Chapter 115 Resting on My Laps: I Politely Declined
Su Wenxin moved her hand on the door, and the seemingly indestructible gilded door was indeed pushed open a crack.
The lingering smell of the room, which had been empty for a long time, wafted from the crack in the door. Su Wenxin pulled her hand away from her wrist and stood up straight to the side.
She looked up at Xi Congshuang again, but couldn't discern anything from her face. She made up her mind, pushed open the door, and went inside.
The candlelight in the room lit up on its own without any wind. Su Wenxin was startled and stepped back when a hand pressed against her back.
Su Wenxin's tense mood calmed down a bit.
Just as she was about to leave, a hand on her back grabbed her shoulder and wouldn't let her go, and Su Wenxin's heart, which had just relaxed, jumped up again.
Could there be something wrong here?
Xi Congshuang's voice came from behind and above her: "I'm a little tired of standing. Can you point me to where the chairs are?"
After a moment of silence, Su Wenxin said, "Take eleven steps to your left."
"Okay." Xi Congshuang moved, and then added, "Find the box containing the robes. I haven't been here for a long time and I can't remember where the things are."
She talked as she walked, and Su Wenxin stared at her back as she counted.
Seven, eight... no.
Just as she was about to speak after counting to nine, Xi Congshuang lifted her leg and made a dull thud.
She kicked the stool over.
Xi Congshuang lowered her head and made a strange "hmm?" sound.
Without using spiritual power to see, Xi Congshuang couldn't see the draft drawing and could only proceed by groping.
"..." Su Wenxin turned her head away guiltily.
I almost forgot, she's tall and has a long stride, so her stride length is a bit different from mine.
Feeling guilty, Su Wenxin walked over and helped the stool up, whispering, "I've helped you up, sit down."
Xi Congshuang sat down, her sleeves tucked in, and when she quieted down, she was like a statue, silent and still.
No wonder I didn't think she was human yesterday.
Su Wenxin stepped back and wandered around the empty and spacious side hall, glancing back from time to time. The person in white was still sitting in the same spot, with his eyebrows slightly lowered.
There was a kind of cold pity.
The person who had been letting Su Wenxin wander around here noticed her ears twitching. A moment later, light footsteps approached, and Su Wenxin spoke to her from two steps away.
Su Wenxin: "I only found some disciple robes, but I am not a disciple of your Flying Immortal Palace."
“That was probably my disciple’s robe when I was fifteen or sixteen. You don’t want to wear it?” Xi Congshuang adjusted her position to face Su Wenxin.
"I have no objection." Su Wenxin looked at what she was holding, then suddenly asked, "You're the young palace master, do you have to wear the same clothes as everyone else?"
Xi Congshuang: "Oh, back then I was young and thought that suddenly showing off my cultivation while wearing the inner disciple's robes would amaze people, so I liked it very much."
Su Wenxin: "..."
She has the nerve to say that.
“That’s all in the past,” Xi Congshuang added. “My disciple robe has a few more restrictions than the others, and it can withstand a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. You can wear it for now, and I’ll have someone make new ones and send them to you another day.”
"No need..." Su Wenxin still didn't want to get too involved with the people of Feixian Palace.
As soon as she finished speaking, Xi Congshuang raised her wrist and her slender fingertips caught something.
The paper crane spoke in human language: "Young Palace Master, Lan Hui has come to deliver medicine."
I delivered the medicine; it turns out this person really does take medicine every day.
Will she let people in?
Senior Sister Lan Hui of Feixian Palace has never liked Su Wenxin. She often sighs at her, saying that she has tarnished the reputation of Immortal Venerable Su.
After hearing it so many times, Su Wenxin indeed disliked prestigious sects even more, and she was a thousand times unwilling to stay here.
If we let her in, Lan Hui will definitely persuade the young master not to let her stay.
She would much rather not stay here, but leaving in this way made her unhappy.
After hearing this, Xi Congshuang pinched the paper crane, turning it into dust that slipped from her fingertips. She then got up to leave.
Su Wenxin, who was left behind, hesitated for a moment, put down what she was holding, and followed her out.
Noticing someone behind her, Xi Congshuang asked, "Don't you dislike Lan Hui? Why are you coming out with me?"
