Chapter 292 - 116: Transaction, Strike While the Iron is Hot, How Thoughtful of You

’His destiny is taking shape. Even the Exotic Treasure in the temple is seeking a master of its own accord...’

’It seems it’s time to tell the Sixth Prince a few things.’

After leaving the mountains, the first thing Eunuch Wei did was go find Qi Qingxuan, worried he might run into danger on the road.

He had been delayed by some business, but thankfully, when he finally caught up, Qi Qingxuan was unharmed.

He felt a sense of relief. At the same time, he noticed the Dragon Fortune around Qi Qingxuan had grown much richer, and his mindset seemed to have changed in some way.

Eunuch Wei secretly took action to help Qi Qingxuan conceal his Dragon Fortune.

Recalling some of the late Emperor’s instructions, he decided to wait for a better time to tell Qi Qingxuan the truth of his birth.

Qi Qingxuan currently had no power base to support him. If his identity were to be accidentally exposed, he would face countless dangers and troubles.

Back at the Qi Mansion in Yangchun City, Qi Qingxuan threw himself into his studies, focusing particularly on the Society and Country Scripture.

However, recalling the mysterious gentleman’s warning before he left, Qi Qingxuan didn’t directly ask Eunuch Wei about the unique nature of the Society and Country Scripture.

He merely hinted that he seemed to have grasped some of the principles of an Emperor from it.

This statement stunned Eunuch Wei. Forgetting the late Emperor’s instructions, he immediately began questioning Qi Qingxuan.

Qi Qingxuan responded with the principles of the Society and Country Scripture. At the same time, he channeled the strand of Sheji Qi within him. A magnificent, upright, and pure aura, like the Earth Emperor Heaven itself, surged around him.

For a fleeting moment, Eunuch Wei felt as if he were once again in the presence of the late Emperor. Tears streamed down his face, and he was overcome with emotion, exclaiming, "The time has come! The time has come..."

Meanwhile, Jiang Lan brought Song Youwei back to the Imperial Capital. It was already 7:00 PM, and as the lanterns began to glow, the Desire Immortal Pavilion was abuzz with activity.

Painted boats drifted through the sky, shrouded in mist like Immortals gracing the mortal realm. The air was filled with the melodious voices and laughter of women, sparking the imagination.

Lanterns glittered over the river, casting a brilliant and magnificent glow. The pleasant music of zithers and flutes drifted by, and one could faintly hear a songstress’s clear voice, "How could this be the mortal world..."

Yangchun City was far from the Imperial Capital, but Jiang Lan had plenty of Domain-breaking Talismans and didn’t mind using them. A round trip that would take others dozens of days, he completed in just half a day.

He was getting better and better at time management.

Song Youwei had slept comfortably in his arms for half the day. By the time they returned to the Desire Immortal Pavilion, her injuries had already healed significantly.

Inside Lishui Pavilion, the sparkling light from the river reflected into the room, like glittering shards of silver scattered across the floor.

Jiang Lan opened the Golden Silk Nanmu Box he had requested from Eunuch Wei right in front of her.

Inside lay an ancient Scripture Scroll that emanated an aura of Buddhist nature and Zen. Wisps of Five-Colored Divine Light intertwined around it. The faint chanting of monks could be heard from the Void, and tiny, sparkling flower petals drifted down, seeming as tangible as real blossoms.

"The Bosha Sutra. It comes from a major Buddhist sect in Dongyuan Province and is a type of Buddhist Secret Scroll. It can perform Refining Yin and Transforming Yang, as well as Gathering Dew to Replenish Deficiency..." Jiang Lan explained slowly.

Song Youwei’s long, slender legs, clad in white socks, were crossed as she sat opposite him. She rested her chin in her hand, her gaze sweeping over the Scripture Scroll.

"Hm?"

Hearing Jiang Lan’s explanation, she blinked and looked at him in confusion.

"You cultivate the Blood Inheritance Holy Book of the Blood Immortal Sect. Over the years, a great deal of Blood Damp Qi has accumulated in your meridians. Each time the Blood Immortal Curse is about to flare up, this tangled Blood Damp Qi causes you excruciating pain."

"While I can’t undo the Blood Immortal Curse for you right now, I do have a way to deal with the Blood Damp Qi in your body. This will prevent it from causing latent injuries that could affect your cultivation path in the future."

"This Bosha Sutra can refine that Blood Damp Qi..." Jiang Lan added casually.

’Actually, in the original story, this Bosha Sutra was part of the loot that the protagonist, Lin Fan, scavenged from Eunuch Wei’s body after his death.’

’He later gave it to Song Youwei to help her with her latent physical ailments.’

’That’s why I thought to ask Eunuch Wei for it.’

’I had originally planned to give it to Song Youwei later.’

’But the mood today is right, so I might as well strike while the iron is hot and give it to her now.’

"This is for me?"

Song Youwei had been listening for a while, assuming Jiang Lan was just explaining the Scripture Scroll’s origins. She hadn’t expected him to suddenly change the subject to her own condition.

"Of course it’s for you. I’m not a Eunuch; this Cultivation Technique isn’t much use to me," Jiang Lan said.

Song Youwei suddenly burst out laughing, her smile dazzlingly bright. She remembered the strange look Eunuch Wei had given Jiang Lan earlier that day.

At the time, she had been confused, wondering why Jiang Lan would want such a thing.

"You’re very thoughtful, to do this for me."

"Thank you." She looked at him, her bright eyes shimmering, then glanced at the Scripture Scroll in the Golden Silk Nanmu Box.

’If the Blood Immortal Curse were to be removed, the Blood Immortal Sect would know immediately.’

’For now, at least, the Blood Immortal Curse on me is incurable.’

’And right before it flares up, the Blood Damp Qi runs rampant, my meridians reverse their flow and become tangled... the pain is far beyond what any normal person could imagine.’

"I told you before. As long as you work for me, you won’t be short on rewards," Jiang Lan said, taking a sip of his tea.

"And here I thought it was because you felt sorry for me..."

Song Youwei tore her gaze away from the Bosha Sutra and looked at Jiang Lan, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"It was my mistake that put you in such danger and left you so badly injured today. I can’t help but feel guilty about it," Jiang Lan said, shaking his head slightly.

Song Youwei hadn’t expected Jiang Lan to have been dwelling on the matter this whole time.

She, on the other hand, had suspected him of intentionally leading her into a trap.

"I’m sorry..."

"Hm?" Jiang Lan looked surprised.

"I should head back to the Garden of Osmanthus."

"I’ll go back and think of a solution for the Blood Immortal Sect’s Muddy Blood problem."

Song Youwei smiled, pressing her lips together. With a gentle flick of her wide sleeve, her fair, slender hand took the Golden Silk Nanmu Box, accepting it and the Scripture Scroll within.

She bent her slim waist to put on her embroidered shoes, then departed with a light spring in her step.

Jiang Lan watched her go, then silently sensed the fortune churning within his Mud Ball Palace. He glanced at the second Destiny Dao Fruit, which was now showing signs of ripening, and a smile touched his lips.

’A fruitful harvest indeed.’

’After a night at the Desire Immortal Pavilion, it’s time to go check on my little cat.’

’With the Snow Jade Skin Rejuvenating Ointment and the Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, her scars should be just about gone by now.’