Chapter 98: May I Ask, What Exactly Have You Taught My Daoist Companion?
Splash!
Water sprayed everywhere! A few bubbles surfaced from beneath the water, popping as they reached the air.
A hand struggled to crawl to the bank, emerging from the water in a sorry state.
“Pfft! Cough, cough, cough… Who set the teleportation channel in a pond?!” the Immortal Envoy muttered while spitting out water.
“I did.” A dark purple gossamer skirt appeared in his field of vision, and a clear, elegant female voice came from above.
“If you aren’t injured, then get out. Don’t pollute my pond water.”
“Ning Ye, you really are… you’ve gone mad over flower gardening.” The Envoy climbed out of the pond with a sigh, casting a Cleansing Spell on himself to tidy his appearance.
Ning Ye’s expression turned slightly solemn. “How was it? You even had to use your life-saving trump card.”
“That Guanzhu in the mortal realm that the Xianjun is so concerned about.” The Envoy snapped his fingers, and his outfit instantly switched to a fresh set of clothes. He finally felt a bit more comfortable.
Ning Ye asked again, “And?”
“His array cultivation is very high. His techniques are both ancient and novel; I couldn’t see his lineage. Very mysterious,” the Envoy said.
Ning Ye pressed, “And his cultivation?”
The Envoy shook his head. “I couldn’t see through him. Sigh, the man even told me to give his regards to the Xianjun. It was a bit chilling. Anyway, I’m off to go find some trouble for the Xianjun.”
“Where are they?” Ning Ye asked as they crossed paths.
The Envoy looked back at her noble, peerless profile and smiled. “Why do you ask? The Xianjun won’t let you go. You are our biggest trump card; you’re only to be used at the critical moment.”
“By the way, what rank Jiejun are you now? If you actually fought, even the Xianjun wouldn’t be your match, right?”
Ning Ye: “The Xianjun’s divine abilities are unpredictable, and he is protected by the Heavenly Dao. He is not someone to be compared against.”
“However, the Guanyin Ghost Lord currently causing trouble in the Immortal Realm would be a worthy opponent.”
The Envoy: “I’ve seen that Guanyin Ghost Lord. Though I don’t know how she managed to enter the Jiejun realm under the restriction of the rules, she is only a first-rank Jiejun. Naturally, she is no match for you.”
As he spoke, Ning Ye’s gaze sharpened. “Luo Yue, don’t move.”
In the Envoy’s confusion, a hole was opened just below his ear, and a multicolored venomous insect was plucked out.
A cold light flashed, leaving a blurred afterimage as a dart shaped like a feather pierced the insect, pinning it ruthlessly to the stone wall.
Ning Ye retracted her hand from the attack. “Done.”
The Envoy wiped his neck, looking at the blood on his hand and then at the dying insect. A cold chill surged up his spine, straight to his head.
“A poison Gu… When was this planted?”
Ning Ye: “Come, I will accompany you to meet the Xianjun.”
The Envoy immediately realized what she meant. “So you can finally go out to stretch your limbs.”
A trump card is only a trump card if no one discovers it. Since the card had been exposed, there was no longer any need to keep it hidden.
…
“There are other Jiejun hidden in the Immortal Realm, and they even killed my Gu.”
Song Yilou rubbed his ear and jumped from the roof to the ground. He squatted down to build a small mound of dirt, broke a twig into three pieces, and stuck them on top.
Yun Wuxiang stood behind him, watching his movements. “Building a grave for your Gu?”
“Building a grave for the dead.” Song Yilou stood up, flattened the mound with a single stomp, and stared at Yun Wuxiang’s wind-swept, calm face. His tongue pressed against his back molars as he stared without blinking, circling around from front to back.
When he crossed in front of him for the third time, Yun Wuxiang grabbed the back of his collar. “You’ve been circling for ages. Have you seen anything?”
Since he told Song Yilou to teach him, this fellow’s behavior and gaze had started to become very peculiar.
Did I tease him too much?
Asking Song Yilou to teach someone how to fall in love was indeed asking for the impossible.
Yun Wuxiang rarely reflected on his own actions—or rather, before this, the word “reflection” didn’t exist in his dictionary.
But looking at the strangely abnormal Song Yilou, he actually felt a faint, miraculous spark of… guilt?
This was truly a novelty.
The collar in his hand was pulled away, and another hand took his own, pressing it against a patch of cool skin. It felt like jade just taken out of cold water, or perhaps silk?
Song Yilou guided his hand to his own face. “The Guanzhu likes my face, right?”
Yun Wuxiang: “Mhm.”
“And besides my face? What else does the Guanzhu like about me?”
Yun Wuxiang fell into thought. Besides his face, what other merits did Song Yilou have?
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
In the dead silence, Song Yilou’s smile gradually became fake and dark.
Seeing this, Yun Wuxiang actually let out a laugh. “I like your eyes.” They are full of nothing but me.
