Chapter 17: A Little Jealous and Wants to Kill Them
You don't need to turn around to know who's behind you.
After hesitating for a while, Mingjian still gritted his teeth and left with Song Yao.
Song Heyu, who was walking ahead, glanced at the two people's backs and subconsciously looked in Xiao Bumian's direction. She saw Xiao Bumian calmly withdraw his gaze, his long eyelashes drooping and casting a shadow on his pale skin.
Seemingly noticing his gaze, Xiao Bumian raised her eyes to meet his, pursed her lips, and smiled gently.
Song Heyu was slightly taken aback, wondering if it was just his imagination, but although Xiao Bumian was smiling, he felt a chill run down his spine.
"Junior Brother Xie, where have you been these past few days?" Song Heyu ignored the uncomfortable feeling and took the initiative to talk to Xiao Bumian.
“I went to find some things,” Xiao Bumian said.
Since he didn't specify what it was, Song Heyu didn't press the matter. He had simply disappeared a few days ago when Mingjian was away. Since Mingjian returned, Xiao Bumian had also come back. It seemed the two had a good relationship.
Neither Song Heyu nor Xiao Bumian were talkative people, and they fell completely silent after the topic ended.
Suddenly, Gu Zhi, who was standing to the side, asked while holding his sword, "Why have I never seen you in the sect before, junior brother?"
Xiao Bumian: "I don't know either. There are so many disciples in the sect. Isn't it normal that Senior Brother hasn't seen me before?"
Gu Zhi glanced at Xiao Bumian. He had seen many beauties, but he was still amazed by him. His white outer disciple's robe accentuated his slender waist, and his dark black hair was unbound, falling casually to his waist, the ends swaying gently with his nonchalant steps.
The alluring red lotus pattern on his forehead made his pale skin appear even more striking. Yet, he possessed a pair of captivating, almond-shaped eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, always conveying a hint of a half-smile when he looked at people.
Given this appearance, it should be similar to Mingjian's; even if his cultivation level is not high, he should still be known to everyone.
But then another voice arose from his consciousness, telling him that this was perfectly normal.
Seeing Gu Zhi lost in thought, Song Heyu assumed that Gu Zhi was deliberately provoking Xiao Bumian because of Xie Hanwei's name. After all, Gu Zhi couldn't stand anyone saying anything bad about Hanwei Immortal Venerable, let alone the fact that Xie Hanwei's name was the same as Hanwei Immortal Venerable's.
He mediated between the two, saying, "There are many disciples in the Immortal Sect, and I imagine Junior Brother Xie doesn't often associate with others."
Xiao Bumian gave a casual "hmm" and didn't take it to heart.
He was clearly distracted, so Song Heyu pulled Gu Zhi to her side and stopped him from bothering Xiao Bumian.
Not long after, Mingjian returned.
Although Gu Zhi had previously thought that Ming Jian's cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Refining would only be a burden to their group, Ming Jian's attitude had been quite good these past few days. Therefore, Gu Zhi no longer liked to be sarcastic towards him as before, and asked, "What does Song Yao want with you?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Bumian lowered his eyelashes slightly.
"Senior Brother Song was injured and asked me if I had any medicinal powder that could treat wounds." Ming Jian didn't hide anything and honestly told Gu Zhi directly.
"A wound?" Gu Zhi frowned, looking at Song Yao who was walking not far from Li Mingjian. "Can't I use spiritual power?"
Song Yao said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Gu. I don't know what kind of poisonous herb I encountered in the secret realm, but the wound I cut a few days ago hasn't fully healed for several days. I saw that Junior Brother had bandaged Fellow Daoist Xie's wound, so I thought I'd ask him if he had any more wound medicine."
In the cultivation world, there are indeed herbs in some secret realms that can render cultivators' spiritual power and elixirs ineffective. Gu Zhi had no doubt. "This merman ruin is truly strange. What you encountered may be the Bone-Eating Grass." He turned around and reminded them, "In secret realms, everyone should be careful."
The others all nodded.
"What level of cultivation do you have? Why do you still need Golden Wound Powder?" Gu Zhi asked with a hint of disdain.
He was clearly forcing a smile; a few days ago, he might have just rolled his eyes secretly and let it go. But after spending these past few days together, he found that Gu Zhi was actually quite nice, except that a single lick of his lips could poison him.
After thinking for a moment, he still defended himself, "My cultivation level is already at the sixth level of Qi Refining. I don't believe you haven't used it before."
Before reaching the third level of Qi Refining, cultivators are only slightly better physically and stronger than ordinary people. Otherwise, they are no different from ordinary people. Although healing pills are useful, they are expensive and not very useful for cultivators before the third level of Qi Refining, so most cultivators will not waste spirit stones to buy them.
Gu Zhi curled his lips, "Never used it, I was born at the third level of Qi Refining."
Mingjian: "..."
He wanted to swing the sword at his face. Couldn't they just smash all these gifted monsters to death with swords?!
Xiao Bumian felt a strange sense of irritation as they talked on and on, but he still smiled on the surface.
He thought to himself that he might as well kill Akemi.
This cat is really naughty. First it followed Song Yao away, and now it's chatting happily with Gu Zhi. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was someone's cat.
Well, after he kills Mingjian, he'll kill Song Yao and Gu Zhi.
He rubbed the wound on his palm with his fingertips, feeling a little nauseous. If he had known Mingjian was such a fickle cat, he shouldn't have let him touch him.
However, Song Yao seemed pleased. Perhaps he had been coveting the little good-for-nothing for a long time and wanted him to be his cat, which was why he kept staring at the little good-for-nothing, even noticing when the little good-for-nothing applied medicine to him. Since he liked him so much, why not just cut him again and again when he killed him?
