The Silly Immortal Lord Comes Down to Overcome His Tribulation - Chapter 8

Bai Mo was jolted awake by a wave of sharp pain. He opened his eyelids slightly.

“Seriously? Why are you sticking so many needles in me again? It hurts!” He felt like he had been turned into a pincushion, and his legs were in extreme pain.

“I’m stabilizing your soul.” Seeing that he was awake, Mo Luo’an began to remove the silver needles from Bai Mo’s body.

“Stabilize my soul? You know who I am?” Bai Mo wanted to get up, but after several attempts, he couldn’t sit up. Finally, Mo Luo’an helped him sit up and lean against the headboard.

“I don’t know who you are, but I know you are not Chu Yan.”

“You… since you know I’m not him, why did you kiss me like that? Don’t tell me you couldn’t tell us apart and made me his substitute.”

“I was transmitting yang energy to you…” Mo Luo’an interrupted Bai Mo.

“Transmitting yang energy? Why would you need to do that? I wasn’t dead.”

Mo Luo’an picked up a bronze mirror from the side. “Take a look at what you look like now.”

“??? This… this is me? Why do I look like this? Where is my incomparably handsome face?”

Bai Mo was horrified. This was definitely not his face. Although the man looked like he was only eighteen or nineteen and had decent features—handsome enough, even if not quite as peerless as his true form—it still wasn’t him.

Is this what novels call transmigration? Did I borrow a corpse to return to life? Is this another life with a fresh start? Regardless, I need to figure this out.

Bai Mo wanted to reach out and take the mirror to see more clearly.

“Hm?? Why can’t I move my hand?”

“Your soul and this body have not yet fully fused, so it doesn’t obey you very well. Please be patient. If you need anything, just tell me, and I will take care of you.”

“So, the only thing I can control right now is my head? Hey wait, I could move my hands earlier! Did you do something to me?” Bai Mo grew suspicious.

Mo Luo’an didn’t know how to explain. “It was likely flexible at first, but you’ve been lying there for three days. By the way, what is your name?”

“It’s been three days?” Seeing that the person before him didn’t seem to be lying, and knowing he was currently at the mercy of others—with his Painting nowhere to be found—Bai Mo assessed his situation. He didn’t want to get killed off before he even got comfortable in this body, which would be a double death. “My name is Bai Mo. Your turn—what’s yours?”

“Mo Luo’an.”

Bai Mo surveyed his surroundings. Ancient times? How did I end up in the ancient era again?

“Where is this?”

“Medicine King Valley.”

“What dynasty? Er… what country?”

“Tianyao Kingdom.”

Bai Mo thought to himself, Thank goodness it’s not the world I lived in before; it would be awkward to run into the ‘me’ from that life.

Gurgle~ gurgle~

Bai Mo glanced at his growling stomach and looked awkwardly at Mo Luo’an, giving him a look that said, You know what I’m thinking, don’t you?

Mo Luo’an saw his awkward expression and said, “You haven’t eaten for three days. I’ll have someone prepare something. Do you want me to help you lie down?”

Bai Mo nodded. Why sit when you can lie down? “Can I order food?”

Mo Luo’an helped Bai Mo lie back down and pulled the quilt up over him. “What would you like to eat?”

“I want meat, Dongpo pork, or roast squab. If there’s no roast squab, roast chicken is fine. I’m not picky.” Bai Mo looked at Mo Luo’an with anticipation.

“No. You haven’t eaten for three days; eating something so greasy isn’t good for your health.” Mo Luo’an refused. “I’ll have someone make you a bowl of porridge.”

You already decided, so why ask me? Is it fun to tease me? Bai Mo swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

“Then can I order fish congee? Preferably with mushrooms added.” After saying this, he put on an especially pitiful look.

Mo Luo’an didn’t want any mishaps with this body. “Then lie down for a moment; I’ll go have it made for you.”

Bai Mo watched the person walk away and stared at the ceiling. Why am I so unlucky this time? I wanted to start as an adult, but I didn’t want to be a paraplegic! Why didn’t you just make me a vegetable? Oh wait, no, I’d be buried alive in this era.

