The Silly Immortal Lord Comes Down to Overcome His Tribulation - Chapter 7

Bai Mo clutched his chest. “You… what do you want? Don’t think you can threaten me into marrying you just like this. We aren’t even close!”

His strength abandoned him entirely, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes closing against his will.

Mo Luo’an frowned. Had Chu Yan sustained a head injury? It didn’t look like it. Wait… could it be?! He turned toward his disciple and shouted, “Xiao Bei! Hurry, go to the carriage and get my medicine chest. And bring a stick of calming incense, quick!”

“Oh! Okay!” Mo Be dashed away, his footsteps echoing as he ran.

Bai Mo felt that person leaning in close again. He was like a fish on a cutting board, helpless. As a dignified Immortal Lord and the only son of the richest man in Southern City, how had he fallen into such a predicament? Even in his most miserable ninety-nine previous lives, he had never been in this state. Hm??!!

Why is he kissing me again? “Bastard! Even if you are good-looking, you can’t just molest people like this!”

[Tu-tu, where the hell did you go? Come save me! Someone is molesting me!]

[Tu-tu, ah~ calling, calling!] There was no response. He would have to save himself.

Bai Mo forced his eyes open to push the man away. His eyes opened, but his hands were powerless. No! My first kiss cannot be taken by this person, and I’m the victim here, too!

Hmph! If I’m going to be molested, I’m the one who should be in control! With that thought, he began to wrap his tongue around the other man’s, and finally, he bit down, drawing blood from the other man’s lip.

Mo Luo’an recoiled in pain, touching his broken lip. “What are you doing?”

“That’s my line—what do you think you’re doing?” Bai Mo retorted sharply, not about to let the other man act like the aggrieved one after taking advantage of him.

Thump, thump, thump~

“Master, here’s what you wanted, huff~ huff~” Mo Bei arrived, gasping for air, carrying the wooden chest.

Mo Luo’an hurriedly took the chest, retrieved a small box from a hidden compartment, and took out a Buddhist bead and a red string. He threaded the string through the bead and fastened it around Bai Mo’s neck.

Bai Mo: “…” So he’s giving me a gift? And why does this thing look so familiar?

Mo Luo’an took a finger-thick rope out of the chest.

“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing with that rope? I can’t even move, can we skip this part?” Bai Mo shouted.

“To prevent you from moving halfway through. Xiao Bei!”

Mo Bei understood immediately. He took the rope and began binding Bai Mo’s hands.

Mo Luo’an lit the calming incense and placed it by Bai Mo’s head.

“I’m not dead yet, and you’re already holding a funeral for me? Hey, hey! In broad daylight, why are you pulling at my clothes? I’m warning you, don’t do anything reckless! When I get angry, I scare even myself no! I don’t want this! If I have to be gay, I’m going to be the top—I’m the top! Ah~ tell him to get away! We aren’t doing this with an audience!”

Mo Luo’an brought out a candle and lit it. Because they were outdoors, the wind kept blowing it out. “Xiao Bei, come here and hold it for me.”

Once the candle was lit, he unwrapped the cloth, took out silver needles, and began heating them over the flame with one hand while feeling around Bai Mo’s body with the other.

Bai Mo had never experienced anything like this. His cheeks flushed hot. He wanted to say, Hey, you, stop fumbling around and touching me everywhere! But what came out of his mouth was:

“Are you satisfied with my physique?” I really want to slap myself.

“Hey, hey, hey! Why are you taking out needles? I don’t play these kinds of games you… listen to me, we have traditions…”

“No time for explanations. Forgive me!”

Bai Mo: “?”

Mo Luo’an found the spot and drove the needle in.

“It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts!!” I hate pain more than anything!!

I really can’t play these games. What do I do? My head is so dizzy, I want to sleep. My consciousness is fading. Why does he keep sticking needles in me? What is he doing to me? His consciousness… seemed to clear up a little bit… No, don’t wake up. I don’t want to face the lowest point of my life. Just let me die like this.

And he really did pass out from the pain.

Mo Luo’an concentrated for half an hour. Once he saw the spirit was stabilized, his highly tense nerves finally relaxed, and he wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

“Master, is Brother Yan alright?” Mo Bei asked, looking at the person who had fainted.

Mo Luo’an was silent for a long moment. “Xiao Bei, your Brother Yan is already dead.” He looked at the person lying before him, deep in thought.

Mo Bei’s eyes widened in disbelief, and it took a while before he could find his voice.

“Ah!? Then he… he just now…”

Mo Luo’an shook his head. “He is not your Brother Yan.”

“Brother Yan has been possessed? Then, what do we do? Master, you knew he wasn’t Brother Yan, why save him?” The Brother Yan who had been kind to him was gone, and Mo Bei began to weep.

Mo Luo’an reached out to gently touch the face that stirred something strange within him.

“Chu Yan was murdered. He breathed his last before I could save him. Even with my superior medical skills, I could heal the wounds on his body, but I could not gather his soul and return it in such a short time. Wearing these Soul-Gathering Beads will allow them to slowly condense Chu Yan’s soul; it is not a task that can be accomplished overnight.”

Mo Luo’an’s hand moved to the person’s neck, clutching the red string holding the beads. He took a deep breath and continued:

“I need time. During this time, Chu Yan’s physical body must not suffer any decay. So, no matter who he is… as long as he can take good care of this body for me… when Chu Yan’s soul is restored, he will be brought back to life.”

Hearing that his Brother Yan could still be revived, Mo Bei felt a little better. He wiped away his tears. “Then when will Brother Yan come back to life?”

Mo Luo’an was unsure of the answer. “The fastest would be five years, the slowest… ten or twenty.”

No matter how long, he would wait. But he still hoped the heavens would look upon him with favor and not make him wait that long.

“Ah~ so long. Master, is there any other way to make Brother Yan wake up faster?” He didn’t want to be separated from his Brother Yan for so long; in five years, he would be all grown up.

Mo Luo’an’s eyes flashed. Right. Besides the Soul-Gathering Beads of his Medicine King Valley, there were the Purple Bronze Cup, Blood-Silk Silver, and Spirit Candle Fruit.

The Spirit Candle Fruit was at the Linglan Sect, their sect’s treasure. The Blood-Silk Silver had fallen into the hands of the Hidden Moon Sect, and the Purple Bronze Cup had disappeared hundreds of years ago. If he could obtain the Spirit Candle Fruit or Blood-Silk Silver to help, the soul could be restored within a year. Where should I start?

“Then… Master, if Brother Yan is revived, what will happen to this wild ghost?”

Mo Luo’an frowned. “He… with no body for his soul, perhaps he will scatter into nothingness…”

Time was running out. Mo Luo’an retrieved the silver needles and put them away. “Pack up the things here; we’re leaving.”

Mo Luo’an hoisted the person onto his back and led Mo Bei toward the carriage.