Pregnant with the Immortal Venerable's Child After Divorce - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Find someone talkative and sweet-tongued to coax me every day…

Wen Sucheng naturally considered the possibility of collisions when building this flying boat.

The flying boat came with an obstacle avoidance function, but there were so many things in the sky that it couldn’t always completely avoid them. Generally, hitting a small object wouldn’t make any noise.

But now, the entire flying boat was shaking and making such a loud noise, indicating that the object it hit was not small.

This was a warning to the people on the flying boat.

Sure enough, Yan Zhu opened his eyes shortly after the noise, and was met with a pair of golden cat eyes.

Yan Zhu reached out and stroked its head, his voice slightly hoarse from just waking up: “Something happened?”

As he spoke, he sat up and stretched, then walked out. He happened to see Qi Ranyin rushing downstairs and called out to him: “What’s the hurry?”

“Of course I’m in a hurry.” Qi Ranyin frowned, “That noise means we probably hit something big. The flying boat shouldn’t have failed to avoid something that size, which means the other side actively collided with us. If it’s a demonic beast, we’re in trouble.”

Yan Zhu, however, remained unconcerned. He walked over leisurely, holding A’Fu, and patted his shoulder, saying, “This was given to me by Senior Brother.”

Wen Sucheng’s name was synonymous with strength for many people, and Qi Ranyin was no exception. Hearing Yan Zhu’s words, he calmed down a little and walked out with Yan Zhu.

As soon as they stepped out, what caught their eyes was a floating island.

The island was huge, many times larger than Fenxue Peak, where Yan Zhu lived. It was like a giant beast in the sky, and their small boat was a small shrimp in front of it.

Yan Zhu stood at the bow and looked out, unable to even see the edge of the floating island. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “It’s really big. An island this big must belong to a major sect, right?”

He was about to turn his head to discuss it with Qi Ranyin when he saw that Qi Ranyin looked a little nervous, and A’Fu had already transformed into his human form, his hand resting on the sword at his waist, his back slightly bowed, looking vigilant.

Yan Zhu was puzzled: “What’s wrong?”

“There shouldn’t be any sects nearby,” Qi Ranyin explained. “There is always resource competition between sects. Generally, small sects won’t build near major sects. After all, they can’t win the fight and can only bow to others. It’s better to go to a slightly barren but non-competitive place. This place is just outside the territory of the Mingxin Sect. If there were any sect here, it would be an affiliated one. Wouldn’t they be afraid of being reported to the Mingxin Sect for recklessly blocking flying boats?”

Yan Zhu had never traveled alone and didn’t know about these things. He said “Oh” vaguely: “Isn’t it better if there’s no sect? Why are you nervous?”

“There’s a barrier,” A’Fu explained, “There’s demonic energy inside the barrier.”

Yan Zhu was stunned. He closed his eyes and released his spiritual sense to probe, and indeed detected a bit of demonic energy. He was a little surprised: “Your noses are sharp.”

Qi Ranyin was amused by his fearless and relaxed demeanor.

His cultivation was much higher than Yan Zhu’s, so he was naturally more sensitive. Although A’Fu was not as good as him, the five senses of the demon race were inherently more acute than human cultivators, so it was not surprising that he noticed it.

“Should we go take a look?” Yan Zhu asked, “I don’t feel any danger inside.”

Qi Ranyin glanced at him: “Your intuition?”

Yan Zhu nodded: “There’s a forbidden area on Fenxue Peak that’s also full of demonic energy. I use it to grow spiritual plants from the Demon Realm. This island feels very similar to that place.”

A’Fu nodded upon hearing this: “Then let’s go take a look.”

Qi Ranyin was immediately speechless and quickly tried to stop them: “Go? Go where? It’s fine for Xiao Zhu to be foolish since he hasn’t traveled outside, but are you the same as him? No!”

Yan Zhu looked at Qi Ranyin in confusion.

Qi Ranyin had to explain: “The flying boat didn’t avoid something this big. Either the floating island actively collided, or the island’s aura was hidden so the flying boat couldn’t detect it, and there’s a barrier covering it to prevent the demonic energy from leaking out. Either way, it’s clearly intentional. There might be some trap on the island. We should report it to the Mingxin Sect first and let them send people to deal with it.”

Yan Zhu frowned: “I don’t want to look for Senior Brother. You contact him yourself.”

