Three-in-One
Yan Jue was pinned down by the monkey demon’s demonic power and experienced once again what it meant to be utterly crushed by superior cultivation.
Although she was already at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, she still couldn’t move under the demon’s terrifying pressure.
Yan Jue forced her eyes open and suddenly saw a slender figure appear at the cave entrance.
At the same time, the monkey demon sprang into the air and swung the iron staff in its hand.
A violent gust slapped against her face; the staff, carrying overwhelming force, was only a hair’s breadth from her head.
Yan Jue looked toward the figure in the distance. After giving a knowing smile, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
There was still some distance between the cave entrance and the bed here; Qi Xianqing was too far away. There definitely wasn’t enough time.
Just as the iron staff was about to touch her forehead, Yan Jue closed her eyes and suddenly felt an extremely fierce wind sweep past her face, along with faint scraping sounds. The expected pain never came.
Yan Jue froze, then abruptly opened her eyes.
Somehow, Qi Xianqing was standing behind the monkey demon. Dust churned across the ground as she half-bent one knee, her fingertips lightly touching down to bleed off momentum. Then she drew her sword and rose, her body arcing through the air in a line so clean it was almost beautiful.
A flash of green light streaked by; the monkey demon’s head suddenly split cleanly in two!
Too fast... far too fast...
Everything flowed like moving water, unhurried, yet astonishingly swift.
The green light swept through the body, and the monkey demon was like a watermelon; Qi Xianqing actually split it in two, from the top of the skull all the way down to the lower abdomen!
A thick stench of blood mixed with demonic aura burst outward. Yan Jue stared in shock at Qi Xianqing’s demon-slaying scene, unable to calm down for a long time.
Qi Xianqing’s expression was as cold as frost and snow; the immortal sword, Zhuying, trembled violently in the air.
The pitch-black demonic blood was actually being slowly devoured by the sword’s blade.
In less than a cup of tea, the blade gradually regained a faint blue-green hue, radiating a layer of cold light beneath the dim candle flame.
Qi Xianqing lowered her head and looked at Yan Jue.
Yan Jue instinctively lowered her eyes, too afraid to meet her gaze.
Even though Qi Xianqing was now on the same side as her, she still carried an aura that... made every demon and evil thing under heaven fear her.
Her heart had been beating very fast, but the sharp pain in her abdomen surged up again and again.
Qi Xianqing’s voice came from above, clear and spotless: “What’s wrong?”
Yan Jue clutched her abdomen tightly, her face pale as she breathed, “My stomach hurts.
It hurts so much.”
Qi Xianqing knew that in the early stage of fusion, spiritual power was inherently unstable. For Yan Jue, it was simply too much; the other party definitely wouldn’t be able to absorb it in such a short time.
That clump of spiritual power had already been in Yan Jue’s abdomen for five days, and this was probably the limit for her body.
Qi Xianqing lowered her head, helped Yan Jue up, and sat her on the bed over there. “Don’t move. I’ll force the spiritual energy out for you.”
Yan Jue slowly nodded and barely managed to keep her legs crossed.
A pair of soft hands pressed against her back.
...
Bit by bit, spiritual power entered her body. Yan Jue adjusted her chaotic breathing and felt the uncomfortable sensation in her abdomen lessen somewhat.
Qi Xianqing raised her eyes and glanced at the person in front of her.
Yan Jue was frowning, looking very pained.
At the most critical stage of dispersing the spiritual power, Yan Jue frowned again as if she felt uncomfortable, her body subconsciously leaning forward.
Qi Xianqing closed her eyes and secretly used inner force to hold her body tightly in place.
Yan Jue let out a soft sound. Fine, she was healing her.
Yan Jue could only give in to her strength, her crow-feather lashes lowering and then trembling slightly.
Qi Xianqing sat cross-legged behind Yan Jue, closed her eyes, and slowly guided the other’s spiritual veins open.
In an instant, all the spiritual energy in Yan Jue’s body surged into hers, and for a brief moment their internal spiritual energies actually intersected.
Qi Xianqing suddenly noticed something and paused.
Just like all disciples who had not yet been enlightened, Yan Jue’s spiritual veins were blocked.
For a cultivator to break through, it was extremely important that the meridians throughout the body be unobstructed.
Some people spent a hundred years without breaking through to Enlightenment because their spiritual veins were blocked throughout the body.
If spiritual energy could not circulate through the body in a complete heavenly cycle, then naturally one could not proceed to Enlightenment-stage cultivation.
To clear the body’s spiritual energy, one could first rely on diligent personal practice.
But if an expert helped, one could avoid many wrong turns.
This was also why some disciples of the Four Great Immortal Cultivation Clans, despite rather ordinary aptitude, never had too poor a cultivation level; at the very least, they would not be below the Enlightenment stage.
Because in an immortal cultivation clan, there were always seniors to help juniors clear their meridians.
And many disciples with excellent aptitude who entered the Six Great Immortal Sects after the grand selection were even guided by mighty experts in the sixth and seventh realms.
Outer sect disciples already had poor aptitude to begin with; add to that the lack of guidance, and it was natural that some people would never break through Foundation Establishment in their entire lives.
A scorching wave of spiritual power gathered in her palm. Qi Xianqing slightly opened her eyes, knowing she had already found Yan Jue’s pulse gate.
A cultivator’s pulse gate was extremely important and fragile; it was the center of all the meridians in the body. One careless move could shatter it, and the result would be death after one’s cultivation was ruined.
Since she had already reached Yan Jue’s pulse gate, she might as well do her a favor and help her open her meridians while she was at it.
...
Clearing meridians was truly a technical task; it required considerable knowledge and experience.
For example, while guiding Yan Jue’s meridians, Qi Xianqing had already figured out that the other girl had dual water-earth spiritual roots. Then she had to direct the spiritual energy toward the corresponding Qian, Li, and Du positions.
Otherwise, if the route for opening the meridians did not match one’s spiritual roots, it still would not aid cultivation.
Spiritual energy surged and battered about within Yan Jue’s body before being guided by Qi Xianqing toward the proper direction.
Another stick of incense later, Yan Jue’s pain had completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of lightness and ease throughout her body.
It was as if a brand-new stream of spiritual energy were joyfully racing through her abdomen.
Qi Xianqing released her hand, and Yan Jue swayed like a stringless puppet before falling straight onto the bed.
Her head was dizzy and heavy; she really wanted to sleep.
Qi Xianqing looked down at her silently.
