After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 68

“No physical form…” Qiu Fuxue’s expression was solemn. This was not good news.

Although the Fiend Cloud had no offensive power, it had to be captured three times by Jiufang Cangze  and had its energy completely drained before Lunling  could capture it.

He only hoped that this time, the fiend Ying  would not come at such a high cost.

“Wuwu…” The little sooty ball in his arms suddenly nudged him. It was holding his arm with its two front paws, acting spoiled.

Qiu Fuxue laughed. “Are you hungry?”

With that, he took out a bag of pastries from his storage pouch, carefully broke them into small pieces, and fed them to Little Sootball.

Jiufang Cangze’s mind suddenly went blank, and an inappropriate scene flashed into his mind.

It was when Qiu Fuxue was forced to curl up in his arms to eat…

“Jiufang Cangze…?”

The low, angry voice made him jump.

Qiu Fuxue’s eyes were dark. Although he didn’t know what the other man was thinking, he knew it was nothing good.

Jiufang Cangze pretended to touch his nose, stiffly changing the subject. “Um… how do you plan to catch Ying?”

Qiu Fuxue countered with a question. “How do you think we should catch it?”

“I…” Jiufang Cangze was speechless for a moment.

He had no spiritual core but was still alive. Besides Ye Chu, only Qiu Fuxue knew. They were both smart, and although it wasn’t explicitly stated, they must have guessed something.

Qiu Fuxue’s question was clearly a test.

Just as Jiufang Cangze was at a loss, a black cloud wrapped in wind and snow shot in through the window, breaking the awkward silence.

The little sword spirit shook the snow from its body, then perched on its master’s shoulder and whispered a few words. Then it turned its head, and the entire cloud froze.

What is that white cloud in its master’s arms?!

Little Sootball had never seen the sword spirit before. It tilted its head curiously and reached out a paw to touch it.

The sword spirit would not let it succeed. It flipped in the air and crashed into Qiu Fuxue’s face, showing off its master’s love for it.

Jiufang Cangze looked at the two little creatures circling Qiu Fuxue with amusement. “Oh, is it jealous?”

Holding down one of the rowdy little creatures with one hand, Qiu Fuxue looked up, his expression unfriendly. “I have something to tell you.”

The next morning, Jiufang Cangze went door to door to ask questions. He was met with cold glares and sarcastic remarks. Finally, he had to shamelessly use his good looks to get what he wanted from a naive young girl.

When he returned to the inn, Qiu Fuxue and Shengyan were having breakfast.

“I found out.” Jiufang Cangze sat down, out of breath. He poured himself a cup of tea. “The painter’s name is Xue Linwu. He lives in the northern part of the town. He has painted a painting like that for almost every household in town, but they won’t say why.”

Shengyan put a small bun in his mouth and said quietly, “Chuanze, you’re using Sect Leader Qiu’s cup…”

Jiufang Cangze froze. He looked up and saw that Qiu Fuxue’s face was as dark as the bottom of a wok.

But he acted as if he wasn’t afraid of dying. He took another sip from the cup and then put it back.

We’ve done the most intimate things together, and he still cares about these little details…

With a clink, Qiu Fuxue put a new teacup in front of him, got up, and said, “Let’s go find that Xue Linwu!”

The streak of white disappeared around the corner. Only then did Shengyan nervously put an arm around Jiufang Cangze and say quietly, “Brother, lust is a dagger to the head! Watch yourself!”

The north side of Ruibai Town was a deep forest where the dangerous snow wolves roamed. Thus, almost no one lived there.

The further north they went, the more desolate it became. There was no sign of life in the middle of the day. This made it easy for them to find the only intact house, which soon appeared before them.

Shengyan hugged his arms, goosebumps all over. He kicked a snowdrift on the ground. “Are all painters so mystical? Don’t they get scared of ghosts living in this godforsaken place at night?”

“The ghost realm has been strictly sealed off in recent years. Ghosts won’t appear in the human world without reason,” Qiu Fuxue said calmly.

When they arrived at the house, Qiu Fuxue was the first to go up and knock.

“Who is it—?”

A simply dressed young girl with a clear voice came to open the door.

When the girl saw the three strangers, she froze and instinctively tried to close the door. But Qiu Fuxue reached out and stopped her. “We’re here to see Painter Xue.”

The girl used all her strength to hold the door, not wanting them to enter. “My master is not feeling well. He doesn’t see outsiders from town!”

“Then we’ll talk to you instead.”

A cold voice drifted from his side. The girl only saw a flash of white in front of her. The person opposite her took out a long sword from who knows where and held it to her throat.

Shengyan’s eyes widened in shock at his decisive action, while a hint of amusement flashed in Jiufang Cangze’s eyes.

A-Xue is really different from before.

“You…” The girl looked at the sharp blade, her face filled with terror. She subconsciously took a few steps back.

Just then, a man’s voice came from the courtyard. “Cai’er (采兒), let them in.”

The girl named Cai’er bit her lower lip, her eyes welling up with tears. She reluctantly opened the door.

Qiu Fuxue put his sword away. When he entered the courtyard, he saw a pale young man sitting in a wheelchair with a wooden easel in front of him.

The latter said indifferently, “May I ask why you gentlemen have come?”

“We’re here for a painting,” Qiu Fuxue said concisely.

His long fingers gripped a paintbrush. Xue Linwu drew on the canvas in front of him, stroke by stroke, saying unhurriedly, “What kind of painting does the gentleman want?”

Qiu Fuxue stared at his legs, which were hidden under a thick blanket. He suddenly pointed at Jiufang Cangze. “Paint a portrait of him.”

The people present all looked at Jiufang Cangze. Even he blinked, unsure. “…Me?”

Xue Linwu finally moved his eyes from the painting and stared straight at Qiu Fuxue. “My brush holds a spirit. I cannot paint people.”

The latter looked at the mountains and rivers in his painting. “I have seen many spiritual beings in this world. How can a spirit that can paint mountains and rivers not be able to paint people?”

Xue Linwu put down his paintbrush. He turned his wheelchair, and the hot air he exhaled instantly turned into a mist. “The places in my paintings are all spiritually barren. If I were to paint a person as you say, I’m afraid that person would end up just like these places.”

Shengyan pondered for a long time before he understood what he meant. He turned to Jiufang Cangze and said, “Chuanze, it seems Sect Leader Qiu doesn’t like you very much. He wants you dead.”

Jiufang Cangze gave him a silent punch in the back.

Qiu Fuxue turned with Xue Linwu, seemingly examining the painting.

“If you can’t paint people, then paint something else.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his arm and waved his sleeve. An illusion of a desert at sunset instantly appeared in the air.

Shengyan’s jaw dropped in surprise, but Jiufang Cangze froze when he saw the illusion.

Isn’t that the Moonlight Wall…

“So you are a person of the immortal sect.” Seeing him cast a spell, Xue Linwu only said with a hint of admiration. “I can paint this illusion, but you must provide the price to make me move my brush.”