Qi Ranyin’s head hurt: “Is this the time to be saying that?”

Yan Zhu lowered his head, nervously scratching his hands, his voice much quieter: “But there’s no danger.”

Qi Ranyin still wanted to scold him for not knowing the dangers of the world, but A’Fu, standing beside him, also spoke: “Just bring more artifacts. This place is not far from the Mingxin Sect. If we encounter danger, it will only take a moment for Senior Martial Uncle to arrive.”

Qi Ranyin stopped talking.

Because he also thought it made some sense, but he was still a little hesitant.

Seeing this, Yan Zhu immediately leaned over and hooked his arm, looking at him with watery, pitiful peach blossom eyes.

He didn’t say a word, but he had already broken through Qi Ranyin’s defenses. He nodded, headache-ridden: “You can go, but once we’re up there, you have to listen to me completely. Leave immediately if there’s any danger.”

Yan Zhu cheered and immediately started taking out artifacts from his Qiankun ring: defensive ones, offensive ones, ones that reflected damage, ones that purified demonic energy, and even a teleportation artifact prepared for escape.

“This will take us back to Fenxue Peak, so don’t worry,” Yan Zhu reassured him a few times, then pulled him onto the floating island.

The barrier, like a shield, didn’t stop them, as if its only purpose was to block the demonic energy.

After easily passing through the barrier, Qi Ranyin sighed in relief, but before he could put his heart down, he was choked by the demonic energy on the island, covering his mouth and nose and coughing heavily.

Yan Zhu immediately hung a piece of jade for purifying demonic energy on his waist, shaking his head: “Why are you so fragile?”

Qi Ranyin glared at him upon hearing this: “I’ve never been to the Demon Realm. Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

Yan Zhu shook his head: “It’s alright. Just the initial feeling when we entered was uncomfortable.”

A’Fu also said, “I occasionally help Master water the plants.”

Qi Ranyin hadn’t expected to be the first one among the three to have trouble. He was speechless for a moment, supporting himself on Yan Zhu’s shoulder and panting for a long time before recovering. Then he observed the surroundings.

Spiritual energy is white, and demonic energy is black, but it’s not visible to the naked eye until it reaches a certain concentration. But this floating island now looked as if it were covered with a thick black veil.

Qi Ranyin raised his hand and waved it, and saw that the demonic energy was stirred up by his movement, leaving traces, which showed how dense the demonic energy was.

This environment made it very easy for demonic creatures to breed.

Qi Ranyin took out a folding fan from his embrace—that was his life-bound artifact.

Compared to his nervousness, Yan Zhu seemed very relaxed, even crouching down to pull up a blade of grass next to him to show Qi Ranyin: “It’s a Running Gu Grass.”

Qi Ranyin glanced at the object in his hand. The plant was only palm-sized, with small white flowers, looking like the common wild flowers seen everywhere in the cultivation world, not something that would grow in the Demon Realm.

Hearing his evaluation of the flower, Yan Zhu asked curiously, “What do you think a flower grown in the Demon Realm should look like?”

Qi Ranyin looked around, twisting his neck. Finally, his gaze fell on a spot not far away, where a patch of knee-high plants grew. They had no leaves, and large clusters of black flowers grew on the bare branches. The flowers were not normal flowers either; they were withered, as if they had been scorched by fire.

“This is the Seven Ghost Flower.” Yan Zhu walked over and also pulled up a cluster to show Qi Ranyin, “Running Gu Grass is used to make Gu, it’s very versatile, good for everything. Seven Ghost Flower can be used to make wound medicine. The Heavenly-grade Seven Ghost Flower makes excellent pills. They can quickly heal any non-fatal injury, oh!”

Qi Ranyin choked: “It looks like this, and it’s called that name, and it makes wound medicine?”

“It’s called the Seven Ghost Flower because it only grows in the Seven Ghost City of the Demon Realm,” Yan Zhu said while harvesting the flowers into his Qiankun ring. “I tried planting it before. Although it survived, I could only grow Yellow-grade ones.”

The grade of rare treasures is mostly divided into Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Qi Ranyin knew that Yan Zhu was very skilled at tending flowers and herbs. For the same plant, the grade he could grow was higher than others, and even for the same grade, the quality would be slightly better. If he couldn’t grow good ones, it meant it was indeed very difficult.

