Chapter 75 - 72: Immortal Uncle and Immortal Sister

Chapter 75: Chapter 72: Immortal Uncle and Immortal Sister

Jiang Chaosheng asked,

"Did you fight back?"

The little boy cradled the dying little dog.

"There were too many of them. I couldn’t win. I could only hold Xiaobai and take the beating."

Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow.

"Afraid of getting hurt?"

The little boy nodded.

Many people assume that street urchins like him grew up rolling around in the dirt.

That they’re hardy and tough, either fighting or on their way to a fight every day.

In short, just two words: tough and rowdy.

But in reality, most street urchins weren’t like that.

Street urchins are terrified of getting hurt.

Many people who’ve encountered street urchins look down on them.

Because when they were young, they had far more guts than this little boy.

But that was only because they knew if they got hurt, someone would be there to treat them; it would just cost their parents a little money.

For a street urchin, however, as long as they weren’t dead, no one would bother with them.

If they got hurt, the wound would fester and get infected.

If it was something more serious, like a broken bone, it meant a lifelong disability.

Jiang Chaosheng’s gaze darkened slightly, and he said,

"What do you want to do next? Do you want to go fight back?"

The little boy shook his head.

"I want to bury Xiaobai and get far away from here."

Jiang Chaosheng asked,

"Then why did you come here and wait for me?"

The little boy pulled two hundred yuan from his pocket and offered it to Jiang Chaosheng, his small, grimy face tilted up.

"You left the money in the bread bag the other day."

Jiang Chaosheng understood.

He was here to return the money.

Jiang Chaosheng didn’t take the money.

He let the two bills get soaked in the rain.

Jiang Chaosheng said,

"Silent wounds don’t heal on their own. They only fester in the dark."

The little boy froze for a moment.

"What does that mean?"

Jiang Chaosheng said,

"It means that if you don’t fight back, you’ll never feel right about it.

Which do you think is harder to bear? The pain in your body, or the ache in your heart?"

The little boy stared blankly at Jiang Chaosheng, then slowly lowered his head to look at the constantly whimpering Xiaobai.

It’s unclear what he was thinking, but he pushed himself up from the ground.

Jiang Chaosheng asked,

"Where are you going?"

The little boy burst into tears and shouted at Jiang Chaosheng with all his might,

"I can’t beat them, but can’t I at least hurt them?!"

An imperceptible smile hung on the corner of Jiang Chaosheng’s mouth.

If he were the ordinary corporate drone Jiang Chaosheng, he would have advised the little boy to let it go and keep the peace.

He wouldn’t have given the little boy a bad idea that went against the rules of a street urchin’s life and the laws of society.

Because he wouldn’t have had the ability to take responsibility for the boy.

Fortunately, he was Jiang Chaosheng, the Manager of Antique Shop Zero. He was the possessor of many Taboo Items, reverently called Dusk by the authorities.

Jiang Chaosheng liked this little boy.

Because the way this child treated his little dog was the same way his own mother had treated him.

Jiang Chaosheng was a cold and detached person who saw everyone else in the world as NPCs.

But his attitude toward his mother was different. If he possessed any gentleness, she was the only one who had ever truly seen it.

Jiang Chaosheng pointed to Xiaobai in the boy’s arms.

"But what about your dog?"

The little boy held Xiaobai and wailed.

He didn’t have many friends. To date, he had only two.

One was Xiaobai, who had been with him for a year. The other was Jiang Chaosheng, who had given him bread to eat.

Jiang Chaosheng said,

"I can save it."

The little boy’s crying came to an abrupt stop.

He looked at Jiang Chaosheng, his eyes full of hope.

The little boy placed Xiaobai on the ground.

"No lying to kids."

’That uncle had already tricked me once,’ he thought. ’He said the heavens listened to him, that if he told the sky to rain, it would have to obey.’

Jiang Chaosheng took out a broken bowl covered in cracks.

Actually, this wasn’t a bowl.

