Chapter 16: Mo Yang, In the Next Life, Don’t Reincarnate…
The Spring Banquet, Yun Wuxiang automatically translated it as a blind date convention.
With an invisibility talisman on him, Yun Wuxiang kneaded the small black cat that had given up resistance in his hand, watching a maid put a small packet of medicinal powder into a wine pot, shake it evenly, and then leave with the tray.
That wine wasn’t for Prince Li. Because of the intermittent madness caused by the poison, Prince Li’s reputation in the capital wasn’t very good. Rumors outside claimed he was cruel, bloodthirsty, and killed people like flies; no noble lady wanted to marry him.
Shen Lanqing could be considered making his first appearance in the capital’s circle of power and nobility, so naturally, no one plotted against him beforehand.
But this was a plot point in a melodramatic angsty novel. That cup of wine, no matter who it was intended for initially, would end up in the protagonist’s stomach.
If during their last meeting, when Dual Cultivation was mentioned, Shen Lanqing had shown even a shred of resistance, Yun Wuxiang would have helped his disciple fudge over this plot point.
But now, heh, let him be. He would only ensure this unlucky disciple wouldn’t casually perish.
Recalling Shen Lanqing’s expression of shyness containing hidden anticipation, the force of Yun Wuxiang’s hand petting the cat unconsciously increased.
“Meow meow meow!” The black cat rolled to resist, only to be ruthlessly suppressed again.
Yun Wuxiang followed that cup of wine to the banquet, sat down in a corner, and waited for the protagonists to arrive.
People came and went at the Spring Banquet, yet no one noticed the extra, incongruous figure here.
The noisy but not rowdy crowd suddenly quieted down.
Princess Huiqing’s voice was particularly clear in this silence: “Fifth Brother is here, come sit.”
“Truly rare that you’re willing to come to my Spring Banquet. Do you finally have plans to start a family?”
Princess Huiqing thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she saw Prince Li arrive, but upon closer inspection, it really was him.
Prince Li wore a dark red robe. His already sharp features carried an even more aggressive oppressiveness. Being handsome was a given—the Protagonist Gong’s looks naturally wouldn’t be poor—but his aura was terrifying, intended to keep others from daring to approach, so he could maintain his virginity while waiting to meet the other protagonist.
“No.” After speaking, Prince Li swept a glance at Shen Lanqing beside him out of the corner of his eye. Seeing no reaction from him, the aura on his body became even colder, freezing the other young lords and ladies into retreating a safe distance.
“Then what are you doing here? Look, as soon as you came, other guests don’t dare to come near me.”
Seeing this, Princess Huiqing was almost amused to the point of anger. Half-jokingly complaining, the topic naturally shifted to urging marriage.
“You aren’t young anymore, and you don’t even have someone by your side who cares for you. How do you look like a Prince? Other Princes at your age already have a house full of children and grandchildren.”
Prince Li: “Prince Xuan hasn’t married either.”
Great Yu currently only had the two of them as adult Princes.
Princess Huiqing was stumped for a moment, then said grumpily, “Isn’t it because you said your Princess Consort must be better looking than you, otherwise they aren’t worthy of approaching you? Prince Xuan has loved comparing himself to you since childhood, insisting on waiting until you marry so he can find someone even more beautiful.”
The more she spoke, the more she felt her two younger brothers weren’t quite right in the head. Princess Huiqing took the round fan in her hand and pressed it to her forehead. “Sigh, this Palace is truly worried about the Imperial Family’s next generation.”
[Actually, she doesn’t need to worry about that. The little Emperor who ascends the throne in the end fathered fifty-six children in his life.]
3339 couldn’t help but roast: [He completed the entire Imperial Family’s reproduction plan by himself. His potency is comparable to a stallion novel protagonist.]
[Indeed quite fertile,] Yun Wuxiang replied, then said: [You’re willing to talk now?]
Ever since knowing that the Host had been living with his own Heart Demon after binding, the System had started playing dead in silence. After muting itself for so long, it finally bubbled up today.
[Cough, System Rule #89: When there are outsiders around the Host, the System should minimize conversation with the Host to avoid affecting the Host’s attention, causing zoning out during interaction and arousing suspicion from others.]
Yun Wuxiang: [Mhm, so that’s why.]
[Yes, that’s why,] 3339 said categorically.
It definitely wasn’t because it was in a trance over the fact that the Host was a Heart Demon, and then scared into not daring to show its head by Song Yilou releasing bugs all day, absolutely not!
[Um… Host, do you still want to return to the modern era?]
[Otherwise, why would I do missions? Because I’m bored?] Yun Wuxiang asked back.
[Then, we continue our friendly cooperation?]
[Mhm.]
