By the fire, the weakened Yan Xiaoru made a shocking offer.

    The ‘Netherworld Demon Technique’ was an ancient inheritance that Yan Xiaoru had obtained by chance, and it was the foundation of her standing.

    Even her direct disciples had only received part of the inheritance.

    Her mysterious ancient demon technique inheritance was instrumental in her becoming an elder of the Demonic Sect at the age of 29.

    Now, facing Li Muyang, Elder Yan unexpectedly took the initiative to offer the entire ‘Netherworld Demon Technique’ to him.

    Li Muyang was taken aback, almost doubting what he had heard.

    “Uh... Elder Yan...”

    Li Muyang hesitated, speaking cautiously, “Are you tired? Do you need to rest for a while?”

    Not only was his expression cautious, but his tone was also much gentler.

    He suspected that Elder Yan’s mind had been affected by the fever, causing her to speak nonsense.

    However, Yan Xiaoru looked at him with a cold expression.

    Her breath weak but her tone very firm, “...You only need to answer whether you are willing or not.”

    Yan Xiaoru’s expression was indifferent, her gaze steady, clearly lucid and not speaking nonsense.

    Li Muyang now believed that Elder Yan was truly intending to pass on the demon technique to him. But...

    “Elder Yan, we are currently in a secret realm with our cultivation suppressed. Even if you pass on the devil technique to me, I can’t cultivate it,” Li Muyang spread his hands, making a reasonable point.

    “As for memorizing the content you recite... I have confidence in my comprehension and memory, but without more than two months, I can’t memorize an entire book.”

    The feasibility of Yan Xiaoru’s offer to impart the technique was nonexistent at the moment.

    Not to mention, if he were to follow her and memorize the content of the devil technique, it would greatly delay the time he had to practice the Startling Swan Sword Mantra.

    This woman was dying, and Li Muyang’s time was running out!

    Li Muyang was somewhat anxious, wishing he could return to the game immediately to continue practicing his sword mantra.

    However, considering that Yan Xiaoru seemed to have some mental issues and worried that she might attempt suicide prematurely, Li Muyang had to put the game aside and first attend to the neglected ’empty-nest elder.’ ?

    He had a brief conversation with Yan Xiaoru, trying to find out why she suddenly wanted to pass on the demon technique to him.

    Was she worried about the technique being lost?

    Tiny snowflakes were falling through the bamboo, but Yan Xiaoru’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

    After adding some dry wood to the fire, Li Muyang got up curiously.

    Usually, at mealtime, the foodie Yan Xiaoru would take the initiative to call him to roast bamboo shoots.

    Li Muyang, who was used to being reminded, had been so engrossed in the game that he only opened his eyes when dusk fell, only to realize that mealtime had long passed.

    Rubbing his growling stomach, he got up in confusion.

    Outside the bamboo forest, the snow was falling much heavier.

    Amidst the falling snow, Fairy Yu and her husband’s graves lay quietly nestled in the snowy ground.

    The Startling Swan Immortal Sword stood silently in front of the graves, guarding the divine couple.

    Ten steps in front of the graves, in the vast expanse of white snow, lay a still figure.

    It was Yan Xiaoru.

    She lay face-up in the snow, motionless.

    The falling snowflakes kept landing on her, nearly burying her.

    Li Muyang, shocked by this scene, hurriedly ran through the snow to her.

    Although the woman lying in the snow had her eyes open and her breath was steady, as if she was conscious, Li Muyang, who knew Yan Xiaoru well, understood that she was unconscious!

    A faint purplish aura could be seen on her face, indicating that toxins were rampant in her body.

    When he touched her, he felt an icy chill. Not only was she unconscious, but she had also been lying in the snow for who knows how long.

    Her body, which should have been impervious to the cold, was now as cold as ice.

    The dual assault of poison and cold had successfully breached her defenses for the first time, causing her to faint.

    Li Muyang hastily picked her up and carried her into the bamboo forest, placing her next to the fire to warm her up.

    At the same time, he called out anxiously, “Elder Yan? Elder Yan? Wake up!”

    “Elder Yan? Yan Xiaoru!” Li Muyang’s urgent calls echoed through the bamboo forest.

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