Helping the Immortal Become a Demon (Part 2)

Chapter 6

Chu Caiwu helped the old man up, and the three of them followed the sound to the back of the dead tree. The white snow under Chu Caiwu's feet had already been dyed red.

The old man immediately rushed forward and protected the little boy with his whole body.

Chu Caiwu looked forward and saw that the little boy who was being beaten was bleeding profusely from his nose, with several pieces of torn hair scattered on the ground.

The little boy's face was covered with bruises and blues, just like a tabby cat.

Three little boys nearby raised their fists and were about to hit the old man. Chu Caiwu stepped forward to stop them and said, "Why are you hitting people, kids?"

One of the little boys in red was about to curse, but when he saw Chu Caiwu's dress and Yin Zhuo standing next to her, the boy swallowed his words.

The other two little boys said slyly, "He stole our white bread."

The boy in the old man's arms didn't say anything or refute.

Chu Caiwu looked around but didn't see any white flour cakes. He asked, "Why don't I see any white flour cakes?"

The little boy rolled his eyes slyly, pointed at the old man's arms, and said, "The white bread was eaten by this motherless child."

Chu Caiwu took a few steps back, half-covering his face with his hands, and asked in a low voice: "Which of them is the Immortal Lord Ruichen?"

Yin Zhuo looked at the old man's arms, and Chu Caiwu followed his gaze and looked in that direction, just in time to meet the child's gaze, which was sharp and tenacious.

Chu Caiwu avoided the boy's gaze. As expected, Immortal Lord Ruichen was so unyielding even when being bullied. Since he wanted to lead Immortal Lord Ruichen into the devil's world, it would always be good to get closer to him.

Chu Caiwu used his body to block Ruichen Immortal Monarch, looked at the two shouting children, frowned and asked, "You don't even have evidence of stealing, what right do you have to hit people?"

Several little boys roared like they were playing tricks, "Because he has no mother or father to educate him."

Chu Caiwu had never thought that a child of such a few years old could have such a dark side. Just as she was about to refute, she saw Yin Zhuo walking towards her.

Yin Zhuo squatted beside Immortal Lord Ruichen and looked at him carefully.

One of the naughty boys took a step back and grabbed the arm of the naughty boy in red, signaling him to step back. However, there was no fear on the naughty boy's face.

Chu Caiwu suddenly had an idea and grabbed Immortal Lord Ruichen's arm and said, "I am his mother. I can feed him lots of white bread. Just because he has no parents, you bully him. Do you think you are superior to others?"

After Chu Caiwu finished her words, she couldn't help but take a deep breath. She hadn't spoken so loudly for a long time. Suddenly, a flute sounded, and Chu Caiwu's right arm was pierced by a flaming flying needle, and she was struck by excruciating pain.

When he looked up again, there was a suspended flame burning on the man's hand, his pupils were flashing red, and he was dazed and stunned. Being close to him was like being in a furnace. Chu Caiwu felt the intense heat in pain.

The ears of Immortal Ruichen in the old man's arms moved slightly, but his body was still trembling and his teeth chattered from time to time.

Chu Caiwu's sweat had soaked through his clothes. He felt like he was thrown into a furnace and could not hold on any longer. He fell into the snow. Chu Caiwu's whole body seemed to be out of control. He could only gently touch the white snow. It did not feel as cool as he had expected, but instead felt like touching boiling water.

Yin Zhuo formed seals with his hands, and a crimson magic circle appeared in the air, easily suppressing the strange force, but Yin Zhuo's expression was not good.

The old man hurried to help Chu Caiwu, anxiously saying: "Girl, wake up, wake up, why did you fall down when you were fine?" The old man hurriedly turned around and waved to the Immortal Lord Ruichen: "Xiaojiu, what are you doing in a daze? Come over and help me."

Xiaojiu is the name of Immortal Lord Ruichen during his life.

Xiaojiu shook her head in panic and refused to move forward: "She...she was burned by the fire, burned by the fire."

Mortals who have never practiced cultivation in their previous lives cannot see any magic from immortals or demons. The old man cannot see anything unusual about □□, nor can he see the flames on Chu Caiwu's body.

After Yin Zhuo sealed □□'s magic power, he quickly helped Chu Caiwu up and explored his spiritual veins. The situation was worse than he had expected.

Seeing Yin Zhuo remained silent, the old man hurriedly asked, "Sir, how is this girl? Did she faint from hunger after not eating?"

Yin Zhuo looked around and saw nothing strange. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Has anyone in this town ever heard a flute of unknown origin?"

The old man was stunned and shook his head: "No."

Xiao Jiu came closer to Yin Zhuo and said seriously, "There is a flute sound. Every time I tell them that someone is playing the flute, they say they can't hear it."

Yin Zhuo pressed on, "After the flute sounded, did anyone develop dense red patches on their face?"

Xiaojiu pointed at the □□ on the ground and said, "He has it."

The old man listened to the red patches and the burning flames and could no longer react. He wondered what was going on.

Yin Zhuo had heard of Dingbei Town before. The cultivators from the demon world and the immortal world would often come here to trade with the flute demon. After the death of those controlled by the flute demon, their souls would be traded to the cultivators from both the immortal and demon worlds. This was how the flute demon gained its magic power.

Yin Zhuo frowned and looked at Chu Caiwu. The mark of the Silver Moon Lin Flower appeared on Chu Caiwu's forehead. The flame of the flute demon that she was infected with was difficult to cure. She had to find the Silver Moon Lin Flower and use the spiritual power of the person closest to her in her life.

The Silver Moon Lin Flower is hard to find in both the immortal and demonic realms, and is occasionally auctioned at a high price in the small southeastern state of the human world.

