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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?

Yan Xiaoru looked at him with a cold expression and said, “The ‘Netherworld Demon Technique’ came to me by accident, and it wouldn’t be a pity if it perished with me. But lately, you sleep all day, and all your time is spent in slumber… Have you grown tired of my nagging, so you are avoiding me? Or have you also been injured and need to recuperate?”

Yan Xiaoru spoke indifferently, her question hitting the nail on the head.

“Uh… that…” Li Muyang was taken aback, not expecting this elder to be so direct.

He scratched his head and said, “It’s not that I’m injured or tired of you. It’s just pure boredom. There’s nothing to do in this secret realm, and I can’t cultivate, so I can only sleep all day to pass the time. Sleeping is the fastest way to pass the time. Maybe if I close my eyes and open them again, the Sect Master and the others will have broken through the secret realm and taken us out.”

Li Muyang casually made up an excuse.

His behavior of falling asleep right after eating was indeed a bit odd to outsiders.

After Li Muyang finished speaking, Yan Xiaoru glanced at him coldly, seemingly assessing the truth of his words.

Seconds later, Yan Xiaoru nodded. “I understand.”

She then got up and walked away, heading outside the bamboo forest.

This was the first time in recent days that the gravely ill Yan Xiaoru had left the side of the fire.

Seeing the woman, who could barely walk steadily, get up to leave, Li Muyang was about to get up and follow her to persuade her, but Yan Xiaoru’s indifferent voice floated over.

“I’m going out for a walk. You don’t need to worry about me seeking death.”

Her light words blocked all of Li Muyang’s attempts to persuade her.

Watching Yan Xiaoru’s figure, which was clearly weak and tired but still determined to leave, Li Muyang scratched his head, unsure how to evaluate the situation.

The female elder was always so aloof, a classic case of “three no’s,” making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

Even when she had buried herself in the ground, her expression was as calm and indifferent as if devoid of any emotion.

They say a woman’s heart is as unfathomable as the ocean’s depths, and the thoughts of Elder Yan, a Demonic Sect elder, were even more impenetrable. So Li Muyang didn’t bother to try to figure her out.

Once he was sure she wouldn’t seek death, Li Muyang temporarily set aside his worries, closed his eyes, and continued playing the game.

Yan Xiaoru’s condition worsened day by day, and he had to seize the time to master the Startling Swan Sword Mantra as quickly as possible.

At the very least, he needed to be able to wield the Startling Swan Immortal Sword proficiently to open the entrance to the secret realm and release both of them.

In the game world of Nanjiang City, Li Muyang was on a killing spree, holding the head of the Shape-Shifter Master and practicing the Startling Swan Sword Mantra.

Several hours passed like this, and when Li Muyang exited the game and returned to reality, night had already fallen in the secret realm.

In the bamboo forest, the light from the fire had dimmed to its lowest point, leaving only a few sparks among the ashes.

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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