I picked up the scattered attributes

The two forces collided violently, and the overwhelming force of the recoil swept over them. Feng Xia used this force to run back the way he came without looking back!

"Young lady, let's run! We can't afford to mess with her!"

A strand of white silk spun from the girl's waist and wrapped around Feng Xia's body. She was as light as a feather, like a delicate and capricious kite, and was carried away by Feng Xia.

"Ah Xia! Slow down a bit, the shaking is a little too strong!"

"If we're any slower, we'll be caught up!" Feng Xia said, speechless.

"No, you can see for yourself."

The moment Zhu Youniang spoke, a surging wave of malevolent energy swept across the street, whipping up a fierce wind that stirred up dust that had accumulated over countless years, before quickly returning to calm.

"What happened... It turns out it was that private school!"

Feng Xia caught the girl who flew towards him, gently put her down, glanced around, and then his gaze returned to the empty private school.

A holy and radiant aura emanated from there, resisting the terrifying malevolent energy emanating from the butcher's knife.

"Sure enough, on this long street, every building that has been preserved intact is probably not simple!"

Feng Xia steadied her breathing, took one last deep look at the once-ordinary private school, and shook her head with a hint of regret: "It seems we can only go this far for today. It looks like if we don't deal with that butcher's knife, we probably won't be able to move forward..."

“I understand the logic, but why don’t you just go around it?”

Just then, Zhu Youniang, who was beside him, suddenly spoke.

Feng Xia: "..."

and many more!

Wait!

Reminded by Zhu Youniang, Feng Xia suddenly jolted awake, then realized that although this underground ancient street was quite mysterious, perfectly matching the settings of many fantasy novels—the ruins and secret realms—it was still…

No one has ever stipulated that you have to start from the beginning and walk into these ruins!

After all, that's a street that's at least dozens of miles long—

If he encounters a dead end, he can simply change his approach and choose to cut in from another direction.

"You're right, Youniang. Fantasy novels ruined me!"

Feng Xia immediately slapped his forehead and stopped turning back: "Let me see which way we should go..."

His gaze swept across every corner, and soon Feng Xia locked onto a row of buildings on the other side of the long street. The original purpose of those buildings was unclear, but they had remained unmoved and unaffected in the previous wave of malevolent energy.

"The decision is yours!"

Feng Xia chose the nearest one and barged in without saying a word.

The room was completely silent. There were many tall cabinets along the walls, and several bronze mirrors stood to one side, reflecting the figures of Feng Xia and Zhu You Niang as they approached.

"It looks...like a clothing store?"

A sudden realization dawned on Feng Xia.

Elementary school, butcher shop, clothing store...

This ancient street, buried underground for countless years, may very well have been an ordinary street in the so-called "Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom" long ago!

"If it's true, just how powerful is the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom?" Recalling what the schoolteacher had said, even Feng Xia felt a sense of horror.

What kind of terrifying and awe-inspiring enemy could be the one that could put the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom in such a precarious situation?

Feng Xia shook her head, not daring to continue imagining things.

"How rare! I actually have guests here?"

Just then, a slightly surprised female voice came from the depths of the shop: "What kind of clothes would you like, sir? I have ready-made clothes and can also make them to order. Which would you prefer?"

Feng Xia and Zhu You Niang's figures suddenly stopped.

There are still people in this clothing shop?

……

Chapter 0099

"Could it be... that it's the same situation as that private school?"

Feng Xia made the connection almost immediately.

When he entered that private school, it was as if he had crossed time and space in an instant and arrived at a strange place that did not belong to this world. He stayed there for four hours, but only half a quarter of an hour had actually passed.

And right now, this clothing store is probably in the same situation!

"No, the streets outside haven't changed. We're still stuck in the same place!" But the next second, Feng Xia turned her gaze away from the door and shook her head almost imperceptibly. "The owner of this clothing shop... is actually still here!"

"What's wrong with you two guests? Why don't you turn around?"

A woman's voice came from behind, tinged with sorrow and grievance: "Could it be... that I am too ugly and have frightened the two guests?"

