Chapter 39 First Attempt at Spiritual Communication and Transformation

Mingjian's eyes widened, his eyelashes still damp: ? ? ?

What's so funny?

He's about to die.

Mingjian gritted his teeth in anger, rushed to the bedside, and kicked Xiao Bumian in the shin. "It's not funny, you're not allowed to laugh."

At first, he only wanted to enter the secret realm to find the Blood Spirit Grass. He just wanted to successfully establish his foundation, listen to his master, and live a little longer, to live a good life.

He did nothing wrong, so why does he have to die?

Why should I?

Ming felt increasingly aggrieved as he thought about it, so he gritted his teeth and held back the tears welling up in his eyes.

He won't cry.

"I don't know which merman wants to possess me, but if I really die, you must kill him too," Mingjian said listlessly.

With a hoarse voice, he pulled off the Qiankun bag at his waist, the jade buckle on the tassel jingling. He turned his face and handed it to Xiao Bumian, "There are spirit stones and pills I've saved up for many years in here. I don't know if you'll need them, but consider it my reward."

Xiao Bumian tilted his head slightly, his dark hair slipping down his shoulder. "Why are you so sure it's a mermaid's egg?"

Mingjian was taken aback. Xiao Bumian's calm and composed demeanor made the huge weight hanging in his heart sway.

He hurriedly rolled up his sleeve and held his arm up to Xiao Bumian's eyes, "Look, the wound on my hand has healed. And now my whole body is full of spiritual energy, completely different from a few days ago..."

A few days ago, he couldn't use his spiritual power and was no different from an ordinary person. Walking for half an hour would make him pant.

Xiao Bumian suddenly leaned closer. Mingjian subconsciously held her breath, watching his deep eyes get closer and closer, so close that she could count his long eyelashes.

"Why are you blinking?" Xiao Bumian suddenly said.

Mingjian then realized that he had unconsciously blinked several times.

After a long while, Xiao Bumian turned his head and scoffed, "Fool."

Mingjian: "...?"

Xiao Bumian had already gotten up and left the bed, his plain white robe rippling at his feet. He walked to the dressing table and sat down, his long, slender fingers holding the jade comb.

Mingjian stood there dumbfounded, when suddenly a thought struck him, and his eyes lit up. He trotted over to Xiao Bumian and squatted down beside him, his eyes filled with twinkling starlight as he looked up: "So I won't be possessed by a merman, right?"

Xiao Bumian was listless.

I don't want to talk.

Mingjian squatted on the ground, looking up at him pitifully.

It seemed that only what came from Xiao Bumian's mouth could be believed.

Xiao Bumian tied up his hair, turned to look at him, and raised his hand to show Mingjian his spiritual power.

Unexpectedly, Mingjian suddenly placed her head in his palm, blinked, and looked at him expectantly.

A warm touch came from her palm. Xiao Bumian lowered her eyes and met Ming Jian's wet gaze, then suddenly turned her face away.

A soft laugh escaped from his throat, exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

He smiled and said, "Well, I just wanted you to see that my spiritual power is the same as yours."

Mingjian was stunned for a moment, then moved his head away from Xiao Bumian's hand.

"Then show it to me quickly!" Mingjian urged.

Xiao Bumian regretted it, for he suddenly thought of a fun idea.

So he beckoned to Mingjian, "Come closer to me, and I'll show you."

Seeing that he was extremely agitated, he wanted to punch Xiao Bumian.

I wonder what kind of trouble this yandere is planning this time.

But Mingjian was feeling panicked, and he just wanted to hear from Xiao Bumian that he was still alive.

It slowly and hesitantly moved in front of Xiao Bumian.

The evening sunlight was just right, pouring through the window and casting dappled shadows on the ground, making the two people's shadows very long.

Time seemed to stand still.

Occasionally, the soft sound of fish swishing their tails could be heard outside the window, followed by a splash of water droplets that quickly subsided.

The breeze carried the crabapple blossoms across the eaves, and occasionally, a few petals swirled and landed beside the inkstone on the desk.

