Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 69
Chapter 69
In the beginning, when Ning Huai Shan mentioned “Fang Chu is back,” the two people in the room became wary.
This was likely due to their experience in dealing with too many demons, such as suddenly opening their eyes during a rest, or drawing their sword to attack when startled.
Some people appear too coincidentally, and some events happen just right, making them extra cautious.
Xiao Fu Xuan could have added another trick to the guiding talisman given to Ning Huai Shan, which would have allowed them to probe deeply when it adhered to a person, barring it wasn’t Fang Chu, they could simply keep them outside the barrier.
This method was straightforward, but that was all there was to it.
They thought it better to let a person whose purpose was unknown enter alone and quietly observe them from under their own watchful eyes, which might reveal much more.
Thus, the talisman Xiao Fu Xuan gave Ning Huai Shan was just a simple guiding one, without probing or attacking, so as not to alert the person.
However, since this person risked disguising as Fang Chu to enter Que Bu Luo, he must have had his reasons.
Wu Xing Xue looked outside for a while, and after seeing “Fang Chu” sit down at the edge of the corridor and slightly tilt his head towards the room before quickly turning it back, he thought little of it. This gesture could be interpreted as listening for noises or simply as a subordinate’s pure concern.
After that, he sat with his back to the bedroom without immediately looking around, revealing no further characteristics, making it difficult to determine his identity for the time.
“He’s quite good at keeping his composure,” Wu Xing Xue said.
Xiao Fu Xuan was “waiting for the right moment.”
Wu Xing Xue murmured softly, “Hmm, anyone a bit cunning knows to wait. Those who can’t wait to run around right after closing the door are like Ning Huai Shan.”
Ning Huai Shan sneezed loudly in the side room.
“Someone must be bored enough to curse me,” he muttered, sitting cross-legged on the couch, rubbing his nose, and looking out into the courtyard, muttering, “That damned Fang Chu, actually just sitting there motionless, he used to at least check on me.”
He was oblivious to the fact that “Fang Chu” was not himself, and contemplated secretly sending a message to lure Fang Chu to chat with him, even if it meant exchanging insults, as he couldn’t stand the silence.
Ning Huai Shan thought for a moment, rubbed his fingers together, and flicked them towards a crack in the window.
This was his usual tactic to provoke Fang Chu—a burst of energy wrapped around a whispered message, provoking him a couple of times until Fang Chu would come over with a long face asking if he was out of his mind.
As his burst of energy went with the wind and bumped into Fang Chu’s waist, he whispered, “You’re not Fang Chu.”
“Fang Chu” was jolted a bit but quickly steadied himself, showing a moment of tension before turning to look this way.
Seeing this, Ning Huai Shan smirked, thinking he was right. There was a spot on Fang Chu that was ticklish; nudging it twice would surely make him jump. He interpreted the other’s tension as a ticklish reaction.
So he rubbed another burst of energy and sent it out, bumping Fang Chu’s waist again, whispering, “You’ve changed, I was ordered by the lord to reflect, and you didn’t come to mock me, you are no longer that Fang Chu.”
“Fang Chu” was prepared this time, and despite being nudged, remained motionless, continuing to look this way.
But after hearing Ning Huai Shan’s whisper, he slowly turned his head back, withdrawing his gaze, apparently deciding not to engage any further.
However, Ning Huai Shan saw this reaction as a feigned indifference.
Ning Huai Shan licked his canines, suddenly no longer bored, enjoying the challenge. Thus, he sent out several more bursts of energy.
After a series of rapid exchanges, “Fang Chu” stood up.
Ning Huai Shan immediately perked up, waiting for him to come over. Instead, he saw “Fang Chu” walk a few steps, seemingly to a spot just out of his line of sight—if he wanted to keep sending messages, he’d have to first blast the lord’s bedroom window.
Even with all the courage in the world, Ning Huai Shan wouldn’t dare do that at this moment, so reluctantly, he calmed down, sinking back into a lonely silence.
Xiao Fu Xuan watched the entire one-sided commotion unfold.
Initially, Wu Xing Xue thought Ning Huai Shan was a foolish live wire, luckily confined; otherwise, leaving him with “Fang Chu,” no one could predict what might occur.
But Ning Huai Shan, persistently troublesome, actually helped them uncover some clues.
Xiao Fu Xuan noticed “Fang Chu” changing his seat on the corridor bench, remarking, “His back is too straight.”
That was exactly what Wu Xing Xue was about to point out.
It hadn’t been so apparent before, as Fang Chu himself had a decent posture when standing or sitting, unlike Ning Huai Shan, who would slouch and sprawl all over the place.
But after Ning Huai Shan’s incessant nudging, this trait became evident.
“This kind of demeanor is rare in Ye Cheng,” Wu Xing Xue said.
Even Wu Xing Xue himself, although lean and upright, was far from being described as “rigid.” Xiao Fu Xuan might fit the description, and Yi Wu Sheng was slightly more delicate.
In any case, such people were somewhat connected to the immortals, like those from a celestial sect.
“Could it be that new lord, Feng Xue Li?” Wu Xing Xue murmured.
It wasn’t impossible; Feng Xue Li indeed came from a celestial sect. After Wu Xing Xue was locked in the northern domain of Cang Lang, Feng Xue Li had deserted his family to join Ye Cheng, retaining the habits of celestial demeanor.
