novelraw Chapter 370: Is This a Bowl of Blood? No, Its a Basin of Blood!
Chapter 370: Is This a Bowl of Blood? No, Its a Basin of Blood!
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Lan Zi Yu clung to Fang Cheng Lang’s leg, desperation and anguish in his voice. “Eldest Senior Brother, we’ve known each other for years. I’ve always treated you like my own brother! Are you really going to let me die?”
Fang Cheng Lang looked down at the hands tightly gripping his leg, his mind flashing back to the time when Lan Zi Yu first joined the sect.
Lan Zi Yu had been less than seven years old when he entered the sect. Though clearly terrified, he had tried to put on a brave face and act like an adult. Back then, Fang Cheng Lang was only a few years older.
After Qing Yan took Lan Zi Yu in, he showed no concern for his disciple, leaving Fang Cheng Lang to take on the responsibilities of a senior brother, raising and caring for Lan Zi Yu.
For a long time, the two were inseparable, sharing meals and routines.
But later…
“Eldest Senior Brother! Please, just help me one last time!” Lan Zi Yu pleaded bitterly.
Fang Cheng Lang’s expression flickered with conflict. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help Lan Zi Yu; he simply couldn’t face Yu Zhao to ask for medicine. They had yet to repay their previous debts to Yu Zhao—how could they ask for more?
“Zi Yu, I won’t let you die,” Fang Cheng Lang said ambiguously.Lan Zi Yu thought Fang Cheng Lang had been swayed by his words and was overjoyed. “I knew you wouldn’t abandon me, Eldest Senior Brother!”
“Rest well and wait for my news.”
“Yes, yes!” Lan Zi Yu eagerly agreed.
After helping Lan Zi Yu back to bed, Fang Cheng Lang left. Once he exited Lan Zi Yu’s cave, the composed mask he wore shattered.
He frowned deeply, deliberating for a long time before abandoning his plan to visit the main peak. Instead, he decided to seek Cui Jue.
He found Cui Jue in the Medicine Garden, where he had been staying recently to tend to the herbs, neglecting his cultivation. When Fang Cheng Lang arrived, Cui Jue was bent over, carefully pruning a spiritual plant with the same focus he had when refining pills.
“Ah Jue.”
Cui Jue didn’t even glance up. He finished trimming the last unnecessary leaf before nodding faintly at Fang Cheng Lang.
“Ye Cong Xin isn’t dead.”
Cui Jue’s hands trembled. He applied too much force, reducing the pruning shears to a lump of scrap metal.
“Lan Zi Yu has been bewitched by her. His fortune is draining fast, and he’s already showing signs of a terminal condition.”
Cui Jue curled his lips into a mocking smile. He had long expected Lan Zi Yu to meet such a fate. One reaps what one sows.
“Ah Jue, I know you’re angry at him, but Ye Cong Xin is our real enemy! She faked her death and is likely still out there, causing havoc. We can’t let her roam free anymore!”
Hearing this, Cui Jue immediately understood Fang Cheng Lang’s intention. He tossed aside the twisted iron and said coldly, “I’ll go with you.”
As long as Ye Cong Xin lived, he couldn’t face Xiao Zhao.
“Good. Prepare yourself. We leave in one hour.”
“Bring Su Ming along,” Cui Jue suggested. “He has good luck. With him, we’ll have an easier time finding Ye Cong Xin.”
Fang Cheng Lang agreed and left to find Su Ming.
Su Ming wasn’t in his cave either. Fang Cheng Lang found him at a small tavern in Five Elements Market, drunkenly slumped over a table.
Seeing Fang Cheng Lang, Su Ming blinked bleary eyes and waved enthusiastically. “Eldest Senior Brother, come, sit! You’re in for a treat today. This wine took the innkeeper fifty years to brew. I had to beg him for an entire jar!”
“Come with me.”
Fang Cheng Lang grabbed Su Ming’s collar and dragged him out.
Still clutching the wine jar and the table, Su Ming protested, “I’m not going! I want to drink!”
But Fang Cheng Lang’s determination was unshakable. As he dragged Su Ming along, the table and everything on it clattered to the ground.
“I’ll cover the damages,” Fang Cheng Lang said, tossing a top-grade spirit stone to the innkeeper before hauling Su Ming, table and all, away.
The innkeeper beamed, clutching the stone. “Come back anytime!”
By the time they reached Lone Moon Peak, Su Ming had sobered up somewhat. He muttered unhappily, “Eldest Senior Brother, I didn’t do anything to deserve this. Why are you tormenting me?”
“Ye Cong Xin isn’t dead. Sober up. We leave in half an hour to root her out!”
Su Ming stiffened, panic flashing across his face. He scrambled upright. “She’s… not dead? Impossible! I saw her die with my own eyes! Her blood even splattered on my face! She can’t still be alive!”
“She’s an evil spirit.”
Su Ming was struck dumb.
“Hurry. We leave immediately!”
“Yes!” Su Ming trusted Fang Cheng Lang implicitly. If he said Ye Cong Xin lived, then it was true. They couldn’t let the events of the past repeat. He hastily prepared to leave.
For once, the three brothers were of one mind. At the appointed time, they hurried out of the sect.
…
“What’s the meaning of this?” Quan Ye’s face darkened as he stared at the massive wooden basin before him.
She Jun stroked his beard, his lips curving into a smirk. “The same old rules.”
Quan Ye’s temper snapped. He flung the basin aside, his voice a low growl. “You’ve gone too far! You’re the ones who invited me here!”
She Jun remained nonchalant. “Indeed, we invited you. But that doesn’t mean you can freeload without consequences.
Nothing in this world is free. All I ask is for a bowl of blood—not your flesh. Surely, that’s not too much?”
Quan Ye pointed angrily at the basin. “A bowl? That’s clearly a basin of blood!”
Pushed to his limit, Quan Ye restrained himself from outright breaking ties with She Jun. He was still on She Jun’s turf and had to tread carefully. But this was beyond excessive.
Initially, She Jun had asked for only a bowl of blood, and Quan Ye had agreed. Then, the requests became more frequent, and Quan Ye had endured. Now, they were demanding an entire basin. Did they think his blood was an endless supply?
She Jun shrugged, his beard twitching as he spread his hands in mock helplessness. “I have no choice. Qing Kui is pressing me. You’ll just have to bear with it.”
Qing Kui, the leader of the Moonshadow Rabbit Tribe, had an arrangement with She Jun to share Quan Ye’s services. However, She Jun had been secretly keeping Quan Ye to himself during past blood extractions. Qing Kui, now suspicious, had been sending increasingly threatening messages.
Fearing Qing Kui’s wrath but unwilling to forgo his benefits, She Jun shifted the burden onto Quan Ye.
Quan Ye’s anger burned hotter, and he itched to pluck every strand of She Jun’s beard.
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