Chapter 55: My Lord Can’t Cross the Pure Mold B
“Ta-ta-ta—!”
Footsteps came from behind, and Huasang paused, turning to see a girl in a red and white jacket catching up to her.
She frowned slightly and asked, “Miss Wang, is there something you need?”
“Uh…” Luxianbei hesitated for a moment and replied calmly, “Are you looking for Luxianbei? Why don’t we go together? A little extra help wouldn’t hurt!”
I can also keep an eye on you, to prevent you from backstabbing me when I can’t see you… Luxianbei added in her heart.
Huasang, “… ”
My master told me not to keep an eye on her, and she comes after me herself? What game is she playing?
Is she not Luxianbei, or is she the type that can’t feel at ease without being watched?
Nervous?
Huasang thought, pursing her lips and saying perfunctorily, “There’s no rush in finding Luxianbei. I have other matters to attend to first, so I won’t be accompanying you. That’s it, I’ll be leaving now, Miss Wang, feel free.”
After speaking, she cupped her hands towards Luxianbei and turned to leave.
Luxianbei watched Huasang’s retreating figure, squinting her eyes and pondering for a few seconds, a determined look flashing in her eyes.
The words were so perfunctory; I’d be crazy to believe you!
People’s hearts are hard to discern; for safety’s sake, I need to see for myself…
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A moment later.
Following behind Huasang, Luxianbei jogged a short distance and, noticing she was about thirty meters away from her, slowed down and gently pulled on the brim of her hat.
“Coat, conceal presence…”
As soon as the words fell, the coat slightly stirred, a faint crimson sheen flowing over its surface, immediately transforming the unknown spirit ability user who had imitated their target’s d*ath in Tangcheng into a D-level spirit ability user from the Special Action Team in Huacheng.
In a few breaths, the spirit energy fluctuation dropped to an imperceptible level.
Luxianbei looked around and, seeing no one, locked her gaze on the front where Huasang was, flickering a few times and disappearing from her spot.
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Huasang, concerned for her big brother’s safety, did not pay much attention to the suspected Luxianbei. After turning, she quickly walked toward the deeper part of the bus station and exited through the other side, heading straight to the nearby convenience store, unaware that someone was following her.
Behind her, Luxianbei was hiding around a street corner, peeking out with one eye and secretly observing.
Entering the convenience store?
Could that convenience store be one of Dachunyang Palace’s contacts in Shizhou City?
To keep things discreet, the Siye Society’s bases and contacts are frequently set up in odd locations; having one in a convenience store is relatively normal.
Luxianbei even heard An Qing complain that while attending a medical personnel exchange meeting for the Siye Society, she found a contact point in a KFC and nearly got mistaken for some strange promotional activity when passing the secret code to an operative disguised as a cashier, resulting in a highly awkward situation.
So, it’s not impossible that the contact point in Shizhou City is in the convenience store next to the bus terminal! Luxianbei thought.
But soon, she realized her assumption was incorrect.
Through the convenience store’s glass window, she vaguely saw Huasang entering, walking straight to the shelves, picking up a signature pen, paying at the checkout, and quickly leaving.
During the entire time, she had no verbal exchange with any staff in the convenience store.
“……”
Did I misinterpret?
She didn’t intend to invite anyone to catch me?
No, it’s not over yet!
From a distance, Luxianbei saw Huasang looking suspiciously around and then hastily walking toward the deserted small park by the street, her gaze fixated, and quickly followed after.
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Not long after Luxianbei left, at the bus station.
Sheim looked at the empty station, and after half an hour of waiting, he turned to Salih and asked, “Did you write that note for Miss Wang as I instructed?”
“…” Salih recalled briefly and confirmed, “Yes, word for word.”
“Good.” Sheim nodded in satisfaction, patting Salih’s shoulder and praising, “Well done!”
The note, combined with the look I gave her, she should understand my intention, Sheim thought.
“ hehe!” Salih smiled and scratched his head; while slightly turning, his gaze swept over Fang Ji who stood on the roadside.
He was quietly standing there, glancing around occasionally, his eyes holding a hint of expectation.
