I’ve Reloaded the Save File! [Transmigration] 43

43: Provocation

Xuan Min observed the battlefield situation while silently using his divine sense to pay attention to Zuo Wuyi, wanting to find out what they were talking about.

Just as Xuan Min’s divine sense covered them, Mo Xiao and Zuo Wuyi both sensed it at the same time. The expressions on their faces changed slightly, and their smiles immediately stopped.

“Senior Sister, let’s continue to kill the demonic beasts. If this continues, we will win soon, and then we can go back and have a good rest,” Xuan Min was still useful now, so Zuo Wuyi did not directly turn hostile, but pretended that she had not noticed anything.

“Mhm,” Mo Xiao understood Zuo Wuyi’s meaning, drew her spirit sword, and did not continue their previous conversation.

Although Yun He felt that the end of their conversation was a bit abrupt, she did not ask much, but took this opportunity to increase her combat experience. Yun He believed that as long as she was strong enough, no one would dare to deceive her!

Mo Xiao’s participation had a limited impact on the battle, but one must not forget that at this time, the mastermind behind the scenes had already been forced back to the Demon Realm to recuperate. The three Spirit Transformation stage demonic beasts that were originally intended to be a trump card had also long been slain by Xuan Shuang.

After about half an hour, the beast tide had almost been resolved, with only a small number of demonic beasts struggling on their last legs, continuing to attack without giving up.

At this time, Xuan Shuang and Yun Yu had also dealt with the matter in Nanfeng City and arrived at the scene. Unlike Xuan Min, even if there were no high-level demonic beasts on the field, Xuan Shuang still helped out, completing the final cleanup work with a few simple sword moves.

Xuan Min frowned slightly at this scene, seeming to disapprove of Xuan Shuang’s actions. In his view, fighting demonic beasts with a lower cultivation than oneself was a way of lowering one’s image and damaging the sect’s prestige. Moreover, there were many low-level cultivators here. Even if Xuan Shuang did not act, these demonic beasts would still be dealt with.

“Thank you, seniors of the Inquiring Dao Sect, for your help. Chu Ting will definitely remember this kindness in her heart,” Only after the last demonic beast was slain did the city lord completely relax.

“It is our duty. You are too polite, City Lord,” Xuan Shuang said. “Some cultivators in the city have had their seas of consciousness invaded by demonic energy and are currently being held in the prison. This matter still needs the City Lord to handle.”

“Alright, I’ll go back right away. Thank you, senior, for your help,” Needless to say, Chu Ting also knew that it was the person in front of her who had helped her quell the turmoil in the city.

As she spoke, Chu Ting first saluted Xuan Shuang, then saluted in Xuan Min’s direction, thanking him again. “Thank you, senior.”

Xuan Min just nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze to other places. Although Chu Ting was the city lord of Nanfeng City, in Xuan Min’s eyes, she was just an ordinary Nascent Soul stage cultivator, not worth his deliberate effort to befriend.

Chu Ting accepted Xuan Min’s attitude well. In any case, it was a fact that Xuan Min had helped her and Nanfeng City. Since he was a person who had shown her kindness, it didn’t matter what his attitude towards her was.

After roughly counting the casualties, Chu Ting took her personal guards back to the city first, leaving a few Nascent Soul stage captains to handle the aftermath.

Although the battle was over, the cleanup was not something that could be done in a short time. Looking at the seriously injured cultivators, Xuan Shuang’s face showed a hint of pity. She directly took out the elixirs from her storage space and began to help them heal.

Seeing this, Mo Xiao and the others also followed suit, each separating to help the seriously injured cultivators. Although they could not heal them in one go, they could ensure that they would recover in the future, instead of leaving any hidden ailments or losing their lives on the way.

Just as Zuo Wuyi had treated three cultivators with elixirs, Xuan Min appeared by her side at some point and asked directly, “Do you have a spirit artifact that conceals your cultivation?”

Zuo Wuyi did not deny it, but directly nodded. “Yes, Xuan Min… Martial Uncle, are you confused about something? Or do you think I shouldn’t use this kind of spirit artifact?”

Xuan Min frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with Zuo Wuyi’s tone. “What is your current cultivation? Which set of techniques are you cultivating?”

“What’s wrong? Can’t you feel it, Martial Uncle?” Zuo Wuyi asked, deliberately speaking in a sarcastic tone. “Oh, I forgot. This spirit artifact was given to me by Master. If someone’s cultivation is lower than Master’s, they probably can’t see through my cultivation.”

“I’m so sorry. Master doesn’t allow me to casually reveal my cultivation in front of outsiders. If you can’t see it, Martial Uncle, then there’s nothing I can do,” Zuo Wuyi said. When she spoke, she only gave Xuan Min a glance and then looked away.

Xuan Min’s face also became a little unsightly, but Xuan Shuang was still nearby. Thinking of his purpose, he tried to maintain a peaceful tone. “I once did a divination. There is some karma between you and me. I want to resolve it now. This will be good for both you and me.”

“What karma? Was anyone else present when you were divining, Martial Uncle? If no one can prove it, I don’t know if you really divined something, or if you’re just making up an excuse,” Zuo Wuyi was not afraid at all now. Her master was just a short distance away. She had backing.

