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A neighing sound from the Spirit Horse came from outside the carriage, indicating that they had likely arrived at the Post Station. Yang Yan approached Gu Ping's side, helping him out of the carriage while supporting Dong Lai. The guards nearby were furious to see the princess of Great Jin assisting someone who looked like a beggar.
"How could he not know his place? My lady is helping him; why should he be the one to support her?"
"I don't accept this. Thank you, my lady. Gu has already adjusted his breathing and is recovering; there's no need to trouble you further."
Gu Ping gently declined Yang Yan's assistance and awkwardly moved into the Spring Fortune Inn.
Listening to the surrounding guests fall silent, he noticed a slight accent from Lu State. It seemed that during his brief encounter with Dong Lai, he had nearly missed returning to Zhou Region. If he had encountered any ill-intentioned individuals while unconscious, his life could have ended without reason.
"Shopkeeper, I need a few rooms. That should be enough, right?"
He pulled out a handful of silver from his pocket and placed it on the counter. "I don't deny it." He had received this money when heading to Xixia Town from Hong Ling, not expecting that Ru Ming would end up using it.
"My lady, please. A few strong men, please."
"Hmph."
"Oh, I didn't expect this. You seem quite affluent."
"Where? Where? If not for Sky's End Tower, he could flaunt his wealth there; in this ordinary inn, he is just at the level of officials from my lady's homeland."
"Does my little Taoist know where his homeland is?"
The two walked side by side towards the room, and Gu Ping once again forgot that she didn't know Yang Yan anymore.
The fortune teller should have guessed that the girl was from the No Lu Kingdom.
But I must have guessed wrong; this young lady is definitely a citizen of the Great Jin. It seems my Little Taoist could set up a stall and swindle some silver.
Oh dear, how could I have made such a mistake? No matter, no matter. The fortune teller specializes in divination; I don't deny it. Chasing away demons is just part of the job, and I hope I haven't embarrassed the young lady.
As soon as they entered the room, Gu Ping cast a warning spell and began to regulate her breathing. She had barely managed to walk into the room, already feeling utterly drained. If she delayed any longer, she might collapse right there on the floor.
How domineering! Gu Ping couldn't help but reflect on how she had been ambushed by a Demonic Cultivator just because she let her guard down. Who would have thought that even after the Great War, the Demonic Path could still pose such a threat? It was truly unpredictable.
A dignified Nascent Soul High Leg had sacrificed herself to become an assassin, pouring all her blood energy into a single strike. If Gu Ping's body hadn't been composed of the purest spiritual energy, any other cultivator would have long since met their end in Hades. Even a Transcendent Practitioner would find it hard to escape death from such an attack.
Her body was now tainted with corrupted blood, and though she had felt sore before, as she worked to heal herself, it felt as if countless ants were gnawing at her insides, an unending agony.
Pfft!
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed across her chest. After what felt like an eternity, Gu Ping finally expelled all the tainted blood from her body, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away as she collapsed onto the ground.
Little Taoist, it's time for dinner.
Yang Yan gently knocked on the door, intending to push it open but found it locked instead, so she waited outside.
"Miss, Gu will be here shortly."
The faint voice of Gu Ping reached Yang Yan's ears, making her feel as if there was something intriguing just beyond the door. She pushed against it with all her might but found herself unable to enter.
"I don't deny it," she thought, as the pain from her old injuries flared up again.
Bu Luo focused on healing, forcing the tainted blood out of her body; she was no longer in serious danger.
In the meantime, Gu Ping gently lowered the protective Spell, realizing that if she didn’t let Yang Yan in tomorrow, it would likely lead to further trouble. That stubbornness was truly exasperating.
Seeing the blood on the ground, Yang Yan panicked and rushed to Gu Ping, helping her to her feet.
Now mostly recovered, Gu Ping waved her hand and cast a Purification Technique, cleaning the floor of Yi Dong's room and then tending to Yi Dong's body.
"Please step back for a moment, Miss. I’ll change my clothes and then we can drink together in the East Tower."
"Oh."
Yang Yan was still captivated by the wonder of Gu Ping’s recent spellcasting when she heard the request to change clothes, snapping back to reality as she stepped outside.
Standing at the door, Yang Yan clenched her fists tightly, thinking to herself that it seemed she had indeed encountered a true practitioner this time. She needed to seize this opportunity.
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