The original repairer

Chapter 286 Nosy

The sixteenth peak of Qingming Mountain is guarded by a flying bat as the demon king.

The Sixteenth Peak is filled with miasma, and few cultivators come here to search for spiritual objects.

The sun is particularly scorching today, and the concentration of miasma in the mountains seems to have decreased. Two monks, one male and one female, came from the territory of the sixteenth peak of Qingming Mountain.

The male cultivator was tall and slender, carrying two swords on his back, wearing a face-covering hat and a black robe.

The female cultivator wore a red shirt and a silk skirt, with her hair tied up and a hairpin inserted. She held a magical instrument that emitted a soft light. This magical instrument was inherited from her family and had a special ability to sense spiritual objects.

They stepped into the territory of the sixteenth peak cautiously. Although the concentration of miasma had decreased, it was still not to be underestimated.

The male cultivator walked in front, his black robe fluttering in the wind. With every step he took, he carefully used his spiritual power to detect the movements around him.

The female cultivator followed closely behind, her eyes fixed on the light on the top of the staff. The frequency and direction of the flashing light indicated the location of the spiritual object.

"Brother, according to the induction of this magic weapon, the Tasong mushroom should be nearby." The female cultivator said softly, her voice as pleasant as a clear spring in the mountains, but with a hint of nervousness.

The male cultivator nodded slightly, his eyes becoming more alert.

They were walking through a tangled forest. The trees around them were all strangely shaped, and their branches looked like twisted arms, as if blocking their way.

Suddenly, the male cultivator stopped and gestured for silence. The female cultivator's heart tightened, and she also stopped immediately, listening carefully to the surrounding movements.

There was a slight hissing sound, as if something was moving through the grass.

The male cultivator slowly drew the twin swords from his back, their blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The female cultivator also gripped her magical weapon tightly, slowly infusing it with spiritual power, ready to strike at any moment.

After a while, a monster that looked like a lizard but was huge in size jumped out from the grass. Its body was covered with black scales and its eyes emitted a faint green light.

Seeing this, the male cultivator rushed forward without hesitation, and swung his two swords, creating a shadow and slashing towards the monster.

The monster twisted its body flexibly to avoid the male cultivator's attack, then opened its bloody mouth and sprayed a stream of green venom towards the male cultivator.

The male cultivator flashed and leaped backwards, and the venom splashed onto the ground, making a "sizzling" corrosive sound.

The female cultivator seized the opportunity to swing her magical instrument, sending a beam of white light shooting towards the monster. The monster roared in anger after being struck by the light, but it wasn't seriously hurt. It turned and pounced towards the female cultivator at an extremely fast speed.

The male cultivator shouted loudly and rushed forward again. He crossed his swords and swung them, and a spiritual blade flew towards the monster.

The monster felt the threat from behind and had to change direction and fight with the male cultivator again.

The female cultivator took this opportunity to concentrate on sensing the location of the Tasong mushroom. She closed her eyes and used her heart to feel the guidance of the magic tool.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her eyes filled with surprise. She walked quickly in one direction and found several faintly glowing pine mushrooms under a relatively hidden mountain wall.

She squatted down carefully, took out special tools from her storage bag, and prepared to pick.

On the other hand, the male cultivator, after a fierce battle, finally found the monster's weakness.

He seized the opportunity and fiercely stabbed the monster's abdomen with both swords. The monster struggled a few times before falling to the ground motionless. The male cultivator wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to walk towards the female cultivator.

When he saw that the female cultivator had found the Tasong mushroom, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Junior sister, we have made quite a harvest this time. This Tasun Mushroom is the main medicine to cure Daoist Fellow Shixiong. This time he can be saved." The male cultivator said happily.

The female cultivator nodded slightly and put the picked pine mushrooms into the storage bag.

"Brother, let's leave here as soon as possible. The Sixteenth Peak is still too dangerous." The female cultivator said with a smile.

The male cultivator agreed and turned around to move forward when he heard a rapid sound of breaking wind behind him.

puff!

A sword tip pierced through his chest. The male cultivator looked down at the sword tip. He had been hunting monsters for a year and a half, and he had saved up enough spirit stones to buy this flying sword as a gift to his junior sister.

Now it has become his own deadly weapon. His heart is filled with sorrow and his eyes are wide open in disbelief.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at his junior sister behind him, his eyes full of questions and confusion. The female cultivator's face was expressionless, her eyes as cold as a bottomless pool.

“Junior sister… why… why…” Blood continued to flow out of the male cultivator’s mouth, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The female cultivator gently drew out her flying sword, and the male cultivator's body leaned forward. She said expressionlessly, "Brother, don't blame me. Shixiong needs more than just the Tasong Spiritual Mushroom. He needs something else."

The male cultivator's eyes widened. He could never have imagined that his junior sister, who had been with him for many years and was as close as a brother, would actually plot against him so cruelly for another person.

He wanted to say something, blood foam came out of his mouth, but in the end he could only make a vague sound.

In the distance, a flying boat was rapidly descending. In a moment, a monk in a gray robe and blue shirt got off the flying boat and waved his hand to put away the flying boat.

The female cultivator was rummaging through the male cultivator's body, trying to find the item her lover needed.

He was frightened when he found a cultivator of unknown level standing in front of him.

She stood up hurriedly, holding the blood-stained flying sword tightly in her hand, and looked at the person in front of her vigilantly.

The monk in gray robe and blue shirt looked at the bloody scene expressionlessly, without any fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was accustomed to such things.

"Who are you? Don't meddle in my business!" The female cultivator asked with forced calmness, but her voice still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The gray-robed and blue-shirted monk didn't answer her question. He simply glanced at the dying male cultivator on the ground, then looked at the storage bag in the female cultivator's hand, and slowly said, "The lickspittle will eventually die of brain damage!"

"Who are you calling a dog?"

The female cultivator was so angry that she didn't care that she couldn't see the gray-robed monk's cultivation level. She pinched her fingers and urged the flying sword to attack the gray-robed monk.

Ding!

hum!hum!hum!

The gray-robed monk flicked his finger, and the rapidly flying sword was deflected away. After turning dozens of times, it stuck in the rocks more than ten feet away, shaking continuously.

"You!~~" the female cultivator said in a trembling voice. She found herself fixed in place, panicking and sweating profusely.

The gray-robed monk took out a healing pill and stuffed it into the man's mouth. He said with disdain, "You two are the only ones here within a few hundred miles. I just wanted to ask for directions. As for the lickspittle you mentioned, if you think you are one, then so be it. You are so unruly. Asking you won't get any good results. Leave!"

The gray-robed monk retracted his domain, and in an instant, the female monk moved freely, her face pale, and fear in her eyes as she retreated repeatedly.

He turned around and took off into the air, flying away quickly. In a few breaths, he disappeared from sight.

A moment later, the male cultivator lying on the ground struggled to get up and said in thanks: "Thank you very much for your help, senior. I cannot repay your kindness. But I really don't understand why you saved me?" The male cultivator endured the severe pain in his chest, his eyes full of confusion.