Chapter 5 Black Mountain Cave (Part 5) The Wushan Clan
Given this strange atmosphere, Shi Xianxue couldn't possibly believe that Wu Xiutang asked her name because he wanted to be friends with her.
Could it be that the villain recently found a notebook that can paralyze her heart and kill her if she writes her name down?
The wound on her arm was still bleeding, and Shi Xianxue's lips trembled with pain, but her mind was exceptionally clear. After thinking for a moment, she cleared her throat.
"My name is Little Red Riding Hood."
Little Red Riding Hood? What a terrible name.
Wu Xiutang's gaze lingered on her wound.
However, the blood flowing through her body was quite vibrant.
The impatiens that bloom in the summer breeze, when its petals are crushed and pressed into juice, also have such a vibrant and beautiful color.
Seeing Wu Xiutang staring at her wound, Shi Xianxue remembered his perverse pleasure of pinching people's wounds. With the bracelet restraining him, Wu Xiutang wouldn't throw her down on a whim.
However, there are many ways to send her to her death.
Shi Xianxue chickened out: "Okay, actually that was me..."
"It sounds awful," he commented viciously.
How dare you!
How could he possibly comment on such a great fairy tale masterpiece!
Posting his name online could fill a ten-thousand-story building; that arrogant brat doesn't know his place.
Shi Xianxue thought to herself, but nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, you're right."
Wu Xiutang's gaze swept over her, but when it landed on the back of her snow-white neck, his smile vanished instantly.
The wooden crane was slowing down, and shadowy figures could be seen on the cliff. Just when Shi Xianxue thought the two had finished their conversation, Wu Xiutang suddenly asked, "Little Red Riding Hood, do you like plum candy?"
His sinister tone was as if he were asking Shi Xianxue whether she liked taking poison.
With her keen sense of danger, Shi Xianxue resolutely refused: "I won't eat it. I'm unlucky; I was born unable to eat sweets."
"All right."
Fortunately, he didn't force her to do anything; on the contrary, he seemed very easy to talk to. Shi Xianxue had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him say, "It seems you prefer to be a little rough."
Shi Xianxue: Hmm?
Young man, what are you saying that can't be broadcast?
The bracelet around her waist suddenly tightened, and Shi Xianxue was pulled away from the crane and thrown into Wu Xiutang's arms by a force. She grabbed the boy's arm in a panic, and the next moment, her chin was pinched with a force that could crush bones.
She was forced to sit up and look up at him.
The boy's figure pressed down, his hot breath rolling intimately over her skin, like soft feathers brushing against the girl's flushed face.
"You said you could see my future, so you must know why I'm here." The hand that was being praised so highly stroked my cheek, the calloused fingertips gently caressing my skin, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation. Wu Xiutang coaxed me with a lover's tender murmur, "Do you know what to say when we go up there?"
Shi Xianxue's breathing became erratic: "I...I know."
"you do not know."
As the pressure gradually increased, Shi Xianxue's face stung from the pinch. Just as she was about to pledge her loyalty, a soft, limp, strip-shaped object was thrown into her mouth. In a panic, she tried to push it out with her tongue, but as soon as the thing entered her mouth, tentacles sprouted and burrowed into her throat.
Seeing that she had been completely absorbed, Wu Xiutang released her with satisfaction.
The nauseating, slippery feeling in her throat lingered. Shi Xianxue felt as if she had just eaten an insect. She covered her mouth and asked him with her watery eyes.
Several heads peeked out from the cliff. Wu Xiutang looked at those bright, sparkling eyes and coldly curled his lips: "It's the Spring Silkworm Gu."
Oh, Gu.
What!
insanity!
Spring! Silkworm! Gu!
Damn it, he actually used a curse on himself!!
Although the book doesn't delve too much into the origins of this minor villain, it only mentions him briefly in an inconspicuous corner, saying that he comes from the Jiuli of Nanyue, a place with high mountains and deep valleys, warm and humid, an excellent place for raising Gu. All the Gu masters in the world gather here, and he also has a master who is obsessed with Gu making. With multiple buffs, it would be difficult for him not to become proficient.
In the main text, he once tried to control Song Qingshu with the puppet gu, but it was useless. Later on, he never mentioned the word gu worm again, and Shi Xianxue had long forgotten about it.
Now tell her that what you just fed her was a Gu worm—
Unpleasant memories came crashing down on her like a tidal wave.
Shi Xianxue's breathing became somewhat rapid.
"The silkworms take root in your body and continuously draw nourishment from your lifespan before the spring of the following year. On the spring equinox, thousands of silkworms will burst out of your body, draining your nutrients and turning you into a dried-up corpse."
Before the wooden crane landed, Wu Xiutang supported her trembling body and whispered in her ear, "Of course, if you can't wait, I will have it bite your internal organs, tear your flesh apart, and make you die from your intestines bursting open."
The body in his arms trembled violently, her face turning deathly pale. She bit her lip tightly, looking utterly terrified.
