Chapter 113 Guiding Artifact: I've Learned to Let You Go
"The Palace Master has ordered that she must not be harmed and must be captured alive!"
With a sharp shout, all the attacks that were poised to be launched near the training ground were hastily withdrawn, and replaced by soft, colorful silks and brocades.
Disciples of the Flying Immortal Palace are skilled in either formations or music, which can be disadvantageous in one-on-one combat. Most disciples also practice an additional weapon, preferably one that can catch opponents off guard and use softness to overcome hardness.
Therefore, the disciples of the sect all carry silk and magical artifacts in their sleeves, which they will use as weapons when necessary.
No one dares to underestimate the silk fabric that flies out from the flowing sleeves of the disciples of the Flying Immortal Palace. It looks soft and elegant, but it is actually woven from the tough silk that cannot be cut or burned. After being infused with spiritual power, it is like a steel knife, capable of cutting off anyone's head without a problem.
The female cultivators of Feixian Palace were renowned for their silk and brocade sleeves, and no one would bother to admire them when they were all out in full display; they would only want to flee.
Amidst this magnificent scene of celestial maidens scattering flowers, a slender figure rolled out. Someone shouted, "She escaped again!" and with a nimble flip, she broke through several outstretched hands and rolled into a blind spot of attack.
After breaking free of the encirclement, he didn't look back. His lean body scrambled to his feet, and he ran forward like the wind amidst the shocked gazes of the passing disciples.
Her goal was the gate of the Flying Immortal Palace.
But ahead, she witnessed a sight rarely seen in the world.
Far away in the sky, one has to crane one's neck to see it clearly. The celestial pavilion in the air, supported by tens of thousands of cranes, stirred. A white-robed immortal descended on a crane, as if he had fallen from heaven.
They seemed to have noticed the commotion over there as well, turning their heads toward the swarm of disciples gathered like ants, and the crane descended even faster.
It's just that it's a bit noisy.
"Ahhhhh!! I'm going to be blown away!"
The scream attracted a lot of attention, and when they turned around, they were all stunned.
It wasn't because Yu Se was almost blown away, but because of the person who held Yu Se's shoulder to steady her. The huge crane landed heavily, and the white-clad woman's wide, flowing sleeves fell down with it.
The person sitting on the crane grabbed the wooden cane lying across her knee, stood up, and landed gracefully. Her eyes, covered by a white silk veil, gave the impression that she was watching. Her gaze fell on the girl who was running wildly, dodging left and right.
Xi Congshuang released her other hand from her shoulder, and the dizzy crane feathers slowly melted on the ground, unable to stand up for the time being.
Even a Nascent Soul cultivator who cannot use powerful spiritual energy is still far superior to a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Yu Se felt dizzy and disoriented, thinking that the next stop was the underworld. When she opened her eyes, she was relieved to be back in the human world.
"Why did the young master come down here?!" someone exclaimed.
The frail girl froze for a moment, and it was during this brief hesitation that she was restrained by the disciples who arrived later.
The female cultivators were exhausted from chasing. They had never caught someone so difficult to capture before. For a moment, they couldn't think of using silk to bind the person's hands and feet, so they used the most primitive method—several female cultivators squatted on the ground and pressed down on the person who kept moving around.
It's been a long time since I've experienced such an uninhibited and exhilarating arrest.
The last time was when I accidentally released a dragon-boar beast from the beast-catching bag while capturing a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect to play. It was about the size of a thatched hut and charged forward so fiercely that it almost broke a pillar in the training ground.
No, the problem now isn't just the medicine people running around, but also the young palace master who hasn't left his house for over two hundred years.
The last time she went out, she actually broke a pillar in the training ground, making her even fiercer than the dragon-pig beast.
Xi Congshuang seemed unaware of the female cultivators who were on high alert. After confirming the direction, she turned to face the crowd and tapped the ground with her black dragon wooden staff.
The disciples of Feixian Palace stared at the black dragon wooden staff. It was this seemingly ordinary wooden staff that had broken the pillar last time.
