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"Let's go!" Wang Yong sneered as he looked at Li Xiaonan, who lay in a pool of blood. Whether human or ghost, with his heart pierced, there was only one path left—death!
Mei Yingluo stared in disbelief at Li Xiaonan. Just a moment ago, he had been fine, and now…
Blood continuously seeped from Li Xiaonan's chest. He resembled meat on a skewer, brutally stabbed. Blood gushed from his mouth as he tried to smile and wipe away the tears on Mei Yingluo's face, but he had no strength left.
"What is this?" A delicate, pale hand emerged from the shadows, reaching towards Mei Yingluo's face. A crystal tear fell onto Lu Nishang's finger. She tasted it and said, "Salty rainwater?"
Li Xiaonan wanted to laugh but felt a sharp pain in his wound. This girl truly was an innocent little thing! He sighed, thinking of the women in the Cultivation world who followed him. If he died, what would happen to them? As these thoughts swirled in his mind, his consciousness began to fade.
"Brother Xiaonan? Brother Xiaonan? Don't sleep! You haven't answered my question yet; you still haven't made my doll!" Lu Nishang revealed her true self. Chen Yaojin watched in shock; this little girl looked so… tender and soft… he almost wanted to devour her!
Lu Nishang pushed Li Xiaonan with all her might. After a brief moment of shock, Chen Yaojin stepped forward to stop her. "Miss, please don't push him; the boss is dying…" As he spoke, his already unattractive features contorted further.
Lu Nishang pouted and disdainfully remarked, "Ew! So ugly. Dying?" She tilted her head and thought for a moment before realizing what death meant—forever disappearing and never being seen again. A sense of urgency welled up inside her, and her eyes felt a bit teary. She wondered: What is wrong with me? Am I sick?
She shook her head and smiled brightly. "With me here, Brother Xiaonan will be fine!"
Though Mei Yingluo did not know the identity of the girl before her, she sensed a remarkable confidence in her tone.
"Miss, I beg you to save my son!"
Lu Nishang looked at Mei Yingluo, whose eyes were filled with tears like pear blossoms. She widened her eyes and tilted her head in confusion. "Why are your eyes leaking salty rainwater? Why are you asking me for help?"
Mei Yingluo had no understanding of Lu Nishang; she thought Lu Nishang was unwilling to save her son. She grasped the girl's hand and pleaded, "As long as you're willing to save him, I'll do anything you ask!"
Lu Nishang stared blankly at Mei Yingluo and asked, "Really... anything goes?"
Mei Yingluo nodded vigorously.
Lu Nishang finally understood what kind of existence a mother was—someone who would do anything for her child. She tilted her head, pondering: Where is my mother?
She quietly said, "If I can't find my mother, will you be my mother?"
Without waiting for Mei Yingluo's response, Lu Nishang conjured a plain white silk umbrella. The canopy was adorned with colorful patterns, beautifully and harmoniously intertwined, exuding a hint of the bizarre. Golden tassels hung from the ribs of the umbrella, swaying with life, while a string of bronze bells dangled from the wooden handle, jingling softly in the breeze.
Lu Nishang grasped the handle with her fair little hand and chanted, "Pure Spirit Five Silk Umbrella, gather all souls, Ghostly Night Bloom blooms, reveal the three souls and seven spirits!" The bells on the handle rang out a pleasant yet urgent sound as the umbrella slipped from Lu Nishang's grasp and began to spin slowly above Li Xiaonan's body. The golden tassels spun faster and faster, forming straight beams connecting to the canopy.
Lu Nishang exhaled a breath of ghostly energy onto the Pure Spirit Five Silk Umbrella, intensifying the ringing of the bells. She shouted, "Reveal!"
On Li Xiaonan's body appeared blossoms of green night-blooming cereus with pink edges. The delicate petals visibly wilted and curled up. Lu Nishang frowned as her jade fingers pointed at Li Xiaonan while murmuring, "One, two, three, four... thirteen blossoms. Three souls and seven spirits; three plus seven equals... yes! Thirteen!"
Chen Yaojin twitched at the corners of his mouth, wanting to remind Lu Nishang that three plus seven equals ten. However, Mei Yingluo stopped him; this was a critical moment to save Li Xiaonan. It was just a math problem—not that serious.
Lu Nishang sat cross-legged beside Li Xiaonan as the Pure Spirit Five Silk Umbrella rose slowly to envelop them both. She continuously formed various hand seals while spraying ghostly energy onto the Ghostly Night Bloom. The petals trembled slightly as they gradually returned to their original vibrant form, full of life.
The Ghostly Night Bloom represented a person's soul. In the Underworld, saving a dying spirit meant directly rescuing its soul. Although Li Xiaonan was human, his body had also been injured by weapons from the Underworld. Thus, salvation had to begin with his soul. In all of the Underworld, only Lu Nishang had both the ability and willingness to save him.
The Pure Spirit Five Silk Umbrella was Lu Nishang's Destined Artifact, specifically designed to summon souls and perfectly suited for healing Li Xiaonan.
As thirteen vibrant Ghostly Night Blooms slowly faded away, the enormous "toothpick" embedded in Li Xiaonan's chest flew out. His wound healed rapidly; aside from some bloodstains on his white clothing and a hole in it, everything seemed as if nothing had happened.
Li Xiaonan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze dazed and foolish as he slowly looked around.
