Chapter 14 Exceptional Excellence (Part Two) He had seen many eyes like that…
The Myriad Manifestations Compass is one of the most precious treasures of Daohe Palace. It contains a star array, with the human realm as its diagram and stars as small as seeds. As long as there is even a wisp of breath, even an ant, it cannot escape from the array.
However, ten days have passed and he has still not found any trace of Lin Feiran, which is unreasonable.
As Wei Changzai stopped in a small town, a question inevitably arose in his mind: perhaps the Myriad Manifestations Compass had some kind of restriction he was unaware of.
Using the human realm as a framework, a chessboard is laid out across the world, scattered like stars, with all phenomena remaining as one...
He recalled Zhang Chunhe's words, pausing for a moment when he read about the human realm, as if something was about to emerge from the mist.
With a whoosh, a paper bird flapped its wings again from the sky, but he didn't even look at it. He simply made a hand seal to fix its position, and the paper bird slowly fell down, half of its tail feathers charred yellow, almost burning.
This is Master's messenger bird; as long as it hasn't been lit, it can be considered as if it hasn't been received.
A startled cry rang in his ears. He turned to look and saw a wandering Taoist priest carrying a satchel and making two flippant lip gestures.
The old Taoist priest glanced at the trapped paper bird, then at the ancient and profound compass, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He couldn't help but ask, "Young fellow Taoist, which sect do you belong to? Have you come down the mountain to exorcise demons?"
This young Taoist has a sturdy build and clear eyes. He is holding a treasure with an air of nonchalance, clearly a naive child who has just come down from the mountain and knows nothing of the world.
Although he couldn't tell what the young fellow Daoist held, it must be a treasure. Most people rely on stealing and robbing to advance their cultivation while traveling the world; otherwise, how could they compare with disciples from sects and aristocratic families?
Today is truly a stroke of good fortune; a lamb has been delivered to him while he was lost.
The "child" quietly sized him up, his eyes expressionless, and then replied without batting an eye: "Yes, my master gave me this compass, but I don't quite know how to use it, so I haven't been able to find any prey for a long time, which is really frustrating. I wonder if you have any ideas?"
"Of course!"
The old Taoist priest immediately replied that most of them, the wandering Taoists, were not highly accomplished, but after traveling the world for many years, they had their own unique or insidious methods of finding things.
"To be honest, young friend, I have traveled for many years and have earned the humble title of 'Yarrow Stalk Taoist.' My divination skills are quite decent; I can even divine the fate of newborn demon beasts!"
Fearing he wouldn't believe him, the old Taoist immediately pulled out fifty yarrow stalks from his satchel. After a few movements, he declared, "Young friend, you come from Zhongzhou... You are a disciple of Daohe Palace, only nineteen years old, with little kinship ties. You have a great opportunity to cultivate the path of ruthlessness."
Wei Changzai raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing surprise, and then bowed respectfully: "Fellow Daoist has discerning eyes, I hope you will lend a helping hand."
"Fortune-telling goes against the will of Heaven, and there must be a reward." The old Taoist's gaze fell on the compass.
Wei Changzai was about to raise his hand to remove the restriction on the compass when he paused, only removing half of it before handing it back to the old Taoist priest. He lowered his head and said, "For a fair trade, please perform a divination. After the divination, I will immediately present this compass to you."
fair?
The old Taoist priest chuckled inwardly and immediately reached out to grasp the other half of the compass. He had originally intended to take advantage of the situation, but after a second thought, he took out the yarrow stalks and began to fiddle with them.
This child is a disciple of Daohe Palace. If anything were to happen to him, his master would come after him, and he wouldn't be able to withstand it. So it wouldn't hurt to have his fortune told, since he voluntarily made the exchange.
The old Taoist priest twirled the yarrow stalks between Wei Changzai's fingers with one hand: "Think about the monster you want to hunt, what it looks like, what its aura is, and if you are sincere, the spirit will come."
Wei Changzai looked at him carefully, then closed her eyes and recalled what he said, and her brows gradually relaxed.
The old Taoist priest muttered to himself, not daring to let Wei Changzai hear him clearly. He calculated the man's fate, then hesitated and stopped, muttering "Strange."
What a bizarre fate, like mist and swamp, unpredictable and turbulent, like life and death, intricately intertwined, yet with great fortune within... This is a fate he cannot fathom!
The old Taoist priest immediately tried to stop, but it was too late. He knelt down and spat a mouthful of blood all over the young Taoist's face.
