Daoming felt like he had just woken from a very long, very terrible nightmare.
In the dream, he was relentlessly beaten again and again by a bunch of big bald men.
The most terrifying part.
What terrified him even more was…
It seemed he had lost something very important.
“Ah!!!”
Daoming screamed and sprang up from the ground in a somersault.
Following the fear from the dream, he reached under himself—
Where are my balls?
Where are my balls?!
Daoming frantically searched, only to despairingly realize he had become a soft, fragrant little single testicle.
Suddenly, as if by telepathy, Daoming turned his head and looked toward the cell opposite him.
The door to that cell had long since been opened, and it was completely empty inside.
He noticed that his own cell door was also open. Supporting himself on the wall, he limped over to Xu Muxue’s cell.
Until he saw it on the ground— that ruptured meatball.
Two clear tears streamed down Daoming’s cheeks.
“Who the hell stole my balls?!”
In extreme fury and grief, Daoming’s muscles bulged, and with sheer force, he tore apart the Binding Spirit Shackle on him.
In an instant, the mighty Foundational Stage Peak Spiritual Power surged through his body once again.
He carefully gathered the faint remnants of himself and gritted his teeth as he recalled the little furry demon.
“Little Dog Demon! Old man Daoming remembers you now!”
Though he didn’t know how that little Dog Demon stole his essence, one thing was clear—this grudge, the unparalleled prodigy Daoming would never forget!
Wiping away his tears, Daoming cautiously peeked outside.
This time he was smarter; seeing no disciples from the two sects nearby, he immediately transformed into a streak of light and vanished beyond the horizon.
***
At the same time, Xu Muxue was flying in the sky.
She was head down, lazily spinning her two tails, slowly rising higher and higher.
Unexpectedly, this spiral ascension skill actually came in handy…
The place where Sword Sect disciples were imprisoned was a valley jointly managed by the Qin Sect and Zen Sect, belonging to neither.
The valley was packed with countless patrol disciples, and with Xu Muxue unable to mobilize even the slightest bit of spiritual power, breaking through from the ground was pure fantasy.
Fortunately, she had her mighty tail propellers~~
“Doo doo doo doo doo doo—dinosaur versus wolf, wolf versus dinosaur—”
Xu Muxue randomly voiced her tails.
However, the propulsion from the tail propellers was rather mediocre. She spent half a day climbing to a height undetectable by the ground’s spiritual senses, then another half day flying to the nearest Mortals’ Town.
By the time she landed, her whole body felt as if it had been scattered, and her two tails were unbearably sore.
“Hooh-oh-oh-oh!!”
Xu Muxue gave her tails a little shake, the sensation both sour and satisfying.
Well, at least she had escaped.
She held one tail with a hand and massaged them alternately.
The moment she acquired the Junior Lockpicking Technique, she had tried using it to open her own cell’s lock.
Unfortunately, it wouldn’t budge.
It seemed the Qin and Zen sects had truly prepared well—every Sword Sect disciple wore a Binding Spirit Shackle, and even the cell locks were specially made, high-grade.
But Daoming, that unlucky fellow, was different.
He was caught halfway unexpectedly; the two sects hadn’t prepared a special lock for him.
And that ordinary lock was a breeze for Xu Muxue.
The Lockpicking Skill could open locks as well as lock them.
But if she closed a lock herself, opening it again wouldn’t count as skill practice.
So Xu Muxue had to make a difficult decision.
Sorry, big bald guy across the way~
You brought this on yourself for saying I shed hair.
Oh no no, I’m doing this to escape, and escaping is to foil the conspiracy of the two sects, maintain the balance of power in the East Victory Divine Continent’s Cultivation World, further turn the tide of disaster, and save the suffering people—it’s a good deed!
Not holding a grudge, really!
Xu Muxue fiercely practiced her Lockpicking Skill on the lock of Daoming’s cell door, easily advancing to intermediate level.
Actually, something Xu Muxue preferred not to recall was that while practicing, she accidentally opened one of the locks on Daoming himself.
…Why there was a lock there was a mystery, but she was okay with it.
After all, that big bald guy already looked pretty austere; having some niche private quirks wasn’t entirely impossible… right?
The moment Daoming was knocked unconscious, Xu Muxue knew her chance had come.
If he’d been awake and seen her trying to break out, he’d definitely have screamed and yelled.
Sigh, kind words forge good karma, harsh words wound the heart.
Using the intermediate Lockpicking Skill, she effortlessly unlocked her own cell door.
Just as she was about to sneak out, she glanced at the unconscious Daoming and inexplicably felt a twinge of sympathy.
This young man, who knew what trouble he got himself into to end up captured and beaten like that—he was kinda pitiful.
Though several beatings were her fault, too☆
After some thought, she unlocked all the locks on Daoming’s cell door before leaving.
Consider it compensation for discovering his special quirks…
As dusk fell, Xu Muxue strolled through the streets.
Come to think of it… doesn’t this place seem a bit familiar?
She scanned her surroundings.
It was just a very ordinary Mortals’ Town, but there was indeed a faint sense of familiarity.
“Oh right!”
Xu Muxue slapped her thigh.
“Isn’t this that Shuoshu Stand!”
“Last time we heard, this Qingyue Fairy, though a disciple of Old Devil Xu Mu, inherited all his skills but none of his demonic aura.”
“In the chaos of the Heaven and Earth Calamity, when the Demonic Path invaded, Qingyue Fairy rose as a leader of the Righteous Path, descending the mountain to exorcise demons…”
From around the corner came the familiar voice of a storyteller. Xu Muxue quietly edged closer, pricking up her ears.
“The last time the world saw Qingyue Fairy was when she subdued that Evil Spirit in the crowd.”
“And then? And then?”
A snot-nosed little kid eagerly asked.
“Child, I’m not boasting—this will blow your mind,” the storyteller stroked his beard, looking quite pleased. “I was right there when Qingyue Fairy subdued that Evil Spirit.”
“Wow, really!”
The kid’s snot stretched even longer. “What kind of Evil Spirit did Qingyue Fairy subdue?”
“Well, that Evil Spirit truly deserved the name,” the storyteller said.
“She had delicate eyebrows and sparkling eyes, a face full of spring, with beauty capable of toppling a kingdom— even the most beautiful human girls couldn’t compare to half her charm.”
“But unlike humans, she had a pair of beast ears and a beast’s tail—it was clearly a… Dog Demon!”
“I’ve really had enough of this!”
Xu Muxue suddenly leapt out from the crowd with a shout.
Because she was so short, people hadn’t even noticed her blending in before.
“You call yourself the monster at the scene, but with two balls under your eyebrows, you only blink and don’t see!”
Xu Muxue angrily pointed at the clever fur on her two big ears.
“Watch closely— I am a Fox! A Fox!”