Chapter 10: Guanzhu, Your Eyes Have Turned Red…
“Ouch~ that really hurts.”
After Yun Wuxiang stepped on him, Song Yilou let out a cry of pain that was exceedingly cooperative, yet sounded fake no matter how one listened to it.
Immediately after, he began pitching the benefits of becoming a Gu to Yun Wuxiang. “Guanzhu, being a Gu is wonderful. You wonât get hungry, you wonât die, and you wonât age. Hmm?”
“Actually, the Guanzhu seems capable of doing all that already. It seems a bit difficult to tempt you. What a pity.” His tone sounded genuinely regretful.
While Song Yilou was speaking, Yun Wuxiang retrieved a blank talisman paper from his sleeve. Condensing his Zhenqi into ink at his fingertips, he drew a talisman on the spot and slapped it backhand onto Song Yilouâs mouth.
Song Yilou: “Mmph, mmph.”
The world instantly returned to peace and tranquility.
Yun Wuxiang glanced at the human figure on the ground covered by the paper. He clenched his hand, causing the talisman to contract and wrap Song Yilou up like a caterpillar. Levitating the bundle, he dragged it behind him, transporting it from the seaside back to the Daoist temple.
He slapped a Immobilization Talisman and a Sleeping Talisman onto the forehead, then tossed the bundle into a cabinet. Since Gu humans didn’t need to eat, he could just take his time sleeping in there.
After stuffing the person inside, Yun Wuxiang looked at the “mummy” before him and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Did Song Yilou run all the way back here just to stab himself a few times in front of him to disgust him?
What was the point of doing that?
Yun Wuxiangâs gaze suddenly sharpened. He sensed that the Green Dragon Jade Bangle had shattered.
Lanqing!
[Host, the World Consciousness has awakened.]
[Major plot deviation detected. Temporary mission initiated: Please proceed to the designated location immediately to rescue the two protagonists.]
[The barrier has been temporarily lifted. Host has been granted temporary permission to enter the Mortal Realm.]
[Map guidance function activated. Please follow the icon to proceed to the target location.]
Yun Wuxiang flashed out of the temple. Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the person in the cabinet from the corner of his eye. An instinct told him that he couldn’t leave this person here alone.
Driven by that intuition, Yun Wuxiang extended his hand, shrank the person down to the size of a palm, and tucked him into his sleeve.
He didn’t need to look at the System’s map; he could sense the location where the Green Dragon Jade Bangle had broken.
As he approached the target, a raging fire was the first thing to catch his eye. A light drizzle was falling from the skyâperhaps a retention measure by the World Consciousnessâbut the rain failed to immediately extinguish the mountain fire. Instead, it caused water to accumulate in the lower-lying areas.
Yun Wuxiang moved with great speed. The range on the System map gradually shrank until he saw a group of people standing in an encirclement at the spot overlapping with the red target dot.
One of them pointed a blade at the two people trapped in the center, his tone arrogant: “Today, even if the Emperor of Heaven himself came, he couldn’t save you.”
In the next second, he flew backward three meters. Before his companions had time to be shocked, they instantly followed in his footsteps, screaming in unison as they were flung onto the ground, unconscious.
Only one person barely managed to dodge the force, sidestepping just in time to avoid falling.
Liu Huansi steadied himself and looked up, but his body suddenly froze on the spot, unable to move.
Under the vast rain, a figure clad in feather-like robes arrived from the sky, unstained by the dust of the mortal world. Indifferent eyes fell upon him, and an invisible pressure descended like a mountain, causing the Gu worms on his body to become extremely restless, constantly emitting danger signals.
Another Gu human.
Yun Wuxiangâs peripheral gaze swept over Liu Huansi. His sleeve trembled slightly, and an invisible shockwave shot straight toward Liu Huansi.
Soon, there was one more body lying on the ground.
Yun Wuxiang walked past the people lying in disarray on the ground and approached the two trapped figures. He looked down at the disheveled Shen Lanqing, flipped his hand, and transformed a talisman into a giant umbrella that hovered overhead, shielding them from the wind and rain.
Shen Lanqing was supporting a person on his shoulder. Upon seeing Yun Wuxiang, a look of relief flashed through his eyes. His entire defensive posture relaxed as he cried out anxiously, “Shi… Guanzhu! Please save him.”
As Yun Wuxiang drew closer, the hideous wounds on the man’s body became fully visible. Yun Wuxiangâs face instantly turned pale.
In the next second, the flesh-mangled wounds turned into blurry cartoon stickers.
[Teenager Health Mode has been activated for the Host.]
Forcing himself to hold on, Yun Wuxiang cast a Rejuvenation Spell on the two of them and handed over a bottle of wound medicine. The moment he felt someone take the bottle, Yun Wuxiang immediately fled.
Shen Lanqing looked at the medicine in his hand. His open mouth slowly closed, swallowing back the words he had intended to say.
The person on his shoulder moved, waking from his coma, and murmured, “Just now… who was that?”
Shen Lanqing: “Our savior.”
He bit open the stopper of the medicine bottle and looked at the pills inside. Good, good, it was medicine he had taken before; he knew the dosage.
Shen Lanqing placed Prince Li on the ground, poured out a few pills, and stuffed them into his mouth. “Take the medicine first.”
Prince Li swallowed the pills and gave two dry coughs.
Shen Lanqing patted his back a couple of times, a trace of worry flashing across his brow. His Master’s complexion had seemed very poor just nowâdid something happen?
[Host, are you okay? Host?!] 3339 called out anxiously. It had activated the mosaic stickers as fast as it could, but it was still a step too late.
