Chapter 234: Sleeping While Standing, the Pillow Comes of Its Own Accord

"Hiss!" Hearing what Fairy Yaoji said, Lingxiang drew in three cold breaths in a row, nearly failing to recover, "The Deceit Beast actually swindled Xiangliu's Poison Fang?!"

Yet Fairy Yaoji looked very indifferent, as if she had long since been accustomed to it.

"Not only did it swindle one, it swindled three."

"Oh!" Hearing this, Lingxiang let out three more long sighs, "It actually swindled three!"

Is that Xiangliu a fool? Even if its intelligence were like a child's, there is no way it would give its fangs to others, right? That... must hurt so much!

Surprise is surprise, but Lingxiang could never understand why, since it is an ancient fierce god, Yunzhongjun insisted on keeping Xiangliu in Yunmeng and protecting it for so many years.

According to what she knew, the fierce beasts of the ancient era were mostly villains who brought disaster to the land, and they should have been wiped out by powerful beings during the War of Gods. Xiangliu is full of poison; keeping it in Yunmeng, was he not afraid of destroying the entire Great Marsh?

However, once she thought of the Xiangliu she had seen earlier, Lingxiang felt somewhat relieved.

That Xiangliu looked terrifying, yet its eyes were very clear; at least the head she saw was like that.

She remembered when she was young, Senior Brother Yuanqing taught her physiognomy and once used dogs as examples: a fierce dog has raised brow bones and a fierce glint in its eyes, a good dog has a relaxed brow center and clear eyes, and a timid dog has changing brow muscles and eyes that turn to show much white.

To observe the eyes is to observe the heart; if the heart has no evil, the eyes are pure.

One's background is not something one can choose; if there were a choice, who would wish to be born a disaster?

Lingxiang believed that although nature may be inherently evil, evil is like a blank sheet of paper; if you write goodness, it can be good, and if you paint evil, it becomes even more evil.

Just like herself; although she could not be called a good person, she had never done anything wicked or evil. She could still distinguish between right and wrong; it was nothing more than some minor mischief, at most only counting as being overbearing and willful.

It was thanks to the careful guidance of her senior brothers; otherwise, there is no telling if she would have brought disaster to the land.

But she still regretted it; she truly regretted it until her guts turned green.

Lingxiang was very clear about her own character; she admitted she was not a clear-headed person. If profit were placed before her, she could not guarantee she would definitely be able to resist the temptation. And the Deceit Beast was always full of ghost stories, with not a shred of truth in its mouth; to prevent it from bewitching people's hearts, she had decided decisively to let it go.

Since she could not be strict with herself, she would nip the disaster in the bud at the source.

While beating her chest and stamping her feet, Lingxiang only thought in her heart that if Heaven gave her another chance, she would definitely tie the Deceit Beast firmly to her belt.

Even though she knew the function of the Huitian Pill, Lingxiang still wanted to try to refine it. One reason was to prove her own pill-making ability; the other was that she harbored a fluke, what if she could refine a better pill? Even if she could not bring the dead back to life, perhaps she could repair her Spirit Root?

However, no amount of regret was of any use now. The Yunmeng Daze was vast and boundless; wanting to find the Deceit Beast was no different from looking for a needle in the ocean.

Or perhaps...

Should she also go and swindle Xiangliu? Anyway, it had already been swindled once; she figured it wouldn't mind one more time...

Perhaps it was because Lingxiang was sighing too much, but Zhao Wuyang actually woke up amidst those sighs. Seeing Ajin guarding him, Zhao Wuyang just smiled lightly and said nothing more.

Looking at the silent Zhao Wuyang, Ajin felt he was a bit different, but could not say exactly where the difference lay.

The Zhao Wuyang of the past seemed like a small beast that had never left its nest, full of curiosity and confusion in his eyes, but now he was very steady, his gaze like the stars, deep and unfathomable.

It seemed the Seeking Qi was successful.

Looking at the thoughtful Ajin and the silent Zhao Wuyang, Lingxiang suddenly felt that Ajin seemed to have become somewhat distant. She had a premonition that the day Ajin attained the Dao was not far off.

All of this depended on Wuyang.

The current Wuyang, having experienced Seeking Qi, had become much more composed; if one day he resolved the tribulation for Ajin, it would not be strange.

But what kind of wish would that be?

Xishan Cat Spirit, Nine-Tailed Saint, one tribulation every eight tails, granting one wish to a person, one wish per tail, repeating as such.

Calling it a tribulation, Lingxiang felt it was more like a curse.

Forget it, forget it; there was no time to worry about others now. The Xiangliu Poison Fang had not been obtained yet, and looking at Yunzhongjun, he did not seem willing to help her.

No, if that were really the case, then how did Mother obtain the Poison Fang?

Why else would they say that without coincidence there is no story? Just as Lingxiang was frowning and pacing back and forth in frustration, she bumped head-on into someone, and that person was none other than the Deceit Beast she had let go earlier.

"Clang!"

It was unknown what object was knocked down, rolling and making a series of harsh sounds. Lingxiang and the Deceit Beast both sat on the ground, rubbing their painful spots for a good while. When they looked up and saw each other, both were stunned on the spot.

Everyone heard the sound and looked over, only to see the two looking as if they were possessed, staring at each other with wide eyes, motionless, with dull expressions on their faces. After a long time, they heard the two shout in unison:

"Ah! It's you, you old swindler!"

"Ah! It's you, you little rascal!"

Come to think of it, the Deceit Beast was quite unlucky. It was originally ordered to find someone, but ended up meeting a little rogue like Lingxiang, who even dumped it halfway. Not only did it have to run a long way back to report, but now that it had finally returned, it didn't expect to run into her again.

For thousands of years, this was the second time the Deceit Beast felt someone was so annoying, and the first time was over a dozen years ago; that person was Tu Mi.

Anything that fell into the Deceit Beast's hands was never given away, yet Tu Mi had brazenly taken it from her, and had taken more than one item.

At the thought of this, the Deceit Beast's tooth roots ached with anger.

This mother and daughter were the same kind of trash! If the upper beam is not straight, the lower ones will be crooked!

Just as the Deceit Beast's thoughts were drifting, slandering Lingxiang and her mother, it heard Lingxiang suddenly roar at Long Qi: "Catch her!"

This roar was so loud that even Long Qi, who had experienced Lingxiang's Sound Transmission Talisman, was stunned, let alone the others. Those little spirit beasts that had been frolicking immediately quieted down, as if they had been frightened.

And compared to the reactions of the others, the Deceit Beast suddenly woke up, struggled to jump up, and ran away without looking back.

In fact, the Deceit Beast did not know why it was running; perhaps it was because Lingxiang's roar was too loud, or perhaps because there were too many people. Anyway, it instinctively took off running.

But it had not run a few steps before it stopped again. Listening to the "clanging" sound behind it, it hesitated for a long time before turning its head with a pained expression. And Lingxiang was holding a wine pot in her hand at this moment, tapping it triumphantly.

"Clang-clang... clang-clang..."

Lingxiang tapped the Tin Pot in her hand again and again, and those sounds seemed to be tapping on the Deceit Beast's heart, making its chest ache with every beat.

This was something it had finally "begged" from the Immortal of Flowing Clouds when it passed his cave on the way back just now. Although the wine pot looked unremarkable, it was a genuine treasure; as long as water was poured into it, it would turn into Jade Brew Nectar in no time.

"Run, then," Lingxiang said with a squinting smile, "You were only two steps away from turning the corner, why aren't you running anymore?" As she spoke, she swung the pot by its handle.