Still grateful

  The monks were indeed ruthless, but those rainbow-colored butterfly-like creatures were not easy to mess with either. Now these butterflies were no longer stuck on the stone wall like before, waiting to be slaughtered, but instead flew down in a flurry, dancing and swirling around the monks.

  Xu Ziqing compared to these individual cultivators, can be said to have "no 'butterfly catching' skills", can only stand under the smoke gun, do his best to observe the battle, in order to learn some superficial knowledge, so that he can ponder it when cultivating in the future. With this decision made, looking at the butterfly battle again, he was able to calm down and focus, the previous fear also disappeared instantly.

  Suddenly he heard someone let out a mournful cry of "Ah", and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

  It turned out that this colorful butterfly was not an ordinary butterfly, it had two sharp teeth in its mouth, but whoever accidentally got stained by it would be bitten off a piece of flesh!

  Xu Ziqing followed the cry and saw a young man in yellow shirt with a grey butterfly on his arm, his face twitching with pain.

  That young man stretched out his hand to pull down the gray butterfly, but unfortunately, he had already been bitten and was bleeding profusely. The wound was spurting out black blood, and his entire arm was shrouded in a dark glow, as if the toxic blood was about to surge upwards and invade his heart meridians! By then, it would be too late to save him.

  However, in this situation, the yellow-shirted youth was unable to withdraw his hand to treat his injury, and others were also struggling to support themselves, let alone lend a helping hand. Seeing that he was in extreme danger, Xu Ziqing didn't think twice, exerting all his might to attach the little spiritual energy he had onto his body surface, and immediately rushed out, pulling the youth down from the smoke gun!

  Xu Ziqing was not a reckless and arrogant person, but because he recognized this young man, he absolutely could not bear to see him die. He still remembered that when he first entered the secret realm, he encountered a striped snake demon and almost lost his life. At that time, it was precisely this young man who unintentionally saved his life. Xu Ziqing had received his kindness and should repay it.

  The young man in yellow shirt was frozen all over due to the poisonous blood, and he thought it was hopeless. Unexpectedly, someone pulled him and stumbled into a relatively safe place. He looked up and saw that it was a small boy with an unfamiliar face, who seemed to be a few years younger than himself.

  "Thank you for saving me." The young man in yellow also knew his manners, but unfortunately, he only managed to say this one sentence before becoming completely exhausted and unable to utter another word.

  Xu Ziqing saw the situation and was also a bit flustered. He thought for a moment, then said: "I think that gray butterfly contains highly toxic venom, your arm is injured, the poison is likely to...". He seemed to recall something, and added: "This young master, since things have come to this point, why not cut off the tail to save life? I once saw a kind of milk-white dan medicine, which can regenerate skin and stop bleeding, with remarkable effect."

  He had little experience, and at the time he only saw Xu Zifeng deliver the elixir to Xu Chengwu. Xu Chengwu's arm was almost broken before, but in a short period of time, it recovered as before, which was very magical. At this moment, the young man saw that the poisonous blood was attacking his heart, and Xu Zi Qing thought of it, so he naturally wanted to tell him.

  The young man in yellow understood that his eyes had been somewhat dull before, but now he showed a hint of clarity. He struggled to take out a dagger, extremely sharp, as if it could cut through iron like mud. However, it couldn't be considered a magic weapon, although it had a bit of spiritual light, it was only close to being a magic weapon.

  His hand was shaking, the dagger fell to the ground, and he said: "I am now unable to move, I have to trouble you to cut off my arm and scrape off the skin and flesh on my shoulder."

  Xu Ziqing was taken aback, but he didn't expect this matter to fall on his head. However, the young man in yellow shirt was indeed drenched in cold sweat, stiff and unable to move, while others had no time... Xu Ziqing gritted his teeth and picked up the dagger.

  Now the matter of Huang Shan's young man is imminent, and even if Xu Zi Qing has never seen blood, he can't help it.

  Taking a deep breath, Xu Ziqing mobilized his spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, grasped the right hand of the yellow-shirted youth, and swung his dagger with force, "Slash!"

  His arm fell off at the root, revealing a forest of white bones on his shoulder. The young man in yellow was in so much pain that he convulsed all over, but his strength seemed to have suddenly returned, and he pulled out a strip of cloth to tie around his shoulder, stopping the bleeding.

  Xu Ziqing took another close look at the broken arm, and saw that it had almost completely turned black, with only a small amount of healthy flesh remaining near the shoulder. It seemed that if he waited for just a moment longer, the poison would spread past the shoulder and rush into his brain.

  Luckily, luckily.

  The young man in yellow shirt swallowed a pill, his complexion improved a lot, and he looked at Xu Ziqing: "Thank you very much, if it wasn't for your righteous rescue, I would have lost my life."

  "You've thanked me enough, no need to be so polite." Xu Ziqing saw that he had already forgotten himself and didn't speak clearly. He just smiled slightly and pointed the dagger at the severed arm, "I'll help you cut off the poisoned blood and flesh?"

  The young man in yellow shirt spoke softly: "So... thank you."

  Xu Ziqing grasped the arm at a spot where it was still intact, and with his dagger, he scraped off the rotten flesh that had begun to stink. The poison didn't seem to have penetrated into the bone, so the bones were still snow-white, without any signs of corrosion. On the other side, the young man in yellow also let out a sigh of relief.

  Before long, the rotten flesh on his arm was scraped off, leaving only one intact and undamaged hand bone.

  At this time, the young man in yellow stopped bleeding, reached out to pick up the hand bone and put it into his storage bag. Then he took out a small bottle of about the size of a little finger made of emerald jade and handed it to Xu Ziqing: "You saved my life, these five grains of Bu Gu Dan are just a token of gratitude."

