"Stop talking nonsense and get lost! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Gu Yuan snorted coldly, speaking without any politeness.

In this Red Dragon Small World, cultivators are most afraid not of those fierce beasts and demons, nor the various dangerous places, but of other cultivators.

At least fierce beasts and demons can be avoided in advance, and often have low spiritual wisdom, unless luck is really bad. As long as one is cautious and prepared, generally nothing will happen.

And those dangerous places and evil lands can also be avoided in advance.

But other cultivators are different. To put it bluntly, cultivators enter this small world for various opportunities and benefits.

And in such a strange place, without distinguishing between immortals and demons, lacking good and evil, there are fewer external constraints, plus the influence of treasures that disturb the mind, cultivators here are more likely to magnify the malice and evil thoughts within their hearts.

To put it bluntly, no one here can be trusted. Once someone tries to approach, no matter what they say, even if their words are mesmerizing, one must never trust them.

In Gu Yuan's view, he had made it clear earlier that he was not interested in meddling in other people's business, yet this guy still approached, definitely not with good intentions!

The escape light immediately stopped, the young cultivator's face turned unsightly, but he quickly suppressed his anger, forced a smile, and said:

"I think there might be a misunderstanding, fellow cultivator. My surname is Sun, first name Zhou, I mean no harm. I just have a good matter to discuss with you. If you disagree, I'll leave immediately."

As he spoke, Sun Zhou took out a stalk of purple-red spirit grass and said, "Look, this item is Netherworld Grass, which has a special effect of nourishing the divine soul. This stalk of Netherworld Grass is a full 7,000 years old, even Golden Core Great Cultivators would be tempted by it."

"Earlier, when I was collecting this herb, I accidentally disturbed a pair of Ghost-faced Owls. These creatures are notoriously resentful. Now they are relentlessly chasing me, pursuing me for three days and nights."

"If you're willing to help by luring away one of the Ghost-faced Owls chasing from behind, I'll give you this stalk of Netherworld Grass as a gift."

Sun Zhou explained the situation at an extremely fast pace.

"Netherworld Grass?"

Gu Yuan raised an eyebrow, his whole demeanor visibly surprised.

This Netherworld Grass is a relatively special spirit medicine, usually only growing in places of extreme yin, such as areas where yin veins arise, or places like the Chaotic Tomb Ridge where too many creatures have died.

It often needs to absorb sufficient yin energy and the soul energy released after creatures die in order to grow.

Indeed, as Sun Zhou said, this item can nourish the divine soul and is greatly beneficial for cultivators.

Especially the one in Sun Zhou's hand, which has lived for 7,000 years, its medicinal power even stronger, barely qualifying as a king among medicines.

The key is that in addition to being consumed raw to strengthen the divine soul, this Netherworld Grass is a primary material for a spirit pill known as "Spirit Storage Pill."

And this Spirit Storage Pill is very effective in helping cultivators break through to Core Formation. In fact, it can be said that with this item, the chance of forming a core increases by several folds.

So, without a doubt, this stalk of Netherworld Grass is a treasure.

However... Gu Yuan would never believe in such good fortune falling into one's lap.

"If I agree, wouldn't you gain nothing? Are you really willing for such a valuable item to fall into my hands?"

Gu Yuan's mouth revealed a slight mocking cold smile.

Sun Zhou showed a bitter smile: "To be honest, I actually gathered two stalks of Netherworld Grass at the time, and the other one is even older than this one."

Ga—ga—ga—

He was about to say more, but just then, a piercing and strange sound echoed from the distance.

The sound was shrill and harsh, similar to a crow but much more unpleasant, and carried an eerie power, causing restlessness and dizziness, with a nauseating urge.

Soon, two dark shadows flew over from the distance.

These two dark shadows were two peculiar birds, with an appearance somewhat like vultures, wingspan only about two zhang, yet bodies longer, feathers gray-black and dull, missing patches here and there, looking quite ugly.

Their claws and beaks were curved like hooks, their owl-like faces grayish like ghost-faced, gleaming cold light with unusual sharpness, especially those emerald eyes carrying a strange eeriness that sent chills down one's spine!

Though the two Ghost-faced Owls were small in stature, the aura emitted from their bodies was peculiar and powerful, not at Golden Core level but vaguely exuding the aura of Golden Core Demons.

Seeing the two Ghost-faced Owls fly over, Sun Zhou's face changed slightly, then Gu Yuan frowned, waved his hand: "This matter has nothing to do with me, and I'm not interested in Netherworld Grass either, you better handle it yourself."

After speaking, he soared up his escape light and flew away directly.

Left behind, Sun Zhou's face turned extremely grim, soon his eyes showed strong resentment, his eyes shifted, sneered, and even followed after.

"Hmm?"

Gu Yuan was flying away, suddenly felt Sun Zhou catching up from behind, his face immediately turned grim, filled with coldness, stopped his escape light, stared at the approaching Sun Zhou: "You dog, repeatedly offending, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?!"

The voice was low, full of severe killing intent.

As he spoke, a silver sword light flew out from his sleeve, like a silver Flood Dragon baring fangs and claws, striking towards Sun Zhou.

Feeling the terrifying momentum of the incoming sword light, Sun Zhou's face drastically changed, quickly summoned a flying sword.

However, this flying sword had a Wu Hook style, bluish, exuding sharpness, of decent quality.

The blue sword light met the silver sword light, intending to resist it, but with a "crack," the blue sword light was shattered by the silver sword light.

Sun Zhou's face turned pale, a mouthful of blood surged upwards, he spat it out directly.

Though this flying sword wasn't his lifebound flying sword, it had been cultivated for a long time, connected to his heart and blood, now destroyed, he naturally suffered repercussions.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the silver sword light continuing its path, feeling the cold bone-piercing killing intent and sharpness reaching him, Sun Zhou's body turned cold, his back's hair stood on end, deep hatred in his heart!

He never expected Gu Yuan to have such means, the sharpness of his swordsmanship was unparalleled in his life experience.

Even the cherished flying sword was cleaved apart in one strike.

Gritting his teeth, Sun Zhou simply took out a gray bird egg the size of a head.

Then he hurled it towards the sword light.

Meanwhile, with his other hand, he crushed a jade talisman.

The jade talisman shattered with a click, transformed into white light encircling him, then carrying him fleeing ten times faster than his previous escape light, to the distance.

In just a blink, he disappeared into the distance.

And the bird egg thrown by Sun Zhou was slashed apart by the silver Flood Dragon Sword's transformed sword light.

Gaga—gaga—

Seeing this, the two Ghost-faced Owls screeched, their voices sharp, looking towards Gu Yuan with eyes full of anger and resentment.

"Bird egg?"

Gu Yuan frowned, looking up at the frantically charging Ghost-faced Owls from afar.

Instantly understood Sun Zhou's plan.

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