Chapter 871: Extra 4: 108

Guyun Que spoke while snapping his right hand's two fingers, and immediately a black insect whose wings were patterned like water ripples and together resembled a human face — a Forgetfulness River insect — landed steadily on his fingertip.

Upon seeing this Forgetfulness River insect, Bai Shulan's scalp went numb.

In the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, she had personally watched Guyun Que use this evil thing to kill people, even devouring their Soul Essence.

His methods were far more ruthless than hers.

How many times, when Guyun Que drove Bai Shulan to desperation, she wished she could stab this evil thing with countless silver needles until it became a sieve.

She also tried.

It was useless.

This evil thing looks solid, but when a silver needle pierces it, it can instantly disperse and then re‑condense; though it appears tiny, it can also swell to great size…

The worm seed left behind by the Witch Spirit is certainly no simple role.

It is the worm seed she forged in her final moments, refining her own essence blood and her natal worm!

What's more infuriating is that this worm seed was personally delivered to Guyun Que by Bai Shulan herself.

If only she had known… if only she had known back then she wouldn't have given it to him!

But angry as she was, Bai Shulan understood in her heart that she could never do such a thing.

All she could do was quote Xiao Jiu's saying: "One thing restrains another."

Guyun Que was born to be her nemesis!

"Alright, I'm done teasing you." Guyun Que, seeing he'd gotten the reaction he wanted, added, "Don't really make me angry — after such a long medicinal bath, I've changed the prescription four times for you, and with the Bai Family Medical Hall's herbs being truly good, I'm confident I can shorten your seclusion to two months; but I see your condition is better than I imagined, so you might have other breakthroughs, which would be beyond my control."

Bai Shulan shook her head: "No! Two months is still too long! I feel Xiao Jiu could erupt at any moment; even half a month of seclusion feels too long to me."

After thinking, she asked: "If I stop taking the medicinal bath lately, can I delay my seclusion?"

Guyun Que's face fell at once: "Not taking the medicinal bath? Then all the hard work I put in running back and forth for so long would be wasted? Don't you remember the agony of festering wounds and raw skin? Who was it that wrapped herself head‑to‑toe in gauze, clung to me weeping, bit me in pain when she couldn't sleep at night, and when her skin grew back she itched so badly she rubbed herself all over me?"

Bai Shulan sprang up from the sofa, clapping both hands over Guyun Que's mouth: "Stop! Please, ancestor, please don't say another word!"

The past is too painful to recall.

Although this is Bai Shulan's bedroom, a private domain where no one would hear Guyun Que's words, she feels guilty! Ashamed!

After all, those things were really done by her…

Guyun Que put his arms around Bai Shulan's waist, applying a little force with his hands.

When Bai Shulan jumped up, she hadn't considered that the sofa was unstable; now her whole weight was supported by Guyun Que's one hand, yet she was completely unaware.

She only wanted him to shut up.

Bai Shulan's chest heaved violently; her grip on Guyun Que's mouth was a bit strong, and by the time she realized she had almost tipped the sofa over — having been caught by Guyun Que gripping her waist — it was already too late.

She hastily pulled her hand back, then tried to grab Guyun Que's hand.

Guyun Que exerted force with his hand, lifting her up in one arm and placing her on the bed: "Don't overthink it; seclusion is the top priority. Close yourself off in peace, leave everything else to me — I guarantee I'll handle it splendidly."

Bai Shulan looked at Guyun Que with a flushed face.

Guyun Que smiled, couldn't resist reaching out to pinch her now‑slightly‑rosy little face, and said: "Don't forget the days we were trapped in the cave, lost in the vast Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, relying on each other for survival — back then you could entrust your life to me; now why are you scheming against me? Xiao Bai, in this lifetime, whenever you need me, you can always trust me."

Bai Shulan kicked Guyun Que, turned, pulled the blanket over herself, and snapped: "Get out!"

Guyun Que forcefully pulled the blanket down to ensure Bai Shulan could breathe, then turned off the bedside lamp and left.

In the darkness, Bai Shulan heard the door close, followed by a soft "Good night."

Bai Shulan wrapped herself in the blanket, yet she simply couldn't fall asleep.

Guyun Que's words successfully brought her thoughts back to the past few months.

Yes, from the moment she fearlessly rushed into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, she had already laid her life on the line.

Since she once chose to protect this boy, why now does she reject him, scheme against him, treat him as an enemy?

Is it merely because she dares not face that faint, tender feeling deep inside her heart?

Or does she feel his aggression growing stronger, that she can barely withstand it, leading to frustration and anger?

If Xiao Jiu remains unconscious, should she really go into seclusion… or… try dual cultivation?

Actually, dual cultivation isn't such a big deal, is it?

How old is she now?

At her age, her clan has already seen countless generations of descendants.

Someone like her who has still kept her first kiss is practically… an antique.

Why not… give it a try?

Pah! Pah! Pah!

She was absurdly thinking about all sorts of nonsense.

After pondering all night, Bai Shulan ultimately decided to trust Guyun Que; if Xiao Jiu or Feng Ran's side ran into trouble and she needed to go into seclusion, she would let Guyun Que help her.

The next morning, Bai Shulan went to Yin Dang Hang.

While she was taking Xiao Jiu's pulse, Li Qingying said from the side: "Last night Xiao Jiu kept shouting that she was cold; I covered her with two blankets, yet she remained icy all over, shivering continuously for over two hours, only improving at three in the morning."

Bai Shulan also felt that Xiao Jiu's pulse was much slower than in the past few days.

This indicates she is not merely in a light sleep.

She is undergoing something.

Could it really be a dream trial?

Bai Shulan was also unsure about this; after thinking, she told Li Qingying: "Qingying, please have A Cheng come over so he can also check on Xiao Jiu's condition."

But she hadn't expected Li Qingying to wear a worried face: "I haven't yet had a chance to tell you about this."

Bai Shulan felt an inexplicable chill in her heart: "What's wrong?"

"A few days ago Shan Shan said she wanted to return with A Cheng and the others to check on Xiao Jiu." Li Qingying said, "This morning she sent word again, saying something has happened on the Feng Clan's side, so they can't come back for now."

"How could that be?" Bai Shulan pressed, "Did they say what happened? Is it serious?"

Li Qingying also couldn't explain clearly: "It seems that the two spirit beasts promised to the Nether Realm have encountered a problem; Shan Shan and A Cheng and them are trying to figure out how to apprehend them; if not controlled well, they might be held accountable; at this critical juncture, sigh…"

The Phoenix clan is not only birds; it is the birthplace and habitat of spiritually aware birds, beasts, and even plant spirits; the spirit birds and beasts that emerge from the Phoenix clan are mostly sent to various departments of the Three Realms and Six Paths.

Some serve as mounts, some as servants…