She took out a silver hairpin. "Ya'er said she bought this hairpin from a cultivator and had been wearing it in her hair for the past few days. But I found it outside the alchemy room. Now the hairpin is still here, but Ya'er is gone. I...I..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Xu Shengsheng got up and walked to her side, gently hugging her and saying, "Muxi, don't cry. I'll take you to the dean and ask him to help find Ya'er, okay?"
“Senior Sister Shen Shen…” Mu Xi glanced at Xu Shen Shen through teary eyes, then cried and followed her away.
Qi Yu sat there, clutching her chest, feeling a strange heartbeat and a tightness in her chest.
That silver hairpin looks kind of familiar...
Distracted, Xu Shen Shen and the disciple named Mu Xi did not return after the pill-making class ended.
As Qi Yu walked back to the courtyard, she frowned, recalling the strange silver hairpin.
As if guided by some unseen force, Qi Yu took out the silver hairpin from her storage bag.
That day, when the courtesan of Chunyi Tower, who was also the demonic cultivator Zhu Ji, was taking revenge on her murder, Xiao Hei secretly picked her up.
The silver hairpin shaped like a skull lay quietly in her hand. Qi Yu looked at the hairpin and pondered silently.
The silver hairpin that Mu Xi was holding just now seems to look very similar to this silver hairpin.
It's unclear whether it's a coincidence or if there's some other unknown connection between them.
With something on her mind, Qi Yu kept looking at the silver hairpin in her hand and didn't pay attention to what was in front of her. She accidentally bumped into someone, and the silver hairpin fell from her hand and landed on the ground.
A slender hand picked up the silver hairpin, placed it in its palm, and handed it to Qi Yu.
The man had his hair clean and his clothes neat. His brows and eyes were gloomy, as if he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time, yet he also exuded a sense of familiarity.
"Thank you." Qi Yu quickly took back the silver hairpin and turned to leave.
The man stretched out a hand to stop her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his voice hoarse and broken as he said:
"Junior sister, don't you recognize your senior brother?"
Qi Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally recognized a familiar feeling about him.
"You are... Lai Pi?"
Lai Pi always looked dirty, so she hadn't really paid much attention to his face before.
Lai Pi lowered his eyes and stared intently at the silver hairpin in Qi Yu's hand, saying, "Junior Sister, this hairpin is quite beautiful."
"Really?" Qi Yu gripped the silver hairpin tightly, put it back into her storage bag, and said, "I think this silver hairpin is just so-so. Your taste is really bad."
As he spoke, he increased the distance between the two of them.
Whether I should say it or not...
This person stinks.
Lai Pi always smelled bad, and for some reason, even after he's cleaned himself up, he still smells bad.
It even smelled worse.
Lai Pi noticed Qi Yu's actions and said quietly, "Junior sister, don't you care about your senior brother's injuries?"
"That sword pierced my senior brother..."
"It hurts so much..."
Qi Yu lowered her eyes and said, "I didn't stab you with that sword, you stabbed yourself, okay?"
"Yes...it's me..."
Lai Pi's smile widened, and he said nothing more before turning and leaving.
Qi Yu frowned as she looked at his still somewhat stiff walking posture.
Back in the courtyard, Gou Dan was practicing his sword in the open space in the center of the yard.
Qi Yu did not disturb her and quietly entered the house.
Inside the room, Little Black was dozing off by the bed, while Little White Bird, with its eyes closed, was perched on its head.
Qi Yu picked up the little white bird and shook it in her hand.
Strange, I seem to have gained weight.
She held the little white bird and examined it closely; the colorful tail feathers that had grown earlier seemed to have grown even longer.
Xiao Hei said that Feng Xiao is a phoenix, but aren't phoenixes always fiery red? Why is Feng Xiao white?
Only these few magnificent tail feathers give it a resemblance to the legendary phoenix.
It's probably a gene mutation.
Qi Yu put the little white bird on the bed and woke up the little black bird.
She took the silver hairpin out of her storage bag and said, "Little Black, what did you mean when you said this silver hairpin was a good thing?"
Xiao Hei shook its hairy head in confusion, "It means exactly what it says. This thing can absorb other people's soul power and convert it into its own. It's very powerful."
“However,” Xiao Hei straightened up, glanced at the silver hairpin again, and said, “Master, it seems you haven’t cleared the soul imprint from this silver hairpin.”
"Soul Imprint?"
Xiao Hei explained, "There's a saying that magical artifacts recognize their owners. Once an artifact has been imprinted with the spirit of its owner, no one else can use it without the owner's permission. This silver hairpin still retains the spirit imprint of its previous owner."
“Master, if you intend to use it, you should remove this soul imprint with your spiritual power as soon as possible, otherwise it will be bad if the previous owner of the silver hairpin comes looking for you.”
Qi Yu exclaimed "Ah!" and said, "Then this silver hairpin is in my hands, and the soul imprint hasn't been cleared. Does that mean the owner of the silver hairpin has known where I've been all this time?"
Xiao Hei blinked its sapphire blue eyes innocently and said, "Theoretically speaking, that's how it is."
Qi Yu tapped her head twice in exasperation, relieved that the owner of the silver hairpin hadn't immediately come looking for it and taken it back.
She infused a wisp of spiritual power into the silver hairpin, closed her eyes to sense it, and a strangely shaped mark appeared in her mind.
That must be the imprint of the silver hairpin's spirit.
As spiritual energy was channeled in, the soul imprint was gradually washed away until it became a blank.
Qi Yu looked at the silver hairpin and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the mark could be removed.
She then asked Xiao Hei, "How do I imprint my own soul mark onto this silver hairpin?"
"It's very simple. Just like forming a contract with a spirit pet, all you need to do is drop a drop of your blood into it, Master."
Qi Yu nodded and used the sharp end of the silver hairpin to pierce the pad of her left index finger.
Crimson blood beads were squeezed out and rubbed onto the silver hairpin, which greedily absorbed them completely.
The injury to her finger was quickly healed by the Virgin Mary's halo, and it looked as if she had never been injured.
Qi Yu sensed it again and discovered that the soul imprint in the silver hairpin had turned into a completely new pattern.
It should be fine now.
She looked at the silver hairpin, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
This silver hairpin looks so much like the hairpin of the missing disciple Ya'er. Could it be that Ya'er was actually a demonic cultivator?
Mu Xi said that Ya'er bought the hairpin from a cultivator, so it should also be a magical artifact...
That's not right either. If Ya'er were a demonic cultivator, she shouldn't be without this magical artifact.
Or is it just a mass-market model with the same design but different functions?
With too little information to draw any conclusions, Qi Yu had no choice but to postpone the matter for the time being.
She put the silver hairpin back into her storage bag, got up, and left the spirit courtyard.
Qi Yu hadn't completed today's system tasks yet, so he went to the previous locations but couldn't find anyone. However, he eventually found a note with writing on it on the ground.
"Fairy, we've moved to the south of the city, so don't worry."
The handwriting was steady and dignified, so it certainly wasn't written by those illiterate beggars. They must have hired someone to write it for them.
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