Yin Yue’s sharp eyes narrowed: “Want to know more? Shall I take you to fight?”
Rong Yi crossed her arms and nodded.
Only through fighting could she level up; only by leveling up could she use the “Meet the Parents” skill on Yin Yue. Then, no matter what big boss or demon he might be, they would all kneel down and call her “big sister-in-law”!
Yin Yue was not a fool who would do whatever he was told. Rong Yi was prepared to bargain with him, but to her surprise, he readily agreed: “Sure.”
“But you have to let me study.”
“Study? Study what?”
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to exert yourself. Just be honest in your performance,” Yin Yue circled around her, eyes full of curiosity. “I’ve only read about it in books, never seen a ‘natural spirit’ with my own eyes.”
Yin Yue was trustworthy. Even though it was late, he still took Rong Yi out to spar with the disciples until dinnertime.
He had reached the stage of fasting cultivation and didn’t need to eat, but Rong Yi couldn’t help but salivate at the scent of food in the air.
Yin Yue chuckled, “Aren’t you a natural spirit? Why do you still experience hunger?”
Rong Yi couldn’t be bothered to explain, but Yin Yue, having some sense of decency, took her to the disciples’ cafeteria. There, they caught the sect master secretly nibbling on a chicken leg.
Seeing someone approaching, the sect master hastily hid the chicken leg behind his back before relaxing upon seeing Yin Yue. “You brat, walk more quietly.”
Yin Yue kindly requested a bowl of pork rib and yam soup from the kitchen for the master. The ribs were cooked so tender that they fell off the bone easily, and the yam was so soft that it seemed to melt at the touch of the chopsticks.
Despite wanting to leave behind the cycle of eating, drinking, and all other humanly matters in the world of cultivating immortals, why did the food have to taste so delicious? It made people lose their desire to cultivate and instead revel in the delights of the mortal world!
Rong Yi, salivating, was already plotting. Once she reached the sufficient level, using the information about “mothers” to entice Yin Yue into finding a way for her to enjoy some delicacies from the immortal world wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“Master, do you understand natural spirits?” Yin Yue glanced at Rong Yi’s longing eyes as he casually questioned the sect master, who was busy eating without lifting his head.
The sect master raised his head from the steaming bowl of soup. “Understand? They are just spirits that have been around for a long time. Not surprising.”
“Just spirits? Then why do they have desires for human food?”
“That wouldn’t be a natural spirit but rather a human soul attached to an inanimate object, perhaps losing the memory of being human. Most of those items are what the person was most obsessed with during their life.” The old man finally realized and looked suspiciously at Yin Yue. “Do you have a natural spirit by your side?”
“Sort of. It’s nothing important and harmless.”
The topic shifted, and Rong Yi sniffed the aroma before being dragged off to compete in various martial arts. Yin Yue, exceptionally talented, had no match among the disciples, swiftly defeating them within five moves. The disciples bruised and swollen, speculated that Yin Yue might be heartbroken, as he never resorted to violence like this before. Today, he seemed eager to beat people up, even using his old sword against their prized weapons, leaving them both powerless and frustrated.
Rong Yi finally reached the intermediate skill level, just a bit more experience needed to be able to “speak”!
However, as if sensing her ultimate goal, Yin Yue stopped at that moment and sheathed his sword.
Rong Yi: …
After all the exercise, Yin Yue remained as composed and fresh as a fairy, without a hint of sweat.
“It’s my turn now.” He returned to his room and took out a map from the shelf. “Where is my mother now?”
His transparent finger pointed to the “Yearning Gate.”
Yin Yue nodded, “It’s late today; we’ll leave tomorrow.”
Going out? Going to Acacia Sect? Besides, you are an immortal cultivator, do you still need to sleep?
Of course Yin Yue did not care about her doubts, hung his sword on the wall, sat down on his knees on the bed with no bedding, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
About a quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a dagger drifted from the desk, and he pushed up his sleeve, allowing it to make a deep cut on his arm.
Rong Yi saw dozens of gruesome cuts on the arm, which was sculpted by muscles and sinews and had the beauty of a male line, with deep and shallow cuts, some of which were almost the same color as his skin, and some of which were just barely scabbed over.
Is this guy a self-mutilator?
I saw that he had made the wounds bigger, used a porcelain cup to catch half a cup of thick blood, and sealed the wounds with a decision.
Then he sprinkled some powder on the wound. However, this powder did not seem to be used for healing, because once it touched the flesh and blood, the powder boiled up with the blood. Yin Yue’s face suddenly turned pale, his arms and neck veins rippled and his muscles tensed.
He was enduring.
Rong Yi even heard the sound of burning on the wound.
After the powder was consumed, the boiling on the wound gradually stopped, and the pink blood foam that gushed out wet his sleeve.
Rong Yi frowned at the sight. Yin Yue is crazy, not only is he cruel to her, he is even more cruel to himself. He looked at his arm, which was gushing with blood, his face was pale, his buns were sweating coldly, but he could still laugh.
I heard him murmur: “A hundred poisons do not invade …… me in the end what kind of monster.”
Rong Yi’s heart suddenly moved.
This Yin Yue, it seems that this is not the first time to do experiments on their own body, each experiment is probably this way to use poison to erode their own body to see the reaction, so that they can come to the conclusion of invulnerable to all poisons.
Although it is a person who cultivates immortals, but it is not a body that is invulnerable to all poisons. If one were to talk about being invulnerable to all poisons, I don’t know how many people would envy them.
