Chapter 255: Chapter 250: Unintentionally Fishing for the Cyan Wood Eye
Within this palatial, secluded residence lived the mysterious Second Young Master.
The Second Young Master’s background was immense. In Pinglan City, the top figures of the older generation were unwilling to interact with him excessively and simply put him on a pedestal. Meanwhile, many younger disciples, fearing his origins, did their best to flatter him...
As a result, though the Second Young Master held an exceptionally special status in Pinglan City and was highly esteemed wherever he went, he was also practically invisible, enshrined on a pedestal.
Everyone seemed to know of him, yet they all subtly kept their distance.
It wasn’t that the Second Young Master was completely unaware of this; he was simply used to looking down on everyone and couldn’t be bothered to condescend to associate with others. Thus, he had actually grown quite accustomed to being placed on a pedestal.
In fact, if someone *didn’t* put him on a pedestal, he would likely get angry.
Take Du Xingheng, for example. Ever since she arrived in Pinglan City, not only had she directly humiliated the Second Young Master at the Seven Treasures Tower auction, but when he later set aside his anger and sent her multiple invitations, she had the audacity to be even more arrogant than him—
For every invitation the Second Young Master sent, Du Xingheng bluntly refused. Such insolence, such arrogance, pushed his patience to its absolute limit.
He flew into a rage within his residence. Several of his personal maids—in red, blue, green, white, purple, cyan, and orange—took turns trying to placate him, but none could quell his violent fury.
"Bastard! How dare that upstart! Fu Nu, I order you! I order you to set out at once and kill Du Xingheng!"
In the cold, white hall, wherever the Second Young Master passed, countless female slaves were frozen into ice sculptures and toppled onto the crystal-like floor.
Outside, the maids who had been driven from the hall were filled with anxiety. The one in red said worriedly, "The Young Master has ordered Du Xingheng’s death, but even though Fu Nu is at the Divine Refining Stage, he might not actually be able to kill her. These top-ten Celestial Prides are all terrifying. If this succeeds, it’ll be fine, but if not..."
Wouldn’t even the Second Young Master have to fear Du Xingheng’s retaliation?
The loyal maids looked at one another in dismay. The one in purple gritted her teeth. "I refuse to believe it. Given the Young Master’s status, it’s one thing for Du Xingheng to act arrogant normally, but if things truly go that far, how could she possibly retaliate? Would she really dare charge in here to kill him?"
But at her words, the other women fell silent.
By all logic, an ordinary person would never dare do such a thing. But people are not all the same, and was Du Xingheng an ordinary person? In her madness, she had dared to beat a Prince Consort to death on the streets of the Capital City!
The Prince Consort died, yet the Princess had thanked her and even pleaded with the Emperor on her behalf.
And in the end, her only punishment from the Emperor was to be exiled to find Penglai Immortal Island, forbidden from ever returning to the Capital City until she did... There were no other consequences!
No matter how extraordinary their Second Young Master’s status, when faced with such a reckless woman, they feared that all his splendor and power would sometimes amount to nothing but helplessness.
The maids were all deeply worried. They debated amongst themselves, wanting to rush back into the Crystal Hall to try and persuade the Second Young Master again, yet fearing their failure would only provoke his fury further.
Just then, the white-robed maid, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.
The sudden spray of blood startled Lv Yun, who was standing beside her. She instinctively grabbed the white-robed maid to support her. "Bai Qiu, what’s wrong?"
Bai Qiu’s body slumped. For a moment, she felt as heavy as the densest meteoric iron; even with Lv Yun’s Cultivation, she couldn’t keep her steady.
"Ah!" Lv Yun cried out, pulled down toward the ground along with Bai Qiu.
Just as they were about to tumble to the ground, the cyan-robed maid who appeared to be the eldest raised a hand. Two slender, elegant cyan snakes shot from her wrist, instantly darting beneath the falling pair and catching them.
Cushioned by the snakes, Bai Qiu was spared the embarrassment of hitting the ground.
But her expression remained listless, and as she opened her mouth, another spray of blood erupted.
The blue-robed maid immediately stepped forward, a hazy, ethereal blue light appearing in her palm. As the light enveloped Bai Qiu, she was finally able to catch her breath.
"It’s... one of the Magical Artifacts I was refining..." she said. "It was countered by some indescribable force. I... I..."
