Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Mu Goulin is innocent

According to the method Yan Xi Chuang said, Ye Nanque transmitted a wisp of demonic energy into Mu Jiulin's body without feeling any obstruction. Mu Jiulin's half-demon body was indeed very convenient. The protagonist's configuration was top-notch.

Ye Nanque was transferring his demonic energy while chatting with the system: "Being mixed-blood is good. This thing has two inherent educational systems."

System: [Some people may appear innocent, but secretly possess both demonic and spiritual energy.]

Ye Nanque: [Pure? Does Mu Jiulin look pure?]

System: [Don’t you think he’s impure?]

Ye Nanque secretly studied Mu Jiulin. His face was indeed deceptive. Putting his physique aside, judging by his face alone, Mu Jiulin wasn't exactly a gigolo. He did have a vague aura somewhere between a white rabbit and an old fox. How could one describe it? It seemed to be a unique aura, like what people in the community usually call a green tea...

Ye Nanque's nose felt hot, and he felt something was wrong. He quickly put his hand away and turned his face away: "How do you feel?"

Mu Jiulin didn't rush to gather his clothes. His bright eyes focused intently on Ye Nanque. "I feel great. After receiving Senior Brother's magic energy, the pain seems to be less severe."

Ye Nanque: "Since it doesn't hurt anymore, there's no need to apply medicine today."

Mu Jiulin was stunned for a moment, a look of annoyance flashing across his face. He smiled and said, "Well, but will it make you uncomfortable if you use the demonic energy in your body? I remember that you lost consciousness when you used the demonic energy last time."

Ye Nanque said: "It's just a little bit of demonic energy, it won't affect me."

Mu Jiulin thought thoughtfully, "Compared to before, Senior Brother seems to be controlling the demonic energy more and more freely."

Did he? Ye Nanque himself didn't feel anything, except that his eyes were brighter, his hands and feet were more flexible, and he could run dozens of miles in one breath without even breathing hard.

Mu Jiulin came over and said, "Brother, go to sleep."

Sleep, sleep! This child has been sleeping more and more recently. He is not in the growth stage anymore, so I don’t know why he sleeps so much!

Ye Nanque distanced himself from the two of them and said, "No, I'm going to have some tea and read the newspaper."

Mu Jiulin: "I'll pour tea for you, Senior Brother."

Ye Nanque glanced at him and said, "I'm not going to drink anymore. I'm going to the yard to enjoy the moon."

Mu Jiulin: "Then I'll go too."

Ye Nanque had a headache: "Why do you keep looking at me so closely every day? I won't run away...Okay, okay, what's with that expression! I was wrong, okay? If you want to follow me, just follow me."

In this peach blossom cottage, Mu Jiulin occupied the advantage of the terrain. When Ye Nanque saw him, he remembered what Cang Jun had said to him, and his heart, which had been hard to stand up towards Mu Jiulin, softened even more.

Ye Nanque had just stepped into the yard and was debating whether to sit on the swing and whether it would make him look unstable at his age when he heard a scream not far away.

Ye Nanque paused, looked at Mu Jiulin, and the two immediately chased in the direction of the scream.

Peach Blossom Lodge was located in a secluded area on the edge of the Holy Medical Sect, rarely visited except by patrolling disciples. When the two men reached a patch of withered grass and trees, they saw a young disciple, dressed in the garb of the Holy Medical Sect, lying on the ground.

Mu Jiulin stepped forward to take a look, and shook his head at Ye Nanque with a serious expression: "There is no breath."

Ye Nanque was about to step forward to inspect when he heard a flurry of footsteps. Knowing that his identity was not to be too conspicuous, Ye Nanque quickly stopped, covered his face, and distanced himself from the fallen disciple.

A patrol of disciples passed by: "Who?"

Mu Jiulin said, "It's me. I just heard the screams and came over. When I arrived, I saw this person lying on the ground. Can you see if it's someone you know?"

One of the patrolling disciples shouted, "Senior Brother He Yuan?! Shouldn't Senior Brother He Yuan be in the Huaxian Sect? How did he become like this…"

"Carry Senior Brother He Yuan to the Renxin Hall. Xin Yao, go and report to Master!"

"Young Master Mu, please come with us, and this... masked senior."

