Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Listening to old dog Bai speak, Qu Lang felt a strange toothache.
It should be said that demon kings and the like were not kind at heart. Perhaps it was because Bai Ju’s behavior was too innocent that Qu Lang had the illusion that this old dog would not do anything cruel.
Bai Ju did not continue on this topic. After all, before actually meeting the other party, Bai Ju could not be sure how big the other party’s appetite was or how strong he was.
Something that cowered in the back, no matter how strong, should not be stronger than him. Bai Ju thought and did not elaborate.
Qu Lang consciously went to wash the dishes and came out of the kitchen after wiping his hands: “I’m going to the eastern bay. The island has agreed to clear out some cargo ships to be used as evacuation vessels.”
Xiao Yao nodded: “Okay, go ahead.”
He paused for a moment, then remembered something: “Speaking of which, has Shao Simiao gone back yet?”
Qu Lang stretched: “His flight was late last night, a bit delayed. He returned to the capital this morning and should have arrived by now.”
“Hmm.” Xiao Yao’s eyelids twitched. “I think there might be a problem. Keep an eye on Shao Simiao’s condition; I’m worried he’s being targeted.”
Qu Lang nodded. “Okay, anyway, I left some talismans on him before. If those talismans don’t react, he should be safe.”
“As long as you know what you’re doing.” Xiao Yao didn’t want to say more, so he waved his hand to see him out the door, and then returned to the living room. There he saw Bai Ju sitting cross-legged on the sofa, head down, fiddling with something.
“Brother Bai, what are you doing?” Xiao Yao walked to the sofa and sat down, resting his chin on Bai Ju’s shoulder with a hint of weariness, looking down. “Hmm… what is this?”
Bai Ju’s fingers flew, and a small, round, white thing quickly took shape in his hand: “Something to make you feel good.”
Not thinking there was anything wrong with his lines at all, Bai Ju explained as he sat down: “You used your Illusionary Star Disc for several hours today. Even if your spiritual energy consumption wasn’t high, your stamina will still be a little depleted… If we really have to fight, we’ll basically be splitting up, and I’m worried about that.”
Xiao Yao glanced at Bai Ju’s handsome chin with a troubled expression: “…How can it make me feel comfortable?”
Bai Ju’s ears itched slightly, tickled by Xiao Yao’s breath; so he tugged uncomfortably at his earlobe, but his expression remained focused as he continued weaving the slightly shimmering, milky-white threads, inching them little by little into the small sphere.
“Hmm… how should I put it, this thing is my spiritual energy thread.” Bai Ju touched his forehead with his finger, pulled, and then pulled out another thread to weave, the scene slightly eerie. “The wear and tear isn’t significant, but the strength is quite high. I’ve removed all the consciousness from it; it’s just pure spiritual energy, anyone can use it. In a moment, I’ll place it into your sea of consciousness, and it will open up on its own, like a fishing net wrapping around your consciousness, absorbing some of the impact for you.”
Xiao Yao blinked, trying not to think about anything else. He poked the small round ball in Bai Ju’s hand with his finger. It was cool, smooth, and bouncy, like jelly.
It was hard to imagine how the silk threads were twisted into this thing.
Xiao Yao stared intently at Bai Ju’s nimble fingers, all ten fingers moving rapidly, the silk threads intertwining at their fingertips. Before he could even see how Bai Ju was doing it, they had already formed a continuous thread.
Seeing Xiao Yao so engrossed, Bai Ju shrugged and nudged Xiao Yao’s chin: “Stop watching, you’ll get tired.”
Xiao Yao was already a little sleepy, so he simply closed his eyes: “Will taking out so much affect you?”
Bai Ju picked up one end of a thread and changed the weaving method: “Don’t worry, it won’t have any effect. My spiritual core is very stable. It’s just a little loss of spiritual energy, which will recover in a couple of days. If your sea of consciousness is receptive enough to me, you will eventually be able to absorb all of this spiritual energy.”
Xiao Yao raised his eyelids and frowned: “Are you giving me your mental energy as a supplement?”
Before Bai Ju mentioned it, he thought it was just a mental energy barrier. If it were just a barrier, the sorcerer world had many ways to create one, but the hard requirement was that the protector’s mental strength should be several times higher than the protected person’s, and such a barrier couldn’t be absorbed. Mental energy was a very unique thing; it was incompatible between people. Even if some could be absorbed, there would be a lot of loss.
Bai Ju removed the consciousness from the mental energy to prevent Xiao Yao from being influenced by his consciousness, which was a standard operation. But obviously, this old dog removed all the attributes and other personal characteristics from the mental energy… So the mental energy in his hands became no different from a spiritual medicine for nourishing mental energy.
If this was discovered, Bai Ju would definitely be targeted.
He was like a living extractor. He had seen people with high compatibility with others, but he had never seen someone like Bai Ju who could purely extract a certain power.
Keeping Bai Ju was equivalent to keeping a large area of spiritual medicine.
As long as Bai Ju came into contact with and controlled a power, he could probably extract pure energy from it.
“Brother Bai,” Xiao Yao straightened up, no longer resting his chin on Bai Ju’s shoulder, his expression serious, “Where did you learn this skill? Do you know you’ll be targeted like this?”
Bai Ju paused in his actions, turning his head away expressionlessly.
His dark, deep eyes stared directly into Xiao Yao’s, then Bai Ju leaned closer to him with an inscrutable expression, puckered his lips and kissed Xiao Yao, a smirk playing on his lips: “Hmm, I know.”
