Chapter 92: The Ancestors' Belated Rebellion Stage (19)

Is it resolved?

Ling Qiong had not expected Lou Xingluo to come out so quickly. She had thought there would be some kind of cycle lasting forty-nine days.

That was how it always played out on television, after all.

“Yes.” Lou Xingluo held up the porcelain vial in his hand.

Ling Qiong reached out to take it, and he let her.

“Golden Wind, Jade Dew...” She did not know what to say about that name. Handing the vial back to Lou Xingluo, she asked, “Did you take it?”

Lou Xingluo shook his head. “We leave here first.”

Ling Qiong considered it. “Fine.”

But...

They had a problem now.

Yan Weishan was guarding the only route down the mountain.

If they wanted to leave, they would have to face him.

That was not particularly pleasant.

...

Yan Weishan waited on the mountain road all day, but no one appeared even after nightfall.

The disciples of Butterfly-Seeking Mountain came and went, dealing with the demonic beasts and counting the missing disciples.

Yan Weishan had already informed the nearby disciples of the Azure Purity Sect.

After all, this matter involved the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, and Yue Luo-zhu was here as well.

The people of the Azure Purity Sect had all arrived, yet Ling Qiong was still nowhere to be seen.

It was not until Yan Weishan saw Meng Xin speaking with a disciple that something felt wrong.

He stopped one of the Butterfly-Seeking Mountain disciples. “Is Yue Luo-zhu still inside?”

The disciple was a little frightened. “N-no... she left long ago.”

Yan Weishan: “...”

Left long ago?

From where?

The Butterfly-Seeking Mountain disciples had seen Ling Qiong and Lou Xingluo heading toward the mountain road down below.

If Yan Weishan had not seen them here, then they must have gone down by another path.

...

Ling Qiong had asked the butterfly maiden, and by taking the narrow trail she could avoid Yan Weishan.

After descending the mountain and rejoining Jiang He and the others, Ling Qiong hurried off at once.

Jiang He did not know what had happened, but since Ling Qiong was so desperate to run, she must have caused some trouble.

He really should never have let her go up the mountain alone.

Something had gone wrong, clearly!!

The key problem was that he did not even know what it was!!

Was that not infuriating!!

Before he could even ask Ling Qiong to explain, the carriage was suddenly forced to a stop.

“Senior Brother, it is the Azure Purity Sect’s Immortal Venerable Weishan.”

Jiang He: “...”

Ling Qiong folded her hands neatly in front of her, sitting with impeccable obedience, and flashed Jiang He an innocent smile.

Jiang He: “...”

Pretending!

Just keep pretending!

If she were not his ancestor, he would have already...

Ling Qiong lifted the curtain and looked outside. Yan Weishan stood with hands clasped behind his back in the middle of the road, his white robes flowing in the wind.

A sword appeared in Yan Weishan’s hand out of thin air, its point aimed directly at Ling Qiong. “Yue Luo-zhu, you will not escape today.”

Ling Qiong scratched her head. The protagonist abandoned by the author seemed... a little off.

His mind did not seem entirely sound.

Last time, she had managed to run away; if she wanted to run now, she certainly could again!!

But then again...

Being abandoned by his own creator was rather tragic.

Understandable, understandable.

There were not many such thoughtful little cuties like her left in the world.

Her dark eyes turned, and with a beautiful curve at the corners of her lips, she leaped down from the carriage.

“Don’t be so fierce. Calm down.” Her tone shifted abruptly. “Do you want to know how to save your daughter... disciple?”

Yan Weishan’s pupils contracted. “What did you say?”

Ling Qiong repeated herself. “I said, do you want to save your disciple?”

“You know... impossible!” Yan Weishan’s sharp gaze swept over her. “Xiao Ci’s soul has already scattered. It is utterly impossible... Stop spouting nonsense here!”

He had tried every method, yet he could not find her soul.