“And your little schemes.” Yun Wuxiang’s hand slid from Song Yilou’s ear to the back, loosely cupping his ear. “Who has been acting as your advisor?”
Song Yilou let out a cold snort. “A bunch of useless trash.”
The advisors: “…”
In the remote group chat temporary built using arrays and spells, the advisors began to spam the chat.
[Tower Spirit: Just let him be. The Guanzhu is too sharp.]
[Bai Jiao: I told you before, just let nature take its course.]
[Chongming Bird: Love is a distraction. What time is it? And yet they are still agonizing over this. Hmph.]
[Yun Xinyang poked his head in: Oh, Teacher, so you were here too.]
Hearing his voice, the Chongming Bird immediately bristled: [You are slacking off again!]
[Yun Xinyang: I’m being framed! I’m just concerned about my brother’s relationship problems.]
[Chongming Bird: What use is your concern? Go copy the Tianqing Records a hundred times!]
[Yun Xinyang: No! Teacher! Blind copying is unproductive! Ow, how did you track me down to the offline world? Teacher, don’t! Don’t hit my head! Ow!]
[Tower Spirit: Mojingyu is embarrassed and angry.]
[Bai Jiao: It’s indeed awkward for it to be caught by its disciple while eavesdropping. It is a divine bird that cares about its image, after all.]
[It’s quite lively here.]
Yun Wuxiang cut into the chat through the array on Song Yilou’s body, issuing a polite greeting: [May I ask, what exactly have you all been teaching my Daoist companion?]
Dead silence.
Voices vanished, and the array disconnected.
The Tower Spirit had decisively cut the multi-person communication array.
Yun Wuxiang: “They’ve fled. Judging by that reaction, they’ve indeed taught you some things that aren’t convenient for me to know.”
All the advisors had run away, leaving the main general to fight alone on the front lines.
Song Yilou stared at his moving mouth and leaned in for a direct kiss, selling out the advisors completely. “They told me to seduce you. Male creatures feel possessiveness toward their Daoist companion; with enough possessiveness, it might transform into love.”
Yun Wuxiang lifted an eyebrow slightly. “So you only listened to that part?”
“The rest was nonsense,” Song Yilou said with disgust. “I think they are all idiots. A bunch of old bachelors without Daoist companions actually have the confidence to teach me.”
He was a Gu with a Daoist companion.
“Heh~” Yun Wuxiang couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Mr. Bai has a Daoist companion.”
“So what? His companion isn’t the Guanzhu. His experience is useless to me.” After his sarcasm, Song Yilou had another idea. “Guanzhu, how about I dig out my ‘threads of emotion’ and give them to you?”
Yun Wuxiang indulged him. “As you wish.”
“As long as you don’t become dissatisfied later and think about digging them back out.”
If Song Yilou truly wanted to give him the threads of emotion, he wouldn’t have spoken about it; he would have just found an opportunity to cut his own and shove them into Yun Wuxiang’s body.
A sharp pain hit his fingertip; someone was taking their anger out on his hand. Blood-red pupils stared at him with a dark intensity—a gaze like a bottomless pit that would swallow anyone who looked for too long, dragging them into the depths of a blood-colored abyss.
Even his ghostly form was manifesting; it seemed he had struck a nerve.
Yun Wuxiang: “Let go. You’re about to bite my finger off.”
“If you really want to eat it, I’ll slice a piece off for you.” It would grow back quickly anyway.
Song Yilou’s eyes widened slightly. The rounder shape made even that sinister ghostly form look a bit more adorable.
At least, it did to Yun Wuxiang.
Anyone else would have seen it as the excitement signal before a malevolent spirit devoured a human.
Song Yilou released his grip, his ghostly pupils receding. He gave him another couple of those strange looks and muttered something under his breath.
With Yun Wuxiang’s cultivation, he naturally heard it, but he didn’t understand. Song Yilou wasn’t speaking the common language of this world; the tones were winding and rhythmic, seemingly a dialect of some kind.
“What are you saying?”
Song Yilou whispered ethereally, “Liar.” With that, he dissolved into a mass of Yin energy and vanished.
Gazing at the empty air, Yun Wuxiang was bewildered. How am I a liar again?
After pondering for a moment, he summoned the Seven Phantom Lightning Locking Tower and knocked on the side. “Do you know anything? I heard you sighing.”
Tower Spirit: “The Love Gu failed to take root again.”
The tiny figure spoke with a mature tone. “Is it possible that every time he tries to plant a Love Gu, it’s because he feels you have feelings for him, and yet… sigh.”
“Even I, watching you two, feel that you’ve already developed feelings for him. Anyone would be angry when their hopes are dashed.” It was actually starting to feel a bit sorry for Song Yilou.
Yun Wuxiang: “I didn’t lie to him.”
“My actions follow my heart. Can one not do those things without ‘threads of emotion’? Who made that rule?”