Xiao Yao: “…”
It was rare for him to be so serious, and the kiss instantly dispelled his anger.
Bai Ju raised his hand and pressed Xiao Yao’s head back onto his shoulder: “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m not stupid. This is to refine things for you, I’m usually too lazy to bother with this.”
Xiao Yao twisted his neck and sighed: “You still haven’t told me how you learned it.”
Bai Ju smacked his lips, thinking back and forth: “I don’t know how I learned it… Don’t overthink it, I didn’t learn it after that incident. If I hadn’t had this skill before that, I would be dead already.”
Xiao Yao pondered Bai Ju’s words for a moment, and a general idea began to form in his mind.
Old Bai had been suddenly invaded by a force that wasn’t his own, a force more than ten times stronger than himself. If he hadn’t been able to separate and isolate the invader, Old Bai would likely have been destroyed, avoiding the torment and suppression of the past thousand years, and losing his current strength.
Xiao Yao rubbed the dog’s head, thinking he should be grateful that the old dog had learned so many strange and wonderful things from somewhere; otherwise, where would he have found such a treasure?
Just then, he felt a slight coolness on his forehead. Xiao Yao saw Bai Ju holding a small, formed white ball and trying to place it between his eyebrows.
Bai Ju tentatively pressed it a couple of times, found the right spot, and said, “Yao Yao, relax, let me put it in.”
Xiao Yao blinked.
His old dog was holding a vibrating egg-like thing and telling him to relax and let him put it in. But his face was completely innocent.
….
Xiao Yao closed his eyes in despair: “Fine, put it in.”
His mind was racing at 180 km/h every day, but Old Dog Bai, with all the features of a supercar, had turned it into a toddler’s first steps.
The touch between his eyebrows was cool, gradually becoming a little swollen.
It felt like something sharp was pressing against his brow, making him feel swollen and a little sore, and Xiao Yao felt like his scalp was about to explode— he didn’t know if this counted as a failed attempt to relax, and what if it couldn’t be put in? Wouldn’t Old Dog Bai’s efforts have been wasted?
Just as Xiao Yao was getting worried, he felt the thing pressing against his brow turn into Old Dog Bai’s warm fingertips.
The soft fingertips gently massaged his brow, and Bai Ju asked in a low voice, “How is it? Does it feel uncomfortable?”
Xiao Yao’s eyelashes fluttered: “It’s in now?”
“Yes, very smoothly.” Bai Ju chuckled, massaging it for him, and praised, “Yao Yao is very good, he didn’t reject it.”
Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes to adjust.
The feeling of having something in his head wasn’t unpleasant; it was more like eating a sweet mint candy. At first, you didn’t notice it, but after a while, the refreshing taste shot straight to the top of your head.
Shaking his head, Xiao Yao felt all his weariness vanish, his mind becoming incredibly clear— the kind of clear-headedness that could keep him awake for ten nights straight.
Tapping his head, Xiao Yao thought aimlessly. If he hadn’t seen Old Dog Bai weaving his mental energy into a ball, he would have thought the old dog had implanted a chip in him, turning him into a tireless robot in no time.
Seeing him so energetic, Bai Ju couldn’t help but smile, leaning closer for a reward: “How about it? Am I amazing?”
Xiao Yao laughed, pinching Old Dog Bai’s cheek: “Amazing, my brother Bai is especially amazing.”
Bai Ju pointed to his own lips: “Come on, be more proactive.”
Then he received a loud kiss.
Bai Ju reached out and scooped Xiao Yao up, the two of them lying on the sofa, rolling around in each other’s arms, and in the blink of an eye, they were on the carpet under the sofa.
Xiao Yao, with a fleshy cushion beneath him, tried to lift his head to check if the old man had bumped his head, but Bai Ju pressed down on the back of his head, his soft lips pressing against Xiao Yao’s, giving him a playful smack.
Of course, a sofa’s height wouldn’t hurt this old monster.
Bai Ju chuckled and kissed Xiao Yao, pressing on his lower back, feeling sweet inside.
What good was pure spiritual power if Xiao Yao didn’t trust him enough? It wouldn’t have been able to penetrate at all; it would have been blocked by the spiritual barrier long ago. How could it be transferred so easily?
As dusk fell, a roar of air accompanied the appearance of an airplane not far from Turtle Valley Island. It was the first flight carrying the next batch of tourists to Turtle Valley Island.
The airport on Turtle Valley Island was built on a mountaintop plain, and the area itself wasn’t particularly large, so it could only accommodate small planes. The number of tourists arriving at the island wouldn’t be too large, which reduced the difficulty of Bai Ju and his team’s work.
Old Dog Bai transformed into his original form, shrinking his size to carry Xiao Yao, then concealed himself on the sea surface.
Looking towards the airport, Old Dog Bai’s nose twitched: “Sun Daiyang is on this plane; I didn’t smell any sorcerer’s scent, but we still need to be prepared.”
Xiao Yao nodded, flicked his finger, and a streak of light disappeared into the twilight, heading towards Qu Lang’s location.
“Qu Lang is with Jing Xia, I’ll tell him.” After sending the message, Xiao Yao patted Old Dog Bai’s neck, “Where to next?”
“Let’s go pick him up at the airport.” Old Dog Bai raised a paw, silently stepping through the air towards the airport.
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