Wei Furen

Chapter 6

(A/N: if I use this style "style" then it means that the one speaking is drunk or had been drugged and were speaking like one, it's also used for showing some past scenes and If I use this style "style" then it means something important or an emergency and this style "style" for something special or emotional or heartbreaking)

(now onto the actual story)

On a random path after a few days

Only a few days passed and Wuxian realized that she might have made a wrong choice.

The donkey that she conveniently picked up was too hard to please.

Although it was only a donkey, it would exclusively eat fresh, young grass with dewdrops still hanging off them. If the tip of the grass had a streak of yellow, it wouldn't eat it. Passing a farm, Wuxian stole some wheat straws to feed it, but after chewing them, it spit it out with a ptoo, even louder than that of its human counterparts. If it didn't eat high-quality food, it wouldn't budge, and it'd lose its temper and kick around. For multiple times, Wuxian almost got kicked by it. Aside from that, it's brays also sounded extremely horrible to the ear.

It was useless, no matter as a mount or a pet!

Wuxian couldn't help but to think of her sword with a solemn face as she thought 'My sword is probably collected by some leader of a prominent clan and would have hanged on a wall as a trophy that they could show other people. Heh.....Some leaders they are....'

After pushing and pulling along for a few blocks, the road reached a vast farmland of some village. Under the scorching sun, there was a large pagoda tree and thick, green grass underneath it. Beside the tree, there was an old well, with a barrel and a dipper on the side, placed there by the farmers for any passersby to quench their thirst. The donkey ran over there and nothing could make it leave. Wuxian hopped down and slapped its buttocks, "You're definitely destined for wealth, even harder to please than me."

The donkey spat at her. While they fooled around aimlessly, a group of people approached from within the fields.

The people carried handmade bamboo baskets, and wore cotton clothes and straw sandals, emitting the rustic airs of rural villagers. In the group, there was a young girl with a round face that could be considered delicate. Possibly because of walking for too long under the sun, they also wanted to come over to rest by the shade and have some water. However, seeing that there was a wild donkey tied to the tree and a lunatic with a weird mask and dishevelled hair, they were reluctant to go over.

Wuxian had always thought of herself as one who was courteous towards everyone in need, so she moved over, emptying some space, and went to struggle with the donkey. After realizing that she was harmless, the people were finally at ease to come over. All of them were drenched in sweat and had ruddy cheeks; some were fanning themselves and some fetching water. The girl sat by the well and smiled at Wuxian, as if she knew that she purposely moved away.

One of the people held a compass in his hand. He looked into the distance, and then lowered his head questioningly, "We're already at the foot of Dafan Mountain, so why hasn't the pointer started moving yet?"

The designs and pointer on the compass looked strange, indicating that it wasn't a normal compass. It wasn't one that showed the North, South, East, and West, but one that showed the directions malicious creatures, also known as a Compass of Evil. Wuxian realized that this was probably a poor cultivation clan from the countryside. Aside from highbrow, affluent clans, there were also smaller clans like this, who closed their doors and cultivated on their own. Wuxian thought that they might have left their village to either find a clan whom they were distant relatives to or to go night-hunting.