After Transmigrating into a Book as a Cannon Fodder Character, The System Turned out to be Completely Unreliable! - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Return

“This matter is settled. Now, we head to Rongguo,” said Mu Yun.

Lan Mushu asked, “We’re going there to find Rong An, right?”

“Yes.”

“We’re going to tell her that the real culprit has been killed so she can finally rest in peace.” As Mu Yun said this, he didn’t forget to pat Fu Guang on the shoulder.

Fu Guang took a deep breath.

But when they returned to Rongguo, Rong An was nowhere to be found.

“Rong An!” Fu Guang called out, but strangely, they couldn’t find her at all. That was when Lan Mushu spoke up.

“Could it be because of that palm strike from Ji Fuyu?”

The two froze. “What palm strike?”

Mu Yun stepped forward and asked directly, “You saw Rong An?”

Lan Mushu nodded. “Yes.”

“Then it’s possible. If Ji Fuyu really struck her, it’s very likely. After all, she’s the Demon King and has the ability to absorb those of her own kind.”

“If what you’re saying is true, then Rong An might have already dissipated,” said Fu Guang, her voice growing sorrowful.

Mu Yun tried to comfort her. “Ah Fu, don’t be so down. None of this is your fault.”

“Senior Brother… can you tell me now what exactly happened a hundred years ago? Why do I have no memory of Rong An?”

Fu Guang didn’t speak. She just looked at her and sighed.

“Senior Brother,” Lan Mushu called again, knowing he couldn’t avoid it.

Mu Yun stepped in. “Your senior brother probably won’t say much, but if you want to know, I can tell you everything. However, there’s one condition—we can’t tell anyone about Ye Lingxi yet. There’s something very strange about her, and we need to figure it out. Can you keep that promise?”

Lan Mushu tilted her head toward the unconscious Ye Lingxi lying on a stone. She pursed her lips. “Even if you didn’t ask, I wouldn’t have told anyone. She’s my best friend.”

“Good. Then we’re all set.” With her reassurance, Mu Yun opened his folding fan and said, “Your memory was sealed by your senior brother himself. As for why…”

He glanced at Fu Guang.

Fu Guang cleared her throat softly.

“It was because of the Hundred-Grass Spirit.”

“Hundred-Grass Spirit? What does that have to do with me?”

“Oh, it has everything to do with you.”

Lan Mushu looked at Fu Guang in confusion. He nodded back at her.

“Why is the Hundred-Grass Spirit related to me?” Lan Mushu had thought of countless possibilities, but none of them made sense. “Even if it is related, why did you leave? Why seal my memory?”

Fu Guang sighed. “Because the entire Hundred-Grass Spirit resides in you.”

“In me?” Lan Mushu was utterly shocked. “How is that possible? Wouldn’t I have felt something if it were in me?”

“A hundred years ago, when you came out of seclusion and learned that I wanted to use the Hundred-Spirit Herbs to save the people of Rongguo, you disagreed with using all of them. Then something changed in your body, and you absorbed all of the Hundred-Grass Spirit.”

“I absorbed it? How could I have absorbed so much? Senior Brother, are you joking with me?”

“No, your senior brother never jokes. Don’t you wonder why you never get sick, and your spiritual power is far stronger than ours?”

“Why?”

“Because you were born of nature itself—you are the Daughter of Nature,” Mu Yun revealed the secret.

Lan Mushu turned to Fu Guang. “I thought we were siblings?”

“No,” Fu Guang said, “Mushu, we’re not actually related. I picked you up.”

“You picked me up?”

“Yes.”

“During the great war a thousand years ago, all the trees had been destroyed, but I heard a baby crying. As soon as I picked you up, the trees around us began to revive.”

“Is that true?” Lan Mushu asked.

“It is. You are the Daughter of Nature, born from nature itself.”

“If I absorbed the Hundred-Grass Spirit, then doesn’t that mean…”

“You are the Hundred-Grass Spirit. No need for cultivation—you can naturally dispel any poison.”

Lan Mushu stared at her hands. “If I’m the Hundred-Grass Spirit, then why did you still seal my memory?”

“Because I was afraid others would discover your secret. And I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to bear it. So I sealed your memory.”

“Fine, but why did you leave?” Lan Mushu’s voice wavered with emotion. “Leaving me all alone—what did that count for? Everyone told me you had died, that you’d used up all your spiritual power and turned into a mortal old man and passed away.”

“I asked them to say that.”

Lan Mushu wiped away tears. “Senior Brother, you’re so cruel. You left me behind.”

Fu Guang gently pulled her into an embrace and patted her back. “Mushu, don’t cry. I won’t leave again. It’s all over now—I’ll stay.”

