Chapter 47: It’s You, Initial Spring Breeze Spell!
“Miss, are you really not planning to come sit with me? A brave choice could perhaps change your life!”
An Qing gently smiled at Du Sixian, her eyes carrying an emotion that was hard to define as either teasing or provoking.
“……” Du Sixian looked at An Qing, who had already stood up, biting her lip and shaking her head firmly.
From the moment An Qing sat down beside her, she vaguely sensed an unusual aura coming from An Qing.
That aura reminded her of the near-d*ath patients she passed by when she left the hospital.
Although An Qing appeared glamorous, full of vitality, and was a very cool big sister, the energy she exuded always made Du Sixian feel as if she was standing before a corpse.
“Sigh—!” An Qing sighed, smiling wryly, “Recruiting new members seems to never be a simple matter! People always mistake me for a scammer.”
Naturally awakened spiritual ability users immediately receiving information outside of their knowledge blind spots would inevitably be frightened and become distrustful of strangers.
An Qing understood why Du Sixian rejected her; forcibly binding her to the Siye Society and checking her qualifications and health would only backfire.
However, as Mr. Lu Xun said, the nature of the people in Z Country is always to seek harmony and compromise. For example, if you say the room is too dark and propose to open a window, everyone will certainly disagree. But if you advocate tearing off the roof, they would come to a compromise and agree to open a window.
Du Sixian had already exhibited spiritual energy fluctuations and would sooner or later encounter urban legend events; at that time, if she sought help by herself, extending the invitation to join the Siye Society would go much more smoothly.
As An Qing thought this, she reached into her white coat, pulled out a lady’s cigarette from the left pocket of her jacket, lit it, and then from the right pocket produced something, looking around as if afraid of being seen, quickly stuffing it into Du Sixian’s hand.
“Here, take this, hold onto it well, don’t lose it.”
Du Sixian looked down at the business card printed with a silver owl symbol in her hand, and with a puzzled expression, she looked towards An Qing.
“It has my contact information and address on it,” An Qing explained with a smile, “Recently, you might gradually start seeing some strange things. If it becomes unbearable or you encounter any danger, you can contact me anytime; as long as it’s within Huacheng, I’ll arrive within twenty minutes.”
Du Sixian was taken aback, then gently inflated her cheeks, lowering her head to carefully examine the item An Qing had given her.
It was a pitch-black business card, with a great texture that didn’t seem like an ordinary cardstock but like some kind of hardened leather. It emitted a bizarre aura, almost like an illusion.
On the front of the card, in gold lettering, were An Qing’s name and phone number, while the back featured a silver owl.
A business card that only had a name and contact information but did not specify an address or organization exuded a mysterious air of secrecy.
Who exactly is she? Du Sixian thought, lifting her gaze towards An Qing, only to discover she had already departed, her silhouette fading into the ink-like old street.
She strode gracefully into the autumn wind, akin to a wandering heroine, arriving in haste and departing just as quickly, leaving no trace behind, her figure vanishing.
“What a mysterious feeling…” Du Sixian muttered to herself, “It seems she is indeed someone with mysterious powers; I wonder, compared to a high person, who is stronger?”
It should be that the high person is a bit stronger, right?
After all, she is someone who can lead me out from being surrounded by hundreds of urban legends!
Sigh—! High person, where are you now?
……
Lu Xianbei sat in the classroom, in the Science and Liberal Arts Building, his eyelids heavy, his head nodding. In front of him lay a notebook with haphazard scrawls on a page, all unrelated to the course content.
The content was as follows:
[Yun Meng: Royal Academy of Ballet Professional Level One, proficient in Jazz Dance. (No use to me.)
Brazilian Warrior God: Can play soccer, and well. (But others won’t play with me; I remember this grudge!)
Pharaoh: A rich kid who avoids his adolescent psychological shadows by chasing girls. (Simply put, can’t do anything besides show off? I think that won’t do.)
Liangyue: An excellent student from the History Department of Teacher Training University; unexpectedly a treasure girl!
(Not only does she have overlapping knowledge with me, but she also collected some special defensive talisman crafting recipes from ancient texts.
Although she has never succeeded in crafting them, they look promising; perhaps I can buy some materials to try.)
……]
The professor teaching the afternoon class was a middle-aged woman with heavy dark circles under her eyes, lacking the eccentric interest of Professor Ma, who would often deduct grades. She spoke slowly and softly, almost putting one to sleep.
While Lu Xianbei listened absentmindedly to the class, he organized the knowledge obtained from the core of the urban legend, and before half the time had passed, he almost fell asleep, his signing pen scrawling words on the notebook that rivaled certain performance art “calligraphy” masters.
Then…
He suddenly woke up.
For some reason, his eyes felt fiery, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
A tangible chill crawled up from his heels to the back of his head, dancing on his shoulders, finally landing on his eyebrows and shooting up to the top of his head.
That gaze that had been observing him in secret reappeared.
It swept past without lingering, yet brought him an immense sense of crisis.
Unlike last night’s lewd spying, this time that gaze seemed to carry a heavy resentment, like a spoiled girl throwing a tantrum.
The awakened Lu Xianbei looked expressionlessly out at the afternoon sunlight through the window, his brows furrowed as if in thought.
Although he still didn’t sense any malice, the one spying in the dark was clearly a bit angry now.
That is not a good omen.
A person who might possess great power causing a tantrum would probably not be easier to deal with than being attacked by Mr. Rabbit.
What should I do about this?
My current identity is just that of a black household; seeking help from the Siye Society is a last resort.
I can’t explain why I’m being targeted by such a strange and powerful existence; I might end up implicating myself too.
How about… try out Liangyue’s items first? If that doesn’t work, then seek help from the Siye Society. Lu Xianbei thought, even though it might not necessarily work, it’s better than doing nothing and waiting for doom to arrive, right?
With that thought, Lu Xianbei buried his head in his notebook and began writing quickly, soon listing three relatively simple formulas.
Yonglu Talisman, ingredients: five grams of gold…
Uh, will this cost too much? Liangyue can’t succeed, and I might not be able to either.
If it fails, I’d be wasting five grams of gold; that’s too… no, absolutely not!
Poverty limits Lu Xianbei’s mobility.
Doubting Talisman… this one sounds dangerous; if it doesn’t serve as a means of defense, I might accidentally harm myself first. Lu Xianbei thought timidly.
How about trying this? The materials needed are only peach wood, cinnabar, and a carving kn*fe; it should be available for about a hundred on Taobao.
Lu Xianbei stared at the formulas he had listed, weighing the cost and danger factor for a moment, then eliminated two options and locked onto the final target.
“Material is cheap, and sounds not too dangerous… It’s decided, Initial Spring Breeze Spell!” Lu Xianbei muttered to himself.
