Part 2
Yun Wuxiang stroked Song Yilou’s hair. “Don’t be in a hurry. More than one person has said there is a marriage line between us. It will succeed sooner or later.”
Although he didn’t firmly believe in fate, saying this could soothe the temper of the irritable Gu ghost.
On the back wall of the courtyard, a beast’s paw stepped onto the wall. In the next second, an array manifested at the point of contact, and a chain extended from the array, wrapping the intruder into a cocoon.
Yun Wuxiang lifted a finger, and the chain flew out, dangling a red furry ball before him.
The little creature looked like a dog but wasn’t; it was covered in long, crimson fur and was filthy, as if it had rolled around somewhere. It also carried the scent of blood. Yun Wuxiang frowned imperceptibly and threw several Cleansing Spells on it.
Looking at the broken horn on its head and the missing tooth in its mouth, the little fellow’s species wasn’t hard to determine.
“A Fire Kirin.”
A Fire Kirin that had shrunk to the size of a small dog.
With a flick of the chain, he tossed the struggling Kirin toward Song Yilou.
“It’s for you.”
Song Yilou held the Kirin by its hind leg and spun it around twice. Amidst the Kirin’s roars, he tossed it aside like trash. “I don’t know it. Throw it away.”
“Ow! You! As a fellow妖族, how can you ignore this Kirin! I am a Kirin!” The Kirin was aggrieved and furious! It charged up to bite Song Yilou’s leg.
It missed. Song Yilou flashed from Yun Wuxiang’s left side to his right, sticking his tongue out mockingly at the Kirin. “Who is part of the妖族? I am a Gu.”
A look of confusion appeared in the Kirin’s red glass-like eyes. “Aren’t you a Scorpion Demon?”
The red-furred puppy chased Song Yilou to the right, its nose twitching as it caught his scent. It then stated with certainty, “You are a Scorpion Demon. A dead Scorpion Demon is still a Scorpion Demon.”
妖族…
Yun Wuxiang thought of something and asked, “Song Yilou, did you find your father?”
He remembered Song Yilou had originally wanted to come to the Immortal Realm to find his father.
Although this man had been by his side, his soul fragments had long been scattered across the realms. He had done plenty and likely caused no small amount of trouble—like stealing the Merman pearls because he wanted to see wild sea beasts.
Even if Yun Wuxiang didn’t consider himself a good person and didn’t have much of a conscience—and was extremely biased toward those he accepted as his own—he couldn’t deny that Song Yilou was a plague to others.
Because before he decided to accept Song Yilou, he had thought the same thing.
“My father? There is no such person in the Immortal Realm. He’s probably dead.” Song Yilou’s fragments didn’t communicate with each other; meeting usually resulted in mutual slaughter. The fragment that had first arrived in the Immortal Realm had been swallowed by him long ago, so he naturally had the fragment’s memories.
Among those who had descended to the mortal realm and returned to the Immortal Realm over the last millennium, not a single one matched his father.
Yun Wuxiang: “I know a few methods for finding blood relatives. Do you want to try?”
“I don’t want to. Who cares about him? I’m busy watching over the Guanzhu to grow threads of emotion.” Song Yilou rested his head on Yun Wuxiang’s shoulder and murmured, “My mother didn’t die completely either. Let her handle her own man.”
He hadn’t found his father, but he discovered his dead mother was still alive. No wonder Song Yilou lost interest in finding his father later on.
Yun Wuxiang recalled the Toad Envoy he had seen in the Heart Demon illusion.
She was a woman who perfectly demonstrated the hereditary nature of traits—a true case of “like mother, like son.”
Intelligent, ruthless, with a warped logic and a neurotic pursuit; aside from the inability to split like Song Yilou, her individual madness was not inferior to his at all.
Now, even her resurrection was the same as Song Yilou’s. They really were mother and son.
In that light, Song Yilou’s father must have been quite a character himself.
“Your mother didn’t plant a Love Gu on him back then?” Yun Wuxiang asked.
