After scolding the guards, Jun Shu dismissed everyone. The entire room was left with only him. He calmed his mind, raised his eyes to look at Su Yueli in the ice coffin, his face bearing some fatigue.
He passed through the formations and came before Su Yueli, raising his hand to touch Su Yueli’s pale face.
“Yueli,” Jun Shu gazed tenderly at Su Yueli’s face, “If she still refuses to save you, this time, I definitely won’t let her off.”
As he spoke, he gently pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.
In her divine sense, Su Yueli perceived Jun Shu’s movements and couldn’t help but furrow her brow. Ning Buxiu noticed her poor mood and asked softly: “Yueli, what’s wrong?”
“My friend is calling me again,” Su Yueli’s face showed worry, “Buxiu, how much longer do we have?”
“The Ning family’s dual cultivation secret technique normally requires years of seclusion. Yueli, your constitution is special—it’s only been just over a month, yet you’ve already merged with over half of my spiritual sea,” Ning Buxiu raised his hand to grasp Su Yueli’s hand and comforted her, “In another month, it should be about done.”
“Another whole month…” Su Yueli frowned tightly, “But they currently know nothing about this matter and are all blaming Senior Sister. If something happens to Senior Sister because of this, I…”
Su Yueli didn’t continue, seeming uneasy. Ning Buxiu thought about it and pondered for a moment: “But the secret technique is already halfway complete. If we finish normally, you could reach Nascent Soul cultivation directly. However, if we forcibly break through now, both our cultivations will likely suffer damage. Yueli, have you thought this through?”
Hearing this, Su Yueli’s expression fell. After a moment, she forced a smile: “How could I let you be hurt because of my soft heart? Forget it,” she shook her head, “In the end, it was she who pushed me off the cliff. I don’t really owe her anything. It’s just that I heard her say to someone earlier that she has a way to awaken me, and I’m afraid that maybe…”
“No matter,” Ning Buxiu smiled gently, “She’s just a Golden Core cultivator—she can’t stir up any waves.”
Hearing Ning Buxiu’s words, Su Yueli felt at ease.
She turned back to look at Jun Shu outside her spiritual sea, comforting herself.
She was doing this to save people too.
Jun Shu… Jun Shu and the others should forgive her, right?
While Su Yueli was anxious and uneasy in her spiritual sea, Qin Wanwan brought Jian Xingzhi back to the small courtyard.
After returning to the courtyard, Qin Wanwan was just about to have Jian Xingzhi rest when she saw him wave his hand, take a brush from nearby and put it in his robe, saying rather excitedly: “I’ll go set things up, you rest. Oh,” as he spoke, Jian Xingzhi specifically instructed, “If anyone asks, don’t tell them about my tunnel.”
“Don’t worry.”
Qin Wanwan nodded, but seeing Jian Xingzhi’s long robe covered in mud, she was somewhat concerned: “Are you really not going to rest?”
“Time is tight and the task is heavy. Also,” Jian Xingzhi thought about it, “if there’s trouble, blow your flute to call me. We need to prepare a special signal. What special tune can you play?”
There were plenty of those.
Qin Wanwan thought about it and immediately played him “Little Apple.”
Jian Xingzhi immediately raised his hands to cover his ears, quite disdainful: “Stop playing, I got it, I’m leaving.”
Having said that, Jian Xingzhi climbed over the wall and disappeared from Qin Wanwan’s view.
After Jian Xingzhi left, Qin Wanwan put down her flute.
Should she sleep first, or work first?
Qin Wanwan sat thinking about it. After calculating the time, she flopped onto the bed—better to sleep first.
After Qin Wanwan went to rest, Jian Xingzhi jumped into the tunnel and concealed the tunnel entrance, finally revealing some signs of fatigue. He sat down on the ground leaning against the earth, closed his eyes to rest.
After all, Jian Zhiyan’s body was still mortal. Before coming up the mountain, he’d forcibly elevated it to Qi Refining, but before Foundation Establishment it was still a mortal body. If he pushed any harder it would collapse. He still needed to find time to train this body’s strength up.
