Chapter 287.3: Light in the Rain - Part 3

Watching the black-robed great demon disappear into the horizon, he sat on the city wall and took a sip of wine.

However, when the gourd left his lips, there were some mottled bloodstains on it.

"Sword Immortal Senior, why didn't you seize the opportunity and pursue him? If a great demon dies here, the pressure on the Northern Frontier would be reduced considerably!"

If it was in the past, for anything else, he would let Liu Banbi do whatever he wanted to do. However, seeing a great demon escape right from under their noses, Wan Shi could not understand why the sword immortal senior in front of him did not do anything and just allowed the other party to leave.

Hence, he spoke out recklessly.

Liu Banbi paid no attention and just casually said, "Although he was injured by me, his origin was unharmed. The reason he retreated wasn't that he feared I would kill him with the next strike, but rather, he was worried that this might be a trap we set. If he waited a little longer, it wouldn't just be one Nepenthe cultivator playing with him. As for me, without anyone else's help, killing him would take some time."

Liu Banbi said indifferently, "According to you, even if it takes some time, it won't be a big problem to go deep into the desolate north, right?"

Wan Shi shook his head and hurriedly said, "If it's just on the city wall, you should naturally go all out to kill the demon, Senior. But going deep into the desolate north is unnecessary. There might be ambushes set up by the demons, and it's not a good thing to leave so easily."

Liu Banbi remained silent. It was just that a trace of blood had already flowed from his lips.

"Senior?!"

Wan Shi lowered his voice but still exclaimed in surprise.

Liu Banbi casually raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains, "It's not that I didn't want to kill him, nor am I afraid to venture deep into the desolate north, and it's not because of the injuries on my body. The reason for not killing him is straightforward: many more people still need saving at this moment."

After saying these words, Liu Banbi stood up. The words spoken earlier were only for adjusting his condition, nothing more.

"Over at the General's Office, so many abandoned pieces have been decided. Although there are reasons that make it necessary to give them up, in my eyes, there's no one in this world who should be abandoned. So, whoever needs saving should be saved."

As Liu Banbi spoke, he had already soared into the sky, heading towards the next location. He did not mention the risks involved because it would have no meaning.

Dying somewhere was not important to him.

After so many years in the Northern Frontier, he had long ceased to have any regrets. If he died, so be it.

Oh, actually, there was still some regret.

That little junior sister was said to be even more talented than him, and even more suited to learn the sword. He had written so many letters, but had not met her yet.

A streak of sword light swept past the horizon!

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Wei Xu hesitated in his words.

The dean snorted coldly and said impatiently, "When did I worry about him?"

Xie Nandu remained silent.

Wei Xu just poured another bowl of wine for his teacher.

The Dean looked at the boiling lamb in the pot, at the continuously rising white mist, and said nothing.

Xie Nandu silently ate the mutton.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Nandu slowly stood up and bowed to the Dean seriously.

The dean glanced at her and casually said, "In the end, you're my disciple. If you've been bullied, as a teacher, I naturally have to do something about it. Besides, it's not a big deal, why bother?"

Xie Nandu smiled and said, "Since Teacher has done something for this student, there's no problem with this student expressing gratitude through with a bow."

Hearing this, the Dean smiled faintly and did not stop her anymore. It was just that after watching Xie Nandu bow, he said with satisfaction, "Since you've also studied quite a few books and are now practicing the sword, you're following the same path as your senior brother. It's just that he feels a headache when he reads those sages' books now, don't learn from him."

Xie Nandu nodded slightly, remaining silent.

The Dean muttered, "That fellow has truly become a sword cultivator. There's no trace of a scholar in him anymore."

Afterward, the Dean chatted idly for a while more, it was nothing more than some words of advice. Xie Nandu listened quietly, and finally, the Dean waved his hand, allowing her to leave.

Wei Xu looked at the pot with only a little bit of mutton left and was about to carry it away.

Suddenly, the dean said, "Wei Xu, cook a bowl of longevity noodles."

Wei Xu instinctively asked, "Teacher's birthday doesn't seem to be today?"

The Dean sneered, "Of course it's not today!"

Wei Xu was taken aback, feeling a bit dazed.

The Dean did not explain anything and just waited for a while. Wei Xu then brought a bowl of longevity noodles to the Dean.

After placing it in front of him, Wei Xu could not resist asking, "Teacher, where in the world would one eat longevity noodles on their disciple's behalf on their birthday?"

The Dean looked at the bowl of longevity noodles in front of him and became unusually serious as he said, "That fellow is in the North, even if today is his birthday, he might still be wandering around the gates of hell. How would he have time to eat this?"

Staring at the longevity noodles before him, the Dean grumbled, "Stinking brat."

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