As she spoke, she gagged and coughed up a third mouthful of blood.
After coughing up blood three times, Bai Qiu’s face turned deathly pale.
The other maids finally realized what had happened. Lv Yun shrieked, "An Artifact you were refining was countered? By whom?"
The blue-robed maid continued her treatment as Bai Qiu managed to gasp, "I don’t know who it was, but I sensed the direction... There’s a treasure there. Sister Qing Feng, if we retrieve that treasure, perhaps the Young Master will no longer be furious..."
The cyan-robed maid, Qing Feng, grew thoughtful. "What kind of treasure? One that would appease the Young Master’s anger just by seeing it? Bai Qiu, be specific. It takes one hour of preparation to mobilize Fu Nu. If this is truly a rare treasure, we have one hour to retrieve it."
Bai Qiu’s voice trembled. "Sister Qing Feng, I don’t know what kind of treasure it is, but please, just trust me this once."
...
「Erhu Lane, Song Residence.」
After completing the Refinement of the Cyan Wood Eye, Song Ciwan sold the wisp of energy she had obtained from Yu Miaomiao.
But the weight of Yu Miaomiao’s energy was too light, so Song Ciwan decided not to use a Primordial Pearl to specify a Cultivation Technique.
She casually opened a blind box: [You have sold human desires: the shame, vexation, and anger of an Early-Stage Qi Refining Cultivator, weighing six taels and nine mace. You have obtained the Daoist Skill: Geng Metal Sword Finger.]
’Huh?’
’This blind box opening seems unexpectedly good.’
A long stream of information, like a bolt of silk, rushed into Song Ciwan’s mind in an instant.
In her consciousness, an incredibly sharp little sword rampaged through the void. With a sudden tear, it broke through the barrier between knowing and unknowing, searing every detail of its aura into her memory.
Geng Metal Sword Finger: An Intermediate Taoist Skill.
Due to its unique offensive power, although it was only an Intermediate Taoist Skill, it could, in some ways, rival a High Level Daoist Skill.
Of course, since the weight of Yu Miaomiao’s energy was so light, Song Ciwan had only obtained the First Layer of the Geng Metal Sword Finger.
Despite it being only the First Layer, Song Ciwan encountered no obstacles in her Cultivation.
She quickly memorized all the essentials of the Geng Metal Sword Finger while continuously circulating the True Qi in her body.
Gradually, Song Ciwan sank into a conceptual state of ultimate sharpness.
The Geng Metal Sword Finger’s nature was a perfect match for her. Compared to the slow pace of her Cultivation of the Great Derivation Birth Skill, her progress with the Geng Metal Sword Finger was so fast it was like she was riding a Flying Sword.
Before long, on her Insight Technique panel, Geng Metal Sword Finger jumped from the Beginner realm to the Skilled realm!
Geng Metal Sword Finger (First Layer, Skilled 172/1000)
Geng Metal Sword Finger (First Layer, Skilled 293/1000)
Geng Metal Sword Finger (First Layer, Skilled 423/1000)
...
Song Ciwan hadn’t even needed to trade for Cultivation time. She was simply immersed in a world of dancing sword-light when, suddenly, something stirred in her heart, and she snapped awake.
The awakening came without reason; she had inexplicably fallen out of her state of Cultivation.
The next moment, Song Ciwan heard the Big White Goose in the courtyard letting out a series of honks—HONK! HONK! HONK! The calls were hurried, laced with an inexplicable anxiety.
Song Ciwan shot to her feet. With a flicker, she was out of her room and in the courtyard. Simultaneously, her left hand flew through a series of seals, once again casting the Great Derivation Birth Skill.
In the unseen ether, what felt like an indescribable shadow rushed toward her like a black cloud.
Song Ciwan’s head subconsciously tilted to the side, and the hazy black cloud vanished in an instant.
The Great Derivation Birth Skill ceased. Song Ciwan immediately flicked her sleeve, scooping up the Big White Goose.
The Big White Goose was still honking anxiously. Song Ciwan hugged it. "Big White, quiet now. You rest. Let me handle this."
As she spoke, she ignored the Big White Goose’s protests and stuffed it into the Spirit Beast Bag at her waist.
The next moment, Song Ciwan’s body dissolved into a shadow, vanishing within the seemingly peaceful courtyard.
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