Chapter 91 is a piece of oiled paper soaked in mist and rain...
The Tuyan Token is the identity document of the Meng family in Jingtai.
Meng Chiwan had seen it in "The Complete Guide to the Demon Realm". It was placed in a separate chapter with the Tuyan Flower. The chapter was not long, but it explained in detail the relationship of shared honor and disgrace between the Tuyan Order and the Tuyan Flower.
Before the destruction of the Meng family of Jingtai, they were practically all-powerful in the Demon Realm. Only the Meng family of Jingtai dared to use the Tuyan Flower, which was regarded as the boundary flower in the Demon Realm, as their family mark.
Later, the Meng family of Jingtai was destroyed, and the Tuyan flower was also regarded as an omen of misfortune, gradually fading from the sight of the people of the Demon Realm.
Meng Chiwan lowered her head and said, "Are you trying to tell me you're from the Meng family of Jingtai?"
Even so, it cannot prove that the Sorrowful Umbrella is in the Desolate Abyss.
Old Man Chen turned around and closed the door even tighter, so that Chen Yuanxing wouldn't hear a thing. When he turned back, his expression was solemn. He said, "This is the only thing that can lead you to the Sorrowful Umbrella. It can also keep you alive in the Desolate Abyss."
Meng Chiwan looked at the seemingly ordinary, faded bronze token. Her eyelids were lowered, her long eyelashes casting faint lines under her eyes, her lips were tightly pressed together, and her fingertips unconsciously rubbed together.
Lost in thought, she slowly figured out the key to it.
Chen Yuanxing said that his grandfather went to the Desolate Abyss to save him, and throughout history, very few people have been able to come out of the Desolate Abyss alive, let alone someone like Chen Yuanxing who came out seemingly unharmed.
However, judging from the way Old Man Chen treated Chen Yuanxing, he didn't seem like the type to let his grandson get infected with malaria without doing anything about it.
Meng Chiwan took out the wooden slip again. Time passed by, and the fifteenth had become the fourteenth.
It remains to be seen when Wan Er Cave will reopen.
Meng Chiwan closed her eyes, made up her mind, and said, "I am willing to go to the Desolate Abyss to gather herbs, but I have one condition."
Old Chen's face lit up with joy, his mustache twitched, and he finally forced a serious expression, saying, "I'll agree to any conditions."
Meng Chiwan took out a porcelain bottle from her storage bag and poured out two pills the size of red beans.
The elixir was vermilion in color, like two dots of cinnabar, or two red beans.
Meng Chiwan stared intently at the door that Old Man Chen was using to block it with his body. As she expected, Old Man Chen's expression froze for a moment, and his hand unconsciously gripped the door frame.
Meng Chiwan then smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, it's just two medicine pills. They're for Yuanxing. If you're worried, you can take one yourself."
Old Chen didn't speak, nor did he accept the pill.
Meng Chiwan's smile remained unchanged, even becoming brighter. She took two steps forward, intending to push open the door, and said, "If you're not going to eat, then give it all to Yuanxing."
"What are your requirements?" Old Chen asked just before she pushed open the door.
Meng Chiwan paused and said, "Give me the Tu Yan Token and feed the medicine to Yuanxing."
At this point, she added with a smile, "Don't worry, as long as you're not lying to me, this pill is indeed a medicine for injuries and a tonic, just as I said."
Mr. Chen was still hesitant.
Meng Chiwan continued, "This is like a gamble. I'm betting my life. You have to bet something in return for me to be convinced."
Old Chen's deeply lined face seemed to deepen. He glanced at the closed wooden door, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.
The next second, the door was pushed open from the inside.
Chen Yuanxing's small body was framed in the doorway, like a painting frozen in time.
Meng Chiwan's fingertips trembled slightly. She didn't want to involve the child, but...
"Sister, I'll eat. I believe my grandfather wouldn't lie to you." Chen Yuanxing's voice was sincere and childlike, like a handful of water in the desert.
From the moment Chen Yuanxing appeared, Old Man Chen's gaze never left him. His mustache twitched repeatedly before he finally said, "I agree."
He hesitated for a moment when he reached out to take the pill, but when he looked at Chen Yuanxing, his actions became resolute.
He popped one into his own mouth and handed the other to Chen Yuanxing.
In that instant, Meng Chiwan felt like a villain. Seeing Chen Yuanxing about to put the pill in his mouth, she pursed her lips and stepped forward to stop him, only to find her sleeve being pulled.
She looked up and realized it was Old Man Chen.
"Can the young lady go to the Desolate Abyss with peace of mind now?" Old Man Chen's voice was clearer than ever before, as if all his weariness and old age had been swallowed up by the wind.
The pill went down her throat. Chen Yuanxing blinked and looked at her.
Old Man Chen handed the Tuyan Token to her.
Meng Chiwan accepted the Tuyan Order with a relieved expression, but in reality, she had taken on an even heavier burden.
But she never showed it. She smiled, her smooth profile bathed in light, making her look fluffy.
She said, "Wait for my good news."
...
"Are you sure this is the sturdiest boat?" Meng Chiwan asked hesitantly, pointing to a dilapidated little fishing boat.
The wooden boat, like a forgotten wanderer, is moored alone on the shore. Its planks, soaked in seawater and eroded by wind and rain for a long time, are riddled with holes, and in some places there is obvious decay and cracks. It seems that if she were to touch it lightly, it would crumble into dust.
