Chapter 430: Chapter 424: My Fault If Crushed to Death
On a rare moonlit winter night, Qin Liuxi’s side courtyard was unusually bustling.
Atop the wall, a male ghost and a female ghost watched a demon and a ginseng fighting fiercely, silently taking out a white candle to nibble.
The female ghost asked, “Who do you think will lose?”
The male ghost said, “Is there even any suspense? The Little Ginseng Spirit is just a baby, how can it win against the Old Fox?”
“True, I bet the Little Ginseng Spirit is swallowing a bitter pill,” the female ghost shook her head and sighed.
The Little Ginseng Spirit had another whisker torn off and sat down on the ground, sobbing loudly: “Waaah, this is so unfair to ginseng!”
What kind of life was it living indeed.
Qi Huang appeared at just the right moment, saw the chaotic medicine garden, and let out an exclamation.
“Little Qi Huang, I missed you so much!” The demon fox saw Qi Huang and rushed over with arms wide open.
Qi Huang dodged him and rushed to the medicine garden, picked up a plant of Night Spirit Grass, and said with a heavy heart, “You’re both going to die.”
The demon fox, belatedly aware, looked towards the medicine garden, and its glossy fur stood on end, done for.
The Little Ginseng Spirit also glanced over and immediately tattled, “Sister Qi Huang, it’s all its fault! Some saucy fox appeared out of nowhere, started fighting without a word and even snatched my fruit. I was planning to give you one.”
Snitching and trying to win sympathy, I’ll poison you to death!
The demon fox glared at it, “Youngster, can’t win a fight, and still tattling, psh!”
Qi Huang turned around, saw it, and cocked her head to the side: “Boss Feng, you’re back?”
“You’re just noticing me now? You’ve really changed your heart. Did this Little Ginseng Spirit seduce you?” The demon fox transformed in a shake, turning into a handsome and extraordinary demonic man clad in red.
Who else could it be but the master of Changsheng Hall, Feng Zheng.
The Little Ginseng Spirit covered its mouth with the remaining whiskers, eyes filled with both envy and jealousy.
Who knew this demon fox had such profound Daoist cultivation, and it could already transform into a human.
“You can transform now, who gave you the title?” the Little Ginseng Spirit asked enviously.
For a demon to transform, aside from reaching a certain level of cultivation, it also needs an opportunity—being given a title by humans, like the Yellow Immortal, at the stage of perfection in cultivation, will deliberately seek a fated person to request a title from; once successful, they can transform at will.
Feng Zheng gave it a disdainful glance, “None of your business.”
The Little Ginseng Spirit pouted: “No need to say, I know it’s Qin Mo, it must be the Grandmaster who gave you the title. You’re doomed. She’s been eyeing my red fruits for a long time, and you’ve picked them all, you ingrate.”
“Idiot.” Feng Zheng spread his hands, revealing four red fruits in his palm, took out a Jade Bottle, and put them all in, sealing the fragrance of the fruit.
Then, he picked up a ginseng whisker from the ground, cast a spell, and cleanly stuck the clean whisker into his mouth.
Munch, munch.
The Little Ginseng Spirit held its head and screamed, “You’re not human, you demon!”
Feng Zheng sneered, turned his head and saw Qi Huang looking at him with a half-smile, grinned and said, “Well…”
“You need to tidy up this medicine garden before the master returns, otherwise, you’ll have to explain to her yourself,” Qi Huang said.
Feng Zheng glanced at the messy garden, feeling a bit guilty and asked, “Where is she?”
He had been here for a while, and she hadn’t shown up, which wasn’t normal.
“The master went to Zaozi Village,” Qi Huang said as she picked up damaged Spirit Grass with compassion, “You’ve really been too careless. These medicines were all personally planted by the master.”
Feng Zheng sheepishly touched his nose, glared at the seemingly innocent Little Ginseng Spirit, and said, “Aren’t you going to clean up? Do you want to die?”
The Little Ginseng Spirit: “!”
It was getting blamed for being beaten?
But then, recalling Qin Liuxi’s ruthlessness, it shivered and began to help clean up, cradling its ‘limbs.’
