Love Travels through Time (My father who traveled through time and space to cultivate immortality came back to pick me up) - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: The Sutra of Wealth

Inside the carriage, only Xiang Haikui and Yin Changli remained, sitting opposite each other.

With the space much wider now, Xiang Haikui rested one leg on the seat in a wild and uninhibited posture.

Crossing her arms, she raised an eyebrow at him.

She knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back and would definitely send someone to protect Little Bai.

She just hadn’t expected it to happen this fast.

Without calling him out directly, she merely said with disdain, “When did Senior Yin become so stingy?”

“It’s merely a small sum of money; how can it be called stingy?” Yin Changli smiled.

“However, that plot of land belonging to the Lu family truly holds extraordinary meaning to me. I’m reluctant to part with it.”

To dare call the Lu family’s vast fortune a “small sum of money”—if Xiang Haikui hadn’t personally seen the mountain-like piles of treasures inside his little black orb, she really wouldn’t have believed it.

There was a question she had wanted to ask for a long time.

“Senior, how did you accumulate your wealth?”

Although he was of Zhulong nobility, after the Shanhai Clan fell, they had been plundered clean by the Celestial Clan.

Chairman Yin couldn’t have had a secret vault left behind for him.

When he defected from Bian City, he had absconded with the Underworld’s grand treasury, but according to the timeline and insider gossip, he had already been exceedingly wealthy before his defection.

In this world, people with high cultivation levels certainly wouldn’t be poor, but achieving continuous, massive wealth was by no means an easy feat.

At the very least, Xiang Haikui couldn’t find any lucrative business avenues at the moment.

Her eyes gleamed brightly as she looked at him, hoping Boss Yin could impart some business wisdom.

Yin Changli was taken aback for a moment.

Seeing her expression and realizing she genuinely wanted to learn, he smiled faintly and said, “Mining.”

Xiang Haikui: “Are you pulling my leg?”

Yin Changli emphasized: “It’s true.”

Those well-reasoned and heavily justified statements from his mouth weren’t necessarily true.

Yet these two rather funny words were genuine.

Back when the Shanhai Clan lost the war, he was sent by the Celestial Clan to mine for a hundred years, learning how to identify all kinds of spirit stone mines in the process.

For many desolate mountains and barren lands, he only needed to wander around a single loop to determine whether there were valuable ores inside.

All these ores were subsequently used by him to trade for ancient texts and purchase information.

He became a frequent visitor at ancient sects with long histories and black markets of all trades and walks of life.

Later on, he no longer needed to go through the hardship of searching for mineral mountains himself; plenty of people frantically pursued him, offering up various treasures just to beg for his guidance.

When Xiang Heng wanted to bring his daughter over from Earth, he sought him out.

When the ancestor of the Lu family wanted to save the lives of the twins, he sought him out as well.

This time, Yin Changli didn’t boast even once.

In fact, his expression held a touch of unnaturalness when mentioning his mining days, yet admiration welled up from the bottom of Xiang Haikui’s heart.

There are golden houses in books; knowledge is power—truly, it was no lie.

“Do you think I have what it takes?” she asked.

“Hmm?”

Yin Changli didn’t catch her meaning.

Xiang Haikui said, “I want to learn your skill too.”

Yin Changli smiled.

“No problem. In the study room on the lower level of my mobile palace, there are tens of thousands of duplicate copies of ancient texts. For those that couldn’t be duplicated, I will lecture on them for you whenever I recall them in the future…”

Xiang Haikui waved her hands repeatedly,”No, no, no, you misunderstood.”

Yin Changli knit his brows.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s your skill in selecting mineral mountains, judging spirit mines, and digging out ores.”

Xiang Haikui pointed at his head and then patted her own.

“You Zhulong have hard heads, and when I use Tian Kuang to transform into a flood dragon, my head is especially iron-clad too!”

She clenched her fists and emphasized, “I think I can!”

Seeing her eyes shining with zeal, a barely perceptible blue vein twitched on Yin Changli’s forehead.

“That is very exhausting.”

Xiang Haikui asked, “Do I look like someone who’s afraid of hard work?”

Besides, with mines to dig, who on earth would complain about hard work?

Once she mastered this core technology, she would be able to strike it rich by mining after returning to Earth in the future.

Yin Changli was caught between tears and laughter.

When Xiang Haikui said she wanted to learn, what had flashed through his mind was that this was actually a great entry point to foster feelings between them.

Sweeping snow to brew tea, sitting around the hearth reading books—in an instant, he had practically even picked out their children’s names.

(T/N:hahahaha…what a Yin-delulu-Changli… )

Suddenly, the scene abruptly shifted: a pitch-black night with high winds, a desolate black mountain, and a black snake leading a black flood dragon burrowing in and out underground…

“Can I?”

Xiang Haikui cupped her hands in earnest entreaty.

Tian Kuang bounced around inside the sword scabbard, as if finding her embarrassing.

