Chapter 38 The Mohist School of Central China (3) Jade Hairpin
Moonlight streamed in, falling into the room and illuminating the flickering candlelight.
Under the moonlight and candlelight, slender fingertips gently caressed the jade hairpin in her hand.
The crabapple blossoms on the jade hairpin are lifelike, but unfortunately, one corner is missing.
"Knock knock"
Someone knocked on the door.
Outside the room, Song Anran tentatively spoke, "Senior brother."
Fu Yusheng put the jade hairpin back into the brocade box and said, "Come in."
Song Anran brought in a bowl of herbal medicine. "Senior brother, drink your medicine."
"Okay," he replied. "Just leave it there."
Song Anran put down the medicine but didn't leave. Fu Yusheng raised an eyebrow. "What, is there something else?"
"Senior brother, senior sister said she must make sure you drink all the medicine."
Fu Yusheng found it somewhat amusing, "Could I possibly refuse to drink?"
Song Anran muttered, "Who knows?"
"Um?"
He quickly changed his tune, "Senior brother, we were just worried about you. You came back this time and fainted again at the entrance of the hospital. My senior sister and I are really worried about you."
Just like Master said, if you focused more on yourself, you wouldn't always end up in such a mess...
He muttered to himself, and Fu Yusheng, helpless, drank the medicine.
He showed the empty bowl to Song Anran, who was then satisfied and took the bowl to leave, saying, "Senior brother, get some rest."
As Fu Yusheng watched him leave, he made sure to close the door behind him and chuckled softly.
The room fell silent again. His gaze fell on the jade on the table, his light-colored eyes smiling, appearing especially gentle in the candlelight.
The jade gleams with a spiritual light and has a warm, smooth texture.
This was also the reason for his trip. He thought that the jade pendant he had given her last time was broken, and she was probably not very happy. Unfortunately, the jade used to make the pendant had been used up, so he had to find a new one.
Cheng Minxi said that she went to Zhongzhou, which means she has already suspected his identity. The next time they meet will probably be the time when they recognize each other. She hopes that this new jade pendant will make her less angry.
Thinking this, he chuckled again. If the elders of the Yaotai Realm knew what he wanted to do with the jade pendant, they would definitely scold him for wasting it.
The Spirit Gathering Jade, a rare find even once in a millennium, is born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and formed in the depths of the North Sea. It attracts countless wandering souls and vengeful spirits. These wandering souls and vengeful spirits feed on the spiritual energy of cultivators, and those cultivators who fall into the North Sea will be completely destroyed if they are not careful.
However, the Spirit Gathering Jade is also an excellent material for forging divine artifacts, attracting countless cultivators to follow one after another. He actually used such a piece of jade to make a jade pendant!
only.
He thought, how could something that has been given be wasted?
...
"Wait!" Inside the Mo family compound, Shi Yubai was listening attentively to Mo Tingchuan's story when the image of the person she was talking about became more and more familiar, and he almost spat out the tea he had just drunk.
"Who are you talking about? The one in red with light-eyed eyes? The Sword Master of the Dust Sword?!"
Mo Tingchuan's gaze remained fixed on Fu Yunyao, and he failed to see any reaction from her.
Upon hearing Shi Yubai's question, she nodded slightly.
She said.
"Yes, he was the Sword Master of the Dust Sword Sect. The one... whom everyone believed to have perished in the South China Sea, his meridians severed and his body wreathed in demonic energy—"
"Let the Dust Sword Master..."
At that time, Mo Tingchuan, like everyone else, believed that Fu Yusheng had died in the South China Sea.
So when she saw this young man who had the exact same features as the legendary Sword Master Rangchen, her first reaction was not to connect the two.
The young man sacrificed his own life essence to incorporate into the mechanical weapon that they had been researching for months but had yet to succeed with.
With his help, their research progressed rapidly. In just three months, the demons in Zhongzhou City were almost completely wiped out, and casualties were greatly reduced.
On the day the demons in the city perished, Fu Yusheng found her.
He gave her a jade slip.
"With the protective shield of the city's borders and the presence of the Dust Sword Qi, no monsters can enter the Central Plains region."
As for the demonic beasts, this jade slip records the characteristics and weaknesses of all demons in the world; hopefully, it will be of help to you.
Mo Tingchuan took the jade slip from his hand. "Are you leaving?"
He nodded. "Yes, I think you can protect Zhongzhou yourselves."
"Sword Master." Mo Tingchuan called out to Fu Yusheng, who was about to leave.
He paused, turning his head slightly.
She didn't understand, "With your abilities, you could have easily annihilated the demons in the city. Why did you have to offer up your life essence?"
"We are so useless, we've dragged you down with us, even losing the vital essence of a cultivator..."
“But I don’t think you’re useless,” Fu Yusheng interrupted her. “Rather than helping you eliminate demons, I’d much rather see you maintain your inner resolve and never give up, even when facing the inherent disadvantages of demons and humans. And you have that ability.”
Mo Tingchuan stood there, stunned. Because of the scarcity of spiritual energy, Zhongzhou had always been the most despised and discriminated against by other regions. He was the second and the first cultivator to praise them.
She laughed, her voice filled with relief, "Young Master Yao and you are both truly gentle people."