She had already vanished completely from this world.

There was no way she could come back to life.

Ling Qiong clasped her hands behind her back and paced over the gravel. “But you forgot that I was there when she died too.”

Yan Weishan: “...”

Yan Weishan’s voice rose sharply. “What did you do!”

When a person dies, their soul remains. So why was there no soul left of Xiao Ci at all?

If someone had done something back then, it would explain everything.

She had been there at the time; Xiao Ci’s death was connected to her. She must have done something.

Ling Qiong stopped, then smiled brightly. “Let’s make a deal. I can tell you how to save your disciple.”

Yan Weishan: “Is Xiao Ci’s soul in your hands?”

“Of course not. Why would I want her soul?” Ling Qiong replied.

“Then how can you save her?”

“I naturally have my own way. By seniority, you ought to call me Ancestor.” Ling Qiong looked utterly confident. “I was never raised in an age where spiritual energy was scarce and lost arts had vanished.”

Yan Weishan’s heartbeat quickened slightly.

He had to admit, she had a point.

In this era, many things had indeed been lost... and the Yue clan had always possessed many mysterious and unfathomable methods.

It was a pity those things had been buried in the tide of time after their family fell apart.

She must know a great deal.

For instance, those lost secret arts and forbidden techniques.

Yan Weishan: “Why should I believe what you say?”

Ling Qiong spread her hands. “I’m not the one who wants to save a disciple. That depends on you—on whether you truly want to save your beloved student.”

Yan Weishan: “...”

Yan Weishan said nothing. It was impossible to tell whether he was weighing her words or considering seizing her first and interrogating her later.

Ling Qiong waited a moment, then smiled softly. “Has Immortal Venerable Weishan decided to make this deal with me?”

Yan Weishan tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

“Why do you want to make this deal with me?”

“I do not want to fight you. You want to save your disciple. Is that not killing two birds with one stone?”

After a struggle in his heart, Yan Weishan finally decided that his disciple mattered more.

“How do I save her?”

...

Jiang He had no chance to speak at all, and could only listen to Ling Qiong rattling on.

The more he listened, the more question marks filled his head.

She could really bring the dead back to life?

Was this little ancestor just making things up?

In the end, under Jiang He’s stunned gaze, Ling Qiong returned to the carriage unharmed, carrying a finely embroidered pouch.

“Little ancestor, what you said just now... was it true?”

Did she really know how to save Yan Weishan’s disciple?

How could that be possible?

If she were talking about reincarnation, he might believe it.

What she had just described was resurrection, not reincarnation.

Lou Xingluo also cast her an inquiring look.

She had said so much outside, and Yan Weishan had clearly believed her.

Not only had he not attacked her, he had even been fooled away by her.

“Of course I was lying to him.” Ling Qiong opened the pouch with delight and took out several spirit coins from inside.

The male lead really was rich. As expected, it was the right choice to fleece the male lead.

Jiang He swallowed. “Little ancestor... you lied to him?”

“If not, then what? Wait for him to kill me?” Ling Qiong asked innocently. “I’m solving problems with wisdom.” And making money while I’m at it—what’s wrong with that?

“When he realizes it, then...”

Ling Qiong rolled her eyes. “It won’t be that fast. Let him find all the things I told him to find first.”

She thought she had made up a perfect story just now.

That was how it was always written on television!

Jiang He: “...”

Lou Xingluo: “In the end, he will always discover that you lied to him.”

What then?

“We’ll deal with it when the time comes.” When the boat reaches the bridge, it will straighten itself.

The things she had named would be harder to gather than reaching the heavens.

Even if Yan Weishan truly found everything, he would still need to fashion a body, and in the end there might even be a need for sacrifice or some such thing.

By the time that whole resurrection process was finished, it would not take a hundred years, but ten years at the very least.

By then, she would already have completed her mission and gone off to enjoy herself in peace.

Who would Yan Weishan go looking for then?