Chapter 72 Where Did Wuxiang Find This Poisonous Man…
The person in the sky nodded, scanned the people on the ground, paused for a moment, and sent out several more talismans, dropping one on everyone’s head.
Following a flash of spiritual light from the talismans, only a few bloodstains, a couple of corpses, and some spider webs remained on the ground.
The long robes flipped, and the rift closed.
The silent figure, after turning around from the rift, turned into a chatterbox toward the other person: “Wuxiang, that spatial rift was so high! I didn’t even have any safety gear on me, scared me to death.” Yun Xinyang patted his chest, saying he was scared to death while his eyes showed novelty and excitement.
“I got nervous and forgot who you asked me to bring over, so I just brought everyone. Does bringing too many have any effect? If not, you can send them back. Can this thing still send people back?”
“No need to send them back. Just leave them be. I have my arrangements.” Yun Wuxiang had originally intended to go to the Mortal Realm to find people himself. But 3339 had been dug out by Song Yilou and placed in Yun Xinyang’s body. Yun Wuxiang wasn’t sure if he could still use magic after arriving in the Mortal Realm without the System, so he sent Yun Xinyang to fetch them.
Clearly, he fetched a bit too many.
“Oh, okay. By the way, was my entrance just now cool?” Yun Xinyang felt his entrance was incredibly awesome!
“So noisy, shut your mouth. Say one more word to the Guanzhu, and I’ll poison you mute.” The childish voice should have been lively and cute, but this one sounded sinister and chilling.
Yun Xinyang looked down. By Yun Wuxiang’s leg, a little black-haired brat with a face full of maliciousness was staring at him. Not even the clean, adorable little face could offset the cold, eerie aura emanating from him—like a ghost doll, bizarre and terrifying.
If it were the past, Yun Xinyang would definitely have been scared away. But now, he was only a tiny bit scared.
Yun Xinyang activated his skill, complaining: “Brother! Manage him!”
Grabbing the back of the little black-haired brat’s collar, Yun Wuxiang lifted him up. He looked at the mini-Song Yilou in his hand, acting strange and selling cuteness, pouting and looking at him pitifully. This was physical regression caused by soul weakness, but essentially, it was still that Song Yilou.
“If he goes mute, I’ll make you mute too.”
Song Yilou crossed his two little hands over his chest, his soft, chubby face showing indignation: “Why? I’m his savior! Could he have revived without me? Is this how he repays me? Returning kindness with enmity, interfering with our Dao Companion relationship!”
“Don’t say such things with that face. I hate hearing it.” Yun Wuxiang pinched the chubby face. The texture of a Ghost Gu was different from a human’s, feeling like cold jelly, but it was still quite nice to pinch.
If Song Yilou didn’t open his mouth, he could pass as a cute child.
Then he said to Yun Xinyang: “Don’t provoke him, he really will poison you.”
Song Yilou flashed a sinister and wicked expression at Yun Xinyang, running his little hand across his neck, full of malice.
“Wuxiang, have you really thought about marrying such a terrible guy?” Yun Xinyang pointed at Song Yilou, looking deeply distressed.
He didn’t oppose his brother liking men, but in the extremely short time since meeting Song Yilou, he realized this guy’s core issues far surpassed gender.
“I have no interest in finding a partner.” Yun Wuxiang had always had an indifferent attitude toward having a Dao Companion: “However, if I have a Dao Companion in this life, it will probably only be him.”
The mini-Song Yilou, who had been baring his fangs at Yun Xinyang, immediately reined in his sharp teeth. His large eyes looked at Yun Wuxiang, the joy on his fair, tender face rising along with his raised eyebrows, before instantly dropping again. Puffed up his cheeks, he said: “There is no ‘probably’, only me!”
Yun Xinyang opened his mouth but suddenly didn’t know what to say. Was Wuxiang already deeply in love with Song Yilou?
“Because anyone else I find would be poisoned to death by him.” Yun Wuxiang, holding him up, revealed the truth.