Yan Jue’s outer robe had already been torn to shreds, and the collar of her snow-white inner robe was slightly open.
Her fair cheeks carried an unnatural flush, and her crimson lips were wet with crystalline saliva. In the dim light, with her head tilted to one side, one could see the girl’s fragile throat bones moving up and down.
Qi Xianqing had never experienced anything like this before, and found it rather novel.
Looking at Yan Jue now felt like... looking at something extremely precious of her own.
Yan Jue was like a delicate doll just made by her own hands.
She didn’t want her to be dirtied; whatever techniques she learned in the future, she wanted to take part in them, wanted to know about them.
Qi Xianqing reached out, helped Yan Jue close the collar of her inner robe, then stood and removed her own outer robe, slowly dressing Yan Jue in it.
She always had the feeling that Yan Jue was especially young, perhaps even not yet fully grown.
Her clothes seemed a little too big for Yan Jue...
In a daze, Yan Jue suddenly saw Qi Xianqing hand something to her.
It was a snow-white handkerchief.
Yan Jue froze and looked at her in confusion. After realizing what it was, her cheeks burned. She hurriedly took the handkerchief and, expressionless, wiped her mouth, cleaning away all the sweat and saliva.
“Thank you.”
??? She really couldn’t control her expression just now and had once again made a fool of herself in front of Qi Xianqing.
Yan Jue suddenly realized that something seemed off with her body. She lowered her head and was startled to find herself wearing a pitch-black daoist robe.
Yan Jue glanced at Qi Xianqing. The other woman’s outer robe had already been removed, leaving only the lightweight narrow-sleeved long dress underneath.
“...”
Qi Xianqing lowered her head and expressionlessly took out the token to look at it.
The originally lifeless wooden plaque had lit up after the monkey demon was slain just now; inscriptions on it were faintly glowing, and spiritual energy seemed to be hovering over its surface. It seemed this time they really had slain a demon.
The cave was empty and dimly lit, with only one large bed and a cabinet stolen from who-knows-where.
Very simple.
This was probably the norm for demons surviving in the present day.
In the demon realm, aside from the five demon clans whose births were high and noble, there seemed to be no demons with that much leisure to enjoy life.
Then came the customary search of the corpse.
After resting for a while, Yan Jue finally sat up from the bed. Watching Qi Xianqing crouch in front of the cabinet searching through it, she forced herself to ignore the bloodied corpse on the ground, stood up, and wanted to see if there was anything she could help with.
Instead, she saw Qi Xianqing put the monkey demon’s relics, the silver iron staff from before, into her Qiankun bag, then turn around and say, “You can pick the rest yourself. I already sent a message to Duan Luxi and the others with a spirit pigeon; they’ll be here shortly.”
Yan Jue was stunned.
When cultivators went down the mountain to carry out tasks, not everything had to be turned over.
Although the Five Dragons Sect did not allow disciples to accept bribes, it turned a blind eye to some of the “profits” obtained in the process of slaying demons and exorcising evil.
For example, after killing this monkey demon, Yan Jue could search its body; this was the so-called “looting the corpse,” to see what valuables this monkey demon had stored away.
Yan Jue watched as Qi Xianqing walked out of the cave: “...”
Then Yan Jue began searching the monkey demon’s estate.
There really wasn’t much in the estate. Aside from the Yin Spirit Pearl condensed from women’s yin essence, which Qi Xianqing had just taken out to turn over to the sect, and that iron staff, there really wasn’t much.
An apple, a few acorns.
And a large bucket of gleaming gold bricks.
Only... Yan Jue frowned as she stared at the monkey demon’s corpse and faintly felt like she had forgotten something.
She stood in place and thought for a long time. Qi Xianqing had just said... Chu Fu and the others were coming soon...
Yan Jue suddenly had a flash of inspiration and slapped her forehead.
This thousand-eyed macaque demon was one of the male lead’s opportunities!
The thousand-eyed macaque demon had something very important on it.
It was placed in...
Yan Jue hurriedly crouched down, suppressed her nausea, parted the monkey demon’s mangled head, pried open half of its mouth, and reached her hand into its cheek pouch.
Just one touch, and she indeed felt something hard!
Yan Jue yanked the thing out with force.
It was a wooden box.
The plot in the original story was slightly different from the current one.
In the original, Qi Xianqing and the male lead used all kinds of methods to lure out the macaque demon.
Qi Xianqing also only took away the demonic tools that had to be turned over to the sect, then let the male lead stay behind to search the corpse.
And then the male lead, by chance, discovered this wooden box inside the monkey demon’s cheek pouch.
It was nothing more than karma coming full circle. The monkey demon, who had harmed countless people, was ultimately killed, and the male lead inadvertently found a treasure unique to the monkey clan inside the monkey’s cheek pouch.
Yan Jue opened the wooden box that had originally belonged to the male lead and saw that it was filled with slender needles.
The needles were a dull yellow; there were about several dozen of them.
Yan Jue counted them. Not more, not less, exactly 81.
Yan Jue knew this was called Sheming Xu; it was a magical tool made by the monkey demon by channeling spiritual energy into its own hair.
Each strand could, when activated by Divine Sense, transform into whatever one wanted it to become. The illusion it created could last for a quarter of an hour.
Yan Jue took the Sheming Xu and put it into her Qiankun ring.
Just after finishing all this, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from the cave entrance.
Chu Fu and Duan Luxi walked in. Duan Luxi did not rush to search the corpse; instead, she looked shocked and went to pat Yan Jue on the shoulder. “Yan Jue! You’re really something; that monkey demon really did come looking for you. Damn... you really do have that kind of capital...”
Yan Jue: “...”
Chu Fu followed behind Duan Luxi, his expression rather dark.
When he woke up this morning, he found that Qi Xianqing and Yan Jue were both gone.
There was nothing to be done about it; since they had already said so yesterday, he could only grit his teeth, drag Senior Sister Duan Luxi along, and go search for the monkey demon in the way he thought was right.
But who would have thought that in just one day, Senior Sister Qi would already have slain the monkey demon!
And Yan Jue, that idiot, was actually following at the senior sister’s side.
This monkey demon’s cultivation was at least in the early Enlightenment stage. Slaying a demon of this level was truly a very good trial for a cultivator, yet he had not even seen a single monkey hair.
While Duan Luxi and Yan Jue were chatting, Chu Fu followed the smell of blood and moved closer. There he saw the monkey demon’s head, dead with its eyes still open, lying quietly on the ground.