Jian Xingzhi closed his eyes, planning the future path in his mind. After thinking for a while, he took out the formations Qin Wanwan had given him from his sleeve. After examining them carefully, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat disdainful.
The formations Qin Wanwan gave him were all leftover stock from the original soul. She had also secretly added some techniques she’d learned at Jishan, thinking they should be fine for setting up some traps.
These formations might be considered quite good in the eyes of people in this small world, but in Jian Xingzhi’s eyes, they were somewhat substandard.
“Even using two-layer formations,” Jian Xingzhi muttered. He condensed energy with his finger and drew across his palm. After blood beads seeped out, he dipped the brush in the blood and began modifying the formations while commenting: “The outermost formation is completely terrible, the second layer is somewhat interesting.”
As he spoke, he thought about it and was somewhat puzzled: “How does she know such heaven-grade level techniques? Logically speaking, in this small world, knowing a few heavenly tribulation techniques would already be remarkable, wouldn’t it?”
“Master, you forgot,” 666 reminded Jian Xingzhi, “she’s a reborn female supporting character who came back, just like you—a boss pretending to be a rookie. Just listen to me, don’t worry about anything, just cause trouble for her, and she’ll definitely be able to solve it.”
Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi pursed his lips and was too lazy to say anything more to 666, lowering his head to continue modifying the formations.
Jian Xingzhi modified the formations for most of the night. After Qin Wanwan had slept enough, she lazily got up and went through her usual morning routine. A servant then brought over pastries the kitchen had prepared.
Qin Wanwan walked to the main hall to see Song Xinian already sitting in his seat. Seeing her come out, he immediately stood: “Junior Sister.”
“Senior Brother?”
Qin Wanwan smiled: “You came so early?”
“I heard last night,” Song Xinian hesitated, “that you had a conflict with Young Master Jun.”
Qin Wanwan nodded: “That’s right.”
“Last night you…”
“I went to Linglong Pavilion last night,” Qin Wanwan picked up the lotus seed porridge and blew on it, “and figured out what’s going on with Junior Sister Su.”
“Figured it out?”
Song Xinian’s full attention was drawn to Su Yueli: “What’s wrong with her?”
“How about this,” Qin Wanwan raised her eyes to look at Song Xinian and smiled, “In two days, why don’t you gather the sect disciples together at Linglong Pavilion. We’ll awaken Junior Sister Su together and let her clear my name. But before that, please, Senior Brother, set up a barrier around Junior Sister Su to block divine sense detection.”
“Divine sense?” Song Xinian frowned, “Are you saying Junior Sister Su…”
“Senior Brother just needs to do as I say.” Qin Wanwan took a sip of porridge and said no more.
Song Xinian pondered for a moment and nodded.
After a while, Song Xinian asked again: “That Jian Zhiyan…”
“I had someone bring him up the mountain.” Qin Wanwan had long known Song Xinian would ask about this and pretended to be profound, “As for his matter, Senior Brother doesn’t need to ask much. What’s most important right now is Junior Sister Su. Give me two days,” Qin Wanwan’s face was full of confidence, “I’ll definitely make Junior Sister Su wake up completely unharmed.”
Song Xinian received her words. He hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: “Alright, I trust Junior Sister.”
Qin Wanwan said nothing. She lowered her head to drink her porridge.
She wasn’t Qin Wan. Qin Wan might still be moved by her feelings with Song Xinian, but she could see clearly.
Song Xinian didn’t truly trust ‘Qin Wan’ herself, but rather didn’t want to give up any possibility of saving Su Yueli.
But this had little to do with her. Her current task was simply to go down the mountain.
After going down the mountain…
Qin Wanwan thought of Jian Zhiyan and couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh.
They would go their separate ways.
After finishing the meal, Qin Wanwan finally began preparing for work.
In her previous life in the immortal realm, she had been idle and unfocused. She hadn’t done other proper work, but she’d made quite a few small inventions.
After all, the immortal realm was boring, incomparable to the rich spiritual entertainment of the twenty-first century internet. Living two hundred years, without some hobbies it was truly hard to endure.
Using immortal techniques to imitate twenty-first century inventions—if it weren’t for her body’s poor cultivation limiting her, she would have almost become a great artifact crafting master.
