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Mei Yingluo shook her head and said, "That person was masked, so I couldn't see his face..."
Li Xiaonan frowned. It was difficult to encounter the last survivor of the Li Family Fortress massacre, only to find himself with no clues.
Mei Yingluo calmly replied, "Actually, whether or not we take revenge isn't important. Just being able to see you again makes me very happy."
Li Xiaonan wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, Mother. We will never be separated again. I must take revenge; the lives of over thirty people from the Li Family Fortress cannot simply be forgotten!" His brows furrowed deeply, forming a tight line, but suddenly he felt a chill on his forehead, causing him to pause.
Mei Yingluo smiled and said, "You are just like your father, always frowning." Her cool fingertips gently smoothed away the sorrow between Li Xiaonan's brows. She continued, "Those who practice cultivation should not harbor too much killing intent."
"Mother, I know. It's not beneficial for cultivation and can easily attract lightning!" Li Xiaonan chuckled. The essence of killing was still killing; it wouldn't change just because it was cloaked in a layer of justification. But what about the so-called cycle of heaven and retribution? It was nothing more than the constructs of immortals and the workings of human psychology.
As a twenty-first-century Earthling, Li Xiaonan saw things clearly. Cultivation was about going against the heavens; as long as he could cultivate himself into an immortal, he could disregard those immortal constructs. But what about human nature?
In his view, there was indeed a distinction between being clothed and unclothed; a woman in a bikini was more appealing than one who was completely naked because it incited a man's desire to possess her. Of course, acting on that desire was another matter entirely.
The concept of killing intent was similar—killing with reason could bring peace of mind and eliminate feelings of guilt, such as in the case of revenge! It wouldn't create an Inner Demon; instead, it would only lighten one's mood!
Since he still had to wait for Chen Yaojin to return, Li Xiaonan began sharing his experiences after leaving the Li Family Fortress with Mei Yingluo. He had to admit that he had quite the talent for storytelling; his narrative flowed seamlessly with twists and turns that left Mei Yingluo gasping in surprise. Of course, he had slightly embellished the part involving Yun Moyu; after all, forcefully pursuing a girl wasn't exactly honorable.
"Boss! Boss!" Chen Yaojin rushed back with a large axe slung over his shoulder, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him like a stampede of horses.
Li Xiaonan helplessly waved his hand to brush off some dust and looked at Chen Yaojin, who returned empty-handed. Frowning, he asked, "Little Jin, I sent you to buy something. You were gone for so long and came back empty-handed?"
Chen Yaojin grinned widely, his smile stretching from ear to ear. "Guess what?"
"Guess my foot!" If it weren't for Lu Nishang lying on his lap, Li Xiaonan would have stood up to smack Chen Yaojin on the forehead.
Chen Yaojin patted his head and chuckled, "Boss, let me show you a magic trick, okay?"
"Is it a pancake?"
"And more!"
"How about buns?"
"Still more!"
"Stuffed pancakes... steamed buns... roast chicken! This is great!" Food kept appearing in Chen Yaojin's hands, with pancakes strung around his neck, more ridiculous than Lu Zhishen and even more exaggerated than Wu Dalang.
"Roast chicken for you, Boss! And here are some clothes I prepared for the old lady and you." He handed the roast chicken and a belt to Li Xiaonan.
Li Xiaonan was taken aback. A Storage Belt? Even in the Underworld? And this kid who hadn't cultivated anything could use it? He tried it out, but the magical belt was just a decoration in his hands. He sighed helplessly, only for Mei Yingluo to take it from him, and in an instant, two sets of clothes appeared in her hands.
"This is really unfair!" Li Xiaonan complained in frustration. He realized that this was a Storage Belt meant for ghosts. Quickly calculating in his mind, a thought suddenly struck him. "Mom! How big is this belt's space? How does it compare to the Cultivation world?"
Mei Yingluo pondered for a moment. "It should be twice the size of those in the Cultivation world."
Li Xiaonan was shocked, and a silly grin spread across his face.
Chen Yaojin stared at him. "Boss, what's wrong with you?"
Li Xiaonan looked blankly at Chen Yaojin and laughed, "This is going to be amazing... hehehe..." A Low-Grade Spirit Stone could buy a Storage Belt, and this one had double the space of an ordinary Storage Belt. If thrown into the Cultivation world, wouldn't it cause a frenzy?
Although it could only be used by ghosts now, that didn't mean it couldn't be improved for human use later!
Li Xiaonan was confident that as long as he mastered the production techniques, he could replicate batches like a machine, which would earn him much more than the Jade Dragonfly.
Selling to Cultivators? Naturally, but he absolutely could not overlook the larger consumer group on the Starry Illusion Continent. The Storage Belt, which could be opened without any ghostly energy, could also be used by ordinary people who lacked True Essence Power after being pirated.
In the cultivation world, aside from the Cultivation Sect, what else was there? Loose Cultivators? No, it was the Nobles of the Imperial Palace. What did humans have?
Money and power were things Li Xiaonan naturally looked down upon; what truly held value was manpower. Manpower was a resource! Otherwise, how could the term "human resources" exist?
As it is said, human potential is limitless. The Great Wall of China was built, so what else was impossible? Moreover, this world did not advocate for solo endeavors; when one ventured out, they naturally needed to bring along a group of brothers. The strong on the Starry Illusion Continent were all those elite Cultivation Sects that banded together.
It is often said that many hands make light work. This time, encountering Chen Yaojin sparked an idea in Li Xiaonan to form his own faction. After all, when he eventually reached the Immortal Realm, there might be more than one or two enemies to face; gathering more capable and loyal subordinates was essential.
