After the Cardinal and his entourage had gone far away.
In the dense forest a thousand meters away, Dongfang Jing slowly walked out of the Hall of Mirrors, carrying the Emerald Swan.
The swan was not large, about 1.5 meters long, and it was relatively easy for him to support its weight.
He gently placed the swan on the ground, then suddenly his pupils contracted, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, kneeling on the ground and clutching his chest.
The intense headache made his vision go black. His injuries were not yet healed, and he had forcibly used his third soul skill and long-distance mirror traversal. The backlash made him suffer terribly.
Just then, a familiar warm current surged into his chest.
Dongfang Jing struggled to open his eyes and saw the Emerald Swan emitting a green light from its other uninjured wing. The warm halo enveloped him, reducing his pain by more than half.
But perhaps due to his limited cultivation, despite the swan's best efforts, Dongfang Jing's internal injuries were still difficult to heal.
The swan's already meager soul power was quickly exhausted, its slender neck drooping limply, and its entire body curled up on the ground.
Dongfang Jing wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth and crouched down to examine its injured wing.
"You clearly still had soul power just now, why didn't you heal yourself first?"
This swan was excessively kind, so kind it was heartbreaking; it disregarded its own injuries to heal others.
Dongfang Jing lightly touched his purple prismatic earring, and various potions, herbs, bandages, and a pot of water instantly appeared on the ground.
He skillfully prepared the potions and carefully bandaged the swan's wound.
After bandaging, the Emerald Swan raised its neck again and flapped its tightly bandaged wings a couple of times, unaccustomed to the situation.
"Don't move! We finally stopped the bleeding; moving like this will reopen the wound!" Dongfang Jing scolded.
Whether it understood or not, the swan indeed stopped moving.
It just stared blankly at this human with its round eyes.
"Silly goose," Dongfang Jing couldn't help but chuckle.
The cardinal had said this kind of soul beast was called an Emerald Swan?
Its emerald feathers were indeed as translucent as jade; it wasn't wrong to call it that.
As darkness fell, Dongfang Jing rubbed his stomach, feeling a pang of hunger; it was time to rest.
He picked up the weakened swan and found a spot where wild fruits and vegetables grew.
After lighting a campfire, he took out cooking utensils from his soul tool and began boiling water.
Leaning against a tree trunk, he quietly waited for the water to boil,the flickering firelight illuminating the boy's contemplative face.
Since he had encountered other soul masters, this must be either a mixed zone or an outer zone; following their path should lead him out of the forest.
But what would happen once he was out?
Of the five men Ning Fengzhi had sent to track him, four were dead, and one had returned to report.
Judging by the time, Ning Fengzhi should have already received the news.
Would they enter the forest to search? Or would they assume he was dead?
The latter was more likely; after all, he had walked all day and hadn't encountered any other soul masters besides the Spirit Hall people.
'Then Yao'er will probably think I'm dead too,'
he thought. Knowing her nature, she would definitely try to avenge him.
But right now, she was too weak and needed time to grow.
That old fox Ning Fengzhi will definitely seize the opportunity to introduce Sword Douluo, and Yao'er will likely choose to become his disciple, returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School with them. She will then become famous throughout the continent as Sword Douluo's apprentice and through the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
'Should I go find her?'
Once inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the secret of the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors will surely be exposed.
Ning Fengzhi will definitely question me in detail.
If I tell Yao'er I'm still alive, Dongfang Jing knows her personality; she will definitely come looking for me at all costs.
'But I'm too weak.'
Keeping Yao'er by my side will only put her in danger again.
This time it was a Title Douluo who came to hunt me down; next time, what will it be—a god?
I didn't understand before, but now that I do, Yao'er's swordsmanship talent shouldn't be buried. Dongfang Jing believes she will definitely become a peerless swordswoman who roams the continent in the future!
But is leaving her alone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School really the best choice?
