Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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The mystical arts world of China had a long history, with countless schools and styles of mystic arts; compared to this long history, the establishment years of China’s Sorcerer Association, Demon Management Bureau, and Special Operations Bureau were really insignificant; therefore, although there were records of previous mystical cases, there were not many truly detailed and uniformly recorded mystical histories, let alone any clues to be identified from them.
“Aunt Deng from the capital told me that you are not a simple mountain god.” Xiao Yao sat on Bai Ju’s shoulders, letting the dog carry him along the mountain path towards Haiyin Castle, “But they didn’t say much else, and I guess they don’t have much information either; in other words, there are very few clues about you that can be found in those records… If the other party is mainly after you, then the Sorcerer Association will definitely require you to find the parts related to yourself in the records, and then your clues will be exposed along with the clues about the evil god, I don’t recommend doing that.”
“Evil gods are both obvious and hidden; countless wild gods lurk in every corner of China, a chaotic mix, making them extremely difficult to track down.” Xiao Yao sighed, stroking Bai Ju’s neck. “Brother Bai, do you have a better idea?”
Bai Ju twitched his ears and let out a low growl, his deep voice carrying a hint of comfort in Xiao Yao’s mind: “Don’t worry, although I don’t have any clues right now, things will work themselves out; sometimes asking demons and monsters is more reliable than asking the sect.”
“The power required for an evil god to take shape is immense. Some evil gods are impatient, focusing on consuming power within their own family or region, which leads to many major events. They are often discovered and destroyed by sorcerers before they can fully form. Those with more patience, who know when to stop and bide their time, need a considerable amount of time to take shape.”
Clearly, Bai Ju and his group have encountered the latter. Although clues were hard to find, once the timeline was extended, something unusual would always emerge. Therefore, Bai Ju was not too worried.
Bai Ju’s voice was calm and composed, and Xiao Yao nodded silently, feeling slightly more at ease.
“Let’s work on both fronts… We shouldn’t waste our connections in the human sorcerer world. I’ll try my best to gather information without exposing you, Brother Bai. Qu Lang will also help.” Xiao Yao pinched Bai Ju’s wiggling ears. “Brother Bai, just try to find clues in the demon realm. If you need any magical artifacts or other assistance, just tell me.”
Bai Ju tilted his head and let out a low laugh: “Okay.”
Actually, he felt that his Yao Yao was too nervous. As a demon king, although he didn’t manage many affairs and usually only dealt with miscellaneous prayers, it didn’t mean he lacked connections, coordination skills, or leadership.
Xiao Yao was used to being the director of the Demon Management Bureau, and whenever something happened, he would unconsciously take the lead and stand in command to arrange the overall situation. This was also a way for Xiao Yao to seek a sense of security— he rarely entrusted others.
Only by doing things personally could he gain a sense of security, which Bai Ju didn’t think was good; to put it bluntly, it was Xiao Yao’s personality … “He’s too independent.”
Such an independent personality was a good thing for a leader, but in Old Dog Bai’s eyes, it just adds a touch of pitifulness, making him incredibly endearing.
He needs to slowly let Xiao Yao know that he can rely on him… just like Xiao Yao can now accept without hesitation that he doesn’t need to wear glasses when he’s with Bai Ju.
But right now… he was not in a hurry. Bai Ju looked up at the moon in the sky. At least he didn’t mind accepting Xiao Yao’s arrangements and would become Xiao Yao’s best teammate… in this way, subtly, he could slowly let Xiao Yao know what it felt like to rely on him.
“Brother Bai, what are you thinking about?” Xiao Yao pondered for a while, then came back to his senses and asked when he saw that Bai Ju hadn’t said anything for a long time.
Bai Ju thought for a moment and said, half-jokingly, “I was thinking about when you’d be able to act all cute and clingy with me every day, the kind where I have to feed you every bite.”
As if he had already imagined that scene, Bai Ju smiled somewhat happily: “It sounds pretty good. I’d quite like to raise a Yao Yao who doesn’t have to lift a finger.”
Xiao Yao: “…”
Xiao Yao imagined the scene Bai Ju described and blushed with embarrassment. He felt he couldn’t accept it: “If I were really that lazy, I would despise myself.”