Song Yilou: “She did. It was just removed later. My mother felt he controlled her too much after the Love Gu; she didn’t have her freedom.”
Two warm little paws pushed against Yun Wuxiang’s leg. “Hey, Scorpion Demon and Chain Demon, when are you going to attack Qiu Ming Mountain?”
“Take me with you! I want to bite those cultivators to death!” The little Kirin started grinding its teeth the moment Qiu Ming Mountain was mentioned.
Chain Demon?
Yun Wuxiang had initially thought the Fire Kirin called Song Yilou a Scorpion Demon because his father was of the妖族. Now it seemed it was more likely that this Kirin’s brain had been damaged by its imprisonment.
The array was triggered again. Yun Wuxiang observed the newcomers through the array—it was a group of cultivators who were both strange and somewhat familiar. He didn’t know a single one of them, but their clothes were very familiar: the signature uniform of Qiu Ming Mountain.
The leader held a silver pair of long shears with an ancient design, looking as if they were made of fused shards. Two blue-purple ribbons of unknown material hung from the end of the shears.
The Tower Spirit’s voice came through the array: [Those shears have a disgusting aura.]
The leader of the Qiu Ming Mountain group pointed the silver shears forward. As they advanced, the arrays shattered one by one.
No, not shattered—every array in their path was being “clipped” open.
The broken array runes could not maintain their balance and naturally collapsed. The damaged runes collided with each other, and starting from the cut, the breakage only grew larger.
A magical artifact specifically designed against arrays—no wonder the Tower Spirit loathed it.
While Yun Wuxiang focused on the enemy’s artifact, Song Yilou kicked away the Fire Kirin that was pawing at his leg. He said with disgust, “What a heavy, fat dog. Stop touching my Daoist companion with your dirty paws.”
“Who are you calling a fat dog! I am a Kirin! A great, pure-blooded Kirin!” The Kirin’s physique was powerful; it flipped over and scrambled back up, roaring at Song Yilou and puffing two tufts of flame from its nose.
“You demons with partners are all stingy. You won’t even let someone touch.”
“Eh?” The Kirin looked at Yun Wuxiang and then at Song Yilou. Its small eyes were filled with massive confusion. “Two… male demons?”
A chain circled the Fire Kirin twice. The Kirin’s eyes involuntarily followed the chain’s movement, its little tail wagging.
The chain seemed annoyed by its pouncing and directly bound it, hoisting it into the air. “Ow! What are you doing? Release this Kirin!”
Yun Wuxiang parted the fur on its hind leg. Beneath the fur, a spiritual mark was faintly visible.
“You have a tracking curse on you.”
The Fire Kirin instantly exploded in rage. “Despicable Qiu Ming Mountain! I’m going to bite them to death!”
Song Yilou egged it on. “You must! Remember to bite them into small pieces.”
The Fire Kirin ran toward the door step by step in a huff. It stopped at the threshold and looked back at the two of them. “You aren’t coming?”
“We have no grudge with Qiu Ming Mountain,” Yun Wuxiang said indifferently.
One of the Kirin’s ears perked up, as if it doubted its hearing. “No grudge? The Scorpion Demon ran to Qiu Ming Mountain to cross his tribulation and nearly scared those cultivators to death. They all unleashed their ultimate moves on him. You call that no grudge?”
Yun Wuxiang turned to look at Song Yilou, only to find an innocent and cheerful smiling face, as if bright petals were floating around his head.
It was the triumphant and happy expression he wore after doing something bad.
“What else did you do?” Just scaring people wasn’t enough to make Song Yilou smile like that.
“I just put a bit of poison in their spiritual spring water, that’s all.” Song Yilou’s smile grew even more brilliant—so much so that even the naturally cold Yun Wuxiang couldn’t help but offer a second of silence for Qiu Ming Mountain.
The Fire Kirin praised, “Well done!”
Yun Wuxiang: “Kirin blood can neutralize all poisons.”
Now that the people of Qiu Ming Mountain were poisoned, they would naturally be even more desperate to capture the Fire Kirin.
