Chapter 239: What kind of Breed
Chapter 238: Blood Relative
Suddenly, a statement spills out from his mouth, “You and your biological father really look alike, especially those eyes. Back then, Xiyuan had always been teased – boys and girls alike were extremely enchanted, precisely because of those soul-stirringly beautiful pair of eyes.”
Muyan’s heart slightly tenses up, mumbling as she repeats that name, “Xiyuan?”
“That’s right.” Shen father slowly says, “Your father is called Jun Xiyuan. He was my sworn brother, as well as my Shen family’s savior.”
Muyan stares blankly for a moment before she could come to react on what the words “your father” mean.
Her biological father?
Her blood relative?
But she just doesn’t have any impression of him at all.
Shen father’s eyes are directed at Muyan, but the pupils aren’t focused. It’s as if through her, he’s looking at a distant past, “Yanyan, your current cultivation is quite high, isn’t it? High enough that I can’t see it?”
Muyan goes silent for a moment, only to say, “I’ve already reached the Precelestial stage.”
Even though he has already prepared himself mentally, Shen father’s eyes still go wide after hearing Muyan’s reply.
In the way he looks at her, there is surprise, astonishment, as well as a relief that seems to say that ‘it’s to be expected’.
“Precelestial… Precelestial! Haha, a Precelestial who’s less than twenty years of age – if this were to go out, who knows how many people’s eyes would pop out from fright. Yanyan, you really are his daughter.”
He mutters: “In those days, Yi-brother’s talents had also shocked the world. He was only 25 years old, younger than the Dustless-gongzi Bai Yichen who the younger people revere now – but he has already reached Precelestial peak, and even succeeded to pass the thunder tribulations.”
Muyan’s eyes snap open, showing an astonished expression on her usually calm face.
A 25-year-old Precelestial peak, passed the tribulations?
What kind of gift and talent is this?
That’s her biological father?
“After that?” Muyan asks softly.
“After that, he went to a wider world.” Shen father reveals a shallow smile, “Yi-brother had never been contented like an ordinary person. He longed for adventure, he longed to pursue the pinnacle of the martial path. When he broke into the peak of the Precelestial stage, he said that above the Yanwu Continent, there is a wider and more colorful world, and he must go and take a look.”
“Xiuzhen Continent!” Muyan slowly says those words.
The Shen patriarch shows a trace surprise, then he seems relieved, “Sure enough, you also know.”
“After he succeeded the tribulations, he disappeared from the Yanwu Continent, and I don’t know where he went from there. For the next ten years, there were no longer any news from him, and the people of Yanwu Continent slowly forgot about his existence.”
“But on a certain day, seventeen years later, he suddenly appeared. He was carrying you while you were still in your swaddling clothes.”
The expression of concern on the Shen father’s face rise and fall, all because of these memories. His brows tightly knit together.
“At that time, Yi-brother’s situation was very wrong. His eyes were filled with a desperate madness and the decisiveness of impending mortality. The way he spoke when he was entrusting you to me, was like he was entrusting an orphan.”
Muyan unconsciously clenches her hands.
“I asked him what he was going to do, and when he was coming back.”
“He said that he’ll go get his wife, that is, he’ll fight to get your mother back – to be born in the same quilt*, to die in the same hole. Anyhow, they will not part.”
The corners of Shen father’s eyes become slightly red, “Back then, I was able to see that he already had a mark of death, perhaps he himself knew that he will be going to certain demise, but he could not be stopped.”
Muyan hears herself ask with a bitter voice, “Did he say anything else?”
The other shakes his head, “Yi-brother was rushing when he came, and he was in a hurry when he left. He said that he cannot stay for long. Otherwise, your existence and whereabouts would be exposed.”
Chapter 237: Magical Rabbit
The silly rabbit, which was originally sleeping soundly at the side, seems to have sensed its little master’s worry.
It suddenly turns its body over with a grunt, and uses its claws to flip through those books. Its mung-bean eyes blink.
It gets on its hind legs and suddenly leaps up.