Su Wenxin was surprised: "How could you..."
Xi Congshuang: "Were you sent here by the Su family, or were you sent here as a criminal? Who in the entire Feixian Palace could you possibly like?"
Su Wenxin was speechless. It made so much sense that she didn't want to argue at all.
Call her unruly or incorrigible, but she dislikes nothing about the Su family or the Flying Immortal Palace, not even a single weed.
If you don't like it, you just don't like it; no amount of pleading will change that.
Not to mention Senior Sister Lan Hui, who always leads the way in suppressing her. If the young palace master is a moving ice sculpture in her eyes, then Lan Hui is an inflexible and unyielding weight.
It was cold and hard.
Xi Congshuang then brought up Lan Hui: "As for Lan Hui, she cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness. She only has a sense of responsibility for everything. She is rigid and follows the rules. There is no need to pay too much attention to her attitude."
Su Wenxin: "The Path of Ruthlessness?"
Soon, Su Wenxin understood what Lan Hui meant by "following the rules".
Lan Hui stood in front of the door for a while, ignoring the crane beside her no matter how much it nudgeed her.
Only when he was nudged would he give a serious warning: "You've eaten a lot today, I won't feed you anymore."
The crane, displeased, flapped its wings and ruffled her long hair, but Lan Hui used a spell to immobilize it.
Lan Hui said in a low voice, "I shouldn't have given you two extra fish just because you looked pitiful... Young Palace Master, how did you get out of there?"
Xi Congshuang didn't use the main gate today, but came out through the small door next door. She didn't have the ink dragon wooden staff in her hand, but her steps were steady.
Upon seeing the person, Lan Hui instinctively reached for the medicine bottle hidden in her sleeve.
Xi Congshuang raised her hand to refuse: "These medicines are useless, don't send them anymore."
“But this medicine was made from the spiritual herbs that the Palace Master found for you. Before the Palace Master went into seclusion, she instructed me to deliver the medicine to you every day. Lan Hui dared not disobey.” Lan Hui remained resolute.
Xi Congshuang stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, just enough to block the thin figure behind her who couldn't help but peek: "No matter how effective it is, it's useless if it doesn't work on me. Eating more of it is a waste. Don't send it."
Lan Hui: "Is it because of the disciples' attitude, Young Master?"
Xi Congshuang shook her head: "Whether it is or not, it's meaningless now."
The paper cranes scattered all over the ground had already made her attitude clear; whether it was out of respect or fear, she didn't want to see them.
"Young Palace Master..."
"Don't be sad for me, the medicine is very bitter, don't send it to me."
The once spirited young girl stood before me in a white dress, now blindfolded and her black hair turned snow-white. Even Lan Hui, who cultivated the path of ruthlessness, would feel heartbroken over this.
It's as if the other person is a hundred years older than me.
In fact, the two were only twenty years apart in age, but the other's cultivation level was far superior, exceeding his own by three hundred years.
Over the past three hundred years, Lan Hui has continuously advanced in her cultivation, and has now reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, almost catching up with the eighteen-year-old Xi Congshuang.
Xi Congshuang seemed frozen in place, her cultivation level, her state of mind, and even her ability to retreat step by step.
Lan Hui caught a glimpse of the head that was hiding behind her out of the corner of her eye, and instead of bringing up her sad story, she asked, "Why did the young master keep that Su family girl?"
Xi Congshuang's words silenced all of Lan Hui's hesitation: "Didn't you notice how good she is at finding her way around? She's only been at Feixian Palace for a few months and she's already daring to run around outside. I'm keeping her around to help me find my way around."
"..." Lan Hui had initially thought the reason was made up, but she didn't expect the young palace master to actually think so.
However, the young master was like this when he was young, acting on a whim and doing things according to his own will, not based on gain or loss.
Fine, why make things difficult for the young master who finally agreed to go out?
Despite her reluctance, she still said, "Since the young palace master has taken her as his personal attendant, I will have someone send some things over later to register them in the council hall and under the name of the Immortal Pavilion."
Xi Congshuang hummed in agreement, then asked, "Permit?"
