The White Moonlight Subdues Everyone with a Suona - Chapter 34
Chapter 34: Na Na Na Na
Before being disturbed by Heaven’s Will, Ji Bingyu had always felt that she was living the life of a true immortal.
Ever since the Sect Leader, Daoist Chang qing, “punished” her by having her reflect behind closed doors on Xueyu Peak, she no longer needed to clock in at the Hall of Enlightenment from nine to five every day.
Every day, she slept until she woke naturally in her cave abode, counting treasures until her hands cramped.
In her spare time, she could pick up her suona and play a tune at the top of her lungs—truth be told, after playing a tune each time, Ji Bingyu felt both her cultivation level and her state of mind had improved quite a bit.
Originally, the Sect Leader’s intention was merely to let Ji Bingyu stay behind closed doors for a few days to lay low and avoid trouble.
Daoist Chang qing hadn’t even set a fixed duration, intending to let Rong Qingyuan make that decision himself.
After all, given Rong Qingyuan’s personality, he would certainly not stand on ceremony with her.
Yet, even Daoist Chang qing could never have imagined that this disciple would straight up nest on Xueyu Peak and stay put like this?!
Ji Bingyu, who manually gave herself a long vacation: I really am a genius.jpg
Li Fuqing, who was tortured by the suona every day: Genius you only care about yourself.jpg
Although his expression was full of disdain, Li Fuqing had to admit that his little junior sister did possess some talent.
If nothing else, looking solely at her cultivation, in less than half a month, Ji Bingyu was just one step away from the Foundation Establishment stage.
Ji Bingyu could vaguely feel the spiritual energy flowing through her meridians.
There seemed to be a tiny barrier, thin as a cicada’s wing, blocking her path.
If she could channel her spiritual energy to break through it in one fell swoop, she would reach the next major realm.
This was likely her bottleneck.
As the saying goes, “accumulate thin and unleash grandly.”
Ji Bingyu was in no rush to cultivate.
She decided to take it step by step, grounded and steady, and absolutely refrain from aiming too high or being overly ambitious!
Heaven’s Will: I have never seen such a brazenly shameless person.jpg
I beg of you, laziness is just laziness—don’t try to paint a gold leaf over your face!
If others couldn’t see through it, how could it not understand?! This girl clearly felt that the current situation in the cultivation world was stable, and with Rong Qingyuan protecting her, she was leaning on a massive tree and didn’t panic at all.
As for the “reflection behind closed doors” mentioned by the Sect Leader, it meant nothing to Ji Bingyu! In her spare time, she even flipped through various classic culinary books on Xueyu Peak, planning where to travel and enjoy herself once she eventually went down the mountain!
Heaven’s Will: Despicable!
Earlier, the Heavenly Pillar had suddenly broken.
Although the power of past faith could temporarily patch it up so it wouldn’t completely collapse and wreak havoc upon the mortal realm, it still required careful maintenance to prevent evil spirits from seizing the opportunity to invade and overturn the celestial order.
After all, that entity trapped inside the Abyss of Fiends was anything but peaceful.
Yet, while it poured its heart out and worked tirelessly, this Ji Bingyu was actually so leisurely—it was utterly intolerable!
If this can be tolerated, what cannot? Heaven’s Will immediately decided to share its burden!
[You must participate in the sect tournament and win, thereby obtaining the opportunity to enter the Treasure Pavilion.]
“The Treasure Pavilion?” Ji Bingyu keenly caught the key point.
“So the main point is entering the Treasure Pavilion? Is there something you need me to fetch? Is it related to the Heavenly Pillar?”
It had to be said that at certain moments, Ji Bingyu’s reactions were ridiculously sharp.
Heaven’s Will remained expressionless. No matter what questions Ji Bingyu asked, it only replied with four words:
[No comment.]
Understood—this was another crucial detail involving the future that couldn’t be spoiled prematurely.
After dozens of inquiries yielded no results, recalling how Heaven’s Will had previously reminded her to go find Third Senior Brother as soon as possible, Ji Bingyu fell silent and did not press further.
