Chapter 37: Gu Can Recognize a Master
Little Black Tuft’s gaze landed on the tattoo on Yun Wuxiang’s wrist, then turned to look at the Toad Envoy. “Mom?”
The red centipede at the Toad Envoy’s neck moved downward, traveling to her heart to replace the black scorpion’s position. “Don’t you like following him?”
“Mom. Want too,” Little Black Tuft said.
“Greedy little beast.” The Toad Envoy reached out and poked Little Black Tuft hard on the forehead.
“If you want something, you have to grab it yourself. If you grab it, it’s yours.”
Yun Wuxiang, who was examining the scorpion Gu on his wrist, felt his temples throb upon hearing this sentence. The corners of his mouth flattened. He felt as if he were watching this reasonably obedient Little Black Tuft gradually skew toward the Song Yilou who couldn’t understand human speech.
Especially after the Toad Envoy finished teaching her theory, Little Black Tuft immediately grabbed Yun Wuxiang’s hand. “Mine.”
Yun Wuxiang couldn’t be bothered with this Little Black Tuft showing signs of becoming Song Yilou. He entered the illusion to find a way to completely get rid of Song Yilou from his past, not to straighten Song Yilou out from scratch—not to mention this thing had long since left humanity behind outside the illusion.
He looked at the Toad Envoy’s gradually healing wound. “Your regenerative ability is much worse than the little thing’s. You still need to use Gu to replace your missing heart.”
“At a time like this, you still have the mood to talk to me about that. You really are…”
The Toad Envoy looked at the composed Yun Wuxiang, then at the black scorpion on his wrist. Her pitch raised slightly, ending in a note of surprise and wonder. “Huh?”
“The little beast and your Life Gu didn’t fight?” The Toad Envoy’s expression was volatile as she looked at the two of them with a strange gaze.
“There’s something wrong with your Life Gu. No… you haven’t achieved synchronization with the Gu at all. You don’t have a Life Gu.” Killing intent surfaced in the Toad Envoy’s pitch-black pupils but quickly dissipated.
Yun Wuxiang’s academic curiosity suppressed other emotions. “Never mind that. Answer my questions first. Does using someone else’s Life Gu to replace your heart not cause an abnormal reaction?”
“Where is your original heart?”
“And where did your own Life Gu go?”
“How did you survive taking out someone else’s Life Gu and driving it yourself?”
“What is the relationship between this poison scorpion and the little thing?”
“Do you count as a human or a Gu Human now? You seem more like a semi-finished Gu Human?”
Under this barrage of questions, the Toad Envoy recalled the headache of being surrounded by questions not long ago. The corner of her eye twitched for a moment. She looked at Yun Wuxiang as if looking at a weirdo.
Her expression gradually faded, becoming dull and plain. Suddenly, she laughed—a happy and carefree laugh of imminent escape from misery. Her lips pulled into a fake friendly smile. “We can talk about those questions later.”
The Toad Envoy clapped her hands together in front of her. “Right now, you just need to subdue that black scorpion to possess a nearly-grown Gu Human.”
“He will become your most loyal and powerful blade.”
Yun Wuxiang lifted his eyelids and countered, “Do you believe that yourself?”
She refused the little Gu Human she spent half a day creating; there was definitely a problem.
Yun Wuxiang raised the hand housing the black scorpion. The red butterfly landed on the scorpion as he threatened, “Answer the questions, or I’ll kill this Gu.”
“You really are persistent.” Seeing Little Black Tuft’s expression, the Toad Envoy chuckled lightly and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Pity, it’s too late.”
“You heard it all, didn’t you? He doesn’t want you. If you want him, do it yourself.”
Yun Wuxiang’s gaze sharpened. The red flute in his hand spun rapidly, blocking a pair of attacking small claws.
Little Black Tuft’s eyes lost focus. Like a small beast implanted with an attack command, he acted purely on aggressive instinct.
“Gu Masters always have to fight to subdue a Gu. A Gu’s will might favor a weakling, but a Gu’s instinct only submits to the strong,” the Toad Envoy said slowly.
The stronger the Gu, the less easily it would submit to a human.
Subduing an ordinary Gu, cultivating it, and making it fight new Gu—this was what a normal Gu Master would do.
The Toad Envoy had chosen to give the black scorpion to Yun Wuxiang precisely because she saw the power of his red butterfly.
However, the red butterfly was fake. Yun Wuxiang didn’t have a Life Gu at all. The battle between Gu and Gu turned directly into a battle between Gu and human.
Amidst the sounds of fighting, the Toad Envoy said sincerely, “I wish you success. Otherwise, I’ll have to find another suitable person to offload him onto.”
The Spider Envoy, standing aside, finally had a chance to speak. She asked, “Juanyu, what exactly do you want to do?”
The Toad Envoy turned back, looking at the only person in this Poison Mist Swamp who could be called a friend. A rare softness flashed in her pupils.
“I wanted to prove that Gu Humans could be successfully refined, even if they were semi-finished products like me.”
That way, she wouldn’t be the only anomaly.
“But that was my previous thought. I admit I loved dragons but feared them (professed love for something but feared its reality); raising a child is so troublesome.”
The Toad Envoy spread her arms wearily as if feeling the flow of the wind. “Compared to kin, I want freedom more now.”
“Absolute freedom.”
“Anything that restricts me shouldn’t exist!”
“So, you just didn’t want to raise a son, so you prepared to find a sucker who could keep him for life?”
Yun Wuxiang’s voice appeared beside the Toad Envoy, who was spreading her arms to make her speech. She turned abruptly to see him with a stern expression, swatting away the mindless Little Black Tuft. His eyes glowed with a crimson hue that seemed to come from within.
Is a thing like Song Yilou something you can just release into the wild?!
