Although the dagger couldn't see Mu Anxiao's expression at this moment, she could hear happiness in her tone. So, she smiled, "What are you laughing at?"
Mu Anxiao: "I always thought Shen Yan's master hated me, but I didn't expect him to replace my childhood memories. Come to think of it," she shook her head, "he's quite something."
"Exactly," the dagger agreed.
"...." Mu Anxiao smiled again, then looked up at Mu Xi and Xi'er, saying, "For half a day, there's talk of immortal blood. I didn't know about it at first."
"I didn't know either," the dagger echoed.
Mu Anxiao glanced down at the dagger and said, "For you to have followed Mu Xi for so long and not know these things, you're truly quite stupid."
"...." The dagger was speechless.
An hour later.
Mu Xi brought Xi'er to the edge of the cliff.
However, the sky was already beginning to darken. Xi'er stood behind Mu Xi and looked around. "Are you sure it's here?" she asked, holding an umbrella in one hand and looking down at her mud-stained embroidered shoes and skirt hem, frowning.
Mu Xi: "It's around here." He tilted his head, walked to the edge of the cliff, and then, suppressing his fear, peered down. He turned back and said, "Wait here a moment." He grinned playfully.
Xi'er: "Alright, I'll wait for you." She completely believed Mu Xi.
Meanwhile.
Mu Anxiao stood by the tree, calmly watching Mu Xi and Xi'er, a puzzled look on her face. "Strange, there's no immortal energy here at all?" She had also taken Mu Xi's words at face value.
"He's lying, didn't you hear him?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao looked down at the dagger. "Lying? What do you mean?"
Ever since they started talking about immortal energy, Mu Anxiao's mind had been a muddle. Now, hearing the dagger's words, she was completely bewildered.
Dagger: "Are you genuinely foolish or just pretending? Your brother is going to push her down."
"Push her..." Mu Anxiao repeated, frowning. "Push her down? You mean... this is a plot designed by Mu Xi." As she spoke, she looked up at Mu Xi and the others.
Dagger: "Yes, it's definitely a plot."
"Did he tell you about this?"
"No, but I'm sure of one thing," the dagger became serious. "Mu Xi has amnesia."
"Amnesia? So, he harmed himself, and then, because of the vine spirit, he grew to hate me," Mu Anxiao speculated. "Thinking about it, I really was wronged."
"Yes."
Mu Anxiao sighed. "I always thought Mu Xi was a good person. Turns out... he's so wicked. It's no wonder he could collude with the vine spirit. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and it seems to be true for them."
"Indeed," the dagger agreed with Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao gently touched the dagger, which shared her opinion, then looked again at Xi'er, who was standing still, waiting for Mu Xi's reply. "There's only demonic energy on her."
"You can feel it."
"Mmm," Mu Anxiao nodded, calmly looking at the green light emanating from behind Xi'er, saying nothing.
The dagger also fell silent.
Over there.
Xi'er watched Mu Xi pacing back and forth impatiently. "Have you found it yet?"
"..." Mu Xi slanted his eyes, walked to the edge of the cliff again, then peered down, exclaiming in surprise, "Come over here."
"What for?" Xi'er remained calm.
Mu Xi excitedly said, "Look, there's a platform down there, and it seems people live on that platform. I feel there's immortal energy there."
In reality, there was nothing.
Xi'er: "Really?" She completely believed Mu Xi's words and no longer found the muddy ground bothersome. Holding her umbrella, she quickly walked to Mu Xi's side.
Mu Xi: "Look." He pointed downwards.
Xi'er followed Mu Xi's finger and looked down, only to see dense fog. "You're playing me," she said, straightening up and turning to look at Mu Xi.
Mu Xi's lips curled, and he took the opportunity to put his arm around Xi'er's shoulder. "You figured it out."
"You..." Xi'er tilted her head back, her eyes wide as she looked at Mu Xi. "What do you want to do?" A bad premonition settled in.
Mu Xi: "I want to marry you, purely because you are the young lady of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, and also... my parents have always trusted people from the Immortal Cultivation Sect." He tightened his grip on Xi'er's shoulder. "I'll tell you the truth now, actually... I quite dislike you."
"You..."
"Let me finish," Mu Xi said with a determined gaze. "I really, truly despise you. The thought of you ordering me around makes me want to stab you. I managed it just now, but unfortunately, you didn't die."
"I can't die," Xi'er's voice was stiff.
"Can't die," Mu Xi chuckled. "Yes, who are you? You're an immortal demon. However, I think no matter how powerful you are, you can't jump down and fly, can you?"
Once, Xi'er had told Mu Xi that she could understand any magic, except for the art of flight, which she couldn't comprehend or learn.
At that time, Xi'er had spoken with great sincerity.
Therefore, Mu Xi was convinced that the art of flight was her weakness. He believed that if she fell from here, she would have no chance of survival.
"You want to push me down," Xi'er said, looking down at the hand Mu Xi had firmly placed on her shoulder.
Mu Xi nodded. "Yes. I know you must have taken that pill you've been cherishing for so long. You..."
"How did you know?" Xi'er interrupted. She distinctly remembered never taking out that green pill in front of Mu Xi. His words made her feel a sense of crisis.
In other words, she suddenly felt that her weakness had been controlled by Mu Xi, and this feeling made her want to kill him.
"One night, when I passed by your room, through the crack in the door," Mu Xi smiled down at Xi'er, "I saw you sitting at your desk, holding that green pill. However, what surprised me was that you were talking to the pill. That... truly startled me."
"I didn't expect you to be so cunning," Xi'er said, held tightly in Mu Xi's embrace, unable to move.
"Yes," Mu Xi laughed. "I learned all this from you. But then again, why didn't I realize then that the pill you had was demonic? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have associated with you." He believed Xi'er's life was now in his hands, which made him arrogant.
Xi'er: "You're a liar."
"I am a liar, a liar who specializes in deceiving women and children. And now," Mu Xi's lips curved, "I permit you to go and be a burial companion for my sister, Mu Anxiao."
"Mu Anxiao is not dead," Xi'er stated calmly.
"I know," Mu Xi said. "But with her ability to survive, she probably won't make it through today either. So, consider it an early burial for her."