She could still distinguish between what was minor and what was grave.
As lazy and idle as she was, when it came to major matters, she couldn’t simply turn a blind eye.
However…
Ji Bingyu stared dead-eyed at Heaven’s Will and launched a soul-searching question.
“But I’m just a disciple whose cultivation hasn’t even reached Foundation Establishment. How am I supposed to win in the sect tournament??”
This was the core of the issue.
This tournament was primarily to select people for the upcoming “Heroes Assembly Martial Gathering.”
According to the information gathered earlier, ten disciples below the Golden Core stage and five disciples above the Golden Core stage were to be selected for the event.
The Heroes Assembly Martial Gathering was a rare grand occasion; nearly a cycle of sixty years had passed since the last one.
What made it even rarer was that the current cultivation world was largely peaceful and devoid of major turmoil, which inadvertently sparked ambitions among many smaller sects.
Many sects had never witnessed the grandeur of the Four Major Sects during times of chaos.
They only felt that the Four Major Sects were currently towering and majestic, making others envious to the point of wanting to… replace them.
Underhanded tactics had been brewing in secret. In recent years, various cheap tricks that couldn’t see the light of day had begun to appear frequently.
The Four Major Sects likely realized this and decided to use the Heroes Assembly Martial Gathering to demonstrate their strength, warning other sects that if they wanted to compete, they should do so openly and honorably rather than playing petty tricks.
If nothing else, right within the Changqing Sect, Wen Yeran—the chief disciple under Master Qianming—had been in secluded cultivation for several months attempting to break through to Golden Core, solely to prepare with all his heart and mind for this Heroes Assembly Martial Gathering.
“Unfilial son, aren’t you overestimating your dad?”
Ji Bingyu felt a rare sense of anxiety.
“With so many talents gathered, what the [beep] is your dad supposed to be?!”
This was the first time Ji Bingyu felt somewhat lacking in self-confidence.
Heaven’s Will wouldn’t act without reason.
Just like the previous affair involving Shen Hege and Yu Qianxue, its sudden appearance urging her to enter the sect arena and forcing her into the Treasure Pavilion meant something extraordinarily important was bound to happen.
It wasn’t that Ji Bingyu hadn’t thought about doing a “night raid on the Treasure Pavilion,” but that thought was snuffed out within a second of emerging.
Just like the Nine Layers Pavilion, the Treasure Pavilion was a restricted realm within the Changqing Sect, holding vast amounts of cultivation methods and techniques. Let alone breaking in by force, ordinary disciples didn’t even have the chance to set foot inside.
The more Ji Bingyu thought about it, the more despondent she became: …
Stop messing around, let it all burn.
Seeing Ji Bingyu slump back into despondency just seconds after standing tall—and noticeably sinking deeper by the moment, to the point of wanting to lie flat in a puddle, sprinkle some salt on herself, and declare herself a salted fish—Heaven’s Will felt helpless.
It had thought she was merely putting on an act, but who knew she was genuinely despondent?!
Heaven’s Will probed in a low voice: [Dad, could it be that you don’t know how formidable you actually are?]
[For ordinary disciples, just drawing Qi into the body takes anywhere from a month to half a year or even a full year. For someone like you who had zero prior exposure to cultivation, drawing Qi into your body in less than a month can already be called ‘extraordinarily gifted.’]
[Not to mention that your Qi refinement wasn’t ordinary Qi refinement—you skipped three minor realms in one go to reach the late stage of Qi Refinement! Your speed of cultivation can easily rival those prodigies!]
[If it weren’t for your master, Qingxu, intentionally helping you suppress the news, and the Sect Leader, Daoist Changqing, playing along to let you ‘reflect behind closed doors,’ do you think you could be this leisurely right now? Your cave abode’s threshold would have been broken by wave after wave of disciples coming to probe you!]
“Really?!”
Ji Bingyu’s eyes gradually lit up, her confidence rebuilt once more.
Good grief! She had thought she was a useless piece of trash, but it turned out she was a natural-born cheat code!
