Nangong Jie didn't sense the sword at the back of his head at all. To a Starburst Realm cultivator like him, it was either that the newcomer was an expert manipulator of True Energy who didn't leak any of his energy or that the sword behind him was a high-level weapon. Level 1 was a Taoist object while Level 2 would make it a spiritual object. This sword was at the level of Spirit Sword at the minimum. The gurgling sound of running water rang next to Nangong Jie's ears. He lifted his hands. Sweat was forming on his forehead and he dared not to make any movement. He could feel the skin on the back of his neck tremble from the ice-cold sensation coming from the tip of the sword. Without turning his head, he asked cautiously, "Who are you?" "I'm nobody," Ye Que replied indifferently. "You wield a Spirit Sword and even ambush someone from behind?" Nangong Jie continued, innuendo lacing his words. "That's

"Conquer minds or destroy bodies?" The young lady who came here on a fish stared fixedly at Ye Que as she questioned him curiously. Ye Que stared at the plump goldfish in the air that was shaking its wide tail and displaying its four transparent fins. With a sway or two of its body, it landed on the Grass-pecking Cliff. Then, it transformed into a bulging spice bag with a single shake and automatically hung itself on the young lady's waist. After witnessing this strange scene, Ye Que asked indifferently, "Conquering minds or destroying bodies? You can take it whichever you want." "I think it's conquering minds." The young lady placed a finger to her lips. She encircled Ye Que and then looked at the marks left behind on the ground by the battle earlier. "I spotted your Spirit Sword from afar. If I'm not mistaken, it's one of the 13 Mother and Children of Spring and Autumn Swords recorded in the Million Swords Registry." "Judging

"That Three-eyed Spirit Deer belongs to us." Even though Li Jianqi was her idol, Nalan Rongruo was never one to yield when it came to principles. "The Spirit Deer was left on the ground without anyone picking it up. Since I picked it up, naturally it's mine," Li Jianqi said righteously. "Besides, you caught this deer for food. I didn't say that I'm going to eat it alone. Everyone's free to join." "If anyone's eating it, it's ours," Nalan Rongruo replied stubbornly. "Let's just say the deer is yours, alright?" Li Jianqi rolled her eyes. "So are you eating or not?" "Of course! Whoever doesn't eat it is an idiot." "I have never eaten this deer before." Their Spiritual Force was fluctuating after spending a good 15 minutes running for their lives. Nalan Rongruo and her fellow disciples had depleted nearly all of their Spiritual Force. This Three-eyed Spirit Deer was exactly what they needed

The night was so dark that there wasn't even a ray of moonlight. The only light source was the dim stars in the sky. The campsite that they hastily found was a canvas of darkness. This place seemed even darker than the wasteland around them. Silence persisted. The only noise was the faint sound of breathing. The group had changed their campsite three times in a single night. Even if their bodies were made of iron, they would inevitably go hungry. Out of the blue, a sniffling sound came from afar. It didn't sound like the wolves were trying to ambush them but the person on guarding duty was still nervous. Ye Que opened his eyes momentarily before shutting them again. Soon, the sound became closer and it became clear who it was. It was the independent female disciple from the Silent Monastery. She was still riding her plump goldfish but the fish appeared to be in a miserable condition. Half of its gold

It didn't take long for the temperature in the dark wasteland to drop tremendously low. The wind never ceased. Though the gusts weren't terribly cold, they could pierce the depths of the body through the crevices of clothing like fine strands of hair and gradually rob the body of its warmth. After evading yet another cracking on the ground, Ye Que's group finally detected something unusual. The Eldest Senior Brother of the Seven Sabers Sect of Qingqiu, Yan Ziyue, stared into the distance with a frown. Looking past the sparse and short shrubs, he could vaguely see some shadows moving. "Something's wrong. Let's not set up camp first. Send a few people to scout out the place," Yan Ziyue said, sounding a little uncertain. "Senior Brother Yan, did you notice something?" Lin Xibei from the Incense Fragrance Valley of Qingqiu turned his head to look around. "Better safe than sorry. It's never wrong to be mo