Chapter 200: Chapter 163: Must Be a Demon Cultivator from the Ancestral Sect

Only after being cleansed of their past in the Forgetfulness River and having their karma erased on Mount Shuo can one be considered a ’Fengdu Yin Spirit’.

Other forms of postnatal Cultivation, like devouring blood and flesh or refining yin malevolence, are deviant paths that have strayed from the true way."

Jiang Yi nodded and said:

"Thank you for the explanation, Music-Harmonizing Attendant."

Neither of them commented on the matter of killing for profit and destroying the evidence, as if they had a tacit understanding that required no words.

Jiang Yi suddenly asked:

"What should we do with this Yang God Grand Duke?"

The small, flesh-ball-like doll, whether out of fear of Jiang Yi’s fearsome power or for some other reason, remained obediently in place and hadn’t tried to escape.

"This thing is far from mature, so its effects are still quite weak. If you trust me, Young Master Jiang, let me cultivate it for a while."

Xiaoqiao said slowly:

"You are about to break through to the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer. As the saying goes, the Eighth Layer condenses baleful qi, and the Ninth Layer refines astral qi.

When your Inner Mansion and Primordial Gate are battered by the turbid baleful qi, the thicker your accumulation, the more your life force and Primordial Essence will be depleted. You will need this to extend your lifespan and strengthen your internal breath."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi released his Divine Sense, enveloped the small, flesh-ball-like doll, and snatched it into his hand. He then handed it to the green-robed young woman without the slightest hesitation.

Xiaoqiao’s eyes curved into crescents, and she giggled with a smile:

"I knew you trusted me, Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Yi played along, cupping his hands in a salute as he said:

"How could I possibly not trust the Music-Harmonizing Attendant? You are my ’direct supervisor,’ after all."

Xiaoqiao was delighted. Her previous bit of pique vanished in an instant, and she spoke again:

"Young Master Jiang, would you like to cross Mount Shuo by boat with me? I remember that many Sorrowless Flowers bloom there. They’re quite a sight to behold."

Jiang Yi pondered for a moment. ’It’s just sharing a boat, that’s not too intimate.’

’The lady enthroned in the Profound City Central Palace shouldn’t misunderstand anything, either.’

"Since the Music-Harmonizing Attendant has extended another invitation, I dare not refuse."

Xiaoqiao blinked her eyes and snorted inwardly:

’He finally knows what’s good for him for once.’

The two of them boarded the small boat together. Without needing to be rowed, it drifted straight down the current.

However, Jiang Yi had only been sitting at the prow for a short while before he began to feel a tinge of regret.

The reason was simple.

Miss Xiaoqiao was far too lively, like a True Master Xuanmiao who had just been released after being cooped up in the Palace of Budding Beauties for over a decade.

"Young Master Jiang, look at these creatures on the riverbanks. The ones that are earth-yellow all over and have a single horn are ’Fenyang.’ They aren’t malicious and are actually drawn to auspicious signs..."

"Those with four legs and no mouth are called ’Tulou.’ They can’t eat grains but are skilled at finding earth qi..."

"And the ones that look like small children with ethereal bodies, attached to the trees and rocks, are called ’Wang Liang’..."

Jiang Yi didn’t find her annoying. A lively young woman wasn’t a bad thing. For a dull and uninteresting person like himself, appreciating her wild-flower-like, innocent nature helped broaden his own mind and lift his spirits.

"Young Master Jiang, you’re a Mountain and River Attendant appointed by the Profound City. You should be familiar with all this."

After chattering on, Xiaoqiao abruptly fell silent. She glanced guiltily at Jiang Yi and stammered:

"You don’t think I’m being too noisy, do you?"

A smile touched Jiang Yi’s lips. He seemed to find Miss Xiaoqiao’s flustered appearance rather cute and said softly:

"The Music-Harmonizing Attendant is giving me careful guidance and broadening my horizons. I can’t get enough of it, so how could I possibly find it annoying?"

Hearing this, Xiaoqiao looked as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She instantly started chattering like a lark again, fluttering around Jiang Yi.

He, in turn, maintained his calm expression, resting his chin on one hand and laughing to himself.

’If Miss Xiaoqiao weren’t so pretty and her voice so pleasant to listen to, this would actually be quite noisy.’

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「On the banks of the Forgetfulness River.」

The fat girl was being carried in a palanquin by several mountain sprites, who were sprinting to keep up with the small boat.

"Well, well, well! Sharing a boat already! Where are the Wang Liang?"

As the fat girl’s call faded, a hundred or so wisps of ethereal vapor immediately appeared, looking like a sky full of fireflies.

"Have the Sorrowless Flowers on Mount Shuo bloomed yet?"

"Reporting to Ancestral Grandmother. The Sorrowless Flowers only bloom when they see the sun and only release their fragrance in the light. They haven’t bloomed in several thousand years."

The fat girl furrowed her brow, pulled out a human romance novel she carried with her, and hastily flipped through a few pages.

"For a man and a woman spending time alone, there must be some romantic ambiance to serve as a catalyst. If these Sorrowless Flowers don’t bloom, it’ll lack a certain something!

Forget it, forget it! Let’s just get to Mount Shuo first!"

At the fat girl’s command, the mountain sprites’ faces flushed red as they strained to pick up their pace.

’This Ancestral Grandmother is so damn heavy!’

’It’s no easier than carrying an entire mountain!’

The fat girl clutched the romance novel and suddenly looked toward the Profound City Central Palace.

’The Young Lord-in-law and Xiaoqiao are getting so close. I wonder if Her Ladyship can see this.’

’In this union of yang marrying yin... it’s really hard to say who’s marrying whom anymore...’