Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 75
Chapter 75
Wu Xingxue froze, thinking, “This is bad, I miscalculated.” He hadn’t even started hiding anything yet, and the person he wanted to deceive had silently returned, catching him red-handed.
The blame lay with that “Fang Chu” in the courtyard. All day there had been no movement, but just at this critical moment, there was a disturbance, distracting him.
It really knew how to cause trouble.
Wu Xingxue glanced at the “Fang Chu” outside, made a mental note, and then turned back.
A great devil like him couldn’t easily admit to anything, so he firmly denied to Xiao Fuxuan, “Cold? I’m not cold.”
He instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but couldn’t because Xiao Fuxuan was holding the tip of his finger.
The action was small, yet inexplicably intimate.
Wu Xingxue paused and stopped trying to pull away. He couldn’t deny that, even as a devil, he couldn’t escape such instinctive reactions. He somewhat enjoyed this unintentional intimacy.
Xiao Fuxuan lowered his eyes and gently pinched a few times, then looked up at him and quietly exposed the truth, “Your fingers are damp.”
It was the feeling of frost melting, but the devil wouldn’t admit it.
He replied, “That’s sweat.”
Xiao Fuxuan: “…”
Xiao Fuxuan probably didn’t expect such a blatant lie. After a moment of silence, he exposed him again, “Where would the sweat come from?”
The devil: “It’s hard to say. Wasn’t my whole body covered in it earlier?”
Xiao Fuxuan: “…”
It proved that as long as he got off the bed, to cover up certain things and fool certain people, the devil could say any kind of nonsense, including pretending to be weak to deceive.
Xiao Fuxuan squinted at him, silent for a long time, not knowing whether he was angry or resigned.
After a long standoff, he nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, “Fine.”
Wu Xingxue sensed something was wrong.
Sure enough, in the next moment, the powerful energy of Tian Su silently surged over, drilling into him through the fingers Xiao Fuxuan held.
If the coldness on his fingers could still be argued as a residual effect, the energy probing inside was much harder to explain.
Wu Xingxue actually wanted to block it.
While Xiao Fuxuan was investigating the Great Sorrow Valley, he had been monitoring the “Fang Chu” in the courtyard and circulating his own energy, discovering a new method.
So at this moment, he could have forcibly blocked Xiao Fuxuan’s probing energy.
But first, blocking it would be counterproductive.
Second, when he saw Xiao Fuxuan’s furrowed brows, his heart felt as if it were lightly squeezed.
He hesitated for a moment and withdrew all the defensive energy he had prepared.
Xiao Fuxuan’s energy, like his sword intent, was cold and sharp. Just from this, one could feel the slight displeasure caused by his worry.
But as it passed through the critical points, the energy would suddenly soften.
He was extremely meticulous, probing almost millimeter by millimeter.
At certain points, Wu Xingxue could hear his low voice echoing through his body with the energy, saying, “This part is cold.”
“And here.”
…
Initially, his displeasure was evident in his brows. As he probed more areas, the furrow between his brows deepened, and the displeasure gradually disappeared, leaving only concern.
“Wu Xingxue, why are so many places cold?” he asked.
Indeed, there were dozens of critical points throughout his body where the cold was starting to grow again. The only consolation was that while the combined cold from these dozens of points was enough to handle, each individual point’s cold was not yet severe.
Wu Xingxue thought for a moment and replied, “Fang Chu mentioned that near the end of the tribulation period, there might be some recurrence.”
It was said that the essence of the demonic tribulation period was to appease or suppress the souls of those they had killed. And because great devils had so much blood on their hands and had killed so many, it was especially difficult to suppress them, making recurrence quite normal.
“So it might drag on a bit, but it’s not a big deal, nor is it hard to endure,” Wu Xingxue said.
He thought this explanation was reasonable, expecting it to ease Xiao Fuxuan’s furrowed brow. However, Xiao Fuxuan solemnly replied, “That’s not what you said back then.”
Wu Xingxue: “…”
Shit. He had forgotten about that.
He paused for a moment and softly replied, “I don’t remember.”
When he lowered his eyes slightly, a long shadow would fall beneath them, obscuring the light in his pupils. Combined with the slight downturn at the corners of his eyes, he often appeared inexplicably lonely when he spoke, making it hard for anyone to press him with more questions.
Wu Xingxue glanced at Xiao Fuxuan, then lowered his eyes, regretting, “I can’t recall.”
Xiao Fuxuan: “…”
Seeing that Xiao Fuxuan had fallen silent, Wu Xingxue breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to change the subject, Xiao Fuxuan’s voice rang out again, “You said other demonic tribulations dragging on had nothing to do with you, that it wouldn’t happen to you.”
Wu Xingxue: “?”
