In the Spirit Snake Realm, clouds and mists thickened like frost. A grand hall silently stood atop the Spirit Eye, a place rich in spiritual energy. The entire structure was majestic and magnificent, yet, considering the identity of its occupant, it seemed to take on a somewhat eerie aura, causing many cultivators to hesitate to glance at it.
At this moment, in the inner hall, the owner of this palace, the Lord of the Spirit Snake Realm whose reputation is so terrifying that it can instill fear in the entire Spirit Snake Realm, is drinking silently alone.
The main hall door was closed, but the windows were ajar. The curtains were made of a light green silk silk, a magical product. Not only did it let in the fresh air outside, but it also filtered out sounds, preventing any malicious words from entering the room.
It seems that at this moment, outside the window, in addition to the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest and the chirping of many birds, there is another beautiful music full of joy, which is transmitted to the ears of the palace owner.
The palace master endured this melodious, profound music, the chorus of birdsong, the almost unconscious smile that almost brought a smile to one's face. Finally, his patience ran out. He emptied the crystal-clear wine in his cup, pushed the cup to the white-clad attendant kneeling beside his desk, and asked coldly, "Is that gentleman still out there calling the spring birds?"
Bai Lian: “…”
When Zhen Shuangliu said this, his tone was neither high nor low, and his voice was neither loud nor soft, but he could guarantee that this sentence would fall completely into the ears of the alien outside the window.
The alien creature pretended not to hear anything and pretended nothing happened. It even had the audacity to chuckle with its beautiful voice.
"I saw that kid from Jiujiang kill with sound—Speaking of which, when it comes to killing with sound, what should you call me?"
Zhen Shuangliu: "..."
His Yin-Slaying technique was taught by Que Cangjiang, and it was obvious that Que Cangjiang must have learned it from this man surnamed Gong. If seniority was strictly enforced, he would have to acknowledge Gong Yizhu as his master.
...Bullshit.
Zhen Shuangliu sneered, "For someone like me who has become famous for being heartless and ruthless, are you urging me to betray my master and ancestors as soon as possible?"
Gong Yizhu said with relief: "As long as you admit it, that's good."
Zhen Shuangliu was taken advantage of silently by him and couldn't help but choke. He glanced out the window with a gloomy look, and the veins on his forehead were already faintly exposed.
Bai Lian gave a wry smile and picked up the small, exquisite white jade wine pot on the table to pour him some wine. He sighed inwardly: The master of Lefeng Peak outside the window is Gongyi, and what he is doing now is not just playing with birds, but playing a serious piece of "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix". It is not easy for this distinguished guest to come from afar, and the host really doesn't need to be so harsh on him.
But at the same time, he knew clearly in his heart that it would be strange if his master didn't cause trouble for the other party.
He was a giant python that swallowed the sky. Although his abilities weren't earth-shattering, he could certainly rule the mountain and overturn the forest. He was inherently cold-blooded. Even if he had taken human form and recognized a master, he would have killed without blinking an eye like Hong Ling and Lan Bo. Unfortunately, he met the wrong master.
Zhen Shuangliu's youthful love was both passionate and devastating. He wandered alone for a century with these cold-blooded, icy snakes, finally finding temporary refuge on the Seven Islands. Of the Nine Snakes, Bai Lian was the first to transform, and he still remembered how unkempt his master was back then.
For cultivators who have passed the foundation-building stage, it is okay for them to not drink or eat, and sleep in the wind and dew, but since they are not in a dead-end retreat for more than ten years, it is too much to not comb their hair, wash their bodies, or even change their clothes.
On the day when Bai Lian transformed into a human form, Zhen Shuangliu looked at him indifferently. Looking at this white snake that was cultivated with his own blood and spirit energy and accompanied him for many years, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, not even a trace of emotion.
He reluctantly fulfilled his duty as a snake master, picked up the bundle on his knees and threw it over, indicating that the naked white snake should find some clothes to put on. However, Bai Lian turned the bundle upside down and finally found that among all the luggage of Zhen Shuangliu, the cleanest, most decent and least wrinkled cloth was the bundle skin.
And come to think of it, Zhen Shuangliu wasn't wearing any immortal fabric. It was just ordinary, old mortal clothes that he hadn't changed in three months. Ever since Que Cangjiang's death, Zhen Shuangliu had traveled the world in a daze, never forgetting to buy a pot of wine at every stop—he only cared about that—so the clothes he was wearing were covered in wine stains and the smell of it.
Bai Lian: “…”
The newly transformed white snake wiped its face in pain, conjured a magical robe, and then went to the human market a hundred miles away to buy new clothes, a handkerchief, and some soap nuts. It happened to be the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, when mortals were celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival, so Bai Lian took some rice dumplings, some colored thread, and the realgar wine that Zhen Shuangliu had specifically requested.
Bai Lian: "..." Although he is a powerful demon snake with no fear of realgar, his master is also a spirit snake host after all. Why would he drink realgar wine for no reason?
Bai Lian's trip was a quick one. When he left, even the clothes he was wearing were a trick, and when he returned, he was already covered with bags, bottles, and jars.
He first helped his master, who was indifferent to everything, to bathe, wash, and change into new clothes, and then persuaded him to eat some rice dumplings.
His momentary reluctance and care laid the foundation for the tragic and toilsome life he would endure for the rest of his life. When his brothers transformed, they were all sent by the Zhenshuang clan to assassinate, scout, interrogate, and gather intelligence. Only Bai Lian remained at Zhenshuang's side, becoming a multi-tasking butler.
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