Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 104 This Environment is Too Suitable

Midnight.

Wilderness.

Abandoned temple.

"You go collect firewood."

Zhong Lin ordered Mei Weixuan sternly.

"Why me?"

Mei Weixuan glanced outside; the sun had completely set, leaving just a faint afterglow barely enough to see. Going to collect firewood now, there would soon be nothing visible.

"You’ve got some nerve to speak. If it weren’t for you dragging us off to fish, we wouldn’t be stuck spending the night in this desolate place."

Zhong Lin said angrily.

Mei Weixuan scratched his head. He didn’t expect fishing to be so addictive, completely losing track of time.

His eyes darted and landed on the offering table in the dilapidated Mountain God Temple and excitedly said, "No need to get firewood, chopping this table would be enough for a fire."

He was about to draw his sword, but Zhong Lin pressed it back.

"Don’t you have any sense of decency? Look at this temple, all that’s left is this table. It’s obvious that passing travelers left it intentionally. If everyone acted like you, tearing down doors and windows to burn next, would this place be fit for resting?"

"...You’re right, I’ll get firewood."

In half an hour, Mei Weixuan returned with a bundle of firewood in his arms. Despite his white... gray attire looking like a wealthy young master, there was a comical dissonance seeing him trudging in with firewood.

The bonfire was lit, and using a stick, they skewered the fish caught that afternoon to roast over the flame.

Fortunately, Zhong Lin brought some seasonings from home for situations like this, proving quite handy now.

In no time, the entire temple was filled with the aroma of roasting fish.

"It’s a pity we didn’t bring a pot; the fish would taste better in a stew," Zhong Lin lamented.

"It’s already great, let’s eat, let’s eat."

Mei Weixuan snatched a freshly roasted fish, not fearing the heat, he tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Delicious, truly delicious, far better than what the so-called chef from the Capital at my house makes."

"If it’s good, eat more. With so much caught, finish it all tonight."

"That wouldn’t be a problem."

Ignoring Mei Weixuan’s antics, Zhong Lin continued roasting another fish.

"Zhong Lin, see, it’s midnight, wilderness, an abandoned temple, all that’s missing is rain. Time, place, and setting all align. Do you think there might be a lady in distress being chased, like in the stories?"

Mei Weixuan said softly to Zhong Lin.

"Is your brain fried? Why not say there are fox spirits or ghosts? The setting suits ghost stories better."

Zhong Lin’s mouth twitched as he looked at Mei Weixuan, speechless.

"What’s a ghost story?"

"You could understand it as a tale of ghosts and spirits."

"Aren’t ghosts and spirits fake? A lady in distress is more realistic."

"The reality is, besides the two of us unlucky souls, only wild beasts are out here. Stop rambling, finish eating, and rest. I don’t want another night in a rundown temple."

Whoa-la-la!

The two paused in their actions of eating fish, exchanged glances; Zhong Lin had a weird expression, while Mei Weixuan was full of excitement.

This guy is a jinx; whatever he says happens.

"Should we go take a look?"

Without giving Zhong Lin time to consider, Mei Weixuan waved his right hand, causing his Qi-Blood to surge, extinguishing the bonfire instantly without leaving a spark.

Such control demonstrated Mei Weixuan’s meticulous mastery over his Qi-Blood.

Zhong Lin reluctantly put down the roasted fish and quickly followed.

He should have never listened to this guy and gone with the main group to Wuyun City instead. The idea of a midnight chase sounded like trouble, something most would avoid rather than seek out.

...

"Yu Chaosheng, if you know what’s good for you, hand over the item, and I’ll leave you an intact corpse. Otherwise, I’ll show you what cruelty means."

On the clearing, a group of Martial Artists surrounded a young man.

The young man holding a long sword was kneeling on one knee, blood dripping from his body to the ground, with a face full of murderous intent.

Beside him lay five corpses, each killed with a single blow to the throat, between the eyes, or the heart—clean and efficient.

This was why the people attacking him encircled but dared not approach.

"The Song Family truly clings like a ghost; from Pinggu City to here, if not for your despicable poisoning, your rabble wouldn’t be a match for me."

Yu Chaosheng breathed heavily, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred, wishing to kill everyone in front of him.

On his chest was a large wound, from which blood that oozed was faintly black, with a slight stench—a clear sign of severe poisoning.

A towering figure emerged from the crowd, a swordsman holding a sheathed blade.

Radiating an intense, murderous aura, he seemed like an unsheathed treasure sword, strikingly prominent even in the night, demanding attention.

Yu Chaosheng’s pupils contracted slightly upon seeing him.

Yu Chaosheng stared fixedly at this figure: "Song Wei the Wind Blade."

Yu Chaosheng tensed completely, fully aware of the reputation of the ’Wind Blade’ Song Wei from the Pinggu City’s Song Family, knowing what kind of person he was.

The Song family’s second son, a Fifth Grade Inner Strengthening Realm Martial Artist, known for his swift blade, as quick as the wind, leaving no trace. People gave him the moniker "Wind Blade."

Song Wei glanced at the corpses on the ground, then fixed his gaze on Yu Chaosheng, speaking calmly, "A very sharp Swordsmanship, bloodless strikes aiming at vital points. Unfortunately, your sword isn’t fast enough. Hand over the item, and I’ll offer you dignity. If you don’t want dignity, I can assist you."

"Hahaha, I didn’t expect the final strike from you. The Song Family is indeed shameless. Song Wei, dare you duel me fairly without using poison?" Yu Chaosheng said coldly.

"Fairly? Naive. In this world, the victor is dignified. If I live and you die, that is fair and square. Moreover, do you truly believe you could withstand my blade even at your peak?"

"But since you wish to witness my blade, as you wish."

As Song Wei’s words ended.

"Clang!"

The blade was drawn.

Yu Chaosheng suddenly felt as if his whole body was being pricked, his mind erupting in warnings.

All he could see was a streak of white, as blinding as sunlight in the darkness.

The blade was so fast that Yu Chaosheng couldn’t even register its shadow, already feeling it slicing his skin.

Though he still held his sword, even swinging it seemed like a luxury.

Although he was also a Fifth Grade Inner Strengthening Realm Martial Artist, the realm varied, and he was severely poisoned and injured.

A white streak flashed by, and with a soft sound, by the time the people around opened their eyes, Song Wei’s long knife had already returned to its sheath.

Yu Chaosheng still stood there as if unchanged, but the next moment a red line appeared on his neck.

"Such a fast blade."

Yu Chaosheng murmured softly.

Sssh!

The red line widened, blood spurting from Yu Chaosheng’s neck, his life force slowly fading, his eyes losing their shine.

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With a dull sound, Yu Chaosheng’s body collapsed to the ground.

Martial Artists hurriedly came to search his body and soon found a Jade Box on Yu Chaosheng.