Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Just back at the villa, Bai Ju and Xiao Yao hadn’t even stopped at the door when a small plate flew towards them— it was the Four Symbols Evil-Suppressing Plate, Chu Jiu.
Bai Ju put Xiao Yao down from his back, raised an eyebrow slightly in surprise, and poked Chu Jiu’s cheek: “What’s wrong? Why the rush?”
Chu Jiu waved his chubby little arms, gesturing anxiously to Bai Ju, circling them twice, finally tugging at Bai Ju’s clothes and gazing at him expectantly.
Bai Ju couldn’t help but chuckle, now understanding Chu Jiu’s intention. So he reached out and ruffled Chu Jiu’s hair, coaxing, “Wait a bit, I’ll give it to you then.”
“What?” Xiao Yao closed the door behind Bai Ju, turned around, and saw Chu Jiu’s expectant look. He smiled and asked, “Brother Bai, what good stuff are you carrying?”
Bai Ju nodded, put one arm around Xiao Yao, and hooked his other arm around Chu Jiu as they walked inside. “Yes, it’s about the fruit tree I wanted to tell you about before.”
“Xuanwu planted a fruit tree at the bottom of the sea, a kind I’ve never seen before,” Bai Ju said, flicking his finger, and a red fruit the size of a quail egg appeared in his hand. “I don’t know its origin, but since it’s Xuanwu’s, it should be quite useful for the Four Symbols Suppressing Evil Plate.”
Chu Jiu hurriedly took the fruit from Bai Ju’s hand, dancing with joy. Bai Ju’s eyes crinkled, thinking that he was glad he hadn’t misjudged the little guy’s intentions.
“There are still many fruits. If you feel it’s not enough after you’ve used them all, you can ask me for more.” Bai Ju gave Chu Jiu a few instructions, letting him fly away to absorb the fruit, and then turned to Xiao Yao, saying, “Ling Zhuo said that this fruit tree is no longer needed, but let’s keep some fruit and not pick them all.”
Xiao Yao nodded in agreement, raised his hands, and stretched. “Let’s go, Brother Bai, we should wash up and go to bed.”
“Okay.” Bai Ju glanced out the window. It was already 2:30 in the morning, and the sky was still dark, but it would gradually get brighter in two hours.
Although Xiao Yao didn’t sleep much on weekdays, his schedule was still quite regular. Although he was on vacation these past few days, his lifestyle was completely different from usual. Even though Xiao Yao was a cultivator, in this era, cultivators would still be affected to some extent.
Thinking this, Bai Ju reached out and ruffled Xiao Yao’s hair, then put his arm around him and walked upstairs, casually tossing a little rascal aside before going to the bathroom to run the water.
Xiao Yao didn’t actually feel that tired but being cared for so tenderly by Bai Ju made him feel warm inside.
He looked up and kissed Bai Ju’s chin, took off his glasses, and his eyes softened a little. “Brother Bai, you should lie down first.”
Saying this, Xiao Yao handed the glasses to Bai Ju, patted Old Dog Bai’s lower back, and then scurried upstairs.
Bai Ju shook his head with a smile, finding it quite amusing to see his little boyfriend so “excited.”
As Xiao Yao lay beside Bai Ju, enveloped in a light mist of moisture, Old Dog Bai, with a thought, transformed into a slightly larger Samoyed. With a swipe of its front paws, it scooped Xiao Yao into its fluffy embrace.
Caught off guard, Xiao Yao’s face was covered in soft white fur, and he chuckled, “Brother Bai, why the sudden change?”
Bai Ju lowered its head, its soft tongue licking Xiao Yao’s forehead, “I remember you like it.”
As a fur lover, Xiao Yao genuinely enjoyed being surrounded by fluffy things; it made him feel very relaxed. While he liked and felt safe with Bai Ju’s slender, supple body in human form, a man’s pride prevented him from indulging in Bai Ju’s embrace, even though Xiao Yao was quite adept at judging body size.
