My name is Xie Wuwang.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The person's insults were so vulgar that Zhou Yulin began to admire their literary talent as she listened.
"Inhuman!" Black Charcoal cursed with his hands behind his back, then turned around and was almost startled by the person who suddenly appeared behind him. "Holy crap, where did you come from?"
Zhou Yulin calmly pointed to the sky.
"So, you're just a passerby who was accidentally dragged into this mess." Glancing at the teary-eyed man who looked at her like a long-lost relative, Zhou Yulin cleared her throat and got back to the point, "So, how should we get out of here?"
Upon hearing this question, Hei Tan immediately wiped away his tears, stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, and grinned foolishly, "Now that you're here, all the problems are solved."
There was a large sign hanging on the tree he was pointing to.
Upon seeing what was written on the sign, Zhou Yulin's face turned from white to black.
She now knows what the world of restricted literature is like.
"What if I don't want to?" Hearing this, Hei Tan thought about it seriously for a few seconds, and said very decisively, "Then I will give up."
"You were summoned here by me, and I won't force you." Through the only clear eyes in the black charcoal, Zhou Yulin knew that the summoning array was a desperate measure taken by this person when he had run out of ideas.
She changed the subject, "You can cultivate?"
"I am not very talented, I am only at the third level of Foundation Establishment."
Hei Tan looked at Zhou Yulin, who seemed to be deep in thought, and asked curiously, "Do you really have a way to get out?"
"What do you have to doubt about someone who's been trapped for ten years?" That hits home, sis. It seems like Black Charcoal has no other choice but to listen to Zhou Yulin right now.
After all, he had even cursed the heavens, but he still couldn't get out of there.
So he asked, half-believing, half-doubting, "What method?"
"Borrowing a spirit." Upon hearing this term, Black Charcoal looked completely bewildered. "W-what's that?"
The Xuanling Sect's library is the largest library in the world, containing many rare books. When Zhou Yulin was young, he made a bet with his second senior brother to memorize all the book titles in the library within a month.
She remembered that there was a book on the third floor whose title had faded so much that the words were no longer legible. By chance, she opened that book, which would have horrified even ordinary disciples. The book recorded the magic techniques researched by a man named Yan Buyu over thousands of years. The techniques recorded in the book were now considered evil arts that everyone would avoid. He was no longer satisfied with using magic to improve his body, but used spiritual power to completely change the human body.
Perhaps Yan Buyu started out of curiosity, but as his research deepened, he became paranoid and obsessed. He even experimented with spiritual power on his newborn son. In the end, he went mad and accidentally killed his wife and son, as well as all his relatives and friends. By the time he came to his senses, it was too late.
This book was written in his later years. Logically, the author's name should be written on the last page of the book. However, he felt that he had done many wrong things and was not worthy of being remembered by posterity. So, at the end, he wrote down the name of his son, Yan Fengshi.
One chapter mentions the magic of borrowing spirits.
Spirit borrowing was the least lethal of the spells he had researched.
Back then, Zhou Yulin enthusiastically devoured the entire book, yet still felt somewhat unsatisfied. If Yan Buyu had been able to channel his spiritual power into legitimate uses, he might have become a leading figure in the Spirit Academy long ago.
"Hold out your hand." Black Charcoal didn't suspect anything.
Thousands of rays of light flowed over the two of them. In just a few breaths, Zhou Yulin's barren spiritual veins were refreshed as if spring rain had passed through them, and the spiritual power belonging to the Foundation Establishment stage filled his entire body, while Heitan fell into a coma due to the temporary depletion of his spiritual power.
She clenched her fist, the feeling of her spiritual energy returning made her feel light all over. Although the spiritual energy in her palm was not strong, it was enough to break the formation.
By the time the formation was broken, it was nearly noon. Hei Tan woke up after sunset, and it was only after Zhou Yulin poked him awake with a twig. He turned to look at the twig that had been poking his face for so long, then looked at Zhou Yulin, “…”
"Are you really not a heretical cultivator?"
It's not Black Charcoal's fault. At that time, Zhou Yulin was muttering a bunch of words that were incomprehensible to him. A beam of pure white light passed between the two of them. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely remembered that the spiritual power in his body was swept out like garbage, leaving only a heavy body and brain. Then he fell into a coma.
Seeing that Heitan was awake, Zhou Yulin threw the branch on the ground, patted off non-existent dust from his hands, and opened his palm with a very clear meaning.
Just as the charcoal-faced man was about to faint, Zhou Yulin warned him, "If you faint again, the poison will take effect."
Sure enough! Black Charcoal knew there's no such thing as a free lunch. Where would you find a kind-hearted person who's beautiful inside and out and asks for nothing in return?
This is someone you couldn't find even with a lantern!
He looked at the vicious woman with a wronged expression and said humbly, "I've been trapped inside for ten years."