The young Daoist opened his eyes calmly. His icy face was streaked with red and white, and he smelled strongly of blood. His two deep, mercury-like eyes looked around quietly. He asked, "Fellow Daoist, how is it? Is there any trace of him?"
They didn't ask about the vomiting of blood at all!
The old Taoist priest felt a lump in his throat, not knowing what important figure was being sought. He dared not look closely, fearing he might lose his life!
He snatched the compass and casually pointed east: "In Dongyu Prefecture, young friend, hurry up and set off, or you'll be late and leave again."
The young man wasn't angry. He even helped him up, raised his hand to remove all the restrictions on the compass, and looked at him with clear eyes: "Fellow Daoist, deceiving others is detrimental to one's Dao heart. I have removed all the restrictions. According to the agreement, you should tell the truth."
He completely forgot that he had been talking nonsense.
The old Taoist priest clicked his tongue in amazement, then put the compass into his robes: "I'm already spitting blood, do you think I'd lie to you?"
Wei Changzai looked at him in confusion: "Even the dead can lie, let alone the living, not to mention a villain like you, lying is just a piece of cake for you."
The old Taoist priest jumped up and down: "Who's the villain!"
Wei Changzai raised his hand and drew a hand seal, trapping the man in place. A sudden gust of wind filled his robes. He looked at him quietly and said softly, "You are. I have seen the eyes of the wicked the most."
Daohe Palace has a cultivation technique called the Eye of Wisdom that can initially reveal the flow of spiritual energy, making everything appear sluggish. It can then be used to identify treasures and discern the essence of things, even souls. At its highest level, it can even see into people's hearts.
The human heart and the eyes are clearly separated by only a layer of skin, yet one can only see them when one has cultivated to the highest level.
If one can see into people's hearts, one can diminish the seven emotions and extinguish the six desires. That is why Zhang Chunhe entrusted Taihui to teach and resolve Wei Changzai's doubts, wanting him to impart all his knowledge.
Cultivating this technique requires a fortunate opportunity to comprehend it, and Taihui was such a person. Back then, he could discern Lin Feiran's budding innate sword bone at a glance, so he naturally taught Wei Changzai with ease.
Unfortunately, Wei Changzai was not destined to succeed; his cultivation stalled at the level of recognizing treasures and identifying pearls, leaving everyone with nothing but regret.
Wei Chang was unmoved by this; he never felt that seeing into people's hearts was difficult.
Greed, jealousy, hatred, and anger cannot be concealed. Like a poorly made pen soaked in ink, even as it expands and contracts, it cannot remain hidden for long before it bursts forth from its dense bristles.
Even when he was very young, he could see these sticky human hearts, these ink-like colors that would seep into every face and every pair of eyes.
He had seen many, others' and his own.
The old Taoist priest's eyes were nothing more than the most ordinary pair he had ever seen in his life.
His gaze was calm, his eyes blinked slightly, and a drop of blood fell from his eyelashes onto the blade of the sword that had already been drawn. The sword was about to fall to the side of the old Taoist's neck, exuding a chilling and desolate aura.
"Please trouble you to recalculate where she is."
The old Taoist priest's legs trembled, and he could only beg for mercy: "Young immortal, my heart is breaking! This person's fate is unpredictable, beyond my ability to fathom! I truly do not know where she is... Do not draw your sword! I... I can only see the far south, the endless coastline!"
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
Seeing the man sheath his sword and bend down to take the compass away, the old Taoist priest was still reeling from the trembling and could only wipe the blood from his lips.
Damn it, this is like being double-crossed! Is no one going to do anything about it?!
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After straightening her clothes, Lin Feiran pushed open the door and entered.
As the name suggests, the residence of the swan is Lianqiao Palace. As the name suggests, the place consists of about ten palaces, surrounded by the Jade Belt Stream, which shines like silver silk. The palaces are connected by boardwalks, and there are also several children of the ginseng tribe tending to the flowers and plants.
Everywhere is sparkling, and every petal exudes fragrance.
As she entered, one of the ginseng boys ran up to her and said, "Please come with me, young lady."
The ginseng boy leading the way had his hair tied in a high ponytail with a paulownia leaf hanging from it. He had a red dot the size of a copper coin painted on each cheek, giving him a comical and adorable look.
For some reason, all the ginseng boys were dressed like this. During the few days they delivered medicine to Lin Feiran, she couldn't resist flicking one of their high ponytails, which was very bouncy.
