Chapter 43: Little Monster Huang Feng'er

  At the time when Meng Xuan gave Shu Sheng the nickname "Jubao Pan", someone in the distant dense forest lit up a transmission talisman.

  Two hours later, two figures finally arrived on the cloud, and the person who lit the divine symbol began to cry. With a wronged expression, they welcomed the two of them and sobbed: "Third Elder, Fourth Elder, you two have finally come! Jiao Jiao was bullied by someone! I originally wanted to lure out a Corpse Demon to refine it and increase my own strength, but a wild kid suddenly appeared halfway through and not only ruined my good deed, but also injured me..."

  The one who ignited the divine symbol was naturally Tu Jiao Jiao. After being injured by Meng Xuan's sword energy, she did not retreat far away but instead hid in the depths of the forest and lit up a communication divine symbol, summoning two powerful experts, both of whom were elder-level figures from their sect of corpse refinement, with profound cultivation.

  One of the elders was slightly taken aback after hearing Tu Jiao's words and said, "There hasn't been any rumors about a Corpse Demon around here, unless..."

  Another elder suddenly grasped Zhou Zhou's arm tightly and exclaimed, "Zhou Zhou, did you secretly take a look at Grandma's 'Corpse Chart'?"

  Tu Jiao didn't expect the elder to react so strongly, and she nodded hesitantly, saying: "I... I just wanted to refine a corpse puppet myself, so that Grandmother would look up to me..."

  "What nonsense!"

  That sect leader stomped his foot heavily and sighed, "That extremely yin corpse was discovered by one of our sect's elders with astonishing cultivation two hundred years ago. She personally sealed the corpse's major acupoints and buried it in a land of extreme yin. The Corpse Spectrum says that after this corpse has been nourished by the yin energy for a hundred years, it will directly transform into a Corpse King. It is truly one of our sect's hidden, top-grade treasures. Now, just as the time is almost up, you've prematurely disturbed it. If nothing happens to it, that would be fine, but if someone were to destroy it... That would truly be a waste of heaven's gift!"

  "Third Elder, don't scold me anymore, I almost died..."

  Butchering Jiaojiao said with a twisted expression, pouting her mouth, her eyes shining brightly, and tears still hanging on her eyelashes, really making people feel pitiful.

  The four elders couldn't bear it anymore and advised, "Third brother, let's go take a look quickly. The evil spirit of the corpse is extremely fierce. Even if that kid has high cultivation, he doesn't understand our sect's secret techniques for controlling corpses, so he may not be able to subdue it. Perhaps that kid has already been torn apart by the corpse demon, but the corpse demon is still nearby. Let's quickly go capture it and hand it over to Granny. That would be a great achievement and also make up for Jiao Jiao's mistake!"

  "Let's go, we can't delay, let's hurry up and go!"

  Three old men gave an order, took out a white bone fan from their bosom, and with a wave of the wind, it transformed into a dark cloud.

  The three of them jumped onto the dark cloud and hurried towards Qing Shui Village.

  "Third Elder, Fourth Elder, are you well-prepared? That little brat doesn't look big, but his swordsmanship is truly frightening!"

  Tu Jiao's eyes were sharp and worried that these two elders might not be able to take down Meng Xuan.

  "Hum, Jiao Jiao, you still suspect us two?"

  The four elders burst out laughing: "After receiving your divine symbol transmission, we two knew that you must have encountered a great enemy, so we specially brought all the treasures that were at the bottom of the box. Not only did we bring our strongest undead puppets that we had refined, but Third Elder also brought his Ten Directions Hell Map. Once it's activated, it will trap people inside. Let alone a young whippersnapper like you, even if it's a top-notch True Qi Realm expert, they'll still be doomed to fall into our hands!"

  "That's great, heh heh, these two elders are indeed incredibly powerful... that little guy is in for it this time..."

  Tú Jiāo finally put her mind at ease, with a charming smile, she intimately grasped the arms of the two elderly men.

  "Don't just focus on revenge!" The three elders said coldly, "Retrieving the Taiyin Corpse is the top priority. It's crucial to our sect's future rise. Also, after retrieving the Taiyin Corpse, no matter how many people find out about this, you must silence them all. Not a single word about the Taiyin Corpse can be leaked out. Otherwise, disaster may strike!"

  "That's easy, after all, it's just the villagers at the foot of the mountain who know about this matter, so just kill them all!"

  Tú jiāo jiāo qīng qīng sōng sōng de shuō le.

  English Translation: Tú said with a gentle and relaxed tone.

  On the second day, early in the morning, the iron armor was completed and the villagers sent it over. Before putting on the iron armor, Meng Xuan first asked the villagers to bring large pieces of white hemp cloth, mixed chicken blood with ink, drew full of talismans on the white cloth, then wrapped Shu Sheng like a mummy, so that he was wrapped up except for his eyes and mouth, not a single seam was left. Only then did they put on the iron armor outside, firmly nailed it in place.

  At this time, looking again, Shu Sheng no longer had the appearance of a demon corpse, but instead appeared robust and majestic, like a great general on the battlefield.

  The young scholar looked at himself in the copper mirror and felt quite satisfied, sighing: "In the past when I was reading books, I read about foreign enemies invading our mountains and rivers, my emotions were stirred up, I wanted to put down my pen and take up arms, wear armor and wield a sword, fight on the battlefield, but my old father slapped me and dispelled the idea, I went back to my room and studied diligently, thinking that this life had no more hope, yet unexpectedly now without any official position, I've actually worn the iron armor!"

