Chapter 37: Familiar Back

is a den of thieves. There must be layers of traps waiting for Wang Ge to walk right into them!"Su Xiaoshi said, she didn't want Wang Xuan to go die for nothing."Brother Su, knowing this is a suicide...Inside, the attic is incredibly simple. From the outside it looks like two floors, but inside there's only one floor. There's a table, four chairs, a stone bed, and a wall painting. The furnishings are as basic as they come.

One can't see what makes this Stone Pavilion so special or powerful.

Making sure there was no danger, Wang Xuan immediately hugged the woman and walked into the attic, laying her gently on the stone bed.

Then close your doors. 。"Do you have any spare clothes" the woman in the white dress asked. Her clothes were completely soaked through, clinging to her uncomfortably and looking unsightly. 。"I can't use martial arts right now, I can't open the storage ring" 。 。Although the boy was still young, living alone as a man and woman in this stone pavilion after fleeing was always a little strange. 。The woman in white had never imagined that, with her cultivation and status, there would come a day when she would have to ask a young martial cultivator for help. 。Wang Xuan's micro-point first, the high-end storage device anti-theft is stronger, but opening will also be more difficult. 。He took out a black martial robe from his storage pouch and threw it to the woman. 。With a strained effort, she caught the long robe. She glanced at the young man, who then turned away and faced her back. 。

The strong woman, Wei Mo, now that it was dark, the evil spirit's energy was about to spread here. She naturally couldn't let the young man leave the attic anymore.

and Wang Xuan wouldn't look, although the woman was the most beautiful he had seen since falling to this lower realm, even in the ancestral realm, she was a rare and extraordinary beauty

It's not that Mu Qingyue is truly inferior in beauty to the other woman. It's just a matter of different styles. Mu Qingyue still has some youthful innocence, while this woman exudes an air of elegance and nobility. Having long resided in a position of power, her dignified bearing is undeniably intoxicating like poison, capable of enthralling men. 。

"Brother, why do you always think of yourself as having been exiled to the lower realms"

The voice of the little spirit rang in my mind. 。Wang Xuan's expression flickered, what did that mean"Could it be that brother can't return to his former state of three souls because he once lacked a soul, leading to an incomplete personality and arrogance, or could it be that he has recovered his memories from his past life" 。

"The little book spirit seemed to be speaking to Wang Xuan, but also as if talking to herself,"

Wang Xuan was astonished. The little book spirit had already discussed this matter with him for the second time. The last time was in the Yaomai Valley. 。"Could it be that the once-blackwater city wastrel was myself" Wang Xuan felt a strange sensation in his heart. Mu Qingyue had taken care of this damned bastard for two years, and it really was himself, just with a fragmented soul and foolish for two years 。The spirit of the Empty Tome wouldn't just bring this up out of the blue. 。Unfortunately, the little book was silent again and didn't give him a definite answer. 。At that moment, a rustling sound of fabric came from the bed behind her, obviously the stunningly beautiful and powerful woman was changing clothes behind her. 。

It doesn't matter, thinking too much is useless.

Black air surged outside the window, but it stopped at the window and didn't enter the attic. An invisible force kept it out.

Wang Xuan looked out the window at the world, faintly able to see many evil eyes lighting up, staring coldly and menacingly towards the attic. 。Wang Xuan closed the attic window. 。

'Boom, boom...'

The ground trembled violently, like an incredibly tall giant was walking past the attic. Every step it took shook the mountains and rivers.

Even in the attic, Wang Xuan still felt an immense sense of pressure. 。I have changed it. 。A melodious female voice rang out from behind. 。Wang Xuen turned around, but saw the woman wearing his martial robe, sitting on the bed. The hem of her skirt revealed a small section of her white jade calf, her crystalline and translucent jade feet, ten round toes like pearls were extremely charming and adorable. 。The wide black robe could not hide her graceful curves, giving her an unusual beauty. 。Under the gaze of the young boy, the woman's pale jade face lowered slightly, and she was still quite worried in her heart. 。

Even if he wasn't truly a Buddhist disciple, now that he was temporarily safe, and it was just the two of them alone, with his cultivation temporarily unusable, it was a great test of the young man's willpower.

"He's going to..." The woman was startled, the boy's hand slowly reaching out toward her. 。The woman was both shocked and angry. She had originally trusted the young man's character because he didn't give off an impression of being bad 。

But at this moment, if the young man wants to take advantage of her inability to use her martial arts and humiliate her, even if he risks self-destruction, she would drag him down with her.

