Chapter 622: with translation of chapter title

Lu Wu glanced at Wei Shen's hand, showing no fear: "General Wei, do you want to kill me? Or do you want to hold a knife to my throat to make me write?"

He gave a slight smile: "What I write may not necessarily be true."

"You'll still fail to deliver; I'm afraid that when you return to Jingcheng, you'll still be punished for it."

He slowly rose to his feet: "Or do you think that if I don't write, we'll just rush back to Jingcheng right now?"

Wei Shen locked eyes with him; the commander really guessed right—this sorcerer is indeed cunning.

Well then, let you be smug for a while.

His hand slowly moved away from the sword hilt: "Fine, I'll do as the sorcerer says."

Lu Wu's anger finally subsided: "Prepare food, a carriage, and candles for me."

"After everyone finishes dinner, we leave the city!"

Wei Shen bowed and replied: "Yes."

Soon, the carriage and candles were brought over.

Lu Wu ate his fill, climbed onto the carriage, and the party departed the city, heading toward the Main Camp.

The carriage jolted all the way, finally stopping on a hillside as night fell.

Wei Shen said: "Sorcerer, we can only stop here; if we go farther, we risk being spotted by the night patrols."

Lu Wu jumped out of the carriage, stood on the drawbar, and peered into the darkness: "How come I can't see the Main Camp?"

"You have to cross two more hills before you can reach it; naturally, you can't see it from here."

Lu Wu nodded: "Well, it's still much closer than Jingcheng."

"From now on, you must remain silent; I am about to begin casting my spell."

"Yes!"

Lu Wu slipped into the carriage, lit a candle, and lifted the curtain.

Not long after, several moths were drawn to the candlelight.

He held his breath, reached out, and gently pinched.

The sturdiest moth landed on his fingertip.

He held the moth before his eyes, formed a seal with his other hand, and murmured an incantation without cease.

Soon, a faint glow appeared on his fingertip, which he lightly tapped onto the moth's wing.

The moth fluttered twice, then grew still, its wings trembling slightly.

Lu Wu closed his eyes, focused his mind, and sank into that tiny body.

The next moment, he opened his eyes.

The candle flame became a blazing sun filling the sky, and the carriage's side panels loomed like towering city walls.

Lu Wu flapped his wings, squeezed out through the curtain, and flew into the night sky.

The night breeze that had just been lightly brushing now became unusually strong; each flap cost him considerable effort.

He flew over the hill, crossed the ridge.

Finally, the scattered campfires ahead looked like fallen stars stitched together—this was the Xibei Daying.

Lu Wu felt a surge of joy; indeed, this Shikigami was far easier than when he was in Jingcheng—by more than a hundredfold!

He flapped his wings and flew toward it.

The firelight drew nearer and grew brighter.

He flew over the fence, slipped through the gaps between tents, searched all around, and finally his eyes lit up.

Tuan Tuan sat by the fire, cradling a small lamb bone, nibbling bit by bit, her cheeks puffed like a little hamster hoarding food.

Beside her sat a tall, dark-skinned man.

The man held a handkerchief, occasionally wiping her mouth with care.

As Tuan Tuan ate, she broke off a piece of meat and pushed it toward him.

A small, snow‑white, fluffy creature immediately darted over, opened its mouth, and swallowed the meat.

Lu Wu took a closer look—oh, it was a little white fox.

It had pointed ears, a fluffy big tail, was all snow‑white, and even sported a pair of tiny horns.

Lu Wu stared, startled.

"What a fat fox! But do foxes in Zhongyuan actually grow horns?"

He stared at the fox for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Tuan Tuan, unable to suppress a surge of joy.

"At last I see you again!"

"That plump white Gu Worm must still be living in that wooden box right by your pillow."

"This trip to Xibei was truly not in vain!"

"If this journey can uncover the secret on your body, I could gain another ten cities!"

"Tuan Tuan, are you full? Time to sleep." Not far away, the flap of a large tent was lifted, and Cheng Ru'an poked his head out, saying, "Be good, we'll play again tomorrow."

"Got it, Mom!" Tuan Tuan shoved the last bite of lamb into her mouth, "Second Uncle, I'm going to sleep now!"

The big man smiled and nodded: "All right, I'll tidy up here; Miss, go inside quickly."

Tuan Tuan wiped her hands on the man's handkerchief, scooped up the fox, and darted into the tent.

Lu Wu's heart pounded wildly.

"Now is the moment!"

He beat his wings hard, followed close behind Tuan Tuan, and flew into the tent.

The tent flap fell; inside, only a single candle burned, its yellow glow swaying incessantly.

Tuan Tuan tossed the fox onto the bed, kicked off her shoes, and climbed up.

The fox lay beside the pillow, tilting its head as it looked around.

Lu Wu flapped his wings, searching the tent at speed, where is the wooden box?

He approached the bed cautiously, looked toward the headboard, and a wooden box lay quietly on a table not far from the bed.

There it is! Finally found it! Is the Gu Worm still there?

He steadied his wings, about to fly over.

A white blur leapt up from the bed!

Lu Wu's pupils contracted sharply, and instinctively he tilted his body to the side.

A fluffy paw brushed his wing and swiped at him, stirring a gust that almost knocked him down to the ground.

It's that fox! When did it come?

Lu Wu, still shaken, hurriedly steadied his posture.

The fox missed with its strike, landed on the ground, its four short legs scrambled wildly, and it pounced at him again.

Tuan Tuan raised her head oddly, "Xiao Feifei, what are you doing?"

The fox ignored everything, leaping up and down, chasing Lu Wu all around the tent.

But its legs were too short, it couldn't jump high; each missed pounce made it squeal "Eek‑eek," and its tail twitched so fast it seemed about to snap.

Tuan Tuan laughed, "You can't catch it? Come, let me help you catch it!"

She rolled off the bed, stretched out her small hand, and began flailing at Lu Wu.

Lu Wu's spirit scattered, dodging left and right, his wings beating so fast they were about to smoke.

A small hand descended from the sky, and with a "Bang" it slapped the spot where he had just flown.

Just a hair's breadth!

Lu Wu's heart was about to stop.

Cheng Ru'an looked up and couldn't help laughing, "What's so fun about a moth?"

"Mother, didn't you say moths fly into fire? Look, it isn't!"

Tuan Tuan kept chasing Lu Wu around the tent, "It's running away from the fire!"

Cheng Ru'an was startled, looked closely, and indeed the moth circled the candle without flying up into it.

She thought, "Moths always love to fly into fire; maybe the candle isn't bright enough?"

"Grandma Liu, bring more and light them; it's too dark, don't let Tuan Tuan fall."

"Yes."

A moment later, several candlesticks were brought in, lined up in a row, illuminating the tent as bright as daylight.

Lu Wu felt as if the sky had collapsed.

Fire was everywhere!

He darted left and right, and for a moment his wing brushed the flame; the smell of burnt soot entered his nostrils, and the pain made his whole body shiver.

But the fox was still chasing! Tuan Tuan was still slapping!

Cheng Ru'an stood aside, smiling brightly, "This moth really doesn't fly into fire, truly interesting."

Interesting?

Lu Wu was so angry he felt like spitting blood.

He, a top‑ranked yin‑yang master, had never endured such humiliation!

The fox lunged again.

Lu Wu could no longer care about anything else; he mustered his last ounce of strength, surged toward the tent curtain, trying to find a gap to break out of the big tent.

Bang!

A small hand descended from the sky and solidly slapped him.

The world spun.

He crashed heavily to the ground, his wings broken.

Immediately, a fluffy paw stepped onto him.