Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 293 She will give up on her own
A shard of broken earthenware pot hit Pei Xia in the face.

The energy surged, and sparks flew amidst a dull thud.

Pei Xia didn't reply. He focused all his energy on his feet. He had to hold on to the ground firmly to avoid being knocked down by the violent airflow.

The gale that had raged for dozens of breaths finally subsided as the ground beneath their feet began to loosen.

The moment the wind stopped, my back was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Her face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again.

Pei Xia's hair was completely disheveled. He turned to look at Chen E, his mouth agape stiffly: "You mean, I've been carrying something like this with me all along?"

Chen E grabbed a handful of his greasy hair: "Uh, no."

Before Pei Xia could catch his breath, he continued, "The old man's cultivation is deeper than mine, so what he left behind might be even more powerful."

Pei Xia took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself down.

In that instant, he thought of many things.

The wine sac was given to him by Chen Fengcai. As long as he didn't drink the wine inside, nothing unusual ever happened. It's clear that although his generosity was terrifying, Chen Fengcai had taken all necessary precautions.

Then, Pei Xia thought of her cheap father.

Back then, by the lake in the backyard of the Prime Minister's residence, he had offered me a sip of turbid wine. Perhaps because it had been stored for a long time, the wine's flavor was not as strong as the wine in the wine sac, but it was definitely from the same source.

When Pei Xia first left the belly of the Sea God, she couldn't understand the connection between them.

But now it seems that whether it's Chen Fengcai's wine or Pei Xi's wine, they both contain the same thing.

heroic.

Pei Xi's appearance really doesn't seem like that of a high-level martial artist. Could it be that his magnanimity, like mine, was also due to someone else giving him wine?

In other words, it's possible that Chen Fengcai and Pei Xi... know each other?

Chen E noticed Pei Xia's stunned expression. He raised his hand and waved his sleeve, brushing away the dust and pottery shards that covered the grass in front of him: "Is he alright?"

He asked very casually.

Pei Xia snapped out of her daze and realized who he was asking.

After thinking about Chen Fengcai's life inside the fish's belly, he nodded without hesitation: "Senior Chen lived a peaceful and contented life."

Chen E frowned first: "I'm asking that old man, why are you talking about me?"

Pei Xia was also momentarily confused: "I was talking about Chen Fengcai, Senior Chen."

Chen E suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, he chuckled self-deprecatingly, "So the old man's surname is Chen, and he's even from the same clan as me..."

Chen E seemed to want to ask something more, but in the distance, there were shadowy figures of cultivators rushing towards them.

They were probably attracted by the commotion earlier.

Chen E didn't know who the person was. He patted his butt and turned around: "I hate seeing those people from the Changjing Sect the most. If they see me, they'll definitely try to drag me down, whether openly or secretly. I'm leaving now. Remember, don't tell anyone about me."

Chen E didn't possess that unfathomable demeanor, but his strength was undeniable. Since he said not to mention it, Pei Xia naturally wouldn't.

But then he thought about it again. He had been having a martial arts competition when he was dragged into a drinking contest. After several days of heavy drinking, his body was already feeling the strain. He had just been subjected to the pressure of the man's arrogance, and he was now seriously injured.

What if you run into Xia Xuan in the competition the day after tomorrow?
Sigh, nothing good ever comes of it.

Just as Pei Xia sighed, a palm-sized object flew in from behind her with a "whoosh".

Pei Xia took it subconsciously and saw that it was a small gourd that was completely black.

Chen E had vanished, but his voice drifted back: "Your wine gourd is too shabby, I'll give you one."

Pei Xia looked at the gourd in her hand, her lips twitched, and finally she let out a very impolite "tsk".

...Nobody knows what Pei Xia went to do.

Huang Bing questioned him several times, but Pei Xia only said that he was suffering from alcohol addiction.

Judging from the mysterious aura that soared into the sky in Linquan Town at the end, it could not possibly have been just drinking.

But Pei Xia wouldn't say, and Huang Bing couldn't force him.

Oh well, let's just say everyone has their own destiny.

But your luck is really bad. You have a martial arts competition the day after tomorrow, and you've ended up with all these injuries.

More importantly... do you know how much my Changjingmen has to pay for this drink?
When Pei Xia returned to her cave and mentioned the incident to Han Youzhi, Old Han raised her hand and flicked her forehead. She glared fiercely at Pei Xia and said, "Serves you right!"

Pei Xia rubbed her head, looking at her defiantly: "Could I really be suffering from an alcohol craving?"

Han Youzhi stood firm, perhaps out of anger, hands on her hips, her chest heaving: "Why can't you tell me first? What, Tian Shi is attacking?"

Pei Xia didn't want to go into details about Chen E's affairs with her.

I didn't mean to hide it, but when I thought about things related to Hao Qi, involving Chen Fengcai and Pei Xi, I felt it wasn't appropriate to involve other people.

He could only grumble and purse his lips: "With your meager cultivation level of Transformation Realm, you really think you can solve everything?"

Separated by a small table in the wooden house, the two men were exchanging glances as if they were about to explode with sparks.

Finally, Pear shouted from the middle, "Aren't you going to eat?!"

As usual, Pei Xia didn't say anything, so Han Youzhi didn't ask.

During the meal, she told Pei Xia about the people who had come to the cave in the past few days, Xia Xuan and Ji Shaofu.

Xia Xuan clearly knew something about Pei Xia's past. Han Youzhi was a little curious, but she restrained herself.

Only when Ji Shaofu was mentioned did she pause, her chopsticks pausing: "I know this is your private matter, but..."

She looked up at Pei Xia and said, "If you have no intention of doing this, you'd better make things clear to her as soon as possible."

As an observer, Han Youzhi could easily see that Pei Xia had no romantic feelings for Ji Shaofu.

Huang Bing arranged for Su Baozhai to go with Ji Shaofu. They couldn't just stand by and watch someone die in a robbery. Killing Chai Yun was also because the other party was petty and had the intention to kill him first.

But mistakes can lead to bigger problems, and Ji Shaofu is now getting deeper and deeper into trouble.

Han Youzhi felt that she understood it.

But Pei Xia actually understood it better than she did.

He had been eating voraciously to replenish his energy, but when Han Youzhi mentioned Ji Shaofu, he slowed down his eating: "What, do you know a lot about matters between men and women?"

Han Youzhi had never liked anyone before, but she wasn't afraid at all: "I've had a lot of people pursuing me, even if I haven't eaten them, I've seen them."

Before she went to the Palace of the God of War, she was seen by many as an ethereal fairy.

Pei Xia simply shook her head: "Don't worry, I have experience."

Refusal is wrong; not only is it hurtful, it can also easily breed resentment.

Pei Xia left home at the age of twelve, and amidst a thousand entanglements, she had her own solution: "She will give up on her own."

Han Youzhi couldn't grasp this level because her talent wasn't good enough.

She had not yet experienced how those who once admired her would look at her as if she were a monster, their eyes beginning to show hesitation, fear, and eventually despair.

Pei Xia had experienced this more than once.

So when he left, and Xu Shangxin, who remained at the Lingxiao Sword Sect, decided to become a disciple of the Dance Master, Xi told her that Xu Shangxin's decision was the right one.

In this world, spending every day together can be a false form of companionship.

(End of this chapter)