"I know, there's no need to go over the previous points again."
"...I was only fifteen when I came in." Oh right, after Heitan reminded her, Zhou Yulin realized that fifteen years old is still a minor in the human world, and naturally she wouldn't have any money.
Where are your family members?
Hei Tan thought for a long time before slowly saying, "My family is poor and I have a seriously ill mother. But please don't worry, young lady. After I pass the imperial examination, I will repay you with a thousand taels of gold."
Seeing that Zhou Yulin was about to turn and leave without even finishing listening, Heitan reached out and stopped her, "Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet!"
"Too slow," Zhou Yulin said with a frown. "I can't wait for you."
In that time, she would have already been making waves in the gambling world.
"Hey girl, girl! No, wait for me!"
Hearing the hurried call, Zhou Yulin turned around and glanced at the charcoal-faced man. He saw the man shyly clutching the hem of his tattered clothes and whispering, "I have no money on me. Can you give me a ride to Jinling?" Fortunately, Zhou Yulin had a purse with her, otherwise the two of them would have had to sleep on the streets.
At the Laifu Inn outside Jinling, under the drooping branches of willow trees, a woman with a cinnabar mark between her eyebrows calmly sipped her tea amidst the strange gazes of those around her. Sitting opposite her, a man dressed in clothes not much different from a beggar was munching on meat with gusto. Beside him was a bowl piled higher than himself. He wiped his greasy mouth and shouted in a booming voice, "Waiter, bring me two more plates of pig's feet!"
Zhou Yulin glanced at the black charcoal, but ultimately said nothing more.
Finally, the last table of customers had left, and the shopkeeper was yawning, waiting to close up shop. Blackie, patting his round belly, said leisurely, "This is what life should be like—"
The woman standing nearby took the initiative to pay the bill. After paying, the man, who had been full of food and drink, suddenly became very polite and said, "Thank you for saving my life, young lady."
"If fate allows us to meet again in the martial world, I, Xie Wuwang, will serve you faithfully without hesitation." Black Charcoal waved goodbye, but the woman grabbed his shoulder.
Xie Wuwang? Isn't that her brother-in-law's name?
Zhou Yulin stared at the other person for several seconds, "Which Xie Wuwang?"
Without hesitation, Xie Wuwang replied, "Thank you for your help, and Wuwang for your undeserved misfortune."
Exactly the same name.
They share similar backgrounds and experiences.
"You live in a small courtyard house thirty steps straight ahead after turning left?" If she was only suspicious at first, Zhou Yulin instantly understood after seeing the astonishment in Xie Wuwang's eyes.
"You actually investigated me?" If Xie Wuwang initially felt guilty towards Zhou Yulin, his expression turned somewhat shocked as the man revealed more and more information about him. "How do you know so much about me?"
There were some things that no one but his mother knew, yet this benefactor could talk about them fluently. Xie Wuwang felt a mix of emotions. He even suspected that his mother had formed a sworn sister during the ten years he was gone.
“I know more than just that.” Zhou Yulin sneered, suddenly feeling like she had been tricked by a script. “I also know that you’ve already married a wife.”
If Xie Wuwang's expression only froze slightly after hearing Zhou Yulin reveal many of his secrets, he was completely dumbfounded right now. He didn't react at all, "What did you say?" After being missing for ten years, Xie Wuwang never expected that his mother would even have a wife.
Xie Wuwang took a long time to process this. When he came to his senses, he suddenly chuckled softly. It was indeed a bit eerie in this desolate and deserted street. The last lamp of the inn behind Zhou Yulin went out. She looked at Xie Wuwang with a look of inquiry and curiosity in her eyes, "Is my wife beautiful?" Hei Tan looked at Zhou Yulin with sincere eyes.
She hadn't expected this person to suddenly ask such a question.
To be honest, Zhou Yulin had never met Liu Yuyue.
"She's beautiful." Although Liu Yuning wasn't exactly a stunning beauty, she was still a lovely young woman. Logically speaking, if the younger sister was so beautiful, the older sister couldn't be much less so. So Zhou Yulin answered decisively, "She's definitely beautiful."
Black Charcoal narrowed his eyes, somewhat disappointed.
“Appearance is just an external thing; I never expected my mother to be so materialistic.”
Zhou Yulin, who was standing nearby, was worried that the child might do something rash, so she corrected him seriously, "She's not your mother."
"Marriage is a major life event, decided by parents and arranged by matchmakers! Who else but my mother would dare to decide this for me?" Before the charcoal exploded into carbon dioxide, the woman beside him said quietly, "You yourself."
Black Charcoal's anger came to an abrupt halt.
It's like a bucket of water being poured on you, leaving you feeling powerless, like drawing your sword and looking around in confusion.
What did you say?
Is this still Chinese that he can understand?
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