Lan Hui was even more helpless: "I'll have someone bring it up."
Having received a satisfactory answer, Xi Congshuang waved her hand: "Alright, I'll wait for the Immortal Pavilion manager's allowance that you have someone bring up next month. Now you can go back."
Lan Hui, who was about to board the crane, turned back: "The duties of a close attendant of the master of a mountain and the position of manager... Alright, manager it is."
After everyone left, Xi Congshuang turned back and waved: "Still looking? Come here... Where is everyone?"
When Xi Congshuang turned around, the figure hiding behind the pillar was gone, and there was no space behind her. She didn't know when the person had run away.
Having confirmed that the person was still within the Immortal Pavilion's territory, Xi Congshuang did not search for them further and counted her steps as she returned to her room.
Just stay at home, and it will appear on its own eventually.
*
At night, all was quiet.
The cranes that had been circling all day had all fallen asleep, but the group carrying the Immortal Pavilion seemed tireless, flapping their wings all day long, bearing the enormous pavilion.
In the deep darkness of the night, a slender figure appeared in the shadows, moving with light, graceful steps toward the main hall.
Upon arriving at the familiar door, the girl hesitated for a moment, placed her hand on the door, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
She really did keep her word, opening most of the restricted areas of the Immortal Pavilion to her.
Now, Su Wenxin can push open the door without any hindrance as long as she exerts force, and come and go as she pleases.
Those who thought this way did just that, pushing the door open silently with both hands.
Her slender figure became an advantage at this moment. She slipped through the gap and entered. The mermaid candles in the tall hall lit up without wind, startling the cautious person, who subconsciously turned to look at the figure deep inside the hall.
The person sitting cross-legged on the jade bed remained motionless, the warm firelight falling on her, making her resemble a cold yet compassionate deity.
She didn't notice the lit candlelight and kept her eyes closed, probably in a meditative state.
The person who had been standing frozen breathed a sigh of relief and continued to tiptoe toward the jade bed, carefully holding their breath.
After hiding for an afternoon, Su Wenxin came up with a new way to escape and decided to give it a try.
It was the jade whistle that the young palace master wore at her waist. She had personally witnessed the other party activating the jade whistle to make a sound, which allowed the crane to carry her back to the immortal palace.
Conversely, if it can urge the crane to fly to the Immortal Pavilion, could it also urge the crane to fly to the Immortal Palace and then take her down?
How will you know if you don't try?
So, when the moon was high in the sky, she appeared outside Xi Congshuang's door.
Step by step, and then another.
As they drew closer to the jade-like figure, the other person's breathing remained steady, still in a meditative state.
Upon closer inspection, Su Wenxin noticed that Xi Congshuang had changed her clothes, from pure white to moon white and light blue, and she seemed less aloof.
But what does that have to do with her?
Su Wenxin stretched out her arm to reach the jade whistle hanging from Xi Congshuang's waist. It was only the size of a thumb, light and delicate, and she easily pulled it down.
Having obtained the item, Su Wenxin did not act rashly. Maintaining her original posture and breathing, she carefully retreated.
Only when the cool jade whistle was held in her hand did Su Wenxin finally breathe a sigh of relief; she still had to go outside to fully relax.
"Don't see me again, Young Palace Master. Your prestigious sects will not tolerate me." Su Wenxin slowly retreated, and after taking a small distance, she slowly turned around.
After she went down, she hung the jade whistle back on the crane's neck. These cranes were raised by the Flying Immortal Palace and were all spirit beasts that recognized their master, so they would not run away from the Flying Immortal Palace.
She's different; her two legs are like wings, and she'll soon be running away.
Thinking that she had finally managed to escape, Su Wenxin couldn't help but smile.
Behind her, whom she couldn't see, the person meditating with their eyes closed moved their wrist.
A blurry figure flashed out from the wide sleeve, moving with incredible speed and without a sound.
With a soft slap, Su Wenxin felt something stick to her back, her body stiffened and felt heavy, and her smile froze on her face.
"Bind." Xi Congshuang's voice sounded from behind.
This person actually woke up from his meditation so quickly. Su Wenxin struggled but couldn't: "What did you stick on me?"
