Chapter 54: This Won’t Do.
Fan Yue frowned slightly upon hearing this; he certainly hadn’t expected that particular term.
But, it seemed… acceptable.
“Mn,” he responded simply.
Fu Lin’s expression stiffened again, forced to accept the reality that he might be seeing that little demon on the high seat quite often in the future.
He might even have to bow and pay respects.
“…”
The pain intensified. Why would their Zunshang like… like a little rabbit?
“You mentioned ‘sufficient spiritual power’ just now. How much is that?” The red in Fan Yue’s eyes had subsided, but his expression remained somewhat impatient.
Hearing this, Fu Lin switched back to a serious demeanor. He pondered earnestly for a moment before speaking.
“To be precise, there is no definitive conclusion. Infusing spiritual power is indeed a good method to help an Empty Spirit Body adapt, but it could take a very long time. However, Zunshang, your Blood Moon day is approaching fast. It would be better to…”
Fu Lin paused, the rest of his meaning self-evident.
The day of the Blood Moon hadn’t arrived yet; this was just the prelude.
When the latter half truly hit, the demons of Linshan would likely all flee…
Because if they didn’t leave, there might not be any bones left.
Otherwise, why were there no attendants in the main hall on ordinary days?
The answer was obvious.
High risk.
“Are there no other methods?” Fan Yue lowered his brow, seemingly deep in thought.
Fu Lin had intended to say no, but a sudden spark lit up his brain. Without thinking, he blurted out:
“Dual Cultivation! That’s super fast. Spirit and blood combine as one, and there are absolutely zero side effects!”
His voice even rose unconsciously, sounding almost cheerful.
The Spirit Medicine Pavilion instantly fell into a deathly silence…
Not far away, a pill box tumbled over, making a loud clatter.
Fu Lin felt his blood run cold, especially when he realized Zunshang hadn’t made a sound.
It’s over.
Could it be… they hadn’t even done that yet?
Th-th-this…
Fu Lin immediately hung his head extremely low, not daring to move a muscle.
“Benzuo will not be at Linshan in the coming days. Find another method.” His tone held no change, as if the long silence just now was merely an illusion.
Fu Lin was slightly surprised. Zunshang wasn’t going into seclusion at Linshan this time?
Then where was he going?
“If Zunshang is away, he might…” Fu Lin furrowed his brows, finding the situation rather difficult to handle.
After a long while and repeated consideration, he finally spoke:
“Then there is only one method left.”
The Main Hall—
A “tube-like” object lay on the bed, completely motionless.
Bai Xuci was sleeping quite soundly.
In exactly that posture.
A small black mist hovered above the bedding, circling around and diligently transmitting the image.
Like a camera.
“Nng…” An uncomfortable murmur came from the bed, sounding dazed and confused.
The little black mist whooshed behind a nearby pillar to hide.
Bai Xuci was still dreaming, but his brows were knit tight; he felt terribly uncomfortable.
He had rolled around casually on the bed earlier, which led to his current feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath.
He wanted to kick off the quilt, but the “tube” only had a small bulging section.
He couldn’t break free.
Still deep in his dream, Bai Xuci was completely unaware that he had cocooned himself.
He just kept kicking at the quilt.
Due to inertia, the “tube” tilted slightly, forcing Bai Xuci’s body to turn sideways.
His brows remained furrowed, and he looked a bit angry.
Who knows what annoying dream he was having?
Then, with a forceful kick, the tube rolled.
It flipped over completely.
Bai Xuci’s face was instantly buried into the mattress, making breathing difficult.
“Hm?” A muffled sound, mixed with confusion.
When he finally realized he couldn’t flip back over, Bai Xuci instantly panicked.
He began to struggle, rolling outward with all his might.
Clatter!
The quilt suddenly unraveled, and Bai Xuci, the “filling,” fell out smoothly, banging his head right against the bedpost.
His white hair scattered everywhere. He sat on the floor, dazed, his eyes quickly filling with tears.
He clutched his head with both hands.
