vstars Chapter 151 Chaos
Chapter 151 Chaos
Yang Silang was shocked. How could it be a separation of life and death?
Grandma had spoken with him several times before, and they chatted and laughed freely, enjoying their food and drink. She only said that giving birth to a daughter would greatly deplete her vital energy, but she never said that it would kill the demon!
Considering that his grandmother repeatedly entrusted him with taking good care of her daughter, it really seemed like she was entrusting her orphan to someone on her deathbed.
Yang Silang was in a panic when he realized that his grandmother might have been on the verge of death partly because of the transmission of the scriptures. He wanted to obtain the Ruyi Tianzun's original scripture, but there was no need to make things so tragic.
He sensed it with his soul.
Granny Tianjing wasn't a figment of imagination; the demonic energy around the stone was indeed thin, and its condition looked very bad. She couldn't even sense any spiritual reaction from it, and it seemed to be on its last legs.
He hurriedly got up, looked around the room searching, and asked questions incessantly.
"Grandma, putting everything else aside, where's my little aunt?"
"I didn't see anything!"
"Where did you give birth to it?"
This was Granny Tianjing's obsession; she would not rest in peace if she could not satisfy the other party.
The problem is, Yang Silang searched everywhere but couldn't find the young woman anywhere.
Is this piece of jade, Tianhuang stone, or just ordinary bluestone?
Is it white, black, or green?
Is it round and plump, square and chubby, or flat and thin?
Just as he was getting anxious, the murky round stone above his head cracked with a snap, and an irregular, gray pebble the size of a thumb fell down, landing in Yang Silang's palm and turning over twice.
There wasn't a trace of demonic energy on it; it looked just like an ordinary pebble.
Well, the kind that would be left on the street to be trampled on by passersby without even a second glance—if that's considered a demon, then this weak treasure-hunting rat could be called an unparalleled demon.
"Grandma?" Yang Silang called out to his grandmother, trying to confirm.
But they found that Grandma's figure had disappeared from the solid rock, and the faint demonic aura that had been there just moments before had almost completely dissipated.
Yang Silang dared not delay. He slapped the three points of the repair source onto the round stone on the roof. Whether Grandma could live or die depended on her own fate.
He hurriedly left the Martial Arts Tower with the small, broken pebble that he might have to call his aunt in his pocket. If this pebble wasn't his aunt, he would be in big trouble.
But he searched the room carefully several times and found nothing else unusual.
As Grandma had instructed, after giving birth to her daughter, Yang Silang needed to take his aunt away as soon as possible. Grandma's methods could probably deceive the Tower-Suppressing Master for a while, but not for long.
If Yang Silang lingers too long, the Grandmaster will inevitably turn his suspicious gaze upon him, and that would be a very bad situation.
We left the Wujing Pagoda without stopping.
Because he had something on his mind, Yang Silang almost forgot about Daqing and headed straight for the gate. He only turned back halfway to go to the stable to find his own mount.
We haven't reached the stables yet.
Just then, the old groom was slapping his thigh and wailing about how much he had lost. When he saw Yang Silang, he immediately grabbed him.
"Young Coach Yang..."
"You said I kindly took in your donkey to feed the horses, but I didn't let it harm the horses!"
"He didn't even look before riding a mare! This is the head instructor's spare horse; what if she gets pregnant?"
Yang Silang peeked out and saw that, sure enough, in the stable, Daqing was standing proudly, swishing its tail and snorting. It had finished, but next to it was a beautiful mare with high shoulders, rubbing against it affectionately.
Huh?
Isn't this the same mare that fought with Daqing for food and even bit and kicked it?
Don't underestimate a poor donkey. You bit me, kicked me, and looked down on me back then. Today, I'll make you grovel and become my mount.
Yang Silang glared fiercely at Da Qing, "You're just making trouble!"
He took out a tael of silver from his pocket, patted it into the old coachman's palm, and said, "Brother, take this and have some wine."
This method worked as expected. The old groom said he couldn't accept this, but he deftly took the silver and put it in his sleeve. He then patted his chest and promised that next time Daqing came, he would keep it with the mare to graze.
There are quite a few mares in the stable, but Daqing can pick out the prettiest and best one at a glance and successfully mount it. What a fine donkey!
