Chapter 55: You Are an Immortal?
Bai Xuci was stunned, unable to react immediately.
[Why? Is a hair ribbon very expensive…] His tone was very serious.
Bai Xuci genuinely hadn’t expected this small request to be rejected. Wasn’t it just a little hair ribbon?
He looked down at his waist and pondered for a moment.
Letting go of the quilt, he pulled out his own silk sash.
He gave it a tug.
He looked eager to try.
[Do not use the sash.] A faint command, carrying a tone of helplessness.
The two ears atop Bai Xuci’s head instantly stood upright. He looked around vigilantly.
What was going on? Why did Fan Yue know what he was doing?
Just then, the little black mists appeared dutifully again, carrying a fine silk ribbon.
Bai Xuci’s hanging hair was quickly gathered up.
The little black mists flew back and forth, even carefully arranging the ends of his hair.
Bai Xuci: “…”
He reached out and caught a little black mist that was so tired it could barely fly. The little thing nuzzled Bai Xuci’s finger pitifully.
[Zunshang, do you pay them wages?] Bai Xuci’s tone was quite serious.
Fan Yue frowned slightly, waving his hand to dispose of another piece of trash that had followed him.
He finally walked slowly down from the Tongtian Terrace.
[What are wages?]
Bai Xuci stroked the little black mist’s head with his finger, his expression very earnest.
[Mn… well, you can understand it as: do you give them food?]
After all, this little thing performed acrobatics, delivered items, and even had to shoulder the burden of hair-tying.
It was so tired it couldn’t fly.
[Did they ask you for food?] His tone was indifferent, but there was an inexplicable sense of interrogation.
The little black mist lying in Bai Xuci’s palm seemed to suffer a shock. Shoo, it flew up instantly.
Its speed was extremely fast.
There was absolutely no sign of being unable to fly.
“…”
Bai Xuci was rendered speechless. How could this little guy pretend so well?
But there was another matter—
[Zunshang, how did you know I wanted to use my sash to tie my hair…] His tone was suspicious.
Bai Xuci grabbed the quilt again, wrapping himself tightly. His ears stood straight up as he glanced randomly around the main hall.
Could there be some kind of “surveillance camera”?
The other side paused briefly but still explained.
[It is… the previous Consocentric Contract. It allows sharing the scenes of each other’s location.]
Bai Xuci’s ears bent. His small expression was very serious; he completely failed to hear the uneasiness in the other’s tone.
Shared scenes? So advanced.
Eh, wasn’t that just switching from voice call to video call?
A lightbulb went on.
[Zunshang, Zunshang, can I see your side then?] His tone was quite chipper, even a little excited.
He looked as if he trusted the previous explanation implicitly.
Fan Yue stopped walking. The red in his eyes surged as he glanced behind him.
There were even corpses hanging on the steps…
[Wait a moment, alright?] His tone was flat.
Bai Xuci didn’t sense anything unusual and answered very obediently:
[Okay, okay.]
He maintained an air of peace and harmony.
About a quarter of an hour passed.
[Alright.]
Bai Xuci instantly perked up. He stopped his childish swaying and focused intently to feel it.
Even the tips of his ears stood at attention.
He closed his eyes very seriously.
Start charging up.
Fan Yue frowned slightly. He hadn’t expected the boy not to know how to do it.
Just as he was about to offer a reminder—
“Young Master, you’ve been here before, right!” A burly man selling steamed buns said with a beaming smile, his face full of kindness.
Fan Yue shifted his gaze over, expressionless.
The burly man froze instantly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
“Uh, uh, Young Master, I just wanted to tell you, the shop has added buns with other fillings.” His tone inexplicably became stammering.
Fan Yue looked down and thought for a moment, then asked directly:
“What fillings?”
The proprietress inside the shop was vigorously kneading dough. Seeing her husband not coming back to help, she got a bit angry.
“What are you doing? Taking so long just to get oil paper?!” A woman rolled up her sleeves and walked out of the small shop.
Fan Yue naturally shifted his gaze to her, retaining his cold demeanor.
The proprietress first sized him up uncomfortably, then pushed her husband aside and asked:
“Customer, what filling would you like? Our buns will be ready soon, guaranteed piping hot.”
Her speech revealed a sense of neither servility nor overbearingness.
Fan Yue frowned slightly, seemingly pondering something.
The burly man and the proprietress immediately tensed up. This person had an extraordinary air; he was definitely someone they couldn’t afford to offend.
With that expression now, was he here to smash up the place?
“He said he wants everything.” His tone was indifferent, lifting his eyes to look at them.
Burly Man: “…”
Proprietress: “…”
The atmosphere fell into awkwardness.
“Uh, there are quite a few varieties. Do you want a few of each, or…” The proprietress got serious now, wiping her hands on the linen cloth around her waist, her face turning respectful.
If he really wanted everything, that was quite a lot; they could make good money.
But hearing this, the person opposite lowered his eyes, seemingly thinking.
The burly man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, inexplicably nervous.
“He wants to eat everything. One steamer basket of each will do.” His tone was very flat, not feeling anything wrong with it.
The proprietress’s hand holding the oil paper paused, and the paper fell to the ground.
Th-th-this… could he finish it all?
One basket of each…
A line had formed behind them at some point, and sounds of dissatisfaction arose.
“Why haven’t you finished buying yet? So slow.”
