Chapter 432: Chapter 426: Don’t Force Me to Shave for You
Feng Xi and Qin Liuxi established their bond five years ago when his cultivation had achieved Great Perfection. After consuming a Thousand-year-old Holy Fruit, the long-awaited opportunity for Transformation came, but at that time, there was no Cultivator with Great Cultivation to perform the sealing ceremony for him.
Everything under the heavens, especially Alien Demons who wish to progress further, must seek to undergo the sealing ceremony. For all Alien Demons, such a ceremony is both an acknowledgment and a twist of fate. Once accepted by others, they are considered registered in the eyes of Heavenly Dao when they walk the mortal realm.
When Feng Xi was in desperate need of the sealing ceremony and found no one, Qin Liuxi appeared. She granted him a twist of fate and even sacrificed some of her Merit Golden Light to help him endure the Heavenly Tribulation, ensuring his successful sealing.
Later on, he established the structure of Changsheng Hall. When she came for cooperation, he sourced medicinal ingredients while she prepared the medicine, tightly interweaving their relationship through Changsheng Hall.
In the blink of an eye, five years had passed, and the young girl had grown up. Even though he did not always follow her, he knew that once she set her mind on something, she would stop at nothing.
It’s the typical case of knowingly walking into danger yet still doing so—a death-seeking temperament.
Therefore, when Feng Xi learned that Qin Liuxi was going to break the Blood Curse for the Si Family, he merely uttered a word without dissuading her—for he knew it would be futile.
He stayed by Qin Liuxi’s side, askew from the proper path, glanced outside, and asked, “This isn’t the way back to Li City. Where are we going?”
Qin Liuxi recounted the matter of the clay figurine to him and asked, “As a Big Demon with a thousand years of cultivation, you’ve seen the mortal world change and Emperors come and go through numerous dynasties. You must have extensive knowledge. Do you know what the person behind this is trying to accomplish?”
A Big Demon with a thousand years of Daoist Cultivation, Teng Zhao’s brows twitched as he looked at Feng Xi.
So, he is an old demon!
Unaware that he’d been labeled as an old demon, Feng Xi simply frowned and said, “Given what you’ve said, it reminds me of an extreme Evil Path Forbidden Technique from five hundred years ago called the Nine Yin Soul-devouring Banner.”
Qin Liuxi’s interest was piqued: “Tell me more.”
“Just like with this clay figurine,” Feng Xi said languidly. “Back then, the practitioner from the Evil Path trapped an infant ghost in the image of a Qilin Son, convincing women to take it home for worship. They let the infant ghost go through reincarnations and repeated miscarriages, a total of nine times, greatly amplifying the infant ghost’s resentful energy. Such a ritual was performed on ninety-nine infant ghosts, and their resentful souls were then used to craft a ghost banner, named the Nine Yin Soul-devouring Banner. Once invoked, the mere wailing of the infant ghosts could cause one to go deaf, experience excruciating pain, and become mentally disoriented. Amidst the illusions created by the evil spirit, the infant ghosts would devour one’s soul, leading to a bloody death from the seven orifices.”
“And what happens after the souls are devoured?” Teng Zhao asked.
Feng Xi replied, “With each soul consumed, the Nine Yin Soul-devouring Banner grows stronger. Oh, right, in order to successfully craft this banner, the bones and blood of nine pure yin female infants must be added.”
A chill ran up Teng Zhao’s spine, piercing straight through to his Heaven Spirit.
“That means, to obtain those pure yin infants, one would have to precisely time their birth,” said Qin Liuxi with a cold expression.
Feng Xi nodded: “Certainly. It’s not that pure yin female infants born at the moment of yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin hour don’t exist, but to gather nine at once certainly requires external intervention, not to mention taking them straight from the womb.”
Teng Zhao clenched his fists tightly: “Utterly vile.”
Feng Xi gave him a sideways look: “Why else would it be called the Evil Path? I heard that to punish that Evil Path practitioner and destroy the Nine Yin Soul-devouring Banner, ten people sacrificed themselves.”
