Chapter 81: Reunion
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With Song Qingshi’s injury, it wasn’t convenient for him to move about. He felt uncomfortable without anything to study, so he asked Song Jincheng for some medical books. However, how could a slacker possibly be carrying study books on his person? Song Jincheng took out hundreds of novels from his mustard seed bag. Most of them were of silly boys who ventured into various adventures, conquered the hearts of peerless beauties, got powerful monster pets as younger brothers, and then kept leveling up, soaring all the way to immortality… …
He took Song Qingshi’s “Three Tiger-Fighting Brothers” and read through a few pages, saying that he’s never read any of this author’s work. He felt that the style was relatively old, the plot was too abusive of the protagonist and it wasn’t refreshing enough. But reading it carefully, he found it was quite interesting, only that he didn’t know where to buy the rest of the series.
Song Qingshi replied, “It seems that it hasn’t been published yet. I also want to know the ending.”
Song Jincheng said that in the future, he’ll have a bookstore owner he was on familiar terms with be on the lookout for it.
Song Qingshi thought for a while, and felt that sharpening the axe won’t make the wood-splitting take longer, and his current physical condition was not suitable for energy-consuming things so, it was better to read novels to relax his mind and adjust his mood. He’ll think of other matters after he recovers from his injuries. So, he picked up a novel that Song Jincheng recommended and read it carefully.
These novels were really interesting.
Song Qingshi considered himself to be a calm, level-headed person, but these books have got even his blood burning. He was itching to find a secret realm and go exploring, to see if he could find magical herbs and mushrooms that could resurrect the dead like the ones in the novel. And there were all those interesting medicines too…like the ones that could arouse passion with a single whiff and could only be relieved by having a tumble between the sheets. He quickly took out his notebook and wrote out a drug analysis. He listed the drugs he knew that stimulated the skin and nervous system. He felt that the concept of the drugs in the novel were very magical. No matter what kind of love drug, a Tranquility Pill could suppress its effects, and if not, soaking in cold water would take care of it… How could a drug result in death unless it’s resolved through sexual intercourse?
He bit the barrel of his pen and thought hard about the formula for a new type of poison. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt like an idiot. Why did he even have to consider such a troublesome poison? Occupational habits were hard to shake…
Song Jincheng didn’t like fasting pills, so he ran out to buy food.
Song Qingshi felt that the window had been closed for too and the room was starting to feel stuffy. This wasn’t conducive to an injured patient’s recovery. He got out of bed and limped over to open the window. He then sat back on the Luohan bed under the window, basking in the sun, eating snacks, and reading a book.
The weather was good. The sun was warm. There was a slight musty smell on the inn’s mats, which he managed to remove after a few cleaning spells. The grapes were delicious, but peeling and removing the seeds was too troublesome. After eating two of them, he didn’t feel like eating any more…
He’d been reading books for quite some time. He rubbed his sore neck, tried to stretch his body but ended up pulling on his injured ribs. He gasped with pain. Suddenly, he felt a lot of strange eyes next to him. He looked back, on guard, and found that outside the window, it was crowded with small birds — sparrows, skylarks, cuckoos… all kinds, several rows of them, all of them looking at him curiously with their heads tilted.
This situation was unreasonable.
Song Qingshi checked his body. He couldn’t find any bird food on him. He sunk deep in thought.
Probably… the innkeeper likes to feed the birds? So the birds come here looking for food?