Chu Fu’s heart tightened.
For some reason, he just felt that there seemed to be something hidden in that monkey head that was extremely precious to him!
Chu Fu hurriedly knelt down and quickly reached his hand into the cheek pouch, only to find it empty; there was nothing at all.
At the same time, Duan Luxi had already pulled out the bucket of gold from the monkey demon’s cabinet. “Wow, we really made a huge haul this time. Let’s split it evenly, huh?”
Chu Fu examined the monkey’s cheek pouch over and over again, and for some reason felt certain that there had to be something in there!
But in fact, he found nothing.
Chu Fu frowned, feeling as though his heart had been fiercely pinched; it was as if he had lost something extremely precious.
What was going on?
-
In the end, the group still walked out of the mountain cave.
The glow of the setting sun had, at some unknown time, already shrouded the entire forest.
The monkey demon’s cave was located in the forest outside Nanxing Town; the cave entrance was lush with branches and leaves, and birdsong rang clear and pleasant.
For some reason, Yan Jue felt her body becoming especially light. Spiritual energy surged fully through her body, an experience she had never had before.
She found it a little strange and looked up at the towering trees overhead.
Could it be because Nanxing Town was close to the forest, and spiritual energy here was especially abundant?
Yan Jue quickly put the question to the back of her mind and touched the “Sheming Xu” she had just obtained, carefully checking whether there was any pain in her body.
For example, the chest pain from that night...
Yan Jue soon discovered that after stealing the male lead’s opportunity, aside from feeling comfortable all over, there was nothing else.
“...”
It seemed that only interfering with the romantic line between the male and female leads would trigger the chest-pain punishment; no matter what else she did, it was fine.
Yan Jue couldn’t help feeling a little reassured, and she let out a soft sigh.
Several people returned to the Huang residence.
Huang Laoye had already been waiting in the main hall: “Thanks to all the immortal masters for driving the evil away from Nanxing Town, this old man... is deeply grateful!”
During these days, the evil presence had caused quite a commotion in Nanxing Town, and everyone was deeply wary of it.
The Five Dragons Sect immortal masters had successfully driven the evil away, which was undoubtedly hitting the pain point of the common people. Everyone was grateful to the Five Dragons Sect.
Qi Xianqing slightly raised the corners of her lips. “Many thanks to Huang Laoye for your help.”
The residences where several of them stayed during this follow-up operation were property owned by Huang Manor’s Huang Laoye.
Thanks to Huang Laoye’s righteous assistance, otherwise the group really would have had nowhere to stay.
Yan Jue had been watching from behind all this time and increasingly felt that her understanding of Qi Xianqing, this vicious woman, had only remained on the surface...
Qi Xianqing really handled social niceties flawlessly; she was thorough in every detail and not the least bit careless.
“My daughter has been haunted by evil for half a year already. I truly thought she was beyond saving. If not for the immortal master, I really wouldn’t have known what to do.”
“That evil thing was truly vile; after it left my daughter, I never expected it would go on to harass the other ladies in the household as well...”
After a few pleasantries, Qi Xianqing suddenly asked, “Is Madam feeling better?”
Huang Laoye : “Madam’s health is still the same. She only just took her medicine and has already gone to sleep; otherwise she would certainly have come in person to thank the immortal master.”
-
Yan Jue and the others were entertaining guests in the front hall.
Qi Xianqing went alone to the back courtyard.
It was already night; the moon had risen.
The nighttime breeze stirred Qi Xianqing’s black narrow-sleeved gauze skirt, outlining her graceful figure even more.
The all-black outfit made her skin look even fairer than snow; those deep peach blossom eyes were slightly lowered. Extreme black and extreme white reflected one another, making her brows and eyes seem even more striking than usual. Her crow-feather hair was tied up with a plain-colored hairpin and moved slightly with the wind.
The long, narrow, ink-black immortal sword hung on her back; the intricate and ancient inscriptions on it shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
Qi Xianqing came to the corridor in the back courtyard and raised a hand to knock on the door. “Madam is asleep?”
This was Huang Madam’s bedroom.
A weak cough came from inside. “Who is outside?”
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Qi Xianqing’s lips. “Five Dragons Sect disciple, Qi Xianqing. I heard that Madam’s health is poor, so I came specially to pay my respects.”
Madam Huang paused, then said respectfully, “So it is the Five Dragons Sect Immortal Lord. This time, I truly thank you for helping my daughter drive away the evil.”
Qi Xianqing : “May I ask what illness Madam has? I know a little about medicine, perhaps I could treat Madam.”
Madam Huang coughed again behind the door. “Thank you for the immortal lord’s kindness, but there is no need. I’ve had this illness in my body for more than a day or two.”
Then the corridor fell into silence.
Qi Xianqing: “Will Madam not invite me in to sit?”
Madam Huang: “This concubine has already gone to bed; it is not convenient.”
Qi Xianqing: “Madam’s health is what matters. A long-term illness is often incurable.”
Madam Huang paused, and her tone faintly carried anger. “What kind of words are those, immortal lord? Are all Five Dragons Sect immortal masters this rude? I told you, I will not see you. Go away.”
Qi Xianqing: “Since I have come to visit Madam, there is no reason to leave empty-handed.”
Madam Huang flew into a rage. “You—”
Before she could finish, a flash of green light appeared. The door latch emitted a loud crack; in an instant it split in two, and the wooden door itself was blasted open by lightning!
A huge cloud of dust spread in all directions.
Qi Xianqing stood with her hands behind her back and walked in slowly. Sure enough, on the bed in the distance lay a middle-aged woman in a white undergarment, gripping the bed in terror as she stared fixedly this way.
Qi Xianqing : “I have some understanding of the evil attached to Huang Niangzi, and have come specially to inform Madam.”
Madam Huang’s face was cold. “Is the immortal lord not being too familiar? I don’t know you at all. Exorcising evil is your Five Dragons Sect immortal masters’ business; it has nothing to do with me, and I don’t want to know about it.”
Qi Xianqing ignored her and looked around the room before speaking slowly, “That monster is called the thousand-eyed macaque demon. It is naturally depraved, but its yang energy is abundant; if one worships it, it can bless a family with a son. I heard that having a son has always been Madam and Laoye’s wish. Has Madam perhaps gone to worship the macaque demon?”
Madam Huang’s tone was very cold. “My husband and I do indeed want a son, and we have been trying. I listened to a servant’s folk remedy and worshipped that monkey demon as well. So what?”