Since I didn’t return to the Immortal Realm, didn’t enter the cycle of reincarnation, and didn’t walk the Three Thousand Paths, is it possible I can still go back to enjoy my wonderful life as a young master? Sigh~ I wonder if the ‘me’ in that world is dead. By the way, where is the Painting of a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains?

[Tu-tu, are you there? Hello? Calling… calling…]

[You could at least answer me! How can you lose me when you’re supposed to be following me? What good are you?]

Bai Mo felt empty inside. After experiencing the company of family and friends, returning to being all alone made him feel quite lonely. Why does my body feel so cold?

Knock, knock—

Hearing the knock, Bai Mo turned his head and saw Mo Bei enter with a Husky.

“Xiao Bei, right? Did your master send you to chat with me?”

Mo Bei walked to the bed and said to the Husky, “Zai Zai, watch him.” He then turned and left without looking back.

“Hey~ what kind of attitude is that? Can’t you see a living person right here? Why the long face?”

Seeing that even such a small child dared to bully him, Bai Mo really wanted to give him a good thrashing.

The moment Mo Bei closed the door, he made a face at Bai Mo.

“You brat, get back here!” Bai Mo shouted.

As Mo Bei walked into the courtyard, he muttered, “His voice is loud; looks like he’s fine.”

Inside the room, Bai Mo and Zai Zai stared at each other.

“Don’t stare at me like that, or I’ll eat dog meat when I get better.”

“Woof~ woof~” Zai Zai’s fur stood on end. It stood up instantly, baring its teeth and glaring fiercely at Bai Mo.

Bai Mo immediately lost his nerve. He was lying there like a corpse; if this dog jumped up to bite him, he would have no strength to fight back. Why do I have to be so big-mouthed? Why provoke it?

“Hehehe, just kidding. Didn’t think you’d be so serious. Zai Zai, right? Let me tell you, I have a little brother named Lightbulb; he’s very good to me. Do you want to be good to me too?”

Bai Mo felt certain that the original Chu Yan must have had a bad relationship with this dog; otherwise, they were old acquaintances, and it shouldn’t be like this.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Luo’an brought in a bowl of congee. Bai Mo had smelled it from far away.

“You’re finally here! I was about to starve to death.”

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” Mo Luo’an placed the bowl on the bedside table, helped Bai Mo sit up, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the bowl, Bai Mo saw it was the fish congee he had ordered, with mushrooms added just as he had asked. Since the man had actually followed his instructions, he didn’t seem so difficult to get along with after all. Bai Mo felt a slight sense of goodwill toward Mo Luo’an.

Since Bai Mo couldn’t move his hands, Mo Luo’an scooped up the congee to feed him, blowing on it first to make sure it wouldn’t burn him.

Although Bai Mo had lived the life of a pampered young master for over twenty years, he hadn’t been fed by anyone since he could eat on his own. Looking at Mo Luo’an’s careful concern, he thought, This man isn’t half bad.

After Bai Mo finished eating and fell asleep, Mo Luo’an went to his study. The men he had sent to inquire about the Peacock Villa had returned.

“Valley Master.” Two subordinates knelt on one knee to salute Mo Luo’an.

“Rise. Mo Xiao, what did you find?”

“When your subordinates arrived, Peacock Villa had been razed by a great fire; there were no survivors. We found the bodies of Villa Master Chu and his wife on the hill behind the villa; they have now been placed in the valley’s mortuary. Valley Master, your subordinates did not find the Peacock Feathers, but we did find this in the ruins.” Mo Xiao took a pendant from his bosom and presented it to Mo Luo’an.

Mo Luo’an looked at the item in his hand.

“An object of the Hidden Moon Sect. Did you encounter them?”

“No.” They had only seen footprints in the ruins, as if someone had inspected it before them.

“Very well, you may go.”

Mo Luo’an stared at the pendant for a long while. The Hidden Moon Sect, is it? Whoever it is, I will not let them go for harming Chu Yan.

Clutching the pendant tightly, Mo Luo’an walked out of the study. Now that “Chu Yan” was no longer the original Chu Yan, he would still have to take care of the funeral arrangements for Villa Master Chu and his wife.