Chapter 10 You're Strange, Let's Sleep Together
Mingjian suddenly felt a chill down his back.
If that's true, is Xiao Bumian truly in love with him as the system claims? Does he truly love him, or does he want to kill him?
Seeing Mingjian's face turn deathly pale, Song Yao frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Junior Brother, it is indeed true. Although Immortal Venerable Hanwei has been in seclusion since the war between immortals and demons five hundred years ago and has not yet emerged, and many disciples have never seen his true face, his reputation on the Lingxi Mirror is still among the top."
Mingjian asked, "Have you seen it before?"
Song Yao replied shyly, "No."
After thinking for a moment, he still argued, "If this Xie Hanwei were truly outstanding in appearance and comparable to the Immortal Venerable, his name would surely be present in the Spirit Mirror. Therefore, the Immortal Venerable is naturally superior."
"Has anyone seen what the Immortal Venerable looks like in the Spirit Mirror?"
Song Yao hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't think I've ever heard of it. It must be because it's been so long that many people have forgotten about it."
Mingjian breathed a sigh of relief.
I see.
He must be overthinking it.
The system replied: [Host, you're overthinking it. How could Xiao Bumian possibly want to kill you? Even putting aside his feelings for you, there are still two years before he succumbs to demonic possession. As long as you complete the conquest quest before he does, everything will be fine.]
Speaking of this, Mingjian asked in his mind, "What is the current progress of Xiao Bumian's redemption?"
"Congratulations, host, you've reached three percent! You'll receive a newbie gift pack when you reach ten percent."
Only when he heard that his redemption value had increased did Mingjian finally feel relieved.
"A newbie gift pack?" He paused for a moment, realizing for the first time that the system did have some merit.
The system could discern Mingjian's mood, and now it lay within Mingjian's consciousness, its two chubby legs crossed, smugly saying: "[Yes, the gift is random, host, please keep up the good work!]"
When the group arrived in the city, they found that many inns had been taken by independent cultivators and sect disciples who had arrived earlier because they were late.
"My lords, it's not that our humble shop is unwilling to do this business, it's just that the top-tier rooms are..." The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a fawning smile plastered on his face. He bowed slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing. "They were all booked out by Young Master Xue of the Thousand Machines Sect three days ago."
The young master Xue mentioned by the shopkeeper is Xue Ci, the son of the leader of the Thousand Machines Sect. The Thousand Machines Sect has established itself in the cultivation world by creating puppets and mechanisms. However, it is said that this young master Xue has no talent in making mechanisms and loves to cause trouble everywhere, which makes the leader of the Thousand Machines Sect very troubled.
However, he only had one son, who was left behind after his previous wife passed away. Therefore, he doted on him very much, and every time he went to the secret realm for training, he carried various protective magic treasures with him. His outfit was so impressive that it made many cultivators envious to the point of madness.
This young man is arrogant, domineering, and extremely unreasonable.
But this is the last inn in the city.
Not wanting to make things difficult for the shopkeeper, Song Heyu asked, "Do you have any rooms with the 'earth' designation?"
The environment of the "Earth" class rooms isn't as good as the "Heaven" class rooms, but it's good that there's any room to tidy up. You can always meditate for a night if necessary.
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly replied, "Of course we have them. We have four more rooms. How many rooms does the immortal need?"
There were eight of them in total, which was enough for two people per room. Song Heyu said, "Let's have four rooms then."
"Alright!" The shopkeeper hurriedly took the keys to the four rooms from the drawer and handed them to him. "If any of you immortals need anything, just call me."
These are cultivators from Sword Bright Immortal Mountain; they cannot be neglected. If it weren't for the fact that the person in the top-tier room is even more unapproachable, the innkeeper would definitely have found a way to free up a few rooms. Unfortunately, that person is Xue Ci, the ancestor of the Thousand Machines Sect, so there's really nothing that can be done.
The others didn't mind. After getting the keys, Song Heyu said, "Two people per room, Gu Zhi and I will stay together. You can decide who you want to stay with in the remaining three rooms."
Upon hearing this, Song Yao subconsciously looked in Mingjian's direction.
