Part 2
The old man also expressed his dissatisfaction. “Compensate what? Isn’t it just eating one… half a roast rabbit? Back in the day, the medical fees paid by the Lingxi Clan were far more than this. You are not allowed to compensate!”
Wen Huai sighed helplessly. “Master.”
Su Huan popped his head out from the firm chest muscles, finally breathing fresh air. He looked up at the nervous Xiao Jianming, lowered his eyes, and fell silent.
Finally, he sighed and compromised. “Fine, I agree.”
“But only ten.”
The old man immediately expressed dissatisfaction but was suppressed by a look from the smiling Wen Huai, so he agreed sulkily.
After roasting the last rabbit, Su Huan couldn’t help but rotate his sore wrist.
He looked silently at the old man who was eating happily. He really didn’t know how this old man’s stomach could fit so much stuff.
Xiao Jianming looked at the old man with red-rimmed eyes, his two fists clenched tightly on his knees, seemingly still blaming him for stealing his rabbit.
At this moment, a roast chicken was suddenly handed to him from the side.
Su Huan handed him the honey-glazed roast chicken and comforted him, “Alright, this roast chicken is for you alone to eat, so don’t be angry anymore.”
He had specifically asked Wen Huai to secretly hunt a pheasant; this should coax him effectively.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Jianming was not coaxed. Instead, his eyes turned redder. He didn’t take the roast chicken but wrapped both hands around Su Huan’s wrist. His voice was choked with silly emotion. “Buhuan gege…”
Su Huan was stunned.
As if he had been holding it back for too long, Xiao Jianming suddenly burst into tears, constantly blowing air onto his hand, trying to relieve the soreness in his wrist.
Sitting to the side, Wen Huai couldn’t help but laugh. “It seems that even though this Fellow Daoist has lost his memory and become foolish, he is very protective of Fellow Daoist Su.”
Su Huan couldn’t help pursing his lips, feeling an inexplicable panic in his heart.
The old man, who had just finished the last rabbit leg, rolled his eyes between the two of them. He immediately pounced toward the uneaten roast chicken. “Since neither of you is eating it, give it to me, hahaha… Ah!”
Xiao Jianming threw a punch, fiercely guarding the roast chicken, and shouted angrily, “Bad!”
Su Huan burst out laughing, causing Xiao Jianming to stare at him intently. Lifting the Haoxue sword which skewered the chicken, he giggled along with him, calling sweetly, “Buhuan gege!”
Su Huan turned his head, smiling. “Fool.”
Wen Huai also covered his smile with his fist. “The affection between you two is truly good.”
The old man covered his bruised left eye and complained, “You don’t even care about me. Are you still my disciple?”
Wen Huai was helpless. “If you hadn’t gone to snatch Fellow Daoist Xiao’s roast chicken, you wouldn’t have suffered this calamity.”
Although he said that, he still carefully applied medicine to the old man.
The old man pouted arrogantly. “Hmph, that’s more like it.”
Su Huan looked at him. “Can you treat his illness now?”
The old man scoffed. “What’s the rush? You need to find a medicinal ingredient first.”
Su Huan: “What ingredient?”
The old man stretched out his index finger, pointed at him, and said mysteriously, “Benevolent Tears.”
“Benevolent Tears?”
Su Huan looked puzzled. “I have never heard of this ingredient.”
The old man harrumphed and stopped talking again.
Wen Huai, ignoring the old man’s dissatisfied look, explained helplessly, “The so-called Benevolent Tears are actually tears shed from true emotion by someone with a benevolent heart. The saying that all things can be medicine refers to this.”
Seeing this, Su Huan breathed a sigh of relief. So they wanted his tears.
The old man glared at his disciple and hummed reluctantly, “Ordinary Benevolent Tears cannot save him. Since he chose you as his Dao Companion, we must use your tears for the medicine. However, ordinary tears cannot help him recover; they must be tears shed sincerely for him to be effective.”
Su Huan was confused by this speech. What counted as sincere?
He tried hard to squeeze out some tears. The old man took a sniff and shook his head. “No good.”
He tried crying a few more times using different methods, but none could be used as medicine.
The old man gradually lost patience and couldn’t help scolding him, “Isn’t he your Dao Companion? Why do you have no sincerity toward him at all!”
Su Huan pursed his lips and remained silent.
How could he possibly fall in love with the Black Lotus?
Even the Dao Companion Contract was bound accidentally while he was unconscious.
