"How can you say that?" Zhang Yan asked. "Am I that kind of person?"
"Aren't you?" Feng Qishi interjected.
Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes. "Feng Qishi, you just squeezed my arm so hard it turned blue. Does it still hurt?" He lifted his sleeve.
Feng Qishi looked helplessly at Zhang Yan's arm, which showed no bruise and was fair-skinned. "Brother Zhang, how do you maintain your skin? You're so old, yet it's not loose at all. It's taut, just like a young person's."
"Watch your mouth. What do you mean 'taut'? It's because I take good care of myself, and secondly, you know who I am, right?" Zhang Yan winked at Feng Qishi.
"That's true, you are..." Feng Qishi pointed upwards. "From above. Ah, if only I could be like you. I envy you." As he spoke, his gaze drifted towards Mu Anxiao.
The moment Mu Anxiao sensed Feng Qishi's furtive glances, she turned her back.
Seeing Mu Anxiao deliberately turn away, Feng Qishi pouted. "I'm going to get something to eat."
"The hospital has rules. You should be back with your sister now," Mu Anxiao said without turning around.
"You're not going?" Feng Qishi's eyes widened.
"I'm not going," Mu Anxiao turned to face Feng Qishi, glancing at Zhang Yan. "Since we're no longer enemies, I can naturally go back as well."
"You change your mind so quickly."
Mu Anxiao shrugged. "Can't be helped, I'm a fickle person." She then walked up to Zhang Yan. "Let's go. I have something to ask you."
"Alright." Zhang Yan nodded and looked at Feng Qishi. "We're leaving."
"Hey, are you coming to school tomorrow?" Feng Qishi suddenly asked.
Mu Anxiao hesitated for a moment. "What business is it of yours whether I come or not?"
"It's none of my business," Feng Qishi replied, his tone dejected.
Mu Anxiao paid no attention to Feng Qishi's mood and turned to walk away first.
Zhang Yan patted Feng Qishi's shoulder and left.
Feng Qishi looked wistfully at Mu Anxiao's retreating figure, then at the hospital building. He twisted his mouth and said, "I should still go grab something to eat." With that, he walked away.
Back in the yard, Mu Anxiao entered Zhang Yan's room first. Zhang Yan followed closely, closing the door behind him with his hands clasped behind his back. "What is it? You look quite anxious."
"It's about Hu Yuan," Mu Anxiao said, taking out the Xian Shu from herζι. "By the way, you must have heard that he's a Xian Hun and has memories of his past life, right?"
"About that," Zhang Yan thought for a moment. "I think I heard it, but then again, maybe I didn't."
"How much do you know about him?" Mu Anxiao asked again.
"I don't know. However, I do know that he wants to get revenge on Ma Yan, but I'm not really sure of the real reason. Including Ma Yan, I'm not clear either," Zhang Yan replied honestly.
"I thought you heard my conversation with Hu Yuan today. It turns out you were just there for the show," Mu Anxiao said, opening the Xian Shu and pondering Hu Yuan's words: "A mortal body can't do much. After I died, the wolf demon did possess my body, but as long as I take away the spiritual energy from the body, it's just a mortal vessel. He can't do anything. It will be easier for you to capture him then." Thinking of his words, she muttered, "He wants me to transfer the spiritual energy from his body back to his Xian Hun, thereby turning his body, which already possessed celestial energy, into a true mortal vessel. That way, the wolf demon will be helpless."
"What are you muttering about?" Zhang Yan asked.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Zhang Yan. "Can I borrow your room for tonight? I have something to do."
"Sure. Are you going to help Hu Yuan?"
"Yes, he..." Mu Anxiao thought of Hu Yuan's words, pursed her lips, and said, "He helped me imprison the wolf demon with his body. It's only right that I help him. You should just live your own life. Don't get involved in this from now on. Thanks for your cooperation." With that, she turned and entered the room.
Zhang Yan watched Mu Anxiao's retreating back and said, "I understand." Then he turned to look at the sofa and grinned.
At the same time, Mu Anxiao closed the door, walked to the bed, and sat down. She then lowered her head and began to carefully peruse the Xian Shu.
"There should be a spell to guide spiritual energy back to the Xian Hun here," she said, flipping through it quickly.
After a night, Mu Anxiao sat on the bed, disheveled and still wearing her shoes. She looked down at the Xian Shu, which she had flipped through countless times, and yawned. "Ugh, why is there nothing in this Xian Shu? Just some small spells to seal demon souls and minor demons. This..." She picked it up and looked at the crumpled cover. "Could it be fake?"
Just as Mu Anxiao was wondering, Zhang Yan knocked on the door. "Are you up?"
Upon hearing the knock, Mu Anxiao casually put away the Xian Shu and called out, "Is something wrong?" As she spoke, she got out of bed and walked to the door, opening it.
Zhang Yan looked at Mu Anxiao's messy hair and then at the unmade bed inside. "You didn't sleep all night?"
"What's there to sleep about? I've been asleep at your old friend's place all night, wanting to..." Mu Anxiao trailed off, yawning several times.
"I was already asleep," Zhang Yan said, stepping aside and gesturing towards the living room. "Let's go eat."
"Oh." Mu Anxiao nodded and asked, "By the way, do you know any spells to transfer spiritual energy from a mortal body back to a Xian Hun?"
"Spiritual Transfer Art," Zhang Yan said directly.
"I'm talking about spiritual energy. Why are you making up names?" Mu Anxiao frowned.
"It's a shorthand, 'transferring' spirit, meaning spiritual energy," Zhang Yan explained.
"You know this spell." Mu Anxiao was surprised.
"Of course. But why are you asking about this?" Zhang Yan inquired.
Mu Anxiao clicked her tongue. "You don't need to ask so many questions. If you know it, I hope you'll teach me."
"This spell, I've only heard of it. I really..." Zhang Yan rubbed the tip of his nose. "I really don't know it."
"Then who here knows it?" Mu Anxiao asked curiously.
"This..." Zhang Yan pursed his lips and said, "I'm really not sure about this, but I heard that Shen Yan might know."
"Shen Yan." Mu Anxiao repeated, sadness returning to her eyes. "What you said is useless."
"You're using Shen Yan's spells, so you should try to figure it out yourself."
"Figure it out..." Mu Anxiao repeated, letting out a cold laugh. "Never mind, I'd rather eat."
"I'm being serious, you..."
"I know you're being serious, but your serious words," Mu Anxiao pushed Zhang Yan aside, "I don't think they're very likely to be realized." With that, she walked to the coffee table.
Zhang Yan looked at Mu Anxiao's back from the side and said, "You can try."
Mu Anxiao bent down, picked up a fried dough stick, and said as she ate, "Never mind. I'll think of another way. At least," she looked at Zhang Yan, "I know what the spell is called now."