"Brother, there’s a street performance over there!"
Before Mu Feng could react, Mu Xi had already slipped into the crowd like a nimble deer.
Mu Feng hurriedly followed, afraid his sister might get lost.
He was five years older than Mu Xi. Since their parents perished in a beast tide, he had been raising his sister alone.
This time, he brought her to Luoyun City intending to sell the family heirloom, "Qingming Jade," to purchase winter supplies for the tribe.
However, Mu Xi’s fascination with the city left him both tender-hearted and worried.
"Make way, make way!"
Mu Xi agilely got to the front row, looking up at the performer who was spitting fire.
The performer took a swig of liquor, waved a torch in his hand, and suddenly a Fire Dragon soared, illuminating half the street.
"Wow—" Mu Xi exclaimed, clapping so hard her hands turned red.
Mu Feng stood behind her, his gaze warily scanning the surroundings.
He noticed several richly dressed cultivators in the crowd eyeing the excited Mu Xi maliciously, their expressions akin to wolves eyeing lambs.
Mu Feng instinctively touched the short knife at his waist, the only relic left by his father.
"Mu Xi, it’s about time. We should head back."
Mu Feng urged softly.
"Just a little longer!"
Mu Xi didn’t turn her head, completely absorbed by the performance.
"Look, that person can swallow swords!"
Just as Mu Feng was about to forcibly take his sister away, Mu Xi suddenly turned to share her excitement with her brother, accidentally bumping into a passing man in a black robe.
"Ah! Sorry!"
Mu Xi quickly apologized, looking up into a pair of cold, sinister eyes.
The man appeared to be around thirty, his face pale to the point of sickliness, yet a strange smile played at the corners of his mouth.
He reached out to steady Mu Xi, a grip so firm it made her frown slightly.
"Little girl, be careful while walking."
The man’s voice rasped like sandpaper, as he whispered softly in Mu Xi’s ear.
"Such a beautiful girl, it would be a shame if she got hurt."
Mu Feng swiftly stepped forward, pulling his sister behind him.
"My sister was reckless, please forgive her."
The man squinted at Mu Feng, suddenly smiling with a mouth of uneven teeth.
"No problem, no problem. Luoyun City isn’t quite safe lately, take care of your sister."
After speaking, he glanced meaningfully at Mu Xi, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.
"Brother, that person was so weird..."
Mu Xi muttered in a low voice, involuntarily rubbing the goosebumps that had risen on her arms.
Mu Feng’s brow furrowed tightly.
"We’re leaving right away."
This time, Mu Xi did not object.
The siblings left the bustling streets in haste, heading toward the inn.
Mu Feng kept feeling like they were being watched, but each time he looked back, all he saw was the endless flow of people.
Meanwhile, in the most luxurious "Cloud Perch Pavilion" inn in the city, in room number three on the top floor, Gu Sheng sat cross-legged on a bed crafted from violet sandalwood.
Before him hovered seven Top-grade Spirit Stones, arranged according to the positions of the Big Dipper, forming a small Spirit Gathering Array.
Pale green Spiritual Energy wafted through the array like thin mist, slowly permeating into Gu Sheng’s body.
"Still too slow."
Gu Sheng opened his eyes, his pitch-black pupils carrying a golden gleam.
He gestured to change positions, and the array’s rotation speed abruptly increased, with Spiritual Energy converging into visible fine streams, inexplicably not spilling outward.
If other cultivators witnessed this scene, they would be dumbfounded.
Ordinarily when Earth Palace cultivators practice, spiritual energy fluctuations would at least spread to a ten-foot radius, but Gu Sheng could perfectly control it within a three-foot range.
This not only required precise control of Spiritual Power, but also revealed that the cultivation technique he practiced was extraordinary.



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