Yun Xinyang’s eyelid twitched, his features twisting. This reason was pure poison!
“Exactly, only I can stay by the Guanzhu’s side! Anyone else will be completely poisoned to death!” Song Yilou raised his chin, looking utterly proud.
Yun Xinyang glared: What terrible things are you proud of!
He felt his little heart, as a normal person, had been poisoned: [System, get the ventilator! I’m going to pass out. Where did Wuxiang find this poisonous husband!]
[A ventilator plus a 10-liter oxygen cylinder costs 1500 points. Do you wish to exchange?]
[No, no, no!] Yun Xinyang hurriedly refused out of fear. This was his ticket home! Even though he might not save enough, he definitely couldn’t waste it on something like this.
A cloud-patterned mask appeared before him. Yun Wuxiang said: “Martial Uncle Caituan gave this to you. I have many enemies in the Immortal Realm. Put it on when you go out.”
Song Yilou: “Why wear a mask? I have plenty of poisons here that can disfig-fig-fig… Guanzhu, stop sha-sha-shaking… awooo.”
A gust of chilling yin energy seeped through his clothes onto his skin at his waist. Yun Wuxiang looked down at the little black-haired brat clinging to his waist, gnawing on his clothes and refusing to let go. He tugged twice, couldn’t pull him off, and temporarily ignored him. Maintaining the posture of having someone hanging from his waist, he said to Yun Xinyang: “Ignore him. You will leave sooner or later. If you stay away from me, Song Yilou won’t pay you any attention. He dislikes humans.”
Yun Xinyang hesitated, pointing at Song Yilou: “Um, doesn’t this require a rabies vaccine?”
“He didn’t break the skin, it’s fine. There’s no rabies vaccine here anyway.” Yun Wuxiang released his grip on the back of Song Yilou’s collar, letting him hang on by himself, and shoved the mask at Yun Xinyang: “Hold on to the mask.”
“This mask looks a bit hard, and there’s no strap. Do I just put it directly on my face? Things in the cultivation world sure are magical… Wow, wearing it feels like I’m wearing nothing.”
Yun Xinyang took the mask and put it on his face. A fleeting warm sensation passed, and the mask seemed to melt onto his face: “Wuxiang, do you have a mirror? What do I look like now?”
It was a cloud of white mist. Yun Wuxiang looked at the figure before him, completely enveloped in mist. With a swipe of his finger, a water mirror appeared before Yun Xinyang.
Amidst Yun Xinyang’s amazed “wows” at the mirror, Yun Wuxiang adjusted his appearance. His crimson eyes turned ink-black, and his white hair with black edges turned uniformly black.
When the system was extracted by Song Yilou, the skin effect remained. It didn’t transfer to Yun Xinyang along with the system. Yun Wuxiang suspected Song Yilou had tampered with it. He was extremely dissatisfied that Yun Wuxiang and Yun Xinyang shared the same face, even though Yun Wuxiang couldn’t understand what there was to be dissatisfied about.
Yun Wuxiang: “I’m going to check on Lanqing. Coming with me?”
“Lanqing? Guanzhu, you haven’t even called me Yilou. I am your Dao Companion!” Song Yilou released his bite and started causing a ruckus again. Grabbing the front of Yun Wuxiang’s robes, he pulled, loosening the collar and revealing collarbones and a small patch of fair chest. His eyes darted upward forcefully.
A talisman slapped onto Song Yilou’s head, reverting the little black-haired brat back into a small black scorpion.
Yun Wuxiang gripped the black scorpion and repeated the previous question to Yun Xinyang.
“Wuxiang, do you want to introduce me to your disciple? No need, right? I’ve never been an elder, it’s pretty embarrassing.” Yun Xinyang dodged Yun Wuxiang’s invitation with a dry laugh.
Yun Wuxiang changed his mind with one sentence: “Lanqing is Shen Yueqiu’s son.”
…
Everyone who was teleported simultaneously by the transfer talisman into the water pavilion outside a palace complex had different reactions. Jin Hongqi, after touching a pillar of the pavilion, began a non-stop barrage of exclamations.