But this fluffy old white dog…
Xiao Yao lowered his head, burying his face in Bai Ju’s chest fur and rubbing it back and forth; he paused, then couldn’t resist rubbing it several more times, taking deep breaths.
Fluff is the world’s treasure!
Bai Ju chuckled softly, resting his chin on Xiao Yao’s head, his tail peeking out from under the covers, swaying relaxedly, before closing his eyes and dozing off.
Xiao Yao, still holding Bai Ju, remembered something and pulled it over… After sending a few messages and arranging for the vampire doctor’s arrival on the island, he tossed his phone back to charge and nestled comfortably in Bai Ju’s soft fur to rest.
The night passed uneventfully.
After a short four-hour rest, the two awoke at a little past six in the morning… the time when the first flight of the day landed on Turtle Valley Island.
The sound of air currents cutting across the sea, reaching the ground below and passing through the walls, left only a slight vibration echoing in their ears.
Seeing Xiao Yao wake up with a furrowed brow, Bai Ju nuzzled his head. A flash of white light swept across his body, transforming the downy fur clinging to Xiao Yao’s cheek into smooth skin.
The old white dog wrapped his long arms around his boyfriend, kissed his cheek, and then wiped away the sleepy tears from the corner of Xiao Yao’s eyes with his fingers: “Awake?”
Xiao Yao smiled happily and replied, “What time is it?”
Bai Ju ran his fingers through Xiao Yao’s hair: “A little past six, still early.”
“Let’s get up.” Xiao Yao couldn’t resist poking the bouncy muscles in front of him with his finger and leaving a loud kiss before getting up and stretching his arms. “I’ll go ask how things are going with that vampire doctor. If all goes well, he should be able to get to the island by noon today.”
Bai Ju clicked his tongue in amazement: “That’s efficient.”
The pace of modern life was truly fast. This incident happened so suddenly. While Xiao Yao and Qu Lang, the main force, had some free time on the island, those on the mainland who were cooperating with them were incredibly busy, often working through the night for days on end.
Xiao Yao rolled over, then simply lying on top of Bai Ju, grabbed his phone, and quickly found the information he wanted. His expression immediately relaxed a little.
“Not bad?” Bai Ju raised an eyebrow.
“It’s quite a coincidence, I suppose.” Xiao Yao smiled, reading the message as he spoke, “That vampire is currently using the alias Serati Byrne. When he came to China for an exchange, he showed great interest in our witch doctors.” Originally, witchcraft was something between science and metaphysics, a form of spiritual practice, and Serati Byrne seemed quite interested in it.
Bai Ju understood: “So, he’s willing to help us, probably hoping to get something in return.”
“Hmm.” Xiao Yao nodded, resting his chin on Bai Ju’s neck. “The Secret Service is well-informed; they knew his intentions and went to him with a witchcraft journal. After a few words, he agreed.” The Secret Service sent someone at 3 AM, which happened to be the afternoon tea time when nocturnal vampires were in a good mood, coincidentally increasing Serati Byrne’s goodwill towards the Chinese Secret Service.
Bai Ju helped Xiao Yao sit up, asking curiously, “Are there any witchcraft masters still alive in China?”
Xiao Yao nodded, then shook his head, saying, “Yes, there are, but the standards for master witch doctors have dropped far below what they used to be. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is thin, and spiritual herbs are scarce. The medicinal methods available to witch doctors have become purely theoretical. Even if they have immense skill, they can only utilize a small portion of it… In terms of actual ability, those few master witch doctors are basically just reliable old Chinese medicine practitioners. Forget about combat; when encountering evil spirits, they can barely protect themselves.”
Bai Ju thought for a moment, then lowered his head and licked Xiao Yao’s cheek: “It’s alright, things will change.”