Qi Xianqing : “The monkey demon is one of the most greedy and cunning among all demons. If Madam worshipped it, she would certainly have to exchange something for it, such as... a body of yin essence.
But from what I can see, Madam’s yin essence is full and has not been lost. Then the only possibility is that the yin essence of other women was used as the condition of exchange.
And the virgin yin essence of your eldest daughter was the condition of exchange.”
“Your only daughter, Huang Niangzi, was haunted by evil some days ago. I’m afraid this cannot be separated from Madam.”
Madam Huang’s pupils suddenly contracted, and she shouted at Qi Xianqing, “You’re talking nonsense!”
Qi Xianqing looked at her, her eyes as calm as water. “The monkey demon has not died. A trace of its remnant soul is still in Madam’s room, recuperating and waiting for the chance to rise again.”
In that instant, the black immortal sword Zhuying behind Qi Xianqing exploded in midair, transforming into dozens of small blue-green swords.
Following the direction of Qi Xianqing’s sword energy, the veil around Madam Huang’s bed was lifted by a fierce wind.
A hidden bronze monkey deity statue, concealed with extreme care, was instantly exposed to the air!
Madam Huang froze; then she let out a scream and had not even managed to rush forward to protect it.
Zhuying fell from the sky. The statue suddenly exploded; the monkey deity’s mouth also split open, revealing ferocious and terrifying fangs.
The swords fell like rain, stabbing mercilessly into the statue.
After several breaths, a streak of black smoke suddenly surged out from the statue’s mouth!
The black smoke poured out endlessly through the rain of swords; in an instant it filled the entire room. Cold wind rose violently, and the air was thick with a dense bloody odor.
Qi Xianqing’s gaze sharpened. A flash of green light descended and cleaved the thick black fog into several pieces!
Countless wisps of black fog scattered wildly through the room, panicked and frantic as they searched for an escape route.
Qi Xianqing knelt on one knee and took out a glass bottle from her chest. Wherever her fingertips went, the bottle rolled on the ground with a ringing clatter; the black fog churned violently in the air for a moment, then suddenly let out a piercing scream: “Spare me! I’ll leave! I’ll leave Nanxing Town right now! Please spare me, immortal lord!!!”
The glass bottle kept rolling on the ground, looking just like a compass needle constantly shaking.
The black fog was uncontrollably sucked into the glass bottle and finally disappeared.
Madam Huang suddenly became wildly deranged. “You... you dare! How dare you stop me from having a son? I want a son!”
-
The night was like water. Yan Jue had already changed out of Qi Xianqing’s outer robe and was now wearing a frost-leaf-red smoke gauze pleated skirt, dozing in a pavilion in the Huang Manor garden with her legs hanging down and swinging.
Out of politeness, she had even washed Qi Xianqing’s clothes and hung them in the back courtyard.
After being in this book world for so long, Yan Jue could now barely control the demonic aura all over her body; coupled with the golden collar on her neck, she was basically able to live like an ordinary mortal.
But as a fox, remaining in human form was truly uncomfortable.
...
“Meow—”
Yan Jue was dozing when she suddenly heard a cat meow from afar.
Yan Jue opened her eyes and followed the sound.
There in the grass, at some point, was a fluffy white cat, with a red bell hanging from its neck. It stared at her with a pair of sapphire-blue eyes, crouching motionless in the grass and watching her.
Yan Jue froze, inexplicably feeling that the bell around the cat’s neck looked somewhat like her own.
Yan Jue jumped down from the chair, crouched low, and smiled until her brows curved. “Come here, come here.” She took out a piece of pastry from her Qiankun bag.
Perhaps because Yan Jue carried a faint scent of the same kind, the white cat looked at her for a while before meowing and coming over, rubbing against her with its soft body.
Yan Jue stroked its head and suddenly heard a gentle voice behind her. “This is the cat we keep at home; it’s called Jiang Xue.”
Yan Jue turned around and saw that Huang Niangzi, who had still been weak and powerless a few days ago, was now wearing a thin light-green dress, her complexion rosy, somehow already standing in the pavilion and holding onto the railing.
Yan Jue : “So cute.”
Huang Yan smiled and waved a hand; the cat meowed and walked over, then lay on the ground and batted at her with its paws.
“When I was little, I didn’t have many friends; no one at home ever talked to me. It was always with me.” Huang Yan picked up the cat. The cat exposed its soft little belly, lazily yawned, and looked obedient and well-behaved.
“It’s the same age as me. It turned eighteen this year.”
In this world, all living things could cultivate.
Thus animals generally lived longer as well.
Pigs, cats, dogs; perhaps as they lived and lived, they would awaken intelligence and cultivate into spirits.
Though the odds were rather small.
Yan Jue wasn’t paying attention to that: “When you were little and no one stayed with you... didn’t your parents usually keep you company?”
Huang Yan put down the cat and crouched beside Yan Jue, whispering, “Father is very busy; Mother... doesn’t like me very much. The servants are all very afraid of me.”
Yan Jue was stunned.
Huang Niangzi was Huang Manor’s only daughter, and Huang Laoye had no other children besides her.
She should have been cherished like a precious jewel, yet instead she stood in an extremely awkward position.
Huang Laoye and Madam Huang wanted a son, so naturally their feelings toward her were neither warm nor cold.
These things should have been mentioned in the novel; it was just that when she had been reading, she had only paid attention to the entanglements between the male and female leads and hadn’t noticed these details.
-
When Qi Xianqing came out of Madam Huang’s inner courtyard, the courtyard had already been restored to its original quiet state.
This was not difficult for a cultivator in the fourth realm; with just a hand seal, the damaged house could be restored to what it had been.
As for the psychological shadow left on Madam Huang...
When Qi Xianqing went out to carry out missions, she always put slaying demons and exorcising evil first; the principle of taking action as convenience dictated always came first.
She had never considered those things.
Besides, such a person was not worthy of pity.
Moonlight was like water, rippling over the blue stone floor.
Qi Xianqing walked slowly, her expression slightly restrained.
Going down the mountain for training was to slay demons and exorcise evil, but after so many trips down the mountain, what she had often seen as the most sinister was human nature.
Sometimes, human hearts were more frightening than demons.
Suddenly, Qi Xianqing’s steps halted.
There in the pavilion, two figures were faintly visible.
One sat; one stood.
Laughter drifted over from afar.
