Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 414 Logic Master Wei Xi
"The people were afraid, and they all...bowed down...and mobilized 5,000 men to build seven temples. They prepared three kinds of sacrificial animals...to worship the immortals and beg for...water."

The tears secreted out of self-preservation hindered Wei Xi's interpretation work, forcing her to stop squeezing out the bitter tears that were soaking her eyelids.

"Should we rinse it with water? We have spiritual power now, but we don't need that stagnant water that's been there for who knows how many years."

As he spoke, Qin Feng used his snake tail to perform a magic hand seal, and a small water sprayed out from the tip of the snake tail.

Then, to Qin Feng's astonishment, an even smaller spray of water erupted from the tip of its pink and blue tail.

“You need to,” Wei Xi said weakly, recalling his poor Qi Palace and physical constitution, “control your spiritual power more precisely, otherwise the little spiritual power in your Qi Palace won’t be enough.”

With a heart ashen, Qin Feng maintained her stiff posture—after all, aside from the dark days she spent at the Huai Xin Sect, she had always been a genius.

After a long while, Qin Feng gave an almost inaudible "hmm".

Wei Xi was somewhat embarrassed: on the one hand, her eyelids did need cleaning, and on the other hand, the presence of Qin Feng's aura made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

While Qin Feng was distracted, Wei Xi secretly raised his flowery tail, borrowed spiritual power from his vast Qi Palace, and made a hand seal.

A stream of water splashed onto Wei Xi's face, washing away the tears in her eyes and shattering her composure.

"You need to adapt to abundant spiritual energy," Qin Feng said, regaining his composure. "Now we need to rely not only on your intelligence but also on your martial prowess."

Wei Xi, who was once again placed on high hopes, smiled sadly, wiped his face with the snake's tail, and continued to struggle with the exposed broken inscriptions.

However, the next section of the inscription was badly damaged, and even with all his knowledge, Wei Xi could only decipher less than ten characters.

Feeling somewhat frustrated at not being able to help, Qin Feng looked at Wei Xi, who didn't seem too troubled, and asked suspiciously, "Shouldn't we try these in between? What if there's some crucial information? Wouldn't it be a pity to miss it?"

Wei Xi shook his head slightly, "It's too badly damaged, but from the remaining few words, I can tell it's still about a sacrificial ceremony. That's just how people are..."

Her words were strange, and even Qin Feng, who always indulged Wei Xi, noticed the dissatisfaction in her tone and asked curiously, "What...do you mean by that?"

"Pigs, sheep, cows, or even young boys and girls. Oh, and if there are any mute or deaf people in the village, or widows or orphans, that would be even better; just tie them up and sacrifice them to the gods."

"They pray to gods, ancestors, and evil spirits, but never to themselves." Wei Xi raised his eyebrows high, his words full of sarcasm. "They do nothing of substance, yet they dig wells when there's a drought and catch insects when there's a locust plague. They're all eager to seek help from gods and immortals, but they can't even rely on their own hands, so how can they expect to rely on some ethereal deity?"

“But the sacrifices aren’t all bad,” Wei Xi clicked his tongue. “I’ve stolen quite a few of the offerings, and they’re fresher than the ones from the graveyard.”

Qin Feng stared in disbelief, clearly stunned by Wei Xi's glorious past.

"I guess the middle part describes how devout they were, wasting so much manpower and resources. It would be a pity not to write it down."

Hearing this, Qin Feng perked up again, "You're so stubborn! Although there's some truth to what you say, you shouldn't say it in front of others in the future, lest you cause trouble."

"Even if you're going to talk about it, I need to be there so I won't be afraid of a fight."

Wei Xi was speechless: she hadn't expected Qin Feng to be so optimistic about their current situation, even going so far as to suggest a future scenario.

They harbored unorthodox ideas and uttered outrageous and absurd words.

Wei Xi is a quiet person who has made a stunning debut, winning first place in the "Ugliest Words" competition. Congratulations to her!
"...Anyway," Wei Xi got down to business, "once this useless work is done, the subsequent records are still clear."

"The land in Pingjiang is cracked, and some people may starve and fall into the cracks..."

"Drought lasted until September, the land was barren for thousands of miles. A thousand wells were dug deep, but not a drop of water was seen. The people migrated... the weak... the young died on the way... and people fought for food." Upon reading this, Wei and Qin both fell silent. It wasn't that they hadn't seen similar horrific scenes before, but the fact that it corroborated their memories made it all the more real and speechless.

Wei Xi pushed the memories to the back of his mind and brushed away the broken coral with his tail.

"In October, I met some people in the wilderness and heard about the collapse of the temple... I was taught by them... I couldn't bear it... so I went to Pingjiang."

"On the way, I saw a heart full of sorrow; the people were suffering greatly. So... I set out, and there I found them..."

"What will you see?"

“That’s it, that’s all,” Wei Xi waved his tail. “The rest has been cut off.”

"Trying to cover up the truth only makes things worse," Qin Feng's eyes sharpened. "Over time, some damage is to be expected; but large sections of text being cut out clearly indicates that someone has tampered with it."

Wei Xi nodded in agreement, then added, "There's one more thing, who cut out these words?"

Wei Xi slowly sorted through the information he had seen after transforming into a snake.

Logically, the inscriptions covered by coral should be earlier than the inscriptions on the coral itself.

If we use "A" to refer to the elaborate inscriptions and "B" to refer to the inscriptions on the coral, then it's not hard to conclude that the person who created A arrived at this place earlier than the person who created B, meaning the person who created B likely saw A.

Given this, Wei Xi needs to make two judgments: first, whether the existence of B was to cover up A; and second, whether the person who created B believed the information recorded by A.

As always, Wei Xi quickly made a deduction. Judging from the wording of the inscriptions, A was more like a personal notebook, filled with the recorder's emotions; while B was more like a complete record of a large-scale event, the kind of thing that could be summarized and submitted as a report.

Based solely on the information Wei Xi obtained, the latter's purpose was clearer: he had come for Deadwater City.

Someone like Wei Xi, who occasionally tells small lies, knows very well that large-scale lies are quite difficult to fabricate.

Therefore, it is unlikely that the inscriptions on the coral by Wei Xi were intended to cover up something fabricated by Jia.

After all, if it were Wei Xi, she could have smashed the stone wall to pieces, leaving not a single word behind.

Incidentally, Wei Xi had secretly tossed a few wisps of spiritual energy onto the stone wall earlier, but they had no effect whatsoever. Left with no other choice, she had to abandon the option of violent survival.

But Wei Xi encountered a problem with the second matter, because she had no idea what became of the forces that had carved the words on the coral:
If they fail, it might be because they didn't take A seriously, or it might be because they trusted A too easily; if they succeed, it might be because they believed A, or it might be because they ignored A.

There's even another possibility: Wei Xi glanced at the now-glowing ring on the tail, and realized that this was the key to exposing the armor.

In short, Wei Xi was unable to make an accurate judgment, and his mind was a complete mess.

"Pingjiang," Qin Feng suddenly asked, seeing Wei Xi's troubled expression, "Have you ever heard of this place?"

Qin Feng: No, you're so special...

Wei Xi: ?

Qin Feng: I feel like I'm going to get beaten up...

Wei Xi: (Smiling)