There is Still Such A Good Thing? - Chapter 15

Wu Lingchan cut class with a fierce determination.

However, while skipping class felt imposing, he was a newcomer with nowhere to go. After wandering in circles for a while, he simply headed to the back mountain of Si Zhuo Academy.

The half-demon followed him step for step. After thinking it over, he probed cautiously: “Kunfu Ruins are already under the control of Chen Jun. It will do you no good to set yourself against him.”

Wu Lingchan stopped in his tracks, stood on tiptoe, and pressed his hands on the half-demon’s shoulders: “Look at my face.”

The half-demon took one look and quickly looked away.

“Does this face of mine look like it is easy to bully?” Wu Lingchan made a fierce expression, baring his teeth. “Or do you mean to say I should suppress my true feelings, bow to others’ whims, and listen to Xun Ye just to run off to Pihan Terrace, bow before Chen Jun, and act grateful?”

Once he started speaking the familiar Immortal Alliance language, Wu Lingchan’s vocabulary flowed in endless strings.

The half-demon was stunned.

Living life while hiding and cowering like a stray dog was his way of surviving.

Wu Lingchan was not like him.

How could a mayfly that lives and dies in a single day compare to the moon in the sky?

Wu Lingchan sneered: “It was he who scolded me without distinguishing right from wrong. I will not swallow this insult!”

The half-demon still felt an instinctive fear of Chen She: “Demonic Qi is not a good thing.”

“If it is not a good thing, why did you give it to me?”

“I thought you would use it for something else.” Who could have guessed Wu Lingchan would place it directly into his Dantian?

“Little Sheep,” Wu Lingchan smiled, “If you talk back again, do not follow me in the future!”

The half-demon paused for a while, murmuring in a low voice: “Can I always follow you?”

“Yes, you can.”

The half-demon asked again: “Will I not be killed?”

Maple leaves fell from the forest, drifting down like falling blossoms. Wu Lingchan walked along the long, winding path, and hearing this, he looked back: “What? Are you afraid of death?”

The half-demon did not consider the fear of death shameful and nodded emphatically: “Yes!”

Wu Lingchan had never been taught by anyone; not only did he have the temperament of a child, but he would also hop from time to time as he walked, his shoe tips kicking at his layered robes so they unfolded like flower petals.

“All right, follow me. You will have plenty to eat and drink, and no one will bully you. If we encounter danger later, just hide in Xuanxiang’s space.”

The half-demon asked hurriedly: “What about the Young Lord?”

Wu Lingchan glanced at him: “I am different. If I encounter danger, I can always turn it into safety.”

Half-demon: “…”

Where on earth does this confidence come from?

The half-demon was still stunned when he saw Wu Lingchan take out a brush from who knows where, dip it in the ink from the block on his wrist, and write a character on the back of his hand with utmost seriousness.

“Wu.”

The half-demon was completely dumbfounded.

Wu Lingchan asked while writing: “What is your name?”

Half-demon: “Qingyang.”

Wu Lingchan was surprised: “Is it really Little Sheep?”

Qingyang: “…”

Forget it, he can call him whatever he wants.

Wu Lingchan had succeeded in finding someone in the Demon Clan to pledge allegiance to him. His eyebrows danced with joy as he turned the brush and stuck it back into his hair, beginning to ponder once more.

Where should he go to find the second person to pledge allegiance to him?

Just as he thought of this, a familiar voice drifted over.

“Oh my, isn’t this our Young Lord Wu Kunkun from the Fengyu Small Studio?”

Wu Lingchan: “Oh my, the loser!”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Wu Lingchan’s four words won the first round. Chi Fuhan descended from the sky, stepping on a small flat boat that looked like a green leaf, his black-and-white robes fluttering elegantly.

“What is the Young Lord doing here instead of taking the small exam?”

The half-demon had an instinctive fear of people and had already hidden in the nearby woods before the person arrived, not daring to show his face.

Because they had clashed the day before due to Chi Fuhan’s provocation, leading to Wu Lingchan being scolded by Chen She, Wu Lingchan did not vent his anger on Chi Fuhan. Instead, he wandered over to look at the beautiful, leaf-like flat boat beneath Chi Fuhan’s feet.

“What is this?”

Chi Fuhan shook his hair proudly: “This is my new magic artifact, Guanpinglu! It can soar to the heavens to view the mountains and seas, letting the turtles chase behind me in vain.”

Wu Lingchan said “Oh”: “What rank is it?”

Chi Fuhan boasted: “An artifact like this, which can save one’s life at a critical moment, is extremely rare. It is unique, just like your Four-Nether Gold Bell. I spent a fortune to get it, and today is my first time using it.”

