Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Jiang Lan and Ying Qiao were the last to come out of the cubicle. As they left, Ying Qiao earnestly instructed the staff to find someone to install a large mirror in Geng Chen’s cubicle the next day. He also emphasized that the entire wall must be covered with mirrors.
“I’m afraid he won’t be able to see himself clearly,” Ying Qiao said, with an air of “I’m doing this for his own good.” “Looking in the mirror more often will help him rediscover himself.”
The staff member didn’t understand what this was all about but given how readily Ying Qiao had paid the delivery fee yesterday, the staff member quickly agreed: “Don’t worry, I’ll have someone come and install it first thing tomorrow morning.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a muffled thud came from the cubicle.
The staff member immediately turned around in alarm: “What happened?”
“He’s probably too excited,” Ying Qiao said without changing his expression. “Put it up for him as soon as possible, and it’s best to choose a durable and impact-resistant mirror, so that he doesn’t break it when he gets too excited.”
The staff could only nod, looking completely bewildered, and say, “Oh, oh, oh.”
Ying Qiao then left with Jiang Lan, looking satisfied.
Ji Xian and Jiu Ding weren’t at the elevator; they must have already gone down. Jiang Lan rode the elevator down with him and finally couldn’t hold back any longer, asking, “You and Geng Chen don’t get along very well?”
Why does this seem a bit targeting?
“How could that be?” Ying Qiao asked in surprise. “Among the clan members, Geng Chen and I are the closest in age, and our relationship is the most harmonious.”
Unlike other members of their tribe who would immediately start a fight when their temper flared, they were civilized dragons who would try to communicate verbally rather than resort to violence, so as not to damage the relationship between uncle and nephew.
“…”
He spoke with such conviction that Jiang Lan was speechless for a moment and could only shut his mouth.
He just thought to himself, “The way you uncle and nephew get along is quite unique.”
Anyone who didn’t know better would think you had a grudge.
….
As soon as the two left the Demon Management Bureau building, they saw Ji Xian and Jiu Ding waiting by the car. Jiu Ding was talking to Ji Xian, but they were too far apart to hear what he was saying. They could only see his mouth moving constantly. Ji Xian didn’t speak, but she had turned her head slightly as if she was listening.
As they approached, they heard Jiu Ding ask, “Where are you staying tonight? Are you coming back with us? Are you coming tomorrow? If you don’t come, my dad is probably going to throw a tantrum.”
Well, he adapted to this role quite quickly, recognizing his father very fluently and without any obstacles.
Ji Xian said, “I have my own place to stay, and I will not come tomorrow.”
“Ah…” Jiu Ding looked a little dejected, his face full of disappointment, but he persisted and asked, “Then will you come the day after tomorrow?”
Ji Xian: “I won’t come the day after tomorrow either. I’ll come over after Geng Chen recovers.”
“…”
Jiu Ding sighed immediately, “My mom is so cold.”
It seems the intellectually disabled father isn’t very charming.
Ji Xian glanced at him, then saw Jiang Lan and the other person walking over, and asked, “Is he staying with you now?”
Ying Qiao nodded, and said with particular righteous indignation, “He is my younger brother. Since Geng Chen is in trouble, I naturally have to help take care of him.”
“Thank you.” Ji Xian took out two more exquisite storage bags, handing the larger one to Jiang Lan: “His living expenses.” The smaller one was given to Jiu Ding: “Pocket money.”
Holding the pocket money, Jiu Ding was moved to tears, thinking that it didn’t matter if she wasn’t good to his father, as long as she was good to him!
He had absolutely no objections!
Ying Qiao put away the storage bag with a smile: “Auntie, you’re too kind. Let’s have dinner together?”
“No need, I shouldn’t stay here any longer.” Ji Xian glanced at him, not wasting time on formalities. “I’ve recently discovered some things, and I’ll tell you all about them at the same time.”
Her expression turned slightly serious: “It’s related to the Qian faction.”
When it came to serious matters, Ying Qiao also put away his casual expression: “Let’s find a place to discuss this in detail.”