[Yay!] Receiving an affirmative answer, 3339 regained its vitality, and its words gradually increased.
[Speaking of which, Host, when did you meet Shen Lanqing? Last time during the temporary mission, he called you Guanzhu as soon as you met.]
[I don’t remember. You should ask him. During the initial period when I entered the Heart Demon Tribulation, my mind wasn’t very clear. I went to many places. Later, discovering the existence of the Heart Demon, I went to the island for seclusion.]
[Maybe like Prince Xuan, he saw a portrait someone secretly kept. System, remember to remind me to destroy the portrait when I have time.]
Yun Wuxiang recalled again the matter of the Emperor seemingly keeping his portrait to curse him.
[Okay, Host. Are you sure you didn’t encounter any plot characters during that time?]
3339 recalled how the plot nearly failed to start before. Maybe it was because his Host had changed some prerequisites.
[Not sure. Of the people I met, few could survive till now.]
[Host, my condolences.] 3339 secretly annoyed itself for saying the wrong thing?
[Condolences? I have no condolences for those who died by my hand.]
The gentle breeze blew, several strands of hair brushing past Yun Wuxiang’s eyebrows, which were like distant verdant mountains.
He was like that vast mountain forest shrouded in boundless fog—quiet, deep, and distant, yet untouchable. And within the soil of the mountain forest beneath the fog, countless corpses and bones were buried.
3339’s little heart trembled violently again.
Whose Host’s Heart Demon is the pitiful little thing, while the main body is a big killer?
This conversation couldn’t go on. Immediately, seeing a situation over at the protagonist’s side, 3339 took the opportunity to change the subject: [Host, someone is approaching the protagonists! Quick, check if it’s a stowaway.]
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Princess Huiqing, Prince Li took Shen Lanqing and Mo Yang to the side.
At this moment, a person dressed as a maid walked toward the three, curtsied to Prince Li, said something, and then took Mo Yang away.
A question mark popped up in 3339’s mind: [Why take that simpleton away? Is it a tactic to lure the tiger from the mountain?]
[We’ll know when we look.] Yun Wuxiang pulled out a talisman paper and pasted it on Mo Yang from a distance.
After a burst of footsteps, Mo Yang’s somewhat excited and joyful voice came through the talisman: “Zhao Sihai, Bai Lingdang, why did you two come down too?”
“Yeah, Mo Yang, didn’t expect you came down too. Where’s your Passage Token? Why isn’t it hanging on you?” A male voice came, the tone gentle with familiarity.
Mo Yang repeated the story of his accidental fall into the Mortal Realm while chasing a demon to the two.
“Then you are really unlucky enough.” Another female voice spoke, her tone somewhat odd.
Mo Yang agreed wholeheartedly. “Right. When are you returning to the Immortal Realm? Remember to help me tell my Master to send someone to pick me up, so I…” don’t have to trouble Senior Guanzhu.
The remaining half of the sentence came to an abrupt halt with the dull thud of a weapon piercing flesh.
“Sigh, Mo Yang, if only you hadn’t appeared beside the Son of Destiny, I could have spared your life.” Zhao Sihai sighed looking at Mo Yang, whose chest was pierced by Bai Lingdang.
Bai Lingdang sneered, withdrawing the sword in her hand. “Hypocrite. You’re going for the kill, so why pretend to be a good person? You do the finishing blow; I can’t do the dirty work alone.”
Mo Yang clutched the blood hole in his chest, looking at the two in disbelief. Blood spurted uncontrollably from his mouth, his eyes filling with bloodshot veins.
Even at this moment, he was still full of confusion: “Why?”
Zhao Sihai walked up to him and squatted down. “Because your nature is too straightforward, so upright that we acknowledged we couldn’t win you over. To not affect the upcoming matters, we can only ask you to leave the game first.”
“Mo Yang, in the next life, don’t reincarnate into the Immortal Realm again. You don’t fit there.” As Zhao Sihai spoke, a blade edge popped out from the end of the folding fan in his hand, pointing at Mo Yang’s abdomen.
Mo Yang’s confused eyes burst with intense killing intent at this moment. The sword behind him unsheathed automatically, slashing at Zhao Sihai.
Where Zhao Sihai pointed was his Dantian, the most important place for a cultivator. With a stabbed heart, he might still live, but once the Dantian was destroyed, he would completely become a mortal, and heavy injuries would become fatal.
Regardless of why these two wanted to kill him, he couldn’t sit and wait for death.
Zhao Sihai dodged this attack with lightning speed. A hole was sliced in the clothes on his chest. His first reaction wasn’t to look at Mo Yang, nor at the hole on himself, but to look up at the sky first, then held the fan blade to clash with Mo Yang’s flying sword.