It hurt like hell…
But no matter how much it hurt, he didn’t make a sound.
He just sat there blankly with his head hanging low, then reached out to grope for the edge of the bed. Being just barely awake, his sense of direction was terrible.
He grabbed at empty air several times.
He wiped away the tiny bit of moisture at the corner of his eye.
Then, slowly, he prepared to climb back up.
“So painful…” Bai Xuci was unhappy. He grabbed the quilt and sat back on the bed.
He could clearly feel a bump slowly rising on his forehead. His red eyes grew even redder.
Last time it was the doorframe; this time it was the pillar.
Sooner or later, he was going to turn into the stupid rabbit from the idiom “waiting by a stump for a rabbit.”
He sniffled and looked around the main hall.
Still quiet.
Just him alone.
Bai Xuci bit his lip, feeling even more aggrieved.
And he still wouldn’t let him go.
Sicko.
He could only lie back down on the bed dejectedly, closing his eyes. He brushed some stray hairs off his forehead.
He touched the swollen spot.
It looked a bit pitiful.
But just then, Bai Xuci suddenly felt a cool, tingling sensation on his forehead.
It lasted for about a few seconds.
Suddenly, Bai Xuci couldn’t feel the pain anymore.
He snapped his eyes open and sat up with a carp-like kip-up.
He touched his forehead.
There was absolutely no trace of swelling left; it felt no different from the skin elsewhere.
Bai Xuci looked around anxiously. Finding nothing, he got out of bed and ran to the main hall area.
He spun in a circle.
“No one…”
Unwilling to give up, he turned and ran toward the main gate.
He even stumbled while going down the steps, looking a bit clumsy.
“Why is he still not here?” Bai Xuci looked at the golden rippling barrier at the entrance, his tone low and dispirited.
He simply hadn’t come back.
Slowly, he squatted down and poked the barrier.
It was soft, wrapping around his finger like water, appearing very gentle.
But Bai Xuci knew this thing couldn’t be opened. When he tried to push with force, the barrier became as hard as a concrete wall.
Impregnable.
Just then, the little black mist flew back leisurely from behind, having already transformed into the shape of a plate.
On it were crunchy dried carrot chips.
Bai Xuci looked up. After realizing whose instructions this was, he felt inexplicably even angrier.
“I’m not eating.” His tone was a bit stubborn.
The little black plate froze instantly. It couldn’t deliver, but it couldn’t not deliver.
“Just giving me dried carrots… nothing else…” Bai Xuci hung his head, his tone sullen.
Unconsciously, a hint of complaint crept into his voice.
“And ignoring me,” he muttered to himself faintly.
About a minute passed. Bai Xuci felt bored, so he stood up.
He planned to go back.
His face felt a bit cold.
In his heart, he began to ramble—
[Then what do you want to eat?] A voice, tinged with slight helplessness, resonated in Bai Xuci’s mind.
The step he was about to take paused instantly.
His eyes lit up.
Right, right! There was the mind voice!
[Zunshang, I want to go out.] Bai Xuci crossed his arms, dutifully stating his request.
Why lock him up here?
There wasn’t even another demon around.
It was too boring.
There was a pause on the other end before the reply came:
[Not for now. Wait a while; it won’t be long.]
Bai Xuci immediately dropped his arms, his expression one of confusion. He retorted:
[Why? You never tell me the reason…]
Fan Yue stood on the Tongtian Terrace of the Qingyun Sect, gazing unhurriedly at the funeral below.
His eyes had long since turned crimson, undisguised.
[It’s not safe. Just wait.] Fan Yue took a moment to comfort the certain someone far away.
There were disciples guarding the Tongtian Terrace, yet they hadn’t noticed the intruder. They were even whispering amongst themselves.
“Did the Sect Leader really pass away naturally…” one whispered to the person beside him, sounding fearful.
“Shut up! Do you want to die?” the other interrupted immediately, his face turning iron-green.
The Sect Leader was a mighty figure in the cultivation world, the one with the most hope of ascending.