This time, it’s not like the usual jumps that goes up for three or four meters, but it directly shoots up.
Xiao Bao makes a puzzled ‘ah’, raising his head up.
He sees the rabbit fly up in the air for dozens of meters.
Then, like fireworks launched in the sky, it unexpectedly blooms.
The small body, which was only about as big as two palms, could suddenly hide the sky and cover the earth, filling up and encompassing the entire library.
Then it’s followed by a low, lingering ancient roar.
That sound is not like a rabbit, not a lion, not a tiger, not like any kind of creature of this world.
But it seems to be a convergence of some sort of energy that could heavily ram into a person’s soul.
Xiao Bao blankly raises his head to stare, only coming back to his senses after quite a long time.
He doesn’t have a clear view of what the rabbit has turned into, because it’s too far.
He only feels that there’s a boundless, far-reaching, and stiflingly powerful breath that has spread through the air.
There’s a loud sound, and the rabbit’s claws lands on one of the shelves.
That originally bare, old-fashioned, and banal bookshelf unexpectedly shines with a dazzling golden light.
Immediately after, a book flies out from the empty shelf, falling down with a flutter to land in front of Xiao Bao.
Xiao Bao instinctively catches the book and takes a look at its title.
Written there in large characters, with bold and flamboyant cursive calligraphy — [Book of Supreme Draughts]
Opening the book, a line is written there in small print: The mysterious, spiritual, and immortal – all three energies, the essence of the heaven and the earth, refined to the extreme, that even a draught could regenerate dead flesh and bones.
Turning another page, there’s a formula that reads, astonishingly, [Philter for Replacing the Marrow and Washing the Tendons].
Then it clearly states how this kind of draught could not only reactivate withered muscles and bones in the body, it can also reconstruct the Qi Sea and improve aptitudes.
Xiao Bao suddenly lifts his head, and there’s a rare trace of excitement in his normally cold voice, “Bunny!”
Way up in the sky, the gigantic white figure hears his voice.
Then, like it’s leaking air, the rabbit begins to shrink rapidly.
As it gets smaller, the rabbit falls down spinning until it lands in Xiao Bao’s arms.
It has already turned back into that fat, fluffy, silly rabbit.
Xiao Bao’s blue eyes are sparkling as he looks at the rabbit.
The rabbit’s small mung-bean eyes also reveal a rare smugness. It licks Xiao Bao’s hand.
Then it turns its legs over, going unconscious.
Xiao Bao jumps in fright at first, then he finds that the rabbit has only fallen asleep.
During that time, the rabbit shifts its body in Xiao Bao’s arms, showing its soft belly up for a rub. He lets out a relieved sigh.
Small hands pick up the [Book of Supreme Draughts], and the taut little face shows a small, almost imperceptible, smiling expression.
If Niangqin sees this, she will definitely like it.
“Father, do feel any discomfort on your body?”
As soon as Muyan enters the room, she sees the Shen patriarch sitting by the window. His pair of turbid eyes are staring blankly at the distant sky, deep sorrow and grief flooding out from within them.
Hearing Muyan’s voice, Shen father immediately comes back to himself and shows her a smile.
“Yanyan, you’ve arrived?”
Muyan walks forward and grabs his hand, taking his pulse. After that, she slightly knits her brows, “Father, the damage on your body has already recovered, the poison has already been removed, however… if you have a knot in your heart, I’m afraid that in this life, your cultivation wouldn’t be able to advance even by an inch.”
Shen father doesn’t respond to Muyan’s words, but he blankly stares at the absolutely beautiful young woman before his eyes.
As if he’s trying to see that familiar shadow from her features.
Chapter 236: Doesn’t Want Niangqin Sad
“No no no! No need to comply with it!” Lu Yongli says, fearful that she might demand something detrimental.
Muyan smiles, the expression indolent and evil, “I’ve always been a stickler for the rules. Since the rules have been determined, it’s only natural to abide by it. Isn’t that right, Shen Xiaoru?”
