Chapter 26: Mortal Realm (I) You can choose the right time to strike...
When Chi Wanyin opened her eyes, she saw Song Qingtang sitting beside the bed, looking down at the book in his hand. For a moment, she thought she was still in a dream or illusion.
"Senior Sister..." she murmured.
"Junior sister, your injuries have not healed yet. You need to rest well." Seeing that she wanted to get up, Song Qingtang put down the book and pushed her back onto the couch.
The warm touch made her realize that this was not an illusion, but why was Song Qingtang here?
As if guessing what she was thinking, Song Qingtang explained in a gentle voice, "As soon as I came out of seclusion, I learned that you had arrived in Penglai, and the sub-Gu was acting strangely again. I was worried about your safety."
"I'm fine." Chi Wanyin gave her a reassuring smile. "By the way, I haven't congratulated Senior Sister on entering the Golden Core Realm yet."
Seeing her bright smile, Song Qingtang felt the Gu attached to her heart start to stir again, but she suppressed the discomfort. "Junior Sister, after you've recovered from your injuries, why don't we go back to the sect and instead go to the Mortal Realm?"
Chi Wanyin pondered for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement. Then Song Qingtang gave her some more instructions before leaving with the book.
As soon as she left, Ye Tinghe came in again. "With Qingtang looking after you, I can return to the sect without any worries. However, you have just broken through to the Golden Core stage, so you still need to rest well."
Chi Wanyin listened to Ye Tinghe's words in silence, then asked thoughtfully, "Elder Ye, where is Tan Yinxiao?"
"Dead." Ye Tinghe's face was expressionless. "Fuyao buried him. She had just taken over as the head and was very busy at that time."
Chi Wanyin nodded, indicating that she understood. Then Ye Tinghe took out a large pearl from her hand and said, "This is what Fuyao asked me to give you."
The pearl in Chi Wanyin's hand was emitting light. She naturally knew that this should not be an ordinary thing. After thinking about it, she put the pearl into the storage bag.
Seeing that everything had been said, Ye Tinghe stood up and left.
Chi Wanyin was a little absent-minded. The mysterious voice she heard in her dream seemed to be the author of her rebirth. He seemed very sure that the two of them would meet again.
But it was useless to think too much now. She raised one of her hands and stared at the spiritual energy gathered at her fingertips. She had indeed entered the Golden Core Realm.
But it is not enough. At this moment, she may not be able to compete with Xu Anzhi or Him. She needs to become stronger.
*
Two women wearing veils entered this ordinary town and saw that the streets and alleys were planted with golden flowers. It was dusk and wisps of green smoke were floating from the chimneys of every household.
The two of them randomly found a restaurant. Seeing that they were well-dressed, the waiter at the restaurant hurriedly and attentively led them to a private room upstairs.
He made tea for the two of them, and then he heard his energetic voice, "What would you two guests like to eat?" He said as he handed over the menu.
One of the women raised her hand and scribbled a few words on the menu. "That's all." Her voice was as clear as the collision of metal and stone.
The waiter took the menu and hurried to the kitchen, leaving only Song Qingtang and Chi Wanyin there.
Chi Wanyin picked up the teacup and took a sip before saying, "Things have settled down here now." The last time she and Song Qingtang came here, there were refugees everywhere outside the city, and people inside the city were also in dire straits.
Song Qingtang didn't touch the cup of tea in front of him. "This is a good thing. Peace in the Mortal Realm is not so easy to come by."
Chi Wanyin put down the teacup, but was still restless. She opened the window and looked up to see clusters of golden flowers outside.
There was indeed one on her head, but upon closer inspection, the crack in it was repaired with jade, which was the result of Song Qingtang's painstaking efforts for several days.
"Junior sister." Song Qingtang called her gently.
Chi Wanyin turned around and tilted her head slightly to look at her, with a hint of doubt in her eyes. They had traveled through most of the mortal realm, but this place still made her feel more at home.
Before Song Qingtang could finish his words, the waiter had already started serving the dishes, so the words he wanted to say had to fall back into his throat.
She usually didn't care much about food, but Chi Wanyin was delighted with these ordinary foods. Sometimes, Chi Wanyin would even pick up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into her bowl.
Although she doesn't have a strong appetite, she will quietly finish anything given to her.
After the two of them finished their meal, Chi Wanyin looked at her and asked, "What did you want to say just now, Senior Sister?"
"Nothing." Song Qingtang had clearly not drunk any tea, but he could still taste the astringency on the tip of his tongue.