Bai Ju said smugly: “That’s different. Being too lazy to do something is different from being willing to work but just wanting to boss people around… I really want you to boss me around, feed me a bite of food and give me a kiss.”
Xiao Yao: “…” Okay, this has turned into a game of lovemaking. Why not just feed him a bite and then have sex with him?
Not daring to upgrade his “benefits” yet, Xiao Yao patted the dog’s head sympathetically.
His partner’s “hardware” was too extraordinary; he wasn’t ready yet, so he’d seal the door to this new world for now.
Bai Ju’s ability to accept new things wasn’t bad, and he knew what two men should do together, even learning about some strange positions from certain techniques. However, he wasn’t very clear on the tricks of today’s young people; this led to a serious mismatch between his and Xiao Yao’s mental speeds. While Bai Ju was still dreaming of a future tricycle, Xiao Yao had already taken the roller coaster to the heavens.
The two, each with their own hidden agendas, didn’t make any further plans or deployments, and silently arrived outside Haiyin Castle.
Qu Lang and Ling Yun’s two teams split up, not staying together; Qu Lang went to find Jing Xia, originally intending to wait for Sun Daiyang at Jing Xia’s place, but in a short period of time, Qu Lang received two messages from Xiao Yao, telling him about Sun Daiyang’s situation and whereabouts. He then took Jing Xia to East Bay, intending to have the little merman, A Song, take Jing Xia out to sea for temporary refuge.
While Jing Xia’s departure could be faked, the real person remaining on the island was still risky; it was safer to entrust him to A Song.
However, Jing Xia and A Song seemed to be having some kind of argument, and the atmosphere between them was strange. So Qu Lang had to linger in East Bay a little longer, carefully observing their situation. If things didn’t work out, he would have to revert to the original plan, leaving Jing Xia on the island while he arranged for a substitute to take a cargo ship out to sea overnight.
As for Ling Yun, he personally guarded Haiyin Castle, while the remaining forces were scattered throughout the mountains of Turtle Island, using Haiyin Castle as a radiating center.
At this moment, Deputy Captain Ling felt extremely empty, lonely, and cold in Haiyin Castle; when he saw the large white dog in the distance, it was as if he had seen a relative from eight generations ago, and his eyes lit up.
“Bai Wang, Director Xiao, you’ve finally arrived!” Ling Yun, his backside aching from sitting on the roof, saw Bai Ju carrying Xiao Yao over, so he simply flipped over and landed, bypassing the fountain to meet them. “Anything else on the plane?”
Xiao Yao waved his hand: “No, we only found Sun Daiyang.”
“I heard Captain Qu mention death energy and stuff,” Ling Yun stroked his chin, “Is it resolved?”
Bai Ju nodded and asked, “What about Qing Lan?”
Ling Yun raised an eyebrow: “Does Bai Wang intend to give the death energy to Qing Lan?”
Bai Ju looked at him, puzzled: “Is there a problem?”
Ling Yun smiled: “No, no, no problem. It’s just that the training cost is quite high. I’m a little envious. Why doesn’t anyone put in the effort to train me?”
Xiao Yao couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Apart from this guy’s bad temper, he was a gossip, and his intuition was to some extent even scarier than the profiler Qu Lang. Therefore, in the eyes of many people, this guy was a very suspicious person… The direct result was that Ling Yun’s popularity with passers-by was very poor. He was the type who if he asked for directions when he was lost, even if he asked ten people randomly, all of them would refuse to answer.
Too lazy to talk nonsense to him, Xiao Yao casually threw him a small spell and gave him a painless blow: “Okay, stop talking nonsense, where is Qing Lan? Where is the formation?”
“The formation is being guarded on the top of the cliff.” Ling Yun shrugged and once again expressed his envy, “This flying corpse from your Demon Management Bureau is really obedient, much cuter than the bast**ds under my command.”
Xiao Yao grinned at him: “Just be envious, you can’t take it away.”
