No matter what the Artifact Spirit says, the bottle simply won’t let it approach.
At this mont, the Artifact Spirit looks utterly defeated, as if there’s no hope left.
How could this be? Even sothing like the Wood Spirit can return to its body to wreak havoc, but when it cos to it, the bottle doesn’t even allow entry.
Han Yu looks helpless. This was unexpected, yet sohow makes sense.
How to put it? Those two haven’t gotten along from the start, and even today, they still don’t.
"What should I do? The foolish bottle won’t let use it."
The Artifact Spirit pitifully speaks up.
"Don’t ask ; I can’t make it listen either."
In response, Han Yu helplessly replies.
So, the fully ford Artifact Spirit only gained the ability to detach itself?
It would’ve been better not to have a complete form; this ti, it’s a total loss.
Especially since he’s afraid to let the Artifact Spirit run loose, in case it causes any trouble.
"So, what should I do?"
The Artifact Spirit droops its head, looking utterly dejected.
With its sole ability, it can’t even co out for fresh air, which feels unbearably stifling.
"At least co out only when no one is around."
Han Yu thinks it over and, seemingly moved by its plight, concedes.
"I feel like there should be other differences. I can’t be this useless."
Finally, the Artifact Spirit speaks again, unwilling to give up.
But these can only be tested later; especially since the bottle isn’t cooperating, it can’t be used anyti soon.
Sigh! Thinking about this, both Han Yu and the Artifact Spirit sigh in unison.
...
Chicken Feather Gall is sighing too, having been kidnapped for days and finally on the way back, only to find two nacing figures behind it.
Can’t provoke, can’t hide, can’t escape.
"Are you sure you want to follow?"
Liu Zongyuan sneers as he looks at Chasing Soul.
Han Yu left just monts ago, and here they are, especially since Chicken Feather Gall ntioned Han Yu’s in the new Sea Stone City.
Liu Zongyuan doesn’t have any grudge against Han Yu, so he’s not worried about coming. But it’s different for Chasing Soul, who’s got an appearance identical to a split soul.
eting Han Yu might end badly, and if Liu Zongyuan doesn’t speak up to explain, Chasing Soul might get mistaken and beaten as a split soul.
Chasing Soul also sneers, "I’m not here because of you this ti. Besides, what do I have to fear? I’m here precisely for Han Yu!"
Liu Zongyuan is stunned; his only reason to stick around was to completely heal his injuries.
What on earth does Chasing Soul intend to do?
It’s likely that asking won’t get an answer, so Liu Zongyuan gives up on questioning further.
He doesn’t ask, but Chasing Soul shalessly questions back.
"What’s a few more spits? Why stay here at all?"
In theory, complete healing just needs so saliva, which the little cultivator doesn’t seem to lack.
"Transferring injuries again could break the little cultivator’s body."
Liu Zongyuan sees it clearly. Even if Chicken Feather Gall can heal quickly using the White Lotus after transferring injuries, constantly switching between severe injury and healing will outpace the little cultivator’s recovery ability.
"Are you really that kind?"
Chasing Soul sneers, doubting that Liu Zongyuan would care for a stranger from the Central Continent.
Liu Zongyuan smirks. His goodness doesn’t matter; truly wearing out the young cultivator would certainly incense Han Yu, and it’s unnecessary.
From the mont the trio entered the city, Ling Wuce had already been inford by the Palace Guard.
After all, capturing a Guardian in broad daylight can’t go unnoticed.
As soon as Ling Wuce saw Liu Zongyuan, he recognized him, although shocked, he kept his composure.
But seeing Chasing Soul together with him, he couldn’t stay calm, and nearly turned around to find Han Yu for suppression.
"Master, save !"
Seeing Ling Wuce, Chicken Feather Gall pitifully cries out.
The familiar elder in front of him no longer seems terrifying, after all, Ling Wuce might scold him for the White Lotus, but the two capricious figures behind him are another matter altogether.
Ling Wuce feels his eyelid twitch, shooting a glare at Chicken Feather Gall, thinking he needs rescuing himself.
Liu Zongyuan, wordlessly, hands a small vine segnt to the bewildered Chicken Feather Gall.
"Another deal, just heal my wounds in these few days."
Chicken Feather Gall is dumbfounded, staring at the object, wondering why it’s that thing again?
To heal or not to heal?
Healing just requires so saliva, and with caution, it won’t cause much harm.
Not healing makes Chicken Feather Gall anxious, afraid the other might turn hostile.
After so thought, Chicken Feather Gall looks helplessly at Ling Wuce for guidance.
Ling Wuce’s expression is strange; he knows the little Guardian’s deals, trading so saliva for such good stuff is a profitable exchange.
The only trouble is the origin of the White Lotus can drive people mad.
To think the other party knows about the White Lotus and still uses it indifferently.
Have the senior cultivators completely discarded worldly biases?
Thinking of himself needing three White Lotuses just to hesitantly consu them makes Ling Wuce feel a little ashad.
"You should accept it! Helping a senior is a must."
Ling Wuce thinks it over and speaks. Politically, since Liu Zongyuan is an enemy of Yama Hall and has helped in Minzhou City.
Personally... not helping isn’t an option!
Accepting good things gracefully can be a strong privilege.
After all, not everyone is as unaware of such prerogative as Han Yu.
Chicken Feather Gall carefully accepts it, timidly distancing himself from the others, and dashes over to Ling Wuce’s side after seeing no objection.
Just then, Chasing Soul asks, "Will you help too?"
Ling Wuce pales, way too familiar with Chasing Soul’s face, recalling the chaos caused by a split soul makes him shudder.
He can’t understand why Liu Zongyuan is with him.
Have the overseas forces reconciled?
If so, Central Continent is in trouble; who can stop them?
The thought gives Ling Wuce the chills, feeling an urgent need to relay this intel to Quan Xiaotong for advice.
Chasing Soul, seeing the increasingly worried look on the other’s face, tugs at his own mouth.
Because his original intention was really just to ask them to help find Han Yu, but sohow it got twisted in translation.
"I’m not who you think I am."
He has to add, as the split soul’s face seems dood to attract hatred.
Ling Wuce naturally doesn’t believe him; the sa ghastly face, plus the split soul once said he had a lot of clones, assuming another’s here for revenge.
But he nods with a forced smile; he’d already sent the Palace Guard to find Han Yu, just needs to stall.
"I’m here for Han Yu."
Chasing Soul says expressionlessly.
Ling Wuce forces a smile, thinking anyone arriving from across the sea must be here for Han Yu.
"I’m not interested in you all."
Chasing Soul says again.
Ling Wuce still forces a smile.
Communication seems impossible; Chasing Soul can’t help but look at Liu Zongyuan, who’s smiling aningfully.
Bastard’s trying to trap !
The other continues in silence clearly aiming to deepen the misunderstanding, possibly expecting Han Yu to co in and see him dealt with.
"You won’t help explain? I’ve collaborated with you too."
Chasing Soul can’t help asking.
Liu Zongyuan smiles back, staying silent.
"Want to risk spreading the saliva-eating story?"
Chasing Soul threatens.
Liu Zongyuan, unbothered, finally responds, "Feel free. I’ve decided to abandon sha today and from now on."
This shocks everyone present.
Especially Ling Wuce, who finds it remarkable. With such a senior example, suddenly consuming a spit White Lotus doesn’t seem shaful—a quick heal is worth more than pride!
"I really am here for Han Yu."
Chasing Soul has no choice but to tell Ling Wuce again.
"I truly believe you."
Ling Wuce solemnly responds.
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