Chapter 53: Zunshang’s Furen?
Bai Xuci blinked his rabbit eyes, looking in the direction the other had departed.
He couldn’t understand it at all.
T-this behavior was too much like a scumbag…
Bai Xuci felt inexplicably unhappy. He jumped off the bed, planning to huff and puff his way to catch up.
But he hadn’t gone a few steps.
When he suddenly realized.
In what capacity… was he going?
It seemed nothing had been clarified. The reason for the kissing was plainly because he had “gone crazy” last time.
Added to the simple, direct brain circuitry of demons.
Bai Xuci felt that chasing after him wouldn’t result in any explanation.
His rabbit paws stepped anxiously back and forth on the palace floor, a bit worried.
“Maybe I should just go back to the rabbit hole…” Bai Xuci mumbled to himself, then transformed back on his own.
His white hair was a bit messy. He found the nearest pillar and leaned against it dejectedly.
He wasn’t ready to fall in love with a demon.
He held out his hand and looked at his claws, instantly falling into a new wave of worry.
Right, he forgot he was a demon too.
It couldn’t count as cross-species.
Bai Xuci sighed and walked toward the outside, incidentally “fanning” a little ghost fire that flew over to the side.
Why did these little things always come to him when Fan Yue wasn’t around?
Little cowards.
When Bai Xuci walked to the main gate, his mind was still wandering.
From whether to plant carrots this year, to whether Qu San had mastered transformation, to whether it would snow heavily again this winter.
In short, his thoughts were flying wild, uncontrollable.
Until a thought struck him…
“What species is Fan Yue again?” Bai Xuci muttered to himself while holding the door frame, frowning.
When he first transmigrated into the book, he had thought about this question.
But back then, he simply assigned looks based on hero vs. villain, leading Bai Xuci to believe for a time that the Great Demon Lord was an incredibly ugly species.
Until that meeting at the banquet.
Bai Xuci scratched the black wood of the door frame with his finger, feeling somewhat agitated, and simply muttered to himself:
“His human form is so good-looking, surely… surely his true form won’t be too scary?”
There was an intent of self-comfort.
After saying this, Bai Xuci shook his head quickly, trying to stop thinking nonsense.
Then he stepped out, intending to leave.
Golden ripples instantly oscillated, then revealed themselves.
Bai Xuci felt like he had walked into tempered glass. He stumbled back several steps, nearly falling over.
He frowned tighter and suspiciously approached again.
He reached out his hand. There was a barrier…
Bai Xuci couldn’t reach outside.
He patted it hard. Like hitting the surface of water, the ripples multiplied.
Seemingly aware of who was there, this barrier was also very spiritual.
It directly made itself look like a stream.
Golden ripples flowed slowly, even creating “splashing water drops” when Bai Xuci hit the barrier.
Not hurting him in the slightest.
Bai Xuci: “…”
His expression started to look unpleasant. He thought Fan Yue had simply left for business.
Why did he lock him up?
Bai Xuci felt anger blocking his chest. He quickened his pace to a nearby window and pushed it open.
Golden ripples swimming.
He refused to give up and went to the other window.
Still golden ripples swimming.
“He just put a dome over the whole place, didn’t he?” Bai Xuci was so angry he wanted to laugh.
What kind of luck was this? Pinned down and kissed for so long.
And the result was losing the right to go out?
He turned around angrily and walked away, then sat on the bed with his arms crossed.
“Sim-simply bullying people too much.”
He pursed his lips, his eyes a bit red.
Saying nothing, he turned away.
Leaving him here alone, what was that about?
While Bai Xuci was silent, a wisp of black fog ran out from somewhere.
Red eyes glanced upward.
Then froze…
“Why are there so many of you?!”
Yes, it wasn’t one wisp of black fog, it was a row.
Like little tadpoles, the ones behind holding the tails of the ones in front, looking inexplicably funny.
Especially when they flew slowly in front of Bai Xuci.
The little black fogs seemed to be a different batch from before, because the current ones… looked inexplicably like acrobats.
They formed a circle, then spun rapidly.
Bai Xuci: “??”
The spinning speed got faster and faster, and some even looked dizzy.
Bai Xuci forgot about being angry and unconsciously reached out a hand.
“Y-you guys be careful…”
The speed reached a point where individual fogs couldn’t be seen.
It was basically a black ring.
Bai Xuci frowned more, unsure what they were doing.
Until—
The black ring suddenly paused, and then individual black fogs transformed into the shape of petals, leaning outward.
Becoming a…
Black flower wreath.
Bai Xuci opened his mouth slightly, eyebrows raising.
“…”
Sure enough, the next second.
The “petals” instantly closed up, turning back into a black ring, then slowly spun again.
Then after about one rotation, they changed into a different kind of petal.
Leaning back again.
Another kind of… black flower wreath.
Bai Xuci furrowed his brow, feeling he couldn’t quite accept such avant-garde art just yet.
He closed his eyes, slightly helpless.
Were they here specifically to coax him?
He curled his lip, still not understanding.
Why didn’t he come to see him?
Crunch, crunch.
Bai Xuci leaned against the bedside, expressionlessly stuffing carrot slices into his mouth, calmly watching the little black fogs perform.