Wu Lingchan asked humbly: “Oh! So what rank is it?”

Chi Fuhan: “That millennial second-place loser Wen Gu is still huffing and puffing away dozens of miles behind, totally unable to catch up to me.”

Wu Lingchan: “So what rank is it?”

Chi Fuhan: “Do you have something to do or not? If not, get lost.”

Wu Lingchan: “…”

“I cannot be bothered to play with you,” Chi Fuhan said. “Today, there are strong Demonic Auras fluctuating in Si Zhuo Academy. My teacher says a Void Rift from the Reincarnation Tombs might appear. Wen Gu and I are patrolling everywhere. Do not run around. Return to the Fengyu Small Studio quickly.”

Wu Lingchan did not fully understand, raised his hand to flick a trail of ink, and wrapped it around the flat boat beneath Chi Fuhan’s feet: “Wait.”

Chi Fuhan was about to take off when he was snatched back, nearly falling face-first to the ground. He roared: “Wu Kunkun! Do you want to die?! Retract your ink! You dirtied my new magic artifact!”

Wu Lingchan paid no heed, just as he never heard Xuanxiang scolding him not to call him Mobao: “I want to ask, what is Demonic Qi?”

Chi Fuhan stood gracefully on it, and seeing the little ink mark left on the flat boat beneath his feet, he was furious, seething with anger.

“Something used by demonic beasts for cultivation. How can it be a good thing?! I advise you not to meddle with Demonic Qi. Return to the studio quickly. If something happens, at least Bai Cang can protect you.”

Before he could finish, a series of urgent heavy bells rang out in Si Zhuo Academy.

One ring, two rings…

Seven rings in total.

Chi Fuhan’s expression changed. He immediately grabbed the back of Wu Lingchan’s collar, tossed him onto the flat boat, and took to the sky without even saying goodbye.

Guanpinglu was indeed an artifact for escaping. Before Wu Lingchan could even react, they were already flying.

Leaving Qingyang behind, dumbfounded as he watched a trail of white smoke at the horizon.

Chi Fuhan did not like Wu Kunkun, but he knew that Chen Jun favored and valued this person. No matter how annoyed he was, he could only grit his teeth and protect him. Chi Fuhan moved quickly, and in less than three breaths, he delivered Wu Lingchan to the Fengyu Small Studio, saying in a deep voice: “There is a beast tide from the Reincarnation Tombs in the back mountain. It is very dangerous. You stay in the studio.”

Having said that, he flew away with a whoosh, not waiting for Wu Lingchan to chatter.

Wu Lingchan: “…”

Wu Lingchan stared in the direction of Chi Fuhan’s departure, lost in thought: “Hmm? Being so good to me, does he want to pledge allegiance to me? Then I will reluctantly let him be the second protector.”

Xuanxiang: “…”

The bells of Si Zhuo Academy rang throughout the area. The young cubs, not knowing what danger was, all curiously hung from the windows to look out, their faces full of excitement.

Wu Lingchan closed his eyes and sensed that Qingyang was still in the back mountain, seemingly rushing toward here.

Qingyang had ways to save his own life while scavenging for Demonic Qi during the beast slaughter, so he did not need to worry about him.

Wu Lingchan was just about to return to the studio when he saw Bai Cang, a teacher who had only arrived a few days ago, rush over: “Young Lord? You have returned just in time! A child is missing in the studio!”

Wu Lingchan offered his experience: “Have you checked the water tank? They love to scare people. Just block the hole with a straw on the water surface, and they will not be able to hold their breath and will jump out in a while.”

Bai Cang: “…”

Bai Cang could neither laugh nor cry: “We have checked everywhere. Everyone says that child slipped out to find you because you did not come to the small exam.”

Wu Lingchan was startled: “Find me? How would he find me?”

“They say he gave you a small leaf a few days ago with a tracking array carved on it.”

Wu Lingchan: “…”

It had always been Wu Lingchan using ink to track others; this was the first time he had been tracked.

He dug through the gold jewelry at his waist for a long time before finally finding a small gold leaf, and sure enough, a clumsy array was carved onto it.

Wu Lingchan stroked the array, his expression changing abruptly.

If that child had chased into the back mountain…

Wu Lingchan’s concern was like the ink dots he scattered; although faint, they were everywhere. He had only spent a few days with those children, and while their relationship was not deep, he could not leave him to face danger.

Xuanxiang transformed into wings and carried Wu Lingchan, clinking and clanking, as they flew toward the back mountain.