[Besides…]
Heaven’s Will paused, leaving behind one last line.
[From the very first day you arrived in this plane, you have been different.]
After saying this, Heaven’s Will’s figure dispersed into thin air.
Ji Bingyu began to ponder the last two sentences it left behind, remaining silent for a long time.
…
…She still couldn’t figure it out.
Whatever mysterious stuff that was, no one realized her own differences more clearly than Ji Bingyu herself—setting aside the whole book-transmigration issue, just those dreams she had in her youth where she beat up Godzilla were not something an ordinary person could do.
Not to mention that now she even had a Destiny Artifact: Mr. Suona.
With mixed emotions, Ji Bingyu raised her hand and touched the suona, which she had managed with great effort to shrink down and hang on her ear as an earring.
This little thing was truly unique.
“Junior Sister?”
Shen Hege saw a turquoise-green figure from afar.
In a daze, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, and only after drawing closer did he dare confirm it was indeed Ji Bingyu.
“You’ve finally come out of your cave abode,” Shen Hege said gently.
“Are you on your way to see Master?”
Ji Bingyu nodded, “Yes. Although I’ve successfully drawn Qi into my body, I’m still a novice when it comes to music theory. I plan to inform Master and go to the Hall of Enlightenment over the next few days to attend more music theory classes.”
Regarding Ji Bingyu’s sudden drive to make progress, Shen Hege had no doubts whatsoever.
He nodded and said, “It so happens I’m going to see Master as well, so let us walk together.”
Neither of them mentioned flying on weapons, instead strolling slowly along the small bamboo path.
It was nearly early summer now, and even the blowing breeze carried a hint of muggy heat.
Thanks to the bamboo forest on Xueyu Peak and the Wutong Dwelling on the back mountain, which were said to form some ancient array—complex and laborious to maintain—it served no other function than keeping the place warm in winter and cool in summer, plus making the array formation look pleasing.
Needless to say, Ji Bingyu could guess without even thinking that this was definitely Rong Qingyuan’s handiwork.
“I had wanted to thank you earlier, but Eldest Senior Brother told me not to disturb your secluded cultivation. He kept a vigilant eye on me and insisted on blocking me.”
Recalling the situation that day, even Shen Hege found it amusing.
He curved his eyes at Ji Bingyu.
“Eldest Senior Brother might not say it out loud, but in truth, he cares about you the most.”
From just these few words, Ji Bingyu keenly sensed that Shen Hege was somewhat different after emerging from seclusion.
After that day, Shen Hege’s state of mind had been stirred.
Upon returning, he went straight into secluded cultivation, while Ji Bingyu comfortably “retired” in her cave abode, having her three daily meals delivered to her doorstep, which resulted in the two of them not meeting until now.
Seeing him today, Shen Hege’s changes were by no means small.
Though the past Shen Hege could also be considered a gentle and refined gentleman, he always gave off a sense of emptiness.
He was like an exquisite wooden puppet—beautiful, yes, but lacking any spark of vitality across his entire being.
Now, however, it was different.
A gentleman like fine jade, upright and elegant.
The radiance in Shen Hege’s eyes when he talked and laughed was distinctly different from before, as if he had finally come “alive.”
Ji Bingyu teased, “It seems Senior Brother’s cultivation has advanced significantly after a few days of seclusion.”
Shen Hege made no attempt to hide it and smiled.
“Thanks to Junior Sister, I have now reached the Golden Core stage.”
Golden Core?!
Now that was impressive! One must know that Second Senior Sister, Shaoyang Yu, was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
Ji Bingyu hurriedly offered her congratulations and jokingly said she would send a congratulatory gift another day.
Unexpectedly, Shen Hege shook his head and said, “In truth, I had reached the Golden Core stage long ago. It was merely that my inner knot was hard to untie, and my state of mind had not arrived.”
Looking at the somewhat bewildered Ji Bingyu beside him, he said gently, “Has Junior Sister heard of the ‘Qingyu City Case’?”
Ji Bingyu shook her head and made up a story.