Ling Yun: “…”
Suddenly I felt that there was a reason why Qu Lang needed a beating. The upper beam is not straight so of course the lower beam will be crooked, and Director Xiao, the father, was not very likable.
The unlikable Xiao Yao and Old Dog Bai, abandoning the lonely Ling Yun, quickly headed to the summit of Turtle Valley Island.
As mentioned earlier, Turtle Valley Island resembled a skeleton with half a tortoise shell and half a rib, divided into two completely different halves by a peak resembling the yin-yang symbol. From a distance, the undulating peak looks remarkably like connected segments of a spine.
Qing Lan was located at the central arch of this spine.
Ling Yun was right; Qing Lan was indeed well-behaved. When Bai Ju and Xiao Yao found him, he was sitting on the mountain peak, his legs dangling over the cliff face, looking down at the sheer, vertical cliff with a rather obedient posture. His expression showed no fear, only earnestness and a touch of curiosity.
Bai Ju arrived beside Qing Lan, stepping on the air currents. He set Xiao Yao down, and with a flash of white light, transformed into human form. He greeted Qing Lan, “Qing Lan.”
Qing Lan scrambled to his feet and stood up straight, obediently nodding to Bai Ju, “Bai Wang.” He then nodded to Xiao Yao, “Director Xiao.”
Bai Ju responded, then rummaged through his small storage space with his fingers. Soon, a light blue light flashed in his palm, and a ball of grayish-black death energy appeared in his hand.
“Here, see if you can use this.” Bai Ju handed the ball of death energy to Qing Lan. “I remember the cultivation technique I gave you can refine this, but I don’t know if your physique can adapt to this kind of death energy.”
Qing Lan’s usually expressionless face brightened instantly.
His eyebrows and eyes sparkled, and Qing Lan smiled, revealing a small dimple on his left cheek. Trying to suppress his smile, he took the ball of death energy from Bai Ju’s hand and immediately bowed deeply in gratitude: “Thank you, Bai Wang… the death energy is plentiful. Qing Lan can… evolve… evolve to the next level.”
“Evolve?” Bai Ju was somewhat surprised. Flying corpses, being demonic creatures, didn’t evolve on their own unless they had an owner. The cultivation technique he had given her did involve autonomous evolution, but Qing Lan clearly hadn’t learned that technique yet.
Qing Lan nodded, still stammering, “Qing… Qing Lan used to be… more… advanced than he is now.”
He paused, afraid he hadn’t explained clearly enough, and awkwardly gestured, “So much… power, his skin had temperature, he could feel hot and cold.”
Bai Ju was genuinely surprised now.
Qing Lan had always been unable to explain his past, but at this moment he revealed some useful information.
He had been stronger before.
In that case, it was almost certain that he had previously been bound to a master and properly nurtured, consuming a considerable amount of resources, and the secret technique used to create him was extremely rare; otherwise, once his rank dropped, the flying corpse would essentially be destroyed, directly rotting, damaged, and eventually disappearing within a short time.
This… also explained why Qing Lan suffered such severe damage, causing him to forget everything about his master, only remembering that he needed to find him.
Perhaps his former master went to great lengths to maintain his integrity and keep him “alive” while he was losing rank.
Qing Lan clutched the ball of death energy in his hand, his emotions fluctuating greatly, his dark eyes misting over, his voice hoarse: “After leveling up, Qing Lan will remember more and will be able to find his master.”
Bai Ju was under immense pressure from this guy; he truly hadn’t expected that the ball of death energy he and Xiao Yao had unintentionally obtained from Sun Daiyang would be so useful.
Xiao Yao also found it somewhat miraculous. After all, the Demon Management Bureau had provided Qing Lan with cultivation resources after taking him in, and he had absorbed quite a few things, but none of them had had such an effect.
Thinking this, Xiao Yao asked, “You’ve absorbed death energy before, why didn’t it have this effect?”
Qing Lan was taken aback, thought hard for a moment, blinked, and wiped away the tears welling in his eyes: “This, death energy… it’s from living people.”
“Qing Lan is a flying corpse, somewhere between life and death. Death energy from the dead doesn’t work well.”
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Qing Lan: My cultivation goal is the living dead~=▽=
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