Chapter 110: Clarifications 110 – 55k Subscribers Requested

A classic Buddhist skill, Banghe.

The Extreme Heaven Vajra Sect may be demonic… ah no, the Extreme Heaven Vajra Sect, as a Vajra school that inherited a hint of Buddhist intent, naturally has many of its techniques subtly infused with demonic intent.

For example, doing as one pleases, for example, acting wantonly, for example… cough cough.

In short, Buddhism is finished; you see, there's Banghe—doesn't that make it Buddhist?

These past few days Wang Wu thought of countless solutions, and after much deliberation he was about to go online to ask for help, when a flash of insight struck him, recalling a built‑in skill from his current Eighth‑Grade Internal Skill.

Banghe

As the name suggests, it jolts the stubbornly deluded, those trapped in confusion, into sudden awakening.

"What's wrong?"

Yao Qing, who had just been awakened, showed a brief look of panic on her face, the redness on her earlobes hadn't even faded. But Wang Wu's focus was nowhere near that, because…

The skill had no effect.

"Still not waking up!!"

So Wang Wu shouted again, this time channeling more Geng Metal Qi, leaving Yao Qing stunned in place.

"Still not waking up!!!"

The third strike was still useless.

As the saying goes, nothing succeeds after three attempts; seeing this, Wang Wu sagged like a deflated rubber ball.

"It's fine, I just had a flare‑up, you rest now."

He sighed, closed his eyes, and fell silent.

Watching Wang Wu, dejected and eyes closed, Yao Qing could only feel a baffling sense.

But before the night ended, Wang Wu's eyes opened again.

Ding—

The bell rang, and he looked around. He realized that, at some point, the area outside the blue circle was already filled with people—more accurately, monsters.

There were demons and all sorts of monsters Wang Wu had never seen, but most bore a humanoid shape, twisted or malformed, at least a human form could be discerned.

Wang Wu also noticed that, due to their proximity, the blue circle's brightness was rapidly dimming.

Nevertheless, Wang Wu didn't panic; he turned to Yao Qing, who had also opened her eyes and instantly entered combat mode.

"Give me your hand," Wang Wu said.

"For…"

"Give it," Wang Wu replied without explanation, "I won't hurt you."

After speaking, without waiting for her consent, he seized her hand, pumped another wave of Geng Metal Qi into it, and reinforced the formation.

Soon, Wang Wu released his grip, ignoring the odd expression on her face, and stepped straight to the edge of the circle.

Yao Qing remained where she stood, because the hand Wang Wu had seized now emitted a warm current that spread from her palm, radiating to every part of her body.

She opened her palm and saw the character 'Mie' written on her hand.

Yao Qing naturally didn't recognize the character, nor did she have any memory of it.

At that moment Yao Qing suddenly recalled: it seemed she had felt this sensation for several days.

She couldn't name it, but knew it made her feel at ease.

She hadn't bothered with it before, because she never experienced a sensation radiating from the palm to the whole body until Wang Wu seized her hand and continuously fed her Qi.

The Geng Metal Qi spread from the palm's formation eye throughout her body, forming a protective shield that kept her from contact with demons or ghosts.

"What is this..."

Staring blankly at the character Wang Wu left on her palm, her spirit seemed to have a gap opened, and some familiar yet utterly strange memory fragments surged forth.

But those memories existed only for a fleeting instant before vanishing. Even after they disappeared, Yao Qing couldn't recall what she had just seen.

Yet now, after those strange‑yet‑familiar fragments emerged, they left an odd, extremely bizarre feeling in her heart.

Everything around here is false, even her memories, all of them are false.

"Her memory has been altered."

In her mind, Wang Wu's earlier conversation with that lost‑soul person suddenly echoed, as if the two knew each other.

"Damn, can't finish killing them."

Wang Wu watched the monsters he had just eliminated being instantly replaced by a new wave, and his expression grew serious.

Retreating to the center of the basket arena, seeing Yao Qing merely standing dazed, he tossed a capsule, summoned a motorcycle, and asked:

"What? Memory restored again?"

Hearing Wang Wu's voice, Yao Qing looked at him: "You've been lost‑souled until now, how long?"

"What?" Wang Wu asked.

"Why... your mind hasn't been lost?"

"Because this damn thing isn't a loss of mind at all, my dear sister—" Wang Wu rolled his eyes, "the actually lost‑soul person is you: the daytime you, and the you now stuck in the circle!!"

"If at night you leave this circle, you'll soon recall everything. But once day comes, you'll instantly forget, even the events that truly happened each night..."