Qi Huang set the damaged medicine with bad roots on one side and directed Feng Zheng, “You’re responsible for repairing the roots and replanting them.”
Feng Xiu: “As the grand demon of the Nine-tailed Fox, reducing myself to restoring medicinal herbs, isn’t that a waste of talent…”
“Master planted them.”
Feng Xiu: “Let me do it, I’ll take care of it.”
Qi Huang suppressed a smile.
No matter what kind of big demon you are, in front of our master, aren’t you just like a little kitten, obediently coiling up?
Feng Xiu caught the Little Ginseng Spirit to restore the medicine garden to its original state, then inquired about Zaozi Village, and with a flash, he left the small courtyard.
Go find her.
After he left, Little Ginseng Spirit asked Qi Huang woefully, “Who is that flashy fox and what’s his story?”
Qi Huang replied, “It’s said that he’s a demon fox who cultivated on Heavenly Mountain, and he met master during his transformation and Tribulation. Master conferred upon him a title and bestowed some merit to help him avoid the Heavenly Tribulation.”
Little Ginseng Spirit felt somewhat envious upon hearing this.
Qi Huang said, “Just focus on your cultivation. When it’s time for you to transform, I’m sure master will bestow great fortune upon you.”
Little Ginseng Spirit got excited and began to yearn for it.
…
With Feng Xiu’s demonic power, reaching Zaozi Village was a mere one stick of incense away in time.
However, as he approached Zaozi Village, he concealed his cultivation, saw that it was still not dawn, did not enter the village, and simply found a forest to cultivate in.
Hehe, once it’s daylight, I’ll confront her.
Feng Xiu closed his eyes.
As the night passed and dawn broke, Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhaoxian completed a Grand Circulation, then enjoyed a hearty breakfast in preparation to head to the Nuwa Temple.
“Master, this is a modest token of gratitude, please don’t find it too little,” Deng Fucai handed over a red envelope.
Qin Liuxi didn’t stand on ceremony, taking it without checking how many silver notes were inside and pocketed it.
Then Deng Fucai instructed his eldest son: “Make sure to escort the master to the Nuwa Temple attentively, then send the master back to Li City without worrying about the cost.”
Deng Dawu replied, “Rest assured, I will make sure to send the master back.”
Only then did Deng Fucai, his wife, and his daughter bow to bid farewell to Qin Liuxi.
The carriage left Zaozi Village and headed in the direction of Ling County, only to have Qin Liuxi suddenly open her eyes a short while later, uttering a “Huh?”
“Master?” Teng Zhao looked at her puzzled.
Qin Liuxi lifted her hand.
Just then, Deng Dawu abruptly pulled the reins, tugging at the galloping horses with a startled shout, causing him to turn pale as he saw the old man lying in front of the horses, hovering between life and death.
“Ow, ow, the poor old man is going to be crushed to death by you, how are you driving this carriage?” cried the old man lying on the ground in pain.
Swallowing hard, Deng Dawu peered over, his heart racing out of control, and someone opened the front door from behind.
Qin Liuxi asked, “What’s wrong?”
Deng Dawu turned his head in panic and said, “Mas… Master, an old man suddenly popped out, and I couldn’t pull the horses in time and hit him. What do we do now?”
Qin Liuxi squinted, looked out from the carriage, and her gaze landed on the person lying in front of the horses. She let out a cold laugh: “No worries, he’s just trying a trick. Drive the carriage right over him, if he dies, it’s on me!”
Deng Dawu looked at her in terror: “?”
Teng Zhao also looked at Qin Liuxi and then at the person on the ground. Someone she recognizes?
Meanwhile, the old man on the ground who was still groaning in pain suddenly stopped, jumped up agilely, and pointed at her: “Hey, you little Daoist, such a respectable monk, how can you still take a life?”
Qin Liuxi leaned out, a smile akin to that of a demon on her face: “Not only do I take life, but I am also in charge of funeral rites and deliverance, a one-stop service that costs less, too. Go lie down over there, and I’ll come and roll you myself—I’ll ensure you rebirth into a good life!”
Old man: “…”
Are you poisoned or something?!