Wu Xiutang released her with satisfaction, and was about to add fuel to the fire when a trembling little white hand suddenly grabbed the corner of his sleeve and pulled it down sadly.
Wu Xiutang raised an eyebrow in disgust.
"Let's make a deal." Her voice sounded like she was about to cry, and her eyes were pitifully red. "You can use knives, swords, even poison on me, but you can..."
She paused, her fingertips turning a faint pink from the pressure, and took a deep breath to finish her sentence: "Could you please not give me bugs to eat?"
He asked her what she was doing, half-dead, because she was afraid of bugs.
Wu Xiutang almost laughed at her stupidity.
Doesn't she realize that I want her dead? Is she so eager to expose her weaknesses because she's afraid of dying too easily?
In this world, begging for pity and charity is the most useless thing.
The crane spun in the air and landed safely at the entrance of the Black Mountain Cave. It shrank to the size of a thumb and darted into the Boundless Cloth Bag at its waist with a whoosh. When you looked down, the bracelet had disappeared in a flash.
Just as timid as her master, Wu Xiutang pulled out her clothes and ignored her.
He has more important things to do.
Wu Xiutang looked at Song Qingshu walking towards him and gave her a polite smile: "Miss Song".
A huge crowd surged forward, and Shi Xianxue was pushed out.
She heard Song Qingshu's melodious and clear voice, like a nightingale's: "Thank you very much, fellow Daoist. If it weren't for your help, we would probably have had to go through a lot more trouble. But I wonder how you knew the weakness of the Corpse Beast?"
Shi Xianxue stood at the back of the crowd for a while, her face pale, before clutching her arm and walking away alone. The injured Qingyun Sect disciples and the kidnapped civilians were settled together. She looked around but couldn't find Qi Yun Chu. The pink-clad woman and the scarred woman had both woken up. Afraid of being beaten, Shi Xianxue endured the pain and took two steps to the side, finding a relatively clean stone stool to sit down.
The wound reopened after being bandaged, and she was bleeding so much she felt like she was going to die. She tore the fabric from the hem of her skirt into strips and carefully bandaged herself.
It hurts so much! My arm hurts, my stomach hurts, and my stomach hurts too. It must be that bug gnawing at my body.
Shi Xianxue wept silently, and when she was deeply moved, her shoulders trembled as if she were acting.
"Since you know the weakness of the Corpse Beast, you must also know how to cure it. Please tell me the method, and the Qingyun Sect will be very grateful," Li Fuchao said.
Ten of them were injured. According to the Nine-Tailed Fox, anyone who came into contact with the Corpse Beast's venom would surely die. As the senior brother and the leader of this training trip down the mountain, he naturally had to be responsible for everyone's safety.
Upon learning that the antidote, the thrush, grew on this mountain, Li Fuchao breathed a sigh of relief. He left Song Qingshu to take care of the injured disciple and went alone to pick the thrush.
After feeding the injured disciple some medicine, Song Qingshu's attention involuntarily returned to the handsome and mysterious young man. She was very interested in him, so she asked, "What sect do you follow, fellow Daoist?"
Those who are skilled in swordsmanship can cut through the wind and moon and shatter the void. He transforms the silver butterfly into a sword, but the damage is limited and his cultivation will be hindered, preventing him from reaching a higher level. If he were a talisman cultivator, there would be many taboos among different sects. If he were in a sect, how would he dare to use the thunder talisman of the Qingyun Sect?
unless……
Wu Xiutang had such excellent eyesight that he could see the woman's ugly behavior clearly from a considerable distance.
She was clumsily wrapping strips of cloth around her wound with both her hands and mouth. When she touched the wound, the cloth broke. She then grimaced and hopped around on the spot, clutching her arm, completely disregarding her image.
That's incredibly stupid.
His fluffy head bumped against his chest, and he realized that he had inexplicably taken several steps toward her. He heard Song Qingshu looking at him with a puzzled expression. His brows furrowed, and he forced a smile, saying, "Sorry, what did you say?"
The strip of cloth in her hand broke into two pieces. Shi Xianxue threw it away, ready to give up completely and just die.
The system earnestly advised her to cheer up: "Be strong. I don't think the wound is deep. Now that the male lead is going to find the eyebrow-drawing herb, it's time for the minor villain and the female lead to be alone. This is not good. You go..."
In her mind, Shi Xianxue made a wide noodle crying emoji: "What do you know? You're just a heartless data cable."
System: "...I'm not talking to you anymore!"
Just as Shi Xianxue was about to succumb to her grief again, a dark shadow suddenly loomed over her. She looked up blankly, her face filled with confusion as she gazed at the newcomer.
The woman in the pink shirt stared at her for a long time, seemingly trying to mentally prepare herself. Only when Shi Xianxue's eyes started to sting did she raise her hand to cover the bleeding wound.
Shi Xianxue: "Waaah."
At least she helped the scarred woman when she slapped her, so why would she repay kindness with enmity and deliberately pinch the woman's wound?!