….
The four of them eventually returned to Ying Qiao’s villa, where Ji Xian told them what she had found out over the past few days.
Since their last parting, Ji Xian had no further contact with the Qian Sect, but she remained preoccupied with the Qian Sect’s purpose in searching for the Nine Cauldrons, and thus secretly inquired about related information.
Although she couldn’t stay in one place for long, her elusive movements and ability to hide her tracks allowed her to actually uncover some information.
“The Qian School seeks the Nine Cauldrons in order to offer sacrifices to Heaven.”
In ancient times, when human shamans offered sacrifices to the heavens and gods, they would prepare ritual implements and offerings and then used specific steps and incantations to convey their wishes and pray for the mercy of the heavens and the shaman gods.
But in earlier times, this sacrificial method was actually used by witch gods.
The Witch Gods, also known as the ancient great demons, possessed immense power and could freely travel between the upper and lower realms. However, since the severing of the connection between heaven and earth, communication between the two realms has been blocked. The lower realm has tried many methods, one of which was to offer sacrifices to heaven.
They used cauldrons as vessels and human sacrifices as offerings in an attempt to make contact with the upper realm.
However, all methods, including the sacrifice to heaven, ended in failure. The method of the sacrifice to heaven was later abandoned and instead learned by the human race.
“We’ve already tried offering sacrifices to Heaven, and they all failed. Why is the Qian faction doing such a futile effort?”
This kind of copying is too stupid; Ying Qiao couldn’t think of any reason why the Qian faction would do this.
“The Nine Cauldrons was created by King Yu, and it also incorporated a wisp of Geng Chen’s soul. It also went through the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, and is connected with the fate of the human race.” Ji Xian slowly told what she knew: “They probably want to use the Nine Cauldrons as a medium to draw upon the power of heaven and earth.”
The Nine Cauldrons guarded three dynasties and was closely related to the fate of the human race.
The Qian faction’s plan was to use the enemy’s own weapon against them. Since Heaven favored humanity, they would use the Nine Cauldrons as a medium to draw upon the power of Heaven and Earth to break the shackles and rebuild a road to the heavens.
To be honest, this idea was theoretically sound, but its feasibility was not high.
The Nine Cauldrons was merely a sacrificial ritual object and did not possess offensive power. It could only serve as a medium to draw upon the power of heaven and earth. If the Qian Sect truly wanted to break the shackles between the two realms, having only the Nine Cauldrons was simply not enough.
Unless they could find a powerful demon with sufficient strength and combine it with the Nine Cauldrons, they would have no chance of success.
However, the truth was that spiritual energy was now scarce, and the strength of ancient demons was no longer comparable to that of the past.
Ying Qiao knew that even if he, along with the strongest remaining demons, attacked with all their might, they might not be able to achieve this.
Where did the Qian faction get its confidence?
Ji Xian also couldn’t figure it out, but the Qian faction’s actions were covert, and the information she found was very limited. She could only remind Ying Qiao: “Since they have this plan, they must have other ways to replace it. You should pay more attention.” After a pause, she added: “Keep an eye on Geng Chen. If I have time, I will come over again.”
Ying Qiao agreed: “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him.”
Not only will they keep a close eye on people, but they will also give them extra care.
Ji Xian nodded upon hearing this, then rose to take her leave.
The three men saw her off. Before parting, Ji Xian turned around and hesitated slightly before saying, “There is one more thing. We haven’t found any evidence yet, and it’s mostly my guess. I’ll tell you this so you can be more cautious.”
“Tian Wu[1] should also be a member of the Qian School. If I’m not mistaken, he should be one of the geomancers.”
Shui Bo Tian Wu, with eight heads and human faces, a tiger’s body and ten tails, was originally a deity residing in Chaoyang Valley and worshipped by the human race. Later, the demon race declined and the human race rose again, and many of the deities who had been worshipped perished one after another, and Tian Wu also disappeared without a trace.
However, Ji Xian had unexpectedly met Tian Wu not long ago.
