Chapter 84: Yun Tianqing? Song Yilou Can Actually Be an Emperor⌠part 1
The Matriarch of the Merman Tribe was a female Golden-Tailed Merman, possessing a refined yet domineering aura. Once the Sea-Fixing Merman Pearl was returned to its rightful place, she didn’t even stop to rest before heading over to receive Yun Wuxiang.
Her manner of hospitality was swift and direct; without wasting words, she led him straight to a pool.
Specifically, it was a pool within the seawater itself. The water in the pool had a peculiar hue, resembling a shattered rainbow scattered across a pitch-black night skyâturning into dots of starlight that remained undisturbed by the surrounding ocean, with a boundary as clear as day.
A flower resembling a narcissus, half-black and half-white, bloomed in the center of the pool. As its stems swayed, light ripples danced across the surface.
“The Black-and-White Floating Life Flower is a primordial divine artifact that our tribe has guarded for eons. They say ‘one flower, one world’; the flower contains its own small world of ‘Floating Life.’ Anyone who touches it will be sucked inside. Upon exiting, the memories of what transpired within will vanish, leaving only the insights gained. Thus, whenever a young merman is about to reach adulthood, they enter it for a trial.”
“The stem in this pool is merely a projection. The true Floating Life Flower resides within that small world. However, since memories are wiped upon leaving, no one knows exactly where the flower is hidden.”
The Merman Matriarch continued, “Since Elder Bai Jiao promised this flower to you, Guanzhu, I am certain you will be able to retrieve it from the pool. However, before that, I must ask Guanzhu to rescue those currently submerged within.”
Upon arrival, Yun Wuxiang had already noticed the figures soaking in the water.
In the darkness of the pool, a pale face surfaced. No matter how handsome the face was, it looked like something out of a ghost story. Upon closer inspection, his hair and clothing seemed to melt into the dark shadows. The water of the divine pool was actually quite transparent; it was this member of the Demon Race who had dyed it the color of night.
There was no need for an introduction. One look at the white scale on his brow revealed his identity: Bai Jiao’s Dao companion, Shadow Three.
As for the various other mermen in the pool, they weren’t importantâthey had simply been poisoned by Song Yilou. Neutralizing that would take only a few minutes.
The black scorpion swam a lap in the pool, shook the water off its body, and scurried to Yun Wuxiangâs side before transforming back into human form.
Yun Wuxiang asked, “How is it?”
Song Yilou licked his canine tooth, looking as if he were staring at a feast. “The toxicity is decent.”
“How long to finish consuming it?”
Song Yilou curled his lip. “I didn’t come here just to suck the poison out of him.”
He had come here to pursue dual cultivation with the Guanzhu!
Yun Wuxiang cast a cool glance at him. “There are many Song Yilous. I only want the one who is the most obedient and useful.”
Having just encountered two love rivals, Song Yilouâs expression shifted instantly. He reined in his theatrical antics and replied honestly, “About a year or two.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Will he live if I pull him out?”
If pulling him out didn’t result in death, Yun Wuxiang could go pick the flower.
Song Yilou: “If I plant a few more Gu, he should be fine.”
The Merman Matriarch placed great trust in Bai Jiaoâs divination. Hearing this, she instructed Yun Wuxiang to find Tongji if he needed anything and then left to attend to other matters.
Song Yilou busied himself for several days before finally hauling the Shadow Fiend Lord out of the pool.
Just as Yun Wuxiang and the mermen were observing the situation, Song Yilou quietly swam over to the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower and poked a white petal with his fingertip.
A strange fluctuation radiated from the flower. The demon and the merman by the pool turned their heads to look, only to see Song Yilouâs eyes closed, the fluctuations on his body matching those of the black-and-white bouquet perfectly.
Tongji cried out in alarm, “How did he get in?”
“Because I am going in,” Yun Wuxiang said.
“If he goes in, what about the Shadow Fiend Lord?” Tongji swam to Shadow Threeâs side in worry, checking his condition.
“Itâs fine. Song Yilou planted a Gu inside him. The Gu will slowly consume the poison within the Shadow Fiend Lordâs body until itâs clean.”
Yun Wuxiang withdrew his gaze and pulled a piece of talisman paper from his storage ring. Demonic energy condensed at his fingertips as he began to draw a talisman.
After checking Shadow Three and confirming Yun Wuxiangâs words, Tongji relaxed slightly. Seeing that Yun Wuxiang was still by the pool, he couldn’t help but ask, “A day outside is a year inside the flower. Guanzhu, are you not going in?”