“Oh no! Oh no! The boss has gone dumb!” Chen Yaojin exclaimed in horror as he circled around Li Xiaonan three times.
Mei Yingluo chuckled and said, “He’s much smarter than before; not dumb at all.” She then wore a look of satisfaction.
Li Xiaonan straightened his face and said, “Little Jin, pack up the things; we’re setting off!” As he spoke, he carefully let Lu Nishang lie on his back and lifted her up. The soft sensation in his hands surprised him. Inner Thoughts: This Loli is quite plump.
Thus, the four of them set off on their journey for knowledge. The end of the story.
Ah! Pfft! What nonsense!
The three ghosts and one person embarked on the road to Yellow Spring Village. Although it was the same journey, at this moment Li Xiaonan felt that every step was incredibly light. A faint smile remained on his face, which Chen Yaojin perceived as foolishness...
Chen Yaojin's blind admiration led to a harmonious and blissful silly smile appearing on his face as well, albeit with a hint of awkwardness.
After several days of walking and resting, Lu Nishang on Li Xiaonan's back had yet to wake up. He couldn't help but feel worried. He was waiting for the Demon Emperor to come negotiate with him; initially, he wasn’t anxious about it, but now he found himself unable to contain his impatience. There wasn’t anyone here who could determine what exactly was wrong with Lu Nishang.
As the days passed, Li Xiaonan shrank from a height of six feet to five feet eight inches, losing a full four centimeters. This was partly due to the pressure from Lu Nishang; despite her petite stature, she carried a weight that was anything but light. Additionally, he was concerned that Lu Nishang might be uncomfortable while sleeping, so he intentionally bent down and lowered his body.
Chen Yaojin watched from the side, filled with admiration. Truly, a tough man with a gentle heart!
Worried about his back and its potential impact on his future happiness, Li Xiaonan decided to hold Lu Nishang in his arms. As he gazed at her sleeping figure, resembling a small angel, he found himself gradually entranced.
Lu Nishang furrowed her brow and opened her eyes. Their gazes met, and her small hand slowly moved to her chest beneath her black robe. Inner Thoughts: What’s wrong with me? It can’t be just the depletion of ghostly energy; why does my chest feel tight and tingly? Am I getting sick?
Li Xiaonan awkwardly cleared his throat and said, “You’re awake?” Only then did he realize how pointless that question was.
Lu Nishang nodded and asked, “Are you okay?” Well, that was another pointless question… They exchanged glances for a moment before both shyly looked away.
“I… should I put you down?”
Lu Nishang quickly wrapped her arms around Li Xiaonan's neck and said, “No! I think I’m getting sick… this feels nice…” Seeing Lu Nishang’s increasingly flushed face, Li Xiaonan chuckled and adjusted his arms slightly to make her more comfortable.
In less than half a day's journey, they could vaguely see the outline of Yellow Spring Village ahead. However, the dark clouds overhead felt oppressive.
As they reached the village entrance, Lu Nishang wrinkled her delicate nose and said, “The smell seems off.”
Li Xiaonan frowned slightly. Although he didn’t detect any particular odor, Yellow Spring Village felt strange at that moment—eerily quiet, it was no longer the peaceful silence one would expect; it resembled a ghost town.
Since they had arrived, there was no reason not to enter. Li Xiaonan led the group of spirits into Yellow Spring Village.
“Oh no!” Li Xiaonan exclaimed. Just a step inside felt like crossing into another world; Yellow Spring Village was far too “lively.” The sky was filled with winged demons while ghostly commoners scattered in all directions below.
“Child! Why have you come back?” Rushing toward them at an astonishing speed was none other than the Kind-Hearted Old Man whom Li Xiaonan had encountered during his misfortunes. “You foolish child! Once you enter, you can’t get out again. I know you have abilities; quickly think of a way to save these villagers…”
As soon as the elder's words fell, a wave of shouts rose and fell in intensity. Li Xiaonan looked at Lu Nishang in his arms and asked, "Can you summon the Great Skeleton?"
Lu Nishang shook her head. "My ghostly energy hasn't recovered yet."
Li Xiaonan gritted his teeth. He wanted to help in this Underworld Purgatory, and he had to help! Otherwise, the lives of their group would inevitably be lost here, but he felt powerless. He sighed and said, "Saving a life is better than building a Seven-Level Pagoda, but I..." Before he could finish his sentence, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
He handed Lu Nishang over to Mei Yingluo for support and turned to Chen Yaojin beside him. "Little Jin, hit me!"
"Huh? Again?" Chen Yaojin frowned. This time, he wasn't worried about Li Xiaonan; instead, he began to worry about his own hand.
"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up! A demon clan is flying over here! If you don't want to become food, hit me!" Li Xiaonan took a solid stance and urged.
With a clenched jaw, Chen Yaojin threw a punch, causing himself to stumble to the ground.
"Have you not eaten? Steady your stance and do it again! Don't stop!" As soon as Chen Yaojin thought of food, he felt energized. He steadied his stance and focused all his thoughts on Li Xiaonan as if he were a stump to hit. "Thud thud thud..." One punch followed another.
Lu Nishang leaned against Mei Yingluo and frowned. "What is Brother Xiaonan doing? Doesn't it hurt him?"
Mei Yingluo's heart ached, but she remained calm. "He must have a way to save everyone."
"Seven-Level Pagoda, rise!" Li Xiaonan formed hand seals, and a three-meter-high "shrinking" Seven-Level Pagoda was raised by him. He utilized the True Essence Power that surged from receiving attacks to summon this top-tier defensive artifact. Of course, the price he paid was being beaten to the point of wanting to spit blood...
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