Twilight, like the last drops of whiskey in a glass, dyed the plaza's glass walls amber.
Wanda Plaza was still bustling with people, and Lin Qifan, carried by the crowd with a tired body, walked forward aimlessly. He didn't know where he was going—perhaps it no longer mattered.
In the open-air plaza, a girl band with guitars was performing. Their red, pink, yellow, and blue hair colors attracted many people to stop and watch.
"Bocchi-chan~ Play 'Orchid Pavilion Preface' by Jay Chou!" someone shouted.
After a few strums of the guitar, the music began.
...
Unrelated to romance, I write the preface, waiting for your return~
My handwriting is blameless, fearless of worldly rights and wrongs~
Your feet also have small corns~
I come with tears to remind you to trim them~
(Original: Rain beats on banana leaves, again several nights of pattering, I await spring thunder to remind you whom to love)
"Kita-chan, you're off-key," someone reminded.
"I'm not off-key, she ran away~" the red-haired Kita-chan cosplayer laughed.
...
Snapping back to reality, Lin Qifan found himself crying.
Two lines of clear tears dripped onto the ground. He subconsciously reached into his pocket and felt a soft, squashed White Rabbit candy. When he pulled it out, he saw a few small mold spots on it.
He didn't care, putting the White Rabbit candy into his mouth and chewing it slowly.
So sweet...so soft...yet with a hint of bitterness.
Jiang Yu's standard blond smile appeared in Lin Qifan's mind. He was embracing Lin Qifan's beloved girl, staring at him with a mocking and derisive gaze.
Then deeply kissing...
"Hate, I truly hate!"
Lin Qifan clenched his fists, and his tears turned into bloody tears, frightening the people nearby who quickly walked away.
"Jiang Yu, I truly hate you. I want to eat your flesh and drink your blood!"
Strands of resentment almost materialized, absorbed by a blackened silver needle in his embrace. A hint of blood color appeared on its complex patterned surface.
"Little brother~ Why so much resentment~ It's just a woman, what a lovesick man."
Suddenly, an extremely enchanting voice came from beside his ear.
Lin Qifan, who was still in sorrow, heard the charming voice that seeped into his bones, and his heart subconsciously sped up.
"Who...what is that!"
"Hehe~ Little brother, take out the silver needle~"
Lin Qifan took out the silver needle. For a moment, he seemed to see a hint of bloody aura.
But it quickly turned into pure white, ethereal immortal energy.
Was he seeing things?
Lin Qifan rubbed his eyes.
"Cough cough, little brother, this humble one's Daoist name is 'Blood Demoness,' named Fang Meiyun, known as Immortal Meiyun. I am an ancient Blood Dao cultivator...hehe, of course, a righteous one~"
A wisp of pink qi floated out from the silver needle, drawing the figure of an exquisitely beautiful woman with a prominent bust and rear in the air, making Lin Qifan feel deeply ashamed.
"You...why are you in my Master's magic treasure?"
Hearing Lin Qifan's question, Fang Meiyun cursed inwardly, 'This is my magic treasure!'
In truth, from the moment Yang Yan'er's cave mansion opened, Fang Meiyun's remnant soul immediately revived. However, the remnant soul was too weak and lacked demonic energy—which was resentment—so she couldn't communicate with the outside world like Yang Yan'er, only watch helplessly.
She watched with her own eyes as Jiang Yu took Yang Yan'er's inheritance and placed her own inheritance on the altar, even replacing Yang Yan'er's portrait with her own.
However, now it benefited her.
"Little brother, what is your Master's name?" Fang Meiyun asked, feigning confusion.
"Yang Yan'er."
"What!!" Fang Meiyun was greatly astonished, clicking her tongue twice:
"That's the most ruthless demonic cultivator from the Great Ming Dynasty. That fellow loves to act innocent and pitiful. In your modern terms, she's a green tea! And she's ugly and plays dirty, almost a public enemy of the righteous path!"
