Mo Qi flew over and glanced into the bottomless abyss. Thick mist swirled, forming a massive, endlessly rotating vortex.
Those behind him asked, "Who is that? What is he doing there?"
After a moment of hesitation, Mo Qi resolutely leaped, plunging into the vortex.
His body plummeted rapidly, spinning with the vortex.
He tried to adjust his posture, but it was futile. He was pulled and pushed by the powerful force, drifting uncontrollably.
His heart leaped into his throat. What if there were hidden arrows or projectiles below? How could he dodge them? This was a sure way to die.
But fortunately, he encountered no hidden arrows, nor any attacks!
He continued to descend, drifting as if without end.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard a cracking sound, followed by a wave of intense pain. He realized he had hit the ground, his bones shattered.
Logically, as a cultivator, this shouldn't have happened. With divine power protecting him, he should have been able to withstand any fall without injury.
However, as he fell from above, he felt the fierce winds and malevolent energies to be exceptionally sharp, blowing away all his protective divine lights.
As a result, he was severely injured!
If he could move, it would be fine. He could retrieve a healing pill from his storage bag, consume it, and recover quickly.
But the unfortunate truth was that his entire body was practically falling apart, and he couldn't even move a finger.
The only thing that seemed to move was his eyeballs.
He then rolled his eyeballs, observing his surroundings.
He lay on a bluestone slab in a valley. The sky was overcast, and the surroundings were barren and desolate.
Black mist filled the air, carrying a bitter scent.
This was truly the demon realm!
The demon realm, where demons and monsters ran rampant and the walking dead littered the ground. And here he lay, stiff and straight, like meat on a chopping block.
Mo Qi's skin crawled. He needed to find a way to escape his predicament, or he would surely perish without a burial place.
Actually, he would have a burial place!
He couldn't just give up!
The only way forward was to rely on mental power to heal himself, regain mobility, and then take a healing pill.
But he hoped he wouldn't be disturbed during this time.
However, what he feared most came to pass.
Just then, a young and delicate face appeared before Mo Qi. She scrutinized him from head to toe.
It was a little girl, about ten years old. She looked remarkably like Lu Xiaoyue, whom Mo Qi had confessed to years ago.
He still vividly remembered the clarity and innocence in Lu Xiaoyue's eyes back then.
However, the girl before him had eyes filled with a worldliness and shrewdness far beyond her years.
Unconsciously, Mo Qi felt a flutter of panic.
At this moment, under Mo Qi's terrified gaze, the girl reached out, unfastened a storage bag from his body, and opened it. Inside, treasures, spirit stones, and pills were countless, a dazzling array.
The girl immediately let out a cry of joy, closed the bag, and turned, hopping away.
"That's my life!" Mo Qi shouted, "Miss, please wait!"
The little girl stopped and turned her head, an impatient look on her face. "I'm not taking your life, just some of your things. And I'm not greedy. I see you have several storage bags, and I'm only taking one. What more do you want from me?"
Mo Qi displayed an extremely benevolent smile. "Miss, look at my current state. If you don't save me, I can only wait for death. Your parents must have told you, 'When you see injustice, draw your sword,' saving a life..."
"My parents told me, 'If it's none of your business, stay out of it!'"
Mo Qi's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. The values of parents nowadays were problematic!
His own parents had never taught him this way.
"How about this? If you just leave me one healing pill, giving me a chance to survive, I can give you another storage bag," Mo Qi said urgently.
The little girl hesitated, feeling it wouldn't be a loss. She walked back, opened the storage bag, and casually picked out a pill, placing it before Mo Qi. "Is it this pill?"
She had surprisingly good luck, picking the right one immediately.
Mo Qi nodded. "It's this one."
The little girl placed the pill on the stone slab beside Mo Qi and turned to leave again.
Mo Qi urgently called out again, "Miss, since you've started saving me, see it through to the end. Please trouble yourself to feed it to me."
"I won't fall for that," the little girl turned, casting a sideways glance at him, her eyes flashing with a spirited light. "After you take the pill and recover, you'll definitely try to take your things back. I'm not that foolish."
So cunning!
"You don't need to worry at all. Think about it, are there any pills in this world that work instantly? My pills do have miraculous effects, but they take a few hours to take effect. By then, you'll be long gone," Mo Qi pleaded earnestly.
"That's true!" The little girl nodded. "Alright, I'll do a good deed and save your life. But don't come looking for me for revenge afterward. Our village is full of experts, and you won't gain anything by coming. I'm telling you this in advance for your own good, fearing you might not know your limits and try to throw your life away for some treasures or spirit stones. It's not worth losing your life over."
Mo Qi nodded. "I'll be sensible, don't worry."
The little girl fed the pill to Mo Qi and then turned to leave.
Before she had walked a few steps, she suddenly felt a gust of wind. Her hand felt lighter. Looking closely, the storage bag she was holding had vanished.
Turning back, she saw Mo Qi with a beaming smile and a vibrant demeanor, a stark contrast to his previously sickly appearance!
And in his hand, he held the storage bag!
"You, you were faking it, weren't you?" the little girl exclaimed in surprise.
"Who could fake it so convincingly?" Mo Qi said with a relaxed expression. "My pills do have miraculous effects, as I told you earlier."
"But you also said it would take a few hours."
"Oh, that was a conservative estimate. I've always been a humble person. Little sister, what's your name?"
"My name is Xin'er!"
Xin'er, really?
But there were many people with the same name in the world, and this was just a nickname.
She was definitely not the Xin'er he was looking for.
At this moment, Mo Qi vaguely sensed a hidden force approaching stealthily, as if slicing at his neck!
It was mental power!
Mo Qi immediately became alert and hurriedly channeled his mental power to block it, neutralizing the force in an instant.
Mo Qi was enraged. Killing intent flared in his eyes, and an imposing aura erupted. "I thought you were young and kind-hearted, but your heart is so malicious. I had intended to spare your life..."
Xin'er's astonishment was even greater. She looked at Mo Qi, her tongue tied. "You, you're also from the Wu tribe?"
Her single sentence contained a great deal of information. Mo Qi immediately grasped the key point: "You're also from the Wu tribe."
The little girl placed a finger to her lips, shushing him. She then nervously glanced left and right. Seeing no one around, she whispered, "Keep your voice down, are you trying to die?"
"Oh," Mo Qi immediately adapted, changing his role, and lowered his voice. "Alright, quietly."
"Where are you from?" the little girl asked crisply.
"Ah," Mo Qi held his forehead. "Whenever I hear that question, I get a headache. Because I can't remember. I don't know where I came from, and I don't know who I am."
"Then I understand," the little girl's eyes flickered. "You must have fought with someone before and been beaten silly."
Her imagination was quite vivid.