Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 433 Birds of a Feather (Thanks to Daytime Cosmic Ship Curse for the donation!)

If faced with the judgment of fate, Wei Xi would certainly confess to the fact that he is an unlucky man.

Zuo Fei's sobs snapped Wei Xi out of her daze. She lowered her eyes and said wearily, "Why are you crying? I haven't even started crying yet!"

"I didn't cry! It's all sweat!" Zuo Fei's voice suddenly weakened as tears streamed down her forehead. "Can you put me down? I was telling the truth just now!"

"If you don't believe me, you don't need to help me deal with the monster. I'll do as the old blind man says myself! I won't implicate you!"

Zuo Fei is quite a character; even Wei Xi, who was numb from being bombshelled with news, could be amused by his few words.

Wei Xi's smile terrified Zuo Fei even more—he was still young and lacked cunning and skill. He had ventured into Dongyi with a chivalrous heart and nearly lost his life. Now, with his deepest secret exposed, he was like a shelled clam, with nothing to do but wait for death.

Seeing that Zuo Fei's tears were almost washing away the blood on her forehead, Wei Xi finally put her down.

Before Zuo Fei could scramble away, she heard someone behind her say, "What was that old blind man singing? Repeat it for me."

Zuo Fei hesitated. His cooperation with Wei Xi had not been smooth at all. In less than an hour, both sides had changed their minds countless times.

But when Wei Xi grabbed a handful of spirit stones, Zuo Fei immediately gave in and revealed all of the old blind man's lyrics.

"The water flows east, the moon rises in the west, the great river ends, and the stream flows into the granary. Whose child is searching for shells in sorrow? He asks for their name and bumps his head in frustration. Pity their widowed mother sitting at home, weaving cloth night after night until the sky leaks out."

As Zuo Fei spoke, she glanced at Wei Xi's expression, ready to escape from this devil's clutches at any moment.

Upon hearing the lyrics, Wei Xi's first reaction was that he had been tricked by Zuo Fei.

The reason is simple: the lyrics don't make sense at all. Often, the first half of the sentence is reasonable, but the second half suddenly becomes strange.

Take the term "sky leak" for example. Judging from the above text, it should refer to the widowed mother who was weaving cloth until very late after her child had broken his head.

Wei Xi had only ever heard of the time running out and the days ending; who ever used "the leaking of the sky" to refer to time?

If the "leaking sky" refers to the local area's heavy rainfall, it doesn't fit with the previous text, which is truly baffling.

"You came to Dongyi to play the hero after hearing this?"

Zuo Fei's attitude was unexpectedly firm, and she started counting the evidence on her fingers.

"All the waters of the world flow to the Eastern Barbarians, and the green moon rises from the west; the Pingjiang River is taken away by the Luexi River... This sea was formerly known as Cangshi. The lyrics undoubtedly point to this place!"

"Moreover," Zuo Fei paused slightly, then continued, "the Pingjiang River was emptied three years after I heard the lyrics. It was a prophetic event, unheard of."

"Besides, I'm an orphan. My mother raised me by weaving cloth until I was ten, then she fell ill from overwork and passed away." Zuo Fei's tone became somber. "My master raised me for several more years. Doesn't that all make sense?"

"So that matches up?" Wei Xi thought to himself, "I've never seen anyone try to pin the blame on themselves."

Zuo Fei firmly believes that she is the child searching for the shell in the lyrics, and finding out the full name of the Dongyi demon leader is the way to deal with this evil demon.

Upon hearing this, Wei Xi's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and all respect for this young man vanished.

With such a hasty and outrageous style of doing things, it's no wonder that Bone Reef Sea turned out the way it did.

"What exactly is that demon leader's name?"

"Surname Yu, given name Xian something, I lose on the third character."

"Great," Wei Xi thought to himself, "I just need to find the last character."

But Wei Xi had already become wary of Zuo Fei—regardless of what this thing in front of him actually was.

Her suspicious nature led her to consider another possibility: perhaps she was trapped in another trial, and the "Zuo Fei" in front of her was a monster who had stolen her memories and was fabricating stories under the guise of the old blind man in order to gain his trust.

The way to escape the trap is simple: just don't go along with Wei Xi.