Who knew that upon hearing this, the master and disciple looked at him with strange expressions.
Wen Huai said, “Does Fellow Daoist Su not know? Unless two people’s hearts are connected, it is impossible to successfully establish a Dao Companion Contract.”
…What?
Su Huan was completely stunned.
Wen Huai looked at him with a gentle gaze. “It seems Fellow Daoist Su has not yet seen his own heart clearly.”
How was this possible?
Su Huan was speechless, unable to believe it.
How could he have feelings for the Black Lotus?
The old man flung his sleeve. “I’m not saving him, I’m not saving him! I want to go home!”
Wen Huai smiled awkwardly. “Master…”
But he was stopped by his Master. The old man sneered, “You don’t even know you love him, how could you possibly shed the right tears? Without this ingredient, I cannot save him.”
“I will tell you the prescription. When you obtain this ingredient, then save him.”
After saying that, he prepared to leave.
Su Huan opened his mouth, hesitating to speak.
Wen Huai followed behind his Master worriedly. He glanced back at Su Huan and couldn’t help sighing before leaving.
Su Huan held the prescription, looking at Xiao Jianming, his mind a mess.
Suddenly, a long, shrill bird cry came from not far away. Patches of the dense forest collapsed with a loud crash, and dust rose in all directions.
It was exactly the direction the old man had gone!
Su Huan realized something was wrong and hurriedly took Xiao Jianming to rush to the scene, only to see a mess on the ground and traces of blood.
His heart sank with a thud.
Yaowang Valley was highly respected across the Seven Continents and Four Seas; who would dare to attack the old man and his disciple?
Xiao Jianming hugged him tightly, alert. “Buhuan gege…”
Su Huan’s divine sense swept the surroundings and found a small blue-green feather on the ground.
A figure immediately popped into his mind, but he was reluctant to believe it.
If that person really existed, he should be far away in Cang Xuan right now and wouldn’t appear in Hua Yao Zhou.
However…
Su Huan carefully rubbed the fine feather between his fingertips. He could use a tracking spell to see if it was true.
Su Huan had Xiao Jianming hold the feather and taught him to chant the incantation.
The black eyes revealed a trace of ignorance; he didn’t understand.
After teaching him repeatedly for over a dozen times, Xiao Jianming still couldn’t do it. Su Huan couldn’t help taking a deep breath.
“Buhuan gege…”
As if he could read his emotions, the pitch-black eyes peeked at him cautiously.
Su Huan held his forehead helplessly.
Fine, he still had one move.
A move he absolutely didn’t want to touch unless it was a last resort.
Having made the decision, he beckoned to Xiao Jianming. “Come a bit closer.”
The black eyes blinked but didn’t move.
Su Huan walked over, pressed down Xiao Jianming’s stiff neck, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against his.
In an instant, the spiritual power of the two merged and wandered between their lips and teeth, constantly filling his dried-up meridians.
Those pitch-black eyes widened suddenly.
Maintaining this posture, Su Huan slowly brought his fingers together. His lips separated slightly, and the fool, caught off guard by the taste of sweetness, subconsciously chased after them, blocking them again and licking meticulously.
Su Huan’s eyelashes trembled slightly. He tried to separate but couldn’t. Helplessly, he changed the incantation to a formation, using his finger as a brush to draw the formation lines over the feather.
The dark blue spiritual power, flashing with golden light, poured continuously into Xiao Jianming’s dantian, entered the nascent soul that began to operate on its own… and then flowed to his fingertips, drawing the formation bit by bit.
The surrounding air surged, slowly revealing three phantoms.
Two of them were clearly the old man and Wen Huai. The other person had his back to Su Huan, his face unclear. He twirled a long jade flute in his hand and leisurely warned the two: “You are the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley? There are demons ahead; it is best not to take this road.”
“Of course, it would be best if you came with me.”
Wen Huai blocked the old man. “This Fellow Daoist…”
“Shh, I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense.” Before his voice fell, the person opposite attacked the two first. “I’ll just knock you out and take you away.”
The old man summoned a defensive array, but a peacock phantom called out by that person let out a long cry, shattering the array along with the surrounding trees.
Wen Huai was also no match and was knocked unconscious by the long jade flute.
The two were captured just like that.
When that person turned around, he looked exactly like the figure in Su Huan’s mind—
Hua Wuyou.
Translator’s Note: The author made a small change, changing Hua Yao Zhou (华摇洲) to Hua Yao Zhou (华瑶洲). It shouldn’t affect much.
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