“I used to be kept in the back courtyard, so I don’t know much about the outside world.”
Shen Hege smiled.
“Qingyu City used to be the most prosperous city on this continent. Its rich history spanned a thousand years, producing numerous famous figures, grandmasters, princes, and ministers. Yet what was most praised was its honest and simple social atmosphere—doors were left unlocked at night, and lost items on the road went uncollected.”
“There was once a folk song that went, ‘Born in Qingyu, envy no paradise; the world is bitter, yet here one finds content.’ Many cultivators even intentionally passed through Qingyu City during their experiential travels, solely to soothe their mind and seek an opportunity for enlightenment.”
Did such a wonderful place actually exist?!
As Shen Hege narrated smoothly, Ji Bingyu listened with yearning, wishing she could swiftly cultivate past Foundation Establishment to obtain permission to descend the mountain.
“Wait for me, Senior Brother! Once I can go down the mountain, I want to visit Qingyu City too!”
Shen Hege shook his head.
“I’m afraid that’s no longer possible.”
“Qingyu City…” Shen Hege lowered his gaze, his eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes as he murmured softly, “Qingyu City… is no longer there.”
Afterward, Ji Bingyu heard a story from Shen Hege’s lips.
The reason Qingyu City was able to maintain such purity and simplicity was mainly due to the protection of a cultivation clan—the Shen Family.
Over five hundred years ago, because the Master of the Shen Family carried himself with purity and possessed an elegant demeanor, he earned great favor with the Prince of Feng Clan and formed a close friendship with him.
Unexpectedly, one day, the winds and clouds shifted, and the heavens and earth collapsed. At the mortal realm’s most helpless moment, ancient divine clans like the Phoenix Clan (T/N: Feng Clan) vanished all at once. The Shen Family and other cultivation clans voluntarily shouldered the banner of saving all living beings, fighting against the Demon Race. For this, they willingly sacrificed many direct line disciples—especially that Shen Family Master who was once on good terms with Prince Feng.
Putting everything on the line until his cultivation completely dissipated and he could not enter reincarnation, he still didn’t allow a single demon to invade Qingyu City, stubbornly holding out until the Shen Family’s reinforcements arrived.
People once said, “The Shen Family shines with ten thousand zhang of light, standing alone to guard Qingyu City.”
Just like that, the Shen Family, famous after one battle, established the prestige of Qingyu City.
Ji Bingyu could feel the burning fire that suddenly lit up in Shen Hege’s eyes as he spoke of this piece of history.
Pride and honor.
Not for any noble identity, but simply because he was a descendant of such a heroic figure.
“Regrettably, this glory did not last long.”
At this point, Shen Hege’s tone turned considerably somber.
More than three hundred years later, during the birthday of a young child of the Shen Family, because he couldn’t forget a raggedly dressed little friend outside the city, he insisted on inviting him into the city.
Unbeknownst to him, this brought a demon into the house, wiping out the Shen Family in one stroke.
From then on, the paradise abode existed only in dreams; there was no longer a Qingyu City in this world.
“Junior Sister is clever; I suppose you’ve already guessed. I am that ignorant young child from back then.”
Facing the sunlight, Shen Hege gently closed his eyes.
In the past, whenever he closed his eyes, he would hear heart-wrenching cries, bitter beatings, and screams beside his ears. But now, as he closed his eyes, he felt only clarity and peace.
“I once swore that I would use life after life to redeem my sins.”
“Later, after many twists and turns, I was brought back to Changqing by Master. At that time, I was deeply mired in those tumultuous emotions, completely blinded, feeling only that I was unworthy to cling to life in this world. Thus, I dared not refute the words of others, nor did I dare make any requests of anyone.”
Ji Bingyu listened quietly.
She could roughly understand Shen Hege’s state of mind.
Shen Hege attributed all the guilt to himself, feeling that it was precisely because he had made a request that day that it led to the destruction of Qingyu City.
Therefore, after being brought back by Rong Qingyuan, he became dull and withdrawn, refusing to voice his own opinions unless absolutely necessary.
