Xu Yilin did not come out personally to see him off, but stood on the rooftop of the Xu family's inner courtyard, gazing at Liu Wuxie's back.

  "Child, you've grown up now. From now on, you have to walk your own path." As he finished speaking, two tears fell from Xu Yilin's eyes.

  This big man rarely shows such a fragile side in front of outsiders.

  When Xu Lingxue left, he was very calm. But when Liu Wuxie left, it seemed like he had lost something in his heart and his mood was very low.

  "Wait, Prince Liu!"

  Crossing two streets, a familiar voice came from behind.

  Lei Tao rushed over quickly, still holding a porcelain bottle in his hand, panting heavily.

  "It's good that you didn't come too late, this is what the pavilion master asked me to give you. He spent several days in a row refining it and finally refined ten golden spirit pills. Take these with you, just in case." After finishing speaking, he handed the porcelain bottle over to Liu Wuxie's hand.

  Ten Golden Spirit Pills, although no dan patterns appeared, each one was round and smooth, every single one representing Bi Gongyu's heart and soul.

  In these five days, Bi Gongyu devoted himself to refining the elixir, especially the Golden Spirit Elixir. He tried more than a dozen times and finally grasped the key.

  "Thanks for me, Your Excellency!" Liu Wuxie didn't stand on ceremony either, put away the porcelain bottle, cupped his fists in a farewell gesture to Lei Tao, and rushed towards the city gate.

  Passing through the city gate, facing the morning sun, Liu Wuxie strides forward with big steps.

  What else is waiting for him ahead?

  ……

  One day later!

  A small town without a name, Liu Wuxie found an inn and walked in. After rushing for a day, he was really thirsty and his stomach was very hungry.

  Xue's family might set up an ambush on the road, Liu Wuxie wasn't sure either, so it was better to be cautious. The whole way they walked on official roads and rarely hurried at night.

  Liu Wuxie had not yet sat down when the waiter came running up: "Sir, what would you like?" The waiter was very enthusiastic, with a white towel draped over his left shoulder, stained with oil.

  The town was small and there was only this one restaurant, so Liu Wuxie had no other choice. As long as he could eat his fill, that was enough; it wasn't like he was too particular about it.

  "Just bring me a few simple ones, I'm in a hurry!"

  After finishing speaking, he sat down with nothing around him and put all his belongings into a storage bag.

  Xiao Er busied himself and left, and Liu Wu Xie's gaze finally swept around the surroundings.

  It's called a wine house, but in fact it's just one room with four or five tables.

  On the table to his right, a middle-aged couple sat, with the man scolding the woman for walking too slowly, while the woman was tearfully complaining.

  On the left are three ordinary people with a rustic appearance, and next to them is a tool for farming.

  At the back was a table with a young man sitting on it, wearing relatively clean clothes, looking like he was in a hurry, but not quite, because his shoes were very clean.

  In this strange scene, the farmer was talking about this year's harvest, while the couple was whispering to each other.

  Not long after.

  The little servant held a tray, brought up three stir-fried dishes, steaming hot, and a small jug of wine, a bowl of fragrant rice made from glutinous rice, soft and delicious, placed in front of Liu Wuxie, making one's appetite open wide.

  This is no ordinary rice, but spiritual rice, grown with spiritual rain, containing extremely strong spirituality. When a cultivator eats it, not only can they strengthen their body and health, but also benefit their lifespan and longevity.

  "Please take your time, young master!" After putting down the wine and dishes, the waiter quickly retreated.

  He picked up the wine jug, gently poured it full, lifted the cup on the table, and admired the overflowing wine. A cold smile appeared at the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth.

  It was strange that at the moment when Liu Wu Xie raised his wine cup, the tavern suddenly fell silent.

  The middle-aged couple stopped grumbling, the farmer stopped chatting, and even the young man in white behind them slightly moved his shoulders.

  All of these escaped Liu Wuxie's eyes and ears, each person's expression was taken in by her.

  The wine glass was placed at his lips, but he hesitated and didn't drink it down.

  The three farmers on the left seemed somewhat impatient and continued to chat about the weather, with some insincerity in their words.

  The middle-aged couple on the right began to complain to each other again, nothing more than some trivial matters.

  The young man in white behind him suddenly lowered his right hand and placed it on the inner side, Liu Wuxie couldn't see the specific situation, but with a slight movement of his shoulder, he could still judge.

  He raised his wine glass and suddenly drained it in one gulp.

  "Good wine!" He put down his cup and shouted loudly.

  "Ah, Liu Wuxie, you've finally fallen into our hands!"

  A middle-aged couple on the right suddenly jumped up, pulled out two long knives from under the table, and rushed towards Liu Wuxie, but did not make a move.

  Standing three meters away from Liu Wuxie, a long knife in his hand emitted a bright and dazzling light, which was somewhat piercing to the eyes under the sunlight.

  "Don't just stand there, all of you get up!" Lightly putting down his wine cup, Liu Wuxie said to the three peasants on his left and the young man in white behind him.

  Let them stop pretending and stand up quickly.

  "How did you know we're in cahoots!" The three peasants stood up, their faces twisted into scowls.

  From the Zhuang family's formation, various strange and bizarre weapons were drawn out, guarding the exit to prevent Liu Wuxie from escaping.

  The young man in white behind him slowly stood up, pulled out a three-foot green sword from under the table, and storage bags are not something everyone has, many times things still need to be carried with them.

  "Are you from the Xue family or the City Master's mansion?" Liu Wuxie scanned around, his eyes falling on the middle-aged couple.

