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Listening to Xiao Hong, Lu Tianming did not relax in the slightest. His gaze remained sharp as a blade, vigilantly scanning his surroundings. After confirming that Xiao Hong had no cultivation abilities, he slowly let out a sigh of relief. However, this movement tugged at his still-healing wounds, causing him to let out a soft grunt.
Seeing this, Xiao Hong quickly expressed her concern, "You're hurt so badly; you should lie down and rest."
Lu Tianming did not insist otherwise and slowly lay down on the bed with Xiao Hong's support. She began to carefully tend to him, her movements gentle and practiced, as if she had done this countless times before.
Watching Xiao Hong bustle about, Lu Tianming's expression gradually softened, and his thoughts began to drift. Noticing his distraction, Xiao Hong paused her work and softly asked, "How did you get hurt like this?"
Lu Tianming sighed slightly and replied, "It was a battle of wits; my strength was lacking." His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he had grown accustomed to such a life.
Xiao Hong's face lit up with surprise upon hearing this: "Could it be that you are a cultivator?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and longing.
Lu Tianming nodded slightly. "I know a bit."
Xiao Hong's eyes brightened even more. "Then can you tell me about the outside world? I've never been outside; I've only lived in this village. The elders say the outside world is very dangerous."
Looking at the innocent and kind-hearted girl, Lu Tianming spoke slowly. "The outside world is indeed fascinating but also cruel. The strong can move mountains and fill seas; the weak can only struggle like ants."
Xiao Hong frowned in confusion. "Can't we coexist peacefully? Why must there be fighting and killing?"
Lu Tianming gently shook his head. "The world is bustling with people seeking profit; everyone is vying for their own gain. There are many temptations and opportunities outside. Some people desire more and must fight to seize it. This is the rule of this world and the law of the Cultivation World."
Xiao Hong fell silent, seemingly unable to comprehend this complex and harsh reality. Yet her gaze remained steadfast and pure, as if to tell Lu Tianming that no matter how the world changed, she would maintain her kindness and innocence.
While Lu Tianming hid in that remote mountain village, the Li Family of Linwu County and many experts under Qi Xiao searched every inch of land for hundreds of miles around like fishermen casting nets but still failed to catch even a trace of Lu Tianming.
Within the Li Family's residence, the atmosphere was so tense it felt as if water could freeze in midair. The family head, Li Chenhui, wore an expression as cold as frost; the wound on his chest was a mark left by Lu Tianming, still throbbing painfully—a constant reminder of his humiliation and failure that day.
At that moment, a servant stumbled into the hall with a pale face. His voice trembled as he reported the despairing news to Li Chenhui: "Lu Tianming... still has no trace."
Li Chenhui's gaze instantly turned sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to tear the servant apart. The chill in his eyes made the servant involuntarily kneel on the ground, pressing his forehead against the cold floor with each impact seeming to plead for forgiveness and mercy.
A group of useless fools! Li Chenhui's roar echoed through the hall, filled with endless anger and disappointment. "What good are you all to me? You can't even find a half-dead man!"
"I'll tell you this: within two days, if you still can't bring Lu Tianming before me, be prepared to accompany him in death!"
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