Bai Lingdang took the opportunity to ambush, the sword in her hand stabbing toward Mo Yang’s vital point.
Yun Wuxiang estimated the battle situation on Mo Yang’s side, then glanced at Shen Lanqing and Prince Li currently sitting together chatting.
He’s going to save someone. In this short time, these two shouldn’t have any mishaps, right?
Mo Yang’s life couldn’t wait. A heavily injured person fighting two against one there—no matter how exquisite his swordsmanship, he couldn’t withstand the attrition.
Bai Lingdang soon found an opportunity to stab at his Dantian. The sword pierced through the clothes but didn’t feel like it stabbed into the opponent. Instead, it felt like hitting a very hard wall.
On Mo Yang’s abdomen, a talisman flickered with a faint light.
“Sleep.”
A calm single word fell into the ears of Mo Yang, who was preparing to fight for his life. The two people fighting him suddenly closed their eyes and fell straight onto the ground.
Mo Yang turned his head. A figure that made him feel extremely reassured at this moment appeared in his vision, and his eyes reddened. “Senior Guanzhu…”
Yun Wuxiang’s gaze swept over the blood hole in Mo Yang’s chest. Raising his hand, he cast a Rejuvenation Spell plus a Cleansing Spell. After brushing those, he threw over a medicine bottle. “Blood replenishing.”
Mo Yang took the medicine bottle, tilted his head, and swallowed half the bottle. “Many thanks to Senior for saving me!”
The action was crisp and neat, full of trust, only a bit too crisp, leaving Yun Wuxiang looking like he wanted to say something but stopped.
Two seconds later, two streams of blood flowed from Mo Yang’s nose. He raised his hand blankly to wipe under his nose, touching a hand full of blood. “Guanzhu, what is happening to me?”
Yun Wuxiang: “Two pills at a time is enough for that medicine.” Who takes medicine without asking for the dosage first? Even when his disciple was three, he wouldn’t do something like swallowing half a bottle at once.
Mo Yang’s nosebleed flowed more and more. “Then what should I do?”
Yun Wuxiang looked away at the two people on the ground. “Just wait for the medicinal effect to pass.”
Probably. No one has swallowed it like you before. Cultivators have good constitutions; bleeding a bit more won’t kill him.
Suddenly, Yun Wuxiang felt a strange fluctuation. He looked up, only to see a closed barrier extending rapidly upward around them, finally closing in the sky, like a giant hemispherical lid clamping down over their heads.
“It’s a barrier!” Mo Yang said, covering his nose.
[This barrier can shield from the Heavenly Dao! Host, be careful! I might disconnect. This kind of barrier definitely has an Innate Divine Object as the array eye. Destroying the array eye can break the barrier. The array eye might be an inanimate object, or it might be…]
3339 outputted information at a flying speed before the barrier completely closed, finally managing to say the method to break the barrier before disconnecting. The moment the barrier closed, Mo Yang and the two people on the ground disappeared simultaneously.
Yun Wuxiang returned to the banquet. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t see a single soul. Inside the barrier was a deathly silence, as if only he existed.
No, there was one other person. Yun Wuxiang pulled the black cat out of his sleeve, holding it by the neck. “Song Yilou, does this barrier have anything to do with you?”
The black cat raised its two front paws. “Why does the Guanzhu ask that? Isn’t this obviously a spell of the Immortal Realm people? What does it have to do with me?”
Yun Wuxiang: “Didn’t you dig out the existence of the Passage Token from those immortals’ mouths? What’s so strange about knowing a barrier?”
The black cat’s pupils dilated, a look of how can you slander a small animal on its face. “Doesn’t the Guanzhu feel your reason is very far-fetched? Even if I knew about this thing, how would I make it? I’m just a Gu; I don’t know magic spells.”
Yes, there was no Zhenqi in Song Yilou’s body. Yun Wuxiang knew he couldn’t use spells, not to mention this barrier had an Innate Divine Object as the array eye. The person constructing the barrier most likely wasn’t him, but…
“I feel there is something wrong with you.”
For no reason, Yun Wuxiang just felt that the cat in his hand was full of the scent of conspiracy.
The black cat wagged its tail, looking like it couldn’t explain clearly and just gave up, drawing out its voice lazily: “Guanzhu, you are so unreasonable.”
The sound of gongs, drums, and suonas suddenly rang out, approaching from afar. Yun Wuxiang sensed the talisman he left on Shen Lanqing was also approaching.
Climbing onto a high roof and looking in the direction where the suona sounded, Yun Wuxiang saw half of the guests from the banquet.
All the male guests were dressed in red, riding on tall horses, staring woodenly ahead.
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