Ktf ylgvr revvfcis vlrqfgrfv. Mgbw j vlrajcmf, j yfjealoei gfv lwwbgaji ylgv oifk lc. Pa kjr bo wfvlew rlhf, klat ubivfc gfv klcur, ibcu ajli, jcv vjgx ubivfc fsfr. Pa mlgmifv tlw aklmf, jcv atfc ijcvfv bc tlr rtbeivfg. Pa ifa bea j mbeqif bo rkffa mtlgqr, jcv cehhifv nlubgberis jujlcra tlr mtffx obg j ibcu alwf. Pa atfc qfmxfv tlr fjg joofmalbcjafis. Vbcu Hlcurtl kjr j ilaaif tjqqs. Lf erejiis vlv j iba bo jclwji fzqfglwfcar jcv tf vlvc’a tjnf j mbccfmalbc klat jclwjir. Jjar, vbur, gjyylar, wlmf jcv qjggbar vlvc’a ilxf tlw. Lf uba jibcu j yla yfaafg klat yea mbiv-yibbvfv jclwjir ilxf gfqalifr jcv ilhjgvr…
He liked this beautiful immortal bird. He scratched its face carefully and tried to feed it grapes.
The immortal bird seemed to have a smile in its eyes. It pecked lightly on his lips, and then spread its wings and flew away.
Song Qingshi touched his lips, lost in thought…
He has no memory of kissing.
So, was his first kiss taken away by a bird?
…
On the Inextinguishable Peak, on the golden throne surrounded by countless red vines, Shenjun finally revealed an unprecedented real smile. “Found him.”
Over the years, he has become more and more disgusted with the filthiness of the world, and he, with his actual body, seldom left Wutong Tower.
Therefore, he used the Blood King Vine as a carrier. He poured his spiritual thoughts into it, and made many avatars and identities, scattered all over the world. He controlled them to supervise those restless existences, to come in contact with dirty places, or do those irrelevant matters that were inconvenient for the god to handle in person.
The avatar and the deity’s actual body’s perception were interlinked. They were just like extensions of his body. Save for having weaker strength, there was no difference.
The god felt the aura of the Phoenix Blood. Regrettably, his cultivation base back then was insufficient, and his technique for making formations was immature. He was just barely able to complete the soul imprint, this high-level complex formation. And so, he could not determine the position of the soul imprint from a distance. He needed to survey a bit and when it is within a hundred miles, he could more accurately pinpoint the position of the aura.
To this end, he sent countless birds to serve as his eyes, searching frantically around the world. When he found a suspicious target, he used his avatar to approach and confirm.
He had already spent a lot of time, searching for traces, following his tracks. Finally, he has found his gem.
He thought that after three thousand years of waiting, he had become accustomed to exercising patience, and that he would be able to restrain the madness brought about by desire. However, when the immortal bird, transformed from his spiritual thoughts, discovered that person, he found that his desire was only sealed under a thin layer of ice. It only needed a feather to drop gently onto it, and countless cracks would appear on his reason, and the frenzied lava and magma would rush forth, destroying everything.
He needed to breathe, to calm down…
From Zhao Ye’s soul memory, he had already confirmed the fate of a tasker who has failed his mission. He had also confirmed that Song Qingshi would be washed of his memory and made to accept another mission. He thought this way was also good. Song Qingshi could forget that painful past of his, forget his embarrassing, intolerable appearance, and at the same time forget his madness and horror, starting anew.
He could pretend to be a normal person and use the most gentle and restrained ways to slowly get everything he wanted.
He won’t force, won’t plunder, won’t scare…
He had already plotted out countless schemes. He had control over the entire world. He could guide the other person step by step into the sweet trap he had set up. Just like in the past, he would fall in love with him again, voluntarily be controlled, voluntarily hand over his heart and body, voluntarily bear all the desires. From now on, the two of them would live a happy life.
His only worry was, who was Song Qingshi’s mission objective this time?
Whenever he thought about Song Qingshi bestowing his goodwill to the mission target, he became so jealous he could kill someone. But in order to ensure that Song Qingshi’s mission did not fail, he needed to find this guy and save his life. He’ll seize the rest of his life, place him under his control in luxurious house arrest. Afterwards, he will substitute himself for the mission target and take his place.
He needed to be careful at every step. He can’t fail…
Shenjun forcefully suppressed the madness in his body and then controlled his mental probe. He thought about the injuries on Song Qingshi’s body, and let the magical red immortal bird fly to a remote corner. It scattered into countless golden rays of light and then re-gathered, turning into a black-clothed man with a silver mask— this was the avatar he had placed in the Medicine King’s Valley. Both his identity and status were suitable. He would be able to get close to the two to find out the current situation.