Therefore, Wei Xi pretended to ask about the next plan, claiming that he was impressed by Zuo Fei's heroic spirit and was determined to help him achieve great things.

Zuo Fei was clearly skeptical, but he had no other choice but to confess. In summary, Zuo Fei's plan could be divided into three steps:

First, Wei Xi wanted to create chaos to distract Luexi and Yuhan, thus buying time for the next step.
Then, Zuo Fei took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the special sacrificial procession and carved the name of the Dongyi demon chief on the scales during the ritual. The appearance of the green moon was the time when the Dongyi demon chief would perish.
The final and most crucial step was for Wei Xi to evacuate as many people as possible, saving as many as he could.

"How is it?" Zuo Fei looked at Wei Xi nervously. "Do you think it can succeed?"

"What I mean is, you seem to have a knack for intrigue and scheming."

Zuo Fei's explanation was worse than no explanation at all, and Wei Xi blinked in distress.

This plan isn't entirely without merit, but its feasibility is extremely slim.

"First of all, you only know two words. What about the last one? And that balance scale, how do you know that engraving your name on it will be useful?"

"Not to mention that your plan is too crude. I can lure Luexi and Yuhan here, but the Eastern Yi demon chief is still outside the plan; furthermore, when you infiltrated the sacrificial procession, weren't there any guards to check you?"

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Zuo Fei's face, which had regained some color. "You're a cautious person. Don't you trust me? I'll just ask you, can you do the two things I'm asking you to do?"

Zuo Fei's fluctuating IQ troubled Wei Xi, but he still nodded in the end.

"Great!" Zuo Fei laughed heartily. "I'm actually relieved that you're so cautious!"

"As for your doubts," Zuo Fei said, pulling open her shirt, "this is the answer."

Wei Xi's pupils dilated suddenly, his shock evident in his eyes:
What was visible was that Zuo Fei's chest was not made of human flesh, but of pale silver metal. It was covered with tiny characters, so densely packed that they seemed to come alive, changing with the rise and fall of his chest.

"It's inconvenient to take off my pants," Zuo Feifu said, fastening his shirt again. "This place isn't for homosexuals!"

This time, Wei Xi's speechlessness was mixed with a hint of admiration—Zuo Fei had used all that ruthlessness on himself.

“These words were carved into my flesh one by one, and then my skin and flesh were refined into what you call magical artifacts. The words on them will change in turn. I carved all the words I could find on them. If it succeeds, it will be a blessing from heaven to the Eastern Barbarians; if it fails, it is my fate.”

"I only beg you, save as many as you can!"

Zuo Feiqing's sincerity moved even the gloomy Wei Xi.

But reason prevailed over emotion, and Wei Xi hardened his heart: "You're someone important! But I can only play it by ear; there are still people waiting for me to go back and save their lives."

Zuo Fei nodded, indicating that she understood.

As they gazed at each other, deeply moved, a sinister voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Hahaha! Third brother and eldest sister were right after all! You two harbor malicious intentions!"

Wei Xi drew his machete, turned around, and slashed the entire crocodile, leaving it stunned.

"you!"

"What do you mean, 'you'?!" Wei Xi shouted angrily, "We're talking here, who gave you the right to interrupt? You beastly cult devil!"

The moss had never suffered such humiliation in all its years. When it finally came to its senses, it roared in fury, "You treacherous bastard! Now that you're in my hands, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Having said that, the moss, without even revealing its true form, charged forward as a half-human, half-crocodile.

"careful!"

Wei Xi, however, seemed deaf, standing firmly in place.

Tan Xian was furious and had no idea what Wei Xi was up to. He didn't care if Wei Xi had any dirty tricks up his sleeve. He was only focused on catching this bastard, coating him in salt and pepper, frying him, and eating him with his drinks!

But the bloody scene that Zuo Fei had anticipated did not occur. Instead, Wei Xi suddenly produced a scroll, which he then opened abruptly, actually stuffing the entire Tanxian beast inside.

“What does it mean to act according to circumstances?” Wei Xi weighed the scroll in his hand, now restored to its original state, and smiled at Zuo Fei: “This is what it means to act according to circumstances!”

The fact that the body of the Lian Gou Hei contained moss was a trick by Wei Xi, not a function of the leather painting itself. Please remember this.