The Ghost Clan was so named primarily because they were like phantoms.
They could conceal themselves in darkness, not just their bodies, but also their flesh and blood.
Their flesh and blood possessed a strength beyond human capability.
This was inherited through their bloodline, a power they were born with and needed no teaching for.
Just like at this very moment, Lu Wuming stood outside the door. He cut his finger, letting his blood drip into the shadows cast by the lamp.
The blood flowed along the shadows and into the room. Even if the people inside had set up soundproof barriers, they could not block light and shadow. The drop of blood remembered every word they spoke, remembered the appearance of each person, and then returned this information to Lu Wuming outside the door.
Lu Wuming listened with joy in his heart, but his face showed no emotion. He lowered his head, pretending to have heard nothing, and quietly waited for Liu Buli.
He lowered his gaze, and the sound of a door opening came from beside him.
Liu Buli walked out of the room, his expression not very pleasant. He grabbed Lu Wuming's hand and pulled him towards his courtyard.
Lu Wuming blinked, his face filled with confusion. He said, "Master, did something bad happen just now? You seem unhappy."
"Nothing bad was said. I've made arrangements for the disciple acceptance ceremony to take place in the next few days," Liu Buli said. "You prepare yourself as well. I'll tell you the process tomorrow. It's very simple, so you don't need to be nervous or worried. It's just a formality to let others know that you are a member of the Pill Sect, and a disciple of me, Liu Buli."
Lu Wuming nodded.
He wasn't worried; he was merely anticipating it.
He also wanted others to know, for everyone to know, that he was a member of the Pill Sect. He was...
Liu Buli's person.
The drop of blood released earlier remained in the room, listening to the subsequent conversation of the so-called elders. But none of that mattered to him. He had experienced too much malice and received too much ill will; this little bit could not stir any emotional fluctuation within him.
As for their plans?
It was irrelevant.
He would not die, and that was his greatest safeguard.
No matter what those people intended to do, they could not harm him. As long as Liu Buli was not implicated, he cared about nothing.
The two returned to the courtyard. Liu Buli thought for a moment and then reminded Lu Wuming, "Stay by my side during this time. If anyone else asks you to do something, ignore them. Don't accept anything from others, and don't trust anyone except me, understand?"
Lu Wuming nodded seriously.
Although he really wanted to tell Liu Buli that even without this reminder, he had always done so.
He only trusted Liu Buli.
And only him was enough.
That night, as they had agreed, Liu Buli squeezed into his bed with Lu Wuming.
Reaching out, he pulled the young man into his embrace and chuckled softly, "Wuming, you must eat well and grow strong. When you're a little older, Master will get a bigger bed."
Lu Wuming nuzzled against his warm chest and asked softly, "Why get a new one? This is fine."
"But then we won't have enough space to sleep," Liu Buli laughed. "It's fine now, you fit in my arms without being crowded. But when you grow taller, if we still sleep like this, won't it be a bit cramped?"
"It's not crowded," Lu Wuming said earnestly. "When I grow taller, Master can sleep in my arms. This is good, don't change the bed. I like it this way."
Liu Buli's cheeks flushed.
He poked Lu Wuming's face and asked in a low voice, "Wuming, do you know what you're saying?"
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