Perhaps because she had just helped the other person clear her meridians today, Qi Xianqing quickly recognized one of them as Yan Jue.
Yan Jue felt a gaze she didn’t know was there fixed on her and subconsciously turned her head, only to run straight into Qi Xianqing’s eyes, clear as water, beneath the moonlight.
The aura the girl gave off was cold beyond measure, like a glacier that had never melted for a thousand years. Yan Jue felt a little nervous and lifted the cat in her arms. “Look, doesn’t there seem to be an older sister over there? That older sister looks so fierce... don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid; I’ll protect you.”
Qi Xianqing approached and gradually made out Yan Jue’s face.
Beneath the moonlight, the girl’s clothing was brightly colored; her lips were red and teeth white, and her smile seemed able to spill sunlight.
For some reason, looking at this face made it seem as though the sinister human heart she had just experienced was nothing more than a dream one hated to remember.
Qi Xianqing looked at her coldly. Yan Jue’s scalp went numb, yet she felt the little cat in her arms struggle once, then suddenly leap into the air and jump straight into Qi Xianqing’s embrace.
Yan Jue was stunned. It seemed the little animal was not afraid of Qi Xianqing at all; on the contrary, it melted softly into Qi Xianqing’s arms and rubbed against her affectionately.
Qi Xianqing held the cat and scratched the furry head very familiarly, then lowered her head to speak to the cat. “Was the person holding you just now like an idiot? Don’t be afraid, I’ll save you from her.”
Yan Jue: “...” Damn.
Qi Xianqing carried the cat away, a faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips.
-
The next day.
The few people who had completed the mission officially began their return journey.
Yan Jue walked to the city gate, and Duan Luxi patted her shoulder in a serious manner. “Yan Jue, I’m officially making friends with you now. I’m from Muyin Sect; you can call me when you go out on missions in the future.”
In this cruel world of cultivation, connections within the immortal sects could sometimes become a lifeline. Yan Jue naturally did not dislike making a few more friends, so she smiled slightly. “Sure; let’s do missions together in the future.”
After walking a few steps, Yan Jue noticed that Qi Xianqing had not followed. She couldn’t help but look back, and was slightly startled.
Qi Xianqing wore a dark smoke-gauze layered dress, still in the convenient narrow-sleeved style; one could faintly see the exquisite and elegant embroidered crane patterns in the fabric. The slightly deeper tones made her skin appear even fairer, her bearing exceptionally beautiful, like a banished immortal.
The immortal sword Zhuying, still hanging on her back and able to cut down all evil in the world, added an extra trace of roguish martial spirit to her otherwise gentle brows.
Qi Xianqing stood with her back to the city gate, holding the Capture-Shadow Box in her hand, and with a click recorded the street scene inside it.
“...”
-
The return trip was on an overcast day, naturally much easier than the journey there.
Chu Fu walked up to Qi Xianqing and said something; Qi Xianqing gave a slight nod.
Chu Fu took a small cart from his Qiankun bag and placed it on open ground, then began to chant a heart incantation.
The cart body abruptly expanded and soon became a carriage large enough to hold four people.
So all four of them rode inside the “Hundred-Step Cart” and set off.
The little cart rocked and swayed.
Yan Jue looked at the scenery flashing past beside her and let out a soft sigh.
The rules of this world did not allow her to interfere with the male and female leads falling in love...
Annoying.
Since the male and female leads were destined to fall in love, did that mean she was destined to die?
There had to be another way.
If taking the male lead Chu Fu’s opportunities would not incur Heavenly Dao’s punishment...
Then could she take the roundabout route and just steal all of the male lead’s opportunities?
Yan Jue touched the box of Sheming Xu she had searched out from the monkey demon’s body, and then casually touched the gold bricks she had also found in her arms from the monkey demon’s lair.
She really was rich now...
Although gold in this world didn’t seem to have much use, the common currency in Myriad Demons Pavilion seemed to be hairpins, gold, silver, and then Spirit Stones and the like.
At the very least, she could still be rich in the demon world.
Yan Jue glanced at Qi Xianqing not far away, and the other woman seemed to sense it and looked back at her.
Under the sunlight, those beautiful peach blossom eyes were drawn slightly inward at the corners, deep and restrained.
Yan Jue jumped in fright and subconsciously averted her gaze.
Qi Xianqing: “Junior Sister Yan.”
Yan Jue: “Mm... hm?”
Qi Xianqing: “Have you thought about that request yet?”
Yan Jue: “No! I’m going to keep it and think about it slowly.”
Qi Xianqing: “Oh.”
“...”
Yan Jue rested her chin in her hand and began thinking again about exactly how she should use the request Qi Xianqing had given her.
That day outside the residence, Qi Xianqing had promised her that if she could successfully lure the macaque demon out, she could have one request fulfilled.
Lord Meng Heng’s word was as good as his bond; he definitely wouldn’t go back on it.
If interfering with the male and female leads’ romantic storyline would punish her in this world, then she definitely couldn’t use this to sever Qi Xianqing and Chu Fu’s connection.
So hard to think... she really couldn’t come up with anything in a short time.
She might as well hold onto this request for now!
-
By the time the sky approached dusk, the group stopped to rest at an inn.
This inn was called the Crying Wild Goose Inn, and it stood in a stretch of purple bamboo forest several li from the main road.
The setting sun cast a splendid glow over the surroundings.
Bamboo shadows lay crisscrossed; the scene was beautiful beyond words.
When Yan Jue walked into the inn, what met her eyes was a large hall used for guests’ meals, with more than a dozen wooden tables arranged inside.
In the center of the hall hung a painting.
In the painting, broad swathes of heavy ink spread out, and with remarkably exquisite brushwork, it depicted a landscape of mountains and bamboo groves in a classical style.
Deep in the bamboo grove, a two-story wooden house appeared and disappeared in the thick fog.
Inside the wooden house were six beautifully shaped women; some held serving trays, some applied makeup before a mirror. Each had brows like distant mountains and lips touched with a trace of scarlet rouge; they were vividly lifelike.
Yan Jue stared at the painting for a few seconds.
This superb skill, if not by a master, then surely worth a fortune.
To appear in such a tiny inn was truly strange.
The four of them sat down at one table, and the shop boy brought over the menu.
Yan Jue looked at the menu and felt that the dishes on it were dazzlingly plentiful.
And they were all names she had never seen in modern times; for a moment she really didn’t know what to choose.