"You young lady, you're already this old, how can you still judge people by their appearance like a child... Where's the boat!" the boatman said irritably.
What a tragedy. Can we really cross Yun'an Sea in a boat like this...? I'm afraid we'll all be smashed to pieces in the sea, boat and all.
Meng Chiwan surveyed the entire harbor and found no ship in better condition than this one.
She started to argue, "This isn't about judging a boat by its appearance... it's just that this boat really doesn't give anyone a sense of security..."
"This is the price, do you want a ride or not?" The boatman seemed too lazy to listen to her nonsense and held up a number.
Meng Chiwan still couldn't accept it: "It's not about the price..."
"Then this number, any less and there's no chance," the boatman said, pointing to another number.
Meng Chiwan really couldn't refuse that amount.
Money doesn't matter; the main thing is that we really can't find a better ship.
It's not that it's particularly good; it mainly stands out because of the competition.
Meng Chiwan, with Yun Xianqing in tow, shakily stepped onto the small, dilapidated fishing boat, listening to the boatman tell stories of the past as he rowed.
"You wouldn't believe it, although my ship is in this state now, it once carried the Demon Lord..."
Meng Chiwan was falling asleep as she listened, but fortunately, although the boat was old and dilapidated, the parts that needed cleaning were still relatively clean.
She propped her head up with her hand, but drowsiness kept getting the better of her, and she almost fell onto the table.
After an unknown amount of time, she felt more comfortable in her sleeping position, as if she were leaning against something soft and warm, like a large piece of warm jade.
The boatman's incessant chatter seemed to gradually fade away, and the world quieted down.
Meng Chiwan slept soundly. She had been under immense stress these past few days and hadn't had a proper rest, so now she finally had some time to relax.
When I woke up again, I heard a few splashing sounds, like rain hitting an umbrella.
It looks like it's raining.
Meng Chiwan opened her eyes, and the soft cushion from her dream transformed into someone's shoulder, her cheek still retaining a brief warmth.
"Pat-pat-pat".
It was an oil-paper umbrella soaked with mist and rain.
His shoulder was almost completely wet.
She looked down at herself, her knuckles unconsciously clenching. She felt clean and refreshed, with only a slight dampness from the air clinging to her.
Meng Chiwan suddenly remembered something, but quickly suppressed it.
She didn't say anything to the puppet, but turned her head to the boatman in a straw raincoat outside and said, "You said I judged a boat by its appearance, but look at your boat, the cabin is leaking."
This naturally elicited a defiant response from the boatman: "What do you mean by 'leaky'? Where else can you get so free and comfortable in the rain without my boat! Your husband really doesn't understand you, protecting you so much! He doesn't know how to connect with nature at all!"
Meng Chiwan instantly became angry and tried to step out from under the umbrella: "First of all, you're just making excuses, and secondly, he's not..."
But before she could finish speaking, her sleeve was gently tugged.
She paused, looked up, and saw his beautiful eyes and brows.
He didn't say anything. A puppet, after all; it's perfectly normal.
But for some reason, Meng Chiwan felt that his eyes seemed to be speaking.
He was saying, "Don't go out."
It's raining and cold outside. You don't like feeling wet either.
These words flashed through Meng Chiwan's mind, but she immediately broke free from his hand and stepped into the rain to argue with the boatman.
In the misty rain, the water surface seemed even wider.
Meng Chiwan was completely unaffected by the water vapor.
If you're already cultivating immortality, why would you need an umbrella?
Meng Chiwan felt that there was something wrong with this puppet.
Meng Chiwan wanted to say something more to the boatman, but she saw that the boatman's expression turned serious, and his eyes were fixed on a certain spot, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.
Meng Chiwan followed his gaze and looked over. In the misty, cold water, there seemed to be a small, isolated island not far away. On the island sat a person, whose face was not visible, but whose figure could be vaguely seen.
Slender and graceful, she was slowly and leisurely combing her hair with her hands folded.
Meng Chiwan squinted, staring intently at that spot. She pulled Jinglan out of her storage bag, gripped it tightly, and waited for the ship to meet the small island.
The boatman had already lowered the oars, but the boat continued to move toward the isolated island at a steady pace, like a moth drawn to a flame, approaching the unknown.
The rain seemed to intensify, pounding against the cabin as if trying to wash all the rotten wood into the water.
Meng Chiwan seemed to hear the melodious sound of a flute, followed by the chirping of birds.
But there was no one playing flutes or music nearby, no birds circling around, only a veil of mist and rain, a few lonely figures, and a small boat.
The ship was getting closer.
Finally, I could see that unknown face, and the long black hair that reached into the water, like seaweed floating in the water, which had been growing for who knows how long, and then it rose up and wrapped around the person's scalp.
The person was strikingly beautiful, with eyebrows like ink paintings, lips like crimson cherries, and a radiant glow in every glance. Their skin was so white it seemed as if they hadn't seen the sunlight for centuries.
A smile played on her lips, but her eyelids were lowered, and her slender, jade-like fingertips traced and intertwined through her dark hair.
A strange melody sounded in Meng Chiwan's ears. The tune was as soft as if it were soaked with dew. She couldn't make out the complete melody. It was fragmented and a little awkward.
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