It had now turned into jumping through a fire hoop.
Ah no, it should be called jumping through a black hoop, since the little black fogs made it all themselves.
“Very good!” Bai Xuci offered some applause at the right moment.
The little black fogs worked even harder.
Bai Xuci yawned and stuffed another handful of carrot slices into his mouth.
He really couldn’t figure it out.
Was there something wrong with Fan Yue?
Locking him here, sending snacks, plus an “acrobatics program.”
What was he trying to do…
Bai Xuci got tired even from just being an audience member, plus with the posture leaning against the bed.
He closed his eyes unconsciously.
Sleepy.
A carrot slice fell from his fair palm onto the floor.
The little black fogs instantly stopped moving, then diligently flew to the bedside, pulling the quilt to cover Bai Xuci.
extremely thoughtful.
Then the surrounding black fogs all crashed into a central black fog, soon merging into a large mass.
Turning into the shape of a mirror.
Seeming to report back…
Bai Xuci muttered something with a frown, seeming to be dreaming.
The little black fogs: “!!”
They trembled, and the mirror became unstable.
Then, seemingly controlled by something external, the little black fogs instantly solidified.
The mirror became clearer.
Bai Xuci slept uncomfortably, feeling something digging into his neck. He groggily propped himself up.
Through hazy eyes, he saw the black fog in front of him again.
But because his eyes were half-open, he didn’t clearly see the shape of a mirror.
He just said with a slightly raspy voice:
“It’s okay, I’m not angry anymore, I’m going to sleep…”
“Rest.”
Bai Xuci waved his hand with eyes closed, then lay back down, doing a salted-fish flip.
Grabbing a corner of the quilt, he rolled several times.
Becoming a rabbit-sandwich sausage.
Fan Yue retracted the Dark Spirit Mirror, his face looking relieved.
No rejection reaction occurred…
However, his face still looked somewhat annoyed as he raised a hand to rub his forehead.
He hadn’t expected it to come early this time.
Fan Yue’s eyes were still flashing between gold and red, somewhat uncontrollable.
His complexion wasn’t great. He lifted his robes and walked out.
Meanwhile, at the Spirit Medicine Pavilion—
Fu Lin was sitting absent-mindedly at a wooden table, twirling a writing brush in his hand.
Looking extremely worried.
On the table was a scroll, with scattered records of some events, even marked with detailed dates.
He seemed to care a lot about it.
Fu Lin was currently propping his head up, looking at the scroll in distress…
“No, how could this be?”
“I can’t accept it…” His tone was slightly stiff.
After a while.
“But it’s not impossible.”
He pursed his lips, forcing himself to compromise.
Just then, the wooden door opened, and a chilling aura rushed in.
Fu Lin’s brush dropped with a clatter. He quickly composed his casual expression, turned around, and knelt properly to bow.
“Greetings, Zunshang.”
The scroll on the wooden table had long vanished.
“When will his rejection reaction end?” The tone was heavy.
Fu Lin lowered his head, the corner of his eye twitching again.
Why ask about that little rabbit right away? The full moon is approaching; aren’t you worried about yourself at all, old man?
But internal complaints aside, Fu Lin answered very strictly:
“Because there is no precedent for improving a Kongling Body, neither in the Demon Realm nor the Cultivation Realm, right now we can barely make the ‘gap’ smaller, but cannot fill it completely.”
“And… because your spiritual power is too potent, Zunshang. The occasional transfer before was fine, but now to cure the ‘Kongling Body’ completely, the spiritual power you gave is too much and too aggressive.”
Fu Lin tried to make his tone very tactful, then glanced up at Fan Yue before slowly continuing:
“Plus the Spirit Supplementing Pills that took so long before… he didn’t show abnormalities at first only because the Kongling Body was purifying it. Subsequently, there will definitely be a reaction.”
“As for whether the reaction is strong, that… I’m not too sure either.”
Fu Lin didn’t dare lift his head, nervous to death inside, especially feeling the change in atmosphere.
But there was no helping it; the rejection was inevitable and unavoidable.
“No solution?” Fan Yue’s brows were knit tight, growing more irritable.
Red flashed in his eyes from time to time.
He just suppressed it.
Fu Lin hesitated upon hearing this, then thought seriously and said:
“Actually, there is.”
“Because he has a Kongling Body, he can withstand your relatively potent spiritual power, Zunshang. But precisely because of this, the internal reaction mechanism is slower. It will flare up slowly later until completely absorbed…” Fu Lin spoke slowly, seeming to explain it to himself.
“But didn’t you feed him blood, Zunshang? And gave a lot of spiritual power.” Fu Lin seemed to find a new train of thought, his tone lightening. “This little demon must like your spiritual power very much. It’s a good sign, showing his body is already accepting it.”
“As long as you continue to give sufficient amounts of spiritual power, he can end the rejection and adapt completely.”
Fu Lin’s tone was quite serious, offering a guarantee.
Fan Yue lowered his eyes to look at him, asking indifferently:
“What did you call him?”
Fu Lin: “…”
He went stiff all over, unconsciously swallowing his saliva, recalling that he seemed to have said “this little demon.”
Damn habit…
“Then…” A very hesitant tone laced with a trace of grievance.
“Zunshang’s Furen?”
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