Xiang Haikui wanted money, not face; she didn’t care in the slightest.

Finally, Yin Changli opened his mouth.

His thin lips opened and closed, but strangely, Xiang Haikui couldn’t hear his voice.

It felt as though she had sunk into seawater, her eardrums flooded with water, leaving only a gurgling sound.

Beneath the rippling water, Yin Changli’s figure appeared somewhat blurry.

Xiang Haikui reached out and grabbed a corner of his sleeve.

Yin Changli was slightly taken aback.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…”

Her consciousness felt somewhat dazed, and her body swayed from side to side.

While supporting her, Yin Changli sat down opposite her, letting her lean against his shoulder as his fingers pressed against the pulse on her wrist.

However, Xiang Haikui suddenly flipped her wrist over, grabbing his hand in return.

She opened her mouth several times, but her throat was bone-dry and no sound came out.

It was Blood Asura.

The Dream Sword Venerable had tracked them down!

Tian Kuang’s violent bouncing hadn’t been disdain for her—it was a warning!

It wasn’t that she had been blinded by money and failed to distinguish the warning signal; this warning was extremely strange, entirely different from those in the past.

Tian Kuang must have recognized the source of danger.

“It’s Blood Asura.”

Yin Changli parted the window curtain. By now, night had practically fallen.

“Blood Asura is releasing nightmare power to lower my spiritual strength. Everything in the vicinity will fall into a deep sleep. Since you’re riding with me, he might enter your dream to restrain me. Eat this Mind-Awakening Pill quickly…”

Hurriedly pulling a brown pill out from his bracelet, he pinched her chin to feed the pill into her mouth.

Just as Xiang Haikui was about to swallow, her brows knitted deeply.

Something wasn’t right.

It was true that Blood Asura was here to hack him to death, but would Yin Changli panic like this?

Back in Bian City when facing the Emperor, he had remained equally composed and indifferent.

In her memory, Xiang Haikui had rarely ever seen him in a panic.

Even when she went wild with Tian Kuang at max level and he softly begged her to calm down, his words hadn’t been overly anxious.

With a pfft, Xiang Haikui spat out the Mind-Awakening Pill in her mouth.

“Senior Blood, it seems that knowing you can’t hack Yin Changli to death, you really decided to use me to restrain him, huh?”

She had originally intended to spit the pill onto his face, but on second thought, he didn’t have it easy either.

Both being victimized sword masters of pit-fall swords, why rush to fry each other in the same pot?

Besides, drawing him over was meant to ask for his help; she couldn’t afford to offend him.

The anxious expression on “Yin Changli’s” face instantly vanished, replaced by slight surprise.

“You can actually tell dream from reality?”

“I can’t tell them apart,” Xiang Haikui shook her head.

Picking up her sword scabbard, she quickly sat across from him.

Lifting the curtain, she looked out at the shops along the street, listening to the clack-clack of beast hooves—there was no difference whatsoever from reality.

“It’s just that I’m far too familiar with the person you were impersonating.”

As soon as her words fell, the man in front of her suddenly turned into a puddle of mercury-like substance.

Subsequently, that lump of liquid metal molded itself back into a human form.

It was likely Blood Asura’s original appearance: Phoenix eyes, blood-red lips, born with an enchanting look, yet with a scar across his brow bone that added a touch of overbearing roughness.

Worthy of originating from a clan of unorthodox cultivators—even though he had switched to cultivating the sword of the righteous path at the age of ten, he still exuded a thick, potent aura of an unorthodox cultivator.

“Don’t be afraid, young lady. I won’t harm you.”

Blood Asura held his sword, nodding in her direction.

“I know.”

Xiang Haikui stared at his sword, which flowed with vibrant, dazzling light, as surreal as a dream.

“You want to kill Yin Changli.”

“I wanted to kill him in my earlier years; I don’t want to anymore.”

Blood Asura tilted his head slightly, looking at the Tian Kuang sword scabbard by her side.

“To reach nearly the Ninth grade at such a young age—you should understand the reason why I no longer want to kill him.”

Xiang Haikui nodded.

“Then your entering my dream…”

Blood Asura: “I must make him pay a bit of a price—to kneel down and admit his mistake to me.”

Xiang Haikui thought to herself: Isn’t that even harder than killing him?

Blood Asura: “I know it’s difficult, so I can only wrong you, young lady. I promise I won’t hurt you…”

The Dream Sword in his hand flowed with streaks of light, flying toward Xiang Haikui like tendrils.

Xiang Haikui abruptly drew Tian Kuang, and a dominant, overbearing sword aura burst forth.

When those “tendrils” collided with Tian Kuang’s sword aura, they actually shrank back one after another.

Tian Kuang and the Dream Sword originated from the same source; there was an inherent suppression between the swords that had nothing to do with power or weakness.

For instance, Tian Kuang feared Tianren—this was an elemental restraint.

