Chapter 114 "Junior Sister Xiaoyuan, do you still remember me?"

Or let it escape.

Fu Tingyun was not surprised, just a little regretful.

He withdrew the spiritual consciousness that he had placed in Su Xiaoyuan's soul. The system must have discovered his actions and would be on guard next time. It would be useless to keep it any longer, so he had to think of a new way.

However, this time it was not a complete failure. It took the system half a minute to detect the existence of his spiritual consciousness, which shows that the thing is not invincible.

More importantly, he overheard the conversation between Su Xiaoyuan and that thing.

She only needed to complete the mission and go home, without worrying about his life or death, but she was willing to give up going home to find out when and how he died.

At that moment, Fu Tingyun felt as if something in the puppet's chest suddenly jumped.

So she still cared about him a little... maybe more than a little.

A feeling similar to being slightly tipsy and drunk spread through his mind. He stood on the deck of the wing boat, but his feet seemed to be stepping on clouds. His chest swelled, as if an invisible sail had been spread, and his whole body seemed to be about to rise up with the wind, just like the first time he flew with a sword at the age of six.

No, the first flight could not be compared with it at all. It was more like flying from the abyss to the sky in an instant.

He wanted to return to Taiyan immediately and embrace her with his real body, but the remaining trace of rationality stopped him.

She had finally changed her mind about him and was no longer so afraid of him, so she couldn't act rashly and scare him now.

At this moment, the communication ring rang.

He calmed himself down and asked in a calm and even voice, "Xiao Yuan, haven't you gone to class yet?"

The girl's voice was mixed with the whirring sound of the wind: "I'm on the crane car."

Although she pretended to be calm, he could still detect a hint of worry in her voice.

"What happened?" he asked.

The girl hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Fu Tingyun, have you met Ling Yue Xianzun's master, Xuji Daojun?"

Fu Tingyun was a little surprised. He thought she was worried about finding a Taoist partner, but he didn't expect that she would ask about the soul seal first.

It felt like an orange candy was slowly melting in my heart, with hints of sour and sweet oozing out.

"I've met him several times," Fu Tingyun said, "Why are you asking about him suddenly?"

"I just suddenly remembered..." Su Xiaoyuan said, "What kind of person is Xuji Daojun?"

Fu Tingyun pondered for a moment and gave a fair evaluation: "He has a broad mind, a free and easy temperament, respects teachers and respects morality, and has a sense of justice. His cultivation and talent are also quite good among ordinary people. In every way, he is a good person, but he is a bit talkative."

The girl seemed quite surprised and murmured, "He's a good man... So how did he treat Immortal Master Ling Yue?"

Fu Tingyun: "He brought him back from the mortal world to the sect, raised him with great care, and taught him all his life's skills. He is a good master."

"Then Immortal Master Ling Yue must have deep feelings for his master, right?" Su Xiaoyuan asked after a moment of silence.

He has no feelings for his master, he has no feelings for anyone except you.

He wanted to say that, but she would definitely think of him as a heartless monster.

Although he is, the monster can disguise.

"Well," he replied, "After all, I'm the one who raised him, so naturally I'm closer to him than others."

Su Xiaoyuan's heart felt like salt had been poured on him. He must not have known that his closest master had planted a destructive device in his soul. Why? Was Xuji Daojun a well-disguised villain, fooling everyone?

Or is there any compelling reason?

She turned the ring and whispered after a while, "Like this..."

Fu Tingyun could hear her sadness. She was soft-hearted and kind-hearted. Knowing that his master had stolen his soul seal and that he would die from the backlash of the seal in the future, did she feel a little pity for him?

For the first time in his life, he felt a little grateful to his master.

Su Xiaoyuan wanted to ask the puppet man about the Soul Seal again, but then she changed her mind and thought that this matter must be very confidential. Even the Immortal Master himself might not know about it, so how could an old puppet possibly know about it.

Just at this moment, the spiritual crane began to descend. Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly held onto the horizontal bar in front of her and said to the ring, "We're almost at the class. I'll communicate with you tonight."

After the communication was disconnected, the cloud car also stopped in front of the classroom.

When Su Xiaoyuan walked into the classroom, Ruan Mianmian and Yu Yingchun had already arrived. They were reading a book together, laughing happily.

Her best friend looked up and noticed her, and waved to her: "Xiao Yuanzi, why are you here so late? I saved a seat for you."

Su Xiaoyuan sat down beside her.

Ruan Mianmian: "What's wrong with you? You look depressed. What's on your mind?"

Even someone as careless as her best friend noticed it, so Su Xiaoyuan quickly suppressed her emotions: "It's okay, it's okay, maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night."

"If you feel unwell, take a leave and go back to rest." Ruan Mianmian was still a little worried and touched her forehead. "You don't have a fever."