Just as she hesitated, she suddenly heard a cool voice nearby calling out the dishes: “Lotus-leaf porridge, sugar-steamed cheese curd, little crisp pastries, pork with spinach, eels with pickled vegetables, four bowls of fragrant herb drink.”
Yan Jue twitched the corners of her mouth and turned her head, only to see Qi Xianqing frowning as she quietly put the menu down.
Duan Luxi: “So... you’re done ordering?”
Qi Xianqing: “These are specialties of Nanxing Town.”
“It’s rare to come down the mountain once; if I eat something you can also have up on the mountain, that would be too wasteful.”
Yan Jue looked at Qi Xianqing and couldn’t help thinking, are you really not just wanting to eat it yourself?
An incense stick of time later, Yan Jue discovered that what Qi Xianqing had ordered really was delicious.
After drinking the hot fragrant herb beverage, they moved on to the sugar-steamed cheese curd.
According to the shop boy, the eel had only been brought over from Beiyue Mountain at noon, and the meat was indeed tender, smooth, and sweet, making people salivate.
In the span of an incense stick, nearly all the dishes had been swept clean.
And they still didn’t feel full.
Qi Xianqing looked at Yan Jue’s unceasing swallowing motion. “If that’s not enough, you can still order whatever you want to eat.”
Yan Jue : “No! I’m not not full at all.”
Duan Luxi smacked her lips and frowned. “Yan Jue, you ate too much just now; I didn’t even get full...”
Yan Jue : “Really? I’ll order for you!”
Qi Xianqing listened quietly, the corners of her brows and eyes imperceptibly curling.
Yan Jue picked up the menu again, ordered another serving of sugar-steamed cheese curd, then handed it to Duan Luxi. “Do you still want to eat? What else do you want?”
Duan Luxi: “Order another lotus-leaf porridge, little crisp pastries, pork with spinach, eels with pickled vegetables, and fragrant herb drink.”
Yan Jue: “...”
You just repeated exactly what that woman ordered a moment ago, hey!
They didn’t wait long before the shop boy brought the food to the table.
Duan Luxi sighed in admiration. “Your place serves dishes really fast.”
The shop boy smiled apologetically. “There just haven’t been many guests in the shop these past few days, so the dishes go out faster.”
“Don’t be fooled by how sparsely populated our place is. In fact, a lot of people from nearby towns like coming to our inn to enjoy the scenery.”
Duan Luxi : “That’s true. Your inn is built in the bamboo forest; the scenery is especially beautiful.”
Qi Xianqing drank her soup quietly when she suddenly heard Yan Jue ask, “Were there a lot of people coming to the inn before? Why have so few people been coming recently?”
Qi Xianqing heard this and narrowed her eyes slightly at her.
After all, having spent so many days with Qi Xianqing, Yan Jue had also learned a lot of mission techniques from her, and her sensitivity to her surroundings had improved somewhat.
The shop boy sighed. “Because recently, there’s been a human trafficking case in the nearby towns.”
“In nearby towns around the inn, like Nanxing Town and Changyou Town, many women and children have gone missing in succession, so everyone no longer lets the women in the family go out.”
Yan Jue froze; just as she was about to say something, a clear, slow clip-clop of hoofbeats suddenly came from outside the inn.
Yan Jue raised her eyes and saw a ragged daoist leading several camels, strolling slowly toward the inn.
There were six tall and sturdy camels in all, each with a red saddle strapped to its back.
The daoist sat down at an outdoor table and called out, “Waiter, a bowl of tea.”
“Right away!”
The tea was soon brought over.
The daoist slowly finished the tea, then tied the six camels’ reins to the fence and said something to the innkeeper before walking out.
The six camels remained standing quietly in place.
The sun had set; night had fallen, and the air was filled with the muggy heat of early summer.
Yan Jue stared at the camels and quickly realized something was wrong!
These camels seemed... too quiet.
The daoist was their owner. Normally, when an owner leaves, the animals he keeps would become anxious and restless.
In such an unfamiliar and not particularly comfortable environment, these camels were actually standing there dead still, not even moving a hoof!
Yan Jue subconsciously turned to look at Qi Xianqing.
Qi Xianqing had clearly also noticed something was off; her brows were tightly furrowed.
“No movement from the pupils,” Qi Xianqing put down her chopsticks and said slowly, “Look at that camel.”
Following Qi Xianqing’s gaze, Yan Jue saw that the camel on the far left had lowered its head, and a crystal tear slid down from the side of its face.
The shop boy passed by carrying a plate of food. Yan Jue stopped him. “Where did that taoist priest just go?”
The innkeeper smiled. “He went to relieve himself; he’ll be back shortly. Are the ladies planning to ask him to exorcise evil? Not every daoist from every temple is good at exorcising it!”
The camels’ behavior was merely a little strange.
There had been too many things in the plot lately that were different from the novel.
Drawing on her experience after transmigrating into this world, Yan Jue still couldn’t think of anything else for the moment.
She was still wondering whether the daoist had mistreated them when her sleeve was suddenly tugged.
Qi Xianqing raised her hand, handed her the half bowl of rice left on the table, and said, “Go feed them rice.”
Yan Jue froze. Seeing how naturally Qi Xianqing ordered her around, she actually didn’t think it was strange. She took the bowl of rice, walked over, crouched in front of the camels, and held the rice out to them.
The six camels crowded over to sniff the fragrant rice in the bowl, then actually began eating it ravenously.
“..."
Yan Jue turned back and saw Qi Xianqing resting a hand on the edge of the table, her fingers moving slightly, beckoning her over.
Yan Jue walked back again and said grumpily, “This young mistress, what other orders do you have now?”
She knew Qi Xianqing liked small animals, but did she really have to use her like this?
Qi Xianqing lifted the teapot and poured a cup of water into a bowl. “Give them water.”
Yan Jue: “...”
Yan Jue huffed. I’m not listening to you.
-
A few breaths later, Yan Jue carried the water pot over to the camels.
When she walked over, the camels all raised their heads to look at her.
Perhaps because she had just fed them, their gazes had less wariness. A few even flared their nostrils and leaned their heads out, seemingly trying to see what she was holding.
Yan Jue had not come here to feed the camels water because she was obedient to Qi Xianqing.
It was just that those camels standing there dumbly looked too pitiful; she couldn’t bear it.
Yan Jue poured the water from the pot into the trough in front of her.
The camels again gathered over in a daze and used their tongues to lap up the water.
“Gulugulu..."
