Chapter 811 - May I ask about your mothers surname? (1/2)

Chapter 811: May I ask about your mother’s surname?

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

“I stuffed you inside the body of that big ginseng. I’m talking about that ginseng spirit I was dragging along earlier,” Venerable White explained.

“…” Demon Venerable Lushan Street was speechless. Was Senior White talking about—that—pitiful ginseng? Now, he was unexpectedly inside its body? How did it even happen?

“Anyway, are you willing to reply to my question now? Where is the core of this fragment of the Heavenly City? Earlier, I looked all around and searched several places that looked important, but I still couldn’t find the core,” Venerable White said.

“I absolutely won’t reply to your questions,” Demon Venerable Lushan Street said coldly. Even if I don’t reply, what can you do to me?

Venerable White didn’t get angry, but laughed instead. “Do you want to continue living? The reason we cultivators go through the trouble of practicing day and night and bear the suffering of the heavenly tribulation… isn’t it all to achieve immortality? Especially someone like you, who has experienced firsthand what death looks like… don’t you want to continue living more than anything else?”

“…” Demon Venerable Lushan Street.

This question really hit the nail on the head. Did he want to continue living?

Of course he wanted!

Every cultivator that didn’t have a screw loose would want to keep living!

However… there were several types of ‘continue living’.

For example, obtaining a few additional years of life—or a decade—and then dying also fell under ‘continue living’.

Becoming something akin to a living corpse and keep living on dishonorably also fell under ‘continue living’.

Having one’s soul refined and turned into a wicked magical treasure also fell under ‘continue living’.

Lushan Street didn’t want any of these.

“I want to continue living.” Demon Venerable Lushan Street clenched his teeth, and said, “But—”

Before Demon Venerable Lushan Street could finish speaking, Venerable White had already taken a small teapot out of his pocket.

It was a palm-sized teapot made of gold, and the style was closer to Western ones rather than anything oriental.

“I was waiting for you to say this sentence!” Venerable White said happily.

“???” Demon Venerable Lushan Street was confused. At the same time, he felt his ginseng root stiffening. It was the same as the hair of a human standing on end… it meant that something bad was about to happen!

However, Venerable White made his move at lightning speed. He stretched out his hand and grabbed that ‘tail’ hanging from the mouth of the ginseng spirit, pulling it out! Just in this fas.h.i.+on, the small tail and the spirit-binding ice bead attached to it were pulled out of the body of the ginseng.

“Ugh~” Demon Venerable Lushan Street called out in grief. Soon after, his consciousness blacked out.

When the spirit-binding ice bead was pulled out, Demon Venerable Lushan Street lost control over the body of the ginseng spirit and his consciousness returned back into the small ice bead.

Venerable White happily opened the small teapot and stuffed the spirit-binding ice bead into it, covering the teapot with the lid immediately after.

“Ding~”

A large number of runes that were engraved on the mysterious little teapot and its lid suddenly lit up. Soon after, the lid fused with the body of the teapot, becoming one with it.

“Contract established.” A very simple message was issued from the mysterious teapot. The language the teapot used to issue the notification wasn’t Mandarin. However, there was gentle mental energy concealed within the sound that translated the message for all those hearing it. As such, Song Shuhang and Su Clan’s Sixteen were able to understand the meaning of the words even though they had no idea to which country that language belonged.

Contract established? Does that mean that Senior White went through all this trouble because he wanted to establish a contract between this small teapot and the soul of that Seventh Stage Venerable of the Limitless Demon Sect?

Song Shuhang suspected that that other Venerable trapped inside the body of the ginseng had fulfilled the conditions of the contract when he said out loud the words ‘I want to continue living’.

From the looks of it, it was a magical treasure similar to the one the Golden Horned King from Journey to the West possessed… if one replied according to a certain pattern, they would be sucked inside the gourd—or teapot, in this case.

Just what kind of treasure was this small teapot?

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“Ahaha, after so many years, I’ve finally found for you a soul of the Seventh Stage rank or above to act as the teapot spirit. Are you satisfied?” Venerable White said with a smile while holding the small teapot.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz~” The small teapot issued a happy cry. The teapot itself was unable to speak. That ‘contract established’ sentence from earlier was probably part of a pre-prepared set of lines that would be automatically played when certain conditions were fulfilled, and it wasn’t the teapot speaking.

“It was a success,” Venerable White said, very satisfied.

But right at this time, that pitiful ginseng regained consciousness again. It slowly opened its eyes and was really scared. Earlier, it had a nightmare where it had lost control over its body, and even its soul had been suppressed by some external force.

It was unable to control its body according to its will, and it couldn’t even open its mouth to send out its voice. Its soul had been banished to one corner of its body, capable only of helplessly mourning.

Luckily, it was nothing but a dream. When it opened its eyes just now, it could control its body just fine, and there was no scary external force vying against it for the control of its body.

It was great that it was nothing but a nightmare!

Right, the fact that it had been kidnapped by that pretty and delicate celestial being… was that also part of the nightmare?

The ginseng expectantly looked all around after opening its eyes.

In the next moment, it saw that Venerable White was standing next to it while holding a strange teapot in his hand, looking very happy.

s.h.i.+et, it wasn’t a nightmare!