Chapter 62

The You Mountain shimmered under the glow of the setting sun.

Liu Shuang, lying on Shaoyou’s back, suddenly trembled as she felt a hand lightly touch her waist.

She turned her head with a fierce look but saw nothing.

The small realm of You Mountain was radiant and bright, and they hadn’t yet reached Zhan Xueyang’s house; it was just the two of them.

Was Shaoyou teasing her?

Liu Shuang glanced at Shao You’s expression.

He appeared calm and composed, seemingly no longer annoyed by her earlier joke.

Could it be an illusion caused by her transparent body? No, she couldn’t doubt Shaoyou.

But then, the hand became more audacious, moving downward and pressing against her intimately.

Liu Shuang stiffened, and even Shaoyou noticed.

He tilted his head slightly and asked, “What’s wrong?”

He saw the girl on his back, her face flushed, biting her lip and shaking her head.

Shaoyou, sensing something was amiss, set her down.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

She looked around but found nothing.

Finally, she couldn’t hold back and complained to him with a grievance, “Shaoyou, someone is harassing me.”

Her tone was full of grievance, and her flushed face added a touch of color under the sunset.

She stood close to him.

At that moment, Shaoyou felt a sense of dependency from the person before him.

The millennia-old young lord of the realm felt a slight stir in his heart.

He raised his hand, and peach wood sprouted from his fingertips, rapidly growing and spreading in all directions.

She stood by his side, eagerly waiting for him to “seek justice” for her.

After a while, the peach wood that had spread westward brought back a “sand person.”

The sand person had no trace of spiritual energy but could move freely and even speak.

It squealed, “Robbery! Murder!”

It looked like a human child of six or seven, but its movements were very agile.

If Shaoyou hadn’t tightly bound it, it could have darted far away.

It wore a garment and had gemstone-embedded features.

If not for Shaoyou’s peach wood, which indiscriminately bound even lifeless entities, such a “little thief” couldn’t have been caught.

Liu Shuang squatted down and grabbed it with her hand.

“Were you teasing me?”

As soon as she touched it, it immediately fell over, feigning death. “Ah, I’m dead!”

It collapsed to the ground, its sand dispersing, and even the gemstones fell.

Liu Shuang was speechless.

Shaoyou was both annoyed and amused.

“Zhan Xueyang, stop playing around.”

“Hmph, you trespass on my territory and expect me to do nothing?”

Following the voice, Liu Shuang saw a man in a robe lazily sitting on a large tree, looking down at them from above.

He wore a jade ornament on his forehead and had a clear and bright appearance.

His robe was adorned with intricate patterns.

Contrary to his elegant demeanor, he carried a massive, gleaming axe on his shoulder.

The axe ruined his refined aura, giving him a bandit-like appearance.

Coupled with his teasing of a young immortal who had just entered You Mountain, his temper was clearly not the best.

“We’re here to ask for your help.”

Zhan Xueyang jumped down from the tree, raising an eyebrow with a smile.

“You need my help?”

Shaoyou said, “I know your rules. I’ll give you the Twin Fish Pendant.”

Zhan Xueyang had long coveted the Twin Fish Pendant, which could divine fortunes.

He especially wanted to know when he could leave You Mountain.

Unexpectedly, this time Zhan Xueyang didn’t agree.

Instead, he looked at Liu Shuang.

“I don’t want your Twin Fish Pendant. I want a drop of her blood.”

This statement surprised both Shaoyou and Liu Shuang.

Liu Shuang knew the value of the Twin Fish Pendant.

It could predict any desired fortune or misfortune and was a treasure of Kunlun.

Yet, Zhan Xueyang didn’t want it, only a drop of her blood?

Zhan Xueyang put away his axe and smiled.

“Consider it an apology for the sand person.”

Shaoyou frowned and looked at him.

Zhan Xueyang pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know I’m not interested in women. Those sand people are unique to You Mountain and don’t listen to me. They’re not real people; they were just curious about her. But as the master here, I have to maintain some dignity. So, what do you say? Just a drop of blood. I’ve never made such a bad deal before.”

Shaoyou looked at Liu Shuang, who nodded.

Having been under the Weak Water, her body was nearly corroded.

A drop of blood was nothing compared to the urgency of solidifying her physical form.

She had heard about the war between immortals and demons before leaving.

She feared that Kongsang might repeat its past mistakes and lose to Yan Chaosheng.

She was eager to recover and return as soon as possible.

“Stretch out your hand,” Zhan Xueyang said.