“Kunlun Divine Wood! My god, this pavilion is built with Kunlun Divine Wood—the very Kunlun Divine Wood the Kunwu Sect auctions a thumb-sized sliver of only once every hundred years!”
Jin Hongqi turned to touch the chess table in the center of the pavilion, his pupils shaking violently again: “Ancient Moon Spirit Crystal. A treasure of the Demon Race.”
He looked around, catching sight of the pool full of green lotuses. After identifying them carefully, he drew a sharp breath: “Purifying World Green Lotuses. The Bailing Sect barely manages to keep one alive in their spirit pool, hiding it away and not letting anyone see it. But this pool is full of them!”
Approaching the flower pool, Jin Hongqi wanted to take a closer look at the green lotuses. Resting his hand on the carved white jade balustrade, his already overwhelmed brain suffered another heavy blow: “Nine Heavens Profound Jade.”
“Mo Yang, do you see this? Someone used Nine Heavens Profound Jade to build a flower pool!”
Mo Yang’s eyes were dazed: “I see it.”
Jin Hongqi: “If all these are real…”
Then what kind of garbage did he bring to give to the Guanzhu as a meeting gift! And here he thought the items he prepared were high-class enough.
The colorful-robed peacock covered his face in despair. He had never lost so much face over gifting treasures before!
“Stab me with your sword. I feel like I’m dreaming.” Jin Hongqi tugged at Mo Yang. Mo Yang complied without a word, raising his sword to fulfill the request.
Jin Hongqi instinctively dodged: “I told you to cut me, and you really did it!”
Mo Yang hesitated for a moment, turned the blade, and slashed his own hand. As blood flowed along with the pain, his expression grew firmer: “It’s real. Not a dream.”
“Old Mo, have you lost your mind? Think about your shabby storage bag. You couldn’t even dream of such a wealthy scene in your sleep.” Jin Hongqi said speechlessly, looking at his still-bleeding hand: “Why aren’t you stopping the bleeding and healing the wound?”
Mo Yang tore a strip of cloth to wrap around his hand.
Jin Hongqi stopped him: “Did you forget we’ve left the Mortal Realm? Or did you forget how to use immortal spells? You’re actually using mortal methods to stop bleeding.”
Mo Yang: “I tried. It didn’t work.”
“How could it not work?” Jin Hongqi tried casting a healing spell on Mo Yang’s wound but failed to summon even a trace of immortal spiritual energy.
“Spells are forbidden in this place.”
Everyone in the pavilion looked up. A figure of outstanding grace walked over through the misty clouds. His ethereal and transcendent presence carried a natural, imposing majesty, making one hesitate to approach or act rashly.
“Guanzhu.” Jin Hongqi and Mo Yang snapped out of their daze, bowing their heads in greeting. Stimulated by the sheer wealth around them, their bows were much deeper than before.
Their bodies froze about three meters away from Yun Wuxiang, standing still like frozen ice sculptures.
Yun Wuxiang squeezed the villainous venomous scorpion hidden in his sleeve, performing a hand seal to sever the yin energy surrounding Shen Lanqing.
Freed from his restraints, Shen Lanqing stumbled, almost falling face-first to the ground.
A pair of hands caught him, helping him stand steady.
“Thank you, Mast… Your Excellency.” Shen Lanqing looked up and met a cloud of mist. Behind the mist, Yun Wuxiang still stood three meters away, his eyes displaying obvious questioning.
“This is my younger brother. Call him Martial Uncle Yun.” Yun Wuxiang, having dealt with Song Yilou in his sleeve, stepped forward towards the two.
After taking two steps, Yun Wuxiang stopped. Under his bangs, the azure ring flashed briefly.
His gaze swept rapidly over everyone present.
The Azure Heaven Mark reacted. Among these people, there was a Daoist Venerable’s reincarnation.
Who was it?
His eyes fell on the person closest to him. Shen Lanqing?