Lying half-dead on the ground, the one-legged Shen Xiaoru opens her eyes wide in horror. She glares unwaveringly at Muyan, her eyes filled with resentment and dread.
“How about it? Master Lu, would you be satisfied with this daughter-in-law?”
Shen Xiaoru shrieks, “I don’t want to marry a fool! I don’t want to marry that dunce! Jun Muyan, you can’t do this to me. You slut, I want to kill you! I’ll kill you!”
Lu Yongli hears that Muyan genuinely wants to fulfill the marriage contract, and he immediately feels that he’s gotten a new lease of life.
Although Shen Xiaoru has become a waste, it’s also only because she’s become such a waste that he could control her now, right?
What’s more, Shen Xiaoru still has a young and pretty face, maybe she can carry the Lu family’s ancestral line for him.
Even if she can’t, selling her to a brothel could also allow him to earn a large sum of money.
“Yes, yes. Many thanks to Miss Jun!”
“I don’t want to marry! I don’t want to marry a fool! Aaaah–!!”
Shen Xiaoru’s sad and shrill screams slowly drifts away into the distance, Su Yuexiang has been thrown out of the Shen family, and the Lu family has scattered and is now in shambles.
It’s also shows that the matter of the Shen family has truly come to an end.
It’s just that Muyan still has a lot of things to worry about.
For example, the Shen family’s current servants.
These people are all Su Yuexiang’s trusted aides. When Shen Jinglin and his father fell into dire straits, not only were they not loyal to protect the master, they also threw stones to those who have fallen down the well.
Muyan directly drove all those people away, having Ru Yan get a group of gentle people from the Ghost City’s Wan Ren Ku to come in.
There’s also the matter of the drugstore.
Yan Haotian and Feng Haitang have already purchased a courtyard for her. Be it the location or layout, Muyan is very satisfied.
Cheng Qingfeng, Old Tao and the others have also caught up.
It’s reasonable to say that they can very easily open shop right away.
The discovery that rendered Muyan speechless however, is that Tianyuan City has a unique regulation.
To open a drugstore and sell medicines here, one needs to pass layers upon layers of reviews, it would take at least half a year.
Of course, this isn’t what Muyan is really concerned about.
What she really cares about is Shen Jinglin’s and Shen Yicheng’s conditions.
Shen Yicheng’s case is still manageable. Although the poison had reached his lungs, internal organs, heart, and veins – he can still completely recover eventually – as long as he recuperates with medicinal baths, coupled with expelling the poison out of his acupuncture points, which could be opened with needles.
What’s troublesome is Shen Jinglin’s injury.
The bones on his leg have been broken many times, the tendons were severed, and the muscles atrophied.
His Qi Sea has been pierced and has shriveled, causing his meridians to stagnate and dry up.
If he’s to make a complete recovery, she must revive dead bones and muscles, as well as regenerate flesh.
These kinds of injuries, let alone treating it, she’s never even heard of anyone trying.
Muyan and Xiao Bao flip through the books inside the space for half a day, not finding any method of treatment.
As she’s thinking on whether or not she wants try alchemy again, she hears Feng Haitang from outside the room, telling her that Shen father is looking for her.
After Muyan has left, Xiao Bao still remains inside the space, wrinkling his tiny brows to earnestly search for a Pill or draught recipe.
There’s an unbelievably gigantic bookshelf inside the space, but there aren’t a lot of books on it.
It doesn’t take long for him to finish flipping through everything that could be flipped through.
But there still aren’t any leads.
Xiao Bao’s cheeks slightly bulge out, tender face is like a little steamed bun as he shows a hint of worry.
He knows that niangqin really wants to cure uncle.
If uncle doesn’t get well, niangqin will definitely feel very sad.
Will she cry like she did the other day?
As soon as he recalls his mother’s crying appearance that day, he feels unwell and he finds it difficult to breath.
No, he doesn’t want niangqin to be sad.
Chapter 235: Comply with the Marriage Contract
Xiao Bao releases her hand and he pushes a palm towards Su Yuexiang’s chest.
