Chapter 7 - Six: The Red Luan Celestial Scripture

On the second day, as the sky grew bright,

Zhong Laoye slept on a bed of dry leaves, with a long sword trembling at his throat. The wielder of this sword was none other than the Purple Mist Fairy.

As dawn broke, it was the Purple Mist Fairy who woke first. Upon awakening, she found herself in the embrace of an old man. Sensing the pain in her lower body, she quickly dressed and retrieved a long sword, pointing it at the old man's throat.

To this day, the Purple Mist Fairy still did not know the name of this man. Biting her lower lip, tears unconsciously streamed down her face. The initial panic had subsided, replaced by hesitationshould she strike?

Looking at the bloodstain on the old man's lower body, the Purple Mist Fairy ultimately couldn't bring herself to act. After a careful examination, she realized his cultivation potential was poor. Perhaps he wouldn't live much longer anyway. Mortal lives were short; he would perish soon enough. Besides, he had saved her.

With a deep gaze at the old man, the Purple Mist Fairy stepped on a purple cloud and flew away.

Looking back, for some unknown reason, the Purple Mist Fairy waved her hand, covering the old man with his clothes. Furthermore, she scattered many stones around him, forming a small array to ward off poisonous insects and snakes. The Purple Mist Fairy didn't understand why she did this. In her heart, she knew she would never see him again. If he were to be bitten to death by venomous creatures, wouldn't that be better? Why did she still help him?

With a complicated heart, the Purple Mist Fairy soon disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the second day that Zhong Laoye woke up. Startled to find himself naked, he hastily dressed. Seeing the trace of blood below him, Zhong Laoye frowned and immediately recalled everything that had happened before.

The Purple Mist Fairy?

With the lady vanished, Zhong Laoye took a moment to compose himself. However, he couldn't shake off the strange feeling regarding the Purple Mist Fairy. Why did fate bring them together so coincidentally? The Kaiyang Sect... why did it all seem so peculiar?

Once dressed, Zhong Laoye picked up his dragon-headed cane, relieved to find it still with him. With a gentle twist of the dragon's head, his treasured possession, the red bead, appeared from within the dragon's mouth.

After securing it, Zhong Laoye glanced around. The ground was littered with debris, and not far away lay a broken blade.

Chapter end