Chapter 15: This Is How A Pet Should Look
“Do you want to detoxify the poison in your body?”
This sentence made Prince Li’s voice, which was about to call out to Mo Yang, pause for a moment.
But Mo Yang didn’t need anyone to call him; he followed the scent of evil energy and came over.
“Demonic evil, prepare to die!”
With a loud shout, Prince Li’s room door shattered into seven or eight pieces. Mo Yang burst in with his sword, looking around the room, only to see Prince Li holding a blade and staring at the wide-open window.
Before Prince Li could speak, Mo Yang had already chased out the window.
The sound of the door breaking alerted Shen Lanqing and the people of the Prince’s Manor. By the time Mo Yang returned, Prince Li’s room was already crowded with people.
Seeing Mo Yang return, Shen Lanqing asked, “Has that demonic evil been eliminated?”
Mo Yang: “Lost it in the chase.”
Mo Yang looked at Shen Lanqing and Prince Li. “It seems the person behind those demonic evils is indeed targeting you two.”
Holding the blade in his hand, Prince Li recalled the strike he had missed. “Daoist Mo Yang, can I learn your Daoist arts?”
Too weak. Compared to these demonic evils and Daoist priests, the martial arts of mortals are ultimately too weak.
Mo Yang shook his head. “No, you haven’t entered my sect; I cannot teach you.”
“Besides, learning this depends heavily on natural aptitude… Hmm, you two attract evil so much, could it be that you really have some special constitution?” Mo Yang scrutinized Shen Lanqing and Prince Li.
If they truly had an extremely rare special constitution, perhaps he could report to his sect and bring them back to the Immortal Realm together.
Mo Yang touched the storage bag at his waist. The flat, empty feeling told him there was nothing inside.
“I left in a hurry and didn’t bring a detection stone, so I can’t check for such things. However, Senior Guanzhu must know. Just ask him clearly next time you meet.”
Shen Lanqing smiled, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “I’m probably not. Just unlucky, that’s all.”
Although he and his Master addressed each other as master and disciple, in reality, he only learned some techniques for physical fitness.
When he was young, he also clamored to learn magic spells and draw talismans. His Master taught him hand-in-hand, guiding him to circulate the cultivation method, yet he just couldn’t feel what his Master called Zhenqi.
Prince Li’s hand moved, wanting to rest on his shoulder or hold his hand.
Mo Yang asked at this moment, “By the way, did you see what that demonic evil looked like?”
Prince Li’s eyes flashed.
“No.”
Echoing in his ears was the last sentence the evil creature said before Mo Yang kicked the door in.
“Only I can cure this poison. Don’t tell anyone else I’ve been here. If the Guanzhu finds out, your antidote will be buried with me.”
…
“You let that fool stay in the Prince’s Manor living in luxury, yet you brought me here to sleep in the open and tied my hair so uglily. Guanzhu, are you taking revenge on me?”
After the part of Yun Wuxiang’s divine consciousness that separated to lecture his disciple returned, his consciousness wavered for a moment. Upon regaining focus, he heard Song Yilou’s dissatisfied complaints. He swept a glance at the other’s puffed-up cheeks, poked one with a finger, and said, “Your hands and feet aren’t clean.”
Song Yilou covered his face and looked at him, muttering something.
If one listened closely, they would hear some not-so-cute words: “Wasn’t it just releasing a few Gu in the Prince’s Manor? You killed them all. My poor little darlings.”
Yun Wuxiang withdrew his hand and asked, “Who is the person placing demonic evil fragments in Prince Li’s Manor?”
“Prince Xuan, of course. The old Emperor is dying soon. He was originally the best candidate for the next Emperor, but Prince Li’s madness suddenly showed signs of improvement recently. As the orphan of the former Empress, Prince Li is naturally next in line. Just the word ‘legitimate’ can crush him.”
As Song Yilou spoke, he felt something fall from the top of his head. Looking again, it was a lock of hair. He pinched that lock of hair, ran to Yun Wuxiang, and showed it to him. “Guanzhu, you didn’t tie the hair tight enough. Look, it fell out.”
“Retie it, retie it!”
Yun Wuxiang glanced at him. “Turn around.”
Song Yilou turned his head. While smoothing the hair in his hand, Yun Wuxiang recalled the contents of the original novel. The Emperor had many children, but few lived to adulthood. By the time the plot began, only three sons and two daughters remained.
Among the three princes, the youngest prince had not yet been conferred a title. Prince Li was sick but had the legacy of the former Empress, and his maternal grandfather’s family held military power.
Prince Xuan’s power lay in the court, mostly with civil officials.