“Your tribulations never repeat.”
“…”
“Be it fate or tribulation, once suppressed, they dare not rise again.”
“…”
As Xiao Fuxuan spoke, his brows gradually relaxed, but his expression turned blank: “You once had me probe with my energy, and there wasn’t a trace of coldness.”
If it weren’t for losing all his memories now and having no way to cover things up, he wouldn’t have discovered this.
“So Wu Xingxue,” he said, staring intensely at the person in front of him, “you lied to me again.”
Wu Xingxue never expected that old accounts from so many years ago would be brought up. He had no way to argue.
Seeing Xiao Fuxuan about to speak again, Wu Xingxue suddenly turned his head and kissed the protruding knot of Xiao Fuxuan’s throat.
Xiao Fuxuan instantly fell silent.
A sly smile flashed in Wu Xingxue’s half-closed eyes.
He had intended to be mischievous, but soon regretted it, as Xiao Fuxuan’s energy turned the tables on him.
Within moments, he opened his mouth to gasp, his breath falling on the other’s Adam’s apple.
Squinting, he noticed a not-too-deep but noticeable scar on the side of Xiao Fuxuan’s neck. During a recent tribulation, he had buried his face there, biting it, swallowing the blood, and desperately suppressing some sounds.
He always found the way demonic beings passed their tribulations chaotic and absurd. He could never fully accept the blood staining his lips, particularly resisting the unbearable satisfaction when swallowing it.
That sensation reminded him of many things…
But Xiao Fuxuan muddled his senses.
They entangled most deeply during moments of intense struggle, drawing blood from each other in a fierce exchange.
It made him feel that all the reactions were not because of demons, but because of this person in front of him, because of the kind of love often spoken of in the mortal world.
Wu Xingxue’s eyes grew misty for a moment, then he sucked on the wound.
…
Xiao Fuxuan felt the blood in his veins rush to that spot. His half-lidded eyes deepened instantly.
After a moment, Wu Xingxue raised his head, his lips stained with blood. He licked his lips, swallowed the blood, and the temperature under his skin gradually rose, giving his complexion a thin, warm glow, like jade reflecting dim light.
His voice was soft and slightly hoarse: “See, warming up.”
Only then did Xiao Fuxuan’s heart settle a bit.
His biggest worry wasn’t how long the calamity would last or whether it would recur, but whether, for some reason, this would be ineffective, like drinking poison to quench thirst.
But seeing Wu Xingxue now, it seemed to be working; at least swallowing the blood caused some changes.
“So, it’s just the calamity recurring, no big deal, just a bit hard on your neck,” Wu Xingxue said with a hint of amusement.
But he still seemed to dislike the feeling of blood; as he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and frowned slightly, a quick and subtle gesture that he probably didn’t notice, but Xiao Fuxuan did.
He added, “You should withdraw your energy first and nourish your own blood. I’m afraid your neck can’t take it.”
Xiao Fuxuan looked at him for a while, then turned his head and kissed him.
The lingering taste of blood faded in the kiss, leaving only the touch of their lips. Wu Xingxue leaned against the door, responding quietly.
Though he had experienced the heavy lust of demons before…
Anyway, after a moment, he slightly moved away, mumbling, “There are still people in the courtyard.”
At the mention of others in the courtyard, Xiao Fuxuan straightened up, his brows furrowing.
Wu Xingxue glanced outside—
That “Fang Chu” seemed to realize his sudden movement might attract attention, so after standing up, he didn’t approach the bedroom but stood for a while, stretching his muscles.
This was a common move for Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu, but this “Fang Chu” seemed unaccustomed to it.
Generally, those who maintain a straight posture for years rarely stretch like this. It was as if he had seen others do it and suddenly remembered to imitate them.
That “Fang Chu” glanced at the bedroom again but then turned and walked away.
Judging by his direction, he seemed to remember that, as “Fang Chu,” he should check on Ning Huaishan, who was ordered to reflect.
Wu Xingxue, worried that Ning Huaishan might be deceived, kept an eye on it, then turned to ask Xiao Fuxuan, “By the way, have you seen Yi Wusheng?”
He expected Xiao Fuxuan to say “yes” or “no,” but instead, Xiao Fuxuan was silent for a moment.
That moment of silence made Wu Xingxue keenly aware of something.
He asked, “Did something happen to Yi Wusheng?”
Xiao Fuxuan replied, “Yes.”
He paused, then said in a low voice, “His soul has scattered.”
Wu Xingxue was stunned.
After a long while, he asked, “How could that be? Didn’t he go to the Great Sorrow Valley? Didn’t he go in?”
He suddenly realized how strange people are.
