The Immortal’s Poison

Chapter 129: The Bustling City

Generally, it was not difficult for Wen Leyang to stay awake for more than a few days. In addition, as he had been taking naps in the car ride to Shanghai, it was even more difficult for him to fall asleep. However, he was afraid that he might wake Xiaoyi up if he watched the television. Hence, he could only lie on the bed with his eyes wide open. In his mind, the idea to lie down next to Xiaoyi repeatedly flashed past his mind. The ideas were just like fire sparks, where some of them fell into the pond and were immediately extinguished, but some of them fell onto a haystack and burned ferociously…

Time passed extremely slowly. Nevertheless, Wen Leyang understood that he would have felt that time passed too quickly by sunrise the next morning. At midnight, Wen Leyang finally thought of a good idea, which was to imagine the little beauty sleeping on the bed next to his was the fat monk Shui Jing. Suddenly, he saw the ‘fat monk Shui Jing’, who was wrapped in the blanket, sat up drowsily and looked to the left and right. Her eyes slowly brightened and whispered twice, “Wen Leyang…”

Wen Leyang was afraid that Xiaoyi could tell that he was not asleep. He narrowed his eyes into a fine line and took a peek at her secretively. His heart was like a convulsing frog carrying a hand grenade on its back. His heart was beating madly in his throat all the way to his prostate glands.

Xiaoyi was wrapped in the thin blanket. She whispered twice but received no response. She appeared to be slightly disappointed. Suddenly, Wen Leyang felt something moved on his body. ‘You’ve Got Me’ crawled out joyously and jumped onto Xiaoyi’s bed. It crawled here and there, seemingly pleased with itself as if it was telling Xiaoyi, “I am still awake, do you want to look for me?”

Underneath her nimble shoulders, a lotus root-like arm was revealed. Xiaoyi held up ‘You’ve Got Me’ in her palm smilingly and asked, “You’ve Got Me, do you think Wen Leyang is really asleep or is he just pretending…” Before her voice died away, a loud ‘whoosh’ sound came from Wen Leyang’s side of the bed. Wen Leyang jumped up rigidly, without wearing his shoes. He ran barefooted to the door and opened the door suddenly, “Is this fun? How old are all of you already?”

Two cries of alarm echoed through the doorway. The sound of footsteps was heard, accompanied by three-inch nail Wen Bushuo’s complaint, “This is all your rotten idea, I am so embarrassed!”

“How did I know that this lad can even discover us brothers from the closed door…” The door shut with a loud bang. The two disciples of the Death Trademark that were eavesdropping behind the door ran away.

By the time Wen Leyang turned around and sneered at Xiaoyi, he realized that the little girl was already in his bed. Her entire body was wrapped tightly in the blanket, leaving only her head sticking out. She was smiling as she looked towards him, “Wen Leyang, you were pretending to be asleep!”

On the bed that Xiaoyi was sleeping on earlier, ‘You’ve Got Me’ spread up the long stings on its entire body, it was shuttling and cruising about on the large surface, clearly stopping others from getting onto the bed. Occasionally, it ululated twice with an intimidating tone.

Wen Leyang broke out in laughter. His pearly white teeth were pleasing to the eyes. He no longer acted coy and shy. With a cheer, he tossed himself onto the bed next to Xiaoyi. Chuckling softly, she pulled out his arm and used it as her pillow. Her smooth hair swept across Wen Leyang’s skin. It was cold, ticklish and comforting.

Both of them lied sideways on the bed facing the same direction, Xiaoyi exhaled a long satisfied breath. She nestled her tiny little body into Wen Leyang’s cradle…another long while passed. Wen Leyang thought to himself rather gloomily. ‘Has she fallen asleep?’

As much as he wanted to, he refused to bully Xiaoyi that was asleep…

The first time Wen Leyang met Xiaoyi, she was only a little maiden of thirteen years old. She was so pure like a morning dew on the red camphor tree leaf. A light touch would shatter her. Wen Leyang was only eighteen years old at that time. Almost four years had passed, Wen Leyang was still growing and learning to be a young man from a muddle headed teenager, while Xiaoyi had already bloomed from a little maiden with nothing on her mind into a beautiful young girl that would cause his heart to burn like fire.