Xiao Bumian leaned forward slightly and pressed his forehead against Mingjian's forehead.

Mingjian froze, about to retreat, when he felt a warm spiritual current flow into him from the point of contact, flowing slowly through his meridians like a spring stream, even soothing his sea of ​​consciousness with a warm and comforting sensation.

Mingjian's legs went weak, and she almost fell into Xiao Bumian's arms.

I felt like I'd been electrocuted, like there was a tingling, numb sensation somewhere, a very strange feeling.

What followed was a faint sense of melancholy that enveloped him as his forehead pressed against his.

Ming blinked, but before he could fully grasp what that feeling was like, Xiao Bumian released him again.

Xiao Bumian's eyes were wet, his long, thick eyelashes drooped, and the tips of his ears had a suspicious blush.

Aside from feeling a little weak in the legs and excited, Mingjian didn't feel anything else. He asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Bumian glanced at him, remained silent for a while, and then said, "I just wanted to show you that your spiritual power is mine."

Mingjian suddenly realized, "Oh, no wonder I felt so comfortable when you pressed your forehead against mine."

"Ha." Xiao Bumian chuckled lightly, without offering any explanation.

Knowing that he wouldn't die, Mingjian finally felt relieved.

He happily started packing his things again.

Mingjian would only occasionally catch a glimpse of Xiao Bumian slumped over his desk, and he would reflect on his actions.

He always seemed like a vengeful ghost sucking people's life force. He was full of energy and couldn't wait to run around the princess's residence a few times, while Xiao Bumian looked listless.

Seeing that he felt a little guilty, Ming secretly took back the Qiankun bag that he had originally intended to give to Xiao Bumian. He opened it, rummaged through it, and pulled out a few high-grade spirit stones. Although he was reluctant, he still had to part with them. He turned his head away from the shiny spirit stones and pushed them in front of Xiao Bumian.

"You...you should take some more nourishment."

Xiao Bumian slightly raised his eyelids, but didn't say anything. He pulled the spirit stones in front of him and then lay down again.

Mingjian: "..."

Why would they actually accept it?!

Well, he looks listless, he probably needs some nourishment.

Mingjian adjusted his mood and stuffed all the things he needed to use in the past few days into his Qiankun bag.

Xiao Bumian simply watched without saying a word.

He had originally planned to ask Xiao Bumian where he was going while he was packing, so that he could take the opportunity to mention Rong Yunzhi's suggestion. But Xiao Bumian was eerily quiet, which made him feel uneasy.

After they finished packing, Mingjian tentatively asked, "Aren't you going to ask me where I'm going?"

Xiao Bumian stared at him for a second or two, then smiled with her eyes crinkling.

So where do you want to go?

Mingjian hesitated for a second, but still told him about moving to the side room next to the main courtyard.

He thought Xiao Bumian would ask something else, or like before when he came back late, say that he was unhappy.

No, there isn't.

Xiao Bumian simply smiled and asked gently, "Can I go with you?"

Mingjian thought for a moment and said, "But I've been very busy these past few days. Let's wait until the wedding dress curse is brought out before we talk about it."

He was still a little uneasy.

After all, Xiao Bumian's temperament is unpredictable; who knows if he might suddenly go crazy?

Xiao Bumian turned his head away without speaking, the silk ribbon hanging down to cover his eyebrows and eyes: "Whatever you say."

"Then I'm leaving." Mingjian lingered at the door, and seeing that Xiao Bumian was indeed not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief and left the room.

Xiao Bumian only stirred slightly after his figure had disappeared into the distance.

He watched Mingjian's departing figure, sat up, took off the ribbon from his head, and wrapped it around his wrist again.

Her long eyelashes drooped slightly.

That's strange.

Why does forehead-to-forehead contact feel more comfortable than tongue-to-lip contact with Mingjian?

He knew that forehead-to-forehead contact was another form of dual cultivation, but he originally just wanted to see Mingjian's frightened reaction. Why was he the one who was more excited?

Xiao Bumian frowned slightly, placed his hand on his chest, and felt his heart beating faster and faster there.

It's getting faster and faster.