Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 318: 35 An Unexpected Entrance

Chapter 318: Chapter 35 An Unexpected Entrance
 

Both had a faint sense that the Flying Asura was harboring hidden intentions.

Xu Yinglian took the initiative to grab Qiu Changtian’s hand and began to write on his palm.

Be careful.

Qiu Changtian grabbed her fingers in return, and when Xu Yinglian tried to pull away several times, she couldn’t, so she let him hold her hand in a mix of embarrassment, anger, and resignation.

The Flying Asura seemed oblivious to their subtle movements, and suddenly turned back to say:

“Ahead is the treasure room of the Ghost Sect.”

“The Yinhui Yuanshen Water you need is inside, but…”

It deliberately drew out its voice, then suddenly coiled its body and sprang towards Qiu Changtian!

Xu Yinglian immediately drew her sword and thrust the Feather Jia Sword straight at the Flying Asura. The creature merely swept its hand to effortlessly deflect the Feather Jia Sword aside.

Great Bright Fire! Xu Yinglian puffed her cheeks and spewed a large amount of flames from her mouth and nose, sweeping toward the Flying Asura.

Within the raging flames, the Flying Asura burst forth, its entire body scorched yet seemingly not seriously hurt; it instantly bypassed Xu Yinglian’s defense and appeared behind Qiu Changtian, grabbing his neck with one hand.

“Let’s make a deal,” the Flying Asura said cheerfully. “I don’t trust you, and you surely don’t trust me, so why not exchange bargaining chips?”

“Little girl, in addition to the Yinhui Yuanshen Water, there’s also a Hiltless Locust Wood Sword.”

“You bring me that Locust Wood Sword, and I’ll return your little beau to you unharmed, how about it?”

Xu Yinglian glared furiously, as if intending to kill it with her gaze alone.

But she quickly caught Qiu Changtian’s calm look, which seemed to say:

Trust me.

To be honest, it might not have been his intention, but his unflappable demeanor – the calm expression that she absolutely loathed every time he won a contest against her – now gave her almost infinite confidence and courage.

Senior Brother is invincible; he must have a strategy already!

With this thought, Xu Yinglian silently turned and walked toward the inner chamber.

Qiu Changtian, despite being held by the Flying Asura, remained unruffled.

Because if the Flying Asura intended to kill him, Ah Jing would instantly teleport him away – even if Junior Sister Xu remained trapped here.

The Flying Asura, noticing his composure – his heartbeat not even quickening – couldn’t help but sneer, asking:

“Do you really think I won’t dare to kill you?”

“If you wanted to act, why wait until now?” Qiu Changtian responded with a smile.

“After I get the Locust Wood Sword, I will kill you.” The Flying Asura stretched out its thin tongue and licked its lips.

“What would you gain from killing me?” Qiu Changtian kept smiling. “If you don’t kill me, you can bet on whether I will snitch when I go back; if you kill me, the Chi Song Immortal will surely seek vengeance for me.”

“Would you really provoke the wrath of an immortal just for your own desires?”

The Flying Asura had no response, falling silent.

Qiu Changtian didn’t continue to provoke it, but silently began to ponder.

It seemed that the Hiltless Locust Wood Sword mentioned by the creature was the key magical treasure to control the restrictions on its body.

The Flying Asura wanting Junior Sister Xu to retrieve it indicated two points:

First, it was limited by restrictions and couldn’t directly retrieve the Locust Wood Sword itself, hence it lured them here with the promise of Yinhui Yuanshen Water.

Second, once Junior Sister Xu obtained the sword, she would not have time to comprehend how to use it to control the Flying Asura – at least it was confident in this, so it chose to reveal its hand early instead of trying to deceive Junior Sister Xu into retrieving the sword.

If this was indeed the case, then from our perspective, there really was no good way to counter the opponent.

Giving the Hiltless Locust Wood Sword to the other party was indeed the best choice under the current circumstances… and this too was included in its calculations.

