Chapter 35: The Traditional Arts of Dachunyang Palace
Tangcheng University, College of Arts and Literature Old Building, Meeting Room.
“You little rascal, what do you want to do to Liu Xiao you?”
Professor Ma, seeing Mao Sanyou’s suspicious behavior of possibly abducting a child, stood up indignantly, blocking the path between him and Jumeng, his eyes filled with vigilance.
Hou Jun is no good person; most of his students are not good people either! Professor Ma thought.
Mao Sanyou smiled at Professor Ma and said, “Professor, I didn’t mean to take her there. Isn’t there still a lot of items in the vacant classroom next door to our meeting room?”
“I heard other professors say that this little friend Liu is a descendant of a folk treasure appraisal family, so I wanted to invite her over to have a look together.”
Professor Ma’s expression softened slightly as he replied, “Haven’t we already seen those things next door before?”
Mao Sanyou scratched his head, smiling awkwardly as he said, “Professor, I’m just thinking that I shouldn’t miss out on any artifacts, right?”
“So I thought to invite this young lady to give us her perspective from their folk appraisal viewpoint.”
Professor Ma looked at Jumeng and gently asked, “Liu Xiao you, is that true?”
“…” Jumeng paused for a moment, then displayed a naive smile, nodding, “Uh-huh, that’s right, Grandpa Ma. Big brother said it this way.”
“Do you want to go see? Don’t be shy; just say what you think.” Professor Ma pressed.
Some people might think that children are just children and should listen to adults, but Professor Ma never believed that.
Children are people too; they may not be good at expressing themselves, but they have their own thoughts, likes, and dislikes. As mentally sound adults, we should listen to their opinions seriously.
“Um…” Jumeng pouted, looking at Professor Ma and then at Mao Sanyou, sighing, “I would love to help big brother, but I got up too early today and I’m a bit sleepy. I kind of want to go back to nap after a while.”
Even though Mao Sanyou claimed he had a lot of “pickles” in hand, which sounded quite tempting to Jumeng, she didn’t think it would be a good thing to let Professor Ma go with her.
What if Mao Sanyou had some bad intentions? In her current state, she wouldn’t be able to worry about Professor Ma’s safety while trying to escape.
Hearing Jumeng’s words, Professor Ma turned and glared at Mao Sanyou, seriously stating, “Did you hear that? Liu Xiao you said she’s sleepy now and wants to go back for a nap.”
Although it was still not even ten in the morning, it’s reasonable for kids who are still growing to want to sleep.
“Well…” Mao Sanyou took a deep look at Jumeng and then smiled, “It’s fine. Being a bit early or a bit late doesn’t matter. My master is unwell and has temporarily entrusted the work to me. I will probably be here for a while, so this little friend can come over whenever she has time.”
As he spoke, Mao Sanyou stepped aside. Jumeng gave him a meaningful glance before quickly climbing onto Professor Ma’s shoulder.
However, just as she settled comfortably on Professor Ma’s shoulder, she felt a faint spiritual energy fluctuation coming from behind her. Turning in surprise, she saw Mao Sanyou quietly handing her a small piece of paper.
Looking at the note Mao Sanyou passed her, Jumeng hesitated for a moment before taking it and tucking it away in her pocket before Professor Ma noticed.
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[Dear Jumang’s Power Heir, the King of Urban Legends in Peach Spring, Miss Jumeng, I know your current situation is very dangerous, and I would like to offer you whatever help I can. If you trust me, please meet me tonight at midnight in front of the College of Arts and Literature Old Building at Tangcheng University.
PS: I have already found most of the artifacts that seal urban legends. You can take them at any time if needed.]
Taking advantage of Professor Ma’s inattention, Jumeng read the content of the note from Mao Sanyou in secret, pocketed it discreetly, and then looked distantly at the busy Mao Sanyou, furrowing her brows.
Just who is this guy?
Not only does he know who I am, but he’s also secretly collecting those pickle jars…
While Jumeng was pondering, Mao Sanyou seemed to notice her gaze, turned around, and gave her a smile filled with goodwill.
Seeing Mao Sanyou’s smile, Jumeng hurriedly shrank her head back, hiding behind Professor Ma, and a moment later peeked out with her big eyes, secretly observing Mao Sanyou as if she were a child caught doing something wrong.
This guy is suspicious! Helping is one thing, but why make it so mysterious?
Why would a serious person meet at such a time as midnight?
I need to have Luxianbei thoroughly investigate his background. Otherwise, with this hidden danger, I won’t feel at ease! Jumeng thought.
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“…In short, that junior is that kind of really handsome and sunny boy! It seems he has never dated a girl and is particularly pure and kind; he probably doesn’t even know about spiritual ability users.”
Luxianbei, “…”
I™ asked you to describe what the junior looks like, why are you saying so much nonsense?
Do I not know that I’m sunny and handsome, pure and kind?
After muttering to herself, Luxianbei sighed silently and said earnestly, “Then you can rest assured, the little kid you mentioned, I saw him leave the mall with the crowd when the chaos began.”
“I can guarantee this with Zhang Hainan’s personality!”
Upon hearing Luxianbei say this, Fu Xinyi reacted, realizing that the bystanders in the cinema hall had disappeared at some point, except for…
Those unfortunate guys who had been used as a shield by Solang Pema.
“In that case…” a determined look flashed in Fu Xinyi’s eyes as she turned to the cinema hall’s window and said seriously, “Then let’s leave first, Senior!”
Although she didn’t know why a girl would use the Chief Priest’s personality as a guarantee instead of her own, but how profound and unfathomable the Chief Priest is!