"Well, don't worry, Kaishan." Su Xiaoyuan said as she took out a notebook and charcoal pencil from her bag.

She tried hard to focus on her studies that day, but her mind still wandered from time to time.

The information she got from the system made it difficult for her not to care.

Why did the mission's deadline coincide with Ling Yue Xian Zun's death? What was the connection between the two? Was there a causal relationship between her mission and Ling Yue Xian Zun's death?

Her mission wouldn't kill him directly or indirectly, right?

Su Xiaoyuan's heart started beating wildly.

No, no, the system said that he would die from Chaos Desire, and the cause of death was the backlash of the Soul Seal.

Something seems to be wrong... When Xuji Daojun passed away, Lingyue Xianzun's cultivation had far surpassed his. It made no sense for him not to know that his soul had been tampered with. But if he knew that his dearest person had placed a destructive device on his soul, wouldn't he be angry and turn evil?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and her brain seemed to have turned into a paste.

She rubbed her temples hard, unable to think any further.

These are the boss's business and have nothing to do with her. What she should be worried about now is finding a Taoist partner.

She originally thought that as long as she slept with him, all her hopes would be pinned on the poisonous insect brought back by the puppet man. However, she didn't know that he would not only deceive her body but also her heart and marriage.

Although deceiving someone to steal their virginity is also excessive, it is not at the same level as marriage fraud.

She was in a mess the whole day. In the evening, she did not go to the dining hall with her best friends. She returned to her residence early, ate dinner made by the cube puppet, took a bath, and sat at the table to read the sword manual that Ling Yue Xianzun asked the deacon to bring her yesterday.

The sword manual was obviously written by Ling Yue Xianzun himself, because the handwriting was as vigorous and elegant as the one he usually wrote in his messages.

Su Xiaoyuan didn't pay attention to the sword moves, but she thought of the owner of this beautiful calligraphy. Her mood, which had finally calmed down, began to fluctuate again.

She simply closed the sword manual, took out the communication mirror, and called out the complex runes that she was already very familiar with. Her fingertips hovered over the mirror, only to realize that she had not thought of what to say in the message.

She wiped away the rune and put the mirror away.

Although she felt hopeless because she couldn't complete the mission and return to her own world, she didn't have to worry about killing Immortal Master Ling Yue, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as I put away the mirror, the ring of the communication ring rang.

She took two deep breaths and answered the call: "Fu Tingyun, why are you here so early tonight?"

"Xiao Yuan, guess who I met in the guesthouse on Juku Island?"

The puppet seemed to be in a good mood and even learned to keep people in suspense.

Su Xiaoyuan didn't know many people in the Immortal Spirit World, and most of the ones she knew were in the Yunyu Sect. "Could it be Sister Xiao?"

The puppet didn't answer. After a moment of silence, a long-lost voice came to his ears: "Junior Sister Xiaoyuan, do you still remember me?"

Su Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened her eyes wide and asked in disbelief, "Senior Brother Xiahou?"

Xiahou Che's voice was still gentle, but for some reason it was a little weak and trembling. "I'm astonished that Junior Sister still recognized my voice. I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye..."

"It's okay, it's okay," Su Xiaoyuan said hurriedly, "I'm just a little surprised to hear that you left the sect. How has Senior Brother Xiahou been doing lately?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Junior Sister."

"By the way, how did you end up in Jukuzhou?"

"I...I'm going to take care of some family matters..." Xiahou Che said, "By the way, I heard that you passed the trial and entered Taiyan. Congratulations."

"I got through by luck," Su Xiaoyuan said shyly, "Brother Xiahou, if you ever come to Taiyan, remember to look for Kaishan and me. We'll take you on a tour."

"Of course," Xiahou Che laughed heartily. "I'll have to trouble you guys when the time comes."

After a few pleasantries, Xiahou Che said, "I have something to do and will return to my room first. We'll talk next time."

After saying goodbye to her senior brother, Su Xiaoyuan said to the puppet, "I was shocked. What a coincidence that you ran into Senior Brother Xiahou. Does he look okay?"

Fu Tingyun glanced at the handsome man who was trapped in the formation, sitting in a chair unable to move, his face pale and sweating, and said lightly: "Very good, and a little fatter."

Su Xiaoyuan said disappointedly, "Huh? You've gained weight... How much weight?"

Fu Tingyun: "My face has gotten a lot fatter, about 30 kilograms."

Su Xiaoyuan: "No way?!"

Unlike Ling Yue Xianzun, a beauty with impeccable appearance and structure, Senior Brother Xiahou's appearance is more skin-deep than bone-deep, with soft facial lines. Gaining weight will ruin everything, and with thirty kilograms of flesh on him, he will definitely turn into a delicate fat man.

Xiahou Che's sunken cheeks twitched a few times.

