"Why are you silent now?" Alung asked, looking at the dagger's impassive face.
"I thought you regretted it, fearing ridicule. Hmph, how boring."
"Don't say it."
"Don't worry, I won't," the dagger said, turning and walking away.
Alung breathed a sigh of relief and followed her.
Meanwhile.
Feng Qishi controlled the cold air he drew from Mu Anxiao and Da Ye's bodies, gathering it at his fingertips.
Piao looked at the white-glowing cold air above Feng Qishi's fingertips with confusion and asked, "Why don't you just dissipate it? What are you holding it up for?"
Feng Qishi maintained his posture, staring at the cold air between his fingers, and asked, "Do you want it?"
"What would I want this for?" Piao asked dismissively.
Gu Xiao: "What's the use of this cold air?"
Feng Qishi glanced at Gu Xiao, who was curious, and said, "Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed."
"..." They were speechless at Feng Qishi's explanation.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing this, Feng Qishi turned his head to look at Alung, who was approaching gracefully, and asked, "Do you want it?" He gestured the cold air towards her.
Alung walked up to Feng Qishi, stared at the cold air, then looked at the still sleeping faces of Da Ye and Mu Anxiao, and said, "This thing was drawn from their bodies."
"Yes, do you want it?" Feng Qishi raised an eyebrow.
Alung shook her head.
"You don't want it either," Feng Qishi said with disappointment. "This is full of demonic energy, it's demonic..."
Before he could finish speaking, the dagger quickly ran forward and shouted, "I want it."
At the sound, Feng Qishi and the others turned their attention to the dagger's face. "..."
The dagger walked forward, glanced at them, and then stood before Feng Qishi. "This is really useful."
"It is."
"Give it to me," the dagger smiled.
Feng Qishi: "I can give it to you, but you have to do one thing."
The dagger glanced at the cold air and smiled, "Tell me, what is it?"
"Help me draw out the demonic energy from Mu Xiazi's body, so she can no longer use demonic arts."
Hearing Feng Qishi's words, Piao recalled what Feng Qishi had just asked him, and his eyes sank. "You had a purpose all along."
Gu Xiao: "Isn't this the heavenly secret you mentioned?"
Feng Qishi: "Of course not."
"Then what is the heavenly secret?" Gu Xiao was immersed in curiosity.
"Heavenly secret..." Feng Qishi repeated, looking at the dagger. "..."
The dagger frowned. "Since there's a condition for the exchange, you have to tell me the use of this cold air."
What use?
Feng Qishi couldn't really say.
But he knew that this cold air contained extremely powerful demonic energy. As for what it would enhance, he didn't know!
Of course, it was precisely because he didn't know that he dared not easily give away this cold air.
He thought that if he really threw it away, it would be absorbed by some demon, and he would have added trouble to the world.
Therefore, to avoid such trouble, he thought of giving this cold air to one of them!
As for the dagger's current question, he truly didn't know how to answer!
"..."
The dagger looked at Feng Qishi's silent expression and asked, "You don't know how to say it?"
"Give me your hand."
"What for?" the dagger asked.
Feng Qishi: "I want to see your..."
Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Mu Anxiao woke up. "Shen Fengzi, what are you doing?" she asked, sitting up and touching her head.
Feng Qishi was startled, looked down at Mu Anxiao, and muttered, "You woke up so quickly."
"..." Mu Anxiao shook her buzzing head, stood up, and saw the cold air in Feng Qishi's hand. "What is that?"
"This..."
As Feng Qishi uttered the first word, the dagger said, "That's the cold air drawn from you and Da Ye. He said he could give it to me, and then let me draw out the demonic energy from your body."
"What?" Although Mu Anxiao didn't understand the dagger's words, judging from Feng Qishi's stunned expression, she guessed Feng Qishi had a problem. "Shen Fengzi, tell me the truth."
Feng Qishi: "..." He had reservations and glanced at Piao and the others.
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi's cautious expression calmly and said, "Shen Fengzi, you're not one to beat around the bush."
"Then... this, that... I..." Feng Qishi didn't know where to start.
"Speak clearly. This is really a waste of our time," Mu Anxiao said, putting her hand on her hip and glancing to the sides intentionally.
Hearing Mu Anxiao's sharp words, Feng Qishi thought about his recent somewhat clumsy idea, sighed, and confessed honestly, "This cold air contains demonic energy. If I throw it out directly and it's occupied by some demon, unimaginable things will happen, so I thought of giving it to one of them, and then... the dagger said she wanted it, so I wanted to... make a deal with her to draw out your demonic energy."
"Did you think of this idea on the spot?" Mu Anxiao tilted her chin.
At this moment, Feng Qishi looked like a child who had made a mistake, and nodded honestly, "Yes."
"..." Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi's honest answer and thought about her own demonic arts performance earlier. She looked at the cold air. "This was drawn from my body, wasn't it?"
Below, Mu Anxiao had already absorbed the cold air from Da Ye's body with her spiritual energy, so she knew better than anyone who the owner of that cold air was!
"..." Feng Qishi's thoughts differed from Mu Anxiao's. His spell had been applied to both of them, and now that Mu Anxiao said this, he was truly stunned. Then he recalled the process of his spell and the combination of the two streams of cold air, and he said firmly, "This belongs to both of you."
"How is that possible?" Mu Anxiao disagreed.
Feng Qishi: "When I was casting the spell, cold air was flowing out of both your bodies. If you say it's yours, Mu Xiazi, you think too highly of the space for residual cold air in your body."
"It's not mine alone?"
"Of course not."
"..." Mu Anxiao frowned. "It doesn't make sense."
"Why doesn't it make sense?" Feng Qishi retorted.
Mu Anxiao thought about her process of using spiritual energy below and Feng Qishi's words. Her eyes moved rapidly. She said, "It's just impossible. I drew out all the cold air in his body with my spiritual energy. There shouldn't be any cold air left in his body. Naturally, this stream of cold air," she stared at the cold air on Feng Qishi's fingertip, and said firmly, "must be mine."
"..." Feng Qishi was speechless.
The dagger looked at Feng Qishi and Mu Anxiao. "You two are fighting over it, and neither of you will possess it. Give it to me." She felt that the cold air was a treasure.
The next second, Feng Qishi and Mu Anxiao turned their gazes to the dagger's face simultaneously.
Seeing this, the dagger was startled and took half a step back.