“However, things are different now.”
Shen Hege suddenly stopped in his tracks. Before Ji Bingyu could react, he bowed to her with utmost seriousness.
“Thank you, Junior Sister.”
Had Ji Bingyu not timely stopped his self-pity before entering Taiyue Peak, and taught him a manner of speaking that used gentleness to overcome toughness—or even earlier, had Ji Bingyu not stopped Yu Qianxue—then with Shen Hege’s mindset at the time, he certainly would not have taken action against Yu Qianxue.
If that had really happened, the worst outcome would have been rumors flying everywhere, and Shen Hege would have fallen into an even deeper breakdown.
Today’s Shen Hege still maintained his gentle nature and had not changed his original intention to redeem his sins.
The only thing that had changed was that he now possessed a temper, as well as a bottom line.
Unbeknownst to them, the two had already arrived outside Rong Qingyuan’s Wutong Dwelling. The shadows of the Wutong trees shifted along with the sunlight onto the ground. In the interplay of light and shadow, the rounded edges of the firmiana leaves were stretched very long; at first glance, they almost resembled the mythical phoenix tail feathers.
Seeing Shen Hege stop, Ji Bingyu asked in surprise, “Is Senior Brother not going in?”
“No.”
Shen Hege pursed his lips into a light smile.
“I merely used an excuse to thank you, Junior Sister.”
He took out a small jade pendant flower.
“This is my Shen Family’s Jade Pendant Flower. Junior Sister can attach it to your artifact. Perhaps it might bring you a pleasant surprise regarding your cultivation.”
This was precisely what she needed most at the moment!
Ji Bingyu immediately took it and hid it away like a treasure.
“Although I feel like I didn’t do much, since Senior Brother is willing to give it to me, I won’t stand on ceremony with you then!”
Shen Hege burst into laughter.
With such a delightful treasure of a junior sister, living in this world seemed to carry quite a bit of flavor.
…
“What are you still standing outside for?”
A lazy and crisp voice sounded.
Ji Bingyu, who had been watching Shen Hege walk away, snapped back to her senses and hurriedly entered the abode.
As soon as she walked in, she saw Rong Qingyuan leaning lazily on the beauty couch—
This name was actually made up by Ji Bingyu.
After all, she didn’t know what this celadon-colored couch-bed was called; she just felt that once Rong Qingyuan leaned on it, it instantly became a beauty couch.
He was indeed Rong Qingyuan, possessed of “a beauty that could topple nations and cities, yet burdened with many sorrows and illnesses,” Ji Bingyu thought to herself.
Apart from being a bit too overly free with his clothing color choices, Rong Qingyuan practically had no other flaws.
Every time Rong Qingyuan saw Ji Bingyu, he would carry a smile, and right now was no exception.
Propping up his chin, his eyes curved gently, smiling in a way that was both soft and breathtakingly handsome.
“A-Yu, what brings you here to find me?”
If this were placed in a manga, the background would definitely need to be the kind of scene where tens of thousands of flowers were in full bloom.
Ji Bingyu: Enough, Master, stop smiling! If you keep smiling, I’m really going to think you’re seducing me!
One of life’s three major illusions: I am not ordinary, there is still enough time, and he likes me.
Ji Bingyu forcibly suppressed her suddenly surging “confidence,” stepped forward, and voiced her plan to attend a few more classes so she could win in the sect arena two years later.
Her idea met with Rong Qingyuan’s full approval.
“Granted.”
Rong Qingyuan nodded.
With an extremely casual wave of his hand, a white jade-like pendant fell around Ji Bingyu’s neck.
“This is given to you. If anything happens, it can protect your safety.”
These words were spoken far too solemnly—so solemnly that they even felt somewhat ambiguous.
As Ji Bingyu met Rong Qingyuan’s slightly upturned eyes, her heart seemed to skip a beat.
No! I can’t keep overthinking this!
Unable to bear this somewhat strange atmosphere, Ji Bingyu deliberately put on a dramatic tone.
“Is this item something only I have, or do the other disciples have it as well?”
