Minglong

Chapter 139 Morning
The next day.

The weather cleared up, and the warm autumn sun shone on the window, with a faint fragrance of osmanthus drifting from the courtyard.

Xie Jinhuan got up, put on his robe, hung his weapon at his waist, picked up the belt and skirt from the ground, folded them neatly, and hung them on the clothes rack.

Between the curtains, the bespectacled woman lay facing inward, her black silk magic weapon lying to one side, her white, alabaster-like shoulder twitching occasionally.

However, her complexion is much rosier than before, and she seems to be glowing, which also seems to be related to the removal of some of the cold and dampness.

The chilling aura of the Crescent Moon Manor is, strictly speaking, a flaw in the cultivation technique, while the Immortal Burning Gu is a method developed by utilizing this flaw.

The method for dispelling cold taught by the ghost was indeed effective. Wan Yi, transformed into the River Goddess, became more and more energetic.

The price is that he becomes a cripple. The yin energy that was removed is all transferred to him, and if it accumulates too much, yin will become dominant and yang will become weak.

However, a man's yang energy is constantly replenished and will be metabolized in a few days, so there is no problem.

After tidying up, Xie Jinhuan took the handkerchief folded next to his pillow. It had a small red flower printed on it. His clothes were always torn to shreds when he fought, so he kept it in Wanyi's cabinet for fear of losing it.

After tidying up, Xie Jinhuan went to Wanyi again and looked her over carefully:

"Bowl?"

Lin Wanyi's shoulders hunched slightly. She glanced around and realized it was already dawn. She weakly pushed her arm away.

"It's dawn, you should go back now..."

Xie Jinhuan smiled and said, "I'll help you tidy up. You get some sleep."

Lin Wanyi's mind cleared a little, and her eyes turned to unspeakable shame. She pulled up the covers and covered her beautiful, flushed face:

"I can do it myself. I just want some peace and quiet right now."

"Do you want me to help you change the sheets and these?"

"Tch~ You have the nerve to say that? I can do it myself... You go back now, Zisu should be here soon..."

Xie Jinhuan leaned closer, pulled back the blanket, revealing her rosy cheeks:
"Are you just going to let me leave like this?"

Facing the cold, stern face so close to hers, Lin Wanyi's eyes were slightly dazed. After a moment's hesitation, she took out a few silver notes from the bedside table:

"You're all alone, it's not easy for you either, here's some pocket money for you..."

ha? !

Xie Jinhuan took a soft breath, thinking Wanyi was a bit mischievous, and reached her hand under the covers:
"I can't accept a reward without merit, so I'll have to serve you even better, Madam..."

"Hey~ No, no, no~"

Lin Wanyi shrank back: "I just wanted to give you some pocket money, what... what do you want?"

Xie Jinhuan said seriously, "Have you forgotten what I like best?"

Lin Wanyi bit her red lips lightly, thought for a moment, and responded weakly:

"Lying down?"

"Uh...that's a technique, I'm talking about the mental cultivation method!"

"The mental cultivation method..."

Lin Wanyi's head was spinning, but she still managed to remember and struggled to sit up:

"I'll cook for you, eat something before you go out..."

"Eh."

Xie Jinhuan patted his shoulder and said, "Just give me a feel for it, no need to really work hard."

Seeing this, Lin Wanyi began to straighten the man's clothes and earnestly instructed him:
"Don't work too hard when you're out there. You've been bullying me. If anything happens to you, I won't let you off the hook..."

She spoke softly, like a young wife instructing her husband to go out.

Xie Jinhuan was satisfied and leaned down to give him a quick kiss:
"Don't worry, don't you know what kind of person I am? I'm the one who deceives others, no one deceives me. What you should worry about are the evil forces outside."

Lin Wanyi pursed her lips, leaned forward to return the gesture, and then covered her face with her hands.
"Alright, alright, go ahead."

"Sleep well, I'll come see you later." "Huh?"

Lin Wanyi's fingers were so weak that she wanted to tell this wild bull spirit who was chewing on peonies to stop indulging in lust. She thought, "I'm not made of iron either."

But why would she stop him from causing trouble and instead save her energy to torment that little Taoist nun?

Thinking of this, Lin Wanyi didn't say anything, but just hummed softly under the covers.

Xie Jinhuan was still a little unsatisfied, so he leaned closer and suddenly pulled back the autumn quilt.

"ah!"

Lin Wanyi shrank back in fright, then jumped up, ready to beat this lawless scoundrel, but Xie Jinhuan turned and ran, disappearing out the window.

Click~
"You...you better not come back!"

