Half an hour later.
Seeing Chu Mengyou preparing to leave, Li Chuan quickly caught up, "Senior Sister, let's go back together, it's better to have someone to rely on."
The two of them flew side by side on their swords. Just as they were about ten miles away from the Yin-Yang Sect, Li Chuan suddenly pointed to a stream flowing through the forest below and said to Chu Mengyou, "Senior Sister, the sound of this stream is so pleasant. Why don't we take a break here?"
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Chu Mengyou looked at Li Chuan in disbelief and said, "Junior Brother, we're almost at the sect. If you want to rest, go ahead, but I won't be joining you."
"No, Senior Sister, you must accompany me." Li Chuan took out 21 Spirit Stones from his Universe Pouch.
"You, how do you still have more?!" Chu Mengyou was stunned.
Then she said angrily, "Why didn't you take them all out at once?"
Li Chuan didn't answer her and landed by the stream, waving her over, "That's not the right attitude. Do you want the Spirit Stones or not?"
"Of course I do." Chu Mengyou didn't hesitate at all and flew down to stand beside Li Chuan.
"That's more like it." Li Chuan pulled Chu Mengyou into an embrace and placed the Spirit Stones in her hand.
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Half an hour later.
Chu Mengyou rose into the air on her sword.
"Junior Brother, today I fought fiercely with a demonic cultivator and am utterly exhausted. Let's end our connection here. We can continue another day."
"What do you mean another day? I'll come find you again first thing tomorrow morning."
Lying by the stream, listening to the gurgling water, Li Chuan felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
He closed his eyes and savored the moment.
Unknowingly, Li Chuan fell asleep by the stream.
Generally speaking, a cultivator's time is very precious, so most cultivators don't sleep at night. They choose to meditate instead.
This not only relieves physical fatigue but also allows for cultivation, killing two birds with one stone.
Li Chuan used to be like this, wishing he could split a night's time into two. But during his time at the Yin-Yang Sect, he had been doing nothing, sleeping until he naturally woke up, and hadn't cultivated at night for a long time.
Dark clouds covered half the moon, and the only sounds around were the flowing stream and the chirping of insects.
As the night passed halfway, Li Chuan suddenly awoke with a start.
He instantly got up, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, scanning the surroundings, "Where's that smell of blood coming from?"
Having experienced countless life-and-death situations, Li Chuan was all too familiar with the scent of blood.
He could instantly tell that this was the smell of human blood, not from other creatures.
This area belonged to the Yin-Yang Sect's territory, so logically, there shouldn't be any fighting happening around here in the middle of the night.
Li Chuan gradually approached the stream and discovered that the scent of blood was emanating from the water.
When he looked upstream, he vaguely saw something floating and sinking in the stream, drifting down with the water.
Li Chuan immediately flew into the air, not towards the object in the water, but high into the sky. After confirming there was no danger around, he flew back to the stream. This chapter is updated first at novelping(.)com.
He saw that what was drifting down with the water was a man.
His black and white robes were stained with blood, and he was unconscious, his life or death uncertain.
This was something he could have ignored, but black and white robes were the most formal attire for a Yin-Yang Sect disciple.
The Yin-Yang Sect allowed freedom of dress; no one cared if you wore sect attire or walked around the sect naked.
Generally, only when traveling far or needing to represent the Yin-Yang Sect would people wear sect attire.
And the sect attire came in several styles: white outer with black inner, black outer with white inner, black and white mixed...
This half black, half white style was almost only worn on very important occasions.
"Hey, wake up." Li Chuan fished the man out of the water and found he was still breathing but couldn't wake him.
It seemed his injuries were severe, causing him to fall into a coma.
His divine sense entered the man's Universe Pouch and found the imprint left by the man was as solid as a rock. If he guessed correctly, this fellow disciple was undoubtedly at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Without hesitation, Li Chuan carried the unconscious senior brother and flew towards the Yin-Yang Sect on his sword.
As the saying goes, "A shared honor is a shared gain, a shared loss is a shared pain." Although the Yin-Yang Sect was one of the largest cultivation forces in this world, he was only at a branch sect, far, far away from the main sect.
Incidents at branch sects were not unheard of.
Not just the Yin-Yang Sect, but any major force's branches could encounter trouble.
Li Chuan's pleasant life had just begun, and he didn't want anything to happen to the Minshan Branch Sect.
The taste of Senior Sister Chu Mengyou, even now, left him with endless aftertastes...
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