“Elder…” Salih called to Sheim, pointing at Fang Ji, then showing a smile.
Sheim followed his gesture and nodded.
Earlier on the bus, he vaguely heard that Miss Wang told Fang Ji something like “wait for me at the bus station door.”
Now that Fang Ji was still waiting, it seemed that Miss Wang was nearby, so it won’t hurt to wait a little longer!
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Meanwhile, about a kilometer away from the bus station, in a city park.
As Huasang entered the small park, the lush branches and leaves of early summer obscured the streetlights’ glow, darkening her surroundings.
After adapting to the darkness, Huasang scanned the area and spotted a statue surrounded by vegetation. She quickly walked over, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a specially made piece of paper.
It was a square piece of paper slightly larger than her palm, pure white and adorned with golden powder, embedded with some delicate golden patterns. At first glance, it seemed to depict a cluster of plum blossoms, and upon closer inspection, one could see that the golden powder was made up of tiny spell texts, connected by golden strands.
Normally, Dachunyang Palace disciples wouldn’t carry the special paper needed for the Qianye Paper Crane when going down the mountain to handle tasks.
However, since Fu Xinyi went missing after encountering danger in Tangcheng last time, Qing Xiazi had developed PTSD and prepared a “big gift bag” for each disciple, containing some protective talismans and the special paper for the Qianye Paper Crane.
Although Huasang usually did not carry the big gift bag.
That little pocket weighed a hefty 1028 grams; carrying it meant consuming extra energy with each meter walked, making it a burden.
In fact, if it weren’t for concerns about public decency and a sense of shame, Huasang often wished she wouldn’t bother wearing clothes; they also had weight and had to be washed if soiled.
But today, before going down the mountain, Qing Xiazi forcefully stuffed the big gift bag into her hands, much like a grandmother handing you snacks before you leave.
I didn’t expect it would come in handy now.
Holding the pristine little hand on the paper, Huasang pondered for a moment, slightly recalling her big brother’s birth date and time, then took out the recently purchased signature pen and wrote on the paper, “Huacheng Wu Yutang, Jia Shen year, Wu Chen month, Yi Mao month, Hai hour.”
After completing the writing, she infused some spirit energy, and the paper instantly radiated a soft golden glow.
Then, Huasang relaxed her grip, and the paper floated in mid-air, rustling as it folded itself, forming a paper crane in an instant. As Huasang softly said, “Go,” the paper crane flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
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Around a hundred meters outside the small park.
Luxianbei was concealed within the branches of a banyan tree, crouched on the thick trunk, using the dense leaves to hide her figure.
Waiting for a while without witnessing any activity from Huasang deep in the park, she was irritated by the buzzing mosquitoes that couldn’t find bl**d to s*ck.
Why is it so quiet?
Luxianbei scratched her head, planning to observe for another two minutes before leaving for the Unnight Street, when suddenly a small paper crane flew past her.
That is… Luxianbei paused, various peculiarities about Dachunyang Palace that Qing Ji had mentioned flashing through her mind, causing her expression to change.
Right, that seems to be the original form of the Qianye Cangxiao spoken of by the ancestor?
I remember it’s supposed to be used for delivering messages…
d*mn it, Turtle Girl really intended to report me!
Luxianbei thought fiercely, darting through the treetops to chase the paper crane, raising her hand to swing her sword, slicing the crane in half.
The paper shattered, the fixed spell on it gradually collapsing, accompanied by arcs of electricity, and the paper crane instantly turned into confetti, gently falling.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Luxianbei felt her swordsmanship was exceptionally accurate today, as if she had unlocked something; randomly swinging her sword, she struck that small paper crane perfectly.
It felt fantastic!
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Inside the small park.
Huasang sprawled across a park bench, resting with her eyes closed.
After sitting for nearly two hours on the bus, having confronted Luxianbei, walked a kilometer, and used a bit of spirit energy to release the Qianye Paper Crane, I am truly amazing!
Before the Qianye Paper Crane reaches my big brother, I need to rest for a bit.