It was connected to the nearly dried-up Yellow Springs.

The Netherworld Water wasn’t infinite; it needed long ages to recover its former glory.

After creating a group of Corpse Ghost Cleaner Fish, there wasn’t much Netherworld Water left.

A moment later, the wounds on Xiaobai’s body disappeared, and the exhaustion and pain in its eyes were swept away.

Xiaobai’s body had even grown a little larger.

From this moment on, this ordinary stray dog—no, this ordinary domestic mutt—had become a Corpse Ghost.

It possessed Supernatural Power and could be called a Supernatural Creature.

As it grew, its body would probably continue to get bigger.

The little boy grabbed Xiaobai in a hug, crying tears of joy.

Xiaobai wagged its tail nonstop, secretly glancing at Jiang Chaosheng, its eyes filled with not only deep fear but also gratitude.

The little boy looked at Jiang Chaosheng.

"Are you a doctor?"

Jiang Chaosheng thought for a moment, then said self-deprecatingly,

"I’m a patient."

’Jiang Chaosheng is so amazing,’ the little boy thought. ’He’s always saying things I don’t understand.’

The little boy bowed to Jiang Chaosheng.

He planned to thank Jiang Chaosheng, then go fight those big guys who had bullied him!

Suddenly, a cool, soft hand rested on his head.

The little boy looked up in confusion and saw a devastatingly beautiful face.

It was that pretty sister who followed the uncle and held his umbrella.

A gentle smile played on Daji’s lips.

"You’re too skinny. You’ll be at a disadvantage."

The little boy shook his head firmly.

"I’ll fight even if I can’t win! I refuse to be bullied!"

Daji’s smile deepened.

"I like your spirit."

In the rainy night, a gentle beauty in a white, ancient-style robe stood there. Her hand, glowing with a faint white light, rested gently on the dazed boy’s head.

It was a fantastical and beautiful scene.

Daji withdrew her hand.

"Now you can go fight."

The little boy felt a change in his body.

He could see many strange, sparkling specks in the air.

The little boy felt that if he just found the right way, he could eat those sparkling specks.

Eating them would definitely be good for him.

The little boy suddenly looked up at the sky.

The raindrops formed threads of silk.

The little boy said blankly,

"This rain..."

He whipped his head to look at Daji.

"You’re an Immortal! You’re an Immortal Sister!"

Jiang Chaosheng’s gaze was dark.

’A Spiritual Aperture. Daji opened this kid’s Spiritual Aperture?!’

The little boy peeked out from behind Daji at Jiang Chaosheng.

"You’re an Immortal Uncle!"

Jiang Chaosheng froze.

’Daji is a sister, but I’m an uncle?’

The little boy dropped to his knees with a THUD and kowtowed to the two of them.

"Thank you, Immortal Uncle! Thank you, Immortal Sister!"

Daji covered her mouth and chuckled lightly.

"Don’t thank me, just thank him. You are his disciple, not mine."

The little boy froze again.

"Disciple?"

Daji said,

"He taught you and cleared your confusion, didn’t he?

I only helped you for his sake."

The little boy was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly to Jiang Chaosheng.

"Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master!"

After he finished kowtowing, he ran toward the other end of the street.

He was probably off to find someone to fight.

The corner of Jiang Chaosheng’s eye twitched for a moment.

"When did I say I was taking him as a disciple?"

Daji asked in return,

"Then why did you help him?"

Jiang Chaosheng said,

"I just thought the white dog was like me."

He looked at Daji.

"And why did you help him?"

Daji smiled adoringly.

"Because he’s a lot like you, my husband."

Jiang Chaosheng couldn’t be bothered to explain that he wasn’t her husband anymore.

He pondered for a moment, then asked,

"Can you open a Spiritual Aperture? Open one for me, too."

Daji shook her head.

"The ’Immortal’s Touch’ consumes too much energy. I’ll have to wait until next time."

Jiang Chaosheng was now starting to get jealous of that little boy.