“Thank you, Martial Uncle.” Shen Lanqing thanked Yun Xinyang, then hurried to Yun Wuxiang: “Master, I…”
Yun Wuxiang looked at his blood-soaked clothes, the torn bloody hole peeking through the gaps in the fabric: “Where are the healing pills I gave you?”
The excitement on Shen Lanqing’s face stiffened and faded. Pursing his lips, he said somewhat guiltily: “I… forgot.”
Yun Wuxiang cast a downward glance: “You’re still forgetting?” Are you waiting for me to feed you?
“I’ll eat them right now.” Shen Lanqing fished out the medicine bottle from his clothes, poured out two pills, threw them into his mouth, and swallowed.
“Calm your mind and focus on recovery. Circulate your energy to heal your injuries. Come find me when you’ve mended yourself.” Yun Wuxiang settled Shen Lanqing down.
Jin Hongqi and Mo Yang stepped forward.
“Guanzhu, it’s wonderful that you are unharmed. Ever since the talisman you left behind self-ignited, Brother Shen couldn’t eat or sleep, worrying day and night about your safety. That Murong Qi from the Immortal Realm even said you died at the hands of Bailing Xianjun. In a fit of anger, Brother Shen ignored his own injuries and beat him up. His filial piety is truly commendable!”
Jin Hongqi spouted a string of praises for Shen Lanqing’s filial piety while subtly snitching on the Immortal Realm.
“Nanlin Xianjun and Kunwu Xianjun are dead. I wonder what the Heavenly Dao intends for Bailing Xianjun?” Jin Hongqi’s voice brimmed with unmistakable anticipation.
To sum up his speech: It’s good that you’re alive. When are you going to kill Bailing Xianjun?
Yun Wuxiang: “I cannot go to the Immortal Realm for the time being.” He didn’t want to go either, nor did he want to know what the rumors about him and Song Yilou had mutated into up there.
Besides, he hadn’t even passed his Earth Demon lightning tribulation yet. What Xianjun was he supposed to kill?
Under Jin Hongqi’s disappointed gaze, he pointed out a path for the two: “This place is the inheritance ground left by my sect’s Ancestral Master. If you are willing to switch allegiances, you may enter the main hall to receive the inheritance. Once you advance to Xianjun, you can go kill him yourself.”
The inheritance ground of Daoist Venerable Tianqing. As her inheritor, he didn’t even know where it was. Yet Daoist Venerable Jiangzi summoned it with a casual wave.
What a great close friend indeed.
“I am willing! I am willing to surrender to you and swear a Heavenly Dao oath! I will never betray you, please give me a chance!” Murong Qi scrambled over, yelling loudly.
Seeing a face bruised into a colorful pancake, Yun Wuxiang looked disgusted: “My sect doesn’t accept pig heads.”
Did he think Yun Wuxiang just took anyone? If it weren’t for the Azure Heaven Mark reacting again when Jin Hongqi and Mo Yang approached, he wouldn’t even bother poaching these two.
Shen Lanqing, Jin Hongqi, Mo Yang. Out of three people, two were Daoist Venerable reincarnations.
Weren’t there a bit too many Daoist Venerable reincarnations around him?
Author’s Note: Irresponsible Mini Theater Underworld Phone Call Daoist Venerable Tianqing (laughing hands on hips): Not too many, not too many at all! Your goal is to turn all Daoist Venerable reincarnations into my grand-disciples, hahaha!!! Daoist Venerable Jiangzi: I will help you. Yun Wuxiang: Does that include the reincarnations of you two? I understand. Daoist Venerable Tianqing (laughter pausing): Wait a minute. This Venerable grants you the right to accept disciples on your Master’s behalf. This Venerable’s reincarnation must be one rank higher than theirs… Yun Wuxiang: Hello? Hello? The signal dropped? Song Yilou (hiding a pair of scissors, leaning against Yun Wuxiang): Who’s calling this late at night, interrupting our private time [Yellow Heart].
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