Making a divine sense projector—the difficult part was how to enter Su Yueli’s divine sense without anyone noticing.
First, she needed to cut off Su Yueli’s perception of the outside world to prevent Su Yueli from preparing early.
Second, she needed to get a ‘camera’ into Su Yueli’s divine sense.
Third, transmit what the ‘camera’ saw back out.
Qin Wanwan thought left and right, began making modifications on the blueprint. Once the plan was ready, she started having people find materials.
The materials she needed weren’t difficult to obtain.
Gold thread, white curtain, talisman paper bearing Song Xinian’s spiritual power…
When Qin Wanwan began thinking about the “projector” production plan, Jian Xingzhi had already finished modifying the formations. Sporting dark circles under his eyes, he contentedly opened the map Qin Wanwan had given him.
After opening the map, Jian Xingzhi fell silent.
On the white paper was a bunch of crooked and twisted lines—there were squares, circles, and X marks. Qin Wanwan had even kindly used chicken-scratch handwriting to remind where each formation should be placed.
It was just that the paper itself wasn’t very large, and once she wrote on it, after the ink spread, the entire map was packed full, making it impossible to tell what anything was.
At the far right of the paper, she’d drawn a circle with two stick figures holding hands, with a horizontal arrow pointing toward the edge of the paper with the word “charge” written above it.
Jian Xingzhi stared at the “map” for a long time. 666 asked tentatively: “Should we… go back and ask?”
“Can’t rely on her,” Jian Xingzhi closed the map, “I’ll set it up!”
Having said that, Jian Xingzhi sat on the ground and expanded his divine sense range, looking over the entire Wenxin Sect from top to bottom, then began redrawing the map and redesigning the mechanisms.
“I’ll dig out twelve tunnels horizontally below, place the heaviest palaces at each intersection point, then put these explosive talismans there. Detonate them all together and we can blow up the entire Wenxin Sect.”
“Two teleportation curses—put one at this node. When we escape down the mountain, they’ll definitely chase us to here. Jun Shu has the highest cultivation and loves to fly, so I’ll hang the teleportation curse on a tree and have him teleport to the other side.”
“What’s on the other side?” 666 asked curiously. Jian Xingzhi thought seriously and made a decision: “The latrine.”
“And here…”
Jian Xingzhi quickly reformulated the entire plan and without another word, began digging tunnels.
Digging twelve tunnels in a day and a half—even for an expert like Jian Xingzhi, it was a challenge.
Fortunately, these twelve tunnels were on the same plane and not very long, so the pressure wasn’t too great.
The two worked diligently together. Two days later in the early morning, Qin Wanwan had finished making the projector and Jian Xingzhi had finished digging the tunnels. The two changed clothes in their respective rooms. They both coincidentally dressed themselves up much more attractively.
Qin Wanwan wore a black cloud-pattern outfit with gold trim that made her look full of imposing spirit.
Jian Xingzhi only had Jian Zhiyan’s clothes to change into. From a pile of gaudy clothes, he selected a pink robe embroidered with pear blossoms that was slightly less garish. Standing before the mirror, although the clothes dragged him down, he, Jian Xingzhi, still looked full of imposing spirit.
“Second Senior Sister,” a servant stood at the door, urging them, “Senior Brother Song and Young Master Jun are asking if you can go to Linglong Pavilion now?”
Hearing this, the two exchanged glances.
Looking at each other’s heavy dark circles, Qin Wanwan was the first to ask: “Is everything ready?”
“No problems,” Jian Xingzhi held the ‘projector’ Qin Wanwan had prepared and nodded, “What about you?”
“Everything is ready.”
The two nodded together, then simultaneously stepped forward, walking with a gait that disowned all relations.
Everywhere they passed, all the disciples they encountered were dumbstruck. When they reached Linglong Pavilion, they saw Song Xinian and Jun Shu sitting in chairs with the elders, calmly watching these two people appear at the doorway with dark circles so heavy even foundation couldn’t cover them.
“What do we need to do,” Jun Shu’s expression was calm, “you tell us.”