After Transmigrating into a Book as a Cannon Fodder Character, The System Turned out to be Completely Unreliable! - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: “How Dare You Lay a Hand on Someone Under This King!?”

Grandpa Lan paused for a moment and said, “Fu Guang? You mean the former Sect Master of Baicao Sect, Immortal Fu Guang?”

“Yes! You know him?” Lan Mushu grew increasingly emotional, stepping closer to him.

Grandpa Lan suddenly shrank back behind Ye Lingxi. “I’ve only heard about him.”

“How do you know so much? You not only know about Baicao Sect outside, but also Rong Kingdom, and even Lotus Town!”
Every question was like pressing him further—Are you really her senior brother, Fu Guang!?

Just as Lan Mushu’s tears were about to fall, someone entered the room.

Grandpa Lan quickly said, “Not good! Hurry, inject your spiritual energy into this stone!” As he spoke, he took out a five-colored crystal from his bony palm.

“Don’t just stand there! Hurry up! It’ll be too late otherwise!”

The three immediately nodded and poured their spiritual energy into the five-colored crystal. In an instant, they were transported elsewhere.

“Where are we?” the group looked around, and Ye Lingxi asked.

Grandpa Lan answered, “It’s a random teleportation—I don’t know either.”

Ye Lingxi: “…”

As she turned her head, she suddenly spotted a flute floating mid-air, wrapped in a beam of white light. She slowly approached and asked, “What is that?” pointing at it.

Everyone looked over. Lan Mushu was the first to speak, “That’s my senior brother’s weapon.”

“What?!”

Grandpa Lan stroked his beard silently.

“If that’s Immortal Fu Guang’s weapon, why is it here?”

Lan Mushu shook her head. “I don’t know.” Her face showed worry, and unease stirred in her heart.

“If it really is your senior brother’s weapon, then we can take it back and ask the sword spirit.”

Lan Mushu agreed and stretched out her hand, using her spiritual power to draw the flute toward her. The flute flew into her hand. She gazed at it and tried to summon the sword spirit—but there was no sign of spiritual energy at all.

“I… I can’t feel the presence of the sword spirit.” Lan Mushu’s chest felt suffocating.

Ye Lingxi didn’t believe it, so she took the flute and tried it herself. Sure enough, just as Lan Mushu said—there wasn’t the slightest trace of spiritual power.

“Why is it like this?”

“Perhaps… the weapon has already been ruined,” said Jing, still disguised as Ji Fuyu, stepping forward to examine it.

Lan Mushu refused to believe it and clutched the flute tightly. “There’s no way senior brother would be gone.” Her voice choked with sobs.

Ye Lingxi walked over to comfort her, gently patting her back.

Grandpa Lan watched all this silently, but couldn’t say anything helpful.

“This was made from ivory—it contains all of senior brother’s spiritual energy. There’s no way it’s just… gone.” Lan Mushu couldn’t accept reality anymore. She fell to her knees, hugging the flute, crying.

Ye Lingxi and the others couldn’t pull her up. She glared at Grandpa Lan, who was calmly stroking his beard, and wanted to kick him. “At a time like this, you’re still stroking your smelly beard!”

Grandpa Lan easily dodged her kick. “Girl, you’re far too irritable. That’ll scare off anyone who likes you.”

Ye Lingxi: “…”

Like you, my ass.

“Now of all times! You still have the nerve to joke around?” Ye Lingxi snapped.

Grandpa Lan looked at the crying Lan Mushu and said, “You were the ones who insisted on taking that thing down. Now you’re crying and blaming me?”

His face said, What’s that got to do with me?

“Don’t forget, we helped you escape from that prison.”

Grandpa Lan let out a casual “Oh,” and said, “Without my help, you probably wouldn’t have gotten out either.”

Ye Lingxi: “…”

Don’t you dare try moral coercion on me!

“Mushu, stop crying. Maybe it’s just the weapon that’s here—he himself could still be fine. No one said he’s dead.” Ye Lingxi circled back and tried comforting her again.

Lan Mushu seemed moved by her words and stopped crying, glancing at Ye Lingxi. Her eyes were swollen red.

Seeing it was working, Ye Lingxi helped her up. “We have to believe that Immortal Fu Guang is still alive.”

Lan Mushu stood up and nodded. “You’re right. Senior brother can’t be dead. He must still be alive.” She gently caressed the ivory-white flute.

Senior brother, I will find you.

Grandpa Lan saw her regaining her spirit and nodded approvingly while stroking his beard.

Ye Lingxi smiled and changed the subject. “Let’s hurry and get out of here.”

“Mm.” Lan Mushu nodded.

Ye Lingxi turned to look at Jing and Grandpa Lan and shouted to them, “You two, hurry up too!”

If they didn’t move quickly, who knew what kind of prison they’d get locked in next?

Back in the prison, the maid who entered saw that the cells were empty and that a hole had been smashed between two adjacent cells—the people had all vanished.