Since Gu Zhi loves talking to that good-for-nothing so much, then let's just sew his mouth shut, stitch by stitch.
Fortunately, before Xiao Bumian's patience ran out, Gu Zhi stopped talking to Ming Jian. Song Heyu pulled him aside, frowned, and silenced him.
"We're not far from the Mermaid's Cold Pool. It's said that a demonic beast guards this place. If we disturb it, it will surely be enraged. We'd better be careful." Song Heyu ignored Gu Zhi's resentful gaze and went ahead to lead the way.
Gu Zhi was speechless and almost fainted from anger.
He tried to express his dissatisfaction with body language, but after gesturing for a long time, no one understood him, so he had to sheepishly remain silent.
"We'll reach the Mermaid's Cold Pool in a little while. Before we go in, please put the Mind-Awakening Pill under your tongue to avoid the miasma in the pool disturbing your mind." Song Heyu distributed the pills one by one from the small jade bottle in her hand, and also put a Mind-Awakening Pill under her tongue.
After Ming Jian finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Bumian playing with the Awakening Pill in his hand.
Mingjian was silent for a while, then thought to himself, "Alright, alright, I know the yandere has high cultivation, but at least pretend to be something she's not. There are so many people watching."
So Ming saw Xiaoxiao and quickly snatched the Awakening Pill from Xiao Bumian's hand, stuffing it into Xiao Bumian's mouth without looking at him.
He thoughtfully gave him a hint: "Miasma is an extremely yin and poisonous substance. Ordinary cultivators are very difficult to resist without special protective techniques or magic treasures. In particular, cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage are almost powerless against miasma."
You yandere! Don't forget your current identity as an outer disciple at the seventh level of Qi Refining!
Song Heyu nodded in agreement, "It's probably normal for Junior Brother Xie to be unaware of the miasma in the secret realm since this is his first time going down the mountain for training."
Mingjian: "Yes, yes, this is the first time we've both entered the secret realm."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Bumian's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and he obediently put the stimulating pill between his teeth under his tongue.
Song Heyu pursed her lips. "It's alright, just remember next time. No matter what level of mission it is, you should always keep some Awakening Pills in your Qiankun Bag, just in case. You two just need to remember that, we did the same thing before."
Mingjian thanked Song Heyu, and only breathed a sigh of relief after he turned around.
Xiao Bumian was puzzled as to why he was making such a fuss, and said calmly, "Those miasmas are useless to me."
Mingjian: "...Then let me praise you."
Was he worried about whether the miasma would work on him? He was clearly worried that Xiao Bumian's identity would be exposed, wasn't he?
If Xiao Bumian is recognized, the rumors of him and Mingjian being together will spread like wildfire within the Lingxi Mirror within a few days. By then, wouldn't it be a certainty that Xiao Bumian is in love with him?
If Xiao Bumian's enemies come looking for him, wanting to use him to threaten Xiao Bumian, wouldn't he become a sitting duck? He's only at the sixth level of Qi Refining now; let alone being a shield for Xiao Bumian, he might be obliterated by a single sword strike.
Therefore, ever since entering the secret realm, Mingjian has valued Xiao Bumian's status as an immortal venerable more than his own life.
"No need." Xiao Bumian suddenly leaned down, his thin lips almost touching Mingjian's earlobe. His breath was not warm, and it gently sprayed on Mingjian's neck.
Mingjian didn't know what was wrong with him, but almost instantly she recalled his terrible dream. Her ear tips turned bright red, and even her neck was flushed with a faint blush. Her eyelashes trembled in panic.
What is Xiao Bumian trying to do?
He racked his brains for a moment, the hairs on his body standing on end. Could Xiao Bumian be planning to bite him, just like in his dream?
He was just being sarcastic, was it really that big of a deal?
Or perhaps he was always unrequited in his love for her, and maybe it was because he left with Song Yao that Xiao Bumian was angered. So she didn't care about taking a bite out of him in front of everyone?
Mingjian was furious.
Xiao Bumian really didn't care about his life or death. With so many people watching, if he really bit him, he wouldn't be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
"Never mind," Mingjian thought. "If Xiao Bumian really bites him, he'll bite back."
It's better for two people to bite each other than for one person to bite.
It at least looks like a fight.
After a fierce internal struggle, Mingjian finally decided to accept his fate.
Then Xiao Bumian frowned and said with slight disgust, "You smell bad."
As he spoke, he cast a Cleanse spell on Mingjian.
Mingjian: "...?"
Xiao Bumian cast a cleaning spell, but after smelling it, he was still not satisfied, so he cast several more on Mingjian.
Ming's smile wasn't entirely genuine; she was bewildered by Xiao Bumian's actions, but also relieved to have escaped a biting frenzy. "Thank you, I think I smell pretty good."
You stink! Your whole family stinks!
Xiao Bumian smelled it again before he was satisfied.
The little rascal is his cat, so it can't be allowed to smell like anyone else.
"It doesn't smell anymore."
Mingjian: "I've never smelled bad."
“Just now.”
"..."
Mingjian decided to end this idiotic exchange first, taking two big steps forward to distance himself from Xiao Bumian.
Fifteen minutes later, Song Heyu raised her hand, signaling everyone to stop.
Ahead, the fog billowed and swirled, like a veil, completely obscuring the view deep within. A chilly wind swept by, and a faint sound of water could be heard from within the fog, as if something had gently skimmed across the surface before quickly disappearing.
A note from the author:
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I'll finish the rest when I wake up in the morning [laughing and crying emoji] Goodnight.
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