Teng Zhao turned towards Qin Liuxi and said, “This matter of the Mud Puppet Ghost Baby is likely for crafting such an evil thing.”
Qin Liuxi nodded and looked at Feng Xi: “Wasn’t the Forbidden Technique of the Nine Yin Soul-devouring Banner destroyed or sealed?”
“Destroy is to destroy, but the practitioners of the Evil Path are cunning. Who knows if they have left another volume somewhere? Even if only a fragment remains, any alchemist with a bit of Daoist Cultivation could probably deduce it.” Feng Xi sneakily attempted to lie on her leg and squinted his foxy eyes, saying, “In this world, there are more clever people than just you and me.”
Qin Liuxi noticed his move and sneered, “If you were a smart demon, you wouldn’t lay on my leg like you’re courting death.”
Sss.
A small flame suddenly burst from the tips of her fingers, emitting a terrifying red light.
“In the dead of winter, don’t make me wax you,” said Qin Liuxi with a sinister tone.
“Put it out, put it out.” Feng Xi quickly retreated with a shiver, glaring at her: “What kind of fire are children playing with? And besides, it’s always the same move with you, can’t you come up with something new?”
“One move is all it takes for you, why need anything new? What, you want to perform the twenty-four fire styles?” Qin Liuxi teased again.
Feng Zheng: “…”
I suspect you’re making a dirty joke, but I have no evidence.
“Alright, you can go back now. The shopkeeper has been missing you for quite some time,” said Qin Liuxi.
Feng Zheng: “You’re here, where should I return to? The shopkeeper is a big man, why would he miss me? I don’t care. We haven’t seen each other in a long while; we definitely need to catch up closely.”
“Scram!”
“Got it!”
Feng Zheng’s form shifted, and he turned into a beautiful flame-red fox, rolling around in the carriage: “I’m rolling here, and now I roll there!”
Teng Zhao: “!”
Such a big demon with a thousand years of cultivation is so childish!
Qin Liuxi rolled her eyes: “Idiot!”
Feng Zheng, grinning, moved his little paws step by step, snuggled beside her, and then audaciously placed his paw on her crossed legs, lying down.
Qin Liuxi was exasperated, yet seeing the fiery red fur on his body, sleek and shiny, thick and dense, she reached out and stroked it.
Feng Zheng’s fox eyes narrowed even longer, his body stretching out more limberly.
He knows best how to please his little master.
Watching them, Teng Zhao felt an itch in his heart and wanted to touch as well.
He reached out his hand to touch Feng Zheng when Feng Zheng opened his eyes: “Don’t touch, be careful or your uncle might chop off your claws.”
Teng Zhao sheepishly withdrew his hand.
Qin Liuxi was amused by her disciple’s rarely seen different expression, took his hand, and guided it towards Feng Zheng’s neck.
Teng Zhao’s eyes beamed with a smile; he was stroking the big demon’s neck; how pleasant.
Feng Zheng’s fur bristled, his teeth bared, but hearing Qin Liuxi’s laughter, he felt a softening in his heart. Forget it, as long as she’s happy.
The two humans and one fox chatted and laughed inside the carriage.
Meanwhile, outside, Deng Dawu, who had finally managed to steady the carriage, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Listening to the conversation coming from within, his heart was pounding.
That’s clearly the voices of three people.
Besides the two masters, could there be someone else, no, a ghost?
Deng Dawu silently chanted “Amitabha Buddha” a few times, focused on driving. Upon reaching Ling County, he followed Qin Liuxi’s instructions to stop the carriage in front of a restaurant, and saw with his own eyes, stepping out from the carriage along with Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao, was an incredibly handsome man who didn’t seem human.
Deng Dawu felt dizzy, his eyes rolling back as if he was about to faint.
Feng Zheng threw a coquettish glance at him and came closer, saying: “We’ve always been together, you know.”
Deng Dawu shuddered, somewhat bewildered. What was the name of this friend of the master again?