…
Song Jincheng happily ran back to the inn holding a bunch of snacks and new novels. He saw a man in black with a tall and straight bearing standing by the door. He then saw the simple silver mask on the man’s face and those icy phoenix eyes under the mask and he was so scared that the things he was carrying rolled to the ground. He almost cried out, “Martial…”
He covered his mouth tightly and turned his head. He was panicked, and wanted to escape.
Why was the Medicine King’s Valley’s Martial Great-uncle here?! Isn’t he out travelling?!
The terrifying deeds of his Martial Great-uncle flashed madly in his mind…
The Martial Great-uncle of the Medicine King’s Valley was called Yue Xiansheng. It was said that he was a Fen Shen ancestor who has lived for thousands of years. He was also the guardian of the Medicine King’s Valley. He was serious and reserved. He usually lived in the valley. He rarely left or accepted visitors. The only thing he liked was raising little white mice. Thanks to his efforts, the Medicine King’s Valley now had not only a variety of mice, special mice, but also rats, goats, monkeys and other animal test subjects. They had a huge amount of them. The teachers and senior brothers and sisters who were researching medicine needed to ensure that a medicine can safely be used on the animal test subjects before further experiments can be conducted on humans.
Song Jincheng was lucky enough to have seen the Martial Great-uncle twice. One time, a shameless senior brother attempted to force his affections on a senior sister and almost made an ugly scandal. The Martial Great-uncle was furious and condemned him in public. He was beaten with fifty lashes until his skin was torn and his flesh left gaping. His cultivation base was abolished and he was then expelled from the valley. There was another time when some seniors who had inflated opinions of themselves studied the prescription left by the Medicine King’s Valley’s Great Master Song. In the end, their attempt at refining the pill was an utter failure. They complained that the prescription left by Great Master Song was unreasonable and that there was no way it could be made into a pill. Their words had rather disrespectful intentions. Martial Great-uncle, who had never practiced alchemy, discovered this somehow. In front of everyone, he refined the pill of this complicated prescription in one go, proving its validity. Then, for disrespect towards the Great Master and for having little learning, each of them were given three lashings and were made to do problem exercises in the back of the mountain for three years. When they came out… every apprentice was in a daze, and several of the senior brothers had gone bald. They were handsome and spirited no longer…
He had to calm down…
There were thousands of apprentices and valley servants within the Medicine King’s Valley. Yue Xiansheng had only seen him from a distance and amidst the crowd. He shouldn’t be able to recognize him.
While encouraging himself, Song Jincheng turned around calmly, quietly retreating.
Yue Xiansheng unhurriedly called out his name, “Song Jincheng, stop.”
“Ma-Martial Great-uncle,” Song Jincheng’s foot stopped in mid-air and then slowly dropped. He turned around with a woebegone look. He looked at the Martial Great-uncle’s unfeeling eyes, and felt that he wouldn’t be able to keep his natural and unrestrained locks of hair for long. He hastily knelt down and confessed his guilt, wailing, “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have missed school. Please spare me!”
Yue Xiansheng threw him a disgusted look. Calculating the time, he used his mental probe to see the situation inside. He then opened the door and walked in.
Song Jincheng quickly crawled in after him.
Song Qingshi had just finished reading the novel in his hand and was about to have a drink of water and take a break. He saw Song Jincheng rolling and crawling, a kiss-up expression all over his face, as he followed a strange man wearing a mask into the room. The two looked very familiar with each other. He then found that this unfamiliar man was staring intently at him. Although those dark golden eyes were very beautiful, they carried an indistinct sense of pain, as though he wanted to take him apart and swallow him into his belly.
Why was he pained? Why did he want to swallow him up?
Song Qingshi’s thoughts were a little slow. Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind. Thinking of the large sum he owed, could it be…
He hurriedly sat up straight and said sincerely:
“I will pay it back.”