However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the connection with the Qianye Paper Crane suddenly cut off less than a minute later.
Strange…
Was it an accident, or was it intercepted?
Should I try again?
She looked around and silently pulled out another specially made paper from her small pocket, meticulously wrote down her big brother’s birth date and time, and released the second Qianye Paper Crane.
As she watched the crane fly away, after two minutes, the subtle connection with the crane disappeared again!
“……”
Something’s off, very off!
The first loss of connection could be explained as an accident since there was a precedent of Qianye Paper Cranes being hunted by birds of prey, but two consecutive times were suspicious; there’s reason to suspect human interference!
Could it be… I was targeted right after I got off the bus?
Huasang pondered for a while, taking out her last piece of special paper, writing Wu Yutang’s birth date, and releasing the crane.
Then.
As the crane soared into the air, she swiftly stood up, focused on the paper crane, concealed her presence, and followed it out of the small park.
If I am indeed being targeted, then intercepting the paper crane is likely an attempt to prevent me from contacting my big brother.
Doesn’t this mean that by following the paper crane, I might find the person who intercepted it and those plotting against my brother?
Just as Huasang was thinking, a sudden “whoosh” of wind noise came from above, interrupting her thoughts.
Looking up, she saw a figure suddenly flying out from the dense crown of trees by the roadside, soaring through the air. Under the moonlight, that curvaceous silhouette paused for a moment like a magical girl transforming in mid-air, briefly crossing paths with the Qianye Paper Crane.
“HASAKI!”
“Zila!”
Accompanied by a flash of cold light, the sound of paper shattering became evident amidst a crackle of electricity, and the paper crane instantly exploded into confetti.
Following this, that figure landed smoothly, sheathing her sword cleanly, brushing a stray strand of hair and leaving behind a graceful silhouette amid the snow-white falling paper.
Then.
Under the moonlight, Huasang finally recognized the profile of that person and looked again at the scattered paper shreds, her eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
“L… Miss Wang? What are you doing?”
Did you think this was cool?
Upon hearing Huasang’s voice from behind, Luxianbei was momentarily stunned; she turned around to face Huasang, who had her arms crossed in front of her chest, and saw confusion written across her eyes.
In a daze, she seemed to see countless golden question marks flying from Huasang’s eyes, piercing her forehead.
Wait, you’re secretly reporting me, and yet you have the gall to give me question marks?
Luxianbei rolled her eyes, her expression deadpan as she said, “Miss, didn’t you say you weren’t in a hurry to find Luxianbei? What’s this all about?”
As she spoke, she squinted at Huasang, sending her a string of golden question marks aimed at her forehead.
Huasang tilted her head slightly, nonchalantly dodging the incoming question marks, and replied in annoyance, “These paper cranes are for contacting my big brother.”
“If you don’t believe me, look—there’s even his name and birth date on it…”
“By the way, you wouldn’t think I was using the paper cranes to track Luxianbei, right? I don’t even know his birth date, how could I track him?”
While speaking, she intentionally emphasized the name “Luxianbei.”
“……”
Big brother? The one about to be silenced by someone?
Thinking about it… that seems quite reasonable?
Luxianbei contemplated, picking up the paper shreds from the ground and examining them closely, she indeed found characters like “Wu Yu” and “Jia Shen.”
In life, one always goes through many mortifying moments.
At this moment, Luxianbei inexplicably felt a sense of, “I thought she liked me,” then failing to confess.
Holding the paper shreds, she looked back at Huasang, feeling her cheeks heat up slightly as she awkwardly muttered, “Uh, um, how about I compensate you for those paper cranes?”
“No need.” Huasang rolled her eyes, waving her hand, “After all, it’s nothing valuable; the materials can be easily bought. I’ll go buy a new batch and make them again later. You should just go do your thing.”
“I’m already really tired today; if I keep lingering on with you, I might just drop dead before I manage to contact my big brother!”
After all, with Zhang Huainan’s elder sister watching over you, can’t you manage on your own? Huasang added in her heart.