“Xiao Nan!”
“Boss!”
Li Xiaonan blinked and grinned, “I’m still alive!”
Lu Nishang beamed brightly, “Of course! With me… here… you…” Before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed into Li Xiaonan's arms.
Li Xiaonan was startled, but then he heard the steady sound of snoring beside him. He gradually relaxed, only to be shocked again—do ghosts breathe? Do ghosts snore?
“Xiao Nan, you should really thank this young lady,” Mei Yingluo said, still a bit worried as she gently stroked Li Xiaonan's chest.
Li Xiaonan smiled and replied, “Yeah, I know, Mom.” He glanced down at the sleeping Lu Nishang in his arms and had to admit that she looked incredibly cute when quiet. Her chubby little face was adorned with a faint smile, as if she had never known sorrow. Li Xiaonan reached out to smooth her slightly messy bangs.
Beside them, Chen Yaojin pouted, thinking to himself: The soft girl belongs to the boss now; the boss’s wife is not to be trifled with. Why is my life so hard?
“Mom, are you willing to come with me now?”
Mei Yingluo nodded and softly said, “I’m sorry.”
Those two words carried so much weight; in truth, the person she felt most sorry for was herself. Whether human or ghost, as long as there is consciousness and one is still "alive," one cannot give up hope and must never use their own happiness as a bargaining chip for others.
Li Xiaonan chuckled foolishly, “You’re my mom; there’s no need for apologies.” Mei Yingluo smiled slightly as she looked at her son’s silly expression.
Chen Yaojin stood to the side, feeling increasingly frustrated. At that moment, he felt completely unnecessary. He urged, "Boss, where are you going? I want to go too!"
Li Xiaonan glanced at Chen Yaojin. He found the kid more and more likable; he was loyal and not stupid. If possible, he hoped to bring Chen Yaojin back to the Cultivation world.
After pondering for a moment, he turned to Mei Yingluo. "Mother, Wang Yong must think I'm dead by now, but staying in Sunset City is ultimately unsafe... I want to go to Yellow Spring Village; it should be safer there. However, the journey is long, Mother..."
Mei Yingluo understood her son's intentions and smiled. "Silly child, you make the decisions. When I was alive, I was also a Separation Stage Cultivator. When did I become an ordinary and weak woman? You don't need to worry about me."
Li Xiaonan chuckled. "Then it's settled. We'll set off immediately for Yellow Spring Village."
Indeed, Demon General Wang Yong's residence was in Sunset City, and staying there was risky. In such a vast Underworld, aside from knowing about Sunset City, Li Xiaonan only knew about Yellow Spring Village, making it their only option.
As for what plans awaited them upon returning? Li Xiaonan glanced at Lu Nishang, who was resting on his lap. With her by his side, would the Demon Emperor not show up?
A smile crept onto Li Xiaonan's lips. He had never been one to control his expressions well; despite his attempts to manage them, being a bit showy was in his nature. He shook his head helplessly, wondering when he could become a cold and emotionless young man.
Beside him, Chen Yaojin wore a pained expression and interrupted, "Boss, we're leaving again? It's far away! Without any big buns, I'll starve on the way..."
Li Xiaonan laughed. "The boss won't let you starve, Little Jin! Punch me!"
"Huh?" Chen Yaojin was taken aback, thinking: Is the boss really okay with this? What if he gets hurt and loses his mind?
"What do you mean 'huh'? Just punch me already! Hurry!"
Chen Yaojin swallowed hard and stammered, "I... I'm punching!" His fist landed lightly as if he were just tickling.
Li Xiaonan sighed in frustration and said, "No fighting, no food for you!"
This seemed to have some effect. Chen Yaojin bit her lip and threw a punch at Li Xiaonan's abdomen. With a loud "bang!" Mei Yingluo frowned, feeling annoyed: how could this child be so careless? Didn't she realize the boy might be hurt?
"Ouch!" Chen Yaojin sat on the ground, clutching her hand, nearly in tears from the pain.
A faint trace of True Essence Power was accurately grasped by Li Xiaonan. He quickly opened his Soul Ring and took out a Low-Grade Spirit Stone. He pouted and said, "Little Jin, your strength is too weak; I'll punish you by making you skip a meal."
"What?" Chen Yaojin's face turned sour as she felt like crying.
Li Xiaonan tossed the spirit stone to Chen Yaojin with a smile. "Alright, go buy some food and clothes."
"Okay!" Chen Yaojin cradled the spirit stone in her hands and ran toward the city.
Li Xiaonan gently stroked the sleeping Lu Nishang and whispered, "Thank you." In her dreams, Lu Nishang's lips curled into a faint smile.
Mei Yingluo sat beside Li Xiaonan and asked, "Xiao Nan, how did you end up in the Underworld?"
"Of course, I came to find my mother. When I arrived at Li Family Fortress that day, my mother was still alive but barely hanging on. By the time I healed her body, her soul was gone..."
Mei Yingluo looked up at the gray sky and smiled bitterly. "Is that so? I didn't realize I wasn't dead yet... I saw your father and your brother's souls leave their bodies, and then I followed them."
Li Xiaonan frowned slightly. "Mother, I couldn't save them... but I will definitely save you. By the way, who destroyed our Li Family Fortress? I will make sure they pay dearly for it and wipe out their entire clan!"
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