Nightmare Apostle

"Xiao’er, it’s getting late, I won’t keep you any longer,"

"Although you’ve broken Li Lianyue’s curse technique, its damage remains. Try to avoid getting into fights during this period, or you’ll soon be drawn into that world." Second Demon Uncle cautioned calmly.

"Thank you, Uncle, for the reminder. I’ll be careful." Yang Xiao naturally understood that Uncle was referring to the Nightmare World.

But Yang Xiao felt helpless. He’s not one to kill wantonly. He avoids conflict when possible, preferring to reason and convince others with virtue. Yet, the other party simply won’t listen.

Take the two little darlings from the Han Family, for instance, or the Master of Withered Bone Pavilion. As long as he is willing to return the Ghost Lantern Rod he took, Yang Xiao promises to let bygones be bygones.

But the problem is he refuses to return it, so Yang Xiao had to get it himself.

Yang Xiao didn’t care about the Great Protector or the Second Guardian. They died because of the Master of Withered Bone Pavilion, not related to him in the slightest.

Leaving Second Demon Uncle’s hiding place, Yang Xiao returned to the hotel and at the back door, he ran into Daoist Qingfeng.

"Senior Brother?"

Yang Xiao was slightly surprised. Senior Brother Qingfeng was hiding in a shadow, clearly waiting for him.

Senior Brother Qingfeng looked Yang Xiao up and down, then sighed with relief, handing over a wooden box he held:

"Junior Brother, I’ve brought you elixirs. It seems... our respected master had a good talk with you."

"I’ve taken Uncle’s teachings to heart," Yang Xiao replied.

"Junior Brother, I know you’re a smart person, so I have something to tell you."

Daoist Qingfeng gazed at the moonlit sky, slowly exhaling, "In this world, many people are smart, but not many live well. There’s a saying that ’smart people may suffer from their own cleverness.’"

"Over the years, I’ve become half-wasted in martial arts, surviving not just because of master’s favor, but through understanding the nuances of relationships and rules, knowing when to advance or retreat, and what not to say, ask, see, or take."

"I don’t ask or speak much, but there are few things around me that escape my eyes,"

"We are destined, I am fond of you when I see you. Listen to me: sometimes being a little muddleheaded isn’t bad. Pretending to be confused at the right time is true clarity. Such people can live long," said Senior Brother Qingfeng.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother." Yang Xiao cupped his fists and bowed.

Senior Brother Qingfeng squinted, twirling his moustache with satisfaction and nodding, "Junior Brother, you are transparent. Both our master and Ming Yue like you. Come home when you have time."

"Don’t worry about the matters in Xiang Ma Town. Your brother, Fu Qingzhu, I’ll look after him. Go about your own business."

"Take care, Senior Brother!"

"Go on," Senior Brother Qingfeng waved his hand, signaling goodbye.

Under the cover of night, Yang Xiao silently left the Peace Hotel, returning to the Pingxi Marquis Mansion that belonged to him.

Not until he lay in bed did the feeling of apprehension slowly fade. Who could imagine that his Second Demon Uncle was actually... actually a resentful spirit possessing him!

Yet now, Yang Xiao no longer felt fear, only gratitude.

He was grateful to meet this Second Demon Uncle and not be trapped in that eerie world by the Demon.

If it had been the latter, he would’ve died upon his first meeting with Second Demon Uncle.

It was this Second Demon Uncle who treated him well and looked after him; the one trapped in the Blood Fog World was a monster, laden with blood debts, deserving death.

Once he mastered the Ring-Headed Saber and could open the space skillfully, he would immediately venture into that world to retrieve Uncle’s legs and face, repaying his many lifesaving graces.

But that guy is indeed troublesome, with strength above a half-step Netherworld Realm.

After all, Second Demon Uncle is a genuine Purple Robe Spiritual Master from the Taoist Sect. Back then, Yang Xiao heard from Jiushan Cangxuan that the Taoist Sect is formidable, with numerous experts and a considerable number of Purple Robe Spiritual Masters, yet few are honored as Great True Masters.

Even the Great Demon, who swept through half of the martial world with Netherworld Realm strength, didn’t earn the title of Great True Master, showing how prestigious the title is.

The thought of meeting Beiyu Ye’s master in the future made Yang Xiao anxious.

The renowned Master Yun Lan is not easy to deal with, his mastery of the Corpse Refining Technique leaves few rivals, and he is known for being petty.

Yang Xiao once drank with Beiyu Ye, who told him stories of his master Yun Lan when they got drunk.

Master Yun Lan leads a withdrawn life, apart from delving into corpse refining, he enjoys tending flowers and plants, often inviting friends in the martial world to appreciate his mid-grade collection, taking pride in it.

But one day, while Master Yun Lan was away, several top Jianghu wanderers sneaked into his temple to steal treasures. They didn’t find anything, and even alerted the night-patrol Taoist.

In order to create chaos and escape, they set a fire. Unluckily, the fire consumed Master Yun Lan’s painstakingly cultivated bonsai set to compete next month, which left him so enraged upon hearing the news, he nearly vomited blood.

Dragon Tiger Mountain spent a vast fortune buying the real identities and hideouts of these culprits from the Chamber of Commerce.

The next time Beiyu Ye saw them, they had already been turned into puppets, left in the dark room at the back to tend to Master Yun Lan’s flowers and grass, atoning for their past mistakes.

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