He casually took a drop of blood from Liu Shuang’s fingertip.

Compared to the pain under the Weak Water, it was almost unnoticeable.

Zhan Xueyang carelessly stored the blood and said, “Follow me.”

Inside You Mountain, there was a two-story bamboo hut.

Zhan Xueyang proudly boasted, “How is it? Not bad, right?”

Liu Shuang didn’t see anything particularly valuable about the bamboo hut.

Shaoyou, having been here a few times, understood what Zhan Xueyang was proud of.

“You Mountain can grow plants now?”

Including the large tree Zhan Xueyang had been sitting on earlier, it was lush and unlike anything You Mountain could naturally produce.

You Mountain naturally produced gemstones but couldn’t grow trees.

Zhan Xueyang had been troubled by this, extorting many rare treasures from the outside world to improve You Mountain’s “glittering” environment.

Such a bamboo hut was worthless outside, but here, it represented the accumulation of countless rare treasures.

However, Shaoyou wasn’t the type to lavish praise.

He simply nodded and said, “Not bad.”

Zhan Xueyang scoffed, not expecting this millennia-old young master of Kunlun to offer much praise.

They entered the house, and a group of sand people tried to crowd in.

They were similar to the one Liu Shuang had encountered, clamoring to serve tea and water.

“Don’t push, I’ll go.”

“Let me, I’ll do it!”

“Get out of the way, I’m going in first.”

Zhan Xueyang glanced at Liu Shuang, hiding a smile in his eyes.

Eventually, two sand people broke through the crowd and approached Liu Shuang.

One shyly looked at her with sapphire eyes and asked, “Immortal, can you hold me?”

The other was more direct, with ruby eyes, and clung to Liu Shuang’s skirt.

The sapphire one was adorable.

Liu Shuang, seeing Zhan Xueyang not objecting and leisurely sipping tea, reached out and picked up the sapphire sand person.

“Of course.”

The sand people didn’t expect her to be so gentle and kind.

They jumped up and down, exclaiming, “Me too, me too!”

Zhan Xueyang coolly said, “If you collapse my house, you’ll all die.”

Reluctantly, they settled down.

“Can we line up for hugs?” asked a green-eyed one.

The gemstone people lined up voluntarily.

Liu Shuang had never seen such a scene—a group of colorful gemstone people begging for hugs.

Strangely, it felt somewhat familiar.

Not only was she astonished, but Shaoyou also frowned and looked at Zhan Xueyang.

Zhan Xueyang said, “Not me.”

His mischief hadn’t even started yet.

One by one, the gemstone people lined up for hugs, seemingly endless.

Each looked incredibly satisfied.

Eventually, even Zhan Xueyang couldn’t stand it.

“Enough, that’s it. Get lost, all of you!”

He kicked one apart, grabbed the amethyst from Liu Shuang’s arms, and threw it out, slamming the door shut.

Now, everyone believed it wasn’t his doing.

The sand people outside whimpered.

Zhan Xueyang said to Liu Shuang, “Let me check your injuries.”

With a wave of his sleeve, a small red snake crawled onto Liu Shuang’s wrist.

The cold sensation made her shiver, and she instinctively pulled her hand back.

For some reason, she thought of the mischievous black snake from the Demon Suppression Tower that had bullied her.

Zhan Xueyang glared.

“Don’t move, I’m diagnosing you.”

Shaoyou explained, “Zhan Xueyang is a descendant of Ru Shou.”

Ru Shou of the West, with a snake on his left ear and riding two dragons.

By Zhan Xueyang’s generation, trapped in You Mountain, the only inheritance was probably a massive axe that could split mountains and seas, and a companion snake.

Soon, Ru Shou retracted the snake, which disappeared into his fingertip.

“Staying under the Weak Water for too long is troublesome,” he frowned.

“Why is it always…”

He cut himself off.

Zhan Xueyang wasn’t one for idle talk.

“It’s not impossible to treat. Sealing your senses in the Xuanhuang Formation can expel the cold from the Weak Water. But that’s only part of it. To quickly solidify your body, you’ll need elixirs. Though I haven’t refined any in a while, I won’t tarnish my reputation. If you can find dragon blood, I’ll help you refine it. If not, there’s no other way. Stay in the Xuanhuang Formation, and it’ll take at most three years to solidify your body.”

Shaoyou said, “There are no dragons left in the world.”