A palm descended, faintly emitting a bright yellow light. A comfortable, warm power was penetrating into the torn flesh. Shi Xianxue sensed something and gradually stopped crying.
Looking closer, her damaged flesh was healing at a visible speed, and she was completely restored in the blink of an eye.
Shi Xianxue touched it in surprise, exclaiming in a voice that came from someone who had never seen anything like it before: "You know magic?"
Or is it the nursing care technique?
The woman in the pink shirt made a shushing gesture.
“This is not magic.” Song Qingshu stepped forward from behind, her bright eyes openly scrutinizing the woman in pink.
"This is the restorative power of the Wushan tribe."
Since the war between gods and demons, and the fall of the gods, the creatures on this continent have been divided into cultivators, demons, and ordinary humans based on their spiritual power. Among the ordinary humans, they are further divided by country into the friendly Wushan tribe of the Western Liang Kingdom, the Jiuyi tribe of the Southern Yue Kingdom who are skilled in Gu poison, the powerful and well-equipped Chaoyun Kingdom of the Central Plains, and further north, the Mechanical City where the seasons change under the control of mechanisms.
According to legend, the Wushan people originated from the lineage of an ancient divine race. Due to war, they fled to Xiliang to live. Because they were pure descendants of the divine race, they considered themselves noble and, in order to ensure the purity of their bloodline, they could not intermarry with people of other races. However, later, the state was overthrown and changed its appearance. Xiliang implemented a policy of breaking down the old and establishing the new, which allowed the Wushan people to appear before the world.
Those who possess the bloodline of Wushan have a chance to awaken the power of repair. This power can repair everything from the skin and flesh, the soul and meridians, to the rivers, the sky, and the fate of a nation.
It is a rare, gentle yet immense and powerful force.
In recent centuries, however, the Wushan tribe has gradually moved out of Xiliang and intermarried with outsiders. Wushan people can marry Jiuli people, or they can marry into the Chaoyun Kingdom in the Central Plains and the Beiyong Kingdom in the Cold Region. The Wushan bloodline has become mixed and mottled, and the tribe members are scattered throughout the continent. This bloodline invasion has led to fewer and fewer people being able to awaken the power of repair.
The woman in pink was surprised to be recognized so quickly. She hid warily behind Shi Xianxue and said timidly, "I have limited abilities and cannot help you."
She counted and found that there were no fewer than ten people who had suffered internal injuries and were poisoned by demons. She could not cultivate and had no spiritual power to support her. Did she have to cut off her own flesh and blood to save them?
Shi Xianxue didn't know much about these things, but this kind of unlimited healing and non-aggressive power was coveted in itself. Sensing her fear, Shi Xianxue took a step forward, wanting to block her, but when she looked up, she saw Wu Xiutang following closely behind.
The cool moonlight shone behind him as he calmly stared at her. His face appeared even more refined and beautiful in the shadows, making him look like a handsome and naive nobleman.
But Shi Xianxue could clearly see the dangerous warning hidden beneath his calm mask.
She retreated in a very humiliating manner.
“That’s not what I meant.” Song Qingshu said frankly, “Most people with the Wushan bloodline have poor foundations and find cultivation difficult. You have the power to repair, but you don’t have the ability to protect yourself. You should not reveal it easily in the future.”
She then looked at Shi Xianxue apologetically, "It was my oversight that I didn't notice that you were injured." She flipped her hand up, and a light blue porcelain bottle appeared in her palm. "This is a pill that the Qingyun Sect uses to treat external injuries. One pill will restore the wound to its original state without leaving a scar."
Shi Xianxue then remembered the wound on her neck and hurriedly accepted it, feeling flattered. "Thank you, Miss Song. My name is Shi Xianxue, you can just call me Xiaoxue."
Wu Xiutang glanced at her slowly and deliberately.
“Song Qingshu of Misty Peak, Qingyun Sect”.
The group exchanged names, and Shi Xianxue learned that the woman in pink was named Linglong and that she was preparing to go to the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion to become a disciple and learn martial arts.
She asked curiously, "The Qingyun Sect is the number one cultivation sect in the world—"
Shi Xianxue lowered her voice and said, "I'll let you in on a secret: Master Song is the daughter of the Qingyun Sect's leader. Why don't you try to build a good relationship with her and use her connections? Maybe you can get things done."
Linglong shook her head: "Miss Song is right. Those with the bloodline of Wushan have a difficult time cultivating. Their innate spiritual roots are mixed and unsuitable for cultivation. The Qingyun Sect has strict examinations and selects only the best of the best. Even if one is lucky enough to become a disciple, cultivation will still be difficult in the future. Why make things difficult for Daoist Song? But the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion is different. They are famous throughout the world for their array formations and mechanical arts. Now they are recruiting disciples widely, and they can even make exceptions for those with bloodline advantages."
In this chaotic world where evil reigns supreme, all she wants is to find a way to survive and live a good life.
A note from the author:
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Actually, I quite like my daughter's looks~
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