Lin Wanyi hugged the quilt, her face flushed, and gave a fierce shout. Only after confirming that Xie Jinhuan had left did she become embarrassed and awkward, shrinking into the quilt, not daring to recall the absurd night. After pondering for a moment, she picked up the peony hairpin and played with it.

Perhaps because he was too tired, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow!

When I regained consciousness, I heard a loud knocking sound at the door, and:

"Auntie, auntie, the sun's already shining on your big white bottom..."

"Wanyi, aren't you going to eat breakfast? Your father has been waiting for you for ages..."

"hiss--!!"

a bolt from the blue!

Upon discovering her mother and the mischievous maidservants all at the door, Lin Wanyi suddenly woke up, nearly fainting from fright. She frantically sat up, shoving the sheets and blankets into the wardrobe, then hurriedly gathered the soft pillows she used for lumbar support, saying:

"Mother, I'm awake. I'm practicing my martial arts. I'll be out in a bit..."

"You brat, why aren't you learning proper medical skills? What are you doing practicing kung fu at home..."

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Northern part of Jingzhao Prefecture.

Merchant ships with billowing sails sailed upstream along the Luo River.

Below deck, in the narrow cabin, more than thirty people huddled together in complete silence, while in the middle of the cabin were more than a dozen boxes of cargo.

Zhang Chu stood at the back of the boat, his cloak fluttering in the wind, gazing anxiously at the river behind him.

He Can squatted inside the cabin, holding a bowl of scallion and egg noodles, and while enjoying his meal, he called out:

"Don't wait, let's eat first. If Third Master had gone through the process quickly, he would be nursing in his brooder by now."

Zhang Chu frowned and said coldly:

"Third Master may not be able to defeat him, but he can't die. The strength of ghost cultivators lies in their ability to possess another's body and resurrect their soul. Even if Xie Jinhuan can shatter the body, how can he bind the soul?"

He Can slurped up a few mouthfuls of noodles and replied:
"The world is unpredictable. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't escape bad luck. Even my master, who is cunning and shrewd, can still capsize if he's destined to. In my opinion, the path of cultivation is like a casino. You win by not gambling. When you encounter trouble, you should avoid it and focus on practicing your skills. Only then can you truly stand invincible."

Zhang Chu waited all night, but Third Master didn't follow. He figured things were probably hopeless, so he turned and went back to his cabin.
"What you're talking about is the cultivation method of the Hidden Immortal Sect, a bunch of deep-water old turtles. They are strong, but they live in obscurity and die without a sound. What does this world have to do with them? Furthermore, the demonic path adheres to 'survival of the fittest' and 'the strong prey on the weak.' If they abandon the survival of the fittest, can they still be called the demonic path?"

He Can shrugged slightly: "Scholars and merchants are all in cahoots. They dominate Dragon Bone Beach. Cultivators can make a living there by offering a pinch of their essence blood every month. If they get robbed, they can go to Yanbo City to file a complaint. They openly and honestly engage in demonic cultivation. It's all consensual. What can the various sects and schools do about it?"

Shang Lianbi's way of playing the game is the ideal world in the hearts of all demon cultivators, but the premise of playing like this is that you must first have the strength to dominate Dragon Bone Beach.

If the evil sorcerer doesn't slaughter cities and destroy villages, causing chaos and disorder throughout the world, where would he get the power to do so?
Zhang Chu ignored these words, went inside and sat down, looking at an accountant who was flipping through files:
"The court's attention has been diverted, and now is the perfect opportunity to redo the blood sacrifice array. How long will it take?"

The accountant, who was also a gofer, shook his head upon hearing this:
"The preparations are complete. If Third Master returns, we can take action today or tomorrow; if he doesn't, then we'll be in trouble, at least three or four days. Second Master is a prominent figure; he can't just disappear when things happen. We need to find a plausible excuse and arrange an escape route."

He Can slurped up his noodles and said, "Third Master definitely won't be coming back, so you're in trouble. This matter is most likely to fall through again. Speaking of which, the Imperial Observatory's people arrived so quickly, couldn't you have gone a little further?"

Zhang Chu spread his hands: "Mu Yunling in the Northwest, Wei Wuyi in the Northeast, Fanyun Temple in the Southwest, Li Chimo in the Southeast, where can they run to?"

The accountant nodded: "In the thirty-two states of the Great Qian Dynasty, each state has a sect in charge. The imperial court even pays to support barren lands, and a bunch of newcomers are vying to establish sects, all to prevent evil Taoists from using blood sacrifices to massacre cities."

He Can nodded: "Indeed, good will prevail over evil."

Zhang Chu was too lazy to waste time arguing with this jinx. Seeing that the two of them had started chatting, he got up and went to the back of the merchant ship to wait for the Third Master, whose farewell might be forever...

(End of this chapter)