  Meng Xuan patted his shoulder and said: "Bao Pen, don't be sad, when you are reborn in the future, there is still hope for you to take the imperial examination and achieve success!"

  The scholar sighed and said: "Thank you for your kind words, but... why did you call me a precious vase?"

  "Haha, since you've become my master, I naturally have to give you a new name - let's call you Bao Pen!"

  "Alas... although I am not a great man, I am still a scholar, and will not change my surname or name..."

  "Alright, alright. You're now a demon corpse. If we still call you Zhu Bao Ren, wouldn't that tarnish your good name?" Meng Xuan smiled and said, "For now, let's just call you Bao Pen. In the future, when you're reborn, it won't be too late to call you Zhu Bao Ren again!"

  The scholar was taken aback, and with a deep bow to Meng Xuan, he sighed: "As expected of the young master, you think further ahead than I do. I shall follow your lead!"

  The matter of Bao Pan has been settled, and Meng Xuan is now preparing to bid farewell to Qing Shui Village.

  However, before leaving, he still had some worries that the female demon would return and bring harm to the villagers of Qing Shui Village.

  The old patriarch smiled and said, "Young master, don't worry. In the southeast, a thousand miles away, there is a large Lin clan with many talented individuals and great power. Our Qing Shui village was founded by a general of the Lin clan who came here to pass on his legacy. Although it's a long way, if you're traveling in that direction, you could help us deliver a letter to them. If the Lin clan finds out about this, they will surely send someone to help our village avoid this disaster."

  "Lin's Clan?"

  Meng Xuan inquired about the direction in detail and found that it was not exactly on his way, but he readily agreed to come down.

  For him, it was just a small detour, but for the villagers, it was a long journey.

  The old chief of the tribe wrote a letter at once and stamped his name with a stone seal, handed it over to Meng Xuan, and sent them out of the village.

  One by one, they left the village and walked on foot along the mountain paths. Although the mountain roads were rugged, for the two of them, it was no different from a flat and wide road, walking steadily and quickly. This was also why the old tribe leader asked Meng Xuan to help them deliver the message. If the villagers themselves went to deliver the message, even if they were young and strong, it would take an extremely long time to walk in such mountainous terrain. If they encountered any monsters or ghosts on the road, it would be a direct death sentence, and the message would never be delivered.

  After walking for over ten miles, Meng Xuan suddenly felt a strange sensation in his heart and turned to look back without knowing why.

  They went forward for a while and came to a small stream. Meng Xuan suddenly said: "Let's take a rest!"

  "You're tired already? I still have energy..."

  As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and legs, seemingly beginning to discover the uniqueness of this magical body.

  Meng Xuan did not respond and walked alone to the edge of the stream, scooping up a handful of water to wash his face.

  Just then, a clump of grass on the creek bank suddenly swayed gently, as if something was hiding.

  "I've found you long ago, still want to escape?"

  Meng Xuan suddenly let out a loud shout, the sword of rebellion was instantly grasped in his hand, the sword energy surged forth, and he was about to strike out with one slash.

  "Sir, don't move your hand, I am not an enemy..."

  Suddenly a shrill cry came from the grass thicket, and out jumped a yellow shadow.

  At a glance, it was a three-foot-long yellow fox, with no idea how many years it had lived. The hair on its head had turned white, and a pair of round eyes shone with human-like wisdom. On its left thigh, there was still an unhealed wound, with blood scabbing over it. It was clear that Meng Xuan's sword had frightened it badly, its body trembling slightly, filled with fear in its eyes.

  "Wow, a talking fox?"

  Bao's basin was both delighted and frightened by the novelty, and didn't dare approach, hiding behind Meng Xuan's body.

  "Which fairy are you from? What were you just following us for?"

  Meng Xuan coldly shouted, just now he had already discovered that something was following behind him, so he deliberately stopped to wash his face.

  "Don't be surprised, sir. My name is Huang Feng'er, a small demon in this mountain. I have been guarding this place because of the incense from Qing Shui Village. The villagers call me Huang Xian. The other day, I was injured by that female Taoist priest. Originally, I had no strength to take revenge, but unexpectedly, sir, you took action and saved the villagers, avenging me as well. I am deeply grateful, but I dare not show myself due to fear of your majesty..."

  "Huang Feng'er replied honestly: 'Just now, I saw you wanting to leave, so I wanted to personally thank you, but didn't expect that before I could muster up the courage to appear, I was discovered by you...'"

  "Huang Xian?"

  Meng Xuan was slightly stunned, and he put away the sword of reversal. He had indeed heard villagers mention that there was a yellow immortal being worshipped in the village.

  This yellow fox spirit, although it had become a supernatural being, did not harm the villagers in its daily life. Instead, it often displayed some small magic tricks to help the villagers solve their problems and worries. As a result, the villagers supported it and called it "Huang Xian". Two days ago, that female demon came to the village to catch "corpse bait", this Huang Xian had also stood up against her, but its cultivation was too low and it was cut down by one sword, and has been recovering from its injuries in the forest.

  Although it was rare for a monster to receive incense from villagers, Meng Xuan had heard of such things before and politely nodded at it.

  This situation is mutually beneficial for both parties and isn't a bad thing.

  But this little demon doesn't have much Tao, and it can't even transform into a human shape, far inferior to Qingqiu Ridge.

  "You're following me just to say thank you?"

  Meng Xuan seemed to smile but didn't quite smile, and turned to ask Huang Feng'er.

  (Thanks to Fei Xiang's electric old tiger and You Gu's forest for their rewards! Lao Gui is grateful!)