I Reloaded the Save File! [Transmigration] - Chapter 43

Xuan Min silently observed the flow of the battle while using his spiritual sense to monitor Zuo Wuyi, hoping to eavesdrop on what the group was discussing.

The moment Xuan Min’s spiritual sense enveloped them, Mo Xiao and Zuo Wuyi simultaneously sensed it. The expressions on both their faces changed slightly, and their smiles instantly vanished.

“Senior Sister, let’s continue eliminating the demon beasts. We’ll win very soon at this rate, and then we can go back and rest properly.” Since Xuan Min was still useful, Zuo Wuyi did not immediately turn hostile, pretending as though she hadn’t noticed anything.

“Mm,” Mo Xiao understood Zuo Wuyi’s meaning. She drew her spiritual sword and did not continue their previous conversation.

Although Yun He felt the conclusion of their topic was somewhat abrupt, she didn’t ask further, instead using this opportunity to gain combat experience. Yun He believed that if she was strong enough, no one would dare to deceive her!

Mo Xiao’s addition had a limited impact on the entire battle situation, but one must remember that at this time, the mastermind had already been forced back to the Demon Realm for seclusion and healing, and the three Transformation stage demon beasts originally intended as a trump card had long been cut down by Xuan Shuang’s sword.

After about half an hour, the demon beast tide was mostly resolved, leaving only a very small number of demon beasts struggling and refusing to give up the attack.

At this moment, Xuan Shuang and Yun Yu, having dealt with the matters in Nanfeng City, arrived at the scene. Unlike Xuan Min, Xuan Shuang continued to assist even though there were no high-grade demon beasts left. A few simple sword moves completed the final cleanup.

Xuan Min frowned slightly upon seeing this, seemingly disagreeing with Xuan Shuang’s actions. In his view, fighting demon beasts with lower cultivation than oneself was an act that diminished one’s image and harmed the sect’s prestige. Moreover, there were many low-cultivation cultivators here; these demon beasts would be resolved even without Xuan Shuang’s intervention.

“Many thanks to the Fellow Seniors of the Dao Inquiry Sect for your assistance. Chu Ting will surely remember this kindness,” the City Lord was completely relieved only after the last demon beast was eliminated.

“It is our duty, City Lord, there’s no need to be so courteous,” Xuan Shuang said. “Some cultivators in the city have had their seas of consciousness invaded by Demonic Qi and are currently detained in the prison. This matter still requires the City Lord’s attention.”

“Understood, I will return immediately. Thank you, Senior, for your help,” Without being told, Chu Ting knew that the person before her had helped her quell the chaos in the city.

Saying this, Chu Ting first bowed to Xuan Shuang, then turned and bowed toward Xuan Min, thanking him again, “Thank you, Senior.”

Xuan Min merely nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze elsewhere. Although Chu Ting was the City Lord of Nanfeng City, in Xuan Min’s eyes, she was just an ordinary Nascent Soul stage cultivator, not worth his effort to befriend.

Chu Ting accepted Xuan Min’s attitude well. Regardless, the fact remained that Xuan Min had helped her and Nanfeng City. Since he was someone who had shown her kindness, his attitude toward her was not an issue.

After a quick tally of casualties, Chu Ting returned to the city with her personal guards, leaving behind a few Nascent Soul stage captains to handle the aftermath.

Although the battle was over, the cleanup would take a while. Looking at the severely injured cultivators, Xuan Shuang’s face showed compassion. She immediately took out healing pills from her spatial storage and began treating them.

Seeing this, Mo Xiao and the others followed suit, separating to assist the seriously wounded cultivators. Although they couldn’t cure them instantly, they could ensure that the injured could fully recover later, rather than being left with chronic ailments or dying halfway through treatment.

Just as Zuo Wuyi finished treating three cultivators with pills, Xuan Min appeared beside her, asking directly, “Do you have a spiritual artifact that conceals your cultivation?”

Zuo Wuyi did not deny it, nodding immediately. “Yes. Martial Uncle Xuan Min, do you have any confusion? Or does Martial Uncle think I shouldn’t use this type of spiritual artifact?”

Xuan Min frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with Zuo Wuyi’s tone. “What is your current cultivation? Which cultivation method are you practicing?”

“What’s wrong, can’t Martial Uncle sense it?” Zuo Wuyi asked, speaking sarcastically on purpose. “Oh, I forgot. This spiritual artifact was given to me by Master. If someone’s cultivation is lower than Master’s, it seems they can’t see through mine.”

“I’m truly sorry. Master doesn’t allow me to reveal my cultivation casually in front of outsiders. If Martial Uncle can’t sense it, there’s nothing I can do,” Zuo Wuyi said. While speaking, she only gave Xuan Min one fleeting glance before looking away.

Xuan Min’s face also turned somewhat unpleasant, but Xuan Shuang was still nearby. Remembering his goal, he tried his best to maintain a calm tone. “I once performed a divination. There is some Karma between us. I wish to resolve it now. It will be beneficial for both you and me.”

“What Karma? Were there others present when Martial Uncle performed the divination? If there’s no one to testify, I don’t know if Martial Uncle truly divined something or is just casually looking for an excuse.” Zuo Wuyi was completely unafraid now. Her Master was only a short distance away; she had someone to back her up.

Xuan Min took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, speaking in the most composed tone possible. “I have something you need, and you have something I need. You should have felt this when you approached me, correct?”