“You alone have it.”
Before Ji Bingyu could blurt out a phrase like “Thank you, Master, for your generous favor,” Rong Qingyuan lowered his eyes and said indifferently, “After all, your artifact is special. As your master, I’m afraid someone might seek revenge on you.”
“When the time comes, if you can neither escape nor be chased down, what ever will you do if you find yourself backed into a corner with no way out?”
Ji Bingyu: “…”
To hell with the ambiguity.
To hell with being touched.
In the slimming down of every giant panda, not a single Rong Qingyuan is innocent.
…
Days and nights passed swiftly, seasons cycled in turn, and a mere two years vanished in the blink of an eye.
Two years was neither long nor short, but it was enough for Ji Bingyu to climb in one bound from Qi Refinement all the way to Foundation Establishment, drawing a wave of exclamations throughout the Changqing Sect.
Walking within the sect nowadays, she was considered a famous figure.
Strikingly beautiful, extraordinarily gifted, and prefixed with titles such as “White Moonlight Beauty” and “Top of the New Disciples.”
Many disciples expressed their heartfelt admiration, treating her as the perfect template for the immortal maiden of their dreams!
The only regret was that this Junior Sister Ji never displayed her artifact in front of outsiders, while the few who were in the know remained strictly tight-lipped about it, leaving many disciples who idolized Ji Bingyu and viewed her as their dream immortal maiden wringing their hands in frustration.
Those in the know: Heh.
On this day, Ji Bingyu finished playing a tune on her suona as was her daily custom.
Feeling refreshed and delighted, she strolled toward the neighboring residence of Eldest Senior Brother, intending to let him critique it.
However, she discovered that Eldest Senior Brother’s residence was actually empty?!
Ji Bingyu, who had spent the last few years cramming knowledge about the love, hatred, and vendettas of the cultivation world, felt her heart tighten as countless conspiracy theories flashed through her mind.
Murder?! Revenge?! A setup?! Abduction?!
Ji Bingyu surreptitiously sent messages to Rong Qingyuan and the others, while cautiously stepping into the house.
Inside the room—nothing.
In the front courtyard—nothing.
Side room—nothing.
Ji Bingyu’s heart sank continuously.
She held her breath, constantly telling herself to calm down, while at the same time—
“Ribbit!”
A crisp frog croak echoed!
Ji Bingyu was overjoyed and immediately followed the sound.
She pushed through a patch of low-growing grass and reached the edge of the backyard pond.
There, standing by the water’s edge, was a handsome, elegant, tall, and slender—
Little frog.
Ji Bingyu met its gaze, and the two stared at each other in mutual astonishment.
She probed uncertainly, “E-Eldest Senior Brother?”
As Ji Bingyu spoke, the little frog stopped croaking and hastily took a step backward, catching itself on the low grass behind it.
The left side of its face smashed hard against the ground as it spun a full 180 degrees before responding loudly—
“Ribbit!”
If Ji Bingyu had still harbored a shred of doubt earlier, now she didn’t hesitate for a single second!
This was definitely Eldest Senior Brother! No mistake about it!
Who else could possibly perform such a wise and enlightened maneuver besides him!
WHO! ELSE! COULD! THERE! BE!
With countless fairy tales similar to The Frog Prince racing through her mind, Ji Bingyu made a split-second decision to catch the little frog and await Master’s verdict.
Perhaps the little frog was still a bit dazed from that fall earlier, as Ji Bingyu didn’t need much effort to catch it.
She cupped the little frog in her hands and reverently lit incense for it.
“Boohoo, Eldest Senior Brother, you have it so rough! Quick, tell Junior Sister, who turned you into this?!”
“Junior Sister will go avenge you right away!!!”
The incense Ji Bingyu lit was no ordinary incense; it was one of the compensatory gifts given by Daoist Qianming back then.
Daoist Qianming was a man who saved face and would never do something as disgraceful as offering substandard goods, so his compensatory gifts were all genuine Heaven-tier spiritual artifacts.
