Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 146 Embroidery Needle

The yellow-robed cultivator's body was like a deflated balloon, withered and curled up.

His pupils were dilated, and he looked up at the sky.

When the body dies, the Tao disappears.

Seeing his elder brother killed in just two moves, the long-faced cultivator was terrified. He used his twin flying blades to sever the intertwined branches and immediately activated several talismans in his hand.

With a swift movement, he attempted to flee towards the outside of the temple.

hiss--

Xiao He raised her head from the shadows, seemingly having finally found an opportunity.

A certain cyan-gold light rippled out, and a vast demonic power slowly condensed in her mouth.

Unmoored Boat and Lianli were placed in the box, and Song Yan's body was filled with sword energy, his sword pointing into the air.

A green snake hidden in the sleeve.

Sword energy surged wildly from the sleeves of the Taoist robe, flowing and darting like a green snake, blocking the way in front of the long-faced cultivator.

The man froze, caught between a rock and a hard place.

呷！
At that very moment, the ball of demonic energy that Xiao He had condensed in her mouth suddenly exploded, transforming into more than a dozen cyan leaf-shaped flying blades that attacked the long-faced cultivator from different angles.

Green leaves fluttered down, densely packed, like a torrential downpour on a cold river!
The long-faced cultivator tried to dodge to the side to escape, but there were simply too many Green Leaf Demon Blades, each one chasing after him and attacking rapidly.

One careless move and three Green Leaf Demon Blades slashed past.

The protective aura did not shatter immediately, but gradually melted away.

"Senior, forgive me..."

The long-faced cultivator begged for mercy at top speed, but it was still not fast enough to stop the flying leaves from piercing his body.

"……life."

When the first Green Leaf Demon Blade pierced his body, he began to feel dizzy and disoriented.

The flying leaves were like Song Yan's sword energy, disappearing into it one by one.

Strangely, the azure demonic power did not dissipate; it remained densely packed on his body.

Xiao He uttered a human-like sound: "Bang!"

At the same time, the long-faced cultivator watched helplessly as the green leaves on his body gradually swelled.

Then it exploded with a bang.

A thunderclap suddenly erupted from the ground, and it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Looking at the long-faced cultivator's miserable state, Song Yan couldn't help but think to himself, "How could Xiao He's methods of killing be so cruel..."

Hiding behind the incense burner in the corner, Ju Luyi stared blankly at the three people... the corpses of the two and a cloud of blood and flesh.

Immediately, an indescribable feeling of dizziness surged up, causing him to lose his balance, kneel on the ground, and dry heave.

"Uh cough cough..."

Song Yan snapped out of her daze and glanced at her.

"You may rest for a while. I need to find a place to bury these people one by one."

"Yes Yes."

Xiao He collected all three of their Qiankun bags.

With a flick of his finger, he flicked out three flames, burning their corpses to ashes.

He then collected the bodies of all the disciples of Nanshan Temple, took them to the back of the mountain, found a quiet place, and gave them a proper burial.

He also erected a cenotaph for Abbot Lu.

It's a small token of my appreciation.

To be honest, I wasn't very familiar with him.

Given Lu Yuan's peak Qi Refining cultivation, if he perished outside, the person who killed him must have been at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Song Yan had no obligation to get to the bottom of things for him.

“Master Lu, perhaps you don’t remember who I am, but that doesn’t matter.”

He lit an incense stick and placed it in front of Lu Yuan's cenotaph.

"Now that you are dead and your teachings have vanished, and the Nanshan Temple has been destroyed, I'm sure your spirit in heaven must be filled with pain and regret."

"I have avenged your disciples' blood feud and repaid the kindness of that cup of spiritual tea from back then. I think that is more than enough."

After speaking, he bowed three times slightly to the cenotaph.

Ju Luyi stood not far behind, watching quietly.

"It's over, let's go."

With a wave of his sleeve, Song Yan led Xiao Ju down the mountain.

Xiao He peeked around on the ground, and from the very beginning, she smelled a strange odor.

It smelled like a corpse, but it was extremely unique.

"Um……"

"Xiao He! What are you doing?"

In the distance, Song Yan called out to her.

So she didn't linger and wandered away.

"...What kind of ritual object was the keepsake your mother gave you?"

"It's an embroidery needle!"

He casually erased the marks left by the three people on the Qiankun bag and probed into it with his divine sense.

A needle was found in the short, stout monk's bag; it didn't look like his own.

"Is this it?"

A small needle hung in Song Yan's palm, its head and tail golden, and its middle whitish.

The tail has some intricate carvings, which are extremely delicate.

"Yes, that's it."

Ju Luyi looked at the slowly floating embroidery needle with great joy and was about to reach out to pick it up, but suddenly seemed to remember something and withdrew her hand.

"Senior Song, I... I have nothing to give you."

Xiao Ju lowered her head.

Already poor, she spent all her money to hold a proper funeral for her mother, and now she is penniless and destitute.

The spirit stones given by Abbot Lu were not enough to make up for his inexhaustible debt.

"Take it..."

Song Yan sighed inwardly and handed the embroidery needle to her.

Xiao Ju looked up, her expression somewhat confused: "Senior Song, what do you want?"

In this world, apart from a mother, there is absolutely no kindness without reason.

Senior Song retrieved the embroidery needle for himself; he must have wanted to obtain something.

He was ugly and possessed an ominous appearance, so it was certainly not because of his own beauty.

This embroidery needle was the most precious thing she owned...

Song Yan wanted to say that it was just a small favor.

But seeing the girl's conflicted expression, I felt a little pity for her.

"Of course, I'm not giving it back to you for nothing."

He said, "You have to sew me a Taoist robe."

"Taoist robe..."

Xiao Ju raised her head, and her eyes became much clearer.

“That’s right. I’ve just been promoted to inner sect and need a custom-made Daoist robe.”

He took out an ordinary-looking Shijian Peak Taoist robe from his Qiankun bag, gently placed an embroidery needle on it, and then handed it to the girl without saying a word.

"Bring spirit-gathering array patterns; the rest is up to you."

Song Yan had this idea all along, and now that there was an opportunity, he might as well not look for anyone else.

The spirit-gathering array pattern sewn into the Taoist robe can slightly improve the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy.

Although the savings may seem small, over time they add up to a considerable amount of time and energy.

"well."

"I will provide you with the materials for the Spirit Gathering Array, but you'll have to figure out the rest yourself."

"Can it be done?"

Xiao Ju looked into his eyes and nodded vigorously: "Mhm."

"Of course!"

She didn't even need to search for the materials for the Spirit Gathering Array Pattern; she already had plenty of materials for the Dust Repelling Array Pattern and the Water Repelling Array Pattern.

No problem at all.

"This time it will only take seven days, no... five days, five days will be enough!"

She patted her chest to assure him.

"it is good."

Song Yan nodded: "I still need to find a spiritual medicine. Are you coming with me, or will you return to the sect on your own?"

Ju Luyi was not a disciple of the Dongyuan Sect; she was merely a rogue cultivator living near Lingyuanze Market.

"..."

Ju Luyi originally wanted to say that she wouldn't trouble Senior Song, but she changed her mind before she could finish her sentence.

"Senior Song, what kind of miraculous medicine are you looking for?"

She chuckled self-deprecatingly, a little embarrassed: "I've gotten lost in this area countless times, so I might have seen this before."

"Yes, it's a herb called Seven-Leaf Yanghuang."

Xiao Ju knew nothing about herbs, so Song Yan showed her what the Seven-Leaf Yanghuang looked like.

"Ah..." Xiao Ju exclaimed in surprise, "Then I think I really have seen it before."

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