Xu Lan looked at Mu Anxiao’s stunned expression and said calmly, “While I haven’t set a deadline for you, I hope you’ll finish it as soon as possible.”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao snapped back to attention and looked at Xu Lan, nodding, “Understood.”
“Good that you understand,” Xu Lan said, turning and walking ahead.
Mu Anxiao let out a soft sigh.
At this moment, the heavens in the mortal realm were gradually brightening. Feng Qishi stood outside the thatched hut with the old man, observing Alung, who was standing by the hut’s door, continuously casting spells with no effect. He remained silent.
The old man stood closest to Alung, looking down at the sweat on her face. Thinking of his wife’s now unharmed body, he said with concern, “Don’t do this anymore.” He reached out and gently took Alung’s hand as she prepared to cast another spell.
Following this, Alung stopped, looked down at the old man’s hand, which was covered in wrinkled skin and age spots, and her heart sank. “Don’t touch me.” She lacked the strength to pull away his hand.
The old man: “Alung…”
“I just haven’t recovered yet, I’ll be fine soon,” Alung said, her face pale, her voice hoarse, “Let go.”
“You…”
“Respect her,” the old man interrupted.
Upon hearing this, the old man turned to look at the old man. After a moment of hesitation, he finally let go and took a step back.
Subsequently, Alung, without glancing at the old man, opened her palm, conjured a folding fan, and then looked down at the ground, which bore no trace of anything. She swallowed, then looked up at the old man, “You step back further.”
The old man sensed Alung was about to unleash a powerful move. But looking at her condition, he couldn’t help but worry. “Alung, I’ve decided. I’ll stay with you. I won’t be resurrected. You…”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear this from you. I’m almost done. Move back,” Alung interrupted.
The old man’s eyes darkened as he moved to stand beside Feng Qishi and the old man.
After the old man moved away, Alung suddenly unfurled her fan, closed her eyes slightly, and murmured “Kai” (Open) to herself. Light then illuminated the ground.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi exclaimed in surprise, “That’s a cellar.”
When the old man heard this, he quickly glanced at Feng Qishi, then looked back at Alung with a tense expression, asking, “How come I don’t know there’s a cellar there?”
The old man: “That cellar was created using sorcery. It’s filled with ice and snow, and it’s extremely cold. Your body was likely hidden there.”
Hearing the old man’s proficient explanation, Feng Qishi asked in surprise, “Old man, how do you know?”
The old man: “I’ve been here for a full year. I know this area better than anyone.”
“Impressive,” Feng Qishi said, offering no further comment.
The old man remained silent.
The old man: “Why haven’t I seen it?”
“She probably wanted to wait until the time was right to show you.”
“…” The old man’s eyes darkened.
At that moment, the wooden board beneath Alung’s feet shot out and landed on the ground.
Alung stood in place, taking deep breaths with a strained complexion, then looked up at the old man, “Come here.”
Seeing Alung’s precarious state, the old man rushed forward and asked, “Are you alright?”
“You don’t need to worry about me. Jump down,” Alung said, pointing to the cellar from which cold air emanated.
Relying on the old man’s words, the old man’s heart sank. Meeting Alung’s unfocused gaze, he said, “Alung, I…”
“Less nonsense, get down,” Alung growled.
At the same time, Mu Anxiao arrived beside Feng Qishi, panting, and asked, “What’s going on?”
Feng Qishi calmly glanced at Mu Anxiao and said, “The old man’s body is probably in the cellar.” Meng Sheng
“Cellar…” Mu Anxiao repeated, glancing at Alung and shivering, “It’s quite cold.”
The old man: “Of course it’s cold. It’s all ice and snow down there, like an iceberg.”
However, Mu Anxiao hadn’t noticed the old man before. Hearing him speak, she was startled, “You’re here too?” She turned, looking past Feng Qishi towards the old man.
The old man smiled, “He asked me to come.” He gestured towards Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi intended to explain himself, but the old man preempted him. He let out a dry laugh, “It was me. I thought the Yin officials might be unreliable, so I figured it would be better to keep the old man close by.”
“If that guy hears you say that, he’ll definitely argue with you,” Mu Anxiao said, then looked back at Alung.
Over there.
Alung glared angrily at the disobedient old man, saying with exasperation, “You’re an old bone, what else do you want? You should be grateful for the chance to be resurrected. And, don’t you want to be with your wife? Fine, I’ll grant it. Jump down, and you can be resurrected.”
The old man, seeing Alung’s strange state, was particularly concerned about her physical condition, “Alung, you just saved her. Your body has already…”
“What happens to me has nothing to do with you. Get down,” Alung said coldly.
The old man frowned.
Mu Anxiao calmly observed Alung’s current state and said without hesitation, “Old man, you should still go down.” She stepped forward.
Following this, Feng Qishi and the old man turned their attention to Mu Anxiao.
Alung looked at Mu Anxiao in surprise, “You’re back.”
“Yes,” Mu Anxiao nodded as she walked behind the old man.
The old man turned to look at Mu Anxiao and said, “Try to persuade her. Her mental state is not right.”
“…” Mu Anxiao glanced at the old man, then at Alung, “You really want him resurrected.”
“Yes.”
“Alright, since this is your decision, I’ll help you.” With that, Mu Anxiao pushed the old man’s back.
Feng Qishi’s eyes widened.
Alung smiled faintly, “What do you need my help with?”
“You saw through me,” Mu Anxiao said, pushing the old man down with force.
A cold wind swept across his face. Before the old man could react, he landed in the accumulating snow.
Alung looked down at the cellar and said calmly, “You helped me, so you must have a purpose. If you say you have no purpose,” she tilted her head to look at the sky, “then I would suspect the sun rose from the west today.”
“…” Mu Anxiao smiled faintly and said, “Let’s revive him first, and then I’ll tell you.”
“Fine, follow me,” Alung nodded and jumped down first.
Subsequently, Mu Anxiao looked down at the vast expanse of the cellar, sighed, and turned to Feng Qishi, who looked surprised, saying, “Guard this place for me.”
“Mu the Fool, you…”
Feng Qishi’s words were cut short as Mu Anxiao jumped down.
The old man sighed.
Feng Qishi turned to the old man and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“That girl reminds me of someone.”
“Who?”
“A relative,” the old man said. Then, considering his age, he let out a bitter smile, “No, perhaps I’m mistaken.”
“…” Feng Qishi didn’t understand the old man’s meaning.
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