The people with the Emperor’s Mandate had already appeared; he had to find a way to nurture Xiao Yao’s destiny. Once the Emperor’s Mandate awakened, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would naturally flourish, and the talented individuals of this era won’t all be hidden gems.
Xiao Yao tilted his head, ruffled Bai Ju’s fluffy head, and didn’t pay much attention to his words, only saying, “Hmm, I appreciate your good wishes.”
Bai Ju’s good wishes were practically prophecies.
Without dwelling on the topic, Bai Ju escorted Xiao Yao to the bathroom to wash up, while he himself considered the power he could currently utilize, feeling considerable pressure.
There was no other way; every great emperor in ancient times was accompanied by majestic divine beasts of heaven and earth, though their stances might not align, their fortunes were never lacking. A great emperor was like the highest peak surrounded by mountains; their independent existence thus inevitably led to an unstable foundation. They always needed matching soldiers, generals, or even lifelong partners to support them, using their own imperial aura to create a magnificent imperial lineage.
Many great emperors in ancient times experienced a golden age, with numerous individuals destined for imperial power, and divine beasts and powerful demons appearing throughout China, creating the flourishing state of Daoist arts. Unlike his Yao Yao, a lone individual destined for imperial power, born in this era of declining Daoist arts, with only him, an old stray dog, to barely connect him to the upper realm.
His life was relatively long; he always had to fight for someone to avoid regrets.
This time, let’s see how far the Xuanming Plaque can help him break through. Bai Ju and Xiao Yao’s duties were somewhat different that day, so they separated shortly after leaving home.
Xiao Yao, following the original plan, continued his deployment with Qu Lang and the others within Turtle Island, taking advantage of the remaining resources to complete all control and preventative measures. If there was still time after the internal deployment was finished, they would extend their defenses to the surrounding seas and airspace outside the island.
Bai Ju, on the other hand, focused on the Xuanming Plaque.
Last night, he had driven the Xuanming Plaque into the mountain, and as time slowly passed, the plaque had silently replaced some of the power within the seal. When Bai Ju arrived at the mountain, he could still see those bulging black lines through the seal, still looking somewhat sinister, but the things that irritated his eyes had been significantly weakened.
After greeting Qing Lan, who was guarding the peak, Bai Ju flashed into a streak of light, disappearing into the mountain like the Xuanming Plaque had yesterday.
The mountains we usually talk about are naturally different from the mountains in the eyes of cultivators and demons.
To humans, mountains were tangible objects, but to cultivators and demons, they were divided into yin and yang, and illusory and real. In ancient times, there were sacred mountains that suppressed great prisons, so the illusory realm of the mountain was the prison. However, mountain ranges like Turtle Valley Island, which are not considered sacred mountains, have not given birth to any mountain spirits, and have some origins, do not have the divine power of a great prison in their illusory realms, but they can still manifest a space. The illusory realm of a small mountain often looks like a small cave, a dark space the size of a room. Turtle Valley Island had some origins, and the illusory realm of its mountain thus manifested as a mountain god temple of medium size. The surroundings were hazy and misty, and there was no plaque on the temple gate. It was just an empty shell, and no spirit had yet been born to guard this small temple.
The Xuanming plaque hung in the empty space where the deity statues stood in the temple. Countless wisps of black energy intertwined, forming a net. Some heavy, dark threads were being pulled from the plaque, while others, filled with malevolent energy, struggled and tumbled, forcibly pulled from the outside space. As they approached the temple, they were gradually suppressed and bound, eventually being incorporated into the plaque.
Bai Ju’s figure suddenly appeared in the temple, causing the space around the illusory realm to slightly distort. Instantly, countless malevolent threads that had been forcibly pulled began to struggle, like mad beasts that had smelled blood, twisting their bodies as if about to pounce.
“…” Bai Ju stood below the plaque, looking up at the struggling threads in mid-air, his lips slightly pursed.
Some things, no matter how many years have passed, are still nauseating.
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