Chapter 331
Chapter 331
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 331
>Chapter Title: Tai Sui
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Chapter 331: Tai Sui
> The suffocating Bai Lingmiao felt herself floating up, drifting to the beam of the ancestral hall. When she looked down, she saw her own body with eyes rolled back and the red veil of the great immortal draped over it.
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> “Is this what it feels like to die?” Bai Lingmiao looked down, wanting to see her own body, but there was nothing there—just empty space.
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> Suddenly thinking of something, Bai Lingmiao’s heart leaped with joy. “Dad and Mom definitely haven’t gone far yet. I can still catch up to them!”
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> But just as she raised her head, ready to search for her family, she found the entire starry sky sealed off by clusters of indescribable things.
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> Looking at those things constantly shifting in form, Bai Lingmiao was certain they were immortals, and ones from her own family at that, because the emotions they’d just absorbed from her body hadn’t yet faded.
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> “I’m already dead. What more do you want from me?”
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> As Bai Lingmiao spoke, she tried to pass through them, but she was instantly bounced back and ended up hanging upside down, face-to-face with her own body on the noose.
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> She saw that her current self had completely transformed. Her eyes, which should have been pink, were now replaced by a pair of slender, ferocious red beast eyes.
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> Even more striking, cracks had split open across her face, each one harboring a beast eye staring back at her.
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> Suddenly, Bai Lingmiao saw the self before her raise those hands covered in long nails, grab her head fiercely, and swallow her whole.
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> Twisting snake scales pierced Bai Lingmiao’s skin, effortlessly slicing through the taut rope.
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> Bai Lingmiao crashed heavily to the ground. Before she could recover, a burst of excruciating pain from the depths of her mind made her clutch her head and scream.
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> The pain was unbearable—she had never felt anything like it before.
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> Immediately after, a cold, emotionless character “Two” appeared in Bai Lingmiao’s mind.
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> This was her task for the month. If she failed, she could imagine the consequences herself.
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> And it was foreseeable that this number would only increase over time.
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> Her neck bruised purple, Bai Lingmiao desperately lifted her head toward the pitch-black beam above.
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> From the moment she’d become a jumping immortal, her life had no longer belonged to her—not even in death.
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> Her previous experiences had secretly thrilled her; she finally had the power to help Senior Brother Li. But this time, the immortals were finally baring their fangs.
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> Bai Lingmiao recalled Li Zhi’s words before his death: “I’ll never jump the great immortal again in my next life. It’s just too stifling.”
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> In this moment, she finally understood what this predecessor had meant. As a jumping immortal, she was nothing more than a slave to those immortals, with no freedom whatsoever.
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> “Wah wah wah.” Bai Lingmiao covered her face with both hands and sobbed loudly in the dark ancestral hall, her cries echoing endlessly within.
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> The great immortal, who had been admiring the moon, seemed to remember something upon hearing the sobs. It sighed wistfully from beneath the red veil with its three mouths and pulled a jade pendant from its bosom, gazing at it again and again.
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> “Dad?”
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> “No, it’s Master.”
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> “Dad?”
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> Li Huowang had corrected it so many times he’d lost his temper. He now deeply regretted why he’d ever gone to that noodle stall. Even eating a bowl of noodles had gotten him into trouble.
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> “Gagagaga~!” The duck in the cage beside him was driving Li Huowang mad. He had no idea what was going on today—there were so many people heading to Yinling City City to sell goods that they’d clogged the wide road completely.
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> “Dad?”
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> “Enough, shut up.” Li Huowang stuffed two more wads of cotton deeper into his ears.
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> After queuing in the carriage for half a day, they finally reached Li Huowang. Flashing his Supervising Heaven Bureau badge got him through immediately.
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> Back in the bustling Yinling City City, Li Huowang breathed a sigh of relief and drove the carriage toward the inn. After so long, they’d finally arrived.
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> Seeing the makeshift earth kiln at the crossroads, Li Huowang was puzzled. “What’s this?”
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> “Daoist, it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival today. Don’t you know you’re supposed to build earth kilns for Mid-Autumn?” The monk explained for him.
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> Li Huowang shook the reins and shook his head. “We don’t have that custom where I’m from.”
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> “What customs do you have there, then?”
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> “We don’t have any—just eat mooncakes.”
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> After settling into the inn, night gradually fell. Yinling City City, which should have been under curfew, was granted a rare exemption.
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> The brightly lit markets and children carrying pomelo lanterns turned the entire city into a city that never slept.
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> Li Huowang waited in the inn for Tuoba Danqing to show up, but after waiting and waiting, all he got was a messenger pigeon.
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> “Tonight is Moon Evening. Your brother must return home to reunite with wife and child. We’ll talk business tomorrow night.”
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> Seeing the note, Li Huowang felt utterly deflated. The Supervising Heaven Bureau observed holidays too?
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> He gained a new understanding of this massive organization.
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> Sitting in his room, Li Huowang’s gaze grew somewhat lost for a moment. What should he do next?
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> “What else? Celebrate the festival, of course. Aside from New Year, Mid-Autumn’s my favorite.” The monk ran over to remind him.
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> “Celebrate Mid-Autumn? With who?”
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> “With us, obviously.” Red at that moment jumped out.
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> Li Huowang glanced at the four hallucinations before him, then walked to the window and whistled at Mantou, who was guarding the carriage in the stables.
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> Mantou barked once and charged over excitedly, tongue lolling.
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> He called the waiter and ordered a full banquet from the kitchen, to be delivered to the room.
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> With plenty of silver, the table was laden with chicken, duck, fish, and more. Watching Mantou devour everything under the table, Li Huowang picked up his chopsticks, clamped a piece of three-yellow chicken, and chewed.
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> The chicken tasted good, but Li Huowang found it flavorless. He grabbed the ceramic wine pot and gulped down a big mouthful. With his low tolerance, he was drunk instantly.
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> Drunken Li Huowang raised his cup, swaying as he toasted the full moon in the sky. “It was still better back then, eating noodle lumps from the iron pot with them in the wilds.”
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> “Dad?”
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> “Yeah! Son!” Li Huowang kicked at Mantou. “The three of us celebrating Mid-Autumn!”
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> Li Huowang didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep. When he woke again, he saw Mantou crouched low, baring its teeth and growling threats at the black tentacles emerging from his body.
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> Li Huowang flicked a finger at the tentacles, and they instantly retracted into his navel. “Black Tai Sui can come out on its own now?”
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> This might be bad news, but Li Huowang truly didn’t care much anymore.
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> “Down. Watch the carriage.” With a point toward the door, Mantou tucked its tail and slunk away.
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> Li Huowang sat up, picked up his chopsticks again, and resumed eating the now-cold banquet on the table.
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> Full and sated, Li Huowang sat by the window and pulled out a book. This time it wasn’t the Three Character Classic anymore; he’d upgraded to the Thousand Character Classic.
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> “Sword named Giant Threshold, pearl called Nightglow; fruits prized like plums and pears, vegetables valued like mustard and ginger; the sea is salty, the river is fresh; scales dive, feathers soar.”
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> As he recited, Li Huowang began to hear muffled echoes in his ears. At first chaotic, they gradually grew clearer.
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> “.Chanting songs is especially prized, lowly rituals distinguish high and low, superiors harmonious inferiors amicable, husband leads wife follows.”
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> (End of chapter)