Chapter 27: I Killed a Few Too Many People in My Early Years
Under the indiscriminate attack of the berserk baleful aura.
Princess Shunming let out a heart-wrenching scream: “My ghost domain!”
The ghost domain barrier shattered once again. Bai Lingdang’s body was sliced in half at the waist. Before the barrier completely shattered, Princess Shunming grabbed her severed lower body and fled in a sorry state.
The fox-eyed Song Yilou rushed toward the White Jade Pavilion holding the Passage Token.
The bronze mirror Song Yilou found an opportunity in the gaps of the baleful aura’s attacks to shrink back into the mirror. Looking down at the numerous cuts on his body inflicted by the aura, he curled his lip indifferently: “Guanzhu is so fierce.”
Looking outside the mirror, the crimson baleful fire was like a skirt dancing in a gale, passionate and dangerous.
Song Yilou sat with one leg crossed and the other raised, arm resting on the raised knee, chin propped on his wrist, the blood-red figure reflected in the depths of his eyes: “So beautiful.”
Yun Wuxiang slashed at the Song Yilou who had rushed to the front of the White Jade Pavilion. The sword blade sank into his dantian. Blood gushed from the corner of the fox-eyed one’s mouth. Taking a step forward, his body passed further along the blade to grab the hand Yun Wuxiang used to hold the sword, while the Passage Token in his other hand emitted a white light.
The light swallowed the entire field of vision. The fox-eyed voice rang in his ear: “Guanzhu, how about we visit the Immortal Realm together?”
[Host, let go of him quickly!]
Yun Wuxiang raised his leg and kicked the person off the blade, while simultaneously raising the sword in his hand again. The baleful aura, like soldiers hearing a bugle call, swooped down with killing intent.
When the white light dissipated, only a pool of blood remained in the White Jade Pavilion.
A crisp cracking sound came from a pavilion pillar. Yun Wuxiang’s ears twitched slightly, and he flashed backward. The exquisite, magnificent White Jade Pavilion, resembling a work of art, collapsed with a boom.
A vast and heavy gaze descended from the sky, as if the eyes of everything in heaven and earth were focused on him.
Some colossal entity beyond description was watching him.
When that gaze departed, Yun Wuxiang immediately heard 3339’s dejected voice in his mind: [Host, you destroyed the channel to the Immortal Realm. The World Consciousness is demanding a fine from me.]
The word “fine” was like a basin of ice water in the height of summer, instantly cooling the boiling killing intent in Yun Wuxiang’s heart. His consciousness also snapped back from the oppressive feeling of being watched by the Heavenly Dao.
[Don’t pay, I can fix it!]
How much energy did he have? How could he let a chunk be deducted for something like this!
[Really?! Host, wait!]
While the System went to find the World Consciousness, Yun Wuxiang circled the White Jade Pavilion once, then activated a spell to piece the entire structure back together.
He then pasted a pile of talismans along the cracks to fix it into its original shape.
The White Jade Pavilion, now covered in talismans, took on an eerie, taboo aura, transforming from an ethereal jade tower of the immortals into a ghostly pavilion suspected of sealing evil entities.
[Host, I’m back. Good news! The World Consciousness agreed to let you repair the channel yourself, but there’s a time limit.]
[How long?] Yun Wuxiang looked at the pavilion, estimating his repair time. Shattered like this, between restoration and reshaping, it would take at least a year or so.
[One hundred years.]
Yun Wuxiang instantly stopped worrying; the time was exceptionally ample.
[At first, it was ten years, because we have to leave after the plot finishes. But I thought, with the plot looking like this ghost of a mess right now, the Host is already working hard enough just maintaining it. Where would you find the time to fix this? So I extended the time limit.]
3339 didn’t know its Host’s original mental estimate and had bargained hard during the negotiation.
[Host can come back to repair the Immortal Realm channel after the plot is finished.]
3339 lowered its voice: [Actually, there’s no rush to fix it. The World Consciousness doesn’t want people from the Immortal Realm constantly coming down to disrupt the plot either. One hundred years is a rough deadline. As long as the World Consciousness doesn’t wake up, we can drag it out even longer.]
[If we have surplus energy after completing the mission, we don’t even have to fix it.]
Yun Wuxiang: [Thank you, Sanjiu.]
[No need to thank me, serving the Host is the System’s duty.]
3339 spun around in the sea of consciousness. The Host said thank you to it!
This wasn’t like its previous little sweet naive hosts. He could slash villains and repair dimensional gates; that figure covered in baleful aura hacking at people was simply too cool.
Wait, wait? Covered in baleful aura…
[Host, what is with that baleful aura on you?]
[I killed a few too many people in my early years,] Yun Wuxiang said lightly.
3339 experienced a code-scrambling shock: How many people do you have to kill to have that kind of baleful aura? Host, did you massacre a city?
It didn’t dare to ask further, because its Host still had a Heart Demon Tribulation he hadn’t passed. Who knew if this baleful aura was related to the Heart Demon?
