Chapter 107: Ran Away Again
In the main bedroom, the Lu family members and the physician had withdrawn, leaving only the Old Master resting in bed and Madam Mei attending by the bedside.
Smoke curled up from a censer, filling the room with a rich rose scent.
The Old Master opened his eyes and exhaled slowly, his face clear and lucid: “What is the situation now?”
Madam Mei was breathing in the rose scent deeply. Hearing this, he stopped, his breathing returning to normal: “Young Master Qi has returned to his courtyard. The one surnamed Rong is wandering outside.”
“Oh?”
“I arranged for two old women to escort him to the long-abandoned guest room in the west. Unexpectedly, he escaped. His Spirit Talismans are quite formidable; the two old women were no match for him,” Madam Mei said. The scene of Rong Xie escaping seemed vivid in his mind.
“Cough cough… That is a good opportunity to strike.”
“Yes, Little Mei knows,” Madam Mei tucked the quilt for the Old Master. “If that surnamed Rong wanders around and encounters the wild boar, getting rammed and unfortunately dying, it can’t be blamed on us. It’s just a pity… that surnamed Rong is very capable. Even the wild boar couldn’t deal with him; he killed it.”
The Old Master suddenly lifted his head: “You mean that Red-Maned Boar?”
“Yes.”
“Sigh,” the Old Master fell back onto the pillow. “That boar was our good helper for disposing of waste. Why did you let it out? If any attendant boys die prematurely in the future, it will be hard to handle!”
“Don’t I know that?” Madam Mei became irritable too. “That surnamed Rong had a wire crossed somewhere and went straight for the boar room. He didn’t hide when he saw the boar; he killed it directly with a Spirit Talisman. The servants nearby couldn’t stop him even if they wanted to.”
“How could they not stop him? You possessed them and told them to stop him—how could they not stop him?” The Old Master slapped the bedboard.
“Do you think I can possess people casually?” Madam Mei’s voice rose, as if he had a bellyful of grievances with nowhere to vent. “How long have I stayed in this remote mountain ditch? Surrounded by ordinary people with no spiritual affinity! Possessing them requires spiritual energy. Where would I get so much spiritual energy to squander? Back at Zhilan Ridge—”
“Then go back! Go back to your Zhilan Ridge! Did I, Lu Zhaozong, beg you to come?” The Old Master shouted. “Look at who took you in when you were destitute. I don’t expect gratitude, but at least don’t bite the hand that feeds you!”
Madam Mei’s chest heaved violently. He stared resentfully at the luxurious fabric in his hand, twisting it with his long fingernails, but didn’t voice any further rebuttal to the Old Master.
Seeing him silent, the Old Master muttered curses for a while, all words of disdain upon careful listening.
Madam Mei couldn’t listen anymore. He stood up, extinguished the rose incense block in the censer, and walked to the outer room.
Fine fragrant powder scattered with the wind. Driven by spiritual energy, it leaped over the courtyard walls and roof tiles, drifting into the distance.
Standing still for a moment, Madam Mei opened his eyes and muttered to himself: “Looking for the Spirit Spring Well? Heh, Brother Rong, you really treat this place like your own home. Since you want to find it so much, this old body will take you there… However, as thanks, this body of yours with spiritual power shall stay for this old body to use!”
Meanwhile, in the sky two hundred and fifty miles away.
A gaudy kite-dragon was flying forward. Though not fast, it was very steady. Looking closely, the back of the kite-dragon was crowded with people. They were wrapped in thick quilts, holding hand warmers, leaning against each other in groups of three or five. Some were dozing, some chatting, some playing mahjong or throwing dice. Everyone seemed accustomed to such long-distance travel.
This kite-dragon was the flying vessel of Captain Zhao of the Treasure Hunting Team. At this moment, he had been flying with the team for two days. In another night, they would reach their destination—Qinghe County.
Although they were ahead of schedule, Zhao Dajiang didn’t look relieved. His brows were locked tight, and his face was grim, as if he had encountered an extremely difficult problem.
“Big Brother Zhao, what do we do now? Do we still land according to the plan?” Ling Long, sitting beside him, asked.
“…” Zhao Dajiang looked back. The sky was gradually darkening, the moon hadn’t risen, and the air was chaotic. “Is he still behind us?”
“Can’t see him anymore,” Ling Long said heavily. “But his cultivation is higher than ours, and his flight speed is faster. Catching up to us would be too easy.”
“…” Zhao Dajiang had a headache.
“But, thinking positively, at least we delayed him. He probably still doesn’t know where we are going…” Ling Long muttered.
“Shh.” Zhao Dajiang hurriedly gestured for her to be quiet, signaling her not to blurt it out.
“Don’t worry, Big Brother Zhao. I absolutely won’t say that our trip is to Penglai Immortal Island.” Ling Long winked at Zhao Dajiang.
Zhao Dajiang: ?
In the next moment, a figure appeared beside Ling Long and Zhao Dajiang. This person stepped on a flying sword, golden light flowing around him. He looked like an ordinary person who hadn’t slept for nights: dark circles were obvious around his eyes, stubble had sprouted on his chin, and his hair was blown into a mess like a chicken coop. He stared at Ling Long with red eyes:
“What did you say? You are going to Penglai? What are you going to Penglai for?”
This person was none other than Shen Bingsi.
For the past period, he had been dutifully executing the Mirror Palace’s missions, checking the locations mentioned by the Sky Mirror one by one.
