Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

Xuanming's eyes widened even more, and he rushed towards him, hugging his legs again. "Master, I want to cultivate!"

Children are easy to fool.

Chi Buwan nodded, a sense of curiosity creeping in.

What is the future Demon Lord most afraid of?

After thinking for a moment, Chi Buwan pressed the jade fan against Xuanming's forehead again, pushing him away. He loosened his grip, and the jade fan floated in mid-air, patting Xuanming's bottom. He said, "Go first, let your master see how your talent is."

Upon hearing this, Xuanming pouted, "Are you really going?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly, neither too late nor too late.

The two stared at each other for three seconds. Knowing that his master would not back down, Xuanming gave up his last struggle and dragged his heavy steps as he turned and walked into the cave.

Looking at Xuanming's pitiful little figure, Chi Buwan felt guilty and decided to... turn her gaze away and look at the person beside her, tilting her head slightly, a new curiosity arising within her.

The current Xiao Wuli is completely different from the Xiao Wuli in the book. I wonder what the current Xiao Wuli is most afraid of.

It's not too late to make a serious guess.

Why didn't you become the most powerful person in the world?

Is your cultivation stagnating?

What if you wake up and find yourself still a loser?

!!!

I woke up late, not too late.

This is really a bit scary.

No need to guess, it must be this.

"Master, this disciple will cultivate diligently," Xiao Wuli suddenly said.

After a while, he came to his senses and said, "I know that you are a role model in my heart."

Xiao Wuli paused.

Master said their friendship is exemplary?

Xiao Wuli's lips involuntarily curved upwards, but he forcibly suppressed it, revealing only a slight arc. His eyes, however, were filled with an unconcealable glint of light. "This disciple will work even harder!"

Upon seeing this, Chi Buwan chuckled and said, "Alright."

So well-behaved.

There's absolutely no flaw in him. If I had to point out one, it would be that I like him.

The straight-male host thought this aloud, and 337 heard it and wondered, "Isn't his biggest flaw his liking for men?"

Late or Late, For No Reason: [What's wrong with liking men? 337, don't wear discriminatory glasses.]

[Clearly the host...] 337 suddenly stopped.

"What about me?" It's not too late to ask.

337 slowly recalled the details from before and suddenly realized something.

The host kept complaining that Xiao Wuli liked him, but never complained about Xiao Wuli's sexual orientation.

Looking at the dazed little dumpling, Chi Buwan pressed, "Say something!"

【Oh, it's nothing.】337 scratched his head.

Even more perplexing, Chi Buwan withdrew his gaze and looked ahead, only to find that he could no longer see the small figure heading towards the Sky Cave.

He straightened his expression, took a step forward, and reminded Xiao Wuli beside him, "This place is strange, be careful in everything."

Hearing no response, he stopped in his tracks, turned to look at Xiao Wuli, only to find him lost in thought.

Is it too late?

Hey?

Old man: ...........

This lovesick fool! He's completely infatuated with his master's smile.

"Hey—! Snap out of it!" The old man covered his eyes with one hand, unable to bear the sight, and called out to the soul in a long, emotionless voice.

Xiao Wuli's long eyelashes trembled slightly. He blinked and came back to his senses, bowing his head and saying, "Yes."

.

The moment they entered the cave, the previously calm poisonous miasma seemed to come alive, slowly approaching them through the air.

Chi Buwan glanced around and saw mountains of white bones, the stench of decay even stronger than outside the cave.

[The owners of the skeletons at the entrance were all without cultivation. The poisonous miasma, though terrifying, wouldn't take effect so quickly.] 337 explained: [Cultivators can alleviate the onset of the poison by circulating their spiritual energy, but these people without spiritual energy will be trapped in fear upon entering, endlessly cycling through painful cycles, until finally, unable to bear the weight, they lose their heartbeat.]

Chi Buwan listened as he walked forward, and at the corner he saw Xuanming with his eyes closed and cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He turned around to estimate the distance from the cave entrance to here, and looked around at the skeletons—the skeletons of cultivators and mortals were different; almost all the skeletons here belonged to cultivators.

He nodded in satisfaction, not too late.

As expected of the future Demon Lord, his talent is quite impressive.

He was only five years old and had not yet practiced any evil magic, yet he was able to get here.

A tall shadow suddenly fell. He looked up, his brows furrowing deliberately, as if he had just realized something, and said, "There's something wrong with the miasma. Don't inhale it."

Xiao Wuli paused for a moment, then slowly curled his fingers and began to cast a spell.

"Too late!" the old man said, arms crossed. "The poisonous miasma has already entered your body. It won't be long before it triggers your inner demons, tormenting you mercilessly."

In the past, the incredibly shrewd young man would have immediately sensed something amiss with the miasma upon entering and shielded himself from the poisonous miasma to avoid this disaster. But...

Those who are close to their master are only single-digit in intelligence, as stupid as pigs.

"Master, your disciple is foolish and failed to discover the problem within the miasma." Xiao Wuli bowed his head.

"It's alright." Chi Buwan said without changing his expression. "The miasma is blinding, and the Cangqiong Cave naturally has a strange smell that makes people relax and be vigilant. It's just some inner demons, there's no need to worry. Treat it as a way to cultivate your mind."

Xiao Wuli looked up at him, his dark eyes clear and filled with admiration and joy, "Master has great foresight."

Chi Buwan paused for a moment, then, feeling a little guilty about being praised, she reached out and ruffled his hair.

The old man looked at his master, whose body was free of poisonous miasma, and remained silent.

See? He said Xiao Wuli was as stupid as a pig.

The old man stroked his chin, watching his master withdraw his hand to grab Xuanming's collar and walk forward, his curiosity growing even stronger.

Who exactly is Master? Why is he always able to take Xiao Wuli to the key moments in his life?

It's like... having the script in your hands.

The most obvious example of this is the fragment of the "Chaos Sword Manual".

The first volume appeared on a stall in Wanbaoge. Just when he thought Xiao Wuli wouldn't be able to get it, his master suddenly appeared, accurately picked up the incomplete volume, and finally gave it to Xiao Wuli.

The second volume appeared near the Dream Fate Heart Method in the ruins. If he remembered correctly, his master initially wanted to stay away from that area, but for some unknown reason, he turned around and went to snatch the fragments from the Beast Taming Sect.

The third volume appeared at the center of the ruins. It was obtained by the master overnight from a certain place, and given to Xiao Wuli the next day.

The fourth volume appears in the hands of the old man at the bottom of the abyss. The master just happened to go to the secret forest realm and said that he wanted the skin-whitening ointment.

Volume 5 hasn't appeared yet, but barring any unforeseen circumstances, Master will definitely take Xiao Wuli to find it.

...If we insist that all of the above are coincidences, then how could Master, who doted on his son so much, not tell Xiao Wuli that there was a problem with the miasma here?

Normally, Master would feel heartbroken even if Xiao Wuli cried, so how could he possibly let him suffer from inner demons now?

Besides the spirit beast that guards him, Master must have other secrets.