But Yin Yue didn’t look happy at all. Perhaps his unique body means a certain lineage in the Immortal Cultivation world that he is not proud of. He was abandoned at a young age, and has been exploring his own body’s features as he has become more concerned about the bloodlines of his birth parents.
Yung Yi: Do you know of anyone who is invulnerable to all poisons?
Raymond: Impervious to all poisons? It’s either an ascended immortal or a demon. Or a demon.
Rong Yi: Demons?
Raymond: Demons’ flesh and blood are so poisonous that all poisons in the world are just scratchy to them.
It all makes sense: Yin Yue has demon blood – and it’s supposed to come from his father – who contacted him near the end of the demon invasion of the Immortal World, hoping that he’d become an inside man. Yin Yue should have hated his father, but for some reason he finally complied with his father’s request, and even took on the posture of a Demon when the entrance to the Demon Realm was opened. She has black eyes and red blood lines.
Luo Yuanyue and ICE began to use the demon bloodline as an excuse to ask Fairy Linlang if she had any lost heirs, and if she had ever met anyone from the demon race. However, Fairy Linlang is very sure that she has been celibate for her whole life and is a very determined celibate who practiced the Emotionless Path a long time ago, and would never come out to cause harm to others. The head of the Acacia Sect also gave the same answer.
The fact that Fairy Lin Lang is not Yin Yue’s biological mother is almost a dead giveaway. However, Rong Yi could not tell Yin Yue about this.
Because that was the only bargaining chip she had with Yin Yue.
Carrying the secret in her heart, she watched Yin Yue conduct human experiments all night. When he finished poisoning himself, he took out a notebook and made a note. Rong Yi drifted over to look at it and realized that it was densely packed with records of how various poisons reacted to his body.
What a madman.
“You seem to be exceptionally interested in my affairs.” Yin Yue wrote down the results of this experiment and casually added some golden leaves to the blood left aside. The blood immediately turned transparent and glowed with a strange golden light.
“Rong Yi said, ‘I’m stuck here and can’t go anywhere, can’t even speak. Other than watching you perform, what else can I do?’
‘Today I sparred with you for two hours. According to our agreement, you have to tell me about my mother.’
He tossed over a book, ‘Thousand Character Classic,’ and a cultivation enlightenment book called ‘Harmony Breathing Technique,’ gesturing for Rong Yi to point out words.
After reaching intermediate skill level in training, Rong Yi could now easily control her sword body. She didn’t need Yin Yue’s help; she flipped the pages of the sword and pointed out a sentence.
‘Why do you hate your father?’
In the matter of abandonment, both parents were at fault. Why did he solely hate his father and have endless attachment to his mother?
Yin Yue suddenly reached out and grasped the sword.
The feelings from the object were projected onto the spiritual body. When Yin Yue held her in a fight, she felt her hand being held; when Yin Yue gripped the middle of the sheath like now, she felt her throat being strangled.
‘I’m the one asking questions, not you,’ Yin Yue stared at her struggling in the air with an unfriendly look. ‘I agreed to trade with you because I don’t like forcing others. If you don’t accept this kindness, I have ways to make you want to spill everything you know.’
Rong Yi struggled to breathe and nodded.
She understood. She understood, never bargain with a lunatic.
Yin Yue let go, and Rong Yi immediately took a deep breath of air. He then showed that look as if he found a new toy, ‘Does the spiritual body need to breathe? Or is it just you?’
Rong Yi regained her composure and continued to point out a sentence with the sword:
‘She also hates your father.’
Yin Yue frowned, ‘Of course, I know she hates that man. Without that man, I should have grown up peacefully by my mother’s side!’
It seems Yin Yue was forcibly taken away from his mother by his father, no wonder he would hate his father. But how did he know about these events when he was abandoned in infancy?
Who told him?
The palace owner? Or some hidden NPC clues they hadn’t discovered yet?
Seeing Yin Yue’s displeasure, Rong Yi quickly pointed out another sentence:
‘I will take you to see her tomorrow.’
Yin Yue nodded, ‘Naturally. But if you dare to play any tricks—’ He slowly took off the sheath, his jade-like slender fingers sliding over the sword.
Rong Yi felt as if his fingers lightly touched her spine, and goosebumps uncontrollably appeared where Yin Yue’s fingers passed.
Damn! This is going too far! Because it was touched with the sheath, it felt like—being naked!
—In any case, it’s not a good sword; even if it melts, it wouldn’t be a loss.’ His movements were gentle, but his tone was menacingly threatening.
Rong Yi really wanted to know what position her sword held in Yin Yue’s heart. If he loved his mother, the sword should be related to her, and he should cherish the sword; but from his behavior, it seems he harbors some inexplicable hatred towards the sword.
He’s indeed a peculiar child.
Rong Yi wanted to ask for clarification, but Yin Yue had already put away the books on the table, extinguished the lights, and went to meditate in bed.
She had witnessed the fierceness of a lunatic tonight, and seeing he wasn’t quite stable emotionally, she didn’t dare to go against his wishes. She swallowed all her doubts and drifted in the air, eventually falling asleep.
As soon as she fell asleep, Yin Yue opened his eyes, watching Rong Yi sleeping soundly in the air, and with interest touching his chin:
‘Your spiritual body is unlike a spiritual body, your living soul is unlike a living soul. I am unlike a human, nor a demon. Ha, we’re quite a match.’
The author has something to say: By now, can you guess who Yin Yue is?
End of Chapter.