Zhan Xueyang replied, “I’m not asking you to find the Dragon or Phoenix clans. They’re ancient deities; where would you find them? Dragons are gone, but their descendants remain. It’s not difficult to extract a drop of essence blood from several barrels of blood. Have you heard of the ancient general Ming Ye from the Shangqing Paradise? His true form was a flood dragon. His blood, or his descendants’ blood, would work.”

Liu Shuang had also heard of this.

“But he and Princess Sangjiu were buried in the Mo River long ago. They left no descendants.”

Later, the Mo River gradually disappeared.

Where in the world could they find dragon blood now?

Zhan Xueyang smiled at Shaoyou.

“Young Master Jimo, you have a way, don’t you?”

Shaoyou pondered for a moment and indeed nodded.

He looked at Liu Shuang.

“Although there are no more dragons, their descendants are numerous.”

He hesitated, seemingly embarrassed to continue.

Zhan Xueyang interjected, “Dragons are inherently lustful. They have many descendants.”

He used Ming Ye as an example, as he was a fearless immortal who had plunged into the Weak Water.

That one was truly remarkable, staying submerged for three days and even losing his divine status.

The clam princess was also pitiful, having melted all her shells in the water.

These immortals really didn’t take the Weak Water seriously, diving in like dumplings.

Now that the Dragon clan was gone, finding descendants with even a trace of ancient blood was possible.

However, any creature with ancient blood was a fierce beast, not to be trifled with.

They would have to kill and slaughter it to extract a single drop of blood.

Shaoyou said, “I will find the dragon blood. Until then, please take care of her.”

Zhan Xueyang waved his hand.

“Fine, fine, go ahead.”

A pale hand gently tugged at Shaoyou’s sleeve.

Liu Shuang looked at him, and he said gently, “Wait here for me. It will take at least seven days, at most half a month. I will return. Don’t worry, it’s not a dangerous task.”

Liu Shuang firmly shook her head.

Don’t go.

She could endure the pain for a while longer.

Zhan Xueyang, enjoying the spectacle, chimed in, “I can vouch for him. Jimo Shaoyou is never boastful. If he says it’s not a problem, then it’s not. He won’t lose his life. However, obtaining dragon blood is always a bit troublesome. Young Master Jimo, what is your relationship with her?”

Liu Shuang also looked at Shaoyou, eager to know the answer.

In this lifetime, did Shaoyou see her as a close friend, or was she the unspoken love in his heart? She wanted to know how to proceed.

Shaoyou also looked at her, recalling how she had resisted the marriage alliance with him.

He calmly lowered his eyes.

“Naturally, she is the daughter of my father’s close friend.”

Zhan Xueyang maliciously chuckled, while Liu Shuang’s eyes widened as she studied him.

The millennia-old, usually composed young master of Jimo felt a rare surge of irritation.

Having been rejected in marriage, he should have let go gracefully.

He didn’t want to feel this way, but even the most upright person has emotions they can’t control.

Then, a soft little hand slipped into his.

She took a deep breath, as if making a decision.

“I understand. I’ll wait for you to return safely, and then we’ll discuss how to continue Kunlun’s spiritual veins.”

Shaoyou looked up.

He hadn’t taken her fifth spiritual vein.

The continuation of Kunlun’s spiritual veins had only two solutions: either marry into the Feng family, or… marry her.

Her clear eyes reflected his image, filled with an inexplicable sincerity and gentleness.

If this was what Shaoyou had always wanted, she didn’t want to miss the opportunity again, to watch him sacrifice everything, to see her marry someone else, disappear from the world, leaving no trace.

He couldn’t help but smile softly, whispering, “Alright.”

Outside the house, the little sand people suddenly screamed.

Liu Shuang sensed something was wrong.

Zhan Xueyang’s expression also changed as he looked outside, cursing under his breath.

“It’s nothing,” he said.

“You two do what you need to do. There’s… another esteemed guest here. But he’s reclusive and won’t interact with you.”

Liu Shuang looked over.

“Another patient of yours?”

Zhan Xueyang irritably adjusted his forehead ornament.

“Yes, and quite ill.”

His temper was worse than Zhan Xueyang’s, having already crushed several sand people in a few days.

However, he usually kept to himself, quietly recovering.

Zhan Xueyang didn’t bother him, having been nailed to a tree a few days ago when he tried to mess with him.

He had hung there for days.

Why had he come out today, and in such a foul mood?

The screams of the sand people outside made it clear.

This uninvited, ominous guest was not pleased.

Zhan Xueyang thought, it couldn’t be his fault.

So, who had provoked him?