Luxianbei, “…”
I was wrong, I really was wrong; I should have believed in her from the start and properly investigated Hu Chuan at the Unnight Street.
If this gets out, won’t it turn into “Catastrophe stalking the beautiful girl from Dachunyang Palace at night, crazily beheading her bird with a single sword stroke?”
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At the same time, in front of the main entrance of the bus station.
Sheim noticed that Miss Wang had been gone for almost half an hour without returning or contacting them, and he became a bit anxious.
Furrowing his brows, he turned to Salih and asked, “Are you sure there was nothing wrong with that note?”
“…” Salih pondered for a few seconds and earnestly nodded, “I’m sure!”
After a pause, he added, “I’ve made it very clear in the note. It has the mark of the fragrance connected to the Miracle Flower that will bloom, along with our contact information. She should definitely contact us if she is indeed the Holy Son or close to the Holy Son after seeing it.”
“Moreover, didn’t you give her a knowing look? The meaning of that gaze was very clear; she should be able to understand, right?”
“Hmm…” Sheim lightly responded, contemplating for a moment before looking at Fang Ji not far away, “Forget it; I’ll go ask that guy. Maybe he knows when Miss Wang will return.”
As he spoke, he stepped towards Fang Ji; just a few steps out, he suddenly stopped, quickly retreating.
He sensed a “stench.”
It was the complete opposite of the fragrance of the Miracle Flower, symbolizing disaster and misfortune.
His body instinctively sensed discomfort from the strong odor that was suffocating.
It’s hard to imagine how someone carrying that kind of overwhelmingly intense misfortune could have lived to their teenage or adult years.
Seeing Sheim walk a few steps forward and then retreat, Salih asked in confusion, “Elder, why did you come back?”
“Hmm…” Sheim nodded towards Fang Ji’s direction, lowering his voice, “That guy is indeed a fake; he’s about to face significant misfortune.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a streetlight above Fang Ji’s head suddenly flickered a few times, accompanied by a jaw-clenching, metallic distortion sound and the sparks of fire, as the light arm actually broke off and fell straight to the ground.
“Watch out above!” Salih instinctively exclaimed, raising his hand to go forward, but Sheim pulled him back and quickly covered his mouth.
Hearing the noise, Fang Ji froze for a moment, then looked up, his pupils suddenly constricting as he instinctively lunged forward, just as a “bang!” echoed behind him.
The light arm crashed down, glass shards mingled with stones flying everywhere, and hard metal twisted and deformed, embedding itself into the ground.
Startled, Fang Ji scrambled up from the ground, barely stabilizing himself when he was enveloped by a strong light, and the shrill sound of a siren assaulted his ears.
A sports car raced swiftly from a distance.
“Bang—!”
A muted roar sounded as a figure flew in the air, drawing an arc before colliding with the road sign, accompanied by a “zzz” sound of skin meeting metal, sliding slowly down.
At that moment, a small delivery truck loaded with vegetables happened to pass by, and Fang Ji dove headfirst into a mound of produce, completely burying himself inside, and then…
He was whisked away by the small truck, disappearing into the distance.
The whole process felt reminiscent of a 3D pinball game.
Once the small truck, displaying the sign “Unnight Street Night Market Delivery,” and Fang Ji disappeared from view, Sheim finally released his grip on Salih’s mouth and said sternly, “Look at the good deed you’ve done; that kid probably lost half his life.”
Upon hearing this, Salih snapped back to reality from his shock, trembling as he stammered, “Elder, this… what is happening…?”
Sheim shook his head with a silent sigh, “When someone encounters misfortune, others attempting to interfere can hardly change the result and may even invite misfortune upon themselves!”
“Just like earlier; although that kid avoided being injured by the falling light arm due to your warning, the misfortune didn’t end there. If you had gone to help him, you would likely end up being knocked away with him.”
“…” Salih fell silent for a few seconds and asked perplexedly, “Can’t the Miracle Flower create miracles and save him?”
Sheim shot Salih a sidelong glance and said seriously, “My Lord can’t cross the Pure Mold B!”
(There’s something to attend to tonight, so I’m updating ahead of time~)