The masked senior, Ye Nanque, waved his hand and said, "I won't go over there. I'm just a passerby. If you have any questions, just ask Young Master Mu. He knows everything."

Mu Jiulin didn't want to separate from Ye Nanque, but Ye Nanque really wasn't suitable to show up in this situation. He approached Ye Nanque and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Brother, stay in Taohua Cottage and don't run around. I'll be back soon."

The tone was exactly the same as "Just don't run around in school, mom and dad will pick you up after school." Ye Nanque felt disgusted and responded perfunctorily.

After Mu Jiulin and the group of young disciples left, his ears became much quieter. He sat on the swing and swayed, watching the shadows of the branches in the yard cast in the moonlight. Sometimes they looked like sharp claws, sometimes like thin swords. A breeze blew, bringing coolness and clarity. Ye Nanque inexplicably got goose bumps all over his body.

When he looked again, the shadows of the trees merged into an inky black mass, slowly emerging from the ground.

Ye Nanque: […Really? Oh my…]

The black shadow was barely a human figure, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It was approaching Ye Nanque very slowly.

Ye Nanque felt a little headache, so he summoned Wuyin, concentrated his mind and energy, and exerted a little force.

Wuyin, who was supposed to unsheathe his sword, didn't use it.

Ye Nanque looked down suspiciously and saw that his right wrist was entangled by a vine that came from nowhere. The vine looked familiar, but he couldn't think too much about it. Seeing that the black shadow was getting closer and closer, he slapped the vine with his left hand, and held Wuyin in both hands. Just as he was about to chop at the black shadow, Ye Nanque felt someone stopping his waist.

Mu Jiulin's voice was heard in his ears: "Brother, it's me, wake up!"

Ye Nanque suddenly stopped moving, thinking that the voice was strange. This voice was Mu Jiulin's voice, and he couldn't help but pay attention.

As soon as he paused, the black shadow quickly attacked him. In order to protect himself, he could not think about the voice of Mu Jiulin who had just appeared, and used his sword to split the black shadow.

The moment the black shadow dispersed, Mu Jiulin suddenly appeared in front of him.

When did Mu Jiulin come back? Why did he suddenly appear here?

Ye Nanque was still confused and noticed a new wound on Mu Jiulin's shoulder, which was bleeding. He was about to ask, but when he looked down, he saw that the sword in his hand was stained with blood. He realized what was going on and froze in place.

"Junior Brother Mu? Did I hurt you?"

Mu Jiulin said, "When I came back, I saw my senior brother sitting on the swing with his eyes closed. He was surrounded by demonic energy. When he heard my voice, he opened his eyes but didn't recognize me. It was as if he had fallen into an illusion."

As he spoke, he walked towards Ye Nanque. Just as the two of them were getting closer, Ye Nanque suddenly raised his voice: "Don't come over, A-Lin."

Mu Jiulin stood where he was.

Ye Nanque took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't know why... I'm afraid I can't apply medicine to you. Find a bottle of medicine and apply it to the wound yourself. Also, did you use your spiritual energy to stop me just now? If you encounter this kind of situation in the future..."

What should I do in this situation? Call others to stop him? But he can't show up right now. Leave him alone? What if he hurts someone else?

Ye Nanque took a deep breath and could only say, "You are not allowed to use your spiritual energy recklessly."

He sheathed Wuyin and turned around: "I'll be staying in the side room these days, so don't come near me."

After returning to the house, Ye Nanque made a gesture and sealed Wuyin in the scabbard. He became a little restless and gathered with the system to analyze the situation.

Ye Nanque: [Originally, I portrayed this villain with 30% indifference, 40% talent, and 50% mastery.]

System: [Do I need to draw a fan chart for you?]

Ye Nanque: [Don't interrupt. What I mean is that I didn't find this difficult at first, and I felt like I had accomplished it. But now I have this strange feeling of being pushed back by fate, as if... as if...]

System: [What the hell?]

Ye Nanque said seriously, "It seems I have no choice. It feels like I really have to be the villain in this movie."

System: [Isn't it obvious? Your current reader satisfaction rating is 79, still short of a perfect score. Do you think the plot will let you off so easily? Hehe o(∩_∩)o]

The system smiled evilly.

Ye Nanque: [Brother Tong, which side are you on?]