With the fine issue resolved, Yun Wuxiang immediately remembered another matter related to the World Consciousness.
[Did you ask what kind of Child of Destiny the Sect Master Nanlin’s Dao companion was?]
Who knew when the World Consciousness would wake up next; he had to ask the necessary questions quickly.
3339 delayed for two seconds before replying: [A Long Aotian upgrade novel.]
Good, good, managed to ask before the World Consciousness fell asleep.
[Is Long Aotian the name of that Child of Destiny?]
Yun Wuxiang, who currently only had knowledge of melodramatic angst novels, asked in confusion.
[Well, originally it was a person’s name, but later it became a label. Host, listen to me…]
After listening to 3339’s series of descriptions regarding the three words “Long Aotian,” Yun Wuxiang gained a preliminary understanding of that Child of Destiny.
Long Aotian was the correct type of Child of Destiny! Whose Child of Destiny gets abused physically and mentally, heart dug out and legs broken? Why couldn’t his little disciple be a Long Aotian?
No wonder the people from the Immortal Realm all wanted to come down to find the Child of Destiny. The Child of Destiny in their cognition and the plot fate of his disciple were two completely different things.
Yun Wuxiang became more curious about the method to steal the Protagonist Halo that might exist in Zhao Sihai’s brain. The plan to study Gu poison was pushed back temporarily; he needed to unlock the restriction on Zhao Sihai first.
[Host, let’s hide this White Jade Pavilion first.]
[Mhm.]
Yun Wuxiang raised his hand to summon a Concealment Talisman. Before acting, he looked at the patch-covered White Jade Pavilion and paused.
Although the White Jade Pavilion was shattered, the core connecting the two spatial realms was still there. The pavilion’s function was actually similar to a signal tower.
This White Jade Pavilion had existed for so many years, yet it shattered so easily. Did the people of the Immortal Realm really leave no backup plan?
Thinking of this, before concealing the White Jade Pavilion, Yun Wuxiang modified a corner of the core foundational array runes at the bottom of the pavilion.
It wouldn’t affect the overall array, nor was it easy to detect, but it would disrupt the space at critical moments, transporting those attempting to teleport over to somewhere else. As for where that “somewhere else” was, he didn’t know.
Now, before he saved enough energy, people from the Immortal Realm shouldn’t dream of coming to the Mortal Realm again.
And that piece of Song Yilou that ran up there—if he dared to come down again, then congratulations in advance on his bad luck.
After doing this, Yun Wuxiang looked down at the bronze mirror in his hand: “You still have a connection with the other soul fragments, right?”
Song Yilou’s intuition began to issue an ominous warning, but his mouth lied without a hint of guilt: [No, they’re afraid I’ll snitch, so they’re all guarding against me.]
Yun Wuxiang smiled: “I don’t believe you.”
A Bad Luck Talisman was pasted onto the bronze mirror.
Same soul. As long as they still considered themselves Song Yilou, the luck of all fragments should theoretically be shared.
If he couldn’t find the person, he’d just send a big gift to the Song Yilous remotely.
Less than the time it took to drink a pot of tea after the Bad Luck Talisman was applied, Yun Wuxiang received a communication from Prince Xuan.
A paper crane folded from talisman paper flew over from the distance. Yun Wuxiang opened his hand, and the paper crane landed in his palm, transforming into a letter.
Scanning the contents of the letter, the crimson in Yun Wuxiang’s pupils completely dissipated. The baleful aura between his brows retracted, returning him to a peaceful and serene posture. He glanced at the Bad Luck Talisman on the bronze mirror with a rather pleased mood.
[The Guanzhu seems very happy. What was written in that letter?] Below the talisman paper, the bronze mirror bypassed the paper obstruction and asked from an exposed area.
Yun Wuxiang said in a gentle tone: “Something that can get you out of there. Happy?”
[Guanzhu, we were fighting side by side just moments ago. Do you have no regard for old times?]
Yun Wuxiang’s tone was light: “Isn’t the ‘old times’ between you and me exactly like this?”
“Song Yilou, I will never accept anyone imposing their thoughts on my personal will. As long as you haven’t given up on your desire-filled ideas for a single day, to me, you will always be an enemy that needs to be killed.”
[But I am a Gu, Guanzhu. If you don’t become a Gu, you will never understand my world.]
Yun Wuxiang: “I never needed to understand your world. Song Yilou, your world is deformed to a normal person. Forget humans, do you think other Gu humans can understand you?”
[They are all defective products, half-human half-Gu. Only I am a true Gu. I have no companions, Guanzhu. Come accompany me. I will be obedient after marriage and be a qualified husband.]
“Song Yilou, a qualified husband should be obedient before marriage. Your steps are wrong. Confession, courtship, getting along, confirming the other person is truly suitable and wanting to spend the rest of your life with them—only then come the proposal and marriage.”