Moreover, the happenings in Ye Cheng would inevitably not escape the new lord’s eyes. The status of Que Bu Luo, whether Wu Xing Xue had company, whether Ning Huai Shan or Fang Chu had entered—all could easily be known.
Xiao Fu Xuan then said, “He has no subordinates.”
“How could that be? He naturally does,” Wu Xing Xue responded.
Xiao Fu Xuan wondered, “Then why risk coming here in person?”
Indeed, Que Bu Luo was undoubtedly a dangerous place for him; there was no need to risk infiltrating it personally, as any mishap would be costly.
Unless this person, accustomed to high positions, never regarded dangerous places as such, or there was a compelling reason for his personal presence.
Thus, Wu Xing Xue was even less inclined to disturb the newcomer, wanting to see what he was really after.
However, that “Fang Chu” remained extremely composed, choosing another quiet spot to sit down, without further disturbances. It was unclear whether he was waiting for nightfall or some other opportunity.
Speaking of observing quietly, Wu Xing Xue was not outdone.
In the past, when the Spirit King lost all five senses, he could sit still for three years; waiting a moment or a day or two now was trivial.
But just staring blankly also felt somewhat foolish. Not wanting to waste time, he asked Xiao Fu Xuan, “How is Yi Wu Sheng doing?”
Xiao Fu Xuan was about to concentrate and probe when Wu Xing Xue added, “How do you probe with your spiritual sense? Is it like a shadow following, or does it attach to a person?”
People in cultivation seemed naturally to understand these things—spiritual sense like spirit, soul like soul; with deep cultivation, one naturally uses it effortlessly. Rarely would anyone ask how to use their spiritual sense.
A person who had been both a celestial and a demon asking something seldom asked by mortals.
Xiao Fu Xuan slightly furrowed his brow and turned his face away.
After a moment, he turned back and lowered his head to kiss Wu Xing Xue’s lip corner gently.
Wu Xing Xue, caught off guard, was kissed into a daze. The kiss, warm and unlike Tian Su’s usual fierce sword energy and pressure, tickled him slightly, causing him to speak with a laugh in his blurry words, “Is there a way for me to see when you probe with your spiritual sense?”
He was still a bit concerned about Yi Wu Sheng.
Xiao Fu Xuan moved slightly away, “There is.”
“Really?” Wu Xing Xue asked.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s try it,” Wu Xing Xue suggested, also asking for “a shared knowledge and feeling” experience.
Tian Su hummed affirmatively, then suddenly released a vast surge of energy.
Wu Xing Xue, caught off guard, exclaimed, “Wait.” He backed against the door, grabbing Tian Su’s wrist, “No, forget it.”
It had been a day and a half.
He was genuinely frightened by this approach.
Tian Su was taken aback by his reaction, lifting his thin eyelids slightly, “It’s just energy.”
Wu Xing Xue, speaking seriously, was at a loss for words.
He still held Xiao Fu Xuan’s wrist, ignoring the sudden
warmth creeping up his ear. After a moment, he blinked and said, “Wait, are you bluffing me, Xiao Fu Xuan?”
Xiao Fu Xuan replied, “No.”
“Then something’s not right,” Wu Xing Xue said.
“If you want to probe my knowledge and feelings, transferring energy over is one thing,” Wu Xing Xue said, “but now I want to probe yours. Shouldn’t it be reversed? Why are you still the one transferring energy?”
Xiao Fu Xuan did not argue.
He nodded slightly, the wrist in Wu Xing Xue’s grip turning gently, palm up, allowing Wu Xing Xue to manipulate it as he spoke deeply, “Then you transfer.”
Wu Xing Xue couldn’t transfer because he didn’t know how.
After going in circles, to achieve a shared understanding and feeling, Xiao Fu Xuan still had to send the energy.
Wu Xing Xue might not be up to it right now.
Pressing down the warmth beneath his ear, he patted the person in front of him lightly, whispering, “Take back the energy; I won’t look anymore.”
Xiao Fu Xuan asked, “Aren’t you concerned about Yi Wu Sheng anymore?”
Wu Xing Xue replied, “I’m not concerned anymore. Yi Wu Sheng is up to you now; I’ll watch that guy in the courtyard.”
Xiao Fu Xuan closed his eyes in meditation, seemingly following the spiritual trace he had left to probe the Da Bei Valley.
Wu Xing Xue, still leaning against the door with arms crossed, alternately watched Xiao Fu Xuan and the courtyard.
His finger, resting on his arm and framed by mist-like gray veiling, turned even paler, reminiscent of the thick snow piled in the courtyard.
After a while, a faint blue tinge emerged on his fingertip. Wu Xing Xue glanced at Xiao Fu Xuan before looking at his own finger.
With eyes lowered, he rubbed it a few times until the blue tinge slowly receded, returning to white.
This was why he didn’t want Xiao Fu Xuan to probe with his energy; he really started feeling cold again and feared Xiao Fu Xuan would notice.
He remembered the dream and the past within it. Years ago, Xiao Fu Xuan had helped him through a tribulation at Que Bu Luo, which shouldn’t have recurred. But later, when he went to kill Sang Yu and those demons, he still felt chillingly cold.
He couldn’t remember why he felt cold.
Whether it was due to the clash of celestial and demonic energies or something else.
At that time, he might have used some method to deceive Xiao Fu Xuan, letting him think everything was fine.
Now he had few ways to hide. How could he deceive him this time?