System: [Center right.]

In order not to affect the relationship between himself and the system, Ye Nanque did not ask and just regarded himself as the "right".

He calmed down in the room for a while, not daring to sleep. He could only meditate, fearing that he would accidentally fall into the illusion again.

According to the system, he has not completed the task yet and is not free yet. Perhaps he needs to raise his score to 100 as soon as possible to be truly free.

But as a villain, Ye Nanque asked himself if he had done all the bad things, from being narrow-minded to destroying the world. Even now the entire cultivation world believes that he was executed by Mu Jiulin. What a perfect ending for a villain!

If this doesn't count as completing the mission, then what else can count as completing the mission! Does he really have to be killed by Mu Jiulin? Does it have to be so satisfying?

Even if he was willing, Mu Jiulin would not be willing.

Ye Nanque thought about it for a long time. At noon the next day, Mu Jiulin dared to knock on his door gently: "Brother, I made some soup. Do you want to come out and have some?"

Ye Nanque said in a muffled voice: "I'd better not go out, you drink it yourself."

Mu Jiulin paused outside the door and said, "Brother, I've thought about this for a long time. If it doesn't work out, we can go back to Tuzhou. There are few people there, and it's just me and you. We won't have to worry about hurting others. We can slowly figure out a solution then."

Although escaping back to Tuzhou would isolate him from other people, there was no guarantee that he would go crazy at Mu Jiulin. If Mu Jiulin did not use spiritual power, he would not be able to control him. If he used spiritual power, it would increase the toxicity of the rotten grass. No matter how you think about it, it is not a good solution.

The rotten grass on Mu Jiulin's body must be removed, and his illusion must also be resolved. Escape is not an option...

Ye Nanque's head started to hurt again, and he felt restless and irritable: "Let me be alone for a while."

But a few hours later, Mu Jiulin knocked on his door again: "Senior Brother."

For some reason, the more quietly he sat in this room, the more restless he became. Ye Nanque couldn't help but said impatiently, "Didn't you tell me to be alone for a while?"

Mu Jiulin paused and said, "The Holy Medical Sect has discovered the body of another disciple, and found something strange on him. Senior Yan wanted to invite you and me to take a look. I thought that this might be related to your hallucination, so I came to disturb you."

Ye Nanque knew he was in the wrong, and the anger in his body kept rising uncontrollably. He took a sip of cold tea, then opened the door and said to Mu Jiulin, "As you said, let's go and check the situation."

Ye Nanque strode out and felt an itch on his hand. He glanced sideways and saw Mu Jiulin trying to hold his hand, so he pulled his sleeve away. He saw Mu Jiulin looking lonely out of the corner of his eye and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he was just annoyed and wanted to kick every passing dog. But his mind told him that the dog was also right! The dog just wanted to bask in the sun by the roadside, what was wrong with the dog!

It was as if Mu Jiulin just wanted to hold hands, what was wrong with Mu Jiulin!

Mu Goulin is innocent, no, Mu Jiulin is innocent!

It feels even more innocent to have him give me a nickname!

As they were daydreaming about this, the two of them arrived at Jishidi Hall again.

The body of a young disciple was placed in the center of the hall. Yan Xichuang was holding something in her hand and observing it carefully. The object was floating in her palm and was very small, like a grain of sand.

As he approached the Jishi Hall, Ye Nanque sensed something was amiss. His mind grew more confused, his headache lessening slightly, replaced by a kind of... impulse. He had no idea what this impulse was guiding him to do.

Yan Xichuang glanced at the two people entering the hall. The sand that had been quietly controlled by her began to vibrate, as if it had sensed something and wanted to escape from her palm and was no longer under her control.

Yan Xichuang understood something and simply let go of the grain of sand.

The gravel flew straight towards Ye Nanque, but was stopped by Mu Jiulin's spell an inch in front of his forehead and hung in the air.

Even so, Ye Nanque still felt the vibration in his body.

A kind of shock that made him feel very comfortable, as if all his resentment, unwillingness, anger... all his negative emotions had found a place to rest. He had found his camp, a camp that allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

The sword rang in its sheath, becoming unbearable as its master's mood fluctuated.

The next moment, it couldn't wait to fly out of the scabbard and stabbed at the hand that Mu Jiulin was casting the spell with.