Bai Cang followed close behind. He looked weak and timid, but his cultivation was quite good, as he caught up with Xuanxiang in an instant, observing his surroundings with worry.

“He should not be able to reach the back mountain’s depths,” Xuanxiang said. “There are barriers throughout Si Zhuo Academy. Even if the Reincarnation Tombs beast tide emerges from a rift, it would only be in the depths behind the academy.”

Wu Lingchan nodded.

The two soon reached the outer perimeter of the back mountain.

Bai Cang landed lightly, closed his eyes, and channeled his spiritual power, which surged around them, soon finding an anomaly.

Wu Lingchan followed, the ornaments on his robes ringing, which was quite noisy: “What is it?”

Bai Cang picked up a tiny brush from the layers of fallen leaves; it was the missing child’s.

Wu Lingchan frowned: “Can we still find him?”

Bai Cang nodded, raising his hand to summon a compass-like artifact: “My life-bound artifact can track auras. We will certainly find him.”

A scarlet tongue floated out from the compass and licked the brush fiercely. Then, the complex compass spun, and the tongue suddenly turned into an eye, staring straight ahead.

Wu Lingchan looked up.

A fine line of red light floated from the brush, extending toward the depths of the back mountain.

That mischievous brat had indeed gone in.

Wu Lingchan flew, clinking and clanking, as he talked to Xuanxiang: “Such a troublesome child, not staying put and insisting on causing trouble everywhere. How much trouble is this adding to me? Mobao! Do you know how angry I am right now?”

Xuanxiang: “…”

Xuanxiang was silent for ten full seconds, then murmured eerily: “Is that so? I have never known such a feeling.”

Wu Lingchan did not catch the sarcasm in Xuanxiang’s tone. He stared at the red tracking line extending into the distance, and not knowing what he discovered, his eyebrows lifted slightly.

Just then, in the distance, a demonic beast was gnawing on the corpse of one of its own kind, with purple mist filling the area.

Wu Lingchan stopped.

Bai Cang was still anxious and immediately stopped: “What is it, Young Lord?”

Wu Lingchan hesitated, acting timidly: “That demonic beast is so scary…”

Bai Cang comforted him: “Young Lord, do not be afraid. That demonic beast is a land-walking beast. We are flying; it will not attack us.”

Wu Lingchan looked at him eagerly: “Can I have that demonic beast’s inner core?”

Bai Cang was stunned: “Why do you want that thing? Saving the child is more important!”

“Demonic beasts are rare, and I want Demonic Qi,” Wu Lingchan said with an aggrieved anger in his eyes. “I had a fight with Chen Jun, and he told me not to touch Demonic Qi, so I must touch it! I want lots of Demonic Qi! Make him angry to death!”

Bai Cang: “…”

Bai Cang seemed helpless, but he still flew down.

His cultivation was already at the late stage of the Golden Core. He quickly took the life of the demonic beast and dissected the inner core for Wu Lingchan.

Wu Lingchan’s face was pale, but his beautiful eyes were happy as he accepted it: “Thank you, Teacher!”

Bai Cang’s face was still stained with blood, and he smiled reluctantly: “It is nothing. The tracking line stopped twenty miles away. If we do not go find him now, it will disperse.”

Wu Lingchan nodded: “Oh!”

The two continued to fly forward. Where Bai Cang was not paying attention, Wu Lingchan moved his fingers slightly. The inner core filled with purple mist was wrapped in a mass of ink and quietly fell from the sky.

When it landed on the ground, it was lazily caught in the palm of a long, jade-like hand.

The direction the compass pointed was a wasteland in the back mountain that was almost to the outer reaches of the Reincarnation Tombs. Wu Lingchan followed Bai Cang quietly and finally stopped beside a dead tree.

“Is it here?”

“Yes.” Bai Cang nodded.

Wu Lingchan walked quickly to the hollow of the dead tree, confused: “He is just a five-year-old child, how could he run this far? Is Teacher Bai sure he did not find the wrong place?”

Bai Cang stared at Wu Lingchan’s slender back, a smile appearing on his usually timid face.

The tongue suddenly appeared in the compass, rolled around Wu Lingchan’s waist with overwhelming force, and threw him fiercely into the tree hollow.

Bang.

Wu Lingchan was caught off guard and tumbled into a heap. He had never suffered such grievances before, and before he could stand up, he first scolded: “Presumptuous! What are you doing?!”

Bai Cang walked in slowly, looking at him with a smirk: “Jiang Zhengliu always felt you were deep-scheming, playing the pig to eat the tiger, and I actually believed it. Looking at you today, it turns out you are truly stupid.”

