Chapter 106: The Thunder Fairy

He swallowed instinctively and greeted her earnestly, “Fairy, since you’ve come, why don’t we share a drink?” With a wave of his hand, a small table, cushions, fine wine, and exquisite dishes appeared one after another in a clearing within the dense forest.

The woman in pink giggled coquettishly, her delicate body trembling like a blossoming branch. Yan Qing couldn’t help but lean forward, his gaze burning hotly upon her.

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Gu Weiyu stood within the formation, her expression indifferent as she watched Yan Qing sitting cross-legged on the ground not far off, his face filled with infatuation as he spoke nonsense to an imaginary “fellow cultivator.”

She observed him drink cup after cup of spirit wine, gradually slipping into a hallucinatory trance...

After half an hour, Yan Qing lay quietly in the grass, a blissful smile gracing his face, his chest no longer rising and falling.

Without a sound, the proud Foundation Establishment cultivator perished beneath the formation, without even a flicker of resistance.

Perhaps, in his final moments, Yan Qing was happy, unable to summon even a trace of defiance.

Gu Weiyu approached him, looking down upon him for a moment before casting a streak of celestial thunderfire.

Yan Qing’s body completely dissolved into nothingness, vanishing among the grass.

She knelt to pick up the unburned storage pouch and a jade pendant.

Using her powerful divine sense, she erased any spiritual imprints from the pouch and glanced inside.

To her surprise, aside from a flying sword and several jade bottles, there were only about a hundred spirit stones quietly resting within.

She hadn’t expected that, as a formidable Foundation Establishment cultivator, Yan Qing’s possessions were far less than a fraction of hers.

No wonder Yan Qing had accepted this task—it was all because he was “poor”!

Gu Weiyu folded away the Drunken Dream Formation and strolled eastward through the forest.

Then she summoned Qing Tuan and flew east over a hundred miles.

Only then did she toss Yan Qing’s flying sword and storage pouch down to a place infested with demonic beasts.

Yan Qing’s belongings were nothing special, and she had no desire to covet them. She kept only the spirit stones and discarded the rest.

Having dealt with Yan Qing, the vague sense of danger within Gu Weiyu faded significantly; it seemed she was safe for the time being.

She mounted Qing Tuan once more and returned outside Wan Sword City, joining the queue of those entering the city.

Fifteen minutes later, after paying the city entry fee, Gu Weiyu entered Wan Sword City with the crowd.

In the past, Bai Cao Hall had been a frequent haunt of hers, so she made her way there with familiarity.

“Shopkeeper—”

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Gu Weiyu approached the counter, lightly tapping the table.

The head shopkeeper of Bai Cao Hall was a middle-aged man dressed in pale purple robes, propping his chin on his hand and nodding off.

Hearing the sound, the dozing shopkeeper abruptly opened his eyes.

As he looked up, a large scar appeared before him, instantly banishing all drowsiness. “You…”

“Hello, head shopkeeper!” Gu Weiyu smiled instinctively, thinking she had shown a sympathetic expression.

‘Good?’ He felt nothing of the sort.

The shopkeeper’s face lengthened. “Xiao Wu, you little brat, where have you disappeared to?”

The young assistant, Xiao Wu, who had been standing inconspicuously nearby with a goofy grin, stepped forward. “Shopkeeper, I’m here!”

“A guest has arrived, and you’re slacking off? Hurry and serve them!” The shopkeeper scolded sternly.

“Shopkeeper—” Xiao Wu hesitated, looking at the shopkeeper.

“I’m not a guest; I’m a newly appointed pill identification specialist,” Gu Weiyu said with a forced smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

The shopkeeper’s eyes widened as he appraised her up and down. “You’re a disciple of the Wan Sword Sect?”

Gu Weiyu nodded casually and plopped onto a stool. “Yes, we’ll be working together from now on.”

The shopkeeper’s expression shifted repeatedly before he forced a smile. “Haha, very well! Xiao Wu, show her around... uh—what’s your name, junior sister?”

“I’m Lian Hongyi,” Gu Weiyu bowed gracefully. “May I ask your name, senior brother?”

“I’m Wen Mang,” the shopkeeper stroked his long beard proudly.

“So you’re Senior Brother Wen,” Gu Weiyu said with sudden realization.

Wen Mang exchanged a subtle glance with Xiao Wu, who promptly approached with alertness. “Pill identification specialist Lian, this way please!”

Gu Weiyu ignored the unspoken communication between them and headed straight to the pill identification room.

From then on, Gu Weiyu settled into Bai Cao Hall.

A month later, the Qin County Task Tower sent someone to the Gu residence, and only then did Chu Xingyun learn that the person who assigned him the task had mysteriously disappeared!

“Gone missing for a whole month…” Chu Xingyun leaned against the couch, his face deep in thought.

It seemed Gu Weiyu had left the Wan Sword Sect.

But now, cunning as a fox, she was likely difficult to track down.

Chu Xingyun’s concerns were not unfounded. After staying at Bai Cao Hall for half a month, Gu Weiyu once again mingled around the outskirts of Wan Sword City, gaining experience and living life.

“Looks like I’ll have to spend a hefty sum of spirit stones again this time!”

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A hundred meters outside Wan Sword City, near a small village, Gu Weiyu lazily reclined against the branch of a giant tree, a blade of tender grass held between her lips.

Not far from the giant tree, five or six high-level Qi Refining cultivators in various robes were tangled in combat.

Among them, three stronger cultivators surrounded two weaker ones, attacking them relentlessly while hurling curses.

“Bullying the weak, what kind of scum are you?”

Gu Weiyu moved. Her form blurred on the branch, and in an instant, she appeared within the woods some dozen meters away.

As she moved, the flying sword hanging at her waist jingled softly in clashes.

The combatants all turned to look toward Gu Weiyu simultaneously.

“It’s the Thunderbolt Fairy!”

One man in a brown long robe suddenly shouted.

He had heard the name Thunderbolt Fairy before but never expected to encounter her today. “Everyone, run!”

His comrades were unconcerned. “What are you yelling about? She’s just an ugly freak, not some Thunderbolt Fairy!”

The brown-robed man said no more and fled in another direction.

Gu Weiyu glanced at the remaining two, her flying sword flashing as bolts of lightning struck swiftly like thunder.

“Ah—”

The two were caught off guard as Gu Weiyu’s electric power struck them. Their bodies tingled all over, convulsing uncontrollably.

They cried out in pain, their weapons dropping from their hands with a clatter.

The two who had been bullied now looked at Gu Weiyu with grateful, starry eyes.

“You’re so unreasonable, girl—ah—”

Just as they regained some sensation and wanted to scold Gu Weiyu, they were met with an even denser net of lightning.

The two flailed about in the woods as if dancing a strange, uncontrollable dance, unable to stop or resist.

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