Hearing Lu Wuming's words, for a moment, Liu Buli genuinely wondered if he was under too much pressure and hallucinating.
Otherwise, why would he hear such thoughtless remarks?
He couldn't even tell if Lu Wuming said such things because his disciple was too foolish, or because his disciple treated him like a fool.
Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to calm his emotions. Then, looking into Lu Wuming's eyes, Liu Buli asked word by word, "You say this is safer than holding hands?"
As if he hadn't heard the underlying meaning in Liu Buli's words, Lu Wuming calmly nodded. Then, he responded to Liu Buli, saying, "Actually, it's safe no matter what. But rather than letting Master walk by yourself, I think holding you in my arms will make you safer. After all, if you walk, there's a possibility of slipping. But if I'm holding you, even if my feet slip, I'll prioritize your safety first. So this is better. Master, do you think I'm wrong?"
His answer this time was coherent, making Liu Buli's eyes widen.
He even subconsciously reached out to touch Lu Wuming's forehead. Only after confirming that his forehead temperature was normal did he shake his head and sigh, "Wuming, can you stop being so intermittently sharp-tongued? It always makes me wonder if your usual foolishness is just an act for me?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Liu Buli negated them himself.
Lu Wuming's foolishness was certainly not an act.
Because, to be honest, even if it were an act, it shouldn't be so convincing.
Indeed, upon hearing his question, Lu Wuming pouted. It seemed he found the question uninteresting, but considering he was his Master and his lover, Lu Wuming honestly responded, "I am indeed foolish in some matters, but when it comes to things concerning Master, Wuming is never foolish. We've been together for so long, Master, haven't you felt it yet?"
He had, naturally.
Listening to his words, Liu Buli felt as if he were hearing another heartfelt confession, which made him blush.
He tightened his grip on Lu Wuming's neck, holding him closer. Liu Buli leaned into Lu Wuming's ear and murmured, "But carrying me like this, wouldn't it be inconvenient for climbing the mountain?"
"Who said we're climbing the mountain?" Lu Wuming smiled.
He directly released his spiritual energy and lifted himself and Liu Buli into the air. Sensing the direction where the demonic energy was strongest within the snow-capped mountains ahead, Lu Wuming chanted an incantation and flew directly towards it.
Sensing Lu Wuming's movement, Liu Buli suddenly realized that he had been a bit foolish this time.
After all, he had been a mortal for too long, and with Lu Wuming's teasing, his mind wasn't focused. Seeing the mountains, his instinctive reaction was to climb.
But they were cultivators.
If they lacked even this simple spell, they would be unworthy of the title of cultivator.
This rare moment of foolishness made Liu Buli feel a bit embarrassed. So, he buried his head in Lu Wuming's embrace. After being carried forward for a while, Liu Buli finally asked, "Wuming, do you know where we're going?"
"Naturally, I do," Lu Wuming nodded.
Although he disliked malicious intent, he had to admit that his body was highly sensitive to it. Or, from a certain perspective, he seemed to instinctively chase after malicious and demonic energy. Just standing here, he could clearly sense which part of this vast mountain range harbored deeper malice.
This ability was something even other ghost clan members didn't possess. It was something only he could do, yet it didn't fill him with any pride or self-satisfaction.
Suppressing the restless emotions in his heart, Lu Wuming explained to Liu Buli, "I can sense where the remnant soul left by that evil god is. Master probably can't sense it, right? That kind of aura is quite disgusting. Prepare yourself a little, and you should be able to sense it once we get closer."
Liu Buli certainly understood how different Lu Wuming was from ordinary people, especially when facing such situations. His perception was always so swift and accurate.
Although he couldn't sense anything himself yet, upon hearing Lu Wuming's words, Liu Buli instinctively worried and asked, "Wuming, that's still something left by a deity. If we approach it so rashly, will you feel uncomfortable?"
Lu Wuming blinked.
Usually, when facing ordinary malevolent thoughts, Liu Buli rarely asked him such questions. The fact that he brought it up this time indeed made Lu Wuming not blame Liu Buli for being overly concerned.
After all, a deity was undoubtedly far more powerful than anything left behind by ordinary cultivators or ghost clan members.
Lu Wuming could understand Liu Buli's concern.
However, after seriously sensing his current condition, Lu Wuming revealed a helpless smile. Shaking his head gently, he said, "Master, perhaps that evil god was right. I am his chosen successor. Because when approaching this thing, I don't feel any discomfort. In fact, I feel quite comfortable, an indescribable excitement. If I have any reaction upon getting closer, it definitely won't be a bad one. It's just that if I can't control myself and want to attack you, then Master, please don't be angry with me."
The reaction, which was not much different from usual, made Liu Buli slightly relieved.
As for the last few sentences he spoke, Liu Buli had learned to selectively ignore them.
Because he knew very well that whether he paid serious attention or ignored it, the outcome would be the same.
As long as Lu Wuming absorbed malevolent intent, the matter of him dragging him to have a good workout would be unavoidable.
This time, he was going to absorb the remnant soul of an evil god, which would be thousands of times stronger than before. Because of this, Liu Buli had already prepared himself mentally and wouldn't be swayed by a single sentence.
With this thought, Liu Buli reached out and rubbed Lu Wuming's head. He gave him a big smile and said, "Do whatever you want this time, I'll indulge you. If you can absorb the remnant soul, do so. If not, I won't say anything. Just do what you can, understand?"