The two crossed the pier, making several turns, and finally stopped in front of a temple. The boy pushed open the temple door, bowed slightly to the inner door, and then said, "The Venerable One is waiting for you."
After saying that, he turned and left. Lin Feiran took a deep breath and finally stepped inside.
Inside the hall, there were nine magnificent lotus lanterns standing around, their wicks still burning, their flames like fluttering butterflies. A hexagonal skylight opened in the roof, allowing the bright sunlight to stream in and envelop a jade throne in the hall.
On the jade throne, a person rested his head on his forehead with his eyes closed, and a white fox with green eyes sat squatting beside his legs.
Light footsteps echoed in the hall. The person on the throne slowly raised his eyes, his emerald eyes shimmering, and the red marks on his eyes showed a faint blush in the golden sunlight.
"Finally, the fake moon of Taiwu Kingdom has arrived." He went straight to the point without any pleasantries or preamble.
Lin Feiran bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Ru Xian straightened up, crossed her legs, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Have you seen me before? Have you seen me before?"
"ah?"
Even the slow-witted Lin Feiran exclaimed in surprise, wondering if such lame jokes were also popular in the demon realm.
She's currently the worst at handling jokes.
Lin Feiran was silent for a moment, then told the truth: "I have never met you, it was just a humble way of putting it."
"Is that so?" Ru Xian didn't seem to care, as if she had just said it casually. "Then what I said just now was just a joke. How are your injuries?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran sincerely expressed his gratitude: "I am much better now, thank you so much for the medicine you provided these past few days, Your Excellency."
Ru Xian chuckled lightly, saying meaningfully, "How much better can it be? It's just a matter of going from a collapsed house and walls to a place where the wind leaks everywhere."
After the words were spoken, both of them fell silent, their eyes meeting only.
Lin Feiran had met him twice so far, but they had looked at each other countless times. For some reason, she always had a special sense of familiarity with him. Even though this demon lord was a riddle-maker who liked to play on the unspoken meaning, she seemed to be able to grasp a sense of harmony from his silence.
Just like now, she was certain that he and she were thinking the same thing.
Ru Xian broke the silence first: "If you want to ask about your spiritual veins, just ask. There's no need to beat around the bush. I didn't call you here today so you could stare at me."
Lin Feiran no longer hesitated and immediately clasped his hands and bowed: "I am born with blocked meridians, which makes it difficult for me to cultivate. Your Excellency is learned and knowledgeable, and has achieved great success in the art of medicine. Do you know if there is a method to unblock my meridians?"
They didn't hold back at all.
Lin Feiran is like a little silly goose; if you ask her to speak frankly, she won't mince words.
Ru Xian found it amusing, but didn't show it on her face. She simply raised her hand to support her chin, and began to swing her dangling leg, her ankle...
Seeing Lin Feiran's eyes light up slightly, he said, "But none of it will be of any use to you."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her brows furrowed a little. He then said, "However, it doesn't matter whether it works or not, you don't have a stagnation of the pulse."
Those eyes lit up again, like sparks in the wind, flickering and dimming, as if she couldn't help but chuckle softly, looking quite pleased.
The fox beside him couldn't understand the undercurrents and barked in confusion, thinking that Lin Feiran had given Ru Xian some kind of drug. It then flicked its tail and bared its teeth at her. The strange commotion between the master and servant left Lin Feiran completely bewildered.
"Hot goods".
With a smile still on her lips, Ru Xian tapped the fox's head with her finger and handed it a gold medal. The green-eyed fox's eyes lit up, and it began to eat it without looking up.
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Lin Feiran disregarded his earlier strange laughter and asked, "May I ask, Your Excellency, are there any strange illnesses like mine in this world?"
Ru Xian then looked up at her and said, "Yes, but it's not an illness. Your spiritual veins are neither injured nor broken by fate; you're just under a curse. The curse is ancient and few people know it, let alone know how to treat you."
"However, I have always loved to be one of the few who can do what others cannot. Others may be helpless with your spiritual veins, but I can heal them completely."
He raised his hand to wipe the red marks from his eyes and said slowly, "But don't be too hasty. Now that you've asked, it's my turn. What's your name, what's your identity, and why did you impersonate Mingyue in the Demon Realm?"
Lin Feiran was silent for a moment: "I don't have any special identity. I'm just an ordinary sect disciple who fled the mountains in despair and had no choice but to seek refuge in the demon realm. My name is Lin Feiran."
"Which one is outstanding?"
"Not Wenfei, but naturally so."
A note from the author:
The silly goose is the cutest! (loud)
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