“No rush. It is rare to have a few days of peace.” Yun Wuxiang unhurriedly finished the talisman. The phoenix mark on his brow flickered, and a voice that felt somewhat ethereal reached his sea of consciousness through space and time.
ă Why have you summoned me? ă
[I must trouble Shishu to send the Sky-Prison Cage to the stone table engraved with the Black Phoenix array beneath the Azure Sky Tree.]
ă You found an opportunity? ă
[His mind is filled with too many thoughts. In his pursuit of immediate pleasure, he tends to overlook certain things.]
ă I see him as someone blinded by love. Hmph, Shuji is a man with a broken mind, and the successor he chose is also a thing that doesn’t focus its brain on proper business. ă
ă The item has been placed. Take it yourself. ă
Yun Wuxiang activated the talisman in his hand. The paper dispersed, forming a small vortex. A birdcage emanating an ancient aura dropped from the vortex and landed in his palm.
Finally, he could refine the pet cage.
Holding the cage before him, he framed the Ghost Gu in the water within his field of vision, as if the other party had already been locked inside.
What should one do when a pet constantly wants to rebel and offend its master?
Just lock it up.
…
A few days later, Yun Wuxiang touched the petal. When he opened his eyes again, the sobbing, joyful cry of a young girl echoed in his ears: “The Little Prince is awake!”
Hurried footsteps quickly flooded into the room, which was thick with the scent of medicine. A cacophony of concerned greetings filled the air.
These people asked about his health, spoke of their worries, and thanked the heavens for his protection. After all that talk, there was very little useful information.
The room was as chaotic as a pot of mixed grain porridge.
“Out.”
The voice was incredibly weak, like the last wisp of smoke from a candle burning outâit felt as if a single gust of wind would blow it away. Even Yun Wuxiang felt a bit dazed; he couldn’t believe such a voice had come from his own mouth.
Such a faint sound was quickly drowned out by the messy crying, but unexpectedly, someone heard it.
“The Little Prince told you to get out!”
It was the first voice Yun Wuxiang had heard upon arriving. The young girl, who had been sobbing, suddenly sharpened her tone by ten degrees.
Like a white rabbit turning into a sharp-toothed tigress, the sound made Yun Wuxiangâs fragile eardrums vibrate.
Several grumbles of dissatisfaction followedâcomplaints about the younger generation being rude, or claims of being the Little Princeâs “so-and-so”âbut they were all chased out by the fuming tigress.
Yun Wuxiang sat up. This single movement felt incredibly difficult. This body was… too weak.
The girl, having finished chasing the others out, turned back to see him sitting up. Her face paled as she rushed to the bedside, grabbed the quilt, and without a word, yanked it up to cover Yun Wuxiangâs shoulders, pressing him back down.
“The window isn’t even closed yet! How can you come out of the covers? What if the wind blows on you and you catch a cold?”
As she spoke, she tucked the corners of the quilt tightly around him.
Feeling like a silkworm in a cocoon, Yun Wuxiang tried to move, but the body he was currently in was truly too weak.
He couldn’t even push away the tucked-in quilt!
How could there be such a weakling of a body in this world? And now, the owner of this body was him.
Yun Wuxiang couldn’t help but frown. Seeing this, the girl thought he was sad and comforted him in a low voice, “Don’t be afraid, Little Prince. Although the General and the Madam both died on the battlefield, the Generalâs Manor still has me. As long as I, Yun Tianqing, am here, the Generalâs Manor will always belong to the Yun family. No one can steal your title!”
Yun Wuxiang didn’t pay much attention to most of that speech, but every syllable of the girlâs name was impossible to ignore.
“Yun Tianqing?”
“Little Prince, what is it? Are you feeling unwell?” Yun Tianqing leaned over to observe his complexion.
A face as elegant as a painting appeared before Yun Wuxiang. Her features held a touch of sharp spirit; even with the corners of her eyes slightly red, she didn’t look pitiful. Instead, she had a faint, crazed air about her, as if she were ready to go stab someone with a sword.
“It is nothing.” Yun Wuxiang shook his head, indicating he wanted to rest in peace. Yun Tianqing understandingly left the room.
After she left, Yun Wuxiang opened his eyes.
The Azure Sky Seal remained silent, but the Demon Phoenix Dao Seal stirred.
What were the odds that Yun Tianqing was the reincarnation of Daozun Tianqing?
Impossible to judge. Pending.
He had never met Daozun Tianqing. He could only compare the girlâs voice to the few sentences the Daozun had spoken in the past; there were differences, yet they were quite similar.
Master Jiangzi, since you were on such good terms with Daozun Tianqing, why didn’t you leave a single portrait of him in the entire Rakshasa Hell?
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