Take this Soul-Guiding Incense for example—it was said that it could materialize the lingering obsession of a deceased or comatose person to inform those who came after.
Yet Ji Bingyu waited for a long time, and still no sign of Li Fuqing’s obsession appeared.
Ji Bingyu’s face paled in horror.
“What kind of fiend possesses such formidable methods?!”
“J-Junior Sister?”
Shen Hege, who was the first to arrive, spoke up cautiously, “You said something happened, so I rushed over from Shouren Peak. Is Eldest Senior Brother ill?”
“He’s not ill,” Ji Bingyu said in grief and indignation.
“Eldest Senior Brother has been turned into a frog!”
“A frog?”
Shaoyang Yu, who had just arrived, repeated slowly and hesitatingly.
She stepped up to Ji Bingyu, listened to her account of what had happened, and extended a hand to scan the frog.
“But I don’t perceive the aura of any other soul on it.”
Ji Bingyu said solemnly, “That’s precisely what makes it terrifying! Perhaps this frog swapped souls with Eldest Senior Brother!”
Seeing that Shaoyang Yu still seemed doubtful, she hurriedly recounted the story of the Frog Prince.
“Once upon a time, there was a noble prince. Because he was always foul-mouthed and loved being sarcastically passive-aggressive, a righteous witch swapped his soul with a frog!”
Shen Hege listened in shock and asked, “Is there a way to break it?”
Ji Bingyu let out a deep sigh, “To break this spell, the frog must kiss countless people. Only when it finds a woman who truly loves him—rather than someone who wants to eat dry-pot bullfrog—will the curse be lifted.”
Shaoyang Yu was still unconvinced.
“But it’s still different from Eldest Senior Brother. Eldest Senior Brother always likes to smirk with one corner of his mouth raised…”
Her words came to a sudden halt the moment she caught sight of the frog.
It was, indeed, raising only one side of its mouth!
Shaoyang Yu immediately took a step back and said decisively, “Junior Sister, let’s go find Master right away!”
If nothing else, judging strictly by the reasons for being turned into a frog, Li Fuqing fit the bill completely!
Seeing the two preparing to leave immediately, Shen Hege, who had been listening from the side for a while, spoke up weakly.
“But… as I recall, isn’t Eldest Senior Brother’s original form a rabbit?”
Ji Bingyu: “That only proves the enemy used the Soul Swapping Grand Technique!”
Shen Hege: “But Eldest Senior Brother is already at the Golden Core stage. Very few people could render him completely helpless?”
Ji Bingyu: “That proves even more that this toad spirit possesses extraordinary strength—terrifyingly formidable!”
Shen Hege: “But our courtyard has barrier restrictions. Unless it’s someone approved, outsiders cannot trespass. This is a restriction left by Master… In this world, surely no one could break through it in a single breath?”
Ji Bingyu: “Th-this… there’s an exception to everything!”
Thinking of her harassment of Li Fuqing over these past few days, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of grief from deep within, filled with both guilt and sorrow.
“Eldest Senior Brother, you have it so rough—”
“Eldest Senior Brother, I shouldn’t have kept playing the suona at you to anger you, boohoo-waa-waa-boohoo…”
“Eldest Senior Brother, I shouldn’t have sprinkled chili powder into your wheatgrass juice, boohoo-waa-waa-boohoo…”
In her deep sorrow, Ji Bingyu completely failed to notice the subtle shift in the people around her.
“A-Yu.”
Rong Qingyuan felt helpless listening to her.
He extended his hand and gently patted her shoulder.
Ji Bingyu raised her tear-filled eyes, pleasantly surprised.
“Master!”
Looking at her state, Rong Qingyuan stifled a laugh and coughed lightly, “A-Yu, look who is standing next to Master?”
Ji Bingyu turned her head, only to see a man clad in black standing just a few steps away behind her to the side.
The man’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
The man exuded an aggressive, murderous aura.
Most importantly, this man… was wearing Li Fuqing’s face!
Ji Bingyu was horrified.
“STOP! Where did this toad spirit come from?!”
