Chapter 58 Looking Towards a Blind Date at Jinshan
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Duan Jiuyou's answer left Di Jiang speechless for a long time. He didn't know whether he should be glad that Bai Yanxing, whom she always talked about, had no place in her heart at all, or he should worry about his future.
How much of the human emotion does such a heartless and ruthless creature truly possess?
She viewed all living beings as one, sacrificing the few and living the many. He didn't even dare to ask her what she would choose if she failed to defeat the Desolate Clan in the second attempt and Bai Yanxing asked her to choose between him and the Desolate Clan.
He felt it was impossible for her to choose him.
If she doesn't choose him, is she still a human being?
But how many inhuman things has she done? She has abandoned twelve or thirteen immortal lovers. Zhao Fengchen on Mount Wujian has been waiting for her for eight hundred lifetimes, but she has never turned back. She seems intimate with him now, but who knows if she will turn around and run away one day when she gets tired of him?
Di Jiang never imagined that one day she would become a "sullen and resentful woman in her boudoir." Despite being the most adept at understanding people's hearts, she couldn't see through the heartless Duan Jiuyou.
Duan Jiuyou didn't know why Di Jiang was unhappy again. She saw him sit up, sit there for a long time, put a pill in his mouth, and then bend down again.
"Need to take medicine again?"
Duan Jiuyou recognized it as the "Love Pill" she had taken last night. She was now a little afraid of that pill, feeling that she would become strange after taking it.
Di Jiang hummed in agreement, and before she could hesitate, he pressed himself against her. Their lips lightly touched, the pill slid into her mouth, and along with it came his deep kiss.
He felt helpless towards her; it seemed like she was always the one comforting him, but in reality, he put in just as much effort as she did.
The emperor indulged himself even more that night than the night before.
Outside the window, snow weighs down the branches, and red plum blossoms are in bloom.
Listening to his own pounding heartbeat, Duan Jiuyou asked Di Jiang, "Is this really a cure?"
"Um."
When will it be cured?
"Who knows?"
...
When the two got up the next day, the old ministers who had drunk too much the night before were still asleep. When Bai Hugong heard that Duan Jiuyou was going to take the Fire-Eating Beast away, he went to great lengths to wake up the elders of the Dragon Clan.
Old Ancestor Duan was dressed somewhat differently today. She wore a scarf around her neck and held a handkerchief in her hand. She covered her mouth with the handkerchief and sat on the floating cloud chair. There seemed to be displeasure between her brows, as if she had just been angry with someone.
The wolf cub she used to hold in her arms was still there, but she refused to hold him, simply letting him lie on her lap with his paws tucked in.
A sleepy fire-eating beast was strapped to the back of the cloud chair. Due to its enormous size, it looked at first glance like it was carrying a large package.
Seeing her imposing presence, Bai Hugong worried that Duan Laozu might take the divine beast to a secluded place and kill it to save trouble, so he hurriedly summoned all the elders.
"Couldn't you at least tell us where we're going?"
The elders looked worried, as if the Fire-Eating Beast were their own grandson. Duan Jiuyou was a mother who didn't care whether the child lived or died. The child hadn't even woken up yet, and she just tied it to the "carriage" without a care.
"Looking towards Jinshan for a matchmaking meeting."
Duan Jiuyou provided an answer. With a handkerchief covering his mouth, his voice was inevitably unclear, and the elders, being older and hard of hearing, all made a gesture of tilting their ears.
"What relatives are you looking for?"
"Looking towards Jinshan for a matchmaking meeting."
Duan Jiuyou repeated it.
"What kind of 'kindness'?"
This time, they couldn't even hear anything.
"Looking at Jinshan, I've said it twice!" She angrily put down her handkerchief and glared at them. "Only the Water-Swallowing Beast can cure its illness. Now I'm taking it to Jinshan to find the Water-Swallowing Beast. If the Water-Swallowing Beast takes a liking to it, everything will be fine. If it doesn't, you can just wait to collect the corpses of the Fire-Eating Beast!"
As soon as he put down the handkerchief, the injury on Duan Jiuyou's mouth became visible. He was already annoyed, and now he had to entertain them so early in the morning.
Elder Long, who was standing closest to Duan Jiuyou, stared at the "blister" on her lips and asked, "Are you suffering from internal heat?"
Duan Jiuyou said no: "I was in such a hurry to leave this morning that I bumped my foot on the threshold."
"Is the fur collar you're wearing around your neck because you're afraid of the cold? The climate in Wangjinshan is like the height of summer, with the same temperature as the top of Yanshan Mountain. There's really no need for such thick clothing."
—You think I want to wear it??
Duan Jiuyou felt angry when she thought about it. If Di Jiang hadn't acted foolishly last night and insisted on "planting" a few marks on her neck, she wouldn't have had to suffer like this.
"I'm not hot."
As for the "blisters" on her lips, the disciples of Aozong all knew that they were not from knocking.
When they went in to serve her in the morning, the old ancestor was glaring at the marks on her neck in front of the dressing mirror and getting angry with the lord. The lord was dressed neatly and was sitting in the armchair waiting for the old ancestor. After glaring at her neck, the old ancestor glared at him, which made the lord laugh.
