The sky gradually darkened, and the night wind rose.

Nanlai City was just a small town. After nightfall, the pedestrians on the road became increasingly sparse.

At this time, it was actually the best moment for a group of fortune-seeking outsiders to be active. After all, there were too many people during the day, making it difficult to move freely. It was only at night that they could truly act without restraint. However, fifty outsiders might sound like a lot, but spread out across the entire city, it wasn't much.

Luo Qingyao walked alone on a certain street.

She was completely different from her usual obedient and cute demeanor when she was by Fan Wubing's side. On her fourteen-year-old face, there was a sharpness that made it seem like you had to be extremely careful just to say a word to her.

She habitually wore dark green clothes, which under the dim light of the night, took on a frosty sheen.

At the end of the street, she stopped and stared at the corner of a mansion's courtyard wall. After a while, she furrowed her brows, thinking, it's not here? Could it be that someone has already snatched that object away?

She then slightly squinted her eyes, slowly releasing her spirit to sense the qi within the environment, trying to trace the object.

Over here!

She followed the trail forward.

After winding through the alleys and streets for a while, she stopped under a parasol tree.

She stood still, looking up at the lush tree, frowning tightly,

"It ends here. Did this tree take that object?"

As soon as this thought came up, she shook her head,

"There must be a mistake. This tree looks like just an ordinary parasol tree... Let's keep searching."

...

A young man in white followed the little girl carrying a grass carp all the way.

Fan Wubing and Fu Manman were following the young man in white.

They traversed the streets and alleys, eventually reaching the outskirts of the western part of the city. The buildings here were much lower and simpler, and the streets were quite dirty and messy; it was evident that this was the area where poverty-stricken families lived. Aside from the candlelights and oil lamps glowing inside, there were no other lights on the street.

The wind grew stronger, and the night moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds.

The little girl, carrying the grass carp, ran all the way. She ducked into a narrow alley, twisting and turning, and finally arrived at a cluster of mostly wooden shanties. It was very crowded here, with roads mostly paved with broken stones, and some places were still dirt roads. The air was filled with a peculiar "distressed" smell, a mixture of waste water, food, and excrement.

The roads wound around, and in some places, only a child could pass through.

Even the young man in white, a cultivator, almost lost sight of her.

Finally, he arrived at the little girl's house. It was very shabby and makeshift, almost just a few pieces of wood, plus some dry grass, broken stones, and yellow mud, making one worry if it could withstand a rainy night.

Inside the house, a dim oil lamp was lit, and the little girl's voice came through,

"Mother, here's today's fish, you eat it. Me? I don't need it, I already ate during the day. Really, I'm not lying to you, Mother... Look at my belly, it's so full."

Standing outside, the young man in white heard this conversation and hesitated slightly. He thought, is it really this poor?

But he immediately firmed his resolve, thinking, a single fish wouldn't really change this family's life, but if I buy it at a high price, I get the fortune, and this family might escape poverty.

To me, the fish is fortune, and to this mother and daughter, money is fortune.

A win-win situation!

After convincing himself, he smiled, and then pushed open the door,

"I'm sorry to intrude."

The moment he pushed open the door and saw inside, he was stunned. Because it wasn't a poor household inside at all, but rather... a temple, enshrining a deity statue so broken that its true form was unrecognizable, with spider webs covering the incense table, indicating it hadn't been visited in a long time.

There was no little girl or mother.

Underneath the base of the deity statue, there was a small nest made of shredded cloth, leaves, and dry grass.

Inside the nest, an old cat with patches of missing fur and a languid breath was vigorously gnawing on the grass carp with its broken tooth. A tortoiseshell kitten sat nearby watching with its four paws neatly aligned.

The young man in white was completely stunned, unable to comprehend what he had just experienced.

The old cat suddenly turned its head to look at him, its few hairs standing on end and it let out a threatening "hiss".

The kitten, on the other hand, was quite different. Its fur shimmered with faint light, its slit-like pupils appearing to burn with soul fire, intensely cold. Its aura rose steadily, and its body kept expanding,

"You've seen through me. Why are you people always so curious about these things?"

Demonic aura!

The young man in white suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly stepped back. The moment he retreated, he realized he was not in any dilapidated, impoverished shanty area but in a graveyard. The temple was actually a grave keeper's shrine!

No wonder, no wonder it was such a convoluted path that took so long to reach here. It turned out this place wasn't even within Nan'an City!

Feeling the kitten's rising demonic aura, the young man in white lost all will to fight.

This kind of aura, at least a fourth-stage demon beast, or even a fifth-stage Great Demon! Definitely not an opponent he could handle!

What a damned fortune land, to have such a Great Demon?

The young man in white, without a second thought, fled desperately, disregarding any quest for fortune, focusing solely on saving his life.

In his frantic escape, he stumbled over something and fell heavily to the ground. When he looked back, he discovered what had tripped him was a skeletal hand, reaching out from a nearby grave mound.

"Ah!"

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free, screaming in terror.

Seeing the cat demon closing in, his heart filled with fear, becoming more anxious. The more frightened and anxious he was, the less he could break free from the skeleton.

"No, please! Sob, sob—" Unable to bear the pressure, he actually started crying.

The cat demon, now like a massive tiger, stood before the young man in white, roaring,

"Coward! I spare your life this time. If you dare to come back and disturb me again, I'll consume you utterly!"

With that, the skeleton released the young man in white.

Tears and snot flowing, he kowtowed profusely and fled as if mad.

The cat demon watched as the young man in white gradually disappeared from sight, let out a long breath, and just as it was about to turn back, suddenly found its legs, no, its whole body was unable to muster any strength, caught by something tightly gripping the scruff of its neck!

Fan Wu pinched the scruff of the small cat's neck, chuckling,

"You little thing, you actually know how to put on a show, huh."

The tortoiseshell kitten, using all its strength, managed a feeble "meow."

In an instant, the surroundings transformed again.

There was no graveyard or dilapidated temple, just an ordinary, messy, poor shantytown.

Fan Wubing leaned against a wall, turning his head to look at a small puddle nearby that didn't even reach his knees... Just now, that's where the young man in white had been struggling and begging, covering himself in mud, almost drowning in it.

Behind him, Fu Manman walked out, curiously asking,

"How did you see through this illusion?"

Just now, she had been completely fooled, thinking she had entered a graveyard. She even thought that tortoiseshell kitten was a truly powerful Great Demon and was quite nervous for a while. It was only when she saw Fan Wubing grab the kitten by the scruff and lift it up that she realized it had been all a bluff.

"Just keep your eyes open and ears attentive. Pay attention to the subtle changes in the environment."

In reality, absorbing the imperial energy and evolving, the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill had made his sense of qi extremely sensitive, especially in this Peach Blossom Spring. If it was before the evolution, it might still take some time to discern it.

"I see."

Fu Manman watched Fan Wubing's back, pondering that he still had that elusive quality as always.

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