The woman closed her eyes. As long as the young man dared to touch her, she would immediately activate the Qi Sea Origin and Soul Sea. As soon as the Qi Sea Origin and Soul Sea collided, it would be the martial cultivator's strongest attack. 。

Wang Xuan couldn't know how many thoughts the woman had in this moment. Seeing her close her eyes, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, but his hand reached out beside the woman and picked up her dress.

Then, she turned and walked to the table and chairs, hanging her damp garments one by one on the stone chair. 。Women's clothes are so complicated, four chairs aren't enough to dry them, and they're even piled on the table. 。Wang Xuan again took out a pile of clothes from Bai Feng's storage bag and threw them on the ground, lighting them with a fire starter to start a bonfire. 。Bai Feng and Changgong Qingyan still had some Yuan Stones in their storage bags, with a total of 50,000 for the two. Including their spirit materials, they should have around 70,000 lower-grade Yuan Stones. 。Back then, in the valley, I picked up so many storage pouches belonging to the Nie family, and the total amount of spirit stones was only over ten thousand. 。Wang Xuan took out a fiery red spirit fruit and ate it, unaware that he had already taken a trip to the gates of hell. 。Hearing the sound of "crunch, crunch", the strong woman on the bed opened her eyes. She saw the young man sitting by the bonfire, eating the fire jade fruit like an apple, and her clothes were drying on the table beside the fire. 。The strong woman raised an eyebrow in surprise, then her stunning face broke into a smile. Her voice softened as she said: "Thank you" 。Wang Xuan's face was calm, his eyes fixed on the mural. It depicted a man with a sword standing on a mountain peak, his head reaching for the starry sky, and beneath him, black wind swirled around his feet. The tip of his sword pointed at a kneeling black dog. 。

"Who is this person With just a painting of him, the residual sword intent not only blocked the evil spirit's energy but also intimidated the outside demons from entering the pavilion"

Wang Xuan stared at the portrait. For some reason, the longer he looked, the more familiar it felt.

The woman smiled gently: "I didn't expect you little guy to even see the sword intent in this painting." 。"To know, she came over the past two days and checked for a long time before confirming that it was the power of this painting that protected the entire stone pavilion." 。As for the person in the painting, she naturally has no idea. 。But she noticed something magical: this attic seemed to have been built less than a hundred years ago, which was very puzzling. 。The woman gazed at the starry sky in the painting, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "My name is Xinghua, what's yours"Wang Xuan tossed a fruit pit into the bonfire, his gaze falling on the black mountain wind in the painting. "Black Wind" 。"Xinghua frowned, feigning displeasure: "You used a pseudonym..." 。"Lying only begets more lies. " 。"Wang Xuan uttered a dismissive remark, turned his back, and sat cross-legged. " 。

Having reached the peak of the Xuan Yuan realm, he needed to consolidate his cultivation and temper his body. He couldn't delay any longer.

"Wasteful fellow, do you know the value of that fire jade fruit" Xinghua interjected, hoping to glean some information about the boy from his words. 。

The young man ignored her!

"Never before has anyone dared to ignore this seat!"

Xing Hua became increasingly upset. 。In the Xuanwu Kingdom, she asked which martial artist wasn't respectful and reported their name, but now they were being ignored by a young boy. 。"Humph" 。Xinghua let out a soft hum and turned to lie on the bed, her back facing the young man. Her curvaceous figure was particularly alluring, especially her slender waist and round hips. 。If a powerful person were to see this star painter's defiant look at this moment, they would probably be astonished. 。Overpowering one side, strong as she was, could there also be a side that was delicate and cuteStarhua, who hadn't realized her own awkwardness yet, slightly raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of strangeness in her phoenix eyes. She suddenly turned back again, looking at the boy's back. 。"He's cultivating in a secluded place, very steadily" The young man's aura and blood qi fluctuations clearly indicated that he was at a crucial moment in his martial arts cultivation. Xinghua mumbled to herself in her heart, feeling inexplicably nervous for the young man. She didn't make a single sound, afraid of disturbing him. 。"I care about him because... he's not even my disciple. Perhaps it's because he saved me" 。Xinghua shook her head secretly, a smile playing on her lips. Her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity. This was already twenty breaths, wasn't it The highest record holder in their sect was sixty-nine breaths. 。He persisted for so long, his perseverance and mindset were already quite remarkable. Perhaps he could hold on until the twenty-ninth breath. 。"Stars are expectant, curious about how much pressure the Black Wind can endure during its solidification training..."e Sect, did not stop his steps nor did he show any intention of retreating.He cast a protective shield of Yuan light, stepping steadily through the magma-like purple flames. This celestial fire was as...