As he spoke, Wang Wu also noticed Yao Qing's gaze.

"Did you just remember something?" he asked.

Yao Qing nodded, "But I can't recall it, it's just... that feeling still lingers in my heart, hasn't faded."

Speaking, a bewildered look appeared in her eyes:

"I don't know... I also, I don't know what this is..."

"How did that happen?" Wang Wu cut her off, asking.

"The mark you left on my hand," Yao Qing extended her hand, "I just stared at it for a moment, but during that moment my spirit seemed..."

At that moment, Wang Wu's peripheral glance swept the outer basket arena and saw that thing dimming to the extreme, as if it would vanish completely in the next instant.

"Do you believe me?"

He interrupted Yao Qing again and asked.

Yao Qing looked at the solemn Wang Wu, then glanced at the dimly lit hoop.

At that moment, she realized what was about to happen.

However, she felt nothing inside. No fear, no tension, only calm—utter calm.

There was even a faint sense of relief, and another indescribable feeling.

She nodded.

"Come up." Wang Wu didn't waste words, jumped onto the motorcycle, put on his helmet, and tossed another helmet to Yao Qing.

"Hold on tight!" After Yao Qing also got on, Wang Wu twisted the throttle; the motorcycle roared loudly, and at the moment the hoop vanished completely, it surged into the sky.

This time he didn't use full‑assist mode; since that day, Wang Wu had been diligently practicing motorcycle skills and could now ride freely.

Wang Wu's money wasn't only spent upgrading the fortress; he also upgraded this motorcycle.

After soaring into the sky, looking down at the monsters standing on the ground staring upward, none choosing to follow, Wang Wu couldn't help wiping away a cold sweat that didn't actually exist on his forehead.

At that moment, the relieved him felt a sensation at his waist. Looking down, he saw Yao Qing's two hands pressed tightly against the sides of his abdomen.

She was only holding him, not hugging.

He didn't mind, but Yao Qing reacted strongly; when she saw Wang Wu glance down, she immediately released her hands.

"Wang, Daoist brother, I…"

"Is your mind clear?" Unbothered by the hesitant invitation, he asked from the other side, and Wang Wu pressed a button on the motorcycle.

Immediately, the motorcycle began to transform; the arched shield above the head swiftly extended frames to both sides, then covered the walls, completely enveloping both sides of the bike.

The same happened beneath the feet: frames extended, covering the floor.

The motorcycle itself kept reshaping, and soon it turned into a small spacecraft.

It had a cockpit and a living area, with an interior of forty‑five square meters and a private bathroom.

After the transformation finished, seeing Yao Qing still silent, sitting dazed on the floor, Wang Wu asked again:

"Hey! Is your mind back to normal?"

"Ah!?" At that moment Yao Qing finally reacted, snapped back and looked at Wang Wu, "What is this…"

"Don't worry about what this is; I'm asking if your mind is normal now."

Yao Qing hurriedly nodded, "Brother Wang, I remember everything."

"You also remember what happened during the day and when you weren't clear earlier, right?" Wang Wu asked again.

After about half a minute, Yao Qing awkwardly nodded, "I remember…"

"Really remember?" Seeing her strange expression, Wang Wu squinted, "Then what did I do today?"

"You kept nagging me to buy pastries for you, and at night you looked at the Diamond Vajra Demon‑Subduing Array in my hand; at that time I seemed to recall something in my mind…"

Yao Qing answered fluently, clearly having truly recovered.

"What do you mean I nagged you to buy for me!!??"

Wang Wu's voice instantly rose eight octaves; he strained his throat and shouted:

"What do you mean I nagged you to buy for me!??"

"Did I beg you or what! How can you speak like that!??"

"But fellow Daoist…"

"Bullshit!! Shut up!!!!"

Wang Wu's neck flushed red as he shouted loudly, even tossing the matter out of his mind.

After speaking, Wang Wu turned around, arms crossed, muttering:

"Damn it, you act as if you never ate, what do you call 'I begged you'? Your words are so harsh…"

Seeing Wang Wu like that, Yao Qing said nothing, just watched him quietly.

After watching for a while, his upturned mouth corner flattened, and Wang Wu turned back at that moment.

"I have an idea," Wang Wu said, looking at her. "But discussing it with you now is pointless; I have to wait for the you of tomorrow daytime."

"But I don't know if that future you will agree, so I plan to use force."

"What are your weaknesses?" Wang Wu asked.

"Tell me, so I can quickly take you down."