Lan Mushu mumbled, “Mm…”

“You better mean it,” Mu Yun popped in playfully. “Ah Fu, you better not make me look for you everywhere again. Do you know how hard it was to find you?”

Fu Guang pushed his face away. “Even when I was still in the sect, you always ran off.”

Mu Yun looked guilty. “Did I?”

“You did.”

“Then next time I’ll take you with me on my travels.”

“Even in my current state, you still want to cling to me?”

“Of course. No matter what state you’re in—I like you all the same.” Mu Yun’s shameless affection made both Fu Guang and Lan Mushu get goosebumps.

“Senior Brother, stop being so gross,” Lan Mushu muttered with disgust.

Mu Yun wasn’t fazed. “Your senior brother is my precious heart.”

Lan Mushu: “…”

“By the way, Senior Brother, why are you and the Lotus Pavilion’s master considered brothers?”

“We used to be. Not anymore.”

Lan Mushu: “…”

“Let’s not talk about the past anymore. What matters now is finding Ji Fuyu and bringing Mingyue High God back.” His eyes landed on Ye Lingxi.

Fu Guang agreed. “There must be a reason why Mingyue High God chose her as her reincarnation. She and Ji Fuyu seem to have a complicated relationship.”

“Why are you two looking at me like that? How would I know anything about their past?” Lan Mushu suddenly felt uncomfortable under their gazes.

Mu Yun said, “Alright, let’s go back. Things here have returned to normal, and Rong An will surely know.”

Lan Mushu nodded. “Senior Brother.”

“Yes?”

“Before we left, Rong An asked me to tell you that she apologizes.”

Fu Guang paused, stunned. “No, the one who should apologize is me.”

Lan Mushu said, “If I hadn’t absorbed the Hundred-Grass Spirit back then, maybe the disaster could’ve been avoided.”

“But I couldn’t sacrifice your bl00d. You were innocent.”

Lan Mushu smiled softly. “Senior Brother, you know… I, Lan Mushu, am not afraid of pain.”

Fu Guang was shaken. “Mushu…”

“Back then, you could’ve used my bl00d. I think saving an entire nation would’ve been worth it.”

“But I couldn’t bear to do it.” From the moment Fu Guang found her, he had treated her like his own sister. At that time, there had been one last chance—using the Five-Colored Crystal.

“One last question—why did you have the Five-Colored Crystal?”

“Rong An gave it to me.”

“Rong An? But why isn’t there any memory of her giving it to you?”

Fu Guang replied, “There is. She gave it to me at the very beginning.”

“At the beginning?” Lan Mushu suddenly recalled—it was that pouch of various colored crystals. “Didn’t she give you several crystals of different colors?”

“Yes, and they were always kept together—that’s how they became the Five-Colored Crystal.”

“So that’s it.” Lan Mushu suddenly understood. “But why didn’t you use it?”

“By the time they merged, and I realized it had become the Five-Colored Crystal, Rongguo was already beyond saving. I couldn’t face Rong An, so I wandered the world seeking revenge against Lian Qi.”

Fu Guang touched Lan Mushu’s head gently. “Mushu, let’s not talk about the past anymore, alright? Those memories only bring pain. Let’s move forward.”

Lan Mushu nodded. “Okay.”

Mu Yun interrupted, “Alright, you two. We should go. Who knows if your senior sister can still hold on?”

“Got it.”

They returned to Longmai Mountain.

Bai Luotang was still chained, completely subdued by Yu’er.

“Master, aren’t you tired of keeping me locked up like this?” Yu’er said, watching Mo Huaishu, who was quietly writing.

Mo Huaishu ignored her, continuing to write with a brush.

Yu’er teased from the bed, “Master, Master~”

Each call was soft and sweet, but Mo Huaishu remained unmoved.

Until Yu’er’s next move shattered her composure—“Master…” She reached out and gently brushed her fingers along Mo Huaishu’s arm, tracing slowly and teasingly. The electric sensation made Mo Huaishu’s brush freeze mid-stroke.

She glared at her.

But Yu’er had no intention of stopping.

Mo Huaishu slammed her down onto the bed, gripping her throat. “Behave yourself!”

“Master, if you keep tying me up like this, how could I possibly behave?” Yu’er purred, still toying with a strand of Mo Huaishu’s hair.

Mo Huaishu forced herself to calm down and walked off to the bathing pool.

Yu’er bit her lip and followed.

The chains on her limbs weren’t ordinary—they were crafted from Mo Huaishu’s spiritual energy. If she went more than thirty meters away, the chains would shock her unconscious.

Even so, using Bai Luotang’s body, Yu’er kept seducing her. As soon as Mo Huaishu entered the bath, she followed with the sound of chains clinking behind her.

“Master~”