Chapter 97: Junior Sister, Let’s Head Down the Mountain!
Chen Huai’an carefully picked up the now-faded protective talisman.
The writing on it had blurred, as if soaked in water, making it barely legible.
Before, he had always treated this talisman as just another ga giveaway, never connecting the strange occurrences around him to it. But now that he knew the Thunderfire Talisman was real, did that an this protective talisman was real too?
Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes.
The talisman had only started fading after he returned from Mount Tais.
That trip had been full of unexpected dangers—first, he had broken his leg, then encountered a landslide.
Either of those incidents could have been disastrous for him.
Yet, what actually happened?
Not only did he return from Mount Tais unscathed, but he even got a hefty reward from a real bigshot, earning himself so startup funds.
"So, the talisman actually worked? That’s why it faded?"
Chen Huai’an toyed with the talisman, then brought it to his nose for a sniff.
He had already washed it, but the light fragrance still lingered—it definitely wasn’t from detergent. His theory was sounding more and more plausible.
"If only I had another talisman, I could test this out… Maybe I should log into the ga later and ask Li Qingran for one?"
Would that even work?
If it did, wouldn’t that an he could get all his items for free in the future?
That thought alone made his heart race with anticipation.
"Speaking of which, there was also that imperial procession on Mount Tais. That must have been another anomaly caused by the Spiritual Qi Revival. I thought the emperor seed off at the ti, but as for what’s really going on over there, only the Demon Slayers Bureau would know… It sounds like an official organization, so their intelligence network must be decent." Ɍᴀ𐌽O͍ВÈş
Baji, who was sprawled on the couch, silently listened to Chen Huai’an’s rambling.
Its small, weak body instinctively shrank further into the corner.
It’s over.
The calamity was coming.
The bigshot had fully realized that this world wasn’t normal.
Was this the mont his lost mories would resurface?
If that happened, would it still be able to keep its Taotie identity hidden?
There was no stopping him from uncovering the world’s anomalies anymore.
No, it had to run. It needed to find a way to escape!
Baji stared at the spiritual plant by the window, lost in thought.
At its current rate of absorbing Spiritual Qi, in about a week, it would reach the power level of a two-hundred-year-old demon. By then, breaking through the window and escaping would be easy. Sure, the talismans would leave it badly injured, but as long as it could get away, a little damage was nothing.
Better than staying here and risking death at any mont!
While Baji was busy plotting its escape, Chen Huai’an continued checking his other items.
The spiritual stone bracelet was most likely real—half of its beads had already turned cloudy, aning their Spiritual Qi had been depleted. But when? And how? That would require further testing.
The potted plant by the window was also suspicious. When he tried to cut a leaf, his scissors wouldn’t even make a dent. He decided to keep it for now and see if it grew a mouth or sothing.
As for the Blackscale Sword, he had already decided—he was sleeping with it from now on.
A divine weapon like this shouldn’t just be left hanging by the bedside.
It needed to be close to him, absorbing his unique aura!
Heh heh!
The orange-red sunset cast long shadows on the coffee table, the glass reflecting the harsh light. Chen Huai’an blinked against the glare, suddenly realizing it was already dinnerti.
His phone, fully charged and resting on the couch armrest, chid with a notification.
After everything that had happened today, he was exhausted. Unplugging the charger, he picked up the phone and launched My Virtual Girlfriend.
There were a few things he wanted to test.
But when the ga loaded, he found that Li Qingran wasn’t in her room.
She was standing at the peak of Falling Sunset Summit, bathed in the golden hues of dusk. Before her stood Senior Sister Yue Qianchi and Pavilion Master Su Qinian. The three of them had solemn expressions, as if engaged in a serious discussion.
"What’s going on?"
Chen Huai’an turned the volu up to max.
Their voices beca much clearer.
"Li Qingran, the journey is long, and your cultivation base is still weak. This ti, I’ll have your senior sister escort you. It’ll be good for both of you to have company along the way," Su Qinian said.
"But… wouldn’t that be too much trouble for Senior Sister?" Li Qingran hesitated, glancing between Su Qinian and Yue Qianchi.
"Ah, no trouble at all." Yue Qianchi waved dismissively. "My cultivation has already reached a bottleneck. Master has been telling to go down the mountain for experience—it’ll help with my breakthrough."
She noticed Li Qingran still looking unsure and leaned over, nudging her playfully. A grin spread across her face, exaggeratedly fawning.
"Hehe, Junior Sister, I’m not escorting you for free. You’re covering the drinks on the way!"
"Hmph! Drinking every day—one of these days, it’ll kill you!" Su Qinian lifted a hand, aiming to smack Yue Qianchi’s head, but she dodged with a laugh.
Sighing, Su Qinian turned to Li Qingran and said helplessly, "Your senior sister is addicted to alcohol. Keep an eye on her so she doesn’t ss things up on the way."
With things settled, Li Qingran could only nod and bow respectfully.
"I understand, Pavilion Master. I’ll make sure to keep Senior Sister in check."
"Tch, Old Su, you think Junior Sister can stop ? Hah—!"
Not far behind Li Qingran, Yue Qianchi hung upside down from a tree branch, making a face at Su Qinian.
Su Qinian pretended not to see her.
"Alright, get ready. You two should set off soon."
He then took out two pouches and handed them to Li Qingran.
"Though the Sword Pavilion is lacking in resources, as its master, I must at least provide you with travel funds. Here are twenty low-grade spirit stones—ten for each of you."
Li Qingran: "…"
Yue Qianchi: "…"
"What? Not enough?" Su Qinian’s face darkened as he shoved the pouches forward, leaving no room for argunt.
Li Qingran had no choice but to accept. "Thank you, Pavilion Master."
"…Pavilion Master?"
She gave the pouch a tug but found she couldn’t pull it away.
Su Qinian’s grip was firm.
Only when Yue Qianchi pried his fingers open one by one did the pouches finally land in Li Qingran’s hands.
"Master, if you don’t want to give it, just don’t." Yue Qianchi rolled her eyes so hard they nearly flipped over.
Caught red-handed, Su Qinian coughed awkwardly, then threw his flying sword into the air, stepping onto it in a flash.
"Hmph! You two take care—I’m leaving!"
The Pavilion Master’s exit was dramatic.
He rged with his sword, weaving through the twilight clouds.
Only Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi remained atop Falling Sunset Summit, the air filled with the scent of sun-dried grass.
It slled nice.
Like a sumr night.
Li Qingran turned to look at Yue Qianchi.
Under the setting sun, Senior Sister’s face was flushed a brilliant red.
Yue Qianchi withdrew her gaze from the fading trail of Su Qinian’s sword, then slung an arm around Li Qingran’s shoulders, laughing.
"Co on, Junior Sister, let’s head down the mountain!"
…
Atop Falling Sunset Summit, the sky burned crimson.
A great sword cultivator used the clouds as ink and the sword as a brush, writing—
Safe travels.
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