Little Wei was even more confused.
Why?
Could it be that Si would later tattle on her to his wife?
How terrifying.
Little Wei decided she’d better treat Si a little nicer from now on.
“Do you want lamb or pork?” Little Wei asked warmly.
“Human flesh,” Si replied.
Little Wei: QAQ.
“That perverted request of yours is hard to satisfy,” Little Wei retorted, but then she spotted a group of people under a tree being attacked by ox-like spirit beasts.
At first, she considered ignoring them—after all, they hadn’t noticed her.
But then Si spoke up.
“Host.”
“Hmm?” Little Wei was puzzled.
“Do me a favor and save these people,” Si said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.
“Any reward?” Little Wei smirked. Did she look like free labor?
“They’re from the Liu family.”
Si’s words hit like a killing blow, nearly making Little Wei stumble.
The Liu family?
Impressive. They must be quite capable to be active between the inner and middle zones. The people below were probably direct descendants of the Liu family.
Little Wei formed a hand seal, and under her invisibility cloak, her petite figure transformed into that of an elegant, tall woman.
A master should look the part—tall and imposing.
Those ox-headed spirit beasts were as good as dead.
She withdrew her invisibility cloak and swung her sword downward.
Crescent Moon Light Slash.
It was a sword technique the original owner had learned long ago, channeling spiritual energy into the weapon for maximum effect.
But Little Wei didn’t need to expend any energy—this staff already held immense power and had been absorbing the world’s spiritual energy since her arrival.
The sudden attack startled the group, and they scrambled back, only to see a graceful woman standing in the forest. The spiritual energy from her slash carved a massive trench into the ground, shaking leaves from the trees. The spirit beasts’ heads rolled into the trench, dead before they even realized what had happened.
Si clicked his tongue.
“Number one environmental destroyer, huh?”
“Shut up, or I’ll bite you to death,” Little Wei snapped, her face flushing with embarrassment.
It wasn’t easy for her to unleash such a grand move. Otherwise, her fans might think she was always a zero.
She was just reclaiming her glory—Si knew nothing.
Gracefully landing, Little Wei surveyed the small group. They were in rough shape—only ten remained.
Their clothes were torn, clearly survivors of some desperate escape.
“Thank you, Senior,” said the leading woman, Liu Ruo, her eyes sharp with gratitude as she bowed respectfully.
Little Wei waved it off, unbothered.
“Where are you headed?” she asked casually.
If they were going to the outer zone, that would be troublesome. Few dared to venture into the inner circle.
Liu Ruo sighed.
“There were thirty of us originally, but we encountered a savage demon tiger near the inner zone’s border. It had thousands of years of cultivation, and though we were cautious, it attacked relentlessly. We barely escaped its territory, only to stumble into the domain of the Crimson Cloud Oxen.”
“If not for you, Senior, we might have…” Liu Ruo shuddered, unable to finish the thought.
Flying oxen with terrifying speed—there was no way they could’ve outrun them.
“I see. But why go to the inner zone in the first place? You know how dangerous it is, right?” Little Wei couldn’t fathom it.
Were cultivators just suicidal these days?
Not a good trend.
“We had no choice,” Liu Ruo explained. “Our family head was poisoned. Only the Autumn Vine and Hundred-Scent Flower from Sunset Forest can cure him. That’s why we hired so many people.”
Her voice was heavy with guilt—the fallen had been their strongest, holding the line so the rest could escape.
“Autumn Vine and Hundred-Scent Flower?”
Little Wei recalled reading about them in the archives. They were indeed antidotes—but for the rarest, most vicious poisons, the kind that devoured cultivation and spiritual energy.
Her storage bracelet had no pills containing those ingredients. She had other remedies, but poison required precise treatment.
“Since you’ve come this far, why not press on? You must have a map. I’ve got nothing better to do—I’ll accompany you.”
Liu Ruo blinked in surprise. Though that last attack had seemed a bit underwhelming, it had instantly killed Crimson Cloud Oxen. This woman had to be at least at the Nascent Soul stage—maybe even Divine Transformation.
The Autumn Vine and Hundred-Scent Flower weren’t in the deepest part of the inner zone. With a powerhouse like this, they stood a real chance.
A glimmer of hope lit Liu Ruo’s eyes.
“Then Liu Ruo thanks you, Senior.”
Little Wei glanced at the severely wounded behind her and tossed them a bottle of pills.
“Take these.”
Liu Ruo checked the pills’ quality and nearly gasped—they were fifth-grade elixirs.
Nowadays, what they use in daily life is, at most, fourth-grade items—and even those are reserved for family heads.
Fourth-grade items would typically be wielded by the leaders of second-tier sects at the very least.
And here they were, casually pulling them out, leaving Liu Ruo utterly envious.
Once they had regrouped, Little Wei led the party deeper into the forest.
With a Divine Transformation-stage expert by their side, they moved with confidence—though they still had to stay alert to their surroundings. If they were poisoned by the local flora, resolving it wouldn’t be easy.
After all, few ventured into the inner reaches of Sunset Forest, so the toxins here were poorly understood, and the antidotes they carried might not work against them.
“Is it around here?” the group asked as they reached the edge of a murky swamp. Little Wei glanced at the vines hanging from the trees on the opposite side, surprised by how challenging this task had become.
“Yes. Outside, these are priceless treasures—rarely available at any cost. That’s why we have to take the risk,” Liu Ruo replied, her expression stiffening.
Little Wei picked up a stone from the ground and tossed it toward the other side. The moment it crossed over the swamp, it plummeted straight down.
Tch.
No wonder the swamp was littered with the floating corpses of birds and beasts—the gravitational force above it was intense.
Liu Ruo hadn’t expected this either.
Meanwhile, Little Wei turned her attention to the staff.
She rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
The staff shrank back slightly.
“Are you scared of this?” Little Wei asked.
“It’s not fear—it just hates getting dirty,” Si said, both amused and exasperated.
“You can understand what the sword is saying?” Little Wei was genuinely surprised Si had such an ability.
“Of course. I have the most advanced translator here. Doesn’t matter if it’s a sword—even if a corpse had something to say, I could interpret it.”
Little Wei: ???
Corpses can talk?
Ugh… that’s terrifying.
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