Chapter 883: Shouldn’t Have Come
Qi Xuansu shouted and suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that Shi Hengbo and Lingshan were gone. He was back inside his own tent.
It was already bright outside. He had no idea how much time had passed, but he was drenched from head to toe in sweat. Ever since becoming a Xiantian Being, there had been many subtle changes, even though his lifespan had not increased. He was immune to mortal illnesses, and under normal circumstances, he would not sweat, shed hair, or lose skin cells. His body would remain free of dust, like a lotus emerging unstained from muddy water. This spared him the need for frequent clothing changes or baths. After mastering the Fasting Technique, he could even do without eating.
Qi Xuansu had long since become a Heavenly Being, a step above Xiantian Beings, yet now, his heavy garments were soaked through. This was proof that the agony he had endured was no mere illusion but had truly afflicted his body.
He exhaled deeply, shook the bell on his desk, and called to Little Yin outside the door. “Little Yin, you can go play now. No need to keep watch anymore.”
Little Yin responded with delight and left without looking back.
Sage Qingwei had not even asked about Little Yin’s origins and had given her the credentials of a fourth-rank Jijiu Daoist master. On reflection, there was nothing wrong with that, since demons could become Daoists, so ghosts should be able to as well.
Though Little Yin had no merits of her own, counting from the time of the Holy Xuan to the third-generation Grand Master, Master Yin, Master Wan, and Madam Bai had fought for the Daoist Order diligently all across the land. Thus, her merits had long since been earned on her behalf by her grandfather, Master Yin.
Even Suzuka Gozen could not see through Little Yin. As long as she suppressed her aura and carried this fourth-rank Jijiu Daoist credential, no one would trouble her.
A moment later, a Daoist attendant entered.
Qi Xuansu said, “Prepare hot water for me. I want to bathe and change.”
“Yes, sir.” The attendant acknowledged and withdrew.
Qi Xuansu, now in the Wuliang stage, could, of course, cleanse himself with ease, but he simply didn’t want to, just as some Heavenly Beings preferred to travel by flying ship even though they themselves could ride with the wind.