Fu Yusheng tilted his head slightly and murmured in a pleasant voice, "Liao Liao? She is indeed gentle and kind."
Mo Tingchuan handed him the brocade box, saying, "Three months ago, the young master came to Zhongzhou and accidentally left this jade hairpin behind. I saw that the character 'float' was carved at the bottom of the hairpin, so it's perfect to give it to the sword master."
"..."
Fu Yunyao didn't understand. "Since you know Fu Yusheng's identity, you should also have heard that I have always been at odds with him, to the point of being irreconcilable. Some people even speculate that I was behind his death in the South China Sea."
How could you give him my jade hairpin?
"However, I always felt that the young master and he were not as hostile as the rumors suggested."
Shi Yubai couldn't help but ask, "So, you were partly responsible for Mo Beili saying that Sword Master Chen is very important to Yun Yao, right?"
“Xiao Bei?” Mo Tingchuan raised an eyebrow. “That’s probably her own idea.”
She was about to say something when she heard the panicked voices of the Mo family members outside the room.
"Master, something has happened at the Demon Suppression Bureau!"
...
Countless demons are trapped in the dimly lit dungeon.
In one of the cells, the chains that were specifically designed to imprison Yao Mo were broken, and there were still traces of blood, still warm, on the cell floor.
"How is this possible?" Mo Tingchuan stared at the scene before him, his eyes filled with shock. "No demon has ever been able to escape these mechanisms and chains."
Shi Yubai probed the atmosphere in the cell, then looked up with a complicated expression. "There is no demonic energy or monster energy here."
"Impossible!" the guard said first. "We couldn't have arrested the wrong person!"
Fu Yunyao looked around and asked, "The one that escaped was the demon we caught in front of Wu's Noodle Shop today?"
The attendant composed himself slightly and nodded in agreement. "Yes. It was a fire fox demon. Ten days ago, it set fire to the incense shop in South Alley, causing serious injury to the shop owner, the disappearance of the spice maker, and property damage to the surrounding residents. We investigated for several days before discovering its whereabouts and capturing it."
Shi Yubai frowned. "But I really didn't detect any demonic energy in this cell."
Fu Yunyao examined the chains lying on the ground. The mechanism was still intact, and it didn't seem to have been destroyed by brute force.
"You mean the mechanisms and chains in this cell were specifically designed for demons, right?"
Mo Tingchuan nodded, "Yes, no demon has ever been able to escape from here."
Her voice trailed off, the demon indeed couldn't escape, but...
What if it's a person?
The traps here can imprison demons, but they cannot imprison a person who has neither demonic nor evil aura.
Even though this premise is far-fetched, it is the only reasonable explanation.
Mo Tingchuan looked at the person standing respectfully to one side, his gaze losing its usual gentleness and appearing somewhat sharp.
The man immediately lowered his head, "I'll go check right away!"
She then looked away and said apologetically to Fu Yunyao and Shi Yubai, "Perhaps they made a mistake and mistook the offender for a demon. I apologize for the misunderstanding."
Before leaving the Demon Suppression Bureau's prison, Fu Yunyao turned back one last time, gazing at the dimly lit dungeon and the wisps of resentment emanating from each cell.
Someone looked up and met her gaze. He was wearing a mask, but his dark red eyes were completely devoid of emotion.
Without anger, without sorrow, without resentment.
That gaze didn't seem to belong to a volatile and ferocious demon.
Fu Yunyao thought to herself, "This Demon-Slaying Bureau is quite interesting."
The copper bell on her wrist swayed gently, its clear sound echoing in the quiet cell. She slightly withdrew her gaze.
However, this has nothing to do with her anymore.
...
"Knock knock, knock."
Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees swayed, and in the depths of a secluded south alley, a person wearing a black cloak knocked on a door.
A moment later, the door was opened from the inside, and the person could no longer hold on and fell forward.
The people inside quickly helped him up, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily. After confirming it was safe, they brought the unconscious man into the room.
The door closed again, and the snow-white moonlight reflected the blood droplets falling in front of the door.
Right across from this house, two demon hunters were crouching on the eaves. After watching the person they had been chasing enter the house, they gestured to prepare to leave first.
However, the moment they set off, a piercing pain spread throughout their bodies, and a chill permeated their hearts.
They looked down at their chests, pierced by something unknown, and when they opened their mouths, blood dripped from them.
One of them struggled to pull out a signal tube from his waist, but the next moment, his hand was severed, and he lost consciousness completely.
The remaining person stared at the opposite window with a mixture of satisfaction and fear. Through the slightly open window, he saw the young man sitting in his seat, playing with the cup in his hand.
He looked up, his dark red eyes appearing particularly eerie in the candlelight.
The demon hunter opened his mouth, and amidst the blood and foam, he spoke silently.
"It's...you..."
His eyes widened, and he lost consciousness.
The black mist swept over their corpses, and in an instant, all the blood and bodies on the ground disappeared, as if everything that had just happened was nothing but a dream.
The black mist swept past the half-closed window, closing it completely and obscuring the view inside.
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Author's Note: There's one more short but sweet little bonus chapter~
Mid-Autumn Festival Special Episode~
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