Qi Ranyin was still alert, but Yan Zhu was already like he had arrived at a paradise, crouching on the ground and relentlessly throwing spiritual herbs into his Qiankun ring. A’Fu was also helping him pull them out next to him.

He must have helped often because his technique was very skillful. He stuck a small shovel into the ground and pried out a plant, doing it quickly while carefully avoiding damaging the roots.

Qi Ranyin was not good at these things, so he simply acted as a guard, releasing his spiritual sense.

But the island was eerily quiet. He couldn’t find a single trace of life within the range of his spiritual sense, only many plants he hadn’t seen or had seen but didn’t recognize.

There was indeed no danger here; it was even a treasure trove for Yan Zhu.

Qi Ranyin breathed a sigh of relief, explained the situation to Yan Zhu, and said, “I’ll go check the vicinity. Be careful, both of you. Run immediately if anything happens.”

Yan Zhu agreed, and Qi Ranyin left the floating island, preparing to check the surroundings.

Yan Zhu, on the other hand, was digging up grass everywhere like a bandit, looking like he was going to empty the island.

A’Fu followed behind and said, “Master, why don’t you claim this island?”

There were many such ownerless floating islands in the cultivation world, either permanently still or drifting around. The former were usually huge, suitable for establishing sects, and the latter were generally smaller. As long as they didn’t harm people, no one usually bothered with them, just like no one would specifically go and clear the stones on the roadside.

“Floating islands this large and that drift are rare,” A’Fu explained. “This demonic energy serves as a natural barrier, so you don’t have to worry about people stealing.”

“But controlling an island is very troublesome,” Yan Zhu said. “Especially a floating island like this. You either control it with spiritual power or stabilize it with a formation, both are a hassle.”

A’Fu, however, pointed to the Qiankun ring on his hand and said, “Senior Martial Uncle has an artifact that can collect this kind of floating island. It’s in a red box with an island pattern on the surface.”

Yan Zhu was stunned and looked at him suspiciously: “How do you know?”

A’Fu explained without changing his expression: “I heard Senior Martial Uncle mention it. He was worried that you wouldn’t have a place to grow things in the future and might need to find a new island.”

Yan Zhu then started searching his Qiankun ring.

His ring and Wen Sucheng’s were a matching pair, bound by the Dao Companion contract. Although they had separate spaces, they could directly access each other’s things.

His Qiankun ring was a mess, containing artifacts, some daily necessities, and a pile of useless cute trinkets. But Wen Sucheng’s was very neatly organized, with everything categorized and easy to find.

Yan Zhu looked inside and finally found what A’Fu mentioned in a corner. He took it out and showed it to him: “This one?”

A’Fu nodded, took out two artifacts from inside—one resembling a compass and the other a giant luminous pearl.

He skillfully activated the compass and placed it on the ground, and a straight line slowly extended from the edge of the floating island.

A’Fu explained: “This compass can measure the size of the island and find the center point. Bury this pearl in the center, and a formation will automatically unfold over the island.”

Yan Zhu looked at him, speaking so eloquently, and eyed him suspiciously: “You’re very familiar with this.”

A’Fu said “Mmm” without changing his expression: “I heard Senior Martial Uncle talk about it.”

Yan Zhu found it even stranger: “He talks quite a lot when he’s with you.”

A’Fu fell silent.

But Yan Zhu was already frowning, disgruntled: “Then why is he like a mute when he’s with me?”

A’Fu was speechless.

Wasn’t he supposed to be helping Yan Zhu with this matter? How did he unexpectedly get himself into a life-threatening question?

Seeing Yan Zhu looking annoyed, A’Fu lowered his body, turned into a cat, walked to Yan Zhu’s leg, rubbed against his clothes, and let out a soft, somewhat aggrieved “Meow.”

Yan Zhu’s heart immediately softened. He bent down, picked up the little cat, and stroked his head: “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t take it out on you. When we go back… wait, we’ve already divorced. He can talk to whoever he wants, and I can go find someone else too—find someone talkative and sweet-tongued to coax me every day!”

Hearing this, Wen Sucheng, far away in the Mingxin Sect, trembled, and the scroll in his hand was torn into a large gap.

He raised his hand and rubbed his ear. A’Fu’s fine pupils in his golden eyes slowly relaxed, becoming round. He looked at Yan Zhu plaintively, letting out a somewhat wronged “Meow”: “Do you really have to find someone?”