"I think I will agree with you tomorrow during the day," Yao Qing said.

"Why?" Wang Wu was startled. "Tomorrow's you will have your memory altered again, and then you'll think I'm insane while you're normal."

"Then… alright…" Yao Qing swallowed the words she was about to say, nodded, "When I draw my sword, there will be…"

All her flaws, even those that could easily take her life, she told Wang Wu.

"There's no need to be that detailed, right?"

After hearing Yao Qing's extremely detailed explanation, Wang Wu was a bit puzzled.

"I respect, and trust Daoist brother's character even more, and have complete trust in you," Yao Qing said solemnly.

As she spoke, for some reason her mind heated up and she blurted out:

"If, if you, fellow Daoist, are willing, I even want to Yie Jin Lan with you, becoming… of different surnames…"

"Sure." Wang Wu nodded. "I do find you pleasant; we can indeed Yie Jin Lan."

"By the way, how old are you this year?" Wang Wu asked.

"I'm already twenty‑four," Yao Qing replied.

"I'm two years older than you," Wang Wu said cheerfully. "Ha, now you have to call me brother."

"How about it?" Wang Wu looked at her. "Shall we become sworn brothers?"

She also looked at Wang Wu and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, yes…"

"As long as we become a golden‑orchid bond, that's enough. If we become a golden‑orchid bond, it won't be like this anymore, and this strange feeling will disappear."

"Exactly, exactly, it must be so."

"Exactly!"

Her eyes brightened; at this moment Yao Qing felt she had found the answer to the strange feeling she had toward Wang Wu:

Out of reverence and yearning for Wang Wu, she wanted to Yie Jin Lan with him.

Not because of anything else.

At this moment, on the other side.

Wang Wu was indeed preparing for the ceremony; of course, he had no idea what Yao Qing was thinking at that moment.

Regarding Yao Qing's swearing‑brotherhood invitation, he showed no sign of refusing.

This woman was truly very capable, almost unbelievably so.

Kind, grateful, and of noble character.

Wang Wu didn't consider himself a noble person, but Yao Qing and her master truly possessed lofty virtue.

Swearing an oath with this woman, Wang Wu was naturally more than willing.

Thus he was also very attentive.

He took a bowl from the cupboard and poured the wine from the wine gourd into it.

Since there was no incense, this step was omitted.

Then, Wang Wu stuck his hand into his mouth, bit it open, and placed his finger onto the bowl.

"Wang, comrade Daoist, what is this...?"

Regaining her senses, Yao Qing saw Wang Wu's action and asked, puzzled.

"Today we seal our pact with blood," Wang Wu said while blood dripped.

"We mix your blood with mine in the wine and drink it together."

"From now on, you contain me and I contain you."

Having spoken, Wang Wu pushed the bowl toward her.

But Yao Qing just stood there motionless, a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" After waiting a moment, Wang Wu asked.

"No, no…" Yao Qing snapped back, shook her head, and hurriedly drew her long sword, slashing her right forearm.

But perhaps the sword was of such fine quality that it left a deep wound on Yao Qing's arm, bone visible.

"Sss..." Yao Qing let out a light gasp, yet immediately placed her arm on the bowl, blood gushing out, dripping continuously into it.

"Enough, enough," Wang Wu said, looking at Yao Qing's hand, and promptly pressed his hand onto it, channeling Yin‑root true qi.

"M‑much thanks..." The wound healed quickly; Yao Qing withdrew her hand, stammering a thank‑you to Wang Wu.

"Hey, why are we still saying thank you between us?" Wang Wu laughed, shaking his head.

Then, he took the bowl in his hand and, solemnly, said to Yao Qing:

"Heaven above, Earth below, today I, Wang Wu, and Yao Qing, become golden‑orchid companions, sworn brother‑sister of different surnames."

"From this day forth, we share blessings and bear hardships together. We do not ask to be born on the same year, month and day, but we ask to die on the same year, month and day."

Anyway, it was just the cliché from TV, and Wang Wu said it with a certain feeling.

Having finished, he pushed the half‑drunk blood wine toward Yao Qing.

But at this moment Yao Qing seemed stunned again; Wang Wu didn't press her, just waited patiently.

As for whether his demonic blood would make a normal person fall ill, he asked his master, who said it wouldn't, instantly putting his mind at ease.