There was so much water in the trough, yet in just a few moments, they had actually finished it all!
Yan Jue returned to the table and was about to say something to Qi Xianqing when she suddenly saw Qi Xianqing staring unblinkingly behind her.
Yan Jue jerked around; on the camels over there, black qi suddenly began to rise in waves!
Everyone stared blankly at the strange sight. The thick black qi wrapped around the camels’ bodies in layer after layer.
“...”
Those six camels instantly turned into six raggedly dressed beauties!
The six beauties sat beside the fence, ropes still looped around their necks, tear tracks dotting their faces like pear blossoms in the rain, each one breathtakingly lovely.
A few of the women looked down and discovered the change in their bodies; they gasped, then burst into tears.
Qi Xianqing clicked her tongue softly. “It’s an illusion technique.”
Duan Luxi’s eyes were full of shock as she blurted out, “Could that daoist just now have been a human trafficker?”
Yan Jue hurried over to those women and helped untie the ropes around their necks.
Fortunately, these people were all ordinary women without the strength to resist, so the daoist had not used particularly sturdy ropes to bind them.
The ropes were quickly undone, and several girls sat where they were, crying miserably. “I want to go home... I want to go home...”
Yan Jue frowned. Judging from the daoist’s cultivation, it probably wasn’t very high. These girls were obviously abducted; it would be better to send them away quickly while the daoist had not yet returned.
Yan Jue : “Where do you live?”
The girls bit their lips and looked timidly at Yan Jue without daring to speak. The six of them pushed and nudged one another until one bolder girl finally squeezed forward. “Nanxing Town.”
“Nanxing Town...”
Yan Jue turned back and looked at Chu Fu. “Then we’ll have to borrow Junior Brother Chu Fu’s Hundred-Step Cart.”
While the daoist hadn’t returned yet, it was better to send these women away first.
Chu Fu’s Hundred-Step Cart was a rare magical treasure.
Once a person sat in the cart and used Divine Sense to probe for a place name, the cart could start on its own and go to that place, and its speed was extremely fast; cultivators below the fifth realm, Heart Stirring Realm, found it difficult to catch up.
Of course, the place had to be one the operator had been to before.
And Nanxing Town, where these girls had been abducted from, was precisely a place they had been to.
Chu Fu’s face alternated between green and white, but since everyone was looking at him, he couldn’t say anything. He could only smile and invite the girls onto the cart.
He activated Divine Sense, and the Hundred-Step Cart roared away.
Yan Jue watched the cart grow smaller and smaller with a serious expression, when she suddenly heard a shout from behind her: “Where are the camels?! Waiter, where are my camels?!”
Yan Jue turned around and saw the daoist from before walking into the inn. Seeing that the camels that had just been tied to the fence had vanished without a trace, he flew into a rage and, red-faced and neck-thick, questioned the shop boy.
The shop boy’s face went very bad. Glancing at Yan Jue, he forced a smile and said, “This... that...”
The daoist : “Fine! You fuckers actually stole this daoist’s camels!” He drew a gleaming silver sword from his chest and charged straight at Yan Jue. Ever since yesterday, Yan Jue had discovered that her body was much lighter, and her expression turned stern as she rolled on the ground to dodge the daoist’s sword, then planted a foot on the table.
The daoist hacked down again with his sword.
In an instant, all the dishes smashed to the floor, and soup splashed everywhere.
Yan Jue shouted, “I don’t know which bastard daoist you are, using illusion techniques to kidnap people!”
The daoist slashed at Yan Jue several times with his sword, but Yan Jue dodged them all with ease. The daoist snorted, then suddenly drew a delicate wooden sword from his chest.
That wooden sword was carved with repeated inscriptions; at a glance, it was clearly a demon-banishing sword used specifically to slay evil.
He held a longsword in his left hand and the wooden sword in his right, and slashed both swords toward Yan Jue at the same time!
The wooden sword cut through the air.
Yan Jue froze, her pupils focusing as though they had instantly locked onto the wooden sword.
She was a fox demon, and had an innate fear of such evil-banishing objects!
Yan Jue was actually half a beat slow. Once she reacted, she immediately chanted the true incantation for “Summon Ice Technique.” In an instant, countless tiny ice shards condensed in front of her chest and were hurled fiercely toward the daoist.
At that moment, she felt a rush of heat in her chest, and surging demonic qi was about to spill out!
The lock-demon collar around her neck instantly shrank, turning into a tight little bell that clamped firmly against her skin, finally preventing her from revealing her true form at this critical moment.
The daoist shouted and swung his twin swords.
No sooner had he spoken than, just as the sword was about to crash down here...
With a thunderous boom, something spinning flew over and instantly chopped the sword in the daoist’s hand in two.
Yan Jue froze and turned to look; she saw that the bronze sword on Duan Luxi’s back had detached from her body, then suddenly enlarged in the air, screaming wildly as it flew uncontrolled through the inn.
Everything it passed suffered no mercy; every table and chair was smashed to pieces.
A few breaths later, that bronze greatsword had already swelled to the height of two people!
Duan Luxi raised her hand to the hilt and violently threw the bronze sword toward the daoist.
Just as it seemed about to take the daoist’s head off, the daoist saw things were going badly and immediately turned and leapt out the window, vanishing without a trace.
“...”
The inn fell into deathly silence.
The bronze sword, Muxi, slowly returned to Duan Luxi’s back.
Though no longer as tall as the two men just now, it still weighed like a block of iron, tightly strapping the slender girl’s shoulders.
A slender girl actually carried such a giant sword on her back; just thinking about it was terrifying...
And that power was too much too!!!
Duan Luxi explained, “Because I mainly cultivate ‘force’; the other swords are either too light or too small, so this sword was forged by me myself. It can change freely according to my will.”
A smile tugged at Yan Jue’s lips. “...The power of your magical tool is really too great. And...”
And it seems like you don’t really know how to control it, hey.
Duan Luxi smiled awkwardly. “I’ve only had this sword for less than three years. It and I are still getting used to each other!”
After the daoist fled, Duan Luxi formed a hand seal, and the originally battered inn returned to normal.
After frowning and thinking for a long while, Yan Jue turned to ask Qi Xianqing, “Senior Sister, do you recognize which sect that daoist is from?”
Qi Xianqing frowned too, seeming somewhat puzzled.
In today’s world, apart from the six great immortal sects that dominate the cultivation world and the South Tower, the cultivation law-enforcement institution under the Imperial Court, there were also small sects scattered all over the world.