This time, Yun Wuxiang spoke without a shred of anger or killing intent. His emotions were surprisingly peaceful. He seemed to see a part of the real Song Yilou through these words.
An anomaly mixed from a foundation of human and Gu, identifying as a Gu, voluntarily renouncing his humanity, understanding neither human reason nor emotion, yet capable of exploiting human nature.
His world had its own logic, independent and firm.
[Those are human steps, not Gu steps. We Gu always get married first and cultivate feelings later!]
See, this stubborn guy was using his self-invented Gu logic to refute him again.
Yun Wuxiang: “Where does this ‘we’ come from? Is there a second Gu like you in the world?”
[Not now, but once the Guanzhu becomes a Gu, there will be!]
The topic returned to the starting point. Yun Wuxiang stopped continuing this conversation because it was destined to be fruitless. Just as a human can’t teach a dog to speak human language, Song Yilou didn’t even have a human brain. He understood jack about human ethics and feelings, knew squat about liking someone.
Yun Wuxiang changed the question: “How old were you when you became a Gu?”
How could his thought logic deviate so far from a human track?
[Ten, maybe? or was it eleven? No, that was the age I entered the poison kiln. I became a Gu… there was no sun in the poison kiln, I don’t know how many years I stayed inside. I can’t calculate it, Guanzhu.]
Yun Wuxiang frowned slightly: “Ten years old is just a few ounces of meat. Why did they throw you down there?”
The Poison Mist Marsh really didn’t do human deeds! Feeding living humans to Gu? Why not kill them first before throwing them down?
[Because I killed the poison master guarding us. Who told him to skim my food? In the end, those idiots couldn’t find out who did it, so they threw all of us associated with that poison master into the kiln to feed the Gu.]
Yun Wuxiang: “…” What a case of self-inflicted consequences.
Fine, even if this guy grew up as a human, he definitely wouldn’t be anything good.
[If the Guanzhu wants to experience the process of being courted, I can do that too, you know.] Since there was no chance to turn the Guanzhu into a Gu anytime soon anyway.
Inside the bronze mirror, Song Yilou puffed his cheeks in depression.
Yun Wuxiang was silent for two seconds, then gave a mocking chuckle: “You call this courtship?”
[Is this not right?]
“Childish and clumsy.”
Yun Wuxiang swept a look of slight disdain across the mirror surface, put the bronze mirror away, and headed for Prince Xuan’s Manor.
Prince Xuan had been pacing back and forth in his study since sending the letter. The sound of his footsteps echoed clearly in the silent room.
The wind chimes under the eaves moved without wind.
Turning at the sound, the person he was waiting for had already appeared in the room.
Just as he was about to speak, a scent of blood hit his nose. Prince Xuan paused the step he was about to take and said: “Guanzhu, wait a moment.”
He turned to the bookshelf, took down a wooden box, and opened it to reveal an irregular piece of copper: “This is a corner of the bronze mirror this King found. Guanzhu, please take a look.”
Yun Wuxiang opened his hand. The mirror fragment flew automatically into his palm. He took out the bronze mirror, found the corresponding fracture, and placed it on top. Only the last piece of the puzzle remained.
[Guanzhu is looking for fragments? Once you find them all, am I done for?]
[Don’t, Guanzhu. Give me a chance. I’d rather go perish together with another fragment. That way I can take out a love rival before I die.]
Yun Wuxiang put away the mirror fragment, applied a Sealing Talisman to restore silence to the world, and asked, “Where is the other piece?”
Prince Xuan said: “In Yuan’an City. That is a forbidden area of Great Yu. My subordinates dare not rashly enter. But for the Guanzhu, surely there is no place in this world you cannot go.”
Hearing the name “Yuan’an City,” Yun Wuxiang’s finger, which had been unconsciously sliding along the edge of the bronze mirror, paused. His eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Prince Xuan was a few steps away from Yun Wuxiang. With his eyesight, he couldn’t see these subtle movements, so he continued to describe the information his subordinates had sent back.
“Originally, my men bribed residents near Yuan’an City to go in. It was that person who said he saw the bronze mirror fragment in the hands of a Stone Man clan member. But when told to find a way to get the fragment, that person refused no matter what. Other residents were the same.”
“They said no amount of money is more important than their lives. The Stone Man clan is also called the Man-Eating clan; those people are monsters who eat humans. I still don’t understand why Imperial Father didn’t wipe out these dangerous people, but instead let them occupy a city with fertile land.”
Yun Wuxiang raised his eyes to look at Prince Xuan and asked a question: “Do you dare to eat the grain grown on that land?”
Prince Xuan was puzzled: “Why not? Are the plants grown there poisonous?”
Yun Wuxiang scanned his face. A young prince. Right, he had killed most of those people back then; naturally, no one told him about those events.
“No poison. It just grows on top of corpses.”
Yuan’an City. More than ten years ago, it was covered in rotting corpses. Every inch of land there held human bones and flesh. Every step after entering the city was stepping on someone’s remains. The entire city was a massive graveyard.
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