The departing Ning Wan’er was full of turbulent thoughts.

    Li Muyang, on the other hand, didn’t think about the girl’s inner thoughts at all.

    Although Ning Wan’er’s initiative to bring him medicine had somewhat changed his view of this little green tea, he didn’t care much.

    After returning to his room, Li Muyang sighed as he looked at the girl on the bed who was unconscious and even whimpering in pain, seemingly in great discomfort.

    “That’s why I hate socializing...”

    If it weren’t for Li Yuechan’s arrival, Li Muyang would still be comfortably playing games without all these vexing matters.

    It had been several days since he last played games, so Li Muyang was feeling quite frustrated.

    His cultivation progress had also come to a halt, with the character experience bar on the system interface stuck at 【Li Muyang: Qi Refining Realm Sixth Layer (39%】.

    Mainly because Li Muyang hadn’t eaten high-grade rice for several days, and his spiritual energy hadn’t been replenished.

    He walked to the bedside, looked at the girl’s unconscious and pained profile, and shook his head.

    Then he went to the cabinet and took out a big bowl of spiritual rice.

    After that, Li Muyang poured the high-grade spiritual rice from the bowl into the medicine cauldron and began to refine it.

    High-grade spiritual rice also contained spiritual energy and could be used to refine spiritual liquid.

    However, the efficiency was so low it was almost wasteful.

    The best choice was to exchange high-grade spiritual rice for gold and then use the gold to buy spiritual medicine.

    Li Muyang had roughly inquired about the prices. The silver money he could get for two jin of high-grade spiritual rice was more than enough to remove the remaining demonic energy in Li Yuechan’s body.

    —High-grade spiritual rice was indeed valuable.

    But now Yunxiao City was somewhat chaotic, with Inner Sect disciples and direct disciples flying around and mysterious people causing trouble in the city.

    Li Yuechan’s unfortunate injury was a wake-up call for Li Muyang, making him who was already cautious even less willing to take risks.

    An Outer Sect disciple of unknown origin suddenly took out two jin of high-grade spiritual rice in the territory of the demonic path... that was practically like writing ‘I’m a fat sheep’ on his face.

    Li Muyang didn’t plan to take the risk.

    Anyway, the Endless Spirit Rice Jar could produce two jin of spiritual rice a day, and refining it all could barely make up half a bowl of spiritual liquid. R?

    Refining for a few more days should be enough to cure his sister.

    The Endless Spirit Rice Jar was Li Muyang’s biggest confidence at the moment, so he wasn’t very anxious.

    As for whether Li Yuechan would suffer during these days of delayed treatment...

    Looking at his sister who was still unconscious on the bed, Li Muyang shook his head. He could only say he was powerless to help.

    After all, the two of them weren’t blood siblings, not even siblings at all... Li Muyang was just a soul from another world.

    Theoretically, he had no connection with Li Yuechan at all.

    But this time, the darkness lasted much longer.

    It took about half a minute before the darkness receded around Li Muyang like a receding tide.

    In the gloomy graveyard, pale spirit banners fluttered in the air.

    Amidst the chilling breeze, Li Muyang stood tall among the graves, looking ahead.

    The tombstones and grave mounds were not even as high as his knees, incredibly short.

    Or perhaps it was high...

    Li Muyang lowered his head and saw his own bizarrely long and unsettling lower body, as well as the colorful costume of a female role in traditional Chinese opera that he was wearing.

    Under the dim light, the bright colors of the costume seemed inexplicably terrifying.

    He opened his mouth, but instead of words, a sharp and strange “hiss” of a cold laugh came out, nothing like that of a living creature.

    In the graveyard ahead, a face frozen in terror trembled as it looked towards Li Muyang.

    “No...

    The direct disciple of Elder Qi of the Demon Refining Sect, a young prodigy who had reached the Golden Core realm at a young age, was now trembling with fear.

    Seeing Li Muyang, she screamed as if she had seen a malevolent ghost coming to claim her life.

    “Don’t come any closer... My master is an elder of the Demon Refining Sect...”

    “You can’t harm me. My master won’t let you get away with this!”

    ......

    “Master! Save me! Save me!”

    The woman’s shrill screams spread throughout the room.

    Those guarding by the bed all had somber expressions.

    “She just fell asleep and it’s already here... such a persistent evil spirit!”

    The speaker was Elder Ge Hongshan of the Hall of Enforcement, invited by Elder Qi to lend a hand.

    He looked sternly at the disciple on the bed who was in a deep sleep, crying and begging for mercy, and said,

    “Elder Qi, do not be alarmed. With the four of us here today, we will surely make that evil spirit fail and flee!”

    Ge Hongshan was full of confidence.

    The four people in the room were all elders of the Demon Refining Sect, each holding significant power and possessing extraordinary cultivation.

    Together, they could easily break any common curse or witchcraft!

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