Yun Wuxiang walked through the mountain forest, his eyes unfocused. Everything before him seemed covered by a layer of red gauze.
He heard the System’s voice, but he had no energy to respond. Everything around him seemed to be drifting away, a boundless blood-red color wrapping around the entire world.
Yun Wuxiang stumbled, his hand instinctively grabbing a nearby tree for support. His hanging hair obscured his eyes, hiding his expression.
His wide sleeves shook twice, and a small mummy wrapped entirely in talisman paper slid out of the robe. Dense clusters of insects and ants gathered, approaching the little figure and picking apart the paper on his body bit by bit.
After the talismans were removed, a small-sized Song Yilou stood up. He patted the dust off his body, hopped over to Yun Wuxiang with small steps, and upon seeing the man’s tightly furrowed brows and pale face, tugged at the corner of his robe and called out, “Guanzhu?”
Seeing no reaction, a series of crisp cracking sounds erupted from the small figure. His body instantly elongated, and a tall, slender man appeared behind Yun Wuxiang. He leaned close to his ear and called again, “Whatâs wrong with the Guanzhu?”
Song Yilou reached out his hand. The moment he touched the man’s shoulder, an intense sense of crisis descended upon his heart, and he instantly bent backward to dodge.
Sharp, malevolent energy swept past like a flying knife.
Yun Wuxiang lifted his head, revealing a pair of crimson eyes piled high with incredibly pure killing intent.
Song Yilouâs gaze was immediately drawn to those eyes. “Guanzhu, your eyes have turned red.”
The inorganic red pupils moved slightly, as if just waking up. The pupils found their focus, centering their vision on Song Yilou on the ground.
Another attack struck, forcing Song Yilou to pull back and dodge.
Yun Wuxiang held a talisman between two fingers. With a flick of his arm, the talisman transformed into a long sword. He twirled it with his fingers, producing a sword flourish, before the hilt settled firmly into his palm.
The tip of the sword thrust straight toward the poisonous scorpion tattoo on Song Yilouâs neck. This attack was not like the previous suppression or sealing techniques; it was a definitive killing move.
The crimson depths of his eyes were filled with icy murderous intent.
The blade in Yun Wuxiangâs hand pierced through the scorpion tattoo on Song Yilouâs neck and stabbed into the tree trunk behind him.
Song Yilou: “Wow, I’ve been stabbed through. The Guanzhu is killing people.”
Hearing his nonchalant voice, Yun Wuxiang looked at the pierced tattoo and frowned. “It’s not here.”
“That’s right. I know very well that I probably can’t beat the Guanzhu right now, so how could I bring my death acupoint along to meet you?” Song Yilou nodded, speaking as if it were a matter of course.
Yun Wuxiangâs crimson eyes swept over his face. He didn’t pull the sword out; instead, he raised his other hand, cut a small slit on his finger against the blade, and used the blood as ink to draw a talisman on Song Yilou’s forehead.
Just as Song Yilou made a move to dodge, Yun Wuxiang shoved the sword forward violently. The hilt pressed against Song Yilouâs body, pinning him firmly to the tree trunk.
The force was so great that the large tree behind Song Yilou trembled twice. Several falling leaves drifted down from above, landing amidst their ink-black hair.
Once the talisman was drawn, an invisible thread wrapped around the two of them. Only after sensing that connection did Yun Wuxiang withdraw his hand and pull out the talisman sword.
The stab wound on Song Yilouâs body healed rapidly. He raised a hand to touch his forehead. “Is the Guanzhu placing a Pet Contract on me?”
Yun Wuxiang looked at him with blood-red eyes, looking as if he wanted to tear the man into eight pieces. “Or if you prefer a Slave Contract, I can fulfill that wish.”
Song Yilou waved his hand with a smile. “If you put that thing on me, Iâll self-destruct immediately.”
Then, with eyes full of smiles, he spoke softly and slowly: “A Gu human’s self-destruction is meant to ensure mutual destruction. Guanzhu, guess how many types of lethal poisons are in this body of mine?”
Yun Wuxiang swept a glance over Song Yilou and said, “Poisonous thing.”
Song Yilou narrowed his eyes in a smile. “Thanks for the compliment. Being called a ‘poisonous thing’ is high praise for a Gu. I like this title very much.”
Yun Wuxiang didn’t engage further. He cast a Cleansing Spell to remove the bloodstains from Song Yilou, then closed his eyes. After a few breaths, when he opened them again, his pupils had returned to a lustrous black.
“I thought the Guanzhu would be weak for a while after seeing blood. I didn’t expect you to turn out like this.”
Song Yilou leaned in, probing, “The way the Guanzhu looked just now resembled Qi Deviation, yet your mind was clear. Why is that?”
Yun Wuxiang didn’t answer him. The System had just sent a reminder that his time for being outside was up.
[Host, when did you start undergoing the Heart Demon Tribulation?] 3339 asked on their way back to the island.
Song Yilou didn’t know Yun Wuxiang’s current condition, but 3339 felt that as a System, it must understand its Host’s physical state.
After Yun Wuxiang showed abnormalities, 3339 had performed a full scan. The conclusion from the backend was that its Host was undergoing a Heart Demon Tribulation.
3339 felt like it had caught a virus right then and there. Whose Host undergoes a Heart Demon Tribulation like this?
Normally, he showed no signs at allâjust a normal person who was a bit withdrawn and had some stress reactions. But after being heavily stimulated, he went straight into ‘Red-Eye Ultimate’ mode.
Yun Wuxiang: [Before you arrived.]
Originally, he was already close to failing.
Even now, he still hadn’t succeeded.
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