Chapter 152: The Silk Play and Being Frank
"My chef just bought some new coffee beans, and they taste like berries."
Wen Miyan was not sad at all after losing the game. She smiled and took Lin Zhuyue's hand, inviting her to her home for afternoon tea.
"We also have cakes. My chef's matcha mille-feuille cake is truly exceptional. He had a shop before he came to my house, and the matcha mille-feuille cakes were always in high demand. If it weren't for the limited production capacity, he would have made a fortune long ago."
Lin Zhuyue was looking forward to it: "Okay, okay."
Shi Can walked around the arena and said, "I want to eat too."
He wasn't really craving the matcha mille-feuille, but wherever Lin Zhuyue went, he would go, even if it was to the underworld. Of course, comparing Wen Miyan's home to the underworld was a bit rude.
"I want one too."
Ye Yangjia was afraid of being left behind, so he followed closely and said,
"Wen Miyan, we are partners. You can't just have a best friend and forget about your teammates."
Wen Miyan led a large group of people home.
But as soon as he entered the yard, Lin Zhuyue's face fell, and Shi Can and Ye Yangjia's faces also looked unhappy.
Shi Can asked Wen Miyan: "Don't you hate him?"
"How could I not hate it?" Wen Miyan answered firmly, "Unless the sun rises from the west."
Shi Can said irritably, "Then why did you ask him to come?"
As soon as they entered the yard, they saw a familiar figure sitting at the afternoon tea table in the yard - Feng Yuansi, who transferred from New Zealand to Tiancheng, violated regulations and caused a hole in his classmate's chest to be opened by a ghost. He couldn't make it in the main campus and transferred to the Hong Kong branch.
He was drinking lychee tea and enjoying a Uji Matcha mille-feuille cake. He also brought his cat with him. The dark, coal-like cat jumped up and down in the grass. If you gave it a leaf, it would play for a long time.
"You need to talk to him, don't you?"
Wen Miyan pulled out a chair and sat down, saying,
"Since we are going to join forces, we must put aside our hatred and move forward with one heart. We must not harbor any hatred or grudges against each other, otherwise, we will be destroyed by our enemies."
Shi Can raised his hand: "Stop, stop, stop——"
Everyone looked at Shi Can at the same time.
"I don't understand what you're saying."
Shi Can pointed at Ye Yangjia and said,
"His family is neutral. The Shi and Wen families lean towards the Ling family. Their family wills and positions are different. How can they move forward wholeheartedly? What we are going to do will drag the family into the water. Even if Ye Yangjia is not worried about the Ye family being involved, what about his parents? He can't make the decision, Miss Wen."
"We already have differences in our positions, and these differences are difficult to change, which means we are destined to be unable to reach a consensus."
Ye Yangjia patted Shi Can's shoulder and asked calmly:
"Guess why my parents didn't take me with them when they immigrated?"
Shi Chan replied, “Because your parents drank the Forgotten Cub Milk?”
Ye Yangjia slapped Shi Can on the shoulder and said angrily:
"You stupid dog!"
"It was my idea that they immigrated without me! As long as they did, and got the protection of a powerful friend abroad, I could get involved in this mess without any worries."
Shi Can was stunned, a bit like he was stunned by Ye Yangjia's heavy slap.
Lin Zhuyue looked at Ye Yangjia with worry in her eyes.
Ye Yangjia pushed Shi Can away, stood opposite Lin Zhuyue, and seriously stated his position:
"Lin Zhuyue, ever since I concealed the truth about Lingwu for you, ever since I threw away the glass of wine my cousin and his wife gave you on the boat, I have been on your side."
Lin Zhuyue said worriedly: "This is very dangerous..."
"Of course I know this is dangerous. I'm helping you on one condition. That is, you must save my life."
Ye Yangjia folded his arms and said,
"If I die, you'd better die too. If I die and you live, the Ye family and their relatives might hold you responsible for this."
Shi Can sneered and said:
"If you want to live so badly, you'd better not get involved."
"Anyway, my biggest expectation of you is that you keep your mouth shut. You can listen to our conversation if you want, but once you leave this room and meet someone else, don't say a single word."
Wen Miyan saw that the two had almost finished arguing, so she stepped out to act as a peacemaker. She walked towards the table with exquisite refreshments, pulled out a white chair with a hollow back, and said:
"Zhuyue, sit here, and you come over here too."
When Shi Can walked over, he took the coal-brick cat that Feng Yuansi brought into his arms.
Soon, everyone was seated at the table and received a cup of tea with the aroma of lychee but still retaining the rich flavor of Dahongpao. On the table was an opened box of light cream and a jar of honey for everyone to use.
Wen Miyan took a knife and cut the thousand-layer cake, saying:
"Whether it's making friends or forming an alliance, we need common goals, certain interests, and honesty. Sometimes, if we don't show something, we won't even be able to impress those who are hesitant about joining our side."
Wen Miyan placed the matcha thousand-layer cake on a beautiful plate and handed it to Lin Zhuyue, then said gently:
"Everyone, please tell me about your spiritual weapons. I'll go first—"
"My spiritual weapon is a war halberd, named after the 'Fang Tian' in the 'Fang Tian Hua Ji'. It appears to be an offensive spiritual weapon, but in reality, 'Fang Tian' is a strengthening spiritual weapon that can make me extremely strong, as if I have supernatural powers. However, the strengthening effect of Fang Tian on me cannot last long. The load is too heavy for my body to bear."
