Feng Qishi nodded, "Yes, I assume you know about the sixth level of spiritual energy."
"I do, the sixth level of spiritual energy requires... passing through demonic breath."
The moment Piao spoke, Feng Qishi smiled, "Understood?"
Piao smiled, "You want me to help her?" He glanced at Mu Anxiao's retreating back.
Feng Qishi nodded slightly.
Piao thought for a moment and said, "But I don't like people holding grudges against me."
"Just say it's me," Feng Qishi said indifferently.
"That feeling is not good, and besides, I don't think that guy has even cultivated to the second level," Piao said.
From the beginning, Piao had looked down on Mu Anxiao. Hearing Feng Qishi say she wanted to cultivate the sixth level of spiritual energy now, Piao was surprised.
"She's not weak," Feng Qishi said.
Piao's lips curled, "Only you think highly of her."
Feng Qishi smiled, "...."
Then, Piao glanced at Mu Anxiao's back as she bought candied hawthorns and smiled.
In a short while, they arrived at Piao's residence.
As designed, the moment Mu Anxiao stepped through the gate, she began to feel uncomfortable all over.
At this moment, to avoid them noticing, Mu Anxiao deliberately pretended to be fine, quietly followed behind Feng Qishi, and said nothing.
Subsequently, Mu Anxiao was affected by the surrounding demonic breath, and her whole body became groggy. Gradually, her legs also began to feel heavy, and soon, she lost the strength to move forward.
Then, Piao stopped, turned his head, and looked at Mu Anxiao's strange appearance, asking, "What's wrong?"
"My head hurts," Mu Anxiao said, covering her head.
Piao asked again, "Aren't you from above?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao tilted her head up to look at Piao and said, "Who said I was from above? I told you long ago I wasn't from above. Your demonic breath here is really quite stimulating."
At first, Mu Anxiao never understood why Piao didn't let her come here.
Along the way, she even felt she could mock Piao to her heart's content because Piao had said he would never let her in in his life.
But the moment she stepped in, she felt her thoughts were utterly ridiculous.
"This is specially prepared for you," Piao said.
Mu Anxiao frowned, "You deliberately strengthened the demonic breath in your residence?"
"Yes," Piao smiled.
Mu Anxiao looked at Piao's smiling face, and her expression couldn't help but turn bitter, "You can still smile. I knew you were too good to let me in."
"It wasn't my decision, it was his," Piao pointed at Feng Qishi.
Then, Mu Anxiao, enduring the severe pain in her head, looked at Feng Qishi, who was looking at her sideways, and asked, "Shen the madman, when did you collude with this guy?"
Feng Qishi shrugged.
Following that, Mu Anxiao recalled how Feng Qishi and Piao had guarded against her along the way, and then looked at Piao's smile, she squatted down.
Piao sighed.
Feng Qishi watched Mu Anxiao's pained expression silently and said, "Increase the demonic breath."
"She'll die."
"She won't," Feng Qishi said firmly.
Piao looked at Feng Qishi's confidence in Mu Anxiao's physical condition, and then glanced at Mu Anxiao, who was about to lie on the ground and roll around, and said, "Then I won't be polite." As he spoke, he raised his hand and increased the range of the demonic breath.
Two quarters of an hour later...
Mu Anxiao fainted.
Piao casually withdrew the demonic breath, walked to Mu Anxiao's side, and said, "Brother Shen, this is too sudden."
Feng Qishi did this because he knew that if Mu Anxiao went to find Wan Sha relying on the fifth level of spiritual energy, she would be discovered immediately. The benefit of cultivating the sixth level of spiritual energy was that she could use demonic energy to conceal her aura, so Wan Sha would not detect it, and she could do things with peace of mind.
"It's fine," Feng Qishi said. He stepped forward, squatted beside Mu Anxiao, then took her hand and felt the spiritual energy in her body, saying, "It's done."
"Cultivated it?" Piao was surprised.
"Mm."
Piao smiled, "That's amazing. Back then, I saw others cultivate and it took them a long time. Her... she cultivated it so quickly without anyone noticing."
Initially, Piao had always thought Mu Anxiao lacked the perseverance to cultivate spiritual energy. Now it seemed he was indeed wrong.
Immediately, Feng Qishi stood up and looked around the undecorated courtyard, then at the simply decorated rooms inside, and said, "Your residence is quite small."
"In the mortal world, what do you need such a large residence for?"
"They must all think your residence is very large," Feng Qishi said.
"Yes," Piao nodded.
"Your servants here, are they not human?" Feng Qishi said, looking at two servants who passed by him.
"Few immortals can see through it. You are indeed as formidable as I am," Piao patted Feng Qishi on the shoulder.
Feng Qishi smiled wryly, "You don't just think I'm like you, so you're trying to appease me, right?"
"Yes."
"Then you might as well like yourself," Feng Qishi said, looking down at Mu Anxiao, who had opened her eyes, "You're awake."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao no longer felt a headache, "Shen the madman, what did I do to offend you?" As she spoke, she stood up.
"...." Feng Qishi.
Piao looked at Mu Anxiao's face, which immediately started an argument as soon as she woke up, and then looked at Feng Qishi, who didn't pay any attention to Mu Anxiao at all, and said, "Mu Anxiao," he paused, intentionally mysterious, "Congratulations."
Immediately, Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi, tilted her head to look at Piao, and asked, "What are you congratulating me for?"
Piao pointed at Mu Anxiao's hand.
Mu Anxiao frowned, slowly raised her hand, and looked at it.
At the same time, Piao looked at Feng Qishi, "Let's go, let's go take a look at my room."
"Okay," Feng Qishi agreed, and then followed Piao towards the room with a hint of mystery.
Mu Anxiao continued to stand in place, looking at the blue line that had appeared on her palm, and frowned, "What is this?" As she spoke, she counted the blue lines on her palm and concluded, "Six."
Before, she had never paid attention to her palm. Zhang Yan had only described things verbally, so now, she really couldn't understand what these blue lines on her palm were.
"What is this?" As she spoke, she frowned, and her expression suddenly became nervous, "Am I poisoned?" After speaking, she quickly turned and ran towards the room.
In the room, Feng Qishi looked at the magic tools Piao collected in the cabinet and exclaimed, "You like collecting these too?"
"We're very similar, aren't we?" Piao withdrew his gaze fixed on the storage cabinet and smiled at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi had always refused to accept the fact that he was like Piao. Now, after seeing what he collected, Feng Qishi suddenly realized that it did have some merit.