Chapter 81: Reunion
Sponsored Content
With Song Qingshi’s injury, it wasn’t convenient for him to move about. He felt uncomfortable without anything to study, so he asked Song Jincheng for some medical books. However, how could a slacker possibly be carrying study books on his person? Song Jincheng took out hundreds of novels from his mustard seed bag. Most of them were of silly boys who ventured into various adventures, conquered the hearts of peerless beauties, got powerful monster pets as younger brothers, and then kept leveling up, soaring all the way to immortality… …
He took Song Qingshi’s “Three Tiger-Fighting Brothers” and read through a few pages, saying that he’s never read any of this author’s work. He felt that the style was relatively old, the plot was too abusive of the protagonist and it wasn’t refreshing enough. But reading it carefully, he found it was quite interesting, only that he didn’t know where to buy the rest of the series.
Song Qingshi replied, “It seems that it hasn’t been published yet. I also want to know the ending.”
Song Jincheng said that in the future, he’ll have a bookstore owner he was on familiar terms with be on the lookout for it.
Song Qingshi thought for a while, and felt that sharpening the axe won’t make the wood-splitting take longer, and his current physical condition was not suitable for energy-consuming things so, it was better to read novels to relax his mind and adjust his mood. He’ll think of other matters after he recovers from his injuries. So, he picked up a novel that Song Jincheng recommended and read it carefully.
These novels were really interesting.
Song Qingshi considered himself to be a calm, level-headed person, but these books have got even his blood burning. He was itching to find a secret realm and go exploring, to see if he could find magical herbs and mushrooms that could resurrect the dead like the ones in the novel. And there were all those interesting medicines too…like the ones that could arouse passion with a single whiff and could only be relieved by having a tumble between the sheets. He quickly took out his notebook and wrote out a drug analysis. He listed the drugs he knew that stimulated the skin and nervous system. He felt that the concept of the drugs in the novel were very magical. No matter what kind of love drug, a Tranquility Pill could suppress its effects, and if not, soaking in cold water would take care of it… How could a drug result in death unless it’s resolved through sexual intercourse?
He bit the barrel of his pen and thought hard about the formula for a new type of poison. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt like an idiot. Why did he even have to consider such a troublesome poison? Occupational habits were hard to shake…
Song Jincheng didn’t like fasting pills, so he ran out to buy food.
Song Qingshi felt that the window had been closed for too and the room was starting to feel stuffy. This wasn’t conducive to an injured patient’s recovery. He got out of bed and limped over to open the window. He then sat back on the Luohan bed under the window, basking in the sun, eating snacks, and reading a book.
The weather was good. The sun was warm. There was a slight musty smell on the inn’s mats, which he managed to remove after a few cleaning spells. The grapes were delicious, but peeling and removing the seeds was too troublesome. After eating two of them, he didn’t feel like eating any more…
He’d been reading books for quite some time. He rubbed his sore neck, tried to stretch his body but ended up pulling on his injured ribs. He gasped with pain. Suddenly, he felt a lot of strange eyes next to him. He looked back, on guard, and found that outside the window, it was crowded with small birds — sparrows, skylarks, cuckoos… all kinds, several rows of them, all of them looking at him curiously with their heads tilted.
This situation was unreasonable.
Song Qingshi checked his body. He couldn’t find any bird food on him. He sunk deep in thought.
Probably… the innkeeper likes to feed the birds? So the birds come here looking for food?