With these thoughts, Qiu Changtian gazed meaningfully at the Flying Asura.

This creature, though a born fiend, had such meticulous thoughts, almost rivalling human cunning.

The Flying Asura returned that profound, thought-provoking gaze.

This human child… why isn’t she afraid at all?

Is it confidence? Or arrogance?

No matter, since she has her wits about her, she should know she has no other choice.

Handing over that magical treasure obediently is your only way out.

Both harboring their own ulterior motives, though there were no words on the surface, they had privately come to an unspoken agreement.

It (He) can only do this…

Upon entering the treasure room, Xu Yinglian’s gaze cautiously swept around.

Several rows of bone racks displayed varying deep-colored glimmers; some were magical treasures, some elixirs bottles, and others were Flying Swords.

Xu Yinglian saw a Hiltless Locust Wood Sword hanging from a nail on the wall by a red string, the base of the nail fashioned with the pattern of a Taiji Eight Trigrams Plate, carved with various ancient seal characters.

In many Sect Residences, places like the treasure room are the most critical forbidden areas within a Sect, typically protected by various magical restrictions and traps.

Rashly trying to take the treasures would be the most foolish act.

Her gaze scanned the surroundings and then suddenly, she extended her hand and blew out a little firebird.

With the flapping of its wings, the firebird seemed very agile, circling the entire room before landing on Xu Yinglian’s shoulder, chirping away.

No restrictions—that’s quite strange.

However, Xu Yinglian thought for a moment; if there were restrictions, how could the Flying Asura be at ease letting her come alone? What if she were killed by the restrictions?

Clearly, the Flying Asura was certain she could safely retrieve the treasures, which means there truly were no restrictions here—maybe the Flying Asura had already come here in advance, breaking all the breakable restrictions clean, leaving only the last one specifically to prevent Yin corpses from passing…

In an instant, nearly a thousand thoughts cycled through Xu Yinglian’s mind.

She approached one of the racks and reached for an elixir bottle on top.

Taken.

The elixir bottle was made of semi-transparent Liuli, allowing her to see some black, viscous liquid sloshing inside.

After checking other elixir bottles around her and finding they contained either elixirs or Spirit Grass, but none other held liquid, she conjectured the Yinhui Yuanshen Water was most likely this black liquid.

Xu Yinglian sighed and collected all the elixir bottles.

Her eyes then returned to the racks around her, featuring a variety of Flying Swords, bells, small cauldrons, Bright Mirrors, jade pots, Dharma Seals… and so on, a dazzling array of magical treasures.

It was a shame, though, that all were emitting deep-colored glows, clearly all pure Demonic Path magical treasures.

To wield these treasures with their greatest power, one must refine at least a trace of impure Qi within one’s body.

However, the cultivation of impure Qi, with pure Qi as the main and impure as the auxiliary, is unique to the Demon Cults.

Orthodox Sects do not practice with impure Qi and Xu Yinglian cultivated the “Nine Heavens Clear Entrance True Mantra”, her meridians filled only with pure Qi, devoid of any residual impure Qi. Thus, these treasures were useless to her, to Senior Brother Qiu, and to other Kunlun Cultivators.

So, she could only pack them into a Storage Bag to bring back to Kunlun for disposal.

She cleaned out the entire room, leaving only the Hiltless Locust Wood Sword hanging on the wall.

The life of Senior Brother Qiu hinged on this sword.

Xu Yinglian took a deep breath and was about to solemnly reach for it when suddenly, a hand as pale and smooth as jade snatched the Locust Wood Sword from the side.

Who?! Xu Yinglian instinctively dodged to the side and turned to look.

The owner of that hand was a charming red-haired man with deep-set eyes, clad in a black robe, his body shrouded in Demonic Qi. He was now fondling the Hiltless Locust Wood Sword in his hand.

“Who might you be?” Xu Yinglian asked coldly.

“Demon Lord Wei Dongliu.” The man curled his lip into a smile, his double pupils contracting as he looked over with an eerie gaze.