487: Chapter 487 Shocking!!! A man unexpectedly fainted and was picked up while still unconscious!

"Strange, why am I so exhausted?"

Long Tianxing was carrying a small bundle, traveling quickly through the forest, when a sudden wave of fatigue hit him. He had to stop, leap onto a tree to conceal his presence, and lean against it to rest.

Not long ago, he had ambushed Lv Yang and obtained a Broken Sword.

After getting the sword, he used teleportation to reach the border of the Southern Desert and the West River.

This Broken Sword certainly wasn't anything good, but with his experience at the Nascent Soul Stage, he couldn't see anything unusual about it.

Therefore, he planned to leave the Southern Desert first, go through the West River, and return to Qingxu Grotto-Heaven to let the Elders in the sect take a look.

But this sword was truly bizarre. Despite having no obvious special features, it couldn't be put into any storage items. After experimenting for a long time while traveling, he eventually had to wrap it in cloth and carry it on him.

Leaning against the tree, Long Tianxing, whose eyelids were already fighting to stay open, looked at the Broken Sword in his hand and muttered to himself.

"No wonder that guy carried it with him instead of putting it in storage; turns out he couldn't fit it in at all."

"And why do I always feel sleepy as soon as I hold it?"

Long Tianxing had been traveling for days. During these days, almost every so often, he would feel exhausted and want to sleep.

One must know that he was already a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator. He should be full of energy when not in combat; it was impossible to fall into such a state.

And this state had started appearing ever since he obtained this Broken Sword.

At first, Long Tianxing tried to resist the drowsiness, but after trying for a while, he failed.

When he fell into a dream for the first time and nothing happened, Long Tianxing stopped deliberately fighting the sleepiness.

He wouldn't sleep for long anyway, and forcibly resisting would only slow down his journey.

However, after a few times, the sleepiness became stronger and more frequent, and he finally realized something was wrong.

"This won't do. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have to sleep three times a day."

"I must rest and reorganize at the next town and solve the problem with this thing first."

After saying that, fatigue inevitably appeared in Long Tianxing's eyes. He tucked the sword hilt into the small bundle in his arms, crossed his arms, and leaned against the tree branch, falling into a deep sleep.

"Boss, where are we now?"

"When will we reach the Southern Desert?"

A thin, tall, somewhat old-looking bald man was calling a short, chubby, round little guy beside him "Boss." The little guy looked like a New Year's painting doll, and the bald man's face held a somewhat childish sense of grievance.

The little guy looked impatient, waved his hand, and said:

"I've said we're almost there, almost there. How many times are you going to ask on the way?"

Hearing the little guy's scolding, the bald man drooped his head even more aggrievedly and said in a low voice:

"But Boss, you've said it several times already. Now, let alone the Southern Desert, I can't even see a patch of yellow sand."

"If this continues, the two of us brothers will lose our lives."

"Why didn't we take the Teleportation Array back then?"

Hearing this, the little guy's face instantly turned cold. He turned around and scolded:

"Noisy, noisy, all you know is how to be noisy! Your boss is a native of the Southern Desert; would I not know the way?"

"And who told you the Southern Desert is all desert? Don't have such a strong stereotype, okay?"

"Besides, do you think I didn't want to take the Teleportation Array?"

"I, Wan Jinqing, am a dignified Nascent Soul Great Cultivator after all. Now I'm reduced to smuggling myself back home; do you think I want this!"

"Look at you," Wan Jinqing pointed at the bald man with a look of displeasure, "You, Er Liangzhong, even though you've become like this, at least your height hasn't changed. You're still passable."

"But what about me!"

"I've become like this! How am I supposed to take the Teleportation Array back to the Southern Desert! Tell me!"

Wan Jinqing spread his hands, revealing his round and cute figure.

Although Er Liangzhong had adapted for a long time, every time he saw his boss like this, he still couldn't help but want to laugh.

Especially at such a serious moment, it was even harder to suppress.

Seeing the twitching corners of the other's mouth, veins popped on Wan Jinqing's forehead. With a big leap, he slammed his head into Er Liangzhong's abdomen, causing Er Liangzhong to cry out in pain.

"Laugh, laugh, you still dare to laugh!"