"Do you want to learn Magic, my husband?"

Daji asked.

Jiang Chaosheng froze for a second, then nodded.

Daji said with relief,

"My husband should have started learning Magic long ago!"

Jiang Chaosheng caught a piece of information in Daji’s words and asked,

"You mean, your husband doesn’t know any Magic, is that right?"

Daji blinked, puzzled.

"That’s right. My husband was busy with state affairs. How could he have time to learn such a vulgar thing?"

As Daji spoke, she broke into a sweet smile.

"It was enough that I learned it. I could protect my husband."

Jiang Chaosheng understood.

’So her husband really was an Emperor from history, wasn’t he?’

’Su Daji mastered countless forms of Miaofa, all to protect her Emperor.’

’She’s not quite like the promiscuous character from the legends.’

’If this isn’t loyalty, what is?’

’As expected, the women surrounding the Human Emperor were something else.’

’I wonder what kind of charm that Human Emperor, who knew no Magic, possessed to make a peerlessly beautiful Great Mage like Daji willing to follow him through life and death?’

Jiang Chaosheng was very curious about who that Human Emperor was, but he didn’t dare ask.

Now it seemed Daji had a way for him to come into contact with Magic.

If Daji went crazy again and became impossible to communicate with, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Jiang Chaosheng asked,

"You can’t perform Opening the Spiritual Aperture today, so how can you teach me Magic?"

Daji said,

"I have a Miaofa that can be used for Cultivation before Opening the Spiritual Aperture, to build a foundation.

Once the Spiritual Aperture is open, your Cultivation of Magic will be twice as effective with half the effort.

Do you wish to learn, my husband?"

Jiang Chaosheng nodded.

"I’ll learn!"

"Then I shall pass it on to you, my husband."

Daji took graceful, lotus-like steps and came before Jiang Chaosheng.

She looked up at Jiang Chaosheng, her eyes like a pool of spring water, impossible to look away from.

Daji let go of the umbrella in her hand.

The umbrella, as if alive, automatically hovered over the heads of Jiang Chaosheng and Daji.

Daji reached out and cradled Jiang Chaosheng’s head.

Her wide sleeves slid down, revealing a pale white arm.

Daji closed her eyes and gently kissed Jiang Chaosheng’s forehead.

Jiang Chaosheng frowned. Just as he was about to push Daji away, profound information flooded his mind.

[Spiritual Concentration Divine Art].

Through this Magic, Jiang Chaosheng understood what a Spiritual Aperture was.

Mortals have seven apertures, while Deities have nine.

The two extra apertures that Deities have are the Spiritual Aperture and the Divine Acupoint.

Jiang Chaosheng didn’t know what the Divine Acupoint was.

But he now understood what the Spiritual Aperture was.

"Ling" means soul. A Spiritual Aperture is an aperture opened in the soul.

The Spiritual Aperture could store Spiritual Power. Through methods like Spells and Talismans, it could transform chaotic Spiritual Qi into orderly and unified Magic.

’So what did the [Spiritual Concentration Divine Art] do?’

It was a method for absorbing Spiritual Qi to strengthen the soul.

Imagine: other people’s souls are made of paper-mâché, while yours is forged from iron. If you both underwent Opening the Spiritual Aperture at the same time, your cultivation speed and control over Spiritual Power wouldn’t even be in the same league.

After reviewing the information in his mind, Jiang Chaosheng looked at the woman before him, who was kissing his forehead.

A faint fluorescent light emanated from Daji’s body as she dazedly caressed Jiang Chaosheng’s face.

"I’m so tired. Take me back to the palace, won’t you?"

After Daji finished speaking, she transformed into the Nine-tailed Fox Demon Core.

Jiang Chaosheng held the Nine-tailed Fox Demon Core in his palm, grabbed the Oil Paper Umbrella hovering in midair, and strode off toward Antique Shop Zero.

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PS: No cultivation, no cultivation!!!! Absolutely no cultivation!!