"Why did the young master come down?" Lan Hui, who arrived a step late, was surprised. Unlike the other disciples, she was not afraid and went straight up to Yu Se. "If you need anything, just tell Yu Se and I'll have someone bring it up for you. Why did you come down here?"
As she spoke, she moved closer to Xi Congshuang, taking advantage of the fact that the other woman couldn't see her, and focused her gaze on the tightly gripped wooden cane.
With the eldest sister taking the lead, the other female cultivators followed suit, determined to send this ancestor back to the Immortal Pavilion and prevent him from ever coming out again.
"..."
Xi Congshuang's silence was perfectly normal in Lan Hui's eyes.
She had practically watched the other person grow up, and they understood her temperament exceptionally well. Among all these people, she was the only one who could exchange a few words with the young palace master.
Among the cluster of lights approaching her, Xi Congshuang saw a red light that was suppressed and had a weak flame, and a strange emotion welled up in her heart.
That red dot of light was really unruly in her eyes. It was just the light of a firefly, yet it dared to compete with other two- or three-colored dots the size of a fingernail.
While on the crane's back, Xi Congshuang switched to light pollution mode; otherwise, all she could see were blurry shadows and messy lines overlapping, making it impossible for her to see anything clearly.
The cultivators outside, whose cultivation levels prevented them from causing light pollution, were able to see quite a lot of things clearly instead.
She not only saw the red light that had tried to bite someone but had its mouth stuffed with silk, but also the dark blue light that was leading several junior sisters to try to surround her as it approached her.
Who says light pollution mode is bad? Light pollution mode is great.
It can see through the other party's cultivation level and spiritual root at a glance, and assess their ability by the size and range of the light spot.
Xi Congshuang could tell at a glance that this was also a Heavenly Spiritual Root, a single-element water spiritual root, and its cultivation was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
If you can endure the pain, you can win.
It can defeat not only the deep blue light spot, but all the light spots in the field.
What is there to fear?
Lan Hui was unsure what the silent young palace master was thinking. Seeing her move, she became nervous: "Young Palace Master?"
Xi Congshuang raised her hand and used the ink dragon wooden cane in her hand as a guide cane, waving it continuously with great force.
She finally spoke: "Make way, make way, make way, the young master has arrived, everyone make way."
Everyone was startled and instinctively dodged. Although the young palace master did not use his spiritual power, being hit by a stick would still hurt.
Don't let this seemingly ordinary wooden staff fool you; it's a first-grade Earth-level spiritual artifact!
Xi Congshuang swaggered forward unhindered, finally reaching the densely packed crowd of lights as if no one else was around.
The female cultivators were still in shock and doubt when they saw that the young palace master no longer swung his wooden staff. With just a touch of the tip of the staff to the ground, his spiritual power blasted away the nearby female cultivators.
On the other side, Lingluo, who had been spitting out her attention, continued to struggle, ignoring the female cultivator's regretful cries, and was focused on breaking free from the hands pressing on her shoulders and body, paying no attention to anything else.
She didn't care why everyone had suddenly fallen silent; she just wanted to leave.
Until she heard someone speak: "Who is this person?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a faint shadow fell upon her, and from her angle, all that could be seen was the hem of her snow-white skirt.
The girl looked up with her calm, dark eyes and saw an ice sculpture with its eyes covered by a white cloth looking at her.
No, it's less about looking at her and more about sensing her presence.
This person is alive, not an ice sculpture.
He is blind.
The blind man still dared to grope his way down on one knee, a section of his snow-white wrist extending from his wide sleeve, trying to get closer to her face.
Without a doubt, the moment Xi Congshuang's hand touched her, the other party would open their mouth and leave heavy bite marks on her fair and flawless hand.
The disciples, disregarding their fear of the young palace master, whispered a reminder: "Young palace master... this is Su Wenxin!"
Xi Congshuang stopped her outstretched hand and pulled it back slightly, then asked, "Who is Su Wenxin?"
She was asking a question she already knew the answer to; she received the task from the system as soon as she landed on the ground.
The cold, monotonous, mechanical voice broadcasts: "This changes the fate of the female protagonist, Su Wenxin, who massacres the Flying Immortal Palace and becomes a bloodthirsty demon."