—After their last parting in Jiangcheng, Ji Xian left alone and unexpectedly encountered Tian Wu meeting with a minor demon from the Qian Sect near the Jiangcheng waters.
Ji Xian had initially intended to follow to confirm the other party’s identity, but the other party was very cautious and, presumably sensing someone following, quickly concealed himself. However, Tian Wu had eight heads and eight faces, a very strange appearance; and even in human form, his features were still quite distinct. Ji Xian had seen Tian Wu before and had a deep impression of him, so he suspected that Tian Wu was also a member of the Qian Sect. Moreover, given his strength, his position within the Qian Sect was definitely not low.
“Okay, I’ll be careful.” Ying Qiao had never dealt with Tian Wu before, but he had heard of Tian Wu’s deeds and kept a watchful eye on him.
Seeing this, Ji Xian said no more and turned to leave.
Jiu Ding tiptoed until he could no longer see her back before turning back.
At the same time, he secretly resolved to urge his intellectually disabled father to cultivate himself properly so that he could have a complete family as soon as possible.
Look at Jiao Tu and Suan Ni, how important it is for cubs to have a complete family!
Although he was no longer a cub, it was not too late to make up for it now!
Jiu Ding was mentally planning his future, so he lost interest in playing games altogether.
Jiang Lan and Ying Qiao went to the study and added Tian Wu to the list of geomancers, while placing a question mark next to him to indicate that the matter was pending.
“Does Tian Wu have any connection with Suan Yu, Fu You, or Yuan Yin?” Jiang Lan pondered Tian Wu’s purpose in joining the Qian Sect.
The addition of Suan Yu to the Qian faction was purely a case of being misled by chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), and they were delusional enough to think that it could create bloody horror like in ancient times and defy heaven and earth.
Fu You had been the main force opposing the Severing of Heaven and Earth since ancient times, and now it was not completely dead so it had made a comeback.
Yuan Yin was forcibly sent to the lower realm to support the Yellow Emperor, but once he went down there, he could never return. It was understandable that he was unwilling and wanted to return to the upper realm.
But what was Tian Wu’s purpose?
Jiang Lan searched through his meager memories and found that he seemed to have no memory of Tian Wu.
The only impression he had was that Tao Wu once compared him to Tian Wu, saying that after seeing so much of Tian Wu, he no longer seemed ugly.
Although Taotie was talking nonsense, it was enough to show that Tian Wu was really ugly.
Apart from that, Jiang Lan had no other impression of him.
Ying Qiao pursed his lips and spread his hands, saying, “I only have one impression of him, and that is that he’s ugly.”
Most ancient demons grew freely, and there were quite a few with one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, or even more heads, such as the proud insect, the nine-headed phoenix, and the Xiangliu. These all had many heads, but none were as eye-catching as Tian Wu.
Ying Qiao had met Tian Wu several times. How would you describe Tian Wu’s appearance?
It was as if eight tigers with human faces had been forcibly fused together, their heads enormous and their bodies thin. The eight heads were squeezed together in a circle, their features distorted and their expressions twisted and ferocious. Moreover, their bodies were not covered with fur, but rather with coarse, dull, and strangely colored feathers that were neither green nor yellow.
Ugly in a unique way, ugly in an outstanding way. Ugly in a way that leaves a lasting impression, unforgettable at first glance.
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[1] Tian Wu is a mythical beast with a human face and a tiger body. “Shan Hai Jing” records: Tian Wu, with eight heads and eight faces, a tiger body, eight legs and eight tails, is blue and yellow in color, spits out clouds and mist, and controls water. Tian Wu is the water god in ancient Chinese myths and legends. In ancient times, there was a tribe called “Wu”. The water god they enshrined was Tian Wu, the tiger king. Tian Wu has eight heads, eight legs, and eight tails, but the overall image is still based on a tiger. Tian Wu is not only the tiger king, but also the tiger god. He can swallow clouds and fog, call wind and rain, and control floods, which is comparable to Gonggong.
