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The Days I Transmigrated into "Mo Dao Zu Shi": Part Two
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After bidding farewell to Song Lan and the others, I followed Wei Wuxian to the town of Yiling. Once I retrieved Little Apple, which I had left there, I officially set off on the journey to Gusu.
Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi led the way ahead, while Wei Wuxian leisurely rode his mount, with Hanguang Jun holding the reins beside him. I quietly walked on the other side.
To be honest, I felt out of place and the atmosphere was incredibly awkward.
This was truly unbearable... Just a few steps out of Wailing Hill, I already felt an overwhelming urge to turn back.
Oh, Daoist Priest, is it too late to regret now?
"Xiao Hua, can I ask you a question?" Perhaps feeling bored due to the heavy silence, Wei Wuxian suddenly spoke up.
"Sure?" I looked up at him in confusion.
He smiled and pointed at the Fenghua I was carrying on my back.
"I've always been curious about that wooden staff... What is it for? Why do you carry it with you all the time? Is it for self-defense?"
I glanced at Fenghua in response to his question.
"Well... I suppose it's my magical tool?" That’s how they would describe it.
"A magical tool? So it's not just an ordinary wooden staff?" Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Can it ward off evil spirits? Or does it have some special function?"
"The one who wards off evil is me; it merely serves as an aid," I explained.
"Really not a weapon? Using a wooden staff as a magical tool—this is my first time seeing that," he laughed heartily. "Can I take a look at it?"
I stared at him in silence.
...Are you really asking me to surrender without any reason?
After a moment, I mustered my courage and reached out my hand toward him.
"Shall we exchange?" I gestured toward the Appeal at his waist.
He seemed taken aback by my response, but then burst into laughter.
"Sure! What's the problem?" Without hesitation, he boldly drew out the Appeal and handed it to me.
Now it was my turn to be stunned.
Wait a minute, shouldn't you at least hesitate a bit, big guy? This is the legendary ghost flute Appeal! Can it really be borrowed so easily?
"What's wrong? Is there an issue?" He tilted his head in confusion as he looked at me.
"...No." Since the person involved didn't see any problem, then I suppose there was none.
I let out a small sigh and exchanged my Fenghua with him.
He examined the Fenghua with a serious expression, while I quietly looked down at the Appeal in my hands—there was no point in trying to play it secretly, right?
Bored, I attempted to probe the flute with my senses when suddenly, some information surged into my mind—
Wait! This is...
Lingering Thoughts?!
Although I know that everything has a spirit, especially for those who practice cultivation, their possessions are more susceptible to spiritual energy. However, I never expected that perception could have such a usage.
...Could this be a reward from the system?
I focused intently on the scenes displayed in my mind—this should be the memory of Appeal, viewed from a perspective that traced back through Wei Wuxian's recent life, mostly filled with moments of affection shared with Lan Wangji, all the way back to Guanyin Temple, where Wei Wuxian received the item from Jiang Cheng to deal with Chi Feng Zun. Then came the days when it was kept away by Jiang Cheng...
"Xiao Hua!"
Hearing my name called, I jolted back to reality, and the images in my mind abruptly ceased.
Ahhh! I was just about to see something important! Why interrupt me at this moment?!
"I called you several times! Why were you so engrossed? It's just a flute!" Wei Wuxian looked at me in confusion.
"No, it's nothing." This secret must not be revealed! I rubbed my temples and then turned to him. "Are you done? Should we switch back?" What a pity...
"Mm." He smiled as he handed Fenghua back to me, and I reluctantly returned Appeal.
"By the way, does your magical tool recognize its master? It seems like it doesn't respond when I touch it."
"No..." I recalled that only equipment above level five would bind to a master, but Fenghua was only level three. "Perhaps it's because of how you’re using it?" Although I hadn’t paid attention to how he used it earlier, it could also be due to our different spiritual systems, which might be why he couldn’t use it.
"Oh?" Wei Wuxian tilted his head and smiled. "Then, could I see you demonstrate?"
"Demonstration?" I was taken aback. Demonstrate what?
"After all, I've never seen anyone use a wooden staff as a magical tool. I'm really curious about how it works... It shouldn't just be for hitting people, right?" He clasped his hands together with a grin and said, "Please, little flower, could you let me see it in action?"
Unable to resist, I shot him a mischievous smile. "So, should I use you as a demonstration?" If it's for hitting someone, I'd be more than happy to!
