Ning Wan’er left with a tumultuous heart and many thoughts.
Li Muyang, on the other hand, didn’t care at all about the girl’s inner turmoil.
Although Ning Wan’er had proactively brought medicine over for him to borrow, it had somewhat altered his opinion of this "little green tea."
But it wasn’t something he was particularly concerned about.
After returning to his room, Li Muyang sighed as he looked at the girl on the bed who was in a deep unconscious state, even whimpering in pain as if she was suffering.
"This is why I hate socializing..."
Had Li Yuechan not arrived, Li Muyang would still be comfortably playing his game instead of dealing with all these troublesome matters.
It had been several days since he last played his game, which made Li Muyang rather frustrated.
His progress in cultivation had also stalled, with the experience bar on the system interface stuck at "Li Muyang: Qi Condensation Stage Six Layers (39%)."
The main issue was that Li Muyang hadn’t eaten any high-quality rice for several days, and therefore hadn’t replenished his spiritual energy.
He walked over to the bedside, looked at the girl’s pained expression in her unconsciousness, and shook his head.
He then went to the cupboard and brought out a bowl filled with Spirit Rice.
Li Muyang then poured the high-quality Spirit Rice from the bowl into the alchemy cauldron, starting to operate it in an attempt to refine it.
High-quality Spirit Rice contains spiritual energy as well and can be used to refine Spiritual Liquid.
However, the efficiency was so low it was exasperating, almost to the point of being wasteful.
The best option would be to exchange the high-quality Spirit Rice for gold, and then use the gold to buy Spiritual Medicine.
Li Muyang had asked about the prices, and the silver coins that two pounds of high-quality Spirit Rice could be traded for were more than enough to pull out the remaining Demonic Qi inside Li Yuechan.
— High-quality Spirit Rice was truly valuable.
But now Yunxiao City was slightly chaotic, with Inner Sect Disciples and Direct Disciples flying about, and some mysterious person causing trouble within the city.
Li Yuechan’s unfortunate injury had been a wake-up call for Li Muyang, making him even less inclined to take risks than his already cautious self.
An Outer Sect Disciple suddenly taking out two pounds of high-quality Spirit Rice in the Demon Sect’s territory... it’s like plastering the words "I’m an easy target" on one’s face.
Li Muyang did not plan to take that risk.
After all, the Endless Spirit Rice Jar could produce two pounds of Spirit Rice each day, and by refining all of it, he could barely manage to get together half a bowl of Spiritual Liquid.
A few more days of refining, and he would surely be able to heal his "bargain" little sister.
It was this Endless Spirit Rice Jar that gave Li Muyang the greatest assurance, so he wasn’t very anxious.
As for whether Li Yuechan would suffer during these days...
Looking at his "bargain" little sister who was still unconscious on the bed, Li Muyang shook his head, powerless to do more.
Li Muyang’s eyes widened with curiosity.
And as he selected [Yes], darkness immediately engulfed him.
That feeling of entering a system instance happened again.
Only this time the darkness lasted much longer.
About half a minute passed, and the darkness receded like a receding tide around Li Muyang.
In the gloomy graveyard, pale spirit banners were hanging.
In the fluttering gloomy wind, Li Muyang stood high among the graves, looking forward.
The gravestones and tomb mounds in the cemetery were not even as tall as his knees, extremely low.
Or rather...
Li Muyang lowered his head and saw his bizarre and unnerving lower body and the colorful costume he was wearing.
Under the dim light, this vibrant green robe was inexplicably terrifying.
When he opened his mouth, he let out a sharp and strange "hiss" of cold laughter, not at all like that of a living creature.
And in the graves ahead, there was a face full of terror, trembling as it looked at Li Muyang.
"No... don’t..."
Qin Haie, the direct disciple of Elder Qi of the Refinement Demon Sect and a young genius who had entered the Core Formation Realm, was now trembling with fear.
Seeing Li Muyang, she wailed loudly as if seeing a death-claiming ghost.
"Don’t come over... my master is an elder of the Refinement Demon Sect..."
"You can’t harm me; my master won’t let you off!"
"Master! Save me! Save me!"
The woman’s piercing screams spread throughout the room.
Those guarding beside the bed all had gloomy expressions.
"It’s come just as she fell asleep... such a persistent evil spirit!"
The speaker was Elder Ge Hongshan of the Enforcement Hall, who was invited by Elder Qi to assist.
With a grave expression, he looked at the disciple on the bed who was asleep and crying for mercy, saying, "Elder Qi, don’t be alarmed. With the four of us here today, we shall make sure that evil spirit will fail miserably!"
Ge Hongshan was full of confidence.
The four people in this room were all elders of the Refinement Demon Sect, each commanding their own sector, with high authority and extraordinary cultivation.
With the four of them working together, common curse killing methods like witchery and gu poison could be easily broken!