Chapter 118: Bu Satan Saves the Ancestor

“Auntie, maybe you really are some once-in-ten-thousand-years super genius. If you are, then I’ve got the strongest golden thigh in our family wrapped around me—my cultivation path ahead will be smooth sailing.” Su Hua fantasized happily.

“Stop dreaming. Your auntie is just a first-grade primary schoolkid with a slight bit of talent.”

“I only have talent in cultivating the Spirit-Refining Art. In our clan school, geniuses are as numerous as fish crossing a river. I just got first place in one small exam—it’s nothing special.”

“Don’t let my results affect you.”

“For cultivators, the path to the Dao has always been one step at a time—deeply understanding yourself and honing yourself is how you go further.” Su Jin repeated the words her mother often told her, using them on Su Hua.

Su Hua: “...”

Besides, Su Jin remembered that she was cultivating three arts simultaneously, and her cultivation speed was clearly accelerating.

Yet Su Wuji could still sprint ahead slightly and break through to Qi Refining Level Three before her!

Instantly, any sense of pride vanished.

It was just one small exam!

Who knows? Next time, I might lose the top rank in this grade.

Su Hua, hearing this, reluctantly tamped down her ecstatic excitement. “Auntie, what Spirit-Refining Art are you practicing? When I break through to Qi Refining Level Four, I plan to follow the same one as you.”

“After all, you’ve practiced it—you know the difficulties. If you explain them to me, I can learn it quickly.”

Su Hua added cheerfully.

“That’s fine. I practice the Great Expansion Spirit Refining Art. They say it’s hard to cultivate, but I haven’t felt that.” Su Jin frowned slightly. “You can try it—if you find it utterly incomprehensible, switch to another art.”

Su Hua nodded.

“Then Auntie, I won’t disturb your cultivation anymore—I’ll go back and practice.”

“Alright.”

After seeing Su Hua off, Su Jin didn’t plan to practice any spells. She took out the book her mother had left her—The Rhododendron Spirit Brew Notebook—from a small drawer beside her bed.

Then she silently opened it.

Until she reached one particular page.

It recorded the method for preparing a special spiritual liquid called Wood Soul Liquid, whose main ingredients were Wood Essence and Silver Marrow Spirit Milk, plus five other auxiliary materials.

Her mother’s notebook recorded a total of eighty-five methods for preparing spiritual liquids and spirit dew.

All were recipes she had learned and improved over the years.

Su Jin had never thought of memorizing them before, but now she did. Since she had perfect recall, she carefully committed every recipe to memory, then placed the book into a wooden box and sent it to Xiao Wu Tian, letting Jin Tong Wood preserve it.

After finishing these tasks, Su Jin decided to sleep and return to her blue giant star.

The giant star was drawing closer to her.

The next morning, Su Hua overslept, so Su Jin left first.

As she walked toward the clan school, she noticed movement in the tall grass beside the road.

After a brief hesitation, she walked toward the swaying grass.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw an eight- or nine-year-old boy lying among the tall grass.

He seemed unable to move—only one small hand could twitch.

He used that hand to shake the tall grass.

Was he asking for help?

Su Jin saw the desperate plea in his eyes.

She hurried over and asked, “Little brother, what’s wrong? Do you need my help?”

The child seemed overjoyed, as if seeing a lifeline—but he couldn’t speak, not even blink easily.

How could they communicate?

The child clearly wanted to say something, but his lips only trembled, producing no sound.

He seemed frantic, his eyes pleading for Su Jin to come closer.

Without realizing it, Su Jin stepped right up to him and bent down toward his face.

Just as her face drew near the boy’s, a black, finger-thick hole suddenly appeared in the center of his forehead.

A white light shot out of the hole and surged toward Su Jin.

When it came within less than a foot of her, a flash of golden light sliced through the white light.

The white light dropped to the ground, transforming from a white caterpillar into a corpse cleanly severed in two.

The cut was unnaturally smooth and precise.

The caterpillar was unnervingly perfectly split into left and right halves—from head to toe, perfectly symmetrical.

The moment the white light left the boy’s body, he died.

His complexion rapidly shifted from rosy to deathly pale, like a corpse that had been dead for some time.

Su Jin staggered backward several steps in terror.

She quickly used a Thousand-Li Transmission Talisman to send word to Liu Shi and her older brother.

“Bu Satan, you saved me just now, didn’t you? Thank you so much—if not for you, I’d be dead.”

“No thanks needed. Protecting the Ancestor is Bu Satan’s duty.” Now that Xiao Bu understood, to live well, he must obey the Ancestor.

So he had learned to respond.

Su Jin touched the thin gold bracelet on her wrist, still shaken.

That had been too close—had that thing drilled into her brain, she’d have been done for. A child like her, if a worm crawled into her skull—she didn’t need to imagine what would happen.

Her brain would be eaten.

“What happened?” Though Su Jia was farther away, Su Jian arrived with Liu Shi.

As soon as Su Jin saw them, she hurried them over to the dead boy and the white caterpillar beside his head.

“I noticed the grass moving strangely, so I came to investigate. I found the boy lying in the grass, unable to move—only one hand could twitch slightly. He shook the tall grass to get my attention.”

“I walked over to him. He seemed to want to say something, but his mouth wouldn’t move—he looked frantic.”

“So I leaned close to his face, trying to hear what he was saying.”

“At that moment, a small hole burst open in the center of his forehead. I saw a white light shoot out and race straight toward my forehead.”

“I was terrified—but luckily, my grandfather gave me a protective talisman. It cut through the white light.”

“That’s when I saw the white caterpillar fall out. It was dead.”

Su Jin looked utterly terrified.

Su Jian immediately rushed over and picked her up.

Poor little girl—she’d almost been killed.

“What do we do?” Su Jian asked Liu Shi.

Liu Shi thought for a moment, then said, “Report it to the Police Inspector. This child’s death here is too suspicious—I feel something’s off.”