Chapter 100: The Cool and Aloof Master Reads Dragon Proud Sky’s Heart and Goes Mad (8)

Chapter 100: The Cool and Aloof Master Reads Dragon Proud Sky's Heart and Goes Mad (8)

Although Song Chuyi was unconscious, his mind was still awake.

He couldn't see or hear anything, but that didn't stop him from letting his thoughts wander.

"That three-headed dog was so cool!"

"It would be so awesome to ride it out."

"Damn, why did I pass out?"

Si Yuanye: .

Even unconscious, this foolish apprentice can't keep still.

He lowered his gaze; the black sword had already disappeared, only a faint black aura lingered around his fingers.

With a flash of white light, Si Yuanye's figure vanished, leaving behind a Maine Coon cat sitting with its paws neatly folded.

The air in the cave was foul, especially with the blood and stench from the three-headed dog, intensifying the foul odor.

Si Yuanye walked over to Song Chuyi's side; his fluffy tail brushed his face.

Song Chuyi remained unconscious.

The white tail then rested on Song Chuyi's nose, blocking his ability to breathe.

Song Chuyi vaguely sensed he couldn't breathe; his body reacted before his mind, and he opened his mouth.

A mouth full of fur.

He couldn't resist and bit down, "Aoou!" while opening his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes met a pair of dark green pupils.

Song Chuyi could almost see the word "speechless" on Small White's face.

"Phew phew phew." Song Chuyi let go of Small White's tail. "Small White, you're shedding a bit."

He took the opportunity to stroke the fluffy tail, feeling a bit concerned.

"Small White, you won't become a bald kitty, will you?"

"That would be pretty ugly."

Small White raised a paw, covering Song Chuyi's mouth.

Song Chuyi pinched the paw pad, slipped a hand under Small White's belly, and held it in his arms.

The strong scent of blood in the air was too overpowering to ignore.

He picked up his sword and stood up.

"The three-headed dog is dead."

"What a pity."

At that moment, Dan Wen in his consciousness suddenly spoke, "Kid, the blood of that three-headed dog is one of the ingredients for refining the Soul-Restoring Pill; you can collect it."

Song Chuyi responded, "Got it, old man. So, the other parts of the three-headed dog aren’t useful either?"

Dan Wen: "They also have their uses."

He began instructing Song Chuyi on how to handle the three-headed dog's corpse.

As Song Chuyi processed the body, he chatted with Dan Wen.

"Old man, have you refined the Soul-Reviving Pill before?"

"That makes sense, you’re so skilled, you must have practiced it."

"This three-headed dog’s teeth are quite sharp; we can sell them."

…………

Si Yuanye sat nearby, quietly listening to Song Chuyi chat with the wisp of soul in his mind.

He couldn't hear what the soul was saying, but he could hear Song Chuyi respond.

These seemingly ordinary conversations hinted that his newly acquired disciple was getting distracted.

To think that he would acknowledge someone else as his master right in front of him—did he even consider me as his Master?

A ripple stirred in Si Yuanye’s usually calm heart.

He stepped forward with his front paws and crouched behind Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi glanced down and saw a white, fluffy tail draped across his leg.

He turned around and saw that Xiao Bai was sitting sideways, his tail resting honestly on his leg, clearly showing dependence.

Song Chuyi stroked the tip of Xiao Bai's tail, "Daddy will be done soon, just wait a bit longer, okay?"

He quickened his pace and finally finished processing the corpse after half an hour.

He packed the processed materials into his spatial ring, stood up, and held Xiao Bai.

"Xiao Bai, let’s go!"

He slung his sword over his back and walked out with Xiao Bai in his arms.

He wandered around the secret realm for a while longer but found no treasures, so he left.

By the time he returned to the thatched hut, the sun was setting.

He looked up at the sky, his long lashes fluttering gently.

Xiao Bai sat beside him, watching him.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed Song Chuyi in a nearly blood-red glow.

It wasn’t terrifying but rather gentle, as if the afterglow was reluctant to taint him with any dirt.

Yet, at that moment, Si Yuanye felt very lonely.

His foolish disciple was lonely.

The wind blew, and the white figure had already vanished.

In an instant, Si Yuanye, dressed in white, appeared behind Song Chuyi.

"Not practicing your swordsmanship? What are you up to?"

Upon hearing his master's voice, Song Chuyi jumped up.

"Master!"

His voice was loud, and his beautiful eyes shone, as if all the light had gathered in them.

"Are you here for me?"

"Or for Small White?"

Song Chuyi looked around but couldn't spot Small White.

"Strange, Small White was just here a moment ago."

Si Yuanye's gaze fell on Song Chuyi's eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly, "I'm here for you."

"Huh?" Song Chuyi was even more surprised, "Master, what do you need me for?"

"To practice swordsmanship," Si Yuanye said as he slightly raised his right hand, and a black sword materialized in his palm. "Since you think you're a genius, let's practice."

With that, the sword moved.

Song Chuyi had never seen a sword move so fast. It was like a bolt of lightning in the dark, aiming directly at him.

Instinctively, he held his battered little sword in front of his chest to block the strike.

In that instant, the black sword dissolved into black mist and surged towards him.

Song Chuyi: ?

He looked again and saw that the sword was still in Si Yuanye's hand. It clashed with his battered sword, with a 'clang.'

"Master," he suddenly spoke, "What material is your sword made of?"

Si Yuanye didn't respond and attacked again.

Song Chuyi quickly stepped back two paces and began sparring with him.

Being a Yuanying stage cultivator, Si Yuanye didn't use his full strength against Song Chuyi, who was only at the Qi training stage. Even so, Song Chuyi struggled to defend himself.

It wasn't Si Yuanye's sword techniques that were challenging, but the sword itself.

There was something strange about that black sword.

After a few dozen moves, Si Yuanye put away the black sword.

"Practice your swordsmanship harder."

"Don't get lazy."

Song Chuyi also sheathed his battered sword and asked again, "Master, what is your sword made of? Tell me, and I'll give Small White some yummy treats."

Si Yuanye glanced at him coolly, "Do you really want to know?"

Song Chuyi nodded emphatically, "Uh-huh!"

Si Yuanye's fingertips at his side were tinged with a pale black. His gaze dropped, "When you defeat me, I will tell you."

With those words from Si Yuanye, Song Chuyi immediately gained motivation and began to train with his sword day and night.

Naturally, he never forgot to give the Moonlit Grass five drops of blood each night at midnight.

Every night while he trained, the small white orb would always perch nearby, watching him.

This made Song Chuyi grow even fonder of the small white orb.

In the midst of his intense sword training, Song Chuyi had completely forgotten about his previous elixir-selling venture.

Without his knowledge, at that moment in Tianxuan City, many cultivators were combing through the entire city for those elixirs.