“Martial Uncle has something I need?” Zuo Wuyi raised an eyebrow. “Martial Uncle, why don’t I feel anything at all? Is there something wrong with your divination result?”

What nonsense is he talking about? Clearly, only Xuan Min needed her. The Heart Demon Seed on him was definitely not something she needed. Why should she be treated as a vessel for him to resolve his Heart Demon just because he said so?

“You don’t feel anything?” Xuan Min’s eyes held a trace of confusion. He had calculated carefully over the years. The first step to achieving a smooth Tribulation was to transfer a portion of his cultivation into Zuo Wuyi’s body.

To transfer his cultivation legitimately, he specifically practiced Ice elemental spells for about a year, then separated that portion of his power and wrapped it in the Ice Spiritual Energy favored by Ice Spirit Root cultivators.

He had clearly tested it: any cultivator with an Ice Spirit Root would unconsciously be drawn to his aura, instinctively wanting to be near him. Why wasn’t it working on Zuo Wuyi?

“Martial Uncle Xuan Min, you must have the wrong person. The one attracted to you should be the people outside who flatter you, not my Little Junior Sister.” Mo Xiao appeared beside Zuo Wuyi without warning, directly shielding Zuo Wuyi behind her.

“This is my Little Junior Sister, not someone belonging to Martial Uncle. If Martial Uncle does not have an urgent matter, please don’t interrupt my Little Junior Sister and me from saving people. There are still many cultivators who need healing now.”

Mo Xiao managed to subtly put the blame on Xuan Min, also drawing the attention of several injured cultivators nearby.

Xuan Min could accept Zuo Wuyi being disrespectful to him, but he could not accept Mo Xiao doing the same. He frowned, intending to assume the posture of a senior to lecture Mo Xiao.

“Martial Uncle, I call you Martial Uncle out of respect for my Master,” Mo Xiao seemed to anticipate what Xuan Min intended to do and spoke before him. “Although I only recently became an elder of the Sword Pavilion, from a certain perspective, I am also your colleague, correct?”

In terms of seniority, Mo Xiao was indeed junior to Xuan Min. According to the rules of the Dao Inquiry Sect, a junior contradicting a senior was considered disrespectful.

However, in terms of status, both were elders, and Mo Xiao was an exceptional selection. There was no real seniority hierarchy between them.

We are all elders of the Sword Pavilion. Isn’t it normal for you to contradict me a few times and me to contradict you a few times? Must we resort to attacking a fellow sect member over a minor verbal dispute?

The words Xuan Min intended to say were stuck in his throat, unable to move up or down. If they were somewhere else, away from these onlookers, he would definitely teach Mo Xiao a lesson, letting her know what respect for one’s seniors meant.

“I didn’t expect the threshold for an elder of the Sword Pavilion to be so low. Any stray cat or dog can become one,” Xuan Min was in the wrong now. With Xuan Shuang present, he couldn’t do anything physical, so he could only resort to verbal insults.

“Is it very low?” Zuo Wuyi tilted her head. “I remember Martial Uncle Xuan Min only advanced to the Nascent Soul stage at one hundred and fifty years old, right? If Senior Sister is a stray cat or dog, what does that make Martial Uncle? A little bug?”

Xuan Min was also a person with a temper, and his tolerance was limited. After Zuo Wuyi spoke those words, he immediately drew his sword and attacked.

Zuo Wuyi, having her protection, fearlessly allowed Mo Xiao to lead her to retreat to Xuan Shuang’s side, and immediately complained, “Master, Martial Uncle has a terrible temper.”

“…” Xuan Shuang glanced at her Little Disciple. In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything, merely drawing her sword and blocking the two, using her actions to express her stance.

“Senior Sister, are you just going to let your disciples disparage me?” Xuan Min’s face was dark. He could endure other insults, but Zuo Wuyi dared to call him a “little bug”? Even if the person who said it was her disciple, he couldn’t tolerate it!

Xuan Shuang looked at the feigning-pity Zuo Wuyi and her second disciple, who was clearly taking her side. She sighed helplessly in her heart.

“Yun Mu is excellent, more excellent than both you and me. Wuyi was not wrong about that,” Despite her frustration, her disciples were her responsibility. Even if they had caused trouble, she had to clean up the mess and mend the situation forcefully.

Besides, she had known all along that Xuan Min wanted to target her Little Disciple, and she saw that Xuan Min was the one who initiated the provocation.

“Senior Sister intends to protect them?” Xuan Min said with a darkened expression. “Does Senior Sister favor this disrespectful disciple?”

“Disrespectful senior?” Xuan Shuang raised an eyebrow. “Wuyi is very obedient in front of me. I have taught her for eight years, and she has never once disobeyed my instructions. You call such a disciple ‘disrespectful senior’?”

Another arrow hit Xuan Min’s chest. If Zuo Wuyi was an obedient disciple, did that mean that him being insulted was his own problem?

“Martial Uncle, Wuyi is still young. Children speak without thinking. Please don’t hold it against her,” Yun He said. She genuinely wanted to mediate. She didn’t want her Little Junior Sister to be targeted by Xuan Min, a Transformation stage cultivator.

Unfortunately, Yun He’s attempt at mediation was merely stating the obvious, making Xuan Min’s position even more awkward.

A person who was several hundred years old was clinging to a teenager’s words. It would be too embarrassing if word got out!