  Xu Ziqing was taken aback, but he didn't accept it. He had originally returned his feelings, how could he accept his gratitude gift? So he pushed it away, saying: "It's just a small effort, don't make such a big deal out of it."

  The young man in yellow didn't expect that Xu Ziqing would actually refuse. The two of them weren't even from the same family, and this was a life-saving favor - not to mention just a few pills of spiritual medicine, but even if he wanted one of his magical artifacts, it would be acceptable. Who would have thought that this young man not only didn't try to take advantage of the situation for personal gain, but instead pushed him away? Did he have an even greater plan in mind, or was he truly this magnanimous?

  Xu Ziqing was rather helpless, but the medicine couldn't be taken back, so he had to explain the situation: "Young master may not remember, on the first day we entered the secret realm, I almost got hurt by a striped snake, it was you and your brother who caught that snake, which allowed me to narrowly escape with my life. Today's matter is just repaying what happened back then, there's no need to worry about it."

  The young man in yellow finally realized. That day, he only sent a thin gift to his brother, and naturally, he would have driven away the person who was almost buried in the snake's mouth and had weak spiritual power. He didn't think that now there would be a return. Since it was so, he accepted the Qi-repelling pill. It was just a matter of not owing each other anything, but from this matter, one could glimpse his character, and if they were to meet again in the future, they might be able to interact with each other.

  "That's it." He said, "I am Wei Wulang of the Wei family, named Wei Qing, what is your name?"

  Xu Ziqing also cupped his hands: "I am Xu Ziqing, just a miscellaneous servant in the Xu family's Hundred Herb Garden."

  When Wei Qing heard Xu Zi Qing's identity, he couldn't help but be surprised. He took a closer look at Xu Zi Qing's clothes and found them to be simple and plain, yet the way he spoke showed great composure, not like someone who had been doing manual labor for years. Moreover, this young boy was able to enter Lin Yuan Secret Realm with a quota, how could he be of such low status? Wei Qing didn't think that the boy would have any need to lie, and even if it were a lie, it would be too exaggerated.

  No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out what was going on. Wei Qing's nature had always been straightforward, so she didn't dwell on it. Whoever came and went, that person would be the one; their identity didn't matter much either way.

  Xu Ziqing had not seen Wei Qing before, and there was a look of disdain in his eyes. He couldn't help but admire the education of the Wei family. Since he was called the fifth son of the Wei family, he should be from the direct line of descent. He had also met Tian Liang, the eldest son of the Tian family. If compared to this person, it's really a difference between heaven and earth.

  The two of them stopped talking at this point and didn't say much more. Neither of them had a way to join the battle, so they could only watch separately.

  But what Xu Zi Qing and Wei Qing said was just a small interlude, the battle between Fang's crowd of cultivators and the Seven-Colored Butterfly was still extremely intense.

  These monks gradually became familiar with the butterfly's offensive route and got a little handy, so they no longer fell behind in battle, but instead turned to be evenly matched.

  Only to see Xue Zifeng spin around and wield his sword, the gray butterflies around him falling rapidly, just like autumn leaves withering, and a strong wind sweeping the ground. Meng Wanjin and Tian Tao were even more frenzied, their two families having lost dozens of people, all of whom were outstanding young men, how could they not be filled with regret and difficulty!

  In an instant, the gray butterflies were killed or injured in large numbers. Suddenly, a large cluster of gray clouds floated out from the depths of the cave, and the butterflies' heads and tails were connected, forming a continuous sheet, one after another, layer upon layer.

  Killing one only to have more come, even if those cultivators had grasped the method of killing butterflies, they still couldn't help but produce some desperate thoughts. When the spiritual energy path has an end, if the spiritual energy in the dantian is exhausted, it's likely that this cave will be their burial ground!

  Xu Ziqing held his breath, his eyes fixed on Old He. He knew that at this moment he was entirely dependent on this capable man's protection; the rifle might be formidable, but it still needed someone to operate it. If anything happened to Old He, Xu Ziqing would certainly not come out unscathed either. Moreover, the old man had always been kind to him, and he couldn't help but feel concern in his heart.

  Fortunately, He Guanshi's lifespan was nearing its end, but his spiritual power was still quite strong. When he killed the butterfly, it wasn't with a fatal blow, but rather to protect himself. So at this point, he still looked full of energy. However, his brow was furrowed, as if he too were worried about the current situation in the cave.

  All the cultivators have now fallen into the Seven-Colored Butterfly Vase, but this butterfly is clearly not a ruthless and deadly creature. Why do they all show such a fierce and fearless attitude? Are they having trouble themselves or are they simply blocking the path of these cultivators? If it's not necessary, even if it's a demon beast like this, it doesn't have to be so hard on so many cultivators.

  There are always many clever people in this world, and after being with Huī Dié for a long time, they also have some thoughts of their own.

  Xu Zifeng had previously been plotted against by the demon beast and was not resigned to it. After killing a batch of gray butterflies, he calmed down instead and restored his clear-headed state.

  These gray butterflies are as numerous as floating cotton seeds, but they are all just child butterflies. However, the child butterflies fill a cave, where has the mother butterfly gone?

  The leader of the Seven-Colored Butterfly is actually just a female butterfly. If we can kill her, the others will collapse on their own. Since all the butterflies are fluttering around in the cave and didn't encounter anything else when they came in, then the location of the mother butterfly must be...

  Xu Zifeng spun around and killed another butterfly in mid-air, then dived straight into the depths of the cave!

  Author has something to say: Thanks a lot for the two hand grenades sent by Lazy Baby today, muah~

  However, Draft Box still remains steadfast and unshakeable, even an iron shovel can't move it XDDDD~

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