"Are you feeling unwell today? Are you tired after a whole day of classes? What did you eat for three meals?" Fu Tingyun turned and walked out of the guest house, and as usual, asked Su Xiaoyuan about her daily life and diet in detail.

After Su Xiaoyuan finished presenting the three-meal menu, she asked, "Fu Tingyun, do you think there is any way to make Ling Yuexianzun and I become a Taoist couple?"

"You want to form a Taoist partnership with him?" the puppet asked calmly. "What kind of Taoist partnership?"

Su Xiaoyuan was surprised: "Is there more than one kind of Dao Couple Contract?"

"There are two types," the puppet explained, "one is the soul contract, and the other is the marriage contract."

"What's the difference?"

"After forming a Soul-Soul Contract, the souls of two people are connected and intertwined. Their spirits are connected and share weal and woe. Moreover, this contract cannot be broken. Even if one person dies, the remaining person cannot betray their partner, otherwise they will suffer the backlash of the contract and suffer the burning of their soul. A marriage contract is similar to a marriage certificate in the mortal world. If regrets arise, the contract can be broken, and the soul and spirit are no longer connected."

Su Xiaoyuan crossed her fingers and asked, "If we want to have a divine intercourse, what kind of intercourse do we want?"

"Only by forming a soul bond can we have spiritual intercourse."

Sure enough! Su Xiaoyuan knew that the task sent by the system would not be the second one.

"Are there many people who have formed a soul bond?" Su Xiaoyuan asked.

"Very rare." The puppet replied.

Su Xiaoyuan sighed. It was pretty much what she expected. It was difficult for a mortal to be faithful to one person for dozens or hundreds of years, let alone a cultivator who lived for hundreds or thousands of years.

Making a soul contract means being bound together forever. Even if the other person dies, you will be forced to remain a widow. It’s scary to think about it.

Only someone who has been in love for hundreds of years can do such a thing.

Immortal Master Ling Yue would have to be crazy to agree to this.

This is much more serious than marriage fraud in real life.

"Can your Gu... make him and me form a soul bond?"

Su Xiaoyuan actually didn't have much hope. Even the evil poison used by the Holy Son of Fengyue Sect didn't have such great power.

"The effects of this Gu vary from person to person," Fu Tingyun said casually, "Wait until I bring the Gu back, Xiaoyuan can try it."

Anyway, she can't use this poisonous insect.

Su Xiaoyuan: "...Okay."

The man and the puppet chatted for a few private words and then said good night to each other.

Fu Tingyun returned to the guest room, dragged a chair and sat down in front of Xiahou Che. He crossed his arms and glanced at him, breaking his mute spell.

The man's breath was weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. "I, I have done as you said... and you will also remove the evil aura from... from my body... How long will you torture me...?"

"Until you tell the truth."

"You...you're not a puppet..." Xia Houche gasped for air, "Who are you?"

Fu Tingyun moved his fingers, and Xiahou Che felt as if a long needle had pierced into his forehead and was churning in his head. The severe pain made his eyes go black and he almost vomited.

Fu Tingyun waited until his face turned pale before he said, "I'm the one asking you a question."

Xiahou Che nodded weakly: "I...I understand..."

"Why did you find that escaped demonic breath?" the puppet asked slowly.

"I... I said... yes, it was it that found me..."

The puppet raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took out a small black bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the cork, and poured it into Xiahou Che's mouth without saying a word.

Xiahou Che's face wrinkled because of the bitter and astringent medicine: "What...what is this...poison?"

"Veritaserum." said the puppet.

Xia Hou Che wanted to curse loudly: "...Since you already have this kind of thing, why do you still need to use torture to extract a confession?"

Fu Tingyun raised his chin confidently and said, "This is a personal revenge."

Xiahou Che: "..."

Fu Tingyun: "I'll ask you again, who told you to go find that demonic aura?"

Xiahou Che tried his best to purse his lips, but a mysterious force forced him to open his mouth, and the truth kept pouring out: "One day, a voice suddenly appeared in my head, asking if I wanted to repair... repair my spiritual roots, restore my cultivation, and take back everything that belongs to me...

"He said that the world is about to undergo a drastic change, and a new Demon Lord will soon emerge. That Demon Lord was originally a mortal, but by chance, he received the help of a wisp of demonic energy, thus becoming the new Son of Fortune. I... I can seize this opportunity, seize his fortune, become the Demon Lord, and obtain everything I want..."

Fu Tingyun: "Did that voice call itself 'System'?"

Xia Hou Che looked at him in astonishment: "How do you know... Could it be that you also..."

Before he could finish his words, the severe pain came again.

"I told you, I'm the one asking you questions."

Xia Houche collapsed in his chair, nearly fainting, and said with his dying breath, "I... I understand..."

"Tell me exactly what it said to you, without omitting a single word."