Xuan Jizi stared at his chest in disbelief as three black souls pinned his shoulders tightly. Fang Zhiyi sidestepped his hand and pierced his heart with a single thrust of his sword.
Xuan Jizi’s gaze gradually faded. He raised his hand slowly toward the sky.
“Become an immortal…”
Fang Zhiyi paid him no attention. “This sword is really handy. I wonder where he got it.”
He pulled out the blade and turned around. Behind him, the three black souls fumbled to extract Xuan Jizi’s spirit.
“Let’s go,” Fang Zhiyi said lightly as he passed by Xu Xiaoya.
Xu Xiaoya’s body trembled slightly. Gousheng had killed someone.
She had seen Gousheng kill someone!
Fang Zhiyi looked back, a little puzzled. “What? You want to stay a while longer?”
Xu Xiaoya shivered. But just as she stepped forward, something struck her. “What about those houses…”
She had stayed here for a few days and knew all too well what was inside them.
Xuan Jizi had used the abducted “disciples” as test subjects for his elixirs. Some exploded upon swallowing the pills; some bled from every orifice. A few survived, but those who did were clearly no longer normal. In his madness, Xuan Jizi had tried to lecture these living monsters, but when they refused to obey, he simply locked them up in those houses.
Xu Xiaoya had seen one of them once—a person writhing multiple faces sprouting from its chest. It made her scalp crawl.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t even blink. “I understand. All pitiful souls.”
He snapped his fingers. “Get to work.”
The black souls scattered. Soon, the two rows of houses fell silent. Xu Xiaoya watched Gao Mingzhi drift out, stuffing something into his mouth without stopping. She couldn’t tell if it was her imagination, but with every bite, Gao Mingzhi’s body seemed to grow larger.
“We can go now,” Fang Zhiyi said, suddenly turning to Xu Xiaoya. “Kindness is a good thing, but in this world, kindness might lead you to a grave without a tomb.” He paused, thinking better of what he was about to say.
Xu Xiaoya followed him with her head down, watching him rummage through everything, nearly cleaning out Xuan Jizi’s belongings.
She didn’t ask what had happened to the other controlled disciples. She had a faint guess, but she only had Gousheng now. Even if Gousheng turned bad, he was still Gousheng.
Fang Zhiyi grinned, shouldering a bulging bundle. “Little Black, when I first made contact with that guy, it didn’t trigger a plot, but it triggered his life memories… So, have you been hiding something from me?”
Xiaoxiaohei shook its head. “Host, no.”
“That bastard had golden merit light? And you call that nothing?”
Xiaoxiaohei nodded. “Absolutely nothing.”
“Play it again for me!” Fang Zhiyi demanded.
Xiaoxiaohei nodded. “Alright.”
Xu Xiaoya had no idea what was wrong with Fang Zhiyi. She pressed herself fearfully against his arm, clinging tightly. After an unknown amount of time, Fang Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes.
“I get it.”
“Gousheng? What do you get?”
“Never mind that for now. Follow me.”
“Where?”
“I’ll show you the world.” Fang Zhiyi patted the bundle on his chest. “We’ve got money.”
Two unremarkable young Daoists arrived in Huaijiang City, wearing shabby old robes. Their appearance didn’t draw much attention.
Compared to Fang Zhiyi’s carefree attitude, Xu Xiaoya seemed timid and uneasy.
“Chin up! Chest out!” Fang Zhiyi said. “Don’t act like a thief. The more afraid you look, the more people will notice you.”
Xu Xiaoya lowered her voice. “Gousheng, we… we killed someone…”
Fang Zhiyi was taken aback. “I was the one who killed. What’s that got to do with you?”
“Isn’t it the same… How dare you come into the city? And what about Young Master Gao…”
“What? Want to take him down? Want me to call him out for a Thomas spin?”
Xu Xiaoya didn’t understand what a Thomas spin meant, but at the thought of Gao Mingzhi covered in black smoke, she quickly shook her head.
“You’ve been skulking this whole time. Are you trying to ask if Gao Mingzhi is dead?”
Xu Xiaoya stared blankly at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi shrugged carelessly. “He’s dead. I killed him.”
“Gousheng, you…”
Fang Zhiyi suddenly bumped her. Xu Xiaoya shut her mouth immediately. Up ahead, people on the street scattered to both sides as two figures approached. One was wrapped tightly from head to toe; the other walked on stilts, a mocking grin on his face.
Fang Zhiyi lowered his head, catching only a glimpse. A black wooden tag hung from the stilt-walker’s waist, with three words clearly legible: “Qin Tian Jian” (Imperial Astronomical Bureau).
He frowned, thinking to himself. He could feel the man’s gaze lingering on him deliberately.
“Oh, look—two little Daoists over here.”
“Don’t cause trouble. Let’s go. We’re already behind on business.”
“Tch, I say Grand Preceptor Zhou is making a mountain out of a molehill. Just because some junior in his family ran into trouble, he sends us two brothers out.”
“Cut the chatter. Walls have ears.”
“There are no walls in the street!” The stilt-walker laughed. “So, is that joke funny or what?”
The tightly wrapped man ignored him and kept walking forward.
Fang Zhiyi heard the voices fade and looked up, only to catch the stilt-walker glancing back at him with a grin, revealing two rows of teeth as white as bone.
Fang Zhiyi smiled back with a simple nod as a greeting. The stilt-walker laughed even more, then followed his companion away.
“Imperial Astronomical Bureau…” Fang Zhiyi’s face turned grim. Grand Preceptor Zhou? Looks like something happened to Zhou Lian. It’s good to have a rich family background—even in a broken world like this, cultivators get backers.
He took Xu Xiaoya to an inn. The waiter initially refused to serve two poor Daoists, but when Fang Zhiyi slammed some silver on the counter, the waiter did a complete 180. Xu Xiaoya, who had been about to drag Fang Zhiyi away, was stunned.
“See that? Money makes the world go ’round.”
Xu Xiaoya swallowed hard without saying a word.
So far, Fang Zhiyi hadn’t seen any sign of Xu Xiaoya turning into a villain.
Could it be that he had interfered too early?
But worrying about Xu Xiaoya wasn’t his priority now. With the Gao family wiped out, the incident involving him and Xu Xiaoya had been temporarily shelved. The city was relatively safe for the moment.
Fang Zhiyi washed up quickly and then took Xu Xiaoya out.
Xu Xiaoya had never been in a city before. Previously, she had been locked up or forbidden from going anywhere. Everything was new and fascinating to her.
For the first time, Xu Xiaoya showed the liveliness befitting her age.
“Gousheng, isn’t this pretty?”
“Gousheng, what’s that?”
“Gousheng, look at that person…”
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