Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 309 Take care of yourself!

Pei Xia stayed on Danxia Peak for five days.

Most of that time was spent in the outhouse.

Don't misunderstand, with Pei Xia's refined manners and exceptionally strong physique, a mere laxative wouldn't be able to harm his stomach.

However, his extensive experience in struggle told him that if someone gives you a laxative and you don't poop, then the next one might not be a laxative.

Surprisingly, he originally thought this was a trick to lure him away from the mountain, and that someone would sneak into the yard once he entered the outhouse.

But that didn't happen.

The person who poisoned him seems to have simply wanted him to defecate.

Damn it, what kind of lunatic did this?

Pei Xia sat in the outhouse, racking his brains, and finally came to the conclusion: it could only be Ding Jia!
After all, there are only two people on Yunhu Mountain who have a grudge against him. One is Xing Ye, but how could Xing Ye know that it was him who came?
Then the other one can only be Ding Jia.

I had heard many times before that this old man was extremely protective of his own, and it must be because I taught his disciple a lesson down the mountain that he held a grudge against me.

Ha, after all these years of cultivating Taoism, I haven't seen him achieve anything.

After counting down the days until she finished her toilet lesson, Pei Xia pulled up her pants and stepped out, ready to go for a stroll.

The visit wasn't a waste of time, because of the seven people who went to Liancheng Illusion, apart from the two from Yunhu Mountain, the others were arranged to stay on Danxia Peak. So if you're lucky, you can see some of them from time to time.

For example, Cheng Huoxiao from the Luoyan Sect. He arrived yesterday, and Pei Xia met him once in the evening.

This man was in his early thirties, had already established his own cultivation level, and possessed extremely profound spiritual power, probably not much different from the renowned Daoist Zong Heng of Yunhu Mountain.

Even if Pei Xia were to fight these two, the odds of victory would be hard to say. They are the kind of beings that should be avoided if possible.

Because of the mask, Pei Xia looked quite conspicuous, and both the disciples of Yunhu Mountain and the guests from outside looked at him with some strange eyes.

Today, I strolled around Danxia Peak twice and saw another visiting cultivator ascending the peak accompanied by an elder from the sect.

These people were basically accompanied by a sect's guest elder. Huang Bing had also said he would assign an elder to accompany them, but Pei Xia declined.

Just as they were about to head back home, they saw an elderly man with white hair walk out of the gate of another small courtyard.

The old man was dressed in a simple gray robe, but the bright silk lining was faintly visible at the hem, indicating that he was of high status.

Upon closer inspection of his face, Pei Xia's eyes, hidden beneath the mask, narrowed slightly.

Xingye.

Despite not having seen him for many years, Pei Xia still recognized him at a glance.

When Pei Xia left the Prime Minister's residence, he was twelve years old. The child had grown up and changed a lot. Many people did not know about him beforehand and could not recognize him by just looking at his face.

But Xing Ye is different. His appearance ten years ago is not much different from now. He is a cultivator who has broken through to the Transformation Realm, so his appearance is almost the same as before.

Xing Ye also noticed Pei Xia's gaze. He turned his head and looked over, noticing the mask on Pei Xia's face, especially the black jade eye piece used to block spiritual power. A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

But this was Yunhu Mountain after all, and it was normal for disciples from different sects to have different backgrounds when they went to Liancheng Illusion. He simply nodded slightly and didn't dwell on it.

This is the first time the imperial court has requested quotas to participate in the Liancheng Illusionary Realm, so it's fine to keep a low profile—Xing Ye still remembers clearly the incident where he was punished instead of targeting the Changjing Sect.

The old man walked out of the courtyard, then turned around and reached out his hand as if to carefully help the man.

What stepped out from behind the door was not a foot, but a shiny black cane.

A thin, pale-faced young man, leaning on a cane with his right hand, laboriously walked out from behind the door.

Pei Xia never expected that this was the person the imperial court had chosen to send to the Liancheng Illusionary Realm.
This person... does indeed have cultivation, but only at the Tongxuan realm, and this Tongxuan cultivation is quite ordinary, even his aura is obviously mixed and unstable, not like something he obtained through arduous cultivation.