Mingjian, however, was unwilling to go with him, and naturally, he wouldn't want to go to Xiao Bumian either. He preferred another disciple who didn't like to talk.
But as soon as he lifted his foot, he felt as if a venomous snake was coiled around the back of his neck. Turning his head, he met Xiao Bumian's gloomy eyes.
Mingjian: "..."
Xiao Bumian curled her lips into a smile, tilting her head slightly.
Mingjian: "…………"
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!
Well, that's humiliating.
It's because his cultivation level is far inferior to Xiao Bumian's.
But if Xiao Bumian really had ulterior motives towards him, he wouldn't have humiliated him so quickly, even if it cost him his life; he would have struggled for a while longer.
Mingjian silently grumbled to himself, then stepped forward and took a key from Song Heyu's hand, saying reluctantly, "I'll share a room with Xie Hanwei."
Song Heyu nodded and handed him the key.
Seeing that Mingjian had taken it, Xiao Bumian didn't linger downstairs any longer and went upstairs with the sword in his arms. Mingjian saw that he had left first and hurriedly followed him.
Song Yao clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He subconsciously looked in the direction Ming Jian and Xiao Bumian had left, but unexpectedly met a pair of deep, sinister eyes. Xiao Bumian had just turned around and was looking at him with a half-smile.
With just one glance, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar; Song Yao felt as if the blood in his body had been frozen.
Song Yao found it hard to describe his feelings; it was as if he were facing a demon that had crawled out of the deepest hell, a sight that could send chills down one's spine with just a glance.
But clearly, Xie Hanwei is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining.
He has already reached the first level of Foundation Establishment. As long as he passes the assessment in this year's sect competition, he can become an inner disciple.
Clearly, he and his junior brother are a better match.
Shouldn't the junior brother like him more?
Why would you rather live with a monk who only has outward appearances than be with him?
"Song Yao? Song Yao!" Song Heyu raised her voice, finally waking Song Yao up.
"Um?"
Song Heyu frowned, "What's wrong with you? I can't wake you up no matter what I do."
"Nothing much," Song Yao murmured, lowering his eyes again.
"It's good that you're alright." Song Heyu handed him the last key. "You and your third senior brother will share a room, the innermost one."
"Okay." Song Yao nodded.
Seeing that he was alright, Song Heyu was relieved and went upstairs with Gu Zhi.
In the shadows where no one was watching, a wisp of demonic energy seized the moment when Song Yao's mind was shaken and suddenly entered his body.
Song Yao froze, his pupils dilated suddenly, then refocused in an instant, as if the strange phenomenon just now was just an illusion.
He frowned and looked around, but found nothing. He attributed the inexplicable dizziness to the oppressive aura emanating from Xiao Bumian. Little did he know that deep within his consciousness, a wisp of demonic energy, like a bone-deep ailment, had lain dormant.
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Mingjian didn't plan to sleep that night.
What's the difference between being in a room with a lecherous man who's after him and walking right into a trap?
So he decided to practice all night and finally comprehend the last move of the "Return to Origin Scripture" that he had just borrowed from the library a few days ago.
Unlike him, Xiao Bumian lay down on the bed as soon as he entered the inn. His sleeping posture was almost rigidly upright. The warm yellow candlelight floated on his pale face, making his eyebrows and eyes appear even more beautiful. The red lotus pattern on his forehead seemed to be moving as well, and his black hair was spread out beneath him, like a captivating demon.
Mingjian: "..."
Why is Xiao Bumian so arrogant, while he can only meditate and cultivate on the chaise lounge to prevent Xiao Bumian from taking advantage of him?
Most importantly, how could he still be sleeping with his cultivation level already?!
After an unknown amount of time, just as Mingjian was getting too sleepy and was hesitating whether to go to sleep as well, the evil spirit on the bed opened its eyes.
“You’re so strange,” Xiao Bumian said.
A note from the author:
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Mingjian: A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!
(Xiao Bumian glanced at it)
Mingjian: ... (flatly reaches for the key)
He silently thought to himself, "Ugh, how insulting. You're more powerful, so you get to call the shots." [Laughing and crying with face covered]
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