The Tower Spirit thought for a moment, then suddenly snapped awake. It had almost been talked into a circle by Yun Wuxiang again!
“No ‘threads of emotion’ means no emotion. It has nothing to do with what you do.”
Yun Wuxiang: “If it’s unrelated, then why call me a liar?”
“I never had threads of emotion before, yet Song Yilou insisted on staying by my side and being my Daoist companion. Since he liked the me who lacked emotion, why can’t he just keep liking me that way? Why must I grow threads of emotion?”
“What if the me that grows emotion no longer likes him?”
“Without threads of emotion, I will only ever have him as my Daoist companion. If I grow them, I gain the possibility of falling for others. Then he would just cause a scene again. Therefore, maintaining the status quo is the best choice.”
The Tower Spirit’s mind was a mess. It sounded right, but something felt very off.
“Guanzhu, you really did remove the Tianqing Seal, right?” Yin energy expanded as Song Yilou manifested before Yun Wuxiang, his suspicious gaze locked onto him.
He hadn’t left at all; the more he listened to Yun Wuxiang’s words, the more wrong they sounded.
Yun Wuxiang replied with calm composure, “I really did.”
The corners of Song Yilou’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “And you didn’t set up any other seals or restrictions to replace the Tianqing Seal?”
Yun Wuxiang: “…”
In the brief silence, the Tower Spirit looked at Yun Wuxiang in shock. No way?!
“Hehe, hahahahahaha.” Song Yilou squeezed out a cold laugh at first, then the laughter grew louder. He spoke with absolute clarity and determination. “Liar!”
Yun Wuxiang attempted a last-minute patch. “I only sealed a part of it. It wasn’t as thorough as before.”
A sting hit his lip as Yun Wuxiang’s eyes were covered by a hand. A skillful tongue pried open his teeth, entangling his prey like a hunting snake, swallowing all those unpleasant sounds.
By the time the tip of his tongue was bitten numb, the person before him finally backed away slightly. Song Yilou’s voice was a chilling, gloomy ghostly dialect. “I don’t care about any of that. I only know that another of my Love Gu has died.”
The hand over his eyes was removed, and the person was gone.
Yun Wuxiang sensed the surrounding arrays and space. “He’s really fled this time.”
The Tower Spirit covered its face with one hand. “Why did you admit it?” Whether or not there was a seal was just a matter of Yun Wuxiang’s word.
Telling him the truth now was just adding fuel to the fire.
Yun Wuxiang: “Lying would make me a real liar.”
The Tower Spirit’s eyes went wide. Are you not a liar right now?
As if knowing what it was thinking, Yun Wuxiang continued, “I only concealed a few things. I originally intended to take things slowly; it’s more stable that way. Furthermore, I wanted to see if I could get Song Yilou to give up on the idea.”
“Now it seems that path is blocked. After this, please be prepared.” As Yun Wuxiang spoke, the faint, dangerous aura on his body became increasingly intense.
The Tower Spirit felt an ominous premonition. “…Perhaps we should go persuade Song Yilou. Taking things slowly is actually quite good.”
A red glow flashed in Yun Wuxiang’s eyes. His hair, disguised as pure black, began to fade from the roots, and his voice became even more cold and heartless. “There is no need.”
…
Zhuiyin Well
“So you only remembered your old mother because you had a spat with your Daoist companion.” A woman draped in a white gossamer veil sat with her veil tilted, obscuring half her face and leaving the other half—a gentle, serene Guanyin face—exposed.
Except this Guanyin was neither merciful nor pure, and her words were laced with venom. “It’s rare to find a great… saint with poor eyesight who’s willing to be entangled with you for a lifetime. Just take him.”
Slender fingers supported her chin as her gaze drifted. “What if the Love Gu takes root? Can that thing really last a lifetime?”
Song Juanyu looked at the tall man who was a head taller than her. A ghost appearing in a room was no big deal, but seeing this face had given her quite a scare.
In that moment, the Guanyin Ghost Lord who had been causing chaos in the Immortal Realm almost turned and fled, fearing she’d have to raise a child again.
Instead, the boy’s first words were: “Mother, how did you make Father fall in love with you?”
Song Juanyu: ???!!!
Was she caught in an illusion?
Translator’s Note:
- Shuji (恕己): Song Yilou’s lineage name, meaning “forgive oneself.”
- Mishu (彌書): The Daozun of arrays.
- Yu He (虞河): The guest elder’s name.
- Bailing Xianjun (百靈仙君): Hundred Spirits Immortal Lord.
- Luo Yue (洛岳): The Immortal Envoy’s name.
- Ning Ye (凝夜): The female high-rank cultivator (Jiejun).
- Zhuiyin Well (墜陰井): “Well of Falling Yin.”
- Song Juanyu (宋倦雨): Song Yilou’s mother, the Guanyin Ghost Lord.
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