Of course Wen Leyang liked her. The innocence of two childhood friends, the mellow richness of sharing their lives together, they were willing to die a thousand times at any cost just to protect one another for something as meager as a hair. It had since brewed within his heart into an indescribable taste, into the rich strong flavor that could only be savored. Wen Leyang suddenly thought of the ‘ Mountain Wu’ that the first uncle Wen Tunhai once refined in.

Xiaoyi suddenly heaved a sigh, her tone of speaking lacked her usual happiness, “Wen Leyang, do you know what have I been pondering for the past few days?”

Wen Leyang realized that Xiaoyi was still awake. He immediately burst with joy, “Pondering about what?” He did not reply that he did not know but he inquired closely about what was on her mind, in order to prove that he was not a foolish man.

Xiaoyi stopped talking again, Wen Leyang waited for a while. The lighting of the room was so dimmed that he could barely see the back of Xiaoyi’s head. At least he could hide his mischievous expression.

“I was pondering that Mumu was certain. So am I, she is good to me, and I like her…”

Wen Leyang’s was at a loss for words. He was afraid that he would cause even more ambiguity if he were to ask further questions. Luckily, Xiaoyi continued, “If she were to marry you and I want to marry you, oh wrong, I am certainly marrying you…”

Wen Leyang’s entire heart was boiling. The love of two young persons was perhaps not as profound. Yet, it creates the feeling that you are so close to getting it yet so close to losing it. Xiaoyi’s words immediately burned vigorously within his heart!

Xiaoyi’s voice suddenly turned mischievous, “Let me…heh-heh, be the first to gain something from this…”

Wen Leyang was astonished, “What do you gain?” Before his voice died away, Xiaoyi suddenly turned around. Her soft lips pressed onto Wen Leyang’s lips soundlessly.

‘You’ve Got Me’ that was spinning around suddenly stiffened its body. Its body almost stood upright as it stared towards the other bed in a daze, as if it was greatly startled. A stretch of darkness enshrouded. Wen Leyang managed to grab on to a shoe and tossed over in the midst of pressing affairs and firmly pinned down the bug…

The next day (Author’s note: Heh-heh, is it too soon, is there something missing here?), the thick curtains shielded against the sunlight, the room was still pitch black. Xiaoyi was lying on Wen Leyang’s arm as she slept soundly. It was as if her soft frowning brows were penetrating with remaining soreness, her gently curled lips were rippling with the happiness of a little woman.

Wen Leyang did not know what time it was either. He dared not move his body at all, for fear that he might disturb the little maiden’s sweet dreams, while from the inverted shoe on the other bed, a few rustling noise of unhappiness would occasionally echo.

Xiaoyi finally woke up. She turned around and looked at Wen Leyang with narrowed eyes. Her delicate and pretty face slowly blushed. Wen Leyang hastily held her in his arms. The appearance of this maiden always caused Wen Leyang’s heart to throb.

Xiaoyi exhaled a long breath, “This gain here is not easily owned! Oh right, you are not allowed to tell her!” She raised her face, “Wen Leyang, I guess we are considered married now right?”

Wen Leyang shook his head, “Of course not, how can I do that? The phoenix coronet and robes of rank, the wedding photography, the wedding gifts of silver and gold, the eight large shoulder carriers, I will never give you not any less than that…”

Xiaoyi was beaming with delight listening to his words. She waited until Wen Leyang finished describing the whole set of a great wedding ritual before continuing to ask smilingly, “So are we considered cohabiting before marriage now?” As she was saying that. she struggled to sit up. She frowned with an agonizing expression as she fell onto Wen Leyang once again.

Wen Leyang stretched out his hand to firmly catch her. He burst out laughing loudly, “Indeed, it seems like you are rather knowledgeable!” He lifted the little girl and walked towards the toilet.

When they left the room, it was already noon. Wen Leyang could not find his other shoe no matter how…

The moment they walked out of the door, Bushuo Buzuo were akin to frogs that were waiting to prey on mosquitoes, the jumped out of their rooms in a swoosh, they laughed as they stopped the both of Wen Leyang and Xiaoyi, one of them took out two huge red packets and said, “Congratulations! Congratulations!”