“I feel the same way about the paper doll. It wasn’t for nothing that I blindly cut it out. I didn’t expect it to be used so soon.” Xi Congshuang put two fingers together, turned her wrist, and the person with the paper doll on them turned around to face Xi Congshuang.
Su Wenxin had never seen such a mischievous blind man before. Even though he was blind, he still managed to cut out a paper figure to tease her.
A strange sense of resentment welled up inside me: "You knew all along that I would be coming tonight?"
Xi Congshuang shook her head, and the hair ribbon hanging over her shoulder moved slightly. She looked ethereal and used cunning tactics: "I don't know, just taking precautions."
"..."
"You deliberately hide during the day so I can't find you, but you're willing to come out at night. Are you a cat?" Xi Congshuang stopped arguing about it and beckoned to the paper figure behind her.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Su Wenxin moved uncontrollably, walking towards Xi Congshuang's bedside. She sat on the bed like a puppet, her hands neatly placed on her knees.
Suddenly, a voice came from the side: "No, you can't cultivate now."
Su Wenxin changed her posture, shifted and adjusted for a while, then lay down directly, pressing the back of her head against something soft and warm.
It took Su Wenxin quite a while to accept that she was resting her head on the lap of Jin Gui, the young master of Feixian Palace.
What makes her so special that she dares to use the young master of the Flying Immortal Palace's thigh as a pillow?
Let her out!
This time, the voice came from directly above. Xi Congshuang said, "In that case, go to sleep early. Recharge your energy and fight again tomorrow."
"..."
Su Wenxin couldn't speak, staring wide-eyed as she rested her head on her lap, thinking to herself, how could she possibly fall asleep like this?
Then she fell asleep.
Not only did he fall asleep, but the first thing he did after the paper figure behind him was removed was to grab Xi Congshuang's sleeve and use it as a blanket.
The ice jade bed, suitable for ice spirit roots, is indeed a bit cold for a Foundation Establishment cultivator with fire spirit roots.
The person resting their head on their lap mumbled as they turned over, curling themselves into a ball and letting their wide sleeves cover most of their body.
Startled by the tugging at her sleeve, Xi Congshuang lowered her head slightly, opened her closed eyes, and revealed lifeless eyes beneath the white veil.
She still couldn't see; if she did, she could only see a blurry shadow.
But she kept watching until dawn.
*
To be honest, Su Wenxin herself wouldn't believe it, but the most peaceful night she had ever slept since being recognized as Su Ying's orphan was on the young palace master's lap.
He had a dreamless night.
First, his adoptive mother died before his eyes, leaving behind only a feather, which turned into her hair.
She didn't know who was lying, whether the golden bird demon had mistakenly stolen the baby as a treasure, or whether the bird demon had picked up the abandoned baby and raised it as a little demon.
Among the Crimson Gold Bird Demons, she was ostracized by the bird demon race because she was human and did not have wings on her back to fly on her own.
Those raised on goat's milk by bird demons, who didn't hatch from eggs, have noses less sensitive than young red-gold bird chicks and can't smell where spiritual treasures are; they're truly useless.
But when she returned to the Su family, she was still ostracized because she was raised by a bird demon and had a barbaric nature.
The people in the Su family who would truly accept her are either dead or too old; even if they wanted to help, they would be powerless to do so.
The new head of the family is Su Ying's cousin whom she has never remembered. She has been suppressed and overshadowed by Su Ying since childhood, so how could she possibly like a child who looks so much like Su Ying?
The head of the Su family, who had been treating her as a joke for a few days, quickly grew tired of her. Considering her good spiritual roots, he ordered someone to take her away and teach her as an ordinary disciple.
Whether it succeeds or not depends on Su Wenxin's own fate.
However, everyone in the Su family followed the example set by their superiors. How could someone who had been ridiculed by the Su family head be treated with patience? From their cultivation techniques to their conduct, they were all criticized.
They complained that she was more energetic than others when she fought, and that she knew how to hit the nail on the head.
It seems that no matter how big the world is, there is no place for her; whatever she does is seen as unteachable and her wild nature is hard to change.
Su Wenxin didn't think she had done anything wrong.