Wu Lingchan did not quite understand: “You are one of Jiang Zhengliu’s people? What do you want to do by tricking me here?”

Bai Cang stroked the compass nonchalantly and did not answer.

Wu Lingchan was just about to escape when a vine suddenly extended from the tree hollow, binding his limbs and waist tightly and pinning him to the tree root, causing him to cry out in pain.

A person walked slowly out of the darkness, saying indifferently: “Young Lord, you just arrived, why are you in such a hurry to leave?”

Wu Lingchan was in pain, struggling to look up.

The man’s face was charcoal black; it was the Fifth Elder who had been drenched in ink by Wu Lingchan a few days ago.

“The two of you, are you together?” Wu Lingchan glanced at them. “Do not think about harming me, otherwise I will absolutely not let you off.”

The Fifth Elder laughed: “Young Lord, do not make things difficult for us. If you want to blame someone, blame Chen She for exterminating the Reincarnation Tombs; otherwise, we would not have set our sights on you.”

Bai Cang said impatiently: “Night is long and full of dreams. Do not talk nonsense with him.”

He blew a whistle, and the dead tree above his head was shattered by a giant claw, which then pinned Wu Lingchan to the ground by his chest.

Wu Lingchan’s face went pale.

The giant demonic beast in front of him could not be identified; its face was hideous and terrifying, but its body was covered in rubble resembling stones, with moss crawling over its cheeks.

It was bizarrely terrifying.

The beast’s pupils were dim, staring straight at Wu Lingchan, speaking in a human voice.

“Fish Key…”

“Key!”

As soon as he finished speaking, it opened its fangs wide and swallowed Wu Lingchan—person and vine included—in one gulp.

Seeing this, Bai Cang and the Fifth Elder showed a flash of ecstasy on their faces.

“The Boundary Gate of the Reincarnation Tombs is finally about to open wide!”

The beast swallowed Wu Lingchan and roared to the heavens, the majestic spiritual power spreading out in all directions like a huge gale.

Deep in the Reincarnation Tombs, countless demonic beasts roared and followed, waiting for the boundary gate to open and flatten the Three Realms!

Flatten the Three Realms.

Three Realms.

The boundary gate remained completely motionless.

Bai Cang frowned slightly, and he and the Fifth Elder looked at each other in dismay.

Just then, the giant demonic beast suddenly shook its body and spat out something fiercely.

“Spit!”

The two and the beast all looked down at the ground at the same time.

That was not Wu Lingchan’s skeleton.

It was a puddle of ink.

Bai Cang was stunned, and in an instant, he linked all the oddities along the way together. After figuring it out, he nearly stopped breathing.

No wonder Wu Lingchan seemed a bit off after he went down to kill the beast and came back.

That little Young Lord had actually seen through his purpose and had used a trick to escape the shell!

Bai Cang’s face was gloomy. Finally, he realized what Jiang Zhengliu meant by “the Young Lord is deeply scheming and has great ambition.”

Truly terrifying.

The greenness on the Fifth Elder’s face was about to surpass the color of ink: “What should we do now?”

“In such a short time, he cannot run out of the back mountain!” Bai Cang decided immediately, “Tear open the void immediately, do not let him escape!”

Exposing their identities was a risk, and in the future, Chen She would certainly be on guard.

There was only one chance.

Thirty miles away.

Wu Lingchan’s true self was flapping his wings and flying toward the exit without stopping.

Qingyang had reunited with him by now. He could not catch up to the flying Wu Lingchan, so he gritted his teeth and turned into the shape of a demonic goat, galloping with his hooves.

Seeing that Qingyang could run faster than he could fly, Wu Lingchan simply dropped down and rode on the back of the demonic goat.

Qingyang was not angry, trying his best to run steadily while asking: “Young Lord, how did you know that teacher had a problem?”

“It was full of flaws,” Wu Lingchan said proudly. “Using a child to lure me into the trap, the method was too inferior. I saw through his intentions from the very beginning.”

Qingyang: “Young Lord is as clear-sighted as a fire and as bright as a mirror.”

Xuanxiang demolished him: “Actually, it was because after he went into the back mountain, he found ink left on the Fifth Elder, which is why he thought something was fishy.”

Qingyang: “…”

Wu Lingchan did not care about the details. He was shaken, clinking and clanking on the back of the goat, the beads of his hair ornament hitting his face. He held the white inner core he had gotten for nothing, laughing wildly.

“Still want to lie to your Young Lord Kunkun! Go cultivate for another hundred years! Hahahahaha!”