"It's all because of you, you idiot, insisting on blocking that guy Long Tianxing to sell him out to the Miechen Sect. Otherwise, we wouldn't have ended up like this!"

Having been struck by Wan Jinqing, Er Liangzhong, feeling a sharp pain in his stomach, rubbed his belly while muttering softly.

"Wasn't it you who said we should sell his whereabouts for money?"

"Even the people from the Miechen Sect were contacted by you."

Hearing Er Liangzhong's mutterings, Wan Jinqing immediately flared up and prepared to jump a bit higher to punch him in the head.

"What did you say, you rascal!"

This time, Er Liangzhong turned and dodged, saying with a smirk:

"Boss, don't be Life Qi yet. It's mealtime, time to eat."

"I'll go catch some wild game right now. You rest first."

After saying that, Er Liangzhong scurried away.

Only the still-angry Wan Jinqing remained. He plopped down under a nearby large tree, crossed his arms, and complained incessantly.

"Damn Long Tianxing, damn Miechen Sect!"

"To think they made me look like this and even required me to regularly supplement food to maintain the Physical Body's vitality. I, a dignified Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, have fallen to this; how tragic."

"Once I complete this mission and get the antidote, whether it's Long Tianxing or that Little Girl..." Wan Jinqing suddenly felt a chill down his spine, a bad premonition washing over him.

He looked left and right, then used his Divine Sense to investigate. After confirming nothing was wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief, though his tone became a bit forced.

"In... in short... I, Wan Jinqing, will not let you off!"

Wan Jinqing raised his two small fleshy hands into fists and roared.

Not far away, Er Liangzhong, who was about to catch some wild game, heard the sound and subconsciously filled in the image in his mind, letting out a laugh.

Then he felt a weight on the back of his head and passed out.

"I will not let you off!"

In a pitch-black place where one couldn't see their hand in front of them, this voice echoed continuously, making it impossible to tell the source. After repeating many times, it became even more irritating.

"Damn it, that voice again. Why are these last two dreams so noisy!"

In the darkness, Long Tianxing couldn't open his eyes or move his limbs. His whole body felt like it was under sleep paralysis; he only knew he was in a dream.

And this was already the third time.

When this strange dream first appeared, he felt some inexplicable fear. The second time, there was only anger.

Now, for the third time, he could only be trapped here, forced to listen to that annoying voice. He couldn't even muster anger anymore, only a sense of grievance.

Truly damn it. If this continues, I'm afraid it will damage my Sea of Consciousness. I must reach the Southwest Border as soon as possible. After crossing the border, I'll go to the Butian Pavilion for help first; I can't return to Qingxu Grotto-Heaven yet.

Just as he was thinking, Long Tianxing suddenly felt a wave of coolness.

It felt like chewing two pieces of mint gum and then gulping down a mouthful of cold water. Clarity and stimulation surged at the same time, causing his tightly closed eyes to snap open instantly.

This black space also became bright as he opened his eyes.

"Ah... ugh... ha— ha—."

Long Tianxing let out a painful groan, then took several deep breaths in succession. After catching his breath, he sat up and looked around in disbelief.

"How is this possible? I... wasn't I dreaming?"

At this moment, Long Tianxing had no sense of being in a dream; he only felt exceptionally clear-headed. The scene before him was neither a familiar place nor a random jumble of a dream, but a place he had never seen before.

At the same time.

"Ouch!"

"Who, who's ambushing me!"

Wan Jinqing, who was sitting under the tree resting and waiting for Er Liangzhong to find food to supplement his Physical Body's needs, suddenly felt a heavy object crash onto him.

He shouted angrily and stood up abruptly, pushing away the heavy object pressing on him.

After pushing it away, he finally saw what had been pressing on him. That person was quickly fading out of a concealment Spell, revealing his true appearance. Wan Jinqing's small mouth formed an O-shape.

"Good heavens, am I dreaming?"

Wan Jinqing quickly pinched himself, making a hissing sound from the pain, which confirmed it.

The man before him, who was unconscious and still had a look of struggle on his face, was precisely one of the targets of revenge he had been longing for.

Seeing this, he revealed a sinister smile and, rubbing his hands together, approached the person.

"Long— Tian— Xing!"