
"Yes, it is a small sect built only a hundred years ago, and the name of the Patriarch is Ye Ao, now at the _Core Formation_ stage. He has a son with good qualifications and dual spiritual roots, neither bad nor good."
Feng Yu Die propped up her cheeks and tilted her head, saying, "You really know everything, Xiao Tian."
Xiao Tian crossed his arms and raised her head. "Of course, since I am the original spirit of the **_Heavenly Dao Scroll_**! There is nothing in this world that I don't know."
"So, ah..." Feng Yu Die pursed her lips and smiled, then pointed to a girl at another table not far away and asked, " Xiao Tian, what's that girl's name?"
"..."
Xiao Tian raised her eyebrows and looked at the person Feng Yu Die was pointing at.
Sitting at that table were two cultivators: a man and a woman. The two did not look very old and were only fourteen or fifteen years old at first estimate.
The young man was in the third stage of _Qi Refining_, but the girl had already completed it. They must be siblings who were traveling.
That's all she could tell.
Xiao Tian replied in disdain, "How should I know what that person's name is?"
Feng Yu Die covered her mouth and snickered. "Xiao Tian, didn't you just say that there is nothing in the world you do not know?"
"Yeah, I know all the great things that happened in the past, but..." Xiao Tian flew around Feng Yu Die's head, crossed his arms, and argued. "Anyway, those two are just some small potatoes. Why would I even bother to know their names? Pfft!"
"Okay, okay." Feng Yu Die shrugged. "However, I think that girl is very beautiful, so I will ask her name."
With that, Feng Yu Die stood up directly, asked the waiter to deliver the roast chicken to the girl's table, and went there.
When she approached the table, she smiled and cupped her hands, saying, "Hello, guys, can I share the table with you?"
The girl at the table looked back at her, raised her eyebrow slightly, then turned to the smiling teenager and asked, "Brother?"
The person she called brother glanced at Feng Yu Die and nodded. "Alright."
Feng Yu Die smiled, took a stool to sit on, and asked, "My name is Feng Yu Die, and I am a casual cultivator. What should I call you?"
"Ye Anping, a disciple of the **_Hundred Lotus_** Sect." Ye Anping replied with a smile, then pointed to Pei Lianxue. "This is my younger sister, Pei Lianxue."
But as he said these words, Xiao Tian, who was hovering next to Feng Yu Die's head, frowned. For a moment, she felt that the man named Ye Anping glanced in its direction as if he could see her.
Since its birth, the only people who could see this spirit were those with **_Heavenly Dao _**attributes.
One was the former Holy Emperor.
The other person was Feng Yu Die.
Did she imagine things?
Xiao Tian pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then simply floated in front of Ye Anping and made some faces at him.
_He ignored me._
It seemed she really did imagine things.
Ye Anping didn't react to the grimaces at all. He just picked up the chopsticks while continuing to eat naturally, so Xiao Tian breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, how could a mediocre double spiritual root cultivator be able to see the spirit of the **_Heavenly Dao Scroll_**?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
