Chapter 59: Anger Transfer, Rage
Clang!
The long sword smashed against the bars, producing the crisp vibrating sound of metal.
Yun Wuxiang retracted the sword in his hand, looking expressionlessly at the bars of unknown material before him.
His lips, slightly lacking in rosiness and appearing a bit lifeless, parted slightly. A voice, light as crane feathers brushing flowers yet captivating, slowly spat out two words: “Sick.”
The Black Mist Birdâs brain was eighty percent sick, blind, and brain-damaged. It was just as stubborn as the Tower Spirit. Bullshit doomed lovebirds!
The blade flipped and slashed at a beast claw reaching into the cage. Hoarse, unpleasant roars came from all directions, incessant.
One claw was severed, but soon more beast claws reached into the cage, trying to attack the fresh flesh and blood inside.
Reflected in the red pupils was a scene akin to a zombie siege, hungry beasts attacking for food.
Yun Wuxiang retreated to the center of the birdcage. Raising his hand, several talismans circled around him. “Burn.”
With a command, roaring fire dragons flew out from the talisman papers, rushing outside the cage.
The fire talismans briefly cleared an empty space, but immediately, more zombie beasts filled the surrounding vacancies.
Through a gap in the bars, a black scorpion crawled in from outside the cage. Yin energy expanded, the black scorpion vanished, and a hand rested on Yun Wuxiangâs shoulder. The owner of the hand leaned his head close to Yun Wuxiangâs ear, the other hand lifting a package. “Temple Master, I brought back some food. Is there any reward?”
Yun Wuxiang glanced sideways at Song Yilouâs face, which was asking for credit. His lips pulled into an arc filled with coldness. “Reward?”
With a turn of his wrist, the red long sword moved upward, lifting Song Yilouâs chin. “I find you an eyesore right now. Behave yourself.”
The cage had fallen into a pack of frenzied beasts that looked like they were on drugs. Yun Wuxiang’s state of mind remained normalâsoldiers block, water covers; handle whatever comes. If worse came to worst, he would detonate the array eye. He could always get out alive.
Being in a predicament wouldn’t make Yun Wuxiang angry, but trying several methods and failing to leave the cage, while seeing Song Yilou crawl out and move freely right in front of his eyes…
Yun Wuxiang felt the Black Mist Bird’s targeting. Annoying.
Even more annoying was that upon arriving here, his body seemed to have reverted to a mortal body before crossing the lightning tribulation and becoming a Mystic Immortal. He felt hunger.
He couldn’t leave the cage, and the surrounding beasts looked inedible with rabies. The only way to find food was for Song Yilou to go out and forage.
Yun Wuxiang never relied on anyone; he was always the one being relied upon. Yet now, he had to rely on Song Yilou to find food.
What was his relationship with Song Yilou? A purely innocent neurotic and a hostile relationship where he wanted to kill the neurotic who harassed him.
Who would accept the enthusiastic and cheerful feeding from an enemy?
Annoying to the extreme. Might as well stay hungry!
“Temple Master is taking his anger out on me. It’s not like I made it so you can’t get out of the cage.” Song Yilou craned his neck high, his brows and eyes extremely innocent.
Yun Wuxiang looked through that innocent facade and saw the smile in the depths of his eyes. “Seeing me trapped in the cage, you are very happy?”
“Happy? Of course I’m happy. There’s no one else here. The crazed beast herd will tear apart any living thing that enters. The Temple Master is trapped and can’t come out, having to rely on me to go out and hunt, finding food to extend your life.”
As Song Yilou spoke, the corners of his mouth kept rising, finally stretching into an exaggerated and intoxicated idiotic smile. “You can only rely on me, can only see me. This feeling is simply wonderful.”
Yun Wuxiang watched him quietly. The person in front of him was smiling like a pervert, but he sensed a strong rage coming from Song Yilou.
A rage even more intense than his own.
Strange. What was Song Yilou angry about?
“Does the Temple Master know what I felt when I saw you from outside the cage just now? I saw a grain of white sugar fallen into an ant colony, being peeped at by dirty trash.”
Song Yilou pulled up Yun Wuxiangâs sleeve, his fingers grinding over a smear of dark blood on the white inner robe.
“It got dirty. The blood stained on the Temple Masterâs clothes should come from my body. What are these wretched things?”
Song Yilou smiled as sweetly as honey. Maintaining this smile, the whites of his eyes gradually transitioned to pitch black, and blood color seeped into his pupils. “They all deserve to die.”