"Huh? No way! Are you really going to hit someone?" Wei Wuxian was momentarily stunned, then chuckled and pointed to two figures ahead. "Look, there are two perfect targets over there. Feel free to choose."
"What? Senior Wei, are you joking? Don't just casually throw people under the bus!" Upon hearing this, Lan Jingyi immediately turned back to protest.
Lan Wangji shot him a puzzled glance, while Wei Wuxian laughed dismissively. "Come on, it's not like I'm asking you to stand there and take a beating; you can dodge!"
"...Sorry, I was just joking." I interrupted his laughter with a sigh. "As I mentioned earlier, Fenghua isn't meant for attacking; it's for support." After all, I just needed to brush it off lightly.
I pondered for a moment, then glanced aside and lifted Fenghua, using it to summon a small pebble from the roadside into my hand with a gentle gust of wind. "So... something like this."
Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi, who had been secretly watching from the front, were left speechless.
"What kind of sorcery is this? I've never seen anything like it..." Lan Jingyi murmured in disbelief.
"Hey! You can actually manipulate objects out of thin air?" Wei Wuxian looked at the stone in my hand with great interest. "This is surprising; I've never seen a magical tool that could do this. What do you think, Lan Zhan?"
"I have not seen anything like it." Lan Wangji replied coolly, but his gaze was fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
Big Brother Lan, I have no intention of trying to seduce your partner! Besides, he started the conversation with me first. Can you please stop looking at me like that? The pressure is overwhelming!
"Then, this wooden staff was also given to you by your master?" Wei Wuxian suddenly asked.
"No..." I hesitated for a moment before admitting, "Fenghua is something I forged myself."
"You forged it?" He widened his eyes in surprise.
"Yes, I did." I nodded seriously.
"Wait a minute, can a magical artifact really be forged so easily? You make it sound like it's as simple as molding clay... I've at least forged the Yin Tiger Tally, and it wasn't that easy!" Wei Wuxian looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Of course it's not easy." I couldn't help but express my grievances. "Back when I was forging Fenghua, I almost lost my life!" Although it was purely an accident.
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxian looked even more confused. "Really? While the process of forging magical artifacts is indeed difficult, is it really that dangerous? Isn't it just a matter of failing the forging?"
"Maybe our understanding and methods of forging items are different?" I tilted my head and observed him calmly.
"Well... that's not impossible. After all, everything in this other world is unknown to us, so it's only natural that there would be discrepancies in our understanding..." He stroked his chin and pondered for a moment. "So, is forging your own artifacts a necessary part of your training? Otherwise, why would you risk yourself like that? Didn't your master give you a sword or other magical artifacts for protection when you went out?"
"We don't use swords. When I went out, my master only gave me a steamed bun, a bamboo tube of water, and Five Wen Coins." Unfortunately, this system's starter pack didn't include any weapons. "As for magical artifacts, my master said that one must rely on their own strength to forge them to enhance compatibility and make them easier to use. So he only taught me the method of forging; if I needed something, I had to figure it out myself."
Wei Wuxian stared at me in shock.
"...Is this your group's guideline? That's rather harsh and strange! By that standard, if every cultivator had to forge their own celestial sword, wouldn't everyone need to be a craftsman?" After a moment, he sympathetically patted my shoulder. "What can I say... anyway, you must have had a tough time."
Well, thank you for your consolation. I shot him a silent glance.
"By the way, you were staring so intently at Appeal just now. Did you see something?" Wei Wuxian suddenly asked.
"...No, I was just daydreaming," I replied calmly.
"Oh, is that so? I see..." He chuckled lightly, twirling Appeal between his fingers, sitting on the donkey with his head tilted, lost in thought.
As the conversation came to a halt, I casually looked ahead and continued to follow them on the road.
However, my mind couldn't help but drift back to the scene I had just witnessed—
Heh, I unexpectedly saw Jiang Cheng! Although it was just a memory.
But not being able to see more was truly frustrating!
It turns out that perception can be used to explore the residual thoughts of objects... Uh, wait, no, this might make me unable to resist becoming a voyeur!
Even though I didn't see anything inappropriate or stimulating just now, this isn't right!
It seems I must exercise some self-restraint...
I quietly raised my hand to wipe my face, trying hard to eliminate those unwelcome thoughts from my mind.
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