Xuan Min took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, speaking in as peaceful a tone as possible. “I have something you need, and you have something I need. You should have felt this when you got close to me, right?”

“You have something I need, Martial Uncle?” Zuo Wuyi raised an eyebrow. “Martial Uncle, I don’t feel anything at all. Is there something wrong with your divination result?”

What nonsense is this? It’s clearly only Xuan Min who needs me. The inner demon seed in his body is not something I want. Why should I be used as a container for him to resolve his inner demon just because of his words?

“You don’t feel it?” Xuan Min’s eyes were slightly puzzled. He had carefully calculated these past few years. The first step for him to pass his tribulation smoothly was to send a part of his cultivation into Zuo Wuyi’s body.

In order to send out his cultivation justifiably, he had specially cultivated Ice-type magical arts for about a year, then separated a part of his power and coated it with a layer of ice spiritual energy that Ice spiritual root cultivators liked the most.

He had clearly tried it before. As long as it was an Ice spiritual root cultivator, they would be unconsciously attracted to his aura and instinctively want to get close to him. Why was it useless on Zuo Wuyi?

“Martial Uncle Xuan Min, you must have found the wrong person. The one who has feelings for you should be the people who praise you outside, not my Little Junior Sister,” Mo Xiao appeared by Zuo Wuyi’s side at some point and directly blocked Zuo Wuyi behind her.

“This is my Little Junior Sister, not your anyone, Martial Uncle. I hope you won’t delay my Little Junior Sister and me from saving people if you have nothing important to do. There are still many cultivators who need healing now.”

As Mo Xiao spoke, she threw the blame on Xuan Min, also attracting the gazes of many injured cultivators.

Xuan Min could accept Zuo Wuyi being impolite to him, but he could not accept Mo Xiao being like this to him. He frowned and was about to put on the airs of an elder to teach Mo Xiao a lesson.

“Martial Uncle, I still call you Martial Uncle out of respect for my master,” Mo Xiao seemed to have guessed what Xuan Min wanted to do and spoke before him. “Although I have only just become an elder of the Sword Pavilion, from a certain point of view, you and I are also colleagues, right?”

In terms of seniority, Mo Xiao was indeed lower than Xuan Min. According to the rules of the Inquiring Dao Sect, it was disrespectful for a junior to talk back to an elder.

But in terms of status, both of them were elders, and Mo Xiao had been selected by exception. There was no such thing as seniority between them.

We are all elders of the Sword Pavilion. You say a few words to me, I say a few words to you. Isn’t that normal? Are we going to attack a fellow sect member over a small argument?

Xuan Min was stuck. If they were in another place, without these idle people around, he would definitely teach Mo Xiao a lesson and let her know what it means to respect one’s elders.

“I didn’t expect the threshold for becoming an elder of the Sword Pavilion to be so low that any cat or dog can become one,” Xuan Min was not in the right now. With Xuan Shuang present, he couldn’t do anything, so he could only run his mouth.

“Is it low?” Zuo Wuyi tilted her head. “I remember Martial Uncle Xuan Min only advanced to the Nascent Soul stage at the age of one hundred and fifty, right? If Senior Sister is a little cat or dog, then what are you, Martial Uncle? A little bug?”

Xuan Min also had a temper, and his tolerance was limited. After Zuo Wuyi said those words, he directly drew his sword and attacked.

Zuo Wuyi was fearless. She let Mo Xiao take her to retreat to Xuan Shuang’s side and directly complained, “Master, Martial Uncle has a big temper.”

“…” Xuan Shuang glanced at her little disciple. In the end, she couldn’t bear to say anything, but just drew her sword and stood in front of them, showing her attitude with her actions.

“Senior Sister, are you just going to let your disciple belittle me?” Xuan Min’s face was gloomy. He could tolerate other words, but Zuo Wuyi dared to call him a little bug? Even if the person who said it was his disciple, he couldn’t stand it!

Xuan Shuang glanced at Zuo Wuyi, who was pretending to be pitiful, and her second disciple, who had a “I’m going to protect her” look on her face, and sighed helplessly in her heart.

“Yunmu is outstanding, more outstanding than you and me. Wuyi is not wrong about this,” Helplessness was helplessness, but she had accepted them as her disciples. Even if they had caused a ruckus, she had to clean up the mess and forcibly fix it.

Besides, she had long known that Xuan Min wanted to deal with her little disciple, and she had also seen that it was Xuan Min who had taken the initiative to provoke them.

“Are you going to protect them, Senior Sister?” Xuan Min’s face was dark. “Do you like this disrespectful disciple?”

“Disrespectful?” Xuan Shuang raised an eyebrow. “Wuyi is very obedient in front of me. I have taught her for eight years, and she has never disobeyed my orders. You call such a disciple disrespectful?”

Xuan Min was hit with another arrow. If Zuo Wuyi was an obedient disciple, then was it his own fault that he was scolded?

“Martial Uncle, Wuyi is still young. It’s just a child’s careless words. Don’t take it to heart,” Yun He said. She genuinely wanted to mediate. She didn’t want her little junior sister to be targeted by a Spirit Transformation stage cultivator like Xuan Min.

Unfortunately, Yun He’s mediation was just telling the truth, which made Xuan Min’s situation even more awkward.

A man of several hundred years, and he’s holding a grudge against a teenager. It would be too shameful if this got out!