When he first heard Ning Huaishan say Yi Wusheng might go to the Great Sorrow Valley, he felt an inexplicable regret. But now, hearing Xiao Fuxuan say Yi Wusheng’s soul had scattered, he still felt regret.
This feeling was something he had never experienced while overlooking the mortal world from the divine tree’s canopy, something he fully grasped upon becoming an immortal, and then again upon becoming a demon.
Only now did he finally understand a fraction of what it meant.
The complexity of “human nature.”
Xiao Fuxuan said, “He entered.”
He thought about what Yi Wusheng had said earlier and added, “He said what he wanted was to enter the Great Sorrow Valley.”
Wu Xingxue nodded.
The answer was both surprising and expected. Although he had worried Yi Wusheng might actually do something, even though it was just a chaotic thread of events rather than a real past, he had indeed worried.
But worry was just worry. He always felt Yi Wusheng would ultimately do nothing.
This was probably another strange aspect of “human nature.”
As it turned out, it was true.
The other did nothing, just walked quietly to the end.
Wu Xingxue asked again, “Did he say anything before his soul dissipated?”
Xiao Fuxuan said, “He asked me to greet you on his behalf.”
Wu Xingxue softly replied, “Oh.”
They say immortals only feel compassion, not sorrow. They say demons never care about human life or death.
But when he heard Yi Wusheng left and sent him a message like an old friend before his soul dissipated, he indeed felt a bit sad.
Wu Xingxue was silent for a long time before suddenly saying, “If only the divine tree were still there.”
Xiao Fuxuan was taken aback: “Why do you say that?”
Wu Xingxue replied, “If the divine tree were still there, we could bury Yi Wusheng at its base. Though it’s hard to say for sure, it might grant him a long life in his next reincarnation.”
What a pity.
Xiao Fuxuan said, “Is that so?”
Wu Xingxue smiled: “It’s a saying passed down for generations. But the divine tree represents the cycle of life and death, so being buried at its roots brings a chance.”
Xiao Fuxuan said, “Wouldn’t the area under the divine tree be full of people, then?”
Wu Xingxue shook his head.
Only newborns or dying people could see the divine tree. Newborns wouldn’t remember it, and dying people were too dazed to care.
From beginning to end, only Xiao Fuxuan in his previous life buried a child he picked up from the battlefield at the divine tree when he was dying.
Even the white bones of Bai Jiang, exposed under the tree, were sent to the capital after being found.
So, the only one truly buried under the tree, in the correct spot, was that nameless, ill-fated child.
That was a unique fortune in this world. Who knew what became of that child in their next life, or who they had become in the current chaotic times.
Wu Xingxue snapped back to reality and asked, “Is there a way to bring Yi Wusheng back?”
He remembered that in the Great Sorrow Valley, those citizens with broken limbs stuffed into child statues were taken back by the disciples of the immortal sects using pouches that contained universes.
He glanced at the brocade pouch at Xiao Fuxuan’s waist. He wondered if a detached spirit could be placed in such a pouch.
Xiao Fuxuan said, “There is a way, but not now.”
Wu Xingxue was puzzled: “Why not?”
Xiao Fuxuan replied, “There’s something strange under the Great Sorrow Valley.”
He told Wu Xingxue about the massive array beneath the valley that required life to sustain life.
Wu Xingxue frowned: “You’re saying Huaxin is using the array on that thread to sustain Yun Hai’s life? Continually nourishing him?”
Xiao Fuxuan said, “The array indeed suggests so.”
Wu Xingxue said, “So, we were swept out during the Feng family’s upheaval because the commotion startled Huaxin?”
This guess was almost entirely what Xiao Fuxuan thought.
Clearly, the thread had either Huaxin himself or Huaxin’s arrangements, which could sense their intrusion and sweep them out.
Following this line of thought, Wu Xingxue suddenly turned his gaze towards Ning Huaishan’s closed room: “If that’s the case, the ‘Fang Chu’ who came out of the Falling Flower Platform is either—”
Wu Xingxue looked back at Xiao Fuxuan, his lips moved but made no sound: “Huaxin himself or someone he uses.”
Xiao Fuxuan pondered for a moment before saying, “It’s also possible that the real Fang Chu had his body taken.”
Upon hearing this, Wu Xingxue’s face darkened.
But he had to admit, what Xiao Fuxuan said seemed most likely.
In the fragments of his own memory, there was almost no appearance of Huaxin. He didn’t remember what kind of person Huaxin was. All his knowledge came from what Xiao Fuxuan told him or Yun Hai’s questions.
In his very limited understanding, Huaxin seemed like a typical immortal, probably conducting himself with some strictness and calmness.
He could hide the array that extended Yun Hai’s life in such a place, so he wouldn’t rashly change his appearance to impersonate another.