Ktf ylgvr revvfcis vlrqfgrfv. Mgbw j vlrajcmf, j yfjealoei gfv lwwbgaji ylgv oifk lc. Pa kjr bo wfvlew rlhf, klat ubivfc gfv klcur, ibcu ajli, jcv vjgx ubivfc fsfr. Pa mlgmifv tlw aklmf, jcv atfc ijcvfv bc tlr rtbeivfg. Pa ifa bea j mbeqif bo rkffa mtlgqr, jcv cehhifv nlubgberis jujlcra tlr mtffx obg j ibcu alwf. Pa atfc qfmxfv tlr fjg joofmalbcjafis. Vbcu Hlcurtl kjr j ilaaif tjqqs. Lf erejiis vlv j iba bo jclwji fzqfglwfcar jcv tf vlvc’a tjnf j mbccfmalbc klat jclwjir. Jjar, vbur, gjyylar, wlmf jcv qjggbar vlvc’a ilxf tlw. Lf uba jibcu j yla yfaafg klat yea mbiv-yibbvfv jclwjir ilxf gfqalifr jcv ilhjgvr…
He liked this beautiful immortal bird. He scratched its face carefully and tried to feed it grapes.
The immortal bird seemed to have a smile in its eyes. It pecked lightly on his lips, and then spread its wings and flew away.
Song Qingshi touched his lips, lost in thought…
He has no memory of kissing.
So, was his first kiss taken away by a bird?
…
On the Inextinguishable Peak, on the golden throne surrounded by countless red vines, Shenjun finally revealed an unprecedented real smile. “Found him.”
Over the years, he has become more and more disgusted with the filthiness of the world, and he, with his actual body, seldom left Wutong Tower.
Therefore, he used the Blood King Vine as a carrier. He poured his spiritual thoughts into it, and made many avatars and identities, scattered all over the world. He controlled them to supervise those restless existences, to come in contact with dirty places, or do those irrelevant matters that were inconvenient for the god to handle in person.
The avatar and the deity’s actual body’s perception were interlinked. They were just like extensions of his body. Save for having weaker strength, there was no difference.
The god felt the aura of the Phoenix Blood. Regrettably, his cultivation base back then was insufficient, and his technique for making formations was immature. He was just barely able to complete the soul imprint, this high-level complex formation. And so, he could not determine the position of the soul imprint from a distance. He needed to survey a bit and when it is within a hundred miles, he could more accurately pinpoint the position of the aura.
To this end, he sent countless birds to serve as his eyes, searching frantically around the world. When he found a suspicious target, he used his avatar to approach and confirm.
He had already spent a lot of time, searching for traces, following his tracks. Finally, he has found his gem.
He thought that after three thousand years of waiting, he had become accustomed to exercising patience, and that he would be able to restrain the madness brought about by desire. However, when the immortal bird, transformed from his spiritual thoughts, discovered that person, he found that his desire was only sealed under a thin layer of ice. It only needed a feather to drop gently onto it, and countless cracks would appear on his reason, and the frenzied lava and magma would rush forth, destroying everything.
He needed to breathe, to calm down…
From Zhao Ye’s soul memory, he had already confirmed the fate of a tasker who has failed his mission. He had also confirmed that Song Qingshi would be washed of his memory and made to accept another mission. He thought this way was also good. Song Qingshi could forget that painful past of his, forget his embarrassing, intolerable appearance, and at the same time forget his madness and horror, starting anew.
He could pretend to be a normal person and use the most gentle and restrained ways to slowly get everything he wanted.
He won’t force, won’t plunder, won’t scare…
He had already plotted out countless schemes. He had control over the entire world. He could guide the other person step by step into the sweet trap he had set up. Just like in the past, he would fall in love with him again, voluntarily be controlled, voluntarily hand over his heart and body, voluntarily bear all the desires. From now on, the two of them would live a happy life.
His only worry was, who was Song Qingshi’s mission objective this time?
Whenever he thought about Song Qingshi bestowing his goodwill to the mission target, he became so jealous he could kill someone. But in order to ensure that Song Qingshi’s mission did not fail, he needed to find this guy and save his life. He’ll seize the rest of his life, place him under his control in luxurious house arrest. Afterwards, he will substitute himself for the mission target and take his place.
He needed to be careful at every step. He can’t fail…
Shenjun forcefully suppressed the madness in his body and then controlled his mental probe. He thought about the injuries on Song Qingshi’s body, and let the magical red immortal bird fly to a remote corner. It scattered into countless golden rays of light and then re-gathered, turning into a black-clothed man with a silver mask— this was the avatar he had placed in the Medicine King’s Valley. Both his identity and status were suitable. He would be able to get close to the two to find out the current situation.