Yin Changli had already told her that Tian Kuang suppressed the Dream Sword.

She was Blood Asura’s nemesis.

Holding her sword across her chest in defense, Xiang Haikui said angrily, “Senior Blood, I dislike this behavior of using innocent people as weapons!”

She loathed it deeply!

All along this journey, every single person wanted to use her to deal with Yin Changli—when would there ever be an end to it!

Blood Asura hadn’t expected her reaction to be so strong.

Stunned for a moment, he realized he might have picked at someone else’s raw wound.

Withdrawing his sword light, Blood Asura softened his tone somewhat.

“Alright then, let’s negotiate.”

Xiang Haikui knit her brows, sizing him up earnestly, suspecting whether he wanted her to lower her guard before suddenly striking.

Blood Asura asked, “Yin Changli lured me over because he must need my help with something. Given his personality, if he wants to drink well water, he’d rather dig the well himself than beg anyone. So it’s mostly for your sake, right?”

“Indeed, I’m the one with a request.”

Maintaining her guard, Xiang Haikui laid out the discovery of the mirage realm.

Judging by Blood Asura’s reaction, he was genuinely very interested in this upgraded version of a dreamscape.

Perhaps he would put personal grudges aside for now and collaborate with them first.

“Where is it?”

Blood Asura asked, glowing with spirit and energy.

“Once you agree, we will naturally lead the way.”

Yin Changli had reminded her that before Blood Asura gave his word, she couldn’t reveal the location.

Blood Asura’s already long, narrow eyes gradually narrowed like a fox.

“Coercing me? That’s not very nice, little girl.”

Xiang Haikui returned a derisive smile.

“Aren’t you planning to use me to coerce Senior Yin right now too?”

Blood Asura didn’t get angry. Setting his sword aside, he rested his arms on his knees.

“What’s your relationship with Yin Changli? Lovers?”

Xiang Haikui shook her head.

“Business partners.”

Blood Asura shook his head as well.

“I don’t believe it; he treats you differently. Speak the truth, and only then will I consider whether to help you.”

Xiang Haikui pondered whether “He has an unrequited crush on me” was more appropriate, or “We’ve slept together” was a better fit.

Blood Asura swept a glance at her. “No need to say it—you and Yin Changli have slept together.”

Xiang Haikui froze.

“How do you know?”

Blood Asura beckoned to her with his hand.

She leaned her body forward.

He roared at her ear with full vigor and volume, “The wet dreams I’ve seen in other people’s dreams are more numerous than the hairs on your head!”

Xiang Haikui was nearly roared into tinnitus by him.

Feeling her bun, she suddenly grinned like a flower in full bloom.

“Senior, are you complimenting me on having a lot of hair?”

Blood Asura: …

What kind of magical ability to focus on the wrong key point was this?

Huh?

He held his forehead.

“Since you two share this kind of relationship, why don’t you help me beg him to kneel down to me… forget it, no need to kneel, just an apology will do.”

This was his last inner demon before achieving the Dao; he had to eliminate it!

“I only need him to apologize to me, and I’ll accompany you two to the mirage realm. Deal, young lady?”

He pressed his palms together, practically begging.

Xiang Haikui looked at his eyes, which had the word MISERABLE written in capital letters all over them.

For a moment, she really wanted to help him.

However, getting Yin Changli to apologize to him was simply impossible.

Right at this moment, the carriage door was suddenly pushed open, and Yin Changli walked inside.

“Fine, I apologize. Blood Asura, a thousand errors and ten thousand wrongs—it’s all my fault…”

Xiang Haikui wasn’t surprised that he had also entered the dream; what surprised her was that he had actually apologized just like that?

Blood Asura was equally shocked, springing to his feet.

Waiting for his apology had practically become an inner demon, yet the fact that he apologized so easily filled the moment with a sense of unreality instead.

“You actually apologized?”

Yin Changli sat down beside Xiang Haikui, smiling.

“Yes. Didn’t hear clearly? Should I say it again?”

Blood Asura was utterly bewildered and dazed.

Yin Changli asked, “Then will you also fulfill your promise? Regardless of any circumstances? Regardless of dream or reality?”

Blood Asura raised his chin slightly.

“A gentleman’s word, once given, must be kept!”

Yin Changli: “Good.”

Before Blood Asura could fully process the situation, he shot a look at Xiang Haikui.

“It seems she really is quite important to you.”

“It has nothing to do with her,” Yin Changli smiled faintly.

“Don’t you find my apology extremely unexpected, as if you were dreaming?”

Blood Asura nodded honestly.

“Yes.”

Yin Changli spread his hands.

“You’re not wrong—this was originally inside a dream. Once you go outside later, feel free to tell anyone that I, Yin Changli, apologized to you. Either way, I can simply reply: He was dreaming.”

After a moment’s pause, Xiang Haikui was sprayed full in the face by a mouthful of blood spat out by Blood Asura.