He would consider some scenarios, like what if his disguise was undone or someone checked the body. The safest way would naturally be to directly take over the original owner’s body.
Wu Xingxue said with a stern face, “If he truly took Fang Chu’s body, then Fang Chu’s soul… wouldn’t it still be wandering on that thread?”
Xiao Fuxuan said, “That’s why I didn’t retrieve my spiritual sense.”
He had considered this possibility, so after Yi Wusheng’s soul scattered, he used a brocade pouch to cover Yi Wusheng’s kneeling form and brought him out of the Great Sorrow Valley.
As for the massive array and the sprawling branches beneath the valley, he didn’t destroy them.
First, he feared disrupting the array would confuse or sever some clues.
Second, the fake “Fang Chu” was right in Que Bu Luo, just outside Wu Xingxue’s door. If he was Huaxin’s man, fine, but if he was Huaxin himself, it would be extremely troublesome. He didn’t want to alert him and cause Wu Xingxue to take risks alone.
So, he withdrew from the immortal tomb under the valley but left some arrangements at the shrine by the valley’s entrance. If there was any movement, he would immediately know.
After setting everything up, he left the Great Sorrow Valley and searched along the past thread for Fang Chu’s soul.
Hearing Xiao Fuxuan say he left a spiritual sense to find Fang Chu, Wu Xingxue felt a bit relieved.
But his expression didn’t ease, as he thought of another problem.
He asked Xiao Fuxuan, “Did Huaxin often descend to the mortal realm later?”
Xiao Fuxuan shook his head: “After Yun Hai was gone, he almost never descended in person.”
Wu Xingxue: “So, he didn’t come to Que Bu Luo?”
Xiao Fuxuan: “…”
Xiao Fuxuan: “Why would he come to Que Bu Luo?”
Wu Xingxue was about to answer when he looked up and saw Tian Su’s expressionless face.
Wu Xingxue: “?”
His legs wrapped in silver-patterned boots, long and straight, lazily lifted a bit and tapped the side of Xiao Fuxuan’s boot: “Like this.”
Xiao Fuxuan glanced at his leg, raised his eyelids, and waited to hear what he meant.
Wu Xingxue said, “Have ‘Fang Chu’ post a notice outside.”
Xiao Fuxuan: “…A talisman?”
Wu Xingxue: “No, a paper notice.”
Xiao Fuxuan: “For what?”
“To write.” Wu Xingxue said, “Write… from now on, if anyone besides Tian Su comes to Que Bu Luo, kick them out.”
“…”
Xiao Fuxuan squinted, letting a bit of amusement surface in his eyes.
After a moment, he prompted him to continue with the previous topic: “He hasn’t come to Que Bu Luo, and then?”
Wu Xingxue straightened his expression: “He rarely descended to the mortal realm later, probably didn’t come to Night City, let alone Que Bu Luo. He was in charge of blessings, overseeing the celestial immortals. His contact with Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu should have been minimal.”
Minimal was an understatement; they probably never even met.
Xiao Fuxuan replied, “Mm.”
Wu Xingxue said, “Then it’s strange. If the ‘Fang Chu’ in the courtyard is him, how did he know I had such a subordinate? There should be many demons in Night City who don’t allow their subordinates into their residences, not everyone is a close confidant. How did he know that impersonating ‘Fang Chu’ would get him into Que Bu Luo? And… since he hadn’t been to Night City or Que Bu Luo, how did he find this place so precisely?”
The strangest thing was, he acted somewhat differently from Fang Chu, but not so much that it was too obvious. He seemed to be deliberately mimicking Fang Chu.
“Given all this, he doesn’t seem like someone completely unfamiliar with Night City and Que Bu Luo,” Wu Xingxue said. “On the contrary, he seems to know something, and it doesn’t seem to be hearsay. It’s more like he’s been here, seen it.”
Not only was this true for Night City and Que Bu Luo, but also for Fang Chu as a person.
He didn’t seem completely unfamiliar with Fang Chu, like he randomly took over a body. It seemed he knew Fang Chu, had even seen him, had.. If you let him learn……
No, if he is asked to pinch a person to learn, he can learn six or seven points, but it will definitely not reach ten out of ten.
This is exactly what this “Fang Chu” shows.
Wu Xingxue said: “If he really pretended to be Hua Xin, how did Hua Xin know this?” ”
He pondered: “Either when Hua Xin occupied Fang Chu’s body, he tried to probe and ask …….”
Xiao Fuxuan shook his head and said in a deep voice: “Just by asking, it’s easy to miss too much.” ”
Because there are some things that you can’t even think of asking, let alone some details.
Wu Xingxue said: “Either Hua Xin can watch or know the people and things in the city through some methods.” ”
This conjecture is obviously closer.
But if this is the case, what will it be relied on?
