Chapter 17: Fairy of the Wind

The next day.

The sun rose, its rays shining on the water mist to scatter a seven-colored halo.

"Villagers, go back, do not see us off any further."

"Village Chief, look at you, why are you still sending silver over? How embarrassing!

Oh my... Uncle Ma, you are truly too kind. With so much dry rations, how could we ever finish it all... You should keep it for yourself."

Yan Xiao politely declined the villagers' kindness, but it was truly hard to refuse their enthusiasm; he didn't want it, but the villagers insisted on stuffing it into his hands.

For instance, the silver the Village Chief gave—he really didn't want it!

"Afu, now that you have become a great immortal master, don't forget Majia Town."

The old Village Chief held Yan Xiao's hands with trembling fingers, his face full of reluctance.

"Rest assured, I will return," Yan Xiao promised.

"Good, good, good. With those words from you, I can rest easy," the old Village Chief said with gratification.

"Master Afu, when I grow up, I will come find you."

Ma Jianyang held a wooden sword and gestured in the air twice, possessing quite a bit of the charm of Yan Xiao's Invincible Sword Technique.

"We're off... Take care."

Yan Xiao waved his hand, signaling everyone to go back.

In the crowd, Ma Xiaoyun didn't say a word; she bit her lip and just watched Yan Xiao, as if trying to memorize his appearance.

A stubborn girl.

Yan Xiao walked to Ma Xiaoyun's side, patted her forehead, and said with a smile, "On the path of cultivation, one must not be impatient. Take it slow, think and observe more, and especially remember to smile, you know?"

"Mm."

The little girl nodded vigorously, trying hard to squeeze out a smile.

"Master Afu believes you are the best," Yan Xiao encouraged.

The road ahead is long and full of unknowns.

Yan Xiao turned and strode away. This mysterious and vast cultivation continent, I, Yan Xiao, have arrived.

The Cat Demon held Qingxue's hand and followed behind Yan Xiao. The Cat Demon was full of anticipation for this trip to Luoyue City.

She was very much looking forward to seeing Yan Xiao and Qingxue shine brilliantly in Luoyue City.

Qingxue walked with a gentle and quiet grace. To her, Yan Xiao was the whole world; as long as she could feel Yan Xiao's presence, there was only a smile on her face.

As for where they were going or what they were doing, she never thought much about it, nor would she ask.

Following her brother was the right thing to do.

"Qingxue, give me your hand."

Yan Xiao reached out his large hand to hold the little girl's as he walked in the lead.

The Cat Demon walked side-by-side with Wang Dazhu, looking at the big one and the small one in front; how harmonious and beautiful.

It seemed that Qingxue's hand being held by Yan Xiao was the most correct thing.

Such a warm scene; the Cat Demon was very envious.

"Master belongs to little Mistress Qingxue forever, don't you think about seducing my Master."

Wang Dazhu glared at the Cat Demon and said.

"Idiot!"

The Cat Demon rolled her eyes at Wang Dazhu. Considering his bruised and swollen face, she wouldn't lower herself to his level.

Yesterday, Wang Dazhu went to dig up his former master's treasure, only to dig up a chest of women's undergarments.

The moment the chest was opened, Yan Xiao's face turned green.

When Yan Xiao is angry, the consequences are very serious.

Brother Dazhu's fate can be imagined; he was beaten and kicked by Yan Xiao for three hours.

It was euphemistically called: reshaping the disciple's body.

Wang Dazhu wasn't angry at all, because he had finally obtained the dream-worthy Gathering Spirit Technique and Attribute Pill.

That made him very happy.

Thus, the bruised and swollen Wang Dazhu hurriedly caught up to Yan Xiao's pace and flattered him, "Master is truly handsome and dashing, a dragon among men; even your walk is so cool and extraordinary."

Luoyue City is one of the four major cities of the Lanyue Kingdom, with a large population and countless sects.

Around the city are seven spirit mountains, home to seven powerful immortal factions.

Luoxia Mountain is one of the Seven Spirits.

However, Luoxia Mountain has been declining day by day in recent years, and its status as one of the Seven Spirits is about to be lost.

Many forces that relied on Luoxia Mountain have broken away one after another to join other major powers, leaving Luoxia Mountain completely decayed.

This resulted in many villages like Majia Town, which originally fell under Luoxia Mountain's jurisdiction, having no one to guard them, leaving them to be ravaged by Phantom Demons.