Chi Wanyin sighed slightly in her heart, but this was obviously not a good time to speak.
At this time, the afterglow of the sunset was almost completely gone, and the two chose an inn not far away. They only asked for a guest room, but when going upstairs, Chi Wanyin decided to have a good talk with her senior sister.
"Senior Sister." She called Song Qingtang softly, "Perhaps in a few days, we will have to return to the sect."
Song Qingtang was stunned. She had never thought that the days she spent traveling in the mortal realm with her junior sister would be the most peaceful and tranquil months of her life.
"Yes." She just responded softly. This was just her tiny selfish desire.
Chi Wanyin hesitated for a long while before she said, "Senior Sister, if one day I were like Fuyao in the past, would you do the same as Tan Yinxiao?"
Chi Wanyin and Song Qingtang had heard her tell them everything in detail when they first set out on their journey to the mortal realm.
Song Qingtang was a little stunned. "I don't know either, Junior Sister. Do you want me to be like this?"
Chi Wanyin shook her head. If she was the same as Tan Yinxiao, how was she different from the demon she had fallen into in her previous life?
"Junior sister, you are always like this." Song Qingtang murmured in a low voice, "Is it because you are afraid?" Her hand had already touched the broken and repaired magic weapon.
Chi Wanyin looked up at her and said, "You are not Fuyao, and I am not Tan Yinxiao." There was a hint of helplessness in Song Qingtang's voice.
"So, we won't embark on this path that is not even the right one." Her tone was firm. This was the Song Qingtang that Chi Wanyin was familiar with.
Chi Wanyin couldn't help but smile, "Yes, Senior Sister."
When the two of them fell asleep on the bed, Chi Wanyin was already fast asleep, but Song Qingtang got up. She cut her finger with the water, and looking at the blood gushing out, Song Qingtang placed his finger on her back and began to draw a spell with the blood, "Junior sister, I will never let you fall into that situation."
Chi Wanyin had a dream. She felt an unusually dry throat, like a traveler walking in the desert, until she tripped over a pot of water. She picked up the pot and poured the water into her mouth, but her thirst was never relieved. Soon, she felt a sweet and fishy taste in her throat, and the water instantly turned into red blood.
When I woke up, I saw Song Qingtang standing by my bed, "Junior sister, what happened?"
Chi Wanyin exhaled, "It's okay, just a nightmare."
Her palm touched the area near her heart, where the mother Gu was still sleeping quietly without any movement.
"We can leave here now." Song Qingtang said.
A moment later, a spirit bird flew in from the window and landed on her fingertips. After a few seconds, Song Qingtang's expression became serious. "Junior sister, perhaps we have to go to one last place on this trip to the Mortal Realm."
*
In the vast desert, there is a town that looks a bit dilapidated from the outside, but it is bustling with people inside.
Chi Wanyin and Song Qingtang both disguised themselves as ordinary people and entered the city, but all the inns seemed to be crowded with people. They only found a somewhat dilapidated inn. There was only a shopkeeper sitting in the hall, counting on an abacus, who seemed a little surprised to see them come in.
Chi Wanyin reached out and placed a silver ingot on the counter. "Boss, why are you the only one in this inn?"
The innkeeper put the silver away and immediately rubbed his hands together with a wide smile on his face. He said, "To be honest with you, my two distinguished guests, this is a remote little town. On weekdays, not many people come here. My inn is struggling to run, so naturally, I am the only one here."
Chi Wanyin knew at a glance that there was no spiritual energy emanating from him and that he was indeed a mortal.
"If that's the case, why is this inn in the city so full of people?" she asked with pretended curiosity.
Seeing her generosity, the shopkeeper beamed. "It's strange, actually. This is because of a dream I had a few days ago. Everyone had the same dream that night, and it's why they came here."
Chi Wanyin pretended to be merely interested in the rumor and asked, "Oh, what kind of dream is this?"
The shopkeeper then recounted the story, "This dream felt so real. In the dream, everyone looked up and saw a giant dragon circling in the sky. Afterwards, everyone said it was a sign that the real dragon was about to appear."
Chi Wanyin nodded, "I see. I just don't know if my sister and I can see this real dragon appear in the world."
The shopkeeper took the silver and immediately said flatteringly: "You two distinguished guests may stay for a while longer. You never know when the real dragon will come out. There are excellent guest rooms on the second floor. I will go and clean them for you first." After saying that, he went upstairs.
