Chapter 51: Can You Smile a Bit?
After Fang Ji got on the bus, he quickly made the atmosphere inside the vehicle tense to the extreme with a few words. It felt like something was brewing in the air, and with just a slight spark, it could trigger a violent explosion.
Huasang looked at Luxianbei with piercing eyes and silently activated her spiritual awareness.
The spirit energy fluctuations were around B-level, just like before, and the aura was completely unfamiliar.
But why did this girl, who just got on the bus, say that she had a similar aura to Luxianbei?
Could it be that the aura the girl referred to was not the aura of spirit energy fluctuations, but rather a unique aura of some sort?
Huasang thought to herself, slightly parted her lips, seemingly preparing to say something.
At that moment, the bus driver glanced at them through the rearview mirror, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face as he loudly reminded, “Hey, passenger! You got on the bus, so don’t just stand there!”
“There are a lot of mountain roads ahead, hurry up and find a seat, or you might fall later!”
Upon hearing this, Fang Ji was momentarily stunned, quickly bowing his head in apology to the driver, repeatedly saying, “Sorry, sorry!”
As he spoke, he hurriedly walked over and sat down in the seat behind Luxianbei and Huasang.
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Luxianbei glanced at Fang Ji behind her and then at Huasang, who had not shifted her gaze for a moment, and fell into contemplation.
“…”
From the fact that Huasang was sent to keep an eye on her, she might not be the most talented disciple of Dachunyang Palace, but she was likely more trusted than Fu Xinyi.
If her secret about becoming an urban legend were to be exposed to her, there would be no reason for her to keep it hidden, and it would inevitably reach the Black Emperor.
At that time, if the Black Emperor intervened, not only would it be unlikely for her to obtain the fragments of Ling Tai Purification, but even sitting at the entrance of Zhen Ting Hall would be the best outcome for her.
Although Luxianbei felt that serving as a doorman for Dachunyang Palace was somewhat shameful, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. By doing so, she could cozy up to the Black Emperor and live an easy life.
However, considering that she might never have the chance to free her father’s soul imprisoned by the Solar Eclipse Society again, and that if Jiang Li wanted to see her in the future, she would still have to buy a ticket, she couldn’t accept that.
Did she really have to act again?
However, the reason she had been able to deceive Fu Xinyi before was primarily because she had been mistaken for a senior of Dachunyang Palace when using the Taihe Gentleman Sword against Solang Pema and Miss Rabbit.
Huasang not only seemed to be smarter than Fu Xinyi but also had no other factors influencing her judgment. Could a fabricated story really pass muster? Luxianbei thought with a headache.
Against Huasang, she couldn’t directly use her charm ability or [Royal Authority] as she would with those spiritual ability users and urban legends who had grievances against her, influencing their minds and then stuffing them with an alchemical bomb once her objectives were achieved.
It was quite a dilemma!
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Meanwhile.
Noticing the odd atmosphere on the bus, Salih and Sheim began to whisper to each other.
Salih, with his neck craned, quietly inquired, “Elder, what’s going on? Why did the pseudo-saint mention Luxianbei’s name, and all three of them suddenly acted out of sorts?”
“A saint is a saint, and a fake is a fake! Where did this pseudo-saint come from?” Sheim corrected in a low voice.
As he spoke, he glanced at the three by the door and continued, “In my opinion, Luxianbei must have some entanglement with those three.”
“And the aura that the fake spoke of is certainly not the aura of spirit energy fluctuations; otherwise, that girl tracking the saint would have noticed something abnormal by now.”
Hearing this, Salih seemed to suddenly come to a realization, his eyes brightening. “Elder, I understand! Could it be that the aura the pseudo-saint mentioned is the fragrance of the Miracle Flower?”
“…”
At that moment, Sheim did not immediately connect Fang Ji’s mentioned aura with the fragrance of the Miracle Flower. After hearing Salih say this, he pondered for a few seconds before nodding, “That’s very possible!”
“So what should we do next?” Salih inquired quietly.
“Hmm…” Sheim thought for a moment, looking towards Luxianbei, and spoke seriously, “Secretly assist her!”
After a pause, he added, “It’s best to make her feel our goodwill and win her favor, so that after we get off the bus, we can have further contact with her and confirm her relationship with the saint.”
Upon hearing this, Salih nodded seriously, “Understood!”
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Two minutes later.
After Fang Ji settled down, cautiously observing the bus driver for a moment and confirming that the man would no longer scold him, he finally spoke, breaking the uneasy tension in the vehicle that had been building for a long time.
He reached out and gently tapped Luxianbei on the shoulder. “Sister, you still haven’t answered my earlier question!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Huasang turned to look at Luxianbei as well, slightly nodding, “Yeah, I also want to know why you have an aura similar to Luxianbei’s.”
“If it’s convenient, could you explain?”
Although I have my own criteria for judgment, and no matter how you explain, I won’t fully believe you, I still want to hear your excuse first… Huasang added silently in her heart.
“I…” Luxianbei opened her mouth, then took a deep breath, covering her face with her hands, and spoke in a heavy and pained tone, “Why? Why do you all keep mentioning his name?”
As soon as she spoke, within just a few seconds, her mood shifted from the pain of having her scars exposed to the turmoil of her past crashing painfully within her heart.
Two streams of luminous tears slowly slid down through the gaps between her fingers.
“Wuwuwu—! Do you have any idea, with every mention of his name, I feel like there’s a sharp kn*fe stabbing into my chest, bleeding profusely, do you know that?”
“You want to know why there’s a similar aura? Alright, I’ll tell you! My name is Wang Buliu, and I met Luxianbei when we were about five years old…”
As Luxianbei spoke, she recalled that segment related to Nanling Yaohua that the God Realm Prototype had conjured, inserted herself into it, and mixed in some details, weaving a bittersweet tale of her youth.
“Isn’t it normal to be influenced by someone I’ve spent so many years with? But then he changed