Or should I forcibly bring her out? Even if they succeeded under the nose of a Title Douluo, Ning Fengzhi would spare no effort, dispatching a large number of people to hunt them down and eliminate these two potential threats. He might even report to the Heaven Dou Royal Family and request assistance from the Heaven Dou Empire!
Where could they, brother and sister, hide then?
'But what can I do?'
The light flickered, and the campfire crackled.
Confusion and struggle filled the boy's heart.
He placed the prepared ingredients into the pot over the fire and sprinkled in seasonings.
Wisps of white smoke rose from the pot, and a simple wild vegetable soup was quickly cooked.
Although it looked simple, its aroma was exceptionally rich.
Smelling this aroma, the Emerald Swan immediately stretched its neck, its round eyes fixed on the bowl in Dongfang Jing's hand.
Seeing this, Dongfang Jing took out another bowl from his soul tool, filled it with soup, and placed it in front of the swan: "Here."
The Emerald Swan curiously approached the bowl, first sniffing it, then gently picking up a leaf and putting it in its mouth.
Immediately, it excitedly let out a "goose-goose" sound and wolfed down the food in the bowl.
After eating its fill, the swan walked to the boy, bent its neck, rested its head on his shoulder, and occasionally nuzzled his face, letting out soft chirps.
Dongfang Jing felt a tickle and couldn't help but smile. "Are you thanking me?" He reached out and gently stroked the feathers on the swan's back.
The swan seemed to enjoy being stroked, snuggling even closer to him.
Dongfang Jing sighed; this wasn't a spirit beast, it was more clingy than a pet.
But the next moment, Dongfang Jing's expression suddenly hardened, his sharp gaze fixed on the large tree in front of him—he saw a tall, stunningly beautiful woman with long, emerald-green hair gracefully walking out.
Dongfang Jing immediately went on alert, protecting the swan in his arms, ready to flee at any moment. He wouldn't let his guard down because of her appearance.
'When did she appear? She doesn't even have a trace of aura!'
Dongfang Jing was shocked. Could this be another Title Douluo?
But the swan in his arms became excited, calling "goose-goose" to the woman.
It broke free from his embrace, ran to the woman's feet, circled around her, pointed at Dongfang Jing with its uninjured wing, and then showed off its bandaged wing. Then it led him to the pot, pointed at the soup inside, and kept chirping.
Finally, it ran to Dongfang Jing and stared at him expectantly with its round eyes.
At this moment, Dongfang Jing seriously doubted whether the swan was a human in disguise.
But he also understood what the Emerald Swan meant.
He took out a new bowl and filled it with soup.
After a slight hesitation, he tentatively asked, "Um, senior, would you like some?"
Biji glanced at him, nodded calmly, took the bowl, and sat down by the campfire.
She had concealed her wings through special means, so in Dongfang Jing's eyes, she was an extremely beautiful human woman.
She elegantly took a small sip of the soup, and the next moment, the bowl was empty.
The Emerald Swan beside him stared blankly, first looking at the bowl, then at Biji.
Dongfang Jing rubbed his eyes, completely unable to see how she finished eating.
"Very delicious." Biji produced a handkerchief from somewhere and lightly wiped the corner of her mouth.
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.
Dongfang Jing was somewhat uneasy, completely unable to understand what this mysterious woman who had suddenly appeared intended to do.
Fortunately, the emerald swan occasionally cried out, preventing the atmosphere from becoming too lonely.
The emerald swan then nestled close to Dongfang Jing, resting its head on his shoulder.
Dongfang Jing continued preening its feathers, causing the swan to comfortably close its eyes, eventually falling asleep against him.
This scene was witnessed by Bi Ji,or rather, from the moment her lost kin began treating the critically injured and dying Dongfang Jing, she had been secretly observing everything that followed.
This human boy intrigued her greatly.
Bi Ji spoke, her crimson lips slightly parted: "Young man, I want to ask you a few questions."
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