  The two of them were the leaders, with the strongest power and the oldest age.

  "Little one, go ask in the underworld when you get there, you won't have a chance to know now." The middle-aged man said with a sinister tone, a cruel smile floating at the corner of his mouth.

  Three peasants laughed together, while the young man in white behind them was expressionless.

  They approached step by step with their handheld weapons, and they didn't dare to make a move rashly, as if waiting for something.

  "You think this little poison can kill me? You underestimate me." Liu Wuxie raised his wine cup, with a harmless expression on his face, and a smile filled with joy.

  The middle-aged couple's smile suddenly froze on their faces, their expressions somewhat stiff. How did Liu Wuxie know that there was poison in the wine?

  Not only is there poison in the wine, but also in the dishes, and even in the spiritual rice. Every single one of them has been poisoned. Whether Liu Wu Xie drinks or eats, he will be poisoned.

  "You... how did you know there's poison in the wine?!" The middle-aged man was somewhat tense.

  They were well aware of Liu Wuxie's abilities, and with just a few people, it would be difficult to kill him, so they could only use poison.

  Three peasants gripped their weapons tightly, with somewhat unnatural expressions on their faces.

  "Don't worry, this is my carefully prepared dispersing liquid. Even if a Washing Spirit Realm cultivator were to swallow it, they would be completely powerless within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea." The young man in white clothes said coldly behind him.

  The name sounds quite impressive, but as for its effectiveness, it's still unknown, and it hasn't even been a cup of tea time yet.

  Liu Wuxie was still drinking and eating on his own, picking up a piece of cooked meat and putting it in his mouth, savoring the delicious taste, without even thinking of getting up.

  The six of them stood guard around it.

  The little servant stood at a distance, holding a vegetable knife in his hand, waiting for an opportunity.

  With a full stomach and satisfied expression, Liu Wu Xie patted his belly contentedly, let out a burp, and then slowly got up.

  "What's going on?" a middle-aged man asked the young man in white clothes.

  It's been a while since then, and Liu Wuxie doesn't seem to have changed much, still as energetic and lively as ever. But something is off about this whole thing.

  "He's pretending to be calm, trying to make it seem like nothing's wrong, wanting to get away with it. We mustn't let our guard down." The young man named Bai Yun thought that Liu Wuxie had already become a spent force.

  Pretending to be calm and composed, but actually having run out of patience long ago.

  In the wine and dishes, he actually drank a whole bottle of dispersing liquid, even if it was a washing Lingjing demon beast, it should have fallen at this time.

  "What's wrong with you guys? If you don't make a move soon, I'm leaving!"

  Liu Wu Xie was too lazy to bother with idle chatter, and when it was time to take action, he took action.

  After finishing speaking, he really walked out, and three farmers instantly blocked him, preventing Liu Wuxie from leaving.

  "Old Six, make a move and test whether his true energy has dissipated or not!" the middle-aged man ordered.

  The man called Lao Liu walked out, holding a sickle for chopping firewood in his hand, drew it from behind and hacked at Liu Wuxie's head fiercely.

  If it hits, even if your head doesn't fall off, it will cut through your neck.

  He made his move with lightning speed, giving Liu Wuxie no chance to counterattack.

  A warrior who has lost his true energy is no different from an ordinary person. Even if he is in the acquired realm, he can easily kill Liu Wuxie.

  The sickle emitted a rapid tearing sound, about three meters away, and arrived in the blink of an eye.

  Lao Liu's strength is not low, but in the Washing Spirit Realm of Five Layers, even if placed in Canglang City, he would still be considered one of the top masters.

  Xue family wants to kill him, it's impossible to send a Washing Spirit Realm cultivator, at least they would send a Washing Marrow Realm strong practitioner.

  So Liu Wuxie guessed that these people were not sent by Xue's family, but were another enemy who wanted to kill him.

  It is still unknown who it was.

  Getting closer and closer, Liu Wuxie had already felt a chill run down his spine, yet he still stood in place without moving.

  The middle-aged man finally revealed a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. It can be confirmed that Liu Wuxie's true energy has completely disappeared, and the previous appearance was indeed pretentious.

  The young man in white behind him put away his three-foot green blade, it wasn't his turn to make a move yet, Liu Wuxie would soon die under the sickle.

  The sickle in Liu Wuxie's eyes grew larger and larger, his pupils suddenly shrinking, his right hand pressed against the storage bag.

  A strand of terrifying cold light burst out from the storage bag.

  The short sword has been unbearable for a long time, waiting to be drawn at any moment.

  It flashed by in an instant, as if it had never appeared before. It was so fast that people didn't even have time to blink before it disappeared.

  The man who called Lao Liu suddenly froze, as if he had been cast a spell of petrification, and didn't move at all.

  The scythe in hand still maintained its attacking posture, why did it stop?

  "What's going on?" asked the middle-aged man.

  Everyone present felt a flash of light in front of their eyes without seeing the trajectory of Liu Wuxie's sword, and nothing was out of the ordinary.

  "Drip, drip, drip..."

  A drop of fresh blood trickled down Old Six's neck, falling onto the old wooden floor and forming strange flowers.

  Lao Liu wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word. His Adam's apple had been thoroughly cut off by Liu Wuxie's short knife, turning him into a mute.

  The middle-aged couple looked at each other and saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes. What had happened?

  "You... you actually didn't get poisoned!"

  It's been a while since the tea was served, and Liu Wuxie is still full of energy. With one slash of his knife, he killed Old Six. There's only one possibility - the Dispersing Liquid had no effect on him.