"What's wrong?" After waiting a while longer and seeing Yao Qing still unmoving, Wang Wu couldn't help but ask:

"If you change your mind, that's fine; after all, this is just…"

"No, nothing!! Nothing!!!" Regaining her senses, Yao Qing hurriedly replied, then lifted the bowl:

"I, I, Yao Qing, today become Yie Jin Lan with Brother Wang Wu! Sworn brother‑sister of different surnames…"

"Heaven above, Earth below, from today, the two of us share blessings and bear hardships together."

"We do not ask to be born on the same year, month and day, but we ask, but, but…"

When she reached this point, Yao Qing suddenly stalled, but seeing Wang Wu about to speak, she immediately blurted out the rest:

"We only ask for the same year, month and day..."

"... death"

When the final word "death" left her lips, Yao Qing's heart suddenly tightened and then stopped beating.

Then, as if compelled by a ghost, she said again:

"If anyone violates this oath, they shall bring about my heaven‑and‑earth annihilation."

Having spoken, Yao Qing raised the bowl, looked at Wang Wu, and drank the remaining blood wine in one gulp.

As the wine mixed with their blood slid down her esophagus, her previously stopped heart explosively burst at that moment.

A surge of intense emotion spread through her limbs and bones, causing a blockage in her throat and a daze in her mind.

"Um..." Hearing Yao Qing's added oath, Wang Wu scratched his head.

"We do not ask to be born on the same year, month and day, but we ask to die on the same month and day." This line was a classic phrase from Wang Wu's hometown swearing ceremonies, and he naturally would not miss it.

But here, people do not say that when forming brother‑sister bonds.

And that phrase… honestly, it's normal among men, but using it between two opposite sexes might feel a bit… um.

Anyway, it's almost like a sea‑and‑mountain oath; to people here it sounds like that.

Of course, Wang Wu didn't realize that.

"Ha ha, little sister." After the oath ceremony was completed, looking at his newly added sister, Wang Wu cheerfully shouted.

"..."

Hearing that "little sister," Yao Qing's body trembled, then she also looked at Wang Wu and softly called out:

"Brother..."

The spaceship was safe, and nothing untoward happened that night.

Wang Wu continued to close his eyes and cultivate, appearing to be practicing, but in fact he was playing on his phone.

Meanwhile, not far from him, after a brief moment of closing her eyes, Yao Qing opened them.

She stared at Wang Wu, her gaze never wavering for a moment.

That cold, fierce, razor‑sharp, utterly upright long sword, at some point had acquired a hint of softness.

The next day.

"I have something to discuss with you." In the cabin, Wang Wu looked at Yao Qing, who had switched to daytime mode, and said.

"What?"

"It's just..."

"..."

To be honest, Wang Wu originally thought it meant a fight was coming.

But unexpectedly, just as normal Yao Qing had said last night, abnormal Yao Qing agreed without a second thought.

"You didn't even consider it?"

"I am a kindred Daoist."

Without saying another word, Wang Wu nodded, grabbed Yao Qing's hand, and began to try out his idea.

The moment her hand was seized by Wang Wu, looking at the man before her, waves of Geng metal Qi entered her body, spreading throughout, and Yao Qing's consciousness gradually blurred.

At the same time, fragments of memory and strands of voices rang in her mind;

"The so‑called sword cultivator is..."

"The true Dao path is already difficult, and the sword‑cultivation lineage is even more..."

"Ha ha, grew taller again?"

"Come, take a look at the new clothes the master tailored for you."

"Alas! I'm not your father, but… heh heh, ha ha ha, heh heh heh…"

"Yao Qing, take the sword!"

…

"Yah yah, eek, yah..."

"Sister... realm?"

"Sister?"

"Senior sister, senior sister!!"

"Senior sister, look, senior sister!!!"

…

"Senior sister, I, I, I..."

"Here, have some; I can see you're quite eager to eat."

"No need to thank me, and no need to overthink it."

"I'm not the kind of person you think I am; don't overthink it."

"Buy it for me quickly!!!"

"Do not demand being born on the same year, month, and day."

"Only ask to die on the same year, month, and day."

"Brother..."

Yao Qing opened her eyes, and countless memories returned at that moment.

She looked at Wang Wu and called softly.

"Ha!" Wang Wu shouted excitedly: "Damn, it really works!!"

"Ha ha, I'm fucking a genius, a genius!!!"

While laughing wildly, Wang Wu grabbed Yao Qing's hand and began to dance wildly.

"That... that, brother?" Yao Qing, looking at the elated Wang Wu, called out again.

"What's the matter?" Wang Wu stopped his movements and looked at Yao Qing, asking.

"What shall we do next?"

"Find someone." Wang Wu said:

"Your master, and that stinky woman."

(End of chapter)