…
Song Jincheng happily ran back to the inn holding a bunch of snacks and new novels. He saw a man in black with a tall and straight bearing standing by the door. He then saw the simple silver mask on the man’s face and those icy phoenix eyes under the mask and he was so scared that the things he was carrying rolled to the ground. He almost cried out, “Martial…”
He covered his mouth tightly and turned his head. He was panicked, and wanted to escape.
Why was the Medicine King’s Valley’s Martial Great-uncle here?! Isn’t he out travelling?!
The terrifying deeds of his Martial Great-uncle flashed madly in his mind…
The Martial Great-uncle of the Medicine King’s Valley was called Yue Xiansheng. It was said that he was a Fen Shen ancestor who has lived for thousands of years. He was also the guardian of the Medicine King’s Valley. He was serious and reserved. He usually lived in the valley. He rarely left or accepted visitors. The only thing he liked was raising little white mice. Thanks to his efforts, the Medicine King’s Valley now had not only a variety of mice, special mice, but also rats, goats, monkeys and other animal test subjects. They had a huge amount of them. The teachers and senior brothers and sisters who were researching medicine needed to ensure that a medicine can safely be used on the animal test subjects before further experiments can be conducted on humans.
Song Jincheng was lucky enough to have seen the Martial Great-uncle twice. One time, a shameless senior brother attempted to force his affections on a senior sister and almost made an ugly scandal. The Martial Great-uncle was furious and condemned him in public. He was beaten with fifty lashes until his skin was torn and his flesh left gaping. His cultivation base was abolished and he was then expelled from the valley. There was another time when some seniors who had inflated opinions of themselves studied the prescription left by the Medicine King’s Valley’s Great Master Song. In the end, their attempt at refining the pill was an utter failure. They complained that the prescription left by Great Master Song was unreasonable and that there was no way it could be made into a pill. Their words had rather disrespectful intentions. Martial Great-uncle, who had never practiced alchemy, discovered this somehow. In front of everyone, he refined the pill of this complicated prescription in one go, proving its validity. Then, for disrespect towards the Great Master and for having little learning, each of them were given three lashings and were made to do problem exercises in the back of the mountain for three years. When they came out… every apprentice was in a daze, and several of the senior brothers had gone bald. They were handsome and spirited no longer…
He had to calm down…
There were thousands of apprentices and valley servants within the Medicine King’s Valley. Yue Xiansheng had only seen him from a distance and amidst the crowd. He shouldn’t be able to recognize him.
While encouraging himself, Song Jincheng turned around calmly, quietly retreating.
Yue Xiansheng unhurriedly called out his name, “Song Jincheng, stop.”
“Ma-Martial Great-uncle,” Song Jincheng’s foot stopped in mid-air and then slowly dropped. He turned around with a woebegone look. He looked at the Martial Great-uncle’s unfeeling eyes, and felt that he wouldn’t be able to keep his natural and unrestrained locks of hair for long. He hastily knelt down and confessed his guilt, wailing, “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have missed school. Please spare me!”
Yue Xiansheng threw him a disgusted look. Calculating the time, he used his mental probe to see the situation inside. He then opened the door and walked in.
Song Jincheng quickly crawled in after him.
Song Qingshi had just finished reading the novel in his hand and was about to have a drink of water and take a break. He saw Song Jincheng rolling and crawling, a kiss-up expression all over his face, as he followed a strange man wearing a mask into the room. The two looked very familiar with each other. He then found that this unfamiliar man was staring intently at him. Although those dark golden eyes were very beautiful, they carried an indistinct sense of pain, as though he wanted to take him apart and swallow him into his belly.
Why was he pained? Why did he want to swallow him up?
Song Qingshi’s thoughts were a little slow. Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind. Thinking of the large sum he owed, could it be…
He hurriedly sat up straight and said sincerely:
“I will pay it back.”