Powerful Internal Force suddenly bursts out.
With a bang, Su Yuexiang is blasted straight out and lands on the open space outside the door. She immediately spurts out a mouthful of blood and passes out.
Shen father still has his hands outstretched to save his grandson. As he sees the scene unfold, he becomes completely and thoroughly stupefied.
This… this is a palm strike that a four-year-old child can produce?
And this four-year-old child is his grandson?!
Is he really not dreaming?
Xiao Bao withdraws his hand, his little face is as cold as before, but everyone who knows him well could see that there’s some unease within his eyes.
“Grandfather, Xiao Bao just shattered all her ribs, didn’t kill her.”
Therefore, it can’t considered to be going against niangqin’s words, can it? — that this annoying woman would be left for grandfather to handle.
Saying that, Xiao Bao even turns to look at Muyan.
Only to see Muyan smiling towards him, and his taut little form immediately relaxes.
The Shen patriarch abruptly comes back to his senses as well. He immediately shakes his head like a rattle-drum, “Xiao Bao didn’t do anything wrong, Xiao Bao has done very well! That bad woman wanted to hurt you so it wouldn’t matter even if you did kill her. Grandfather is just amazed, didn’t expect that our Xiao Bao would be so incredible.”
Xiao Bao blinks, and there’s a surge of ripples on his big blue eyes, their resplendence is like sparkling and translucent gems.
Twinkling within them is pride, happiness and the warmth he’s never had before – one from a grandfather to a grandson.
Muyan withdraws her gentle gaze as she turns to look at the only one there who’s still well and intact where he stands, the Lu family Master.
As he meets her line of sight, a shiver runs through Lu Yongli. He kneels down with a thud, “Miss Jun, this humble one had been demented, mind muddled by dog excrement, only then could I move against you. I’m begging you to be magnanimous, and let me and my son keep our small lives.”
“I can spare both of your little lives.” Muyan chuckles and tosses him a porcelain bottle.
The bottle rolls before Lu Yongli.
Muyan goes on to say, “This is a draught that can destroy ninety percent of your cultivation. If you obediently drink it down yourself, leave Tianyuan City and never come back, then I will spare your and your son’s lives.”
Lu Yongli once again uncontrollably shakes from head to foot, there’s obvious fear and struggle showing up in his eyes.
“You can also choose to not drink it.” Muyan chuckles, “Then I’ll go ahead and have you settle the account of the Lu family injuring my older brother.”
“I’ll drink! I’ll drink!” Lu Yongli doesn’t dare to hesitate any longer, picking up the draught and pouring it into his mouth.
A burning, melting pain wells up from his Qi Sea, and he lets out a mournful and anguished howl from the pain.
Lu Yongli almost feels like he’s been fooled, that this can’t be a draught that would cripple nine-tenths of his cultivation, when it’s clearly a draught that will put him to death.
This kind of pain continues for another quarter of an hour, until it slowly disappears from his Qi Sea, his limbs, his bones.
But at the same time, he feels that his body has become completely empty inside.
As he casually operates his Internal Force, he finds that his meridians are clogged up, Qi Sea dry, and the Internal Force that remain is only a tenth of what it was.
He has already changed from an Earth Stage master into a Primary Stage waste.
Lu Yongli is trembling, his eyes show grief, and there’s a delirious resentment in his mind.
But as he raises his head and makes contact with Muyan’s pair of limpid and luminous eyes, all of that resentment is like a punctured balloon, and gets thoroughly replaced by fear and sorrow.
He seems to have aged by ten years in that short while. He pulls his son to leave.
Yet Lu Chengcai is still drooling for Muyan, “Pretty wife… go to sleep… want fairy-sister…”
Lu Yongli’s terrified soul almost jumps out. This idiot, still daring to provoke that comet of disaster in spite of everything.
At this moment however, Muyan opens her mouth to talk, “Since there’s a marriage contract between the Shen family and the Lu family, that naturally must be complied with.”