It seems more like he came specifically for this purpose, forcing his growth to barely reach the threshold of entering the Liancheng Illusionary Realm. Judging by this young man's luxurious attire, could he really be the son of some high-ranking official?

Pei Xia glanced at it briefly, then looked away; if she continued to look, Xing Ye would easily notice.

Back in the courtyard, Pei Xia counted on her fingers again. In the past few days, she had met almost all the people from Xiao Chen Kingdom who were going to Liancheng Illusion. Since everyone had arrived, they should be setting off soon.

Fortunately, she had taken precautions in advance, and nothing bad happened during the past few days of waiting. As long as she could enter the Liancheng Fire Vein smoothly, Pei Xia had no intention of pursuing these miscellaneous matters.

It's like the laxative in the food. Oh dear, Ding Jia is such a powerful cultivator, but when he was dealing with you, he only fed you a little laxative. If you hadn't said we had a conflict, I would have thought the old man was just being affectionate.

Why bother!

Sure enough, a disciple came to inform them that evening that Pei Xia was to go to Xuanquan Peak the next day. As expected, it seemed that they were preparing to set off.

Later that evening, someone else brought food.

However, this time it wasn't the Taoist boy that Pei Xia was familiar with in the past, but a girl with a bun on her head and wearing a brand new Taoist robe.

When she brought in the dishes, she looked perfectly normal. But when she looked up and saw Pei Xia with her mask off, she suddenly froze and shrank back.

Pei Xia looked closely and exclaimed, "Oh, isn't this Sister Ya'er?"

The little girl bit her lip tightly, but still moved closer and said, "Honored guest, the food is here."

As soon as the food box was opened, Pei Xia wrinkled her nose and smelled it. Ah, the laxative smell was as fragrant as ever.

It's definitely not this girl who drugged her, and Pei Xia wouldn't be so petty as to hold a grudge against her.

Looking at the Yunhu Mountain Taoist robe she was wearing, he couldn't help but ask, "Where's your brother? Did you bring him back?"

If the riverboat were to sail north and they were to be returned to Qingjiang without food, that brat would surely die.

But Pei Xia knew that since they had already met at Yunhu Mountain, the man surnamed Liang would definitely send someone to stop them; at most, they would starve to death.

Ya'er nodded timidly: "We got it back."

"Oh, so now you must be Master Liang's top disciple, right? Ah, disciples of Yunhu Mountain, how enviable!"

That's what Pei Xia said, and the little girl didn't dare to agree.

In the past few days since she entered the sect, she has been cleaning up miscellaneous items on the mountain and often serving meals to distinguished guests. She already knew that even on Yunhu Mountain, disciples like her were not much different from ordinary people.

In comparison, Pei Xia, who is being treated as a distinguished guest, is probably the real big shot.

She could only stammer, "No, no, Uncle Liang... he went to complain to Master Ding that day, and then Master Ding put him in solitary confinement... he'll be locked up for half a year."

Pei Xia blinked.

Ding Jia didn't protect his own this time; instead, he punished his immoral disciple... We're not saying that Old Ding has to be a villain who protects his own, but since Ding Jia didn't do it this time, what about the laxative in my food?

"Ah...uh..." Pei Xia looked at her, "Then who are you?"

"Well, Master Ding thought I was well-behaved, so he made me Master Wang's disciple..."

"Where's your brother?"

The young girl's eyes were lowered, her gaze unfocused, revealing a hint of helplessness and distress: "Grandmaster Ding arranged for me to deliver vegetables down the mountain..."

Pei Xia was filled with respect. Ding Jia, you did a great job, Ding Jia!
With a click of her tongue, Pei Xia sighed, "Oh dear, it's all because of me. I even caused Master Liang to be locked up. I'm so ashamed!"

As he spoke, he picked up the lid of the food box, closed it again, and handed the box back to Daoist Ya'er: "Take this food to Daoist Liang to help him recover. Eat it while it's hot and make sure he takes good care of himself."

(End of this chapter)