In the original novel, Prince Xuan regarded Prince Li as a thorn in his side, fighting with him back and forth, adding n melodramatic plot points to the protagonist’s direct emotional turmoil. In the end, one died and one went mad, allowing the youngest prince to pick up the pieces and become Emperor.
From this information, Prince Xuan had sufficient reason to target Prince Li and put him to death.
After tying the hair, Yun Wuxiang asked, “Where is Prince Xuan?”
“I don’t know. You kill every Gu I release. I haven’t received news from the outside for days, so how would I know where Prince Xuan is?”
Song Yilou touched the ponytail at the back of his head. After touching it, he stared at Yun Wuxiang resentfully. “Guanzhu, when you tie your own hair, it’s clearly nice-looking. Why is it always crooked when it comes to mine?”
Because I got distracted.
Yun Wuxiang: “Because you aren’t honest.”
Song Yilou glared. “Where am I not honest? I’ve been very honest lately; I haven’t even released a single Gu.”
“You just didn’t succeed.” Yun Wuxiang stood up, raised his hand, and patted the top of Song Yilou’s head. Song Yilou’s figure rapidly shrank, turning into a palm-sized little person.
The small-sized Song Yilou sat in Yun Wuxiang’s palm protesting, “Guanzhu, you made me small again!”
Yun Wuxiang looked at the little person and said, “Indeed, not quite suitable.”
A fingertip poked the little person’s forehead. The palm-sized little person fell down with a thud, transforming into a small black cat, with slightly curled fur on its ear tips and the back of its head.
Yun Wuxiang instantly felt the little thing in his hand was much more pleasing to the eye.
“Meow meow meow? Ow ow!”
Not knowing Prince Xuan’s whereabouts wasn’t important; Prince Xuan’s Manor wasn’t hard to find. It wasn’t like he could stay away from his own home forever.
Relying on the descriptions in the original novel, Yun Wuxiang quickly found Prince Xuan’s Manor and stood on the highest roof of the manor under the moonlight.
Scanning the entire manor, he indeed detected a faint residue of evil energy.
“Meow ow, meow woo, meow meow meow~” The small black cat, being held by the scruff of its neck, waved its limbs.
Yun Wuxiang: “Make another sound and I’ll seal your mouth.”
The small black cat stopped meowing. It started hugging Yun Wuxiang’s finger to grind its teeth, and immediately after, a talisman was pasted on its mouth.
From the room below his feet came the sound of porcelain shattering on the ground. A grumpy male voice was full of anger: “Damn it! How can his luck be so good? Just after placing the mirror fragment, a real Daoist priest came to his door.”
Yun Wuxiang caught the words “mirror fragment” and instantly understood in his heart. The main body of the demonic evil he eliminated was likely a bronze mirror.
“I’ve met so many charlatans over the years. Why does he get to meet a real one?!”
“Why is it that he met a Daoist priest, while I met a demonic entity! Even the demonic entity couldn’t beat the Daoist priest on his side! Why am I always inferior to him in everything! Why?!”
Listening to this roar of long-accumulated resentment, Yun Wuxiang suddenly remembered that this Prince Xuan had a hidden setting: eternal second place.
As the contrast group to the Protagonist Gong, Prince Xuan’s own conditions were also quite good; otherwise, how could he fight with the protagonist?
Prince Xuan found Prince Li an eyesore not just because of the fight for the throne, but largely due to the eternal second place’s resentment toward the first place.
Curses came from the room again, but they were all old grudges. Yun Wuxiang listened for a while and didn’t intend to listen further.
With a wave of his sleeve, the closed window suddenly opened. Inside the room, Prince Xuan was startled and directly grabbed a vase by his hand to throw over.
The vase didn’t shatter but hovered in mid-air, then floated back onto the table.
“Sky-blue jade porcelain. It would be a pity to destroy it.”
Prince Xuan turned around abruptly, only to see a figure resembling a banished immortal appearing amidst the mess in the room.
Immortal? Did an immortal come to find him too? He knew he wasn’t inferior to Prince Li!
Prince Xuan’s fullness of joy and excitement all turned into horror upon seeing Yun Wuxiang’s face clearly. He said with a trembling voice, “It’s you!”
Yun Wuxiang pressed the small black cat trying to climb out back into his sleeve, his brow and eyes sweeping over Prince Xuan indifferently. “You recognize me?”
His acquaintances didn’t include someone of Prince Xuan’s age.
Prince Xuan swallowed his saliva, lowered his head, raised his hands in greeting, and said respectfully, “Imperial Father has a portrait of you there. I think you must be an important old acquaintance of Imperial Father.”
The portrait wasn’t the most important thing; what was important were the offerings and furnishings placed before the portrait, which were used to pay respects to the deceased.