“Neutralize all poisons?” Song Yilou looked toward the Fire Kirin.
The Kirin sensitively hid behind a house pillar and roared with feigned bravado, “What bad thing are you planning?!”
Song Yilou gave it a wicked smile, a strange toxic glow seemingly flashing at his fingertips.
At that moment, a ripple in space caused several currents of wind to blow through. The Mizong Positional Shift Array in the courtyard was broken, and a squad of Qiu Ming Mountain cultivators appeared in the yard.
Through the wide-open door frame, the cultivators saw the two men and the Kirin in the room.
“Tiangou!” a cultivator behind the leader shouted excitedly.
When enemies meet, eyes burn with hatred. The little Kirin’s eyes flared with fire as it bared its teeth. “You’re the dog! Your whole family are dogs!”
“Who is your Excellency? Do you not know that this land is the territory of my Qiu Ming Mountain? All spiritual energy here belongs to my sect. If you wish to establish a residence here, you must first rent the land deed from my sect.”
The leader spoke with some measure of politeness, as he realized he couldn’t see through the cultivation levels of the two in the room.
However, the “humble and polite” tone he thought he was using still reeked of arrogance.
He also failed to notice the looks in the eyes of the two in the room—one was as cold as if he were looking at a dead object, and the other was smiling with a surface innocence that hid a cruel interior.
“That妖獸 also belongs to my sect. If your Excellency can return it to Qiu Ming Mountain, our sect can even waive ten percent of the rent…”
As the leader spoke, a sudden, suffocating pain flared in his chest. His throat bulged, and a large mouthful of blood erupted. The silver shears fell from his hand and were swept away by a crimson chain.
“Elder Zhao!” The cultivators behind him were startled. They cried out in terror, “What did you do?!”
A light breeze brushed across their faces.
There was no attack, no scream, and no one else spat blood. Only the blood Elder Zhao had just spat onto his collar had vanished.
“A Cleansing Spell…” a grey-robed cultivator in the Qiu Ming Mountain squad, who was low-profile in every way, murmured. He looked down to check his own robe—it was a bit old and had a few patches, but it was clean.
“It should… be passable, right?”
Mo Yang had only recommended he come here to “lean against a large tree for shade,” but he hadn’t mentioned that this “large tree” was a germaphobe. He had originally planned to use his clothes to play the “poverty” card.
While the guest elder worried about his appearance leaving a bad impression on his potential benefactor, he first heard a dangerous statement from his intended target.
“Song Yilou, do you think they deserve to die?” Yun Wuxiang took the silver shears from the chain, examined them for a moment, and put them into his storage ring.
His gaze swept over the Qiu Ming Mountain leader, who lay paralyzed on the ground spitting another mouthful of blood, a dark glint passing through his eyes.
Song Yilou blinked, tilted his head, and smiled. “The Guanzhu is asking me?”
Yun Wuxiang: “From now on, I will ask you before making every decision.”
“Asking me, huh? Then do what you want to do.” Song Yilou focused on doing as he pleased, and recommended his partner do the same.
Like a wicked demon tempting someone to indulge their desires, he openly encouraged his partner to cast aside restraint and rationality and learn to please himself.
“The Guanzhu wants to kill.”
“So, they deserve to die.”
No other reason was needed.
Translator’s Note:
A few cultivation notes for this chapter:
- Xiu Zhong Qiankun (袖中乾坤): “Universe in a Sleeve,” a classic space-manipulation technique.
- Tiangou (天狗): “Heavenly Dog,” a mythical creature. The Qiu Ming Mountain disciples are mistaking the Kirin for one.
- Mizong (迷蹤): “Lost Trace” or “Illusionary Trace.”
- Jun (鈞): An ancient unit of weight (approx. 30 catties). “Ten thousand jun” implies immense weight/force.
- Tianqing Seal (天青印): “Sky-Blue Seal,” Yun Wuxiang’s internal restraint system.
- Shuji (恕己): Song Yilou’s lineage/branch.
See you in the next chapter for the inevitable bloodbath!
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