Yang Silang was both amused and exasperated. He led Daqing and hurriedly bid farewell to the hospitable old groom.
Big Blue carried him without looking back, raising its head, swishing its tail, and slowly swaying away from the stable, ignoring the mare's mournful cries behind it. What a worthless donkey!
"If you can't control yourself next time, I'll castrate you!" Yang Silang threatened, slapping its head hard.
With no one around, Daqing immediately shrank its neck, lowered its tail, and cried out in pain, begging for mercy.
"Sir, I will never dare to do it again."
"I will never forget your earnest teachings."
"That little mare has a grudge against me, and I won't leave until I avenge it!"
"I promise I won't cheat on you again next time."
Yang Silang frowned. Daqing had just learned to speak, and although it had long since gained sentience, it still used some words in a very messy way.
They returned to their rented hospital room.
Yang Silang led Daqing directly into the main house, then summoned Wang Daniu from next door, and then brought out Shenu from the Niwan Palace, filling the originally spacious house to the brim.
Because the human, the demon, and the soul were standing quite far apart.
Wang Daniu frowned, somewhat unhappy. He was originally Fourth Brother's close fellow villager and page. They had carried loads together, fought on the battlefield together, and escaped death together. They were also neighbors and had the closest relationship.
Well, last time Fourth Brother had a demon donkey by his side. That donkey is even more hateful after it came back from the secret realm. It has even learned to talk and has a particularly sharp tongue. It kept nagging that according to its strength, it should live in the side room and the stable is the best place for Wang Daniu.
Out of respect for his fourth brother, he tolerated it. After all, the other party was just venting, and the main problem was that he really couldn't beat this donkey.
But it wasn't just the donkey that returned from the secret realm; there was also the bewitching spirit, She Nu, who was so alluring that even the ladies of Fengyan Tower weren't worthy to carry her shoes.
According to my fourth brother, its true form is a one-horned red serpent, which is enormous and a powerful demon at the Core Formation stage.
He didn't understand anything about forming a golden core or not; all he knew was that his status in the family had decreased by one level.
"I need to hurry up and train. I'm only fourth at the bottom right now... If some newcomer joins the ranks, I'm afraid I'll become fifth!"
pat.
What you fear most is what happens.
Yang Silang placed an inconspicuous pebble on the table and asked the three of them to identify whether it was a young demon or if there was any way to determine whether it was a living or dead creature.
He only said that he obtained this item by chance, and that it was said to be the offspring of a crystal demon. Who can determine whether it is true or not?
Daqing went over and sniffed it, looking disgusted, and said, "Isn't this just an ordinary stone?"
Wang Daniu held it in his hand and weighed it, but couldn't see any difference.
She Nu examined it carefully for a long time, and said that she didn't know either, but she had a clumsy method.
She carefully released a wisp of almost negligible demonic power, which touched the pebble, but the pebble emitted a faint white light to block it.
Yang Silang breathed a sigh of relief. Good, he had indeed picked the right one. This was indeed a young demon cub. Protecting itself and disguising itself was its instinct. With a slight stimulation from She Nu, it reacted.
But on the other hand, it was disguised so well that no one would have guessed it was a demon.
He finally fulfilled Grandma Tianjing's request.
I wonder how Grandma is doing now that she received his three points of restoration essence?
"Fourth Brother, is there going to be another member in the family?" Wang Daniu asked with concern.
"I'll take care of this stone demon for you from now on!" he volunteered.
Daqing's decision to become a monk halfway through his life is rebellious and beyond saving. The demons he raised from childhood will definitely be close to him, so that he can maintain his precarious position as an elder.
"Are you sure?" Yang Silang looked at him with suspicion.
"It's settled then..." Wang Daniu said, head held high and chest puffed out, his gaze resolute. "By the way, Fourth Brother, what's the name for this little guy? Should he call me Uncle or Second Dad?"
Yang Silang glanced at him with sympathy.
Her nickname is Little Stone, and according to seniority, we should call her Auntie!
Wang Daniu's face darkened; the sky had fallen.
Oh my god!
This thankless task of serving the little emperor was something he took on voluntarily.