I understand this!

In horror movies, this kind of scene is usually called a "turn-around kill".

If you turn around at this moment, you will almost certainly see a terrifying ghost face. If it's not the protagonist himself, you might be bleeding on the spot in the next second!

"Madam, you're overthinking it."

Feng Xia was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and replied loudly, "I have witnessed the rise and fall of PS, and the rise and fall of the four great evil arts. My Dao heart is already firmly established. Mere appearance cannot shake me in the slightest."

Ok……

He was speaking the absolute truth from the bottom of his heart!

"P...P.E.S.? The Four Great Evil Arts? What...what are those?"

The woman paused immediately. Feng Xia's answer had clearly exceeded her expectations. In particular, the tone of Feng Xia's words did not sound like that of a vigorous young man. Instead, it sounded like that of an old man who had seen through countless worldly affairs and had an eternal Dao heart despite all the tribulations and dangers.

"Just some trivial past events."

Taking advantage of the moment when the other person was stunned, Feng Xia turned around abruptly without saying a word!

In his field of vision, a piece of white cloth hung down, tattered and fluttering, carrying a faint scent of decay, obscuring Feng Xia's view.

It was a curtain hanging down from the roof beam.

"What this young master said... is truly interesting."

Meanwhile, the shop owner's voice continued to drift from deeper within, seemingly oblivious to Feng Xia's subtle actions: "Are you here to buy clothes for your Daoist partner? Then you've come to the right place!"

"You can ask around outside for the clothes in my shop; they are definitely the best on this street!"

"Not only that, if you have a need, you can also have the clothes custom-made into a special garment, which is both beautiful and practical. Everyone who wears it will say it's great!"

Upon hearing these words, for some reason, Feng Xia unexpectedly had a thought: Mo Yuanlong, it seems you died somewhat unjustly...

He turned to look at the source of the sound. At the deepest part of the clothing shop stood a screen, and behind the screen, a figure was moving about; it must be the proprietress.

"Then I'll trouble you, Madam Boss."

Thinking of this, Feng Xia didn't refuse, but nodded and said, "Please make one set for both of us. Oh, by the way... how much would it cost to make two sets of clothes?"

He suddenly thought of a question.

I don't think I have any money on me at all!

When he first transmigrated, he was trapped in the Forsaken Ancient Land and didn't need any money at all. But when he came to Thousand Autumns Valley, he started as a distinguished guest, became a guest elder in just a few days, and eventually even became the sect leader...

Is it something that the sect leader can pay for when he eats and drinks in his own sect's canteen?

what?

You're saying that those with supernatural powers need to spend money on their spiritual practice?

Uh, sorry... I didn't know that cultivation cost money....jpg

"It's not easy for me to have guests at my door. Today, I won't charge you two. However, I would like to ask you to do me a small favor."

The proprietress chuckled again.

Feng Xia pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I wonder what kind of help the proprietress needs from us?"

"I'm just passing on a message for you, sir. You don't know, but I have difficulty moving around. Without someone's help, it would be hard for me to leave this shop on my own."

"If it's just a verbal message, then there's nothing wrong with it."

Feng Xia agreed.

The instant he nodded, a blurry figure flashed out from behind the screen. Feng Xia looked closely and realized that it was a measuring tape, which seemed to have its own life. It snaked its way over and quickly circled around the two of them.

"Hey, it got away!"

Zhu Youniang raised her hand to grab, but missed.

The measuring tape flew back behind the screen, and the figure on the screen moved slightly. Then a soft laugh came from behind: "I already know your measurements. Please wait a moment, and I will soon present you with the most perfect clothes."

Wait a minute—

It's ending right here?!

Boss lady, this isn't the right way to do business. You don't even let people choose their styles?

Feng Xia silently complained to himself, but he didn't say it out loud. After all, every building on this street seemed to contain different mysteries, and perhaps there were hidden rules among them. Before he fully understood the situation, he didn't plan to try it out—to see if he would die on the spot.

"Oh, by the way, boss lady, we're just waiting around anyway, so who is the message you asked me to deliver to?"