The proprietress reacted first, shouting to the people behind:
“Come back another day, everyone! Not enough buns today!”
A person who had waited a long time in the back immediately became unhappy and wanted to start cursing right there.
Fan Yue’s expression didn’t change. He turned and stared over, impatience in his eyes.
“What… what are you looking at?” That scrawny man’s voice instantly grew weak.
He muttered a few sentences and then walked away.
He didn’t dare say anything else.
[Zunshang, how long do I have to wait?] A happy voice came into his mind, pulling Fan Yue’s attention back.
He refrained from taking action for the time being.
“He asks how long until it’s ready?” Fan Yue asked again, shifting his gaze to the proprietress.
The proprietress had a strange expression, seemingly unable to figure out who the “He” in this customer’s mouth was. Wasn’t he alone here?
But adhering to the principle of less talk…
She answered immediately:
“Very fast, very fast, just wait a little bit, about a quarter of an hour.”
“Mn.” Still very cold.
[A quarter of an hour.]
Hearing the reply, Bai Xuci instantly felt delighted.
Good food coming soon!
Ears taking flight.
[But Zunshang, why can’t I see your side?] Bai Xuci had been straining on his own for ages but didn’t see any other scenes.
In front of him was still the main hall.
He cupped his chin in confusion.
[Inject spiritual power into the original contract.] His tone was patient now.
Bai Xuci blinked, then let go of the quilt, seriously looking for where the contract was.
“Eh, seems it was on the arm…” He mumbled to himself.
And very naturally planned to pull open his clothes, preparing to input spiritual power.
Fan Yue pursed his lips and stopped him in time.
[You don’t need to take it off.]
Bai Xuci looked at his wrist, which was clamped by “air,” falling into self-doubt.
Was the other person powerful to this extent?
He tugged.
And actually couldn’t pull it free.
[Oh, oh, okay, okay.] He could only answer honestly.
Bai Xuci hung his head and began to inject spiritual power into the Consocentric Contract on his arm in a seemingly proper manner.
He didn’t make any major mistakes.
Soon, a scene full of human voices appeared before his eyes. It was exactly that baozi shop he had gone to before.
His ears stood up straight like antennas.
“Wow!” He exclaimed involuntarily.
So clear…
However, after Bai Xuci’s exclamation, he discovered a problem.
He could only see the scenery through the other person’s eyes; it was somewhat limited.
[Eh, Zunshang, then how do I turn this off?] Bai Xuci asked very seriously, still not quite knowing how to use his spiritual power.
[Move as your heart desires.]
Only five words.
There was confusion in Bai Xuci’s eyes. He interpreted it and tried to operate.
Off.
The lively scene before his eyes vanished instantly, leaving only the empty main hall.
On.
The backs of two busy people in the shop, with steam swirling around, seemingly just taking a basket out of the pot.
[I can do it!] A voice full of vitality.
Fan Yue pressed down the corner of his lips, his expression softening.
But soon—
[Wait, Zunshang, then didn’t you watch whenever you wanted before? Without even notifying me?] Bai Xuci’s brain suddenly started working, and he asked solemnly.
[…]
Bai Xuci felt something was a tiny bit wrong. Wasn’t this Consocentric Contract originally for “fairness”?
Why was he duped again?
He felt like he had fallen into a bigger trap…
Bai Xuci pursed his lips, slightly dissatisfied, then reached out to grab the quilt again.
Wrapped himself up.
Sulking.
[It’s unsafe. I have to watch.]
Hearing this, Bai Xuci became confused again. Why did he say he was unsafe again?
What could happen to him right now?
He held out his fingers to look; fair with a hint of pink, looking very healthy.
[Originally, one cannot watch casually. If your cultivation were high, you could lock it. Benzuo wouldn’t be able to see, nor speak to you.] Fan Yue pondered for a moment but explained anyway.
Bai Xuci froze for a moment, then said very earnestly:
[Are you reminding me that my cultivation is low?]
He actually extracted the valid information.
[…]
Just then—
“Customer, ready, ready. We’ll pack it up for you right now.” The proprietress walked out from the back, carrying a large steamer basket of buns, and placed it on the front counter.
She wiped her sweat with the linen cloth at her waist again.
Fan Yue looked at one of the baskets, his brows knitting.
Was it really this much…
The burly man also came out, holding a large bamboo basket, which he placed on the table.
Fan Yue pursed his lips, just watching.
Then.
The proprietress lined the bamboo basket with a clean cotton cloth and started tossing buns in. Her movements were very deft.
Soon, the buns were piled high.
Like a small mountain.
Fan Yue: “…”
Could he finish eating this?
“Customer, since there are too many, we won’t use oil paper. Just use this.”
Saying that, the proprietress planned to hand the bamboo basket to Fan Yue, seeming to imply he should carry it on his arm.
“…”
“No need.” His tone was faint.
He placed a piece of silver on the table, then waved his hand at the void.
The bamboo basket vanished instantly.
The proprietress’s eyes went wide. She looked down at her empty arms.
Her face turned red from holding her breath.
“You, you…” Her voice was loud at first, but then suddenly became small, “You are an Immortal, right?”
Fan Yue had intended to leave, but hearing this, his steps paused slightly, and he looked back.
With a half-smile on his face.
“You say—Benzuo is an Immortal?” His voice was slow, his expression ambiguous.
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