She shouted, “Not good! Someone has escaped!”

The news quickly spread throughout Lotus Pavilion. Everyone who heard rushed over to assist, and a full-scale search of every corner of the pavilion began.

Even Lian Qi was alerted. Mu Yun followed behind him, calling, “Lian Qi, wait for me!”

Lian Qi personally confirmed the old man was gone and was visibly shaken. “You must bring that man back to me!”

Mu Yun, sensing his fury, bowed low. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“The Five-Colored Crystal Stone—it will be mine!”

Meanwhile, the group of four on the run had already realized they’d been discovered.

As they turned a corner, they heard the sound of guards approaching. Ye Lingxi signaled the others to crouch down and peeked out with one eye, catching a glimpse of the guards’ shadows before pulling back.

“Hurry! Hurry! Search over there!”

Ye Lingxi bit her lip. Lan Mushu leaned in and asked, “How is it?”

Ye Lingxi held out her arm protectively and shook her head—they couldn’t move yet.

Everyone was tense. They weren’t afraid of fighting—what they feared was getting caught again without spiritual power. If that happened, they’d be helpless.

“Girl, what do we do now?” Grandpa Lan asked.

Ye Lingxi glanced at him, frowning. “We’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

It wasn’t a good time to leave. Even her spiritual power felt blocked. She opened her palm and tried to release it—but couldn’t summon anything.

There was a formation here.

They had completely deviated from the main plot now. This was all hidden side story—and it was a mess.

“How about I go distract them?” Ye Lingxi said, then got up to run—but Lan Mushu pulled her back.

“No! It’s too dangerous! I won’t allow it!”

Ye Lingxi: “…”

I appreciate the concern, but if I go, I can escape too. I won’t die anyway.

“Don’t worry. Even if I get hurt, I have the Hundred-Spirit Herb. I’ll revive.” Ye Lingxi reassured her and dashed out. Lan Mushu couldn’t stop her.

“Xiao Xi!”

“Hey hey hey! I’m over here!”

Grandpa Lan tugged on Lan Mushu’s sleeve. “Did she just say she still has the Hundred-Spirit Herb? Is that true?”

“Yes.”

“But didn’t you all say there’s no more Hundred-Spirit Herb?”

“Yes, that’s what we said. But the one she has is the one you gave her.”

“Me?” Grandpa Lan frowned and pointed at himself. “When did I ever give her anything?”

“I’ve been saying all along that the Hundred-Spirit Herb came from you—and you said it didn’t.”

“Because it didn’t.”

Both of them were dizzy with confusion.

“I have to find a way to shake them off!” Ye Lingxi increased her speed, quickly widening the gap. When she thought she’d successfully lost them and was about to escape—

Mu Yun and Lian Qi appeared before her.

“Damn!” Ye Lingxi’s hand went to her broken sword.

Mu Yun raised a talisman and sneered. “Where are the others? Why are you alone?”

Ye Lingxi tried to bluff. “We got separated.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Lian Qi clearly didn’t believe her.

Mu Yun got the message and flung the talisman at her. Ye Lingxi drew her broken sword to block the attack.

Mu Yun grinned wickedly. “Not bad! Let’s see how you handle this one!” She attacked with both hands.

Ye Lingxi ran and dodged, but the talismans were too fast—she couldn’t keep up. One of them hit her leg, and she fell. When she tried to stand, her leg felt like it weighed a thousand pounds—she couldn’t get up.

“You were hit by my Thousand-Pound Talisman. No matter what, you won’t be able to stand—unless you chop off your leg.”

Ye Lingxi’s eyes went wide with fear. She glanced back—the talisman was still stuck to her leg. Mu Yun pressed her fingers down, intending to break the limb.

“Speak! Where are the others?!”

Ye Lingxi gritted her teeth. “I don’t know!” She answered with defiance, which only fueled their anger.

“Kill her,” Lian Qi said coldly, turning to leave.

Mu Yun’s expression twisted. “Gladly, Your Majesty.” She stepped closer.

Ye Lingxi shut her eyes—ready to start over.

“Die!”

Supporting herself with both hands on the ground, she suddenly heard Mu Yun scream, “Ah—!”

She opened her eyes and saw that Mu Yun’s hand had been chopped off—bl00d pouring everywhere.

Not far away, the red-robed, silver-haired child stood with Ye Lingxi’s broken sword in hand. Her silver earrings fluttered in the wind, catching the sunlight. Her eyes were sharp with murderous intent.

Ye Lingxi stared at the black broken sword in her hand—bl00d dripping from the blade. Across from her, Mu Yun screamed in terror, clutching her severed arm.

“Aah! My hand! My hand!”

“How dare you lay a hand on someone under this king!?”

Lian Qi tilted his head in that instant, but Ji Fuyu suddenly flashed in front of him. He reacted fast, leaning back just in time to dodge.

Ji Fuyu attacked repeatedly—Lian Qi dodged again and again!