How could he suddenly pass away at such a time?
A layer of gloom shrouded the entire Qingyun Sect.
Everyone was suspicious.
“Hmph, why say more about the Sect Leader’s affairs? It’s obvious who benefits in the end,” a disciple in the back said sarcastically, a shrewd light in his eyes.
The other two disciples had ashen faces and remained silent, but their hearts were filled with panic.
If they stayed in the Qingyun Sect, it was hard to say if they’d be killed by that person…
Fan Yue’s attention was disturbed by this noisy chatter, and his brows knitted together.
His eyes became exceptionally bewitching.
Too noisy. He couldn’t hear his voice clearly.
Black mist surged in his palm. Soon, a short gasp and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground came from nearby.
Red liquid spread out, seeping beneath the wooden planks.
Drip, drip.
[Where is it unsafe? I’m clearly very safe…] Bai Xuci had already fished the dried carrots out of the little black plate. He sat on the steps of the main gate, complaining with slight depression.
He casually tossed a dried carrot into the air.
And caught it nimbly with his mouth.
Then, Fan Yue heard the crunch crunch sounds.
It seemed he was eating well.
Fan Yue’s irritable expression softened slightly. Stepping over a disciple’s corpse, he stood by the railing.
He looked down.
White cloth fluttered everywhere. In the enormous Qingyun Sect, only a scattered few were walking about.
It was strange in the extreme.
Did that person really possess such means?
Fan Yue’s expression was cold, his curiosity growing.
However—
[What do you want to eat?] Fan Yue asked again, directly changing the subject.
Bai Xuci had just finished eating and patted the crumbs off his clothes.
[I can eat anything I want?] Bai Xuci propped his chin in his hands, asking doubtfully.
The dried carrots could be delivered because Fan Yue had confiscated his stash, so he could give them back now.
Could Fan Yue really send him other food?
[Yes.] A tone of assurance.
Bai Xuci shot up from the steps, his eyes gleaming.
He could bring anything?!
[Then I want the steamed buns I bought before!] Bai Xuci’s tone was happy and filled with anticipation.
Fan Yue frowned slightly, thinking back to when they had bought those.
At the same time, he waved his hand to clear away the trash following him.
His expression didn’t change in the slightest.
He simply stepped over the corpses, descending the stairs with a leisurely posture.
[Mn. Anything else you want?] He continued to ask via mind voice, gently.
There was no irritation in his eyes; he was even quite patient.
Bai Xuci was instantly placated. He patter-pattered back to the bed.
He took off his shoes, sat cross-legged, wrapped himself in the quilt, and in three moves turned himself into a “sandwich.”
He began to list seriously:
[Then I want lots. I want candied hawthorn, walnut crisps, flaky oil cakes, Xupu twisted dough twists, dry-fried melon seeds…]
Just saying it made Bai Xuci feel incredibly happy.
Eep, he didn’t want to eat carrots anymore.
[Uh, is that too much?] Bai Xuci suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
He poked his fingers out of the quilt and counted, thinking seriously.
[How about just bringing two things? That’s easier to carry.] He suddenly reined it in, becoming a well-behaved rabbit.
The corners of Fan Yue’s lips hooked up slightly, very faintly.
[I’ll bring it all for you.]
[What else?]
Bai Xuci rocked back and forth on the bed wrapped in his quilt, extremely happy.
Ahhh, there’s going to be good food!
His ears popped out with a poof, swaying with his movements, looking rather cute.
What else?
[Then Zunshang, please bring me a hair ribbon.] His tone was obedient.
Fan Yue’s footsteps paused, suddenly recalling some unpleasant memories.
[I’ll try tying it myself later.] Bai Xuci hung his head, tugging at his own hair, feeling it was quite resilient.
It was fun to play with.
[If I really can’t do it, I’ll go find Grandpa Shi.] He muttered this part to himself, but because he wasn’t familiar with how to turn off the mind voice, it was heard completely.
A pause of one or two seconds.
[That won’t do.]
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