Anger surged, and accidentally releasing too much baleful aura, he tore a hole directly in the illusion.
Yun Wuxiang’s vision blurred, and he returned to the copper mirror space. Before him was a Little Black Tuft identical to the one in the illusion but dyed with demonic energy, wearing a gloomy ‘I’m about to die’ expression.
The Heart Demon cupped his chin in his hands, sighing heavily. “Why did it turn out like this?”
The past Toad Envoy hadn’t entrusted the main body to anyone. She spent every day sneakily searching for Gu insects, having no time to sneak into the Grand Wu Zhu’s residence to discover early on that the old guy had long been consumed by Gu and was just a pile of bones.
Stealing food and getting caught by the Holy Son and partnering up—that part was the same. But Sheng Yuming didn’t have the Temple Master’s strength to forcibly grab all the elite poisonous Gu in the Poison Mist Swamp to feed the main body. He could only steal Gu secretly, so the main body truly hadn’t eaten his fill in childhood.
As a result, after the Temple Master went in, that guy lived ridiculously well in the illusion!
The Heart Demon wiped his face in sorrow. “Temple Master, although the illusion was fake, the main body’s heart to establish a symbiotic relationship with you was real. You don’t want to live and die together with the main body, right? Best to just kill him directly~”
Crack.
The sound of shattering rang out. Thick Yin energy poured out wantonly.
The Heart Demon, Little Song Yilou, hugged Yun Wuxiang’s thigh. “We’re about to die anyway, hurry and give me a hug.”
Yun Wuxiang: “…”
Just as his hand touched the hem of Yun Wuxiang’s clothes, wild python-like Yin energy pierced through the little thing’s chest from behind. The Heart Demon pursed his lips. “Annoying guy.”
The Heart Demon was torn apart. Song Yilou, surrounded by eerie Yin energy, looked at Yun Wuxiang. In the depths of his eyes was naked paranoia: “Mine.”
Yun Wuxiang reached out. “Come here.”
Song Yilou went over, raising his hand for an attack aimed straight at vitals.
Yun Wuxiang slapped the person face-first onto the ground. Baleful aura condensed into a rope, tying him up firmly and hanging him in front of him. “I really have been ignoring this most basic fact.”
Gu can recognize a master.
Song Yilou couldn’t be judged by common logic. Yun Wuxiang didn’t intend to contract him as a Life Gu—that would truly mean living and dying together—but his current state was much more settled.
Yun Wuxiang lifted Song Yilou’s head, looking into those round eyes that had become much clearer after being reduced to attack instincts.
“Can biological instincts also follow the soul?” Contemplation flashed in Yun Wuxiang’s eyes. The pile of questions he asked the Toad Envoy hadn’t been answered yet.
Anyway, Song Yilou couldn’t be killed completely for a while. One more piece, one less piece—not much difference.
This one, he would keep for research a while longer.
…
Ghost Realm.
In a sea of crimson spider lilies, a female ghost in white slowly opened her eyes. Her right eye was pitch black; at first glance, it looked as if the eye was missing.
Beside the white-clad female ghost, a blue-clad female ghost wearing a silver crown saw her wake and asked, “Juanyu, who summoned you into a dream?”
Song Juanyu shook her head. “Not a dream. I don’t remember anything.”
If it were a dream, she wouldn’t have lost a segment of memory.
“Then it was a Tribulation?” The blue-clad female ghost was amazed. “Who could summon you while undergoing a tribulation? That enemy of yours?”
“Doesn’t feel like it.” Although she couldn’t remember what happened in the tribulation, Song Juanyu felt a strange lightness in her heart, as if a small stone that had been weighing on her mind was finally removed by someone.
“Juanyu, why has your ghost robe changed?” The green-clad female ghost looked at the bloody handprints that had appeared on her white dress.
Song Juanyu followed her gaze and looked down. On the pure white hem of her skirt were small, bloody red handprints, as if someone had used her skirt to wipe their hands many times.
“…” Song Juanyu laughed angrily for a moment. She probably guessed whose tribulation she had entered.
She knew it—as long as that little poisonous scorpion didn’t die, he would step onto the path of Dao sooner or later. Maybe one day they would meet… actually, forget meeting. That little thing was extremely troublesome; she’d better be careful when going out in the future.
Wait. The little poisonous scorpion might have shifted targets.
Thinking of the lightness she felt upon waking, Song Juanyu’s mood turned from cloudy to sunny. Oh my, which great philanthropist took in my troublesome son?
Song Juanyu brushed away the bloody handprints on her skirt and asked the blue-clad female ghost, “When are we attacking the Immortal Realm?”
She wanted to go out now to ‘accidentally’ meet her son. How her son was doing didn’t matter; she mainly wanted to see who was beside him.
“Soon. Once Sheng Yuming, who is undercover in the Immortal Realm, finishes building the transmission array, we can leave the Ghost Realm.”
Blue-clad female ghost: “His speed has increased a lot recently. I heard the passage from the Immortal Realm to the Human Realm was destroyed, and the sects in the Immortal Realm are arguing endlessly about it. It’s convenient for him to fish in troubled waters.”
Song Juanyu: “What about the Demon Realm and the Yao Realm?”
“Same old. The Demon Realm is in a chaotic war, and the Yao Realm is preparing for war. Those furry beasts and horned scales have wanted to attack the Immortal Realm for ages,” the blue-clad female ghost said.
“How could they not want to? Their old Yao King’s remains are still displayed in the Nanlin Sect.”
Song Juanyu rose from the sea of flowers, her skirt sweeping over the blooms. “Leaving an ancestor’s remains in an enemy’s home as decoration—that is a humiliation nailed into the bones.”
“Now, we just wait for one of the three Immortal Lords of the Immortal Realm to fall, and the Yao Realm won’t be able to sit still.”
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