The disciples didn't know how to answer, and they looked at each other, though they themselves didn't really know either.
Someone said, "An incorrigible person recognizes a demon as his mother and even intends to kill his father!"
"..."
Suddenly, Su Wenxin's frail body burst forth with a red light, and her body temperature soared. The female cultivators who were pressing on her shoulders seemed to have been burned by molten lava, and subconsciously let go. When they opened their hands, they saw that their palms were indeed burned.
Its thin body, like an unruly wildcat, bared its teeth and pounced on the young master who was squatting down.
Everyone said she was wild and untamed, a savage raised by a demon.
In fact, Su Wenxin only had one thought—this blind man was their young palace master, and she could use him to threaten them into letting her go.
The white-clad figure was right in front of her, eyes closed, serene and otherworldly, seemingly unaware of the danger approaching. She merely tilted her head slightly and, a beat too slow, raised her hand.
Su Wenxin subconsciously turned her head to dodge the attack, but the back of her collar tightened, preventing her from moving forward even an inch.
Everyone: "...Ah, we caught them."
From the moment Su Wenxin set off, Xi Congshuang sensed her thoughts and saw the scene where her firefly light suddenly blazed brightly.
Her idea was good, but unfortunately Xi Congshuang was different from the other female cultivators.
Not only did they fail to seize the other person's throat, but they were also grabbed by the collar and pulled to their feet like a wildcat grabbing the scruff of its neck.
It was very light and dry, just like catching a wildcat.
Xi Congshuang kept her eyes closed the whole time, and Su Wenxin was forced to look at her directly, feeling as if she were being watched.
This feeling made Su Wenxin very uncomfortable, but she couldn't explain why.
Xi Congshuang: "You're a Foundation Establishment stage early-stage fire spirit root. You can't beat me. You should give up now."
Su Wenxin ignored her, grabbed Xi Congshuang's arm, and bit her forearm: "!"
Exclamations of surprise rose from the crowd: "Young Palace Master!"
She had just bitten Xi Congshuang's arm when she immediately let go and covered her mouth.
This person was made of copper and iron, and she couldn't bite him; he almost broke her teeth.
Xi Congshuang carried the person out of the crowd. The majestic gate of the immortal palace was revealed in Su Wenxin's peripheral vision, which instantly aroused her interest. She reached back to scratch the back of her neck.
However, it was all in vain. Xi Congshuang tilted her head and asked a two-colored light spot, "Isn't she a disciple of the palace?"
The light spot had never seen the young palace master so calm and composed before, and said with a flattered expression, "She is not. She came to the Flying Immortal Palace to be punished. The palace master took pity on her youth and perhaps she was bewitched by a demon, so he released her from prison. She only needs to test medicine for the young palace master on weekdays."
The remaining specks of light began to speak, each one saying something indignant about Su Wenxin.
"That medicine isn't harmful. The first time it was given to a test mouse, it was fine, so we gave it to her."
"And after the drug trial, I don't have to go back to the prison, or be locked up with other vicious and wicked cultivators. I don't even want that."
"Truly beyond redemption."
These words somehow offended Su Wenxin, and even though she knew she shouldn't hurt Xi Congshuang, she still continued to bite her forearm.
He probably felt that biting through her sleeve wasn't enough to vent his anger, so he pushed the wide sleeve away and bit her wrist directly.
This time, Su Wenxin actually left a tooth mark on her wrist with her bite. She was shocked and let go, seeing blood slowly seeping from the bite mark.
Xi Congshuang: "Use your spiritual power to protect yourself from pain. Bite me all you want, I won't let you go anyway."
Su Wenxin: "..."
The specks of light: "..."
I have a feeling something's wrong with the young sect leader. Has she gone mad from being locked up?
Xi Congshuang could only see a group of light spots approaching her, unable to see the expressions on their faces, and continued to ask with righteous indignation: "Trial medicine? Are you saying that the precious pills that this young palace master ate were leftovers from people and rats?"
"They all ate it first. No wonder I couldn't see properly. It turns out all the medicine was eaten!"
The specks of light all exclaimed: "???"