After he walked away, Song Qingtang, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up: "Junior sister, if this shopkeeper is not lying, and can make mortals have the same dream on a large scale, the person behind the plot should not be underestimated."
Upon hearing this, Chi Wanyin's expression also became solemn. This kind of thing of drastically modifying mortal cognition can probably only be done by cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage.
As the two finished their conversation, the shopkeeper came down from the second floor. "The room has been cleaned. If you two distinguished guests need anything else, please call me."
Chi Wanyin nodded slightly, and the two of them went upstairs one after the other.
The rooms in the inn were not very big, but fortunately the owner had cleaned them up and they were quite tidy.
As the two of them sat cross-legged on the couch, Song Qingtang was already thinking secretly in her heart. She had seen the last real dragon in the world in the secret realm of the vast sea before. Although it had not disappeared at that time, it was impossible for it to be in this town in the mortal realm.
Thinking of this, she asked the sword spirit in the Xuanjiao Sword in her mind, "Where did the real dragon go in the end?" Then she heard the voice of the sword spirit coming from the Xuanjiao Sword, "I don't know, but I think maybe she is gone." Song Qingtang noticed that there was a hint of depression in her voice.
Seeing her lowered brows in thought, Chi Wanyin knew that the opponent they were facing this time was quite formidable, so she couldn't help but say, "Senior Sister, it's not appropriate to act now. Let's wait until nightfall to explore what is hidden here."
Song Qingtang nodded when he heard this. With nothing to do at the moment, Chi Wanyin simply started practicing.
Song Qingtang also entered a sitting state, but she did not practice. Instead, she chose to enter the sword realm of the Xuanjiao Sword. Unlike the ice and snow in the Shishui Sword Realm, the Xuanjiao Sword Realm was filled with thousands of dark mountains.
Song Qingtang stepped on these flowing ink marks, which all pointed to one place. From a distance, it was a giant tree made of ink.
The sword spirit Mo Jiao belonging to the Xuan Jiao Sword was sitting casually on a tree branch.
After many days of rest, she has cultivated a human form, but unlike in the secret realm of the vast sea, her body is also made of ink, and her whole body looks like a line-drawing ink painting.
At this moment, she slowly opened her dark eyes, as if she was surprised why Song Qingtang entered the sword realm. After all, except for the fact that she just heard her voice transmission and she responded with her heart sound, she had been sleeping most of the time.
"After the real dragon left, was there anything unusual in the secret realm?" Song Qingtang asked.
Mo Jiao yawned, "No, it's just that the formation of the Dragon Palace disappeared one day, and I guess the person who took her away killed her." At the end, there was an imperceptible bitter smile on the corner of her lips.
"Then, what could this so-called real dragon be?" Song Qingtang asked doubtfully. Perhaps no one would know better than Mo Jiao, who had been with the real dragon for a long time.
"Maybe it's a dragon soul, formed from the resentment of a real dragon after its death, and it has no consciousness. It wouldn't be surprising if the dragon soul drifted to this mortal realm." Mo Jiao guessed.
Song Qingtang nodded, but Mo Jiao looked like he was about to fall asleep again, "Okay, leave now and don't disturb my sleep for now."
Song Qingtang did not leave. He hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Do you want to take revenge on Him?"
Since the last time he spoke with her, this was the second time the two of them had such a long conversation. Mo Jiao seemed to have some displeasure hidden in his expression. "Sword spirits that have signed a contract may not kill their masters unless they have the special permission of the master's contract."
"If one day, He occupies my body, you can choose the right time to take action." Song Qingtang bit his finger and drew a contract in the air. The moment it took shape, the contract fell on Mo Jiao's forehead. It looked like an ordinary flower ornament.
"You..." Mo Jiao's voice sounded slightly surprised, but she didn't say anything else. Instead, Song Qingtang smiled and said, "This is just an insurance policy, an anticipation for the worst-case scenario. Besides, it can be considered as fulfilling your wish."
"Don't you want him to wake up and hurt your junior sister?" Mo Jiao revealed her purpose in one sentence.
Song Qingtang remained silent. It was only a matter of time before she was influenced by His spirit. However, she hoped that the time would be as late as possible. Even if that moment really came, she would need an insurance policy.
The contract was concluded, and Song Qingtang left the sword realm. When he slowly opened his eyes, it was already dark outside the window, and the whole town seemed to have suddenly fallen silent.
Chi Wanyin also came out of her trance at this moment. She stood up and said, "Let's go, Senior Sister."
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