The daily life of a max-level immortal cultivator

Chapter 60 The Boy with Different Eyes

"Where is Sect Leader Zhang rushing off to in such a hurry?"

Zhang Zhongdu, who was flying at high speed, suddenly felt a powerful pressure hit him, causing his speed technique to fail instantly. He was also knocked heavily to the ground and coughed up blood.

"You have no grudge against my Dutian Pavilion, so why have you come uninvited to slaughter my sect and kill all my disciples?"

Zhang Zhongdu angrily tried to get up and confront him, but the blow had thrown him into a state of panic, and he couldn't regulate his internal energy no matter what he did. He could only lie on the ground in a very disheveled position, his once meticulously combed hair now in complete disarray.

Liu Xingxing nimbly landed beside him, pointing her sword at him, and asked indifferently, "I'll only ask you one question: Did you raise blood slaves to refine pills?"

"I don't think my method of refining pills has hindered your path in any way. I have never made an enemy of someone as capable as you, and this matter is not enough to make you commit the act of slaughtering your entire family."

Zhang Zhongdu didn't offer any explanation; lying in front of someone far more powerful than himself was not a wise move.

"Are you admitting it?"

He didn't speak.

"Ha, all the sects and schools have explicitly forbidden this method of alchemy, yet you openly use it. How are you any different from a demon? And not a single person in the entire Dutian Pavilion is different. This alone is enough to make you die a thousand times over. What's the point of keeping such a sect around!"

Liu Xingxing walked towards him, sword in hand, her eyes filled with endless indifference.

Zhang Zhongdu visibly panicked: "Your Excellency, please wait! I am willing to offer..."

"puff!"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the sound of a sharp sword slicing through his veins. His body then crashed to the ground, and three breaths later he was lifeless, dying with his eyes wide open.

"I thought it would be hard to kill, but it's not that difficult after all..."

Liu Xingxing murmured to herself, made a hand seal to wipe the blood off the sword, and prepared to sheathe the sword, clean up the area, and see if there was anything valuable to take with her.

Zhang Zhongdu carried three storage rings on his person: one for the pills he had refined over the years, one for spirit stones and treasures, and the third for miscellaneous items.

Liu Xingxing didn't want to touch the contents of the storage ring containing the pills at all, so she crushed it into powder along with the ring. As for the other two, she poured out all the contents of the rings and put them into the storage ring on her left hand.

Just as they were about to finish doing all that and were about to go and sweep through the hall that she had split in two, a figure slowly climbed up from the ruins.

"Who?!"

Because the smoke was quite thick there, making it difficult to see who it was, Liu Xingxing didn't draw her sword again.

She had already dealt with the most powerful person in the Dutian Pavilion, so there was no need for her to draw her sword again for the rest.

A thin figure slowly staggered through the smoke toward her, and Liu Xingxing was finally able to see his true appearance.

It turned out to be a boy dressed in tattered clothes, with no unsightly flesh on his hands and feet covered in hideous scars. He looked extremely malnourished. Only his face, though dirty, was free of any scars.

The boy, as if he hadn't seen sunlight for years, squinted uncomfortably and stared at the sunset for a while. He then looked around before finally looking at the only person still standing on the field.

The boy opened his mouth for a long while before finally managing to utter a broken sentence: "You...are...here...to...save...me?"

It was clear that he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time; he couldn't even speak a short sentence properly, and he spoke with great effort.

It seems he is the one who was imprisoned and made a blood slave by Zhang Zhongdu.

"No, I was just passing by and picked off a few scumbags on the way."

Liu Xingxing walked past him toward the main hall, not giving him much of a glance.

Liu Xingxing picked up a short blade, examined it for a moment, nodded to confirm its usefulness, and then put it back into her storage ring. She then went to pick up the next useful item, regardless of what the boy was like.

The boy didn't make any move; he just stood there watching her pick things up here and there.

The sun was setting behind the western mountains, with only a small half-circle hanging on the horizon and slowly disappearing, turning the sky a crimson red.