She raised her hand and turned to Su Wenxin, who was hesitating whether to take a second bite: "Do you understand how to take those pills?"
Su Wenxin: "?" Who wants to eat?
Xi Congshuang placed the person on the ground, held them in her other hand, and stuffed the black dragon wooden staff that people and pillars feared into her hand: "This young palace master is lacking a guiding spiritual artifact, and I think you are quite good."
The heavy magical artifact landed in her hand, so heavy that she bowed slightly to Xi Congshuang, her bangs brushing against the back of her hand, and she received a remark: "Not bad, quite polite."
"..."
Su Wenxin seemed not to have reacted yet, when Xi Congshuang's voice rang in her ears again: "Consider it compensation for all the elixirs you ate."
The situation had turned out this way without anyone knowing. The disciples of Feixian Palace looked at the young palace master in confusion as he spoke of the preciousness of the pills, and at the withered little medicine man holding the heavy and precious ink dragon wooden staff in his hand. They instinctively felt a tightness in their hearts.
Su Wenxin tightened her grip, about to swing her arms, when a familiar force came from behind her.
She was lifted up again, staff and all, her hands hanging limply from the weight of the black dragon wooden staff.
"If there are no objections, let's go." Xi Congshuang shook her other hand and walked back the way she came.
If someone were to observe carefully, they would notice that Xi Congshuang's direction, and even the distance between her steps, were exactly the same as when she walked over.
Su Wenxin: "..."
"The sect leader cannot be absent." Lan Hui finally spoke, taking a few steps after him. "This child is usually taciturn and has even injured several pharmacists. She's truly unruly. Why don't we let her teach him for a few days, and send her back after she's learned her lesson?"
Su Wenxin swung her feet, trying to break free from Xi Congshuang's hand and land, and finally spoke: "I'm not going."
This person lives in the heavens, making escape even more difficult.
“Isn’t that perfect? I live in the Immortal Pavilion, so she can only hit me, but she can’t beat me. She can spend a whole day just sulking.” Xi Congshuang pulled her to her side. “See, she’s already said she’s not going.”
Su Wenxin, who was sulking, was speechless.
I! Just! Say! I! Really! Hate! This! Person!
Lan Hui was speechless.
They could only watch helplessly as the young palace master took the person away, tossed him onto the back of the crane, and the thin figure rolled on the ground, raising his wooden staff to attack Xi Congshuang.
Xi Congshuang raised her hand and created an ice shield, which was formed from the dissipating ice spiritual energy. Her pale face was insignificant in front of the ice shield that Su Wenxin could not break through.
Anyway, it's no secret that Xi Congshuang experiences excruciating pain all over her body as if her meridians were shattering when she uses spiritual power, so she uses it generously and fearlessly.
The prerequisite for the Ink Dragon Wooden Staff to break the pillars of the training ground is to infuse it with spiritual power. Su Wenxin's cultivation is shallow, and it is already a struggle for him to lift the staff. Of course, he cannot exert its full power.
If just anyone could use high-level spiritual energy, things would be in chaos; corresponding spiritual power is essential.
However, Su Wenxin was naturally obsessive. Whenever Xi Congshuang appeared, she would bite Xi Congshuang; whenever an ice shield appeared, she would smash the ice shield. She had no tactics to speak of and was truly as wild and untamed as the disciples of the sect said.
Xi Congshuang suddenly withdrew her ice shield, and Su Wenxin, caught off guard, lunged forward. She was then lifted up by the same person who had used the same trick before, who held her shoulder down and used the other hand to skillfully push away the dragon head.
The crane moved its body and spread its wings to take flight.
Finally realizing something was wrong, Su Wenxin couldn't bear to part with the wooden staff that many female cultivators feared, so she dragged her towards the crane's body.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The crane spread its wings and soared hundreds of meters high, turning the female cultivators on the ground into tiny specks.
She would surely die if she jumped from that distance.
The root of all evil lies with this blind man in white.
After everyone left, Lan Hui picked up Yu Se, who was squatting on the ground trying to hide: "Tell me clearly, what exactly happened when you delivered the medicine to the young sect leader, and what did you say?"