During these days lurking in the silver needle, Fang Meiyun had more or less learned some modern knowledge.
"I agree about her being ugly, but...a demonic cultivator?" Lin Qifan was a little confused.
His Master's portrait was indeed ugly, almost making him throw up his overnight meal.
But her way of doing things didn't seem like a demonic cultivator.
"Little brother, you've been deceived by her!" Fang Meiyun's sweet voice was tinged with helplessness:
"Think carefully, of the magic treasures and cultivation methods she taught you, which one has been useful? Why are you only at the Foundation Establishment Stage now? Don't always look for reasons within yourself..."
"Also, I must remind you, demonic cultivators know the method of 'body possession.' When she cultivates you to a suitable stage, what do you think she'll do?"
After hearing Fang Meiyun's reminder, Lin Qifan was stunned.
That's right!
The Tai Shou Thirteen Needles taught by this Fat Pig Master, and those prescriptions for healing, he had hardly succeeded even once. Even his cultivation of the Pure Yang Heavenly Dao Art was as slow as a turtle...
"So that's it, so that's it! It was all you! You actually want to possess me!"
The sharp-headed Lin Qifan erupted in rage. Without thinking, he pushed all the unpleasantness and anger of these past days onto the bronze ring on his finger.
After all, one was a Fat Pig Master, and the other was Immortal Meiyun with a prominent bust and rear.
Anyone would know how to choose.
Lin Qifan violently ripped off the ring, wishing he could crush it flat.
Unfortunately, he didn't have enough strength, and his finger almost broke from pressing.
"Immortal Meiyun, please accept me as your disciple!"
Almost instantly, Lin Qifan knelt on both knees and respectfully kowtowed several times.
No wonder he had always been suppressed by Jiang Yu. It turned out to be the Fat Pig Master's obstruction.
Now, as long as he became a disciple of a true righteous immortal, little Jiang Yu...
Would be easily handled!
"Not bad, not bad. Now, throw away this ring~"
Fang Meiyun was ecstatic inside. She hadn't expected to easily turn her archenemy's disciple against her. Her thick tongue swirled around her lips, and she let out a cackle.
This guy is also a Nine Yang Saint Body, perfectly compatible with her Nine Yin Holy Body...
Once she recovered her physical body, she would definitely savor every inch of the little fellow...and refine him into a portable cauldron (those who know, know).
"Throw it away? No...I have an idea."
Lin Qifan sneered, clenched his fists, and a plan formed in his mind.
"Cultivating immortals is a higher-level cultivation system. That guy Jiang Yu has probably never seen spiritual energy in his life and can't distinguish between the righteous and demonic paths...If he gets the immortal cultivation inheritance, he will definitely cultivate immortals according to the Fat Pig Master's instructions."
"Since that's the case, I'll give this ring to him."
"When he thinks he has achieved Dao through cultivation, but then suddenly discovers that everything he has done is just serving as a wedding dress for a Fat Pig demonic cultivator, hahahaha, that scene will definitely be interesting!"
Lin Qifan smirked, opened his tattered phone, and called for a same-city express delivery.
Fang Meiyun: ...
"Little brother...you really are, ugh, alas..."
For a moment, Fang Meiyun actually felt sympathy.
How could someone be so unlucky?
Every time he made a choice, he picked the worst option.
"Perhaps this is what they call 'fools have good fortune,' but idiots don't." —Immortal Meiyun sighed with emotion.
The ring was sent away.
Lin Qifan gritted his teeth, knelt on one knee, cupped his hands, and said, "Please, Master, impart your true abilities to me!"
"Hehe...don't worry, this Master has the Great Dao to impart."
Fang Meiyun released a wisp of spiritual energy to lift Lin Qifan's chin, turning his head 45 degrees.
"Golden Foot Impression."
"Master...this..."
"In this era, foot care is the Great Dao that the Nine Yang Saint Body should follow. Go add an hour."