Liu Xingxing had almost finished packing up, leaving nothing of value behind, and was preparing to return to Xikou Town when she noticed the boy still standing there watching, which puzzled her.

"Why aren't you leaving yet? No one's stopping you now, you can go wherever you want."

The boy spoke haltingly, "I have no home, but I can return."

"So, you don't mean you want me to take you in, do you?"

“In my current state, I won’t live much longer alone. You killed that demon, so you are my benefactor. I want to follow you.”

This time he spoke much more fluently than before, but he still spoke haltingly.

Liu Xingxing helplessly rubbed her face: "Why do you all love to make me pick up people? It's not that I can't come back with you, since I'm going back to my sect anyway. But my sect doesn't accept useless people. Even the lowest-ranking servants can cultivate and do some odd jobs. After all, we can't support idle people."

"Then, what use are you?"

She made herself very clear. After all, she wouldn't just take anyone back. They had to be useful to her, right? It wasn't the sect's recruitment season yet, and she couldn't just send any disciple back to Xuanshan Sect. What if she accidentally brought back someone with ill intentions?

The boy lowered his head slightly: "My...my blood can be used in medicine."

"I know, otherwise why would that person capture you as a blood slave? But I have no use for your blood, and no one in our sect wants it. Besides that, what use are you? For example, what talents do you have, or what is your spiritual root? Have you tested it?"

"I've tested it, but I forgot..."

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be faking it. How much torture and imprisonment must he have endured? He can't even remember his own belongings. He doesn't look very old either. He's a pitiful person.

"Hey, come here, let me take a look at you."

Liu Xingxing reluctantly gave in.

The boy glanced at her twice and then cautiously walked over.

As the person approached, Liu Xingxing realized that the boy had heterochromia, and it seemed to be natural rather than artificially created. The brown and gold eyes were quite striking.

Liu Xingxing paused for a moment, then raised her hand to check his physique, but the boy subconsciously dodged away, as if it were an instinctive reaction.

"Don't worry, I'm not him, I won't hurt you."

The boy, looking slightly embarrassed, turned around and said, "Sorry, I'm not..."

"It's alright, I understand."

Liu Xingxing gently placed her hand on his head, subtly sensing his presence. Her expression changed slightly, and then she withdrew her hand, asking with an ambiguous look, "Do you... remember your name and where that scumbag captured you?"

"My name is Shaoming. I was captured by him from the southern border of the desert. What happened?"

Wang Defa! ! !

What else is wrong?

Nothing much, except that Liu Xingxing suddenly realized that this poor boy actually had a rare gold spiritual root, the kind that turns stones into gold!

There is no shortage of people with gold spiritual roots on the Yuanzhou Continent, but most of them have dual spiritual roots. People with single spiritual roots are already rare, and people with a single gold spiritual root are even rarer. This is even more rare than a mutated spiritual root!

As far as Liu Xingxing knew, only one person in the novel possessed a golden spiritual root, and that was Xin Shaoming, the youngest member of the royal family of the Mo Nan Sha Gu Clan! He was also one of Wei Qiushuang's most capable concubines!

Xin Shaoming, that nouveau riche who has money, ability, and connections!

What kind of luck does she have? How come she picks up a person every time she goes out, and both of them are quite important figures?

"You, me, sigh..."

Liu Xingxing gave up struggling. How could she not know that Xin Shaoming's predecessor would be so miserable? His first appearance should have been a cool and dashing rescue of the current female lead, Lu Xihan, from being surrounded by a horde of giant sand gu in the southern border region, instead of the way she could scare him with just a wave of her hand.

Heterochromatic eyes, a golden spiritual root, and his name is Shaoming—it's definitely him. Liu Xingxing wanted to laugh, but she couldn't manage to.

As the sun had completely sunk behind the mountains and the sky gradually darkened, she had to change her original plan.

"Let's go back first and talk about it when we get back. It's not convenient to stay here any longer."

As she spoke, Liu Xingxing summoned a flying sword and jumped onto it, then stretched out her hand to him and said, "Come on up."