Shi Can: “Hey…”
Wen Miyan really told it all...
Ye Yangjia raised his hand and said:
"Then I'll tell you about mine. My spiritual weapon is 'Silver Frost', a dual-gun weapon, probably the most unique spiritual weapon ever. But Silver Frost has flaws. It has a short range, and it requires external objects like the Five Emperors' Coins for bullets."
"But last month I succeeded in condensing bullets myself, but the range and power still need to be adjusted."
"I have a new bullet?"
Shi Can's face was full of excitement. After being stared at by Ye Yangjia for a while, he not only did not restrain himself, but laughed even more wildly. After laughing for a while, he said,
"My spiritual weapon, 'Absolute Blade,' possesses the ability to 'cut everything,' and can even sever 'fate.' Absolute Blade is also a dual spiritual weapon, but I usually only use one in combat. There aren't many situations where I can summon both blades, so everyone thinks I only have one."
Now, only Lin Zhuyue and Feng Yuansi are left.
Lin Zhuyue tightened his sleeves, struggled for a moment, and then raised his head.
Shi Can pulled Lin Zhuyue's sleeve and said to Feng Yuansi:
"You speak first."
Feng Yuansi found it strange, but he didn't really care about the order. He bit his finger, and the blood beads that gushed out stretched out in an instant, forming thin threads like an infrared net. Between the threads hung red round beads. When the beads broke, a ghost stretched out its long-curled body...
Wen Miyan grabbed Feng Yuansi's hand and said:
"Do you want to destroy my formation? Just tell me, no need to demonstrate!"
The filaments and beads all fell to the ground and were then taken back by Feng Yuansi.
Feng Yuansi took out a Band-Aid from his pocket, put it on his finger, and then reluctantly changed the demonstration to oral narration:
"My spiritual weapon is called 'Pulling Thread'. It can subdue and control the souls of the dead. The number of souls I can control is related to the quality of the souls. I can control 130 souls right now, but if it were someone like your homeroom teacher, I wouldn't be able to control even one."
Ye Yangjia was stunned and asked:
"Homeroom teacher? What happened to our homeroom teacher?"
Wen Miyan poured herself another cup of tea.
Lin Zhuyue: "..."
Shi Chan: “…Uh, he is…”
Feng Yuansi took over the conversation directly, and said with a delighted expression:
"Ghost King Minghui, don't you know?"
"Fuck?"
Ye Yangjia looked at Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can who looked troubled, and Wen Miyan who was calmly drinking tea, and asked,
"You knew this earlier? Why didn't you tell me about this? Are you going to die?"
"Correction, I don't know. I just think 'Duan Junheng' is a person possessed by a ghost. And based on the fact that this ghost can move around in Tiancheng and the Spiritual Master's Mansion, I infer that this ghost must be an unusual and evil ghost."
Wen Miyan turned her head to look at Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can and said,
"I also want to ask, why didn't you say it? Did you feel threatened?"
Lin Zhuyue sighed and replied:
"We're under threat, but there's no immediate danger. We don't intend to drag too many people into the water."
Shi Can picked up the lychee black tea and said calmly:
"Anyway, I can't beat him, and you certainly can't either."
Wen Miyan: “…”
Ye Yangjia: “…………”
Damn it, he wants to hit someone.
Ye Yangjia frowned and looked at Feng Yuansi, but the other party still had a look of joy on his face and had even started gritting his fingers, looking as if he couldn't wait.
Ye Yangjia couldn't help but ask:
"I say, what are you so happy about? Do you want a Ghost King puppet so badly? Be careful not to lose control and get retaliated against! ...Will it backfire?"
"Yes, but I still want this puppet."
Feng Yuansi's eyes were shining with stars, and he said,
"Not only can Qiansi control the undead, but when subduing them, one can also obtain their memories. Minghui was a spiritual master in his lifetime, and he seems to have not slacked off in his cultivation even after his death. If I can capture him, all the precious things in his brain will be mine!"
Crazy, absolutely crazy!
"Don't dream, you can't take him down. Your spiritual power is not even on the same level as his."
Shi Can cut a piece of cake himself, placed it in front of Feng Yuansi, and said,
"Come, eat some more cakes, lie in bed at night, and have a dream as sweet as afternoon tea."
Feng Yuansi's Chinese wasn't very good, so he didn't understand the sarcasm. He even thanked Shi Chan when he took the cake from him. He held the plate in his left hand and the fork in his right hand, scraping off a corner of the cake and asking:
"Um, Lin Zhuyue's spiritual weapon..."
Lin Zhuyue closed her eyes, and golden petals flew out of her body. There were many petals, and they were scattered. She seemed to be in a sea reflecting golden stars.
Feng Yuansi had already seen Lin Zhuyue's spiritual weapon in the audience.
—Is that all? It has nothing to do with the Ukiyo-e scrolls?
Scattered golden petals gathered together to form an open scroll flying in the air. There was not much on the scroll, almost blank, waiting for its owner to draw and write.
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