The casualties were not insignificant.

Of course, our handsome Yan knows nothing of all this.

He was still thinking of arriving at Luoxia Mountain first to take out the Sect Master Token and trade it for some cultivation manuals, secret techniques, spirit pills, or miraculous medicines.

Three days later.

After the group traveled with all their might, they finally saw a corner of Luoyue City.

Looking from afar, it was nothing but pavilions and towers, with countless houses of all sizes.

Even Yan Xiao, who was accustomed to the concrete jungle, was quite shocked to see such an antique, grand city for the first time.

At the city gate, six channels were lined with long queues, with a massive number of people, estimated to be in the tens of thousands.

"So many people!"

Yan Xiao looked at the dense crowd; it was a bit like the security checkpoint at a train station during the Spring Festival in his past life.

"Yeah, so many people entering the city, it's truly spectacular."

Wang Dazhu was also seeing so many of his own kind for the first time, and he suddenly felt his own insignificance.

"Country bumpkin, stand further back, don't cut in line."

A greasy-haired, powdered-faced youth glared at Yan Xiao and said with disdain.

"Dazhu, he's scolding you."

Yan Xiao patted Wang Dazhu on the shoulder, signaling him not to mind it; endure for a moment and the winds will be calm, take a step back and the sky will be vast.

Young man, don't get angry at every little thing.

"I'm talking to you, you ugly freak, you bumped into my butt, what are you shoving for? Want to eat shit?"

The greasy-haired youth pointed at Yan Xiao's nose and cursed, his attitude extremely vile and his choice of words extremely malicious.

Damn it—

He actually dared to curse me?

Yan Xiao, with that explosive temper of his, flared up instantly.

"Master, he said you eat shit."

Wang Dazhu looked at the greasy-haired youth indignantly and said.

Suddenly.

The gazes of everyone around were fixed on Yan Xiao.

Queuing was already boring, and with such a long line, who knew when they would be able to enter the city; since there was a show to watch, naturally they wouldn't miss it.

"Owner, I'll go kill him."

The Cat Demon's murderous intent was fully revealed as she whispered to Yan Xiao.

"No need, just protect Qingxue well."

He had wanted to keep a low profile, but it seemed he couldn't avoid showing off.

He hadn't gained many points of Fear Value along the way; how could Yan Xiao miss this opportunity to earn Fear Value?

Yan Xiao walked up to the greasy-haired youth and said with a smile, "You said I shoved into your butt?"

The greasy-haired youth was taken aback; he looked around, and since his fellow disciples weren't there, he felt a bit guilty.

However, being watched by everyone, he couldn't afford to lose face.

The few people in front of him looked like country bumpkins, nothing to be afraid of, so he stiffened his neck and said, "That's right, it was you who shoved me; looking at your shifty eyes, you're clearly not a good person."

My shifty eyes?

As a sunny, handsome, dashing, and beautiful man, being questioned and insulted in public, Yan Xiao had to reclaim his dignity for all handsome men.

"Touching your butt—is this how it's touched!"

Yan Xiao sneered and summoned the Magic Sword, striking the greasy-haired youth's butt with one blow; the force was great, and with the enhancement of the Magic Sword, the youth's butt was almost split in two.

Hearing the crisp sound of bones deforming, the onlookers all felt their sphincters tighten, revealing expressions of horror.

Fear Value from Shi Haochi +200.

Fear Value from the onlookers +1000.

"Ah—my butt." The greasy-haired youth was knocked down by the single blow, wailing on the ground; his butt was almost blasted apart, even worse than receiving fifty heavy strokes.

"Too miserable... it hurts just looking at it."

"Yeah, look at how swollen his butt is, it's even bigger than a pig's butt; hiss... this youth looks so gentle, but he strikes so ruthlessly."

Everyone gasped.

"Little brother, who did you say had shifty eyes and wasn't a good person?"

Yan Xiao bent down and asked the greasy-haired youth with the Magic Sword.

A threat.

A naked, blatant threat!

Everyone looked at Shi Haochi with sympathy; it seemed he had provoked someone he couldn't afford to offend, as this youth clearly wasn't a pushover.

Fear Value from Shi Haochi +100.

Looking at the pitch-black great sword, Shi Haochi felt aggrieved; he burst into tears and cried out at the top of his lungs, "Senior brothers and sisters, someone is beating me..."