A spiritual ability user of his level is like a high-level urban legend; anyone who calls his name would feel his response. If someone really were to impersonate him, he would definitely not stand by and do nothing, so what this senior said should be true, Fu Xinyi thought.
Luxianbei crouched on Fu Xinyi’s back and felt relieved as she finally moved towards the mall’s exit.
Just as Fu Xinyi leaped up, using the methods from the familiar “Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration” to fly out of the cinema hall window, Luxianbei turned back, taking a deep look at Solang Pema.
Although he had spared his life this time, and he benefited greatly from it since his life still has some use, but next time…
Thinking of this, she glanced at Miss Rabbit, and as the surrounding scenery changed, she slowly closed her eyes.
While trapping Miss Rabbit in her psychological shadow, she had already tested her newly acquired skill.
The seductive ability, combined with the dream-inviting skill borrowed from Meng Meng, can’t be described as useful; it’s just a perfect match!
By first immersing the target in a seductive state, and then pulling them into a dream, it can create a state similar to a dream within a dream.
Earlier, when Miss Rabbit was tormented in the deep layer of her dream, her will became weak, Luxianbei was able to make Miss Rabbit dream of her past experiences in a shallow layer, revealing many things she wanted to know.
It was precisely because of this that she decided to spare Solang Pema this time instead of risking her life to bring them down together.
Keeping his life might allow her to learn the whereabouts of other murderers through similar means next time! Luxianbei thought.
And now, through Miss Rabbit’s dream, she had already discovered what those assassins targeting Jumeng were really like, and even many surprises that astonished her.
For example, the methods to go to the Solar Eclipse Society’s number 4 stronghold, the Great Melting Pot, or number 2 stronghold, the Gray Forest Cabin.
For example, those gathered in Peach Source this time were spiritual ability users and urban legends from the Solar Eclipse Society, Miracle Cult, and various black and gray powers, who superficially appeared to be invited by Crow Slave but were actually guided by a mysterious person of unknown origin, here to compete for the power of Qunyang.
Moreover, Miss Rabbit, in order to take revenge for the stolen Witch’s Egg, risked her life to max out her fire resistance…
“Poof—!”
Just thinking about Miss Rabbit’s sacrifice to adapt to the version change while she updated to a completely new version she had never experienced before made Luxianbei want to laugh, but as she opened her mouth, a cloud of black bl**d mixed with internal organ fragments spewed out between her thin lips.
Feeling a warm dampness on her shoulder and hearing a voice from the girl above that sounded half-laughing and half-sneezing, Fu Xinyi paused momentarily and asked in confusion, “Senior, are you okay?”
“Cough cough cough, it’s nothing, I just thought of something funny,” Luxianbei said, her breath weak.
“Funny?” Fu Xinyi tilted her head.
“I just thought that the standards of Dachunyang Palace really get worse with each generation; look at that subpar sword, it seems that Zhang Hainan isn’t doing too well either!” Luxianbei said.
“…” Fu Xinyi opened her mouth but said nothing, her eyes turning thoughtful.
This senior is bad-mouthing the Chief Priest again, it feels just like Senior Sister Huasang bullying me; it seems she really is the Senior Sister of the Chief Priest.
But…
Senior Sister, bullying junior brothers and sisters, could this be a traditional art of our Dachunyang Palace? I’ve never heard of this before! Fu Xinyi wondered.
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Meanwhile, a thousand miles away at Zhenwu Mountain, in front of the stone gate of the back mountain’s forbidden area.
The back mountain’s forbidden area is where the Chief Priest and the elders of Dachunyang Palace go into seclusion, and usually, outsiders are not allowed to approach. But today, a girl appeared here.
A girl with a rope securing her robes and a grass root in her mouth.
That girl was Huasang.
Although Huasang was just an ordinary disciple, she was an exception and could freely come and go in this place.
The reason was simple; she had struck up a relationship with the Chief Priest and, at his command, sneaks food to him while he is in seclusion.
Food is vital to people. Although the Chief Priest has already stopped eating grains, being confined in a stone cave without food or water is still psychologically difficult to bear.
However, bringing delicious food during seclusion would damage the Chief Priest’s demeanor and authority.
If a certain elder happened to see the Chief Priest chewing on chicken legs and drinking wine while being summoned on matters, reeking of alcohol and greasy food, that would be terrible!
So, he could only find a girl like Huasang, who doesn’t play by the rules, to help him with some unsightly tasks.
However, today, Huasang followed her usual routine, stealing a roasted chicken and a pot of yellow wine from the kitchen to deliver to the Chief Priest, but when she called out at the door for a long time, there was no response.
Growing tired of waiting, she simply sat cross-legged in front of the stone door, unwrapped the lotus leaves wrapping the roasted chicken, and opened the wine gourd to enjoy herself in place of the Chief Priest.
At that moment, the stone door suddenly opened a crack, and a sneaky hand shot out, swiftly snatching the roasted chicken from the ground and the chicken leg from Huasang’s mouth.
Huasang bit into nothing; her pearly teeth clashed painfully, and she couldn’t help but complain, “Old man, are you there? If you’re there, say something! Making me wait like this, tsk, what a coward!”
“How could I dare!” Behind the door, Zhang Hainan murmured, “Today I felt someone repeatedly calling my name, casually threw a divination, and unexpectedly found it related to that individual… It seems that individual is coming soon.”
Huasang, “…”
Is it really that powerful?
How could even the Chief Priest be scared like this?
She thought, her peripheral vision unconsciously drifting to the cast-iron ruler at her waist.
“By the way, apprentice!”
“Your disciple is here!”
“Go back and tell Elder He that I won’t be out of seclusion for half a month; I’ll stay in for another three years.”
Huasang, “…”
