Su Baiyi tried many times but couldn't muster up the courage to drink the fecal-smelling potion. Finally, he reluctantly put the bottle back on the table and said, "Let me take my time."
"Don't worry, since you can't drink it, I'll make it into a pill, and then you can take it orally." Yan Xiaotang took the medicine bottle back, "But in addition to drinking the medicine, you also need to learn a martial art."
"What martial arts?" Su Baiyi asked in confusion.
"Do you know the Tang Sect?" Yan Xiaotang asked.
"The sect that is best at using hidden weapons and poison in the world." Su Baiyi nodded. "Although I don't know much about them, I have heard a lot of stories about them in the teahouse."
“The Tang Sect has a martial art called the Art of Shocking the Soul. After learning this martial art, even if a Tang Sect disciple falls into a deep sleep, he or she can be awakened instantly as long as there is any dangerous aura around. Only if you learn the Art of Shocking the Soul and take the pills I made, can you put yourself into a dozing state.” Yan Xiaotang said slowly.
"I don't quite understand." Su Baiyi shook his head.
"It's very simple. What we have to do now is to deceive your body and tell it that you are asleep, so that it will enter a violent state, but in fact your mind is still awake." Yan Xiaotang took a deep breath, "The art of shocking the soul is not easy to learn. You don't have much time. You must stay in Tangyuan for the next few days and cannot leave."
Su Baiyi was stunned: "You mean... I have to live in Tangyuan for the next few days?"
"You don't need to sleep anyway, so don't ask someone to prepare a bed for you." Yan Xiaotang said.
Su Baiyi looked around, feeling the indescribable smell in the house, and suddenly felt like crying.
Master, Master, I won't save you...
Outside the Demon City Lord's Mansion, Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun hurried over. Zhou Zhengjun was sitting on a small bench, writing on a book with his head down. Nangong Xier was overjoyed when she saw them rushing over: "Why are you here too?"
"Senior Sister!" Feng Zuojun jumped up immediately when he saw Nangong Xier. He was about to hug her, but was stopped by Zhou Zheng with a wave of his pen.
"Don't be rude to your senior sister." Zhou Zheng said seriously.
Feng Zuojun could only withdraw his hand in dismay: "Senior Sister, are you all right along the way?"
Nangong Xier nodded: "After entering the city, I finally had a few comfortable days. What about you? Why don't you stay in Tianxiao Cloud Realm?"
"How can we let Senior Sister and Junior Brother Su face danger alone? With my father in the Cloud Realm, there will be no problem." Feng Zuojun patted his chest, "Don't worry, Senior Sister. Now that we are here, those guys outside the Demon City are not worth mentioning."
"Young Master Feng is so mighty!" Nangong Xier said with a smile.
Only then did Xie Yuling step forward and salute: "Greetings, Senior Sister."
"Now one of the four major families, the Xie family, is also outside. Wouldn't your entry into the city this time bring harm to the Xie family?" Nangong Xier asked with concern.
Xie Yuling shook her head: "The one who came here on behalf of the Xie family this time is my elder brother Qing Yilang. From what my brother said, although the Xie family participated in the siege this time, they did not completely stand on the side of Shanglin Palace. I think my brother convinced the elders in the family that the Xie family may no longer be willing to be a vassal of the four major families and Shanglin Palace in the future."
"Okay." Nangong Xier nodded, "Then I feel relieved."
"What is Mr. Zhou Zheng doing?" Feng Zuojun leaned over and asked.
Xiao Sheng, who was standing by, said sternly, "Don't disturb Mr. Zhou Zheng!"
"Who are you?" Feng Zuojun asked impatiently.
"Xiao Sheng." Xiao Sheng said lightly.
"Xiao Sheng?" Feng Zuojun thought about the name for a moment, then was shocked, "The Xiao Sheng who is the best at killing people?"
"Yes. It's that Xiao Sheng." A heroic voice sounded. Everyone turned around and saw a burly man walking towards them. The pure golden long sword hanging on the man's waist was very conspicuous.
"This is the Lord of the Demon City..." Feng Zuojun swallowed his saliva, "The person who is best at using a knife in the world."
Mo Wen walked up to Feng Zuojun and said with a smile, "Xiao Sheng has no hobbies in his life except reading. His favorite is the book of Mr. Zhou Zheng. Mr. Zhou Zheng is here today. He must have a lot to say to Mr. Zhou. I advise you not to disturb him."
Feng Zuojun looked at Mo Wen and said slowly: "I, Feng Zuojun, have nothing good to do in my life. I only love practicing swordsmanship. What I long for most is your sword, City Lord. Now that I have met you today, I have a lot to say in my heart."
"Huh?" Mo Wen was stunned.
"Since I was a child, I have believed that my father's sword is the best sword in the world, but my father said that there is still a city lord who is better than him. From that day on, I have been looking forward to the day when I will meet the city lord." Feng Zuojun stretched out his hand and pressed the long sword at his waist. "But for those of us who practice swords, there is no need to say more. In short, I want to try the city lord's sword."
"Huh?" Mo Wen was even more confused.
"City Lord, please give me some advice." Feng Zuojun said in a deep voice.
Mo Wen scratched his head and said, "I'm glad to hear your advice. But do you really understand my sword?"
Feng Zuojun held the hilt of the knife and leaned forward slightly: "Maybe I can understand it now."
"Three years ago, the Western Region Ghost Blade Danbianmei challenged me. I only struck him once with my sword, and he left. From that day on, he changed his name to Wumei. Four years ago, the sword fanatic Li Chengxi also came to ask about the sword in Demon City. I broke his sword, but showed some mercy by not breaking his legs. But no one has come to see me in the past three years, because Xiaosheng stopped them all for me. You want to ask about my sword?" Mo Wen smiled, "Your father barely qualifies."
"No more words. Strong wind, come on!" Feng Zuojun drew his sword in an instant and slashed at Mo Wen angrily.
"Big Wind Style, well used." Mo Wen nodded.
The blade stopped at Mo Wen's forehead and could not move forward an inch. Feng Zuojun gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, using all his energy, but it was of no use at all.
"Does the city lord look down on my sword?" Feng Zuojun asked.
"If you want me to respect your sword, you have to let me see it first." Mo Wen stretched out two fingers to pinch the tip of Feng Zuojun's sword. "I did see your move just now. I am willing to return your sword, but I haven't figured out how to return it. Master Feng, can you let me think about it?"
"The best swordsman in the world has to think before returning the sword?" Feng Zuojun asked in confusion.
"Well, if I don't think about it, I might kill you accidentally." Xie Yuling said coldly.
"Okay." Feng Zuojun put away his knife and stepped aside, saying, "Then I'll wait a little longer."
Nangong Xier looked around and didn't see Su Baiyi, so she asked, "Where's Su Baiyi?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to see him in a few days. Don't worry, he's fine." Mo Wen thought about the scenery in Tangyuan, "Well... maybe not so fine."