Unfortunately, that demon was cunning. Shen Bingsi found no trace. Only when the Mirror Palace summoned him back did Shen Bingsi stop the search. The recording officer told Shen Bingsi that the Sky Mirror decided to end this search and let Shen Bingsi go back to rest.
Shen Bingsi had nothing to rest from. He had merely visited a few places to search for the demon and hadn’t even seen the demon’s face. It could be said he hadn’t exerted any effort at all.
After getting the news, he immediately rushed back to Lanyuan , charging into the new house in Zhuli Lane.
There was no one in the new house. The yard was messed up by melting snow, with nowhere to step. The doors and windows weren’t latched tight; a strong wind on some day had blown the window paper broken and the door half open. The room was full of water stains and dust. Shen Bingsi couldn’t even stay there for a moment.
He hesitated for only a split second before darting into Rong Xie’s courtyard next door.
Then, he received bad news.
Rong Xie had gone on a long trip and might not return for ten to fifteen days.
Hearing this news, many terrible images flashed through Shen Bingsi’s mind. He thought of Rong Xie angrily telling him that if he pestered him again, he would move to a place Shen Bingsi couldn’t find. He thought of Rong Xie saying he just wanted to live an ordinary life, that he had finally found a suitable livelihood as a steward at the Lanyuan Villa District and didn’t want to give it up unless Shen Bingsi forced him to…
“Rong Xie ran away again!”
This was the first reaction in Shen Bingsi’s heart.
Rong Xie was best at packing up and running away while he wasn’t looking. By the time he found out, Rong Xie would have packed his belongings, divided the assets clearly, and even found his next place, vanishing swish in front of him without leaving any room for retention.
By the time Shen Bingsi came back to his senses, Wang Mu had been lifted into mid-air by him, holding onto the roof beam with both hands, kicking his legs while shouting at the top of his lungs: “I really don’t know! I’ve said everything I know—”
Shen Bingsi suddenly realized that Wang Mu was still here and appeared ignorant. Rong Xie probably wouldn’t leave Wang Mu, a child, here and run off. He was responsible and wouldn’t do such a thing.
And the furnishings in the flower hall were as exquisite and neat as usual. Several sets of small teacups with different appearances were placed on the rack; some were brought by Rong Xie from Huanxue Villa. If he were leaving, how could he bear not to take these?
In the end, the only thing Rong Xie could bear to leave behind was Shen Bingsi himself.
A wave of sorrow rose in Shen Bingsi’s heart, but it didn’t last long. He felt his emotional control had improved significantly lately; he could handle it without the Heaven-Severing Blade. Perhaps it was because he had hit the wall too many times.
Just then, a turning point appeared: Zhao Dajiang and Ling Long visited.
Shen Bingsi got Wang Mu down from the beam and told him to open the door, forbidding him from revealing Shen Bingsi’s presence. He told him to deal with them honestly while he watched from the side.
It was through this conversation that Shen Bingsi learned Rong Xie had gotten mixed up with the Treasure Hunting Team.
“Has Big Brother Rong set off?”
“He has.”
“When did he leave?”
“Uh… about an hour ago?”
“Then let’s set off too,” Ling Long turned to say to Zhao Dajiang. “Since we are going to the same place, we can’t fall too far behind.”
Zhao Dajiang was about to answer when his expression froze.
A familiar voice came from behind Ling Long, carrying indignation:
“Great, Rong Xie is actually going to the same place as you! What kind of good place is it? Which royal tomb? Or which dragon cave, huh?”
“…”
And so, the Treasure Hunting Team was targeted.
Under Shen Bingsi’s interrogation, Zhao Dajiang and Ling Long kept their mouths shut tight, resolutely refusing to tell him where Rong Xie went. Both knew this investigation was critical. If Shen Bingsi messed it up, all efforts might be wasted, nothing would be found, and those poor attendant boys would have no one to stand up for them.
Fortunately, Shen Bingsi didn’t use extreme measures. He just stuck to them relentlessly, monitoring every conversation. Zhao Dajiang and Ling Long had agreed beforehand to talk only about irrelevant things at such times.
This persisted until the Treasure Hunting Team set off. Shen Bingsi still hadn’t given up, following the kite-dragon on his flying sword the entire way, eavesdropping on every word of the team. Whenever Zhao Dajiang and Ling Long mentioned anything related to the destination, Shen Bingsi would suddenly appear, staring deathly at them like a lingering wraith.
Ling Long was scared at first, but later found Shen Bingsi quite amusing like this, so she started making up nonsense to fool him.
Unexpectedly, Shen Bingsi actually believed it.
“Yes, we are going to Penglai Immortal Island to hunt for treasure. Heard there are treasures left by ancient immortals there,” Ling Long bullshitted. “Big Brother Rong should have arrived by now. Seeing you follow us all the way is quite pitiful; why don’t you go ahead first?”
Zhao Dajiang hadn’t expected Ling Long to be such a good liar, and to lie right to an Adjudicator’s face. He felt guilty and secretly tugged at Ling Long’s sleeve, telling her to stop.
“Is that so?” Shen Bingsi stared at Ling Long, seemingly believing her. Suddenly, he produced a small Eagle-Headed Falcon from his sleeve like a magic trick. The falcon stared with two large yellow eyes, looking at Ling Long in bewilderment. “Just saw it flying below; looked like a struggle, so I brought it up. Do you want to reconsider where exactly Rong Xie went?”
Saying this, Shen Bingsi pinched the small Eagle-Headed Falcon’s round head with one hand.
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