Di Jiang: "Can't we just say it was a mosquito bite?"
Duan Jiuyou: "Where would we find mosquitoes in this freezing weather? What would we do if they saw us like this!"
She already had a bad reputation, and if another scandalous affair involving her while drunk were to surface, things would become even more complicated!
Liantang, a clever child, remembered that she had brought a scarf with her before leaving home, worried that the aura might change. She quickly took it out of her Qiankun bag and put it on Duan Jiuyou. She had already coaxed him, but after he put it on, the Wilderness Lord said something.
"Isn't it hot?"
The two started arguing. The Wild Lord wanted to touch the thickness of the fur collar, but the Ancestor wouldn't let him. The Ancestor slapped his hand away and tried to hit him. The Wild Lord naturally tried to dodge, but the Ancestor didn't notice that his skirt was too long and tripped. He bumped into the third button of the Wild Lord's outer robe, which was inlaid with an extremely precious piece of black gold stone. It was not only beautiful but also incredibly hard. The flesh on the Wild Lord's lips was delicate and couldn't withstand such a bump. It swelled up immediately.
The injury didn't hurt Duan Laozu at all, but it would take time to heal. So when he came out, he not only had a fur collar around his neck, but also a handkerchief to cover his mouth.
The disciples watched the whole thing, and dared not speak. If the patriarch said to knock on the threshold, then they knocked on the threshold. If the patriarch said it wasn't hot, then it wasn't hot.
After Duan Jiuyou finished explaining her and the Fire-Eating Beast's whereabouts, he headed towards Wangjin Mountain. Bai Hugong, who had been silent all along, twitched his brow and hurriedly caught up, saying, "Ancestor, please wait. Speaking of Wangjin Mountain, there is one more thing we must pay close attention to."
He said that he had cultivated in the Wangjin Mountain area in his early years. There was a kind of poisonous insect there called the Golden-winged Moth, which was as small as a fly. Once it bit into the body, the body would fester and become difficult to cure, injuring many cultivators in the mountains. Later, the physician Rong Xing happened to come here and treated them carefully for several months before he was able to cure them.
To prevent people from suffering from poisonous insects again when entering the mountains, Rong Xing planted medicinal herbs in the mountains to repel and kill poisonous insects.
Bai Hugong said, "You and your disciple only need to pick one before entering the mountain and wear it on your body to ward off poisonous insects."
Duan Jiuyou knew he meant well, but the Ao Clan's bodies were naturally different from ordinary people, immune to all poisons, so no matter what poisonous insects or moths they encountered, they were useless.
She casually agreed and was about to leave, but a faint doubt lingered in her mind: how could Bai Hugong have cultivated at Wangjin Mountain? This person's aptitude was not high; he was a mortal who cultivated into an immortal. The entire Wangjin Mountain was populated by descendants of gods, and ordinary people could not even see this sacred mountain.
On second thought, all mortals who seek enlightenment have a master to guide them, so perhaps the White-bearded Man was taken up the mountain by his master.
Bai Hugong said, "Although the ancestor's body is different from ordinary people, it is still best to take precautions. That golden-winged moth is really powerful. Even a god-level immortal with extremely high cultivation was tormented quite a bit."
He was genuinely worried that she wouldn't use the herb.
Duan Jiuyou paused again after hearing this: "What does that herb look like?"
She suddenly remembered that her body could resist the invasion of poisonous insects, but that didn't mean the imperial realm could survive safely. Wearing it was better than not wearing it.
Bai Hugong immediately gave a detailed description, which she carefully noted down before leaving.
The cloud chair rose into the air, and everyone raised their hands to see it off. Only after it disappeared from sight did they return to their rooms to continue their naps. "White-bearded Old Man" was the last to leave, his face still showing worry. He seemed to be worried that the Fire-eating Beast's matchmaking would not go smoothly, or that Duan Jiuyou would not remember his instructions. He maintained this expression the whole way. When he met people along the way, some of them advised him to relax. He responded to each of them, pushed open the door, and locked it.
No one noticed that the face had changed.
The features of Bai Hugong melted away on his face, replaced by the face of a young man. This face should be very unfamiliar to the people of Yanshan, but it was a familiar face to the officials of the Heavenly Realm. He was Bai Tingxu, the trusted and fierce general of Emperor Bai Yanxing, the head of the Heavenly Realm Martial Gods, and honored as the White Sleeve Immortal Venerable.
Someone in the room poured him tea and asked in a low voice, "Will your method work?"
"If you are certain that the person next to Duan Jiuyou is from Dijiang, then this method will definitely work."
After Bai Ting finished speaking, he glanced at the other person and asked in confusion, "Why are you dressed like this?"
The person pouring the tea looked embarrassed and wiped his face, which he had deliberately smeared with mud, saying, "Isn't this because I was afraid Duan Jiuyou would recognize me?"
This person was also a familiar face to Duan Jiuyou; he was Qi Xinghe, whom she had met once when they crossed the river at Quling.
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