Those Su family members used the Thousand Kill Net to capture demons to bind her, so why couldn't she learn from the Crimson Golden Bird Demon and gouge out someone's eyes with her bare hands?
It's a pity that the cultivator was physically strong and didn't actually blind anyone; he could have recovered after a few days of treatment and medication.
According to the family rules, Su Wenxin was to be confined and also subjected to whipping.
She endured all of this; she didn't care that no one applied medicine to her during her confinement, as she had made up her mind to leave once she recovered.
Even if you really feel like a bird perched on a tree branch, enduring wind and rain, you shouldn't stay in the Su family any longer.
She never expected that her biological father would come and ask her to kneel down and beg for forgiveness from the head of the Su family on the very first day after her confinement ended.
What I didn't expect was that with such weak cultivation, he could live to this age and still maintain his appearance purely by taking youth-preserving pills, and he couldn't even withstand a little bit of the poison from the Crimson Gold Bird Demon.
He was nearly poisoned to death by the feathers of the Crimson Gold Bird. Su Wenxin took the things and was about to leave, but he was choked awake by the blood he vomited.
Fortunately, she managed to hide the feathers back into her hair in time, turning them back into hair strands and avoiding having them removed.
It happened only a few months ago, but it feels like it happened a long time ago.
As expected, the young palace master's immortal pavilion was not a place to stay for long.
Su Wenxin slowly opened her eyes. Before her was a moon-white expanse, with exquisite and beautiful fabric embroidered with dark patterns, intricate and mysterious.
If you don't understand it, just treat it as a restriction. Su Wenxin thought absentmindedly that if her adoptive mother were here, she would definitely scream for this outfit.
She's an extremely noisy bird, not very brave, and always tries to instigate others to steal magical treasures.
The Crimson Bird's nature was hard to suppress, so she didn't dare to do it herself. She only dared to shout that she would be the poorest bird in the Crimson Bird clan and drive the young Su Wenxin out of the clan along with her.
Just then, a familiar voice came from above: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"
Su Wenxin finally realized that the paper figure behind her had disappeared and that something was covering her. She scrambled to her feet and met Xi Congshuang's face.
She remained calm, just as she had been the night before, and frowned slightly, saying, "You're quite heartless."
Su Wenxin: "?"
Xi Congshuang patted her knees and used her weak spiritual power to cleanse her numb thighs: "You just rested your head on my knees last night and stole my clothes, and now you're turning your back on me."
“Alright, I’ll repay your kindness now.” Su Wenxin remained true to her mind. “Keeping me here is not a good thing. I’m a jinx. Letting me go will save you a lot of trouble.”
If Xi Congshuang and she had never met, or if it were in their first life, she would have agreed to Su Wenxin's request without hesitation.
Now that her fate has been altered by gouging out her eyes, Su Wenxin will no longer massacre everyone in the Flying Immortal Palace. She can simply release them and send palace disciples to guard them, thus solving the problem once and for all and waiting for the mission to be completed.
There are many ways to complete the mission; keeping the female lead by your side is not the only way.
But the current female lead is not simply a female lead to her; everything about the other person is closely related to her.
"When it comes to bringing bad luck, can you possibly outdo me?"
The person in the moon-white robe sitting on the bed said something astonishing, leaving Su Wenxin, who was sitting opposite her, stunned.
It seems that Su Wenxin is often shocked by Xi Congshuang's words.
Xi Congshuang stated truthfully: "Before I was born, my mother had to fight and protect me in the spiritual treasure at the same time. At eighteen, I almost went into a demonic state. The number one palace in the world almost produced a demonic cultivator. Now I am over three hundred years old, and I have not achieved anything great. I have also tarnished the reputation of the palace master of Feixian Palace."
She shrugged: "I can't think of anyone more unlucky than me."
Su Wenxin was stunned again. Compared to her, whose disaster was unparalleled, her own disaster seemed rather minor, and she was speechless for a moment.
Xi Congshuang, with her eyes blindfolded by a white silk cloth, patted her knees and said shamelessly, "You look like you haven't woken up yet. Why don't you sleep a little longer? It's still early."
Su Wenxin pushed her hand away, indicating her refusal: "You've 'misread' it."
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