Is the one before his eyes human or ghost?
The cool night breeze blew into the room through the window. Prince Xuan only felt cold all over; the room was abnormally chilly.
Yun Wuxiang recalled his relationship with the Emperor and said, “Counting as an old acquaintance, after all, we formed a grudge.”
Speaking of which, he and the current Emperor had only met once. In the early years of the famine, he transmigrated here and survived by luck thanks to the kindness of Shen Lanqing’s father.
In the final year of the famine, he coincidentally learned a set of skills. Later, angered by an edict issued by the Emperor, he sneaked into the palace and beat the man up, threatening him to revoke the edict.
In the end, the edict was revoked, but he didn’t accomplish what he wanted to do. Instead, it made his Heart Demon worse, forcing him to go into seclusion on the island.
However, after beating the Emperor, Yun Wuxiang thought he would be wanted nationwide, but he wasn’t.
Yun Wuxiang didn’t have a fetish for running over to demand the Emperor issue an arrest warrant for him, so he never paid attention to this matter again.
With just this one encounter, what was the Emperor keeping his portrait for? To stick pins in a doll and curse him?
Prince Xuan, who originally wanted to build connections, broke out in cold sweat instantly.
Formed a grudge?
Imperial Father, are you sick? Building a secret room to pay respects to an enemy!
No wonder when he spent time and effort to find someone with similar appearance and temperament to the portrait and brought him before Imperial Father, the old guy’s expression was so ugly.
Yun Wuxiang: “I didn’t come to discuss these things with you. I came for the Mirror Demon.”
Prince Xuan suddenly realized something, lifting his eyes to look at the person before him, a strong emotion suppressed in his eyes. “You are the Daoist priest who killed her.”
Immediately after, Prince Xuan gave Yun Wuxiang a deep bow. “Many thanks to the Daoist priest for saving my life. To tell you the truth, I didn’t want to drive the Mirror Demon to harm Prince Li. Compared to that Mirror Demon, although I am a Prince, I am merely mortal flesh and blood. How could I be her opponent?”
“She said Prince Li had a special aura on him that would help her heal injuries, and made me help place her main body fragment into Prince Li’s Manor. I admit I have grudges against Prince Li, but regarding the Mirror Demon, I was also forced and had no choice!”
Yun Wuxiang once again pressed the dishonest black cat in his sleeve back. “What else did she say? In the capital, are there any other cultivators and demonic entities?”
“I’m not sure about demonic entities, but there are indeed two cultivators. They took the route of my Eldest Imperial Sister, Princess Huiqing’s Manor, preparing to attend the Spring Banquet. I wonder what relation Your Excellency has with them?”
After Prince Xuan finished speaking, there was no reply for a long time. Looking up again, apart from the scattered objects on the floor, there was nothing else in the room.
“Left?”
…
Leaving Prince Xuan’s Manor, Yun Wuxiang toured the Princess’s Manor again but didn’t find the two Daoist priests Prince Xuan mentioned.
The small black cat struggled to climb out of the sleeve, one front paw pointing at its mouth repeatedly, indicating it had something to say.
Yun Wuxiang pulled off the talisman paper and threw the black cat on the ground. The kitten rolled, instantly turning back into human form.
Song Yilou stood up and patted the dust off his body. “Guanzhu, don’t waste your effort. Those immortals who stowed away know how to hide themselves very well.”
“They seem to be hiding from something. They rarely use spells when moving about in the mortal world, acting no different from ordinary people. Majestic immortals coming to the mortal world act cautiously like thieves instead, as if being discovered would have severe consequences.”
After speaking, he added another sentence, “Ah, that fool Mo Yang doesn’t count. I reckon he doesn’t even know about this matter. Living till now can be considered great luck.”
Song Yilou stretched his long arms and extended his body, his gaze landing on Yun Wuxiang. He said, “Guanzhu, they are hiding from you, right?”
“What exactly is your identity in this Mortal Realm?”
Yun Wuxiang calmly straightened his sleeve, which had been messed up by cat claws, and returned three words: “Finished speaking?”
Then he raised his hand toward Song Yilou.
Seeing his hand-raising motion, Song Yilou turned and ran, shouting, “Guanzhu, you can’t do this, I don’t want to… Meow meow meow!”
A small black cat with uncoordinated limbs tumbled on the grass with flailing claws. Slender, jade-carved fingers grabbed the scruff of the black cat’s neck, lifting it up to chest level.
Yun Wuxiang lowered his head slightly to meet the black cat’s gaze, wiggling a finger, and the kitten wiggled along with it.
“Much more pleasing to the eye. This is how a pet should look.”
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