Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 485 The rebellious boy

Because of the poor visibility, Wei Xi could only vaguely make out that it was a rather large, solid object.

“It’s like something below pushed it up,” Wei Xi thought. “This place is truly the boundary between Yin and Yang. What living thing could survive for a thousand years?”

Thinking of this, Wei Xi felt relieved, but he was still suspicious. He searched his pockets and finally threw over a silver ingot, then listened carefully to discern the truth.

The silver coins placed at the bottom of the purse for emergencies were of sufficient weight. Normally, when tossed in, they would make a sound, but here they were as silent as wind passing through clouds or snow brushing against the moon.

The eight-armed phantom remained motionless, and Wei Xi's hearing was normal; this meant something strange was happening below.

Fortunately, no mollusks crawled out of it. Although Wei Xi wasn't afraid of such things, he still felt nauseous at the sight of them.

Since there were no monsters resisting and no traps to shoot them, Wei Xi felt the risks were manageable, so he sent Lingyin to investigate.

Lingyin was unwilling to do this arduous task, but her nature kept the fluffy creature away from the eight-armed phantom. Without Wei Xi's earnest persuasion, she flapped her wings and flew over.

With the help of the synchronized view, Wei Xi finally saw what it was:
At the center of the location, the twenty or so layers of flower buds on top were completely gone, revealing a sunken pit. The yin and yang energies, spun into threads, were moving methodically, clearly forming a certain transport system. What was being transported was a corpse, a short figure with ten arms and legs.

Wei Xi was all too familiar with this image; a faded version of it was riding on her neck!
"I don't have a fetish for collecting corpses!" Wei Xi, who had another hobby, was speechless. "Is this the problem that Zuo Fei has picked up?"

Wei Xi has always valued his own life and considered others' feelings in the same way. In any case, Wei firmly believes that one should not take another's life for personal gain.

Of course, whether she actually puts it into practice is another matter.

Just like Wei Xi's love for dissection and bone collection, she never turned into a serial killer and went around harming people.

Although Wei Xi had never actually interacted with the real Zuo Fei, her impression of him had already undergone several reversals. Therefore, despite her inner complaints, she knew she had to go and investigate.

"But do we really have to bring this thing around our necks with us?"

From beginning to end, Wei Xi had no idea what material the eight-armed phantom was made of. When it came to perceiving spiritual energy, Wei Xi was no match for Qin Feng, and the same applied to Yin-Yang energy and demonic energy.

Wei Xi only knew that the phantom on his neck was not any of the three types of energy mentioned above.

At least that's how she discovered it; if Zuo Fei or Tian Dao used some secret method to conceal the familiar ingredients, Wei Xi would have the same answer.

I don't know, her cultivation level is very exquisite!
Among the ghost stories that Wei Xi considered nonsense, there was a plot involving "soul leaving the body." Although ghost stories are purely fabricated, the idea can be used as a reference: if you get close enough, the phantom and the corpse might merge, and it's highly likely that she herself will be lying below.

Unfortunately, even though Wei Xi was meticulous and cunning, he was helpless and had no other options.

No matter how hard Wei Xi racked her brains, she couldn't figure out how to get this big Buddha down: the illusory old man was sitting on her body perfectly fine, looking like he didn't know her at all.

Time was of the essence, and Wei Xi gritted his teeth and finally approached the corpse.

There was no terrifying scene as expected, which made Wei Xi's taut calf muscles look ridiculous.

Frankly speaking, given the same image, a corpse is much more relatable than a phantom.

At least Wei Xi found a familiar feeling, similar to the feeling of returning to the cemetery.

"Looks like he just died recently," Wei, a resident of the Bitterwater Village cemetery, a part-time coroner in Bingzhou City, and a corpse washed away by the flood in Deadwater City, quickly switched modes to assess the body's condition. "There's no lividity whatsoever, not even enough to be considered human. How did these arms grow back?" Putting aside the deformed limbs, the body was incredibly well-preserved, as if time had stood still. You see, the corpses in Deadwater City are all soaked...
"Could it be."

An idea popped into Wei Xi's mind. After weighing it for a moment, he decided that the risk was worth taking and mobilized his spiritual power to strike again.

As soon as the manipulated spiritual power was inputted into the corpse, Wei Xi was shocked to find that the other party's Qi Palace was as vast as a river, and his little bit of spiritual power was absorbed completely in the blink of an eye.

Wei Xi: !
"You're really not holding back!" Wei Xi quickly withdrew his spiritual power and muttered, "Can you handle this?"

"Hard to say."

A female voice came from behind, but it wasn't Qin Feng's.

Wei Xi darted away several meters in a few steps, demonstrating his strong will to survive.

"I'd say it's hard to say, are you deaf?"

Wei Xi did have a deficiency, but at this moment he wished he could be mute instead of deaf, so he wouldn't hear this soul-searching, death-dealing voice.

The woman clicked her tongue, and Wei Xi felt his chin being firmly grasped and lifted upwards by two hands.

Wei Xi's courage surged at this moment, and he thought to himself that he should die knowing why. He didn't close his eyes and stared straight up.

It turned out that the eight-armed phantom had regained its senses, retracted its arms, and stood upright with its feet pointing upwards. Wei Xi estimated that the creature's head was probably touching his own.

"This little bit of spiritual power isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap for me normally, but you're lucky today, it'll barely be enough."

Hearing this, Wei Xi, who knew his own limitations, breathed a sigh of relief, but his face turned ashen in an instant—her spiritual power was not much, but it was more than enough to kill him, so why was he relaxing!
"Why is your face so pale, child? Is it possible that you don't have much time left? Oh well, you must have suffered a lot to get here."

Hearing the implied meaning in the song, Wei Xi, momentarily forgetting himself, blurted out, "You're not going to kill me?"

The phantom chuckled eerily, speaking in a voice meant to frighten children: "Who said that? I love eating children, I'm just worried about affecting the taste."

As clever as Wei Xi was, he knew that his life could be saved for the time being, but a new problem immediately arose: what exactly did this person want to do?
Wei Xi wondered to himself, "Is this a extracted memory, or a separation of mind and body? Can Zuo Fei really be that powerful?"

While it's certainly cool to send a living person back from thousands of years ago, Wei Xi is now at the mercy of others and can't reveal the details.

Imagine if she bluntly asked, "Did Zuo Fei do this to you?" or "I know everything about Dongyi." If she offended it with those words, Wei Xi's jawline and the area above her nose might be permanently gone.

Before Wei Xi could rack his brains, he heard the illusory figure say sternly, "Alright, I'm not messing with you anymore! Quickly lie down and let your bone structure dissolve. Even though you're good-looking, you can't be picky anymore!"

"We're kind of destined to meet. If you're unhappy with something about yourself, just tell me, and I'll make some adjustments for you. Nobody else offers that service!"

These words left everyone bewildered, yet the illusory figure's attitude remained perfectly natural.

Wei Xi refused to listen to strangers' nonsense. Having reached a certain age, a rebellious streak ignited within him, and he declared bluntly, "No!"

We can't even beat Wei Xi's little finger right now (laughs). Let's let Wei Xi form a core first!