Yin Zhuo couldn't leave Immortal Lord Ruichen alone in Dingbei Town. He looked at the old man and asked, "My wife loves Xiaojiu very much, but I need to take her south for medical treatment. I'm afraid Xiaojiu..."

The old man's clothes were wet with tears. He turned around and said, "Xiaojiu, you won't survive if you stay in Dingbei Town." The old man pushed Xiaojiu forward and signaled him to follow Yin Zhuo.

Xiaojiu was pushed in front of Yin Zhuo and said weakly, "Please take me in, Daddy."

Yin Zhuo felt very strange. He was Ruichen's father and Chu Caiwu was Ruichen's mother. There was always a feeling of generation difference between them. He said calmly: "There is no time to lose, let's set off today."

Xiaojiu followed behind Yin Zhuo and helped Yin Zhuo lift Chu Caiwu onto the carriage. Yin Zhuo left a few bags of flour and silver for the old man, and the three of them went south to Jiang State, commonly known as the Southeast Small Prime Minister State, which was famous for its abundant medicinal herbs.

Chu Caiwu noticed a white void surrounding him. When his vision became clear, he saw that his body was in a coma.

Chu Caiwu heard a rumbling sound in the carriage. It was Xiaojiu. Chu Caiwu didn't know what had happened. He only remembered that he fell to the ground with a burning sensation.

Chu Caiwu felt much more at ease when she saw Yin Zhuo was still by her side. She looked at the miniature version of Ruichen Immortal Lord, the one who had once lived in luxury and had great magical powers, and now she could actually go hungry.

Yin Zhuo handed the cakes in the carriage to Xiao Jiu and said, "Why don't you eat if you're hungry?"

Xiaojiu looked at Chu Caiwu lying in the carriage and replied against his will, "Mother hasn't woken up yet, so I can't eat."

Chu Caiwu waved in front of Xiaojiu, but Xiaojiu didn't respond at all.

Chu Caiwu tried to touch Yin Zhuo's face, but couldn't. It seemed as if the two of them really couldn't see her.

Yin Zhuo stared at Xiao Jiu and repeated, "Mother?"

Xiaojiu shrank back in his seat, seeming to feel very guilty.

Yin Zhuo moved the pastry plate towards Xiao Jiu and chuckled, "That's right, she even calls herself your mother."

Chu Caiwu felt a little sorry for Xiaojiu. Xiaojiu was so scared by Yin Zhuo that she was still happy when she heard someone call her mother for the first time. What amazed Chu Caiwu the most was that Xiaojiu was worthy of being the reincarnation of Ruichen Immortal Lord. Although calling her mother sounded a bit insincere, she still had to admire Xiaojiu's cleverness.

Xiaojiu stood up and went to take the plate of cakes. The carriage stumbled and Xiaojiu dropped the plate and broke it. He looked at Yin Zhuo, trembling. Fortunately, there was no scolding or beating as Xiaojiu had imagined.

A bright and crisp voice came from outside the carriage: "Stop the carriage for me... for this lady."

Xiaojiu picked up the broken porcelain on the ground in a flattering manner, and said nothing even though his hands were bleeding.

Yin Zhuo sat firmly in his seat when he heard the driver outside the chain say, "Sir, this arrogant woman has stopped the carriage. What do you think we should do?"

The woman outside the carriage continued to shout: "Everyone in the carriage, get out quickly!"

Chu Caiwu wanted to get off the carriage to see the woman. The voice was very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before. But every time Chu Caiwu tried to float out, it was as if an invisible hand pulled her back.

Yin Zhuo got off the carriage slowly and Xiao Jiu followed him respectfully, leaving Chu Caiwu alone in the carriage.

Chu Caiwu heard a cry of surprise, but the sound was unclear. Then he heard Xiaojiu shouting something vaguely, as if someone was strangling him.

Yin Zhuo asked, "Young lady, why did you stop the carriage?"

The woman replied: "Do I need a reason to stop your carriage?"

Xiaojiu's cheeks were very thin, but when the woman hugged her like this, a layer of tender cheeks appeared on her face.

Chu Caiwu listened to the noise outside and imagined the scene alone. She thought it was very likely that this woman had taken a fancy to Xiaojiu and wanted to snatch her son away from her.

Chu Caiwu wanted to go out and see what was outside. Every time she tried to break free, she would be pulled back. She tried again and again, and with a "thump" she pulled herself down and sat on the bed.

Chu Caiwu suspected that she was going to be possessed by someone else, but she was just an ordinary fennel spirit. Who would be so desperate as to become fennel?

Yin Zhuo ignored the woman's unreasonable demands and rushed into the carriage in two steps.

Chu Caiwu was spinning around anxiously, when suddenly a purple shadow came into her sight. It was Yin Zhuo. Chu Caiwu's tangled heart calmed down and she was no longer so scared.

Yin Zhuo bent down to help Chu Caiwu. His hands had distinct joints, like the best of spring culture, refreshing the heart. The young man was wearing a loose shawl and a plum blossom hairpin with swaying stamens in his hair. When he bent down to help Chu Caiwu, his hair covered a large area of Chu Caiwu's face.

Chu Caiwu watched from the side and felt his face itchy as if stimulated by a weak electric current, and a tingling sensation.

Only then could Chu Caiwu be sure that her soul had really left her body. Her body was held in Yin Zhuo's arms, and Yin Zhuo was transferring his spiritual power into Chu Caiwu's body.

Chu Caiwu looked at the immortal power that was continuously flowing into his body and felt that it was a waste. These immortal powers should not be transferred into his body, but should be put into various foods so that he could taste them well. Chu Caiwu really wanted to say something to Yin Zhuo.

Chu Caiwu imitated the movements of his flesh body, trying to fit in with it, but he couldn't go back.