The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

Chapter 108 The Strength of the Demon Sect Elder

Li Muyang stared, dumbfounded, doubting everything he saw before his eyes.

The scene within sight was exactly the same as the resting place of the Jade Fairy in the "Immortal Sword Legend" game.

Those two burial mounds were unmistakably the graves of the Jade Fairy and her husband.

The Startling Swan Immortal Sword, which had been buzzing with sword qi and sending chills down one's spine, was now quietly inserted in front of the Jade Fairy's grave, serving as the grave marker.

But as Li Muyang lowered his head, he saw that he was wearing the green robe of an Outer Sect Disciple of the Refinement Demon Sect, and his body also bore his own likeness.

Moreover, there's neither hunger nor pain in the game.

But now, Li Muyang wasn't just sore all over, he was also ravenous.

Though those in the Qi Refining Stage didn't need to eat, they wouldn't starve to death without food for several days.

Yet, Li Muyang now felt a wrenching hunger, not knowing how many days he had been starved.

He looked around somewhat blankly, unsure of what was going on.

Wasn't I in the underground mine? How did I end up at the burial site of the Jade Fairy?

At that moment, footsteps resonated from the bamboo forest.

A woman, ragged and looking somewhat exhausted, emerged.

She wore a purple robe, the garb of an Elder of the Refinement Demon Sect.

But the once majestic and fearsome purple robe now teemed with holes, resembling more the clothes of a beggar than of an elder.

The dress beneath the robe was equally shabby and torn.

Through the tears, one could see the shocking wounds on the woman's body.

Some injuries were deep, others shallow; such wounds would have killed an ordinary person ten thousand times over, yet the woman moved with ease.

She carried a bundle of bamboo shoots in her arms.

Seeing Li Muyang awaken, the purple-robed woman who stepped out from the bamboo forest raised her eyebrows slightly, her pale face full of indifference.

"...Awake?"

Saying this, Yan Xiaoru threw the things in her arms in front of Li Muyang, and ordered him as if it was the most natural thing, "Cook these."

Li Muyang looked down at the pile of bamboo shoots before him, then at Elder Yan Xiaoru in front of him, hesitating slightly.

"Uh... that..." Li Muyang scratched his head and cautiously asked, "Elder Yan, where are we now?"

For some reason, Elder Yan no longer exuded that intimidating presence that once made Li Muyang tremble with unease.

Her expression seemed defeated, her breathing slow, and she looked simply like a wounded ordinary woman.

Beneath her tattered purple robe, the tattered dress outlined an incredibly graceful silhouette.

The gaping collar at her chest exposed a shockingly deep and white cleavage.

The former Yan Xiaoru was fearsome; Li Muyang would have kept his distance, wary of attracting attention from this Demon Sect Elder.

Li Muyang had too many secrets; only by keeping a low profile could he make a fortune quietly.

Are you trying to be Zhang Fei from another realm? Your journey continues on empire

Li Muyang continued to call out for a while, but the unconscious Yan Xiaoru kept her eyes wide open, unmoved.

Meanwhile, the wounds on her body began to bleed out, looking very pitiful.

For a fighter of her level, even with severe injuries, it wouldn't be possible for blood to flow so freely. They had such delicate control over their flesh and blood that it extended to the cellular level.

Now, with blood flowing from her wounds, it was clear that Elder Yan was so critically injured and unconscious that she had lost all control over her body.

As the blood continued to flow from her wounds, Elder Yan's breath grew weaker and weaker.

Li Muyang felt if he just stood by and did nothing, perhaps Elder Yan would simply die...

"Uh... Elder Yan?"

Li Muyang hesitated for a moment but eventually went to her side and took off the Qiankun Ring she wore on her left hand.

As an Elder of the Demon Sect, she definitely had a spatial treasure.

Li Muyang directly opened the Qiankun Ring and began to search inside.

"Uh... Intimate apparel? Sugar-coated haws? And even osmanthus cake..."

Li Muyang rummaged through the Qiankun Ring and was a bit dumbfounded.

What kind of random trinkets was this high and mighty Elder of the Demon Sect carrying around?

Are you a three-year-old child?

He searched through the collection of snacks, cakes, and beautiful clothes, and finally found the Spiritual Objects and Spiritual Medicine intended for cultivation and healing.

He poured out all the Spiritual Medicine from the Qiankun Ring and arranged them next to the unconscious woman.

Li Muyang began to study the usage of these Spiritual Medicines.

"This is... uh... bone-setting paste? For mending bones?"

"Soul-refining powder... isn't this for killing people?"

"Heart-devouring... Gu? Uh... this surely can't be used for healing, right?"

As the unconscious woman in the purple garments grew fainter, Li Muyang found himself hopelessly flipping through the pile of Spiritual Medicines.

Finally, he found a healing Spiritual Medicine he recognized.

"Recovery Pill! This can heal injuries!"

Li Muyang immediately poured out a Recovery Pill and stuffed it into the mouth of the woman in purple.

All these Spiritual Medicines belonging to Yan Xiaoru were top-notch, and Li Muyang, this little nobody, had hardly heard of them, let alone had an instruction manual.

If it weren't for the time his cheap little sister Li Yuechan was gravely injured and near death, and he had researched a bit, he might not even recognize a Recovery Pill.

After carefully placing the Recovery Pill into Yan Xiaoru's mouth, Li Muyang anxiously stepped back to watch.

This Elder Yan... she wouldn't just die, would she?

It would be quite a pity for someone so powerful to die.