The Sorrowmender

Chapter 75 – Xiaobai reasoning?

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Cloud City · Cold Peak Ridge

Night fell.

The bright moon hung high in the sky.

The moonlit road was eerily silent, with a faint red glow flickering in the darkness not far ahead.

"Is there a temple up ahead?" Xiaobai pointed forward.

Little Wuyou said, "There's a fire in the temple, which means someone is there."

Xu Qingzhou naturally noticed it too and stroked his chin, saying, "Better to sleep among graves than in a deserted temple; it's a place of trouble."

"So, should we retreat?" asked Xiaobai.

Xu Qingzhou gave a crooked smile, "Retreat? Not an inch. The strong fear nothing."

Little Wuyou laughed, "Master, you're so cool."

It had been some time since they left Tianshuang. They traveled by day and rested by night, stopping wherever they happened to be.

Though they had no fixed abode, they found joy in it.

For Wuyou, home was wherever her master was. For Xiaobai, home was wherever Wuyou was.

As for Xu Qingzhou, he was a wanderer in the mortal world, with the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed.

He traveled, doing good deeds, seeking peace, and naturally searching for his own Path to Immortality.

Of course, he was also looking for the strange fire mentioned by the System to repair Xiaobai's Twelve Beast Veins.

Moments later, the three arrived in front of the temple.

They dismounted and stepped into the courtyard, where the ground was covered in weeds and dry leaves, crunching underfoot.

Inside the temple, candlelight flickered, and the sparse sounds of conversation and laughter could be heard.

Xu Qingzhou's eyes filled with suspicion as he stopped to listen, and Wuyou and Xiaobai naturally halted as well.

Though the deep mountain night often saw merchants and travelers resting in deserted temples, Cloud City was mountainous and full of herbalists.

But this was Cold Peak Ridge, a notorious bandit hideout, and ordinary people dared not take this path.

The noise in the temple indicated more than one person, yet none seemed to be cultivators, as Xu Qingzhou listened closely.

"Boss, what do we do with this bookworm? Do we kill him?"

"Hey, we're bandits. We rob for money, not for murder. Let him go in the morning."

"Alright, you're the boss. You're smart. This Cold Peak Ridge will be our territory from now on."

"Stick with me, and you'll eat and drink well, hahaha."

"......."

The courtyard gate was less than ten meters from the temple, and the people inside spoke openly, making it easy to hear clearly.

Xu Qingzhou raised an eyebrow.

"Bandits?"

Xiaobai also looked at him, her clear eyes filled with a hint of excitement.

"Such good luck."

Xu Qingzhou had some cultivation, and Xiaobai's physique was special, so they heard clearly. Little Wuyou, however, didn't catch everything.

She only knew there seemed to be many people inside, her big eyes blinking.

"Master, there are quite a few people. Should we retreat?"

Xu Qingzhou slowly shook his head, his gaze turning to Little Wuyou, where the light inside was softer than the moon above.

"No worries, we're here to reason, not to fight."

Xiaobai's lips curled into a smile, and she stepped forward, volunteering.

"This time, let me do the talking, okay—"

Xu Qingzhou didn't refuse but nodded, "Alright, remember to talk nicely."

Xiaobai smiled knowingly, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I didn't read all those books for nothing."

With that, she took small steps toward the temple.

The scene left Little Wuyou stunned. From Xiaobai's tone and expression, she didn't seem like she was going to reason with anyone.

Especially when she saw Xiaobai cracking her knuckles.

An inexplicable sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

Xiaobai reached the door, lifted her leg, and kicked it open with a powerful force.

With a "bang," the wooden door flew inward with a gust of wind.

"Ouch~"

"Who—"

"Damn, who is it?"

Xiaobai walked in calmly, and then—

The sounds of crashing and wailing grew louder and more pitiful.

Wuyou gasped, listening to the commotion and the heart-wrenching cries inside.

She looked up at Xu Qingzhou, asking uncertainly.

"Master, is Sister really reasoning with them?"

Xu Qingzhou clicked his tongue at the noise but replied calmly to Little Wuyou's question:

"Ahem, we have to trust Xiaobai, give her some room to express herself."

Little Wuyou seemed to understand, nodding without further questions, though she wore a sympathetic expression.

About three minutes later, the world fell silent.

The crashing stopped, the cries ceased, leaving only the moon in the sky.

Xiaobai dusted off her hands, leaning against the door, her eyes gleaming white in the moonlight.

Coolly, she said, "Xu Qingzhou, I'm done talking. Do you want to come in and take a look?"

Xu Qingzhou nodded and smiled in response.

"Sure!"