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The crane gracefully landed on the platform of the Immortal Pavilion, its enormous size stirring up a gust of wind.
With a flick of its wings, the elegant crane shook off anyone trying to cling to it, and then gracefully flew away again.
Xi Congshuang walked toward the spot of light that was even redder than before.
She roughly summarized the patterns: the darker the color and the wider the spread of the light spot, the higher the cultivation level; if the color suddenly darkens and there are smokes of the same color moving towards the light spot, it means the light spot is charging up for an attack; if the color simply darkens, even more than when preparing to attack, and the light spot shrinks into a ball, it means the light spot is angry.
The ball of light on the ground was angry. Xi Congshuang didn't quite understand why it was so angry. She switched to sketch mode and found a blurry, thin strip on a thin figure. The shape looked very familiar.
It turned out that he was unable to get up because he was pressed down by the ink dragon wooden staff.
"Is this thing very heavy?" Xi Congshuang's pale lips curved into a smile as shadows enveloped the person on the ground. "This is my guide cane. It will serve as my magical weapon in battle when necessary. I can't see, and playing the konghou to repel enemies is too slow."
In Su Wenxin's view, she was lying on her back on the ground, unable to turn over because of the black dragon wooden staff on her body, while the blind man in white was still smiling and peeking out to "look" at her.
This was clearly mockery, which made me even angrier.
Su Wenxin: "You gave me this on purpose."
It even weighed her down so much that she couldn't get up.
Xi Congshuang nodded: "Yes, it's too heavy."
Su Wenxin: "Bringing me here is like bringing wolves in."
"Are you trying to say that you're inviting a wolf into the house?" Xi Congshuang smiled. "If you are a wolf, then you are a wolf cub, and the wounds you inflict on me won't even last long."
As she spoke, she raised her hand, and her wide sleeve slipped down, revealing a section of her fair wrist.
Under Su Wenxin's gaze, the bleeding wound on her wrist healed instantly, becoming completely intact.
Su Wenxin: "...!"
She defiantly pushed away the wooden cane pressing down on her and rolled to Xi Congshuang's toes.
She just realized something: this thing is great, but she can't use it; she can't light it no matter how hard she tries.
Xi Congshuang: "You're really not happy about throwing away such a good thing like that? How about I grant you a request: after you beat me three times, I'll let you go."
Su Wenxin stood up, dusted herself off, and subconsciously tried to stand on tiptoe to reach eye level with her, but then realized that the person was blind and it would be a waste of time.
She put her heels back on the ground and tried to tighten her voice: "This is not fair. I am only at the Foundation Establishment stage. I can never beat you in a single move."
Xi Congshuang was surprised: "How could that be? I'll teach you. I just checked your Qi Sea, and your cultivation method is chaotic. If you continue to cultivate like this, at best your cultivation will not progress at all, and at worst you will suffer a qi deviation."
Su Wenxin: "Like you?"
Everyone knows that the young master of Feixian Palace almost suffered a qi deviation due to improper cultivation.
Anyone would get angry if someone asked them that, and Su Wenxin knew she would be angry, but she still asked it anyway.
The young master might find her annoying, beat her up, and throw her down.
If she grabs a passing crane, she'll most likely land safely. If not, she'll have to use all her spiritual power to protect only her heart meridian, resulting in serious injury.
Xi Congshuang wasn't angry and nodded, "Yes."
Su Wenxin: "But you can't see, how can you teach people?"
"You're discriminating against disabled people." Xi Congshuang frowned and tossed a block of ice to her with a flick of her sleeve.
Su Wenxin raised her hand to catch it, holding it in her palm; it was icy cold.
What is a disabled person?
She wanted to ask more questions, but Xi Congshuang ignored her and turned to walk inside.
Su Wenxin hesitated for a moment, then casually tossed the ice cube aside and followed her inside.
The tall, slender figure in white passed through door after door, ignoring the little tail following behind her. Behind one door, she waved her sleeve and closed the door, the grand hall doors slamming shut.
Su Wenxin was locked out of the door. She raised her hand and pushed the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"...?"
What's wrong with her?
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I don't know, try knocking on the door and see if they answer.
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