The mindless beasts outside the cage deserved to die. The Black Mist Bird that brought them here deserved to die.
Yun Wuxiang raised his hand and poked hard on his forehead, pushing away the head that was about to crash into the tip of his nose. “Going mad over messy things all day long.”
“Temple Master, kill me quickly, then I won’t have to go mad anymore.” Song Yilou offered his head to Yun Wuxiangâs sword himself, his eyes full of anticipation.
“Stand still. I will grant your wish right now.” Yun Wuxiang raised his hand and swung the sword. The movement was crisp and neat, but as expected, it was dodged.
Song Yilou dodged the blade with a backbend, bouncing back like a spring. “I suddenly remembered I can’t die right now. If I die, no one will find food for the Temple Master. Temple Master, don’t act yet; postpone my death date for a while!”
The blade drew a sharp edge, sweeping past Song Yilou and continuing horizontally to the rear, severing a beast claw reaching into the cage.
Red chains wrapped around the bars, circle after circle, spiraling and winding, like a red net slowly pulled down from the top of the cage.
Yun Wuxiang glanced sideways at a certain someone leaning over and said, “Get out.”
Song Yilou stood still without moving. “If I leave, how boring will it be for the Temple Master to stay here alone?”
“Only if you leave will there be peace here.”
Yun Wuxiang sat cross-legged in the center of the cage. Array patterns extended from beneath him. By now, the chains were about to completely seal the birdcage.
“Go out and find something to do yourself. Don’t stand here like a post disturbing me from dismantling the cage.”
Several chains wrapped around Song Yilouâs arms and thighs, pulling and dragging. Another one whipped Song Yilouâs buttocks before finally throwing him out of the cage.
Before the last gap was sealed by the chains, the palm-sized black scorpion tried to crawl in, but a sentence from the cage stopped its steps.
“At this time every day, bring food back.”
Da da.
The scorpion pincers raised high, forming a heart shape. “Okay, Temple Master~”
Snap. A green wolf claw pressed onto the black scorpion, pinning it down. The black scorpion’s tail hook bent nimbly upward, piercing into the wolf claw. A wisp of Yin energy traveled along the wolf claw to the top of the green wolf’s head. The green wolf’s chaotic, spiritless pupils turned a rich black, and the wolf’s mouth spat out human speech: “Temple Master.”
Inside the cage, the hunger in his stomach grew stronger. Yun Wuxiang, who had just hooked the package brought back by Song Yilou into his hand and was pondering what was inside, pursed his lips slightly: Why hasn’t this guy left yet?
Amidst the noisy collisions and roars outside the cage, a rhythmic tapping sound rang out. “I have a premonition that as long as you become a demon, you can definitely get out of this cage. Temple Master, give it a try.”
Yun Wuxiang turned his eyes toward the direction where he threw someone out, his gaze sweeping over the sealing chains. After a casual glance, he withdrew his gaze, pretending not to hear the noise outside, and looked down at the bundle in front of him.
Opening it, a food box appeared. Lifting the lid, inside was a box of green fruits.
Yun Wuxiang picked up a fruit. After examining it for a while, he took a bite. A sharp, pure aura flowed into his body, like a wisp of winter wind appearing in summer, blowing away restless thoughts, or a bowl of hot noodles when famished, soothing the emptiness and hunger rising from the stomach.
These green fruits seemed to have an air-purifying effect. Yun Wuxiang felt the dust and debris in the air dissipate significantly. This was not an illusion; what was purified was not the air, but something else invisible to the naked eye.
Yun Wuxiang didn’t know what that dispersed thing was, but he recognized this purifying energy, and he was very familiar with it. His gaze fell on the bitten green fruit.
“Tianqing Qi.”
This fruit contained the Qi of Tianqing (Heavenly Cyan). That an Inheritance Dao Artifact left by Daoist Venerable Jiangzi contained fruits with Tianqing Qi meant the Black Mist Bird throwing him here wasn’t just a vengeful act out of embarrassment and anger because no one played chess with it.
But locking him in the birdcage was definitely intentional on that bird’s part.
Yun Wuxiang switched his cultivation technique. The demonic energy on his body converged, transforming into pure Immortal Spiritual Qi.
The lingering hunger in his stomach vanished instantly. The red pupils faded, and cyan light flashed through his eyes. The world before him revealed many things that couldn’t be seen before.
For example, tiny specks of light in the air as negligible as dust. And on a beast claw left at the edge of the cage, a colorful gas that looked like it had been painted with a rainbow.
What is this thing?
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