These sects were lower in status than the six immortal sects, but still a little higher than loose cultivators of the jianghu. There were so many of them that they could not be counted on one hand.
The group waited in the inn for quite a while before finally seeing the shop boy crawl out from the kitchen side, his face full of terror. “Honored guests...”
Qi Xianqing set down her teacup. “It’s fine. Just arrange four rooms for us.”
The shop boy hurriedly agreed and went upstairs at once to make arrangements.
-
Very soon, night arrived.
This inn stood in a stretch of purple bamboo forest, and at night it was exceptionally quiet; apart from the rustle of wind through bamboo leaves, nothing could be heard.
Yan Jue had no sleepiness at all. She slowly wandered into the courtyard, thinking about the “Summon Ice Art.”
Because she had dual water-earth spiritual roots, she wanted to cultivate ice-based divine abilities, so that before reaching Enlightenment, she could be a little more capable in a fight.
But ever since she had learned to use Summon Ice Technique to call forth those ice pillars, she had not felt that this divine power was particularly amazing at all. Every time, she couldn’t manage to block the enemy in front of her.
What should she do... what should she do...
This was the first time since Yan Jue transmigrated into this world that she had felt some helplessness because she was too weak.
Yan Jue closed her eyes, gathered spiritual power to one point in her palm, and silently recited the Summon Ice Art. In an instant, a cylindrical block of ice appeared in her palm.
“..."
Suddenly, a cool voice sounded from behind her: “Ice must first be sharp if it is to injure people.”
Yan Jue spun around sharply and saw Qi Xianqing, dressed in white, who had somehow also come to the back courtyard.
Moonlight poured down. Qi Xianqing sat on the swing in the courtyard.
The swing swayed in the wind; the breeze tossed her black hair into disarray. Qi Xianqing sat on the swing, hugging her knees and looking at the sky, slightly frowning.
The night sky was huge, and the stars were bright.
Yan Jue : “Ice has to be... sharp?”
Qi Xianqing glanced at her. “What you made was an ice pillar. Have you ever seen anyone kill with an ice pillar?”
Yan Jue was stunned for a long while; a flash of insight seemed to pass through her mind. She closed her eyes again and concentrated all the spiritual power in her body into a single point.
With a flicker of Divine Sense, a block of ice slowly appeared in her palm.
The bottom was round, the top sharp; it was an ice spike.
Yan Jue pinched the seal, took up a stance, and gave a light shout: “Go!”
The ice spike flew out like an arrow released from a bow, deeply piercing the stone wall over there, with frost rippling everywhere it passed.
Yan Jue was astonished. “I didn’t expect that just a Summon Ice Art could freely change the shape of the ice it summons.”
Qi Xianqing : “With the same heart incantation, if the mind differs even slightly, the effect will be very different.”
Yan Jue grew a little excited. Things she had failed to figure out for many days became clear with just Qi Xianqing’s simple guidance!
Suddenly thinking of something, Yan Jue turned and bowed to Qi Xianqing. “Many thanks, Senior Sister.”
Qi Xianqing said nothing, merely looking faintly into the distance, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Yan Jue : “Actually, I think Senior Sister is a good person.”
Hearing her words, Qi Xianqing was stunned for a long while before coldly saying, “I’m not a good person.”
“I just can’t stand certain people grinding away at something for so long and still not figuring it out.” After saying that, Qi Xianqing stood up and left expressionlessly.
Yan Jue: “...”
Qi Xianqing said she wasn’t a good person.
Why?
In the sect, she was clearly very good to her junior brothers and sisters, and there were probably many people secretly in love with her and admiring her.
Did she think she herself was not good?
After Qi Xianqing left, Yan Jue stayed in the courtyard and practiced for quite a while longer.
The sharp ice spikes spun in her palm; she tried shooting them toward the flowers and grass in the distance from different angles, and sure enough they were much more powerful than before.
As expected, when practicing spells and divine abilities, one still had to consult experts; random practice on one’s own wouldn’t do.
At the end, Yan Jue sat cross-legged and ran through the Heart-Calming Art a few more times before packing up and returning to her room.
Just as Yan Jue reached the stairs, she suddenly heard faint noises from over there.
In an instant, Yan Jue stopped in her tracks, and a pair of jet-black fox ears flipped out on top of her head, twitching left and right.
As a fox demon, her hearing had always been sharp; those sounds were quickly drawn into her ears.
Yan Jue gripped the stair railing and slowly poked her head out to look down.
That glance nearly made cold sweat break out all over her body.
Standing at the foot of the stairs was the daoist from today who had trafficked people at the inn.
Beside him stood a rather stout man; if Yan Jue remembered correctly, he should be the inn’s owner.
The innkeeper smiled. “Immortal Spirit Body, ah, Immortal Spirit Body... what if her cultivation is high? Once she falls into the daoist’s hands, what chance does she have of escaping?”
The daoist slowly stroked his beard and smiled. “The Immortal Spirit Body is truly a great tonic. It’s a pity she never expected this scenic inn to be a ground-level furnace specifically used by this poor daoist to refine women.
Within this furnace, even a fifth-realm cultivator would have their senses stripped away, and without realizing it be drained dry of yin essence and become a ghostly creature. Even possessing heaven-piercing divine abilities would be useless.
Not to mention that this furnace was specially refined for cultivators with the Immortal Spirit Body, and it is the bane of the Immortal Spirit Body. A hundred years ago, it was this furnace that killed the great Immortal Spirit Body expert, Danyang Zhenjun. Tsk, tsk, tsk...
“The daoist means that once the Immortal Spirit Body enters this furnace, all their cultivation becomes useless?”
“Precisely.”
The innkeeper laughed. “Daoist Qingyu’s Yin-Strong Yang-Nourishing Pill is about to be finished. All that remains is the heart of an Immortal Spirit Body, which only appears once every thousand years, as the medicinal guide.
Over these years, this old man has worked very hard to obtain the virgin yin essence needed for alchemy for Qingyu Taoist Temple.
When the time comes, please say a few good words for this old man, daoist. I only need two dou of that woman’s blood; I also want to remain youthful forever and prolong my life.”
The daoist showed a sinister smile. “Easy to say. If this succeeds this time, hahahah, I will certainly reward you heavily!”
TL Note:
Qian, Li, and Du positions (乾、离、杜) = Daoist bagua-based meridian routes; here, the correct paths for guiding the spiritual energy.