"The Bluestone Corpse of the Dan Demon might hold so secrets."
Mr. Yan paced diligently within the stone house, contemplating carefully,
He wanted to take a trip to the human world to further verify whether Zhou Xuan had indeed concocted the Human Pill he imagined.
As the overseer of the human world and Heavenly Do passage, he naturally had the right to descend to the human world,
Yet, in his view, the human world was a sick village, rampant with diseases, filled with dirty patients everywhere, and he feared contracting so vile illness.
But the elusive Human Pill continued to claw at his heart.
"If there truly exists a Human Pill, its quality wouldn’t be much different from the Source Power Pill consud by Heaven and Earth."
The more Mr. Yan thought, the more he couldn’t resist the itch of curiosity. Finally, he ventured into the depths of the stone house, pushing open the door, and in his resting chamber, he opened a cabinet.
Inside the cabinet, two iron hooks dangled a man.
Upon hearing the cabinet door open, the man slowly raised his head, eyebrows lowered in submission, glanced at Mr. Yan, tried to say sothing, but couldn’t utter a word.
Mr. Yan was unwilling to converse with him, instead, he touched the man’s chest.
With rely a touch, the man’s chest rippled, waves of water patterns spreading out,
and soon, the man’s entire body began swaying—he was not a real living person, but a human skin.
Mr. Yan grabbed the human skin and wrapped it over himself; his bloated, maggot-like visage instantly transford into a human form.
He then moved to the bedside, squatted down, and pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, taking out the attire inside—a cyan robe, wooden hairpin, white crane cloud patterned belt, and white jade ornants.
After donning this attire, he resembled a traditional scholar—except that this traditional scholar seems slightly out of place in the present era of Jing Country.
Mr. Yan stretched out his hands, looked down at his flowing robes, and upon finding no faults, proceeded to the stone house’s hall, and took down a lantern labeled "Sick Village" from the wall full of lanterns.
Lighting the candle inside, Mr. Yan began walking with purpose, a long-lost sense of fittingness returned.
Compared to the "maggot-like crawling," Mr. Yan was still more accustod to walking on two feet, fond of it.
He held the lantern and walked into the passage between Heavenly Do and the human world...
...
As Zhou Xuan returned to the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop, dawn was near, and the night sky showed a touch of fish belly white.
Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun carried bags of brined and spiced ats.
Zhao Wuya carried a large wooden box, while Zhou Xuan carried bags of high-end snacks, including local osmanthus cake, mung bean cake, and foreign desserts like chocolate and crystal candies.
When Zhou Xuan opened the shop door, Little Fuzi was dozing on the counter in a cotton coat. Hearing the door open, he quickly got up, recognized Zhou Xuan, and asked, "Young master, has Hua Zi returned?"
"Tomorrow, he will be back tomorrow."
Zhou Xuan placed the large bags on the table and handed a box of chocolate liqueur to Little Fuzi.
"The townsfolk are too enthusiastic, the gifts both small and large could drown ."
After speaking, Zhou Xuan went to the copper basin to wash his hands and face and asked Little Fuzi: "Did Fifth Senior Brother sleep?"
"Oh, not yet. The Bone Elder Association is celebrating Mingjiang Prefecture’s reconstruction; they invited him for an all-night drink in the tropolitan. Fifth Senior Brother initially didn’t want to go, but the elders called him over a dozen tis, and he couldn’t refuse, so he went."
"It’s good; attending team-building is beneficial. Good relations with colleagues are important."
After washing his face and hands, Zhou Xuan hung the towel on the wooden rack and was about to head upstairs,
but Yun Ziliang called out, "Xuanzi, on such a joyful day, why sleep so early? You should eat and drink so."
Zhao Wuya poured a drink and called out, "Exactly, Brother Xuan, during your alchemy session, Wu Ya Zen took over and I didn’t see how you made the Elixir. You ought to share so tales of the Dragon Gate Formation and explain a bit."
"Tomorrow, tomorrow," Zhou Xuan pointed at his heart and said, "With Mingjiang Prefecture celebrating wildly, the staff in my Secret Realm are also waiting for their feast."
Those outside the Secret Realm should enjoy their pleasures, but those within also deserve a feast, one mustn’t favor one over the other.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuya and Yun Ziliang stopped persuading him and continued drinking by themselves.
The large wooden box Zhao Wuya brought in contained wine, and of course, they drank red wine at this ti.
The few of them drank red wine, ate brined at, and spiced knuckles, but felt sothing was amiss.
"Sothing feels off."
Li Changxun rose from his seat, walked to the corner of the room, and turned on the record player, selecting a vinyl record.
Placing the record, lowering the needle, the beautiful lody flowed out from the steel machine.
"I wandered hurriedly into the forest~ The forest it clusters~ I cannot see its traces~"
The song’s rich jazz flavor rendered it lively, and upon closer listening, it carried a hint of enchantnt.
Li Changxun leaned against the counter, holding the wine, took a small sip, and mused, "Now this feels right."
"What’s right, it’s ominous. How did we end up with Bai Guang’s song?" Zhao Wuya was slightly impatient, wanting to turn off the player.
Li Changxun was puzzled: "What’s wrong with Bai Guang’s song?"
This Mountain Ancestor, unaware of who Bai Guang is, had escaped from the Earth Abyss after the Xianhuo disaster, and wasn’t very familiar with pre-disaster Mingjiang Prefecture.
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