Xiaoyi gave an ‘oh no’, she turned around and ran back to the room in an askew manner and refused to come out.

Wen Buzuo took control. He brought Wen Leyang’s room access card to the hotel’s front desk, “We will charter this room, charter all year long, as long as the hotel is here, we will charter this room!”

The three-inch nail Wen Bushuo pondered for a moment, he said to Wen Leyang that was still standing at the side, “When it is Mumu’s turn, it seems like we will still need to charter another room all year long for you again.”

Wen Buzuo turned around and said smilingly, “Or we can just use this room here, and save some money even.”

Wen Leyang was at a loss whether to laugh or to cry, “How can the both of you be so unprofessional?”

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, at least half of Shanghai’s population had seen the advertisement published by Wen Buzuo in various media. However, there was still no news from Chang Li at all. Wen Buzuo advertised for a few more days but his efforts were futile.

Wen Leyang refused to wait any longer. Even if he was cohabiting before marriage, he could not hold up the matter of locating Grand Master Chang Li. He was determined to allow Po Tu to release its demon flames to lure the enemy.

Wen Buzuo started making arrangements for the location. On the seventh night since they arrived in Shanghai, with its face as stale as water, Po Tu sat on a stretch of barren land and nodded towards Wen Leyang.

At the sound of a rattle, Xiaoyi loaded the big-muzzled weapon and followed closely next to Wen Leyang’s side.

Even though they knew that they could not hide from the enemy, the rest of them still hid far away from the demon.

All of a sudden, a gust of what could only be felt by Wen Leyang, wrapped with peculiarity, thick and even smelled slightly akin to urine, burst out of Po Tu’s body in a loud bang and spread rapidly in all directions then enshrouded the floating clouds in the night sky, which clearly dispersed off in all directions. It was as if the clouds were retreating from fear of the demonic energy.

The burly fellow Po Tu exploded into a pangolin with a length of dozens of meters in the blink of an eye. Its white-colored skin was velvety smooth.

Wen Leyang’s pores slowly opened and closed. The Metal Poison Stream slowly spread out in all directions akin to tidewater and divided into two chunks of the size of a bowl. One chunk lied underneath Po Tu’s feet inconspicuously, while the other chunk followed next to him… More than ten minutes later, Wen Leyang gently pulled Xiaoyi behind himself, he warned the group with a lowered voice, “It’s here!”

In a flash, the shadow of a human figure galloped in swiftly from far away. In a flash, the shadow had already dashed in front of the giant pangolin. The shadow halted its footsteps. It was stunned for a moment, it then asked smilingly, “It was your gracious earlier?”

Po Tu answered with an icy-cold tone, “Grandfather has only farted once just now and you little evil ghost has appeared!”

The incoming person gave out an ‘oh no’, he took a look to the left and right with a feigned manner, “Don’t you put it this way. If I were to pass your words to those people of my sect, they will say that I am damaging the dignity of my sect and refuse let me be their supreme leader anymore.”

This time it was Po Tu that was stunned. It scolded in a rage after a pause, “What are you bullsh*tting, the grandfather is here for revenge. Brandish your noble spirit treasured weapon, let the grandfather examine if it is the Heaven’s Movement Sword or the Amethyst Gold Dust this time!”

The incoming person gave a forced smile, “I have never refined a noble spirit treasured weapon. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”

Po Tu gave a ‘pfft’ in preparation to speak when the person suddenly raised his voice and shouted loudly in the direction of Wen Leyang’s hiding spot, “Wen Leyang, I can see you! Come out quick, hah-hah.” As he was saying that, he surprisingly disregarded Po Tu. He was beaming with joy as he ran towards the direction of the group.

He had only run for two steps before he gave out a scream suddenly akin to a rabbit that discovered the snake. He jumped away diagonally, “Don’t you aim that big-muzzled weapon towards me, I have a thin physique. If I were to suffer even one shot, there is no need to wait for my disciples to dismiss me, I can pension myself off!”