Daqing and Shenu watched Wang Daniu get the short end of the stick, secretly pleased. But their smiles slowly faded—wait, even the master has to call her "little aunt," so wouldn't that mean they'd have an extra little ancestor they couldn't afford to offend?
Once he was certain that he had picked up the right aunt and not some random rock, Yang Silang waved for everyone to disperse.
He lost all interest in practicing martial arts and cultivating Taoism tonight.
Yang Silang, holding his younger sister-in-law in his hands, paced anxiously in circles around the room.
I wonder if Granny Tianjing in the Martial Arts Tower is alive or dead.
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On the other side, at the Wujing Pagoda pavilion.
This is the highest point of the Wujing Pagoda. Due to architectural restrictions, it is a small room less than 1.5 meters long and wide, and the room is very simply furnished.
There were no paintings or mirrors on the walls, no beds or chairs on the floor, not even a cabinet for storing clothes. Even a treasure-hunting mouse would have to leave crying if it came in.
There was only one futon on the ground.
In addition, there is a crystal disc the size of a millstone embedded in the wall.
The disc is covered with regular cracks, forming dozens of hexagonal equilateral shapes, which can collect the images fed back from each part, so that the master of the tower can grasp the status of the entire tower at the first time.
Opposite the disc, an old man sat on a futon. He was none other than Fu Liunian, the Grandmaster in charge of the Martial Arts Pagoda of the Jiangdong Province. This was a rule passed down from the time of Emperor Taizu that each province's Martial Arts Pagoda must have a Grandmaster in charge to prevent thieves from causing trouble.
Although Master Fu was old, he was physically strong and energetic. His cultivation technique provides bonuses every full moon night, making it twice as effective in advancing his cultivation and breaking through realms.
He mustered his inner energy and circulated it for the last time. All these years of seclusion were for the purpose of breaking through and becoming a Grandmaster of the Golden Marrow.
Fu Liunian knew he was old and only had one chance to break through. After failing and getting injured, the chance of having another chance was extremely small, so he had been diligently accumulating experience over the years.
Of course, he was much more diligent in his personal affairs, so the matter of guarding the tower became a mere formality. He would feel headache and annoyed if he spent even a moment more on official business each day.
Fortunately, the Martial Arts Tower is a proper, quiet government office with little to do, so he doesn't have to worry about it. Even the crystal demon is quite sensible and has never given a warning in decades. The two have never even had a proper conversation more than a few times.
Master Fu slacked off on his cultivation every day, while the Crystal Demon pretended to be dead and lazy. They kept to themselves and lived peacefully by each other's side.
Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound rang in his ears—beep beep beep…
"Cough..." Master Fu's mouth was bleeding, suffering a slight backlash.
He opened his eyes in anger, wondering how there could be noise in his place of quiet cultivation.
Then they saw that the milky white crystal disc on the wall had turned cloudy, and cracks were spreading wildly on it, as if some kind of power had been activated, and a sharp sound was coming from inside the disc.
Fu Liunian could only sigh inwardly at his bad luck.
"It seems that the three-hundred-year-old demon can't hold on any longer."
"I'll try to find another partner. I wonder if they'll be as lazy as this old monster and ignore my daily training."
He converted the room on the top floor into a training room. Strictly speaking, this is where grandmasters are on duty, working with the crystal demon to monitor the Martial Scripture Tower.
The disc collapsed at this moment, clearly indicating that its lifespan was coming to an end.
The thought that even the old demon, who could live so long, would one day die made Fu Liunian wish he could continue cultivating now, only regretting that he couldn't live for three hundred years.
"No, the death of the tower-guarding demon is a serious matter; we must report it to the capital..."
"Otherwise, it would be considered dereliction of duty on my part."
Fu Liunian found the communication jade talisman and was about to use it.
"what?"
From his perspective, the circular crystal disc on the wall changed again, like a familiar scene played in reverse.
The cracks gradually disappeared, leaving faint traces, and the muddy, murky color gradually dissipated, turning into a cloudy white.
Although it's far from being in normal condition, it's much better than the way it looked before, on the verge of collapse and breaking down.
"Is this a last gasp before death, or has it pulled through again?"
Fu Liunian stared wide-eyed, completely baffled, and decided to take a look first, putting down the communication jade talisman in his hand.
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