Faceted Jade a.k.a Carven Jade [ENG Translation]

CHAPTER 12

At these words, Wu Sisi shook her head and said, "You can't use my money. I can't have anything to do with this. That person is keeping an eye on the entire town at all times. Despite the formation I set up, I can only talk to you while he isn't watching, and you must be careful in what you say and do."

"Understood," Qin Yan finally said, looking at Wu Sisi and saying seriously, "then would Senior help me get out of the Xuanji Secret Realm after we have helped Senior?"

"This is naturally a small matter as long as my master reclaims the Xuanji Secret Realm," Wu Sisi promptly replied, and Qin Yan nodded, raising his hand in a salute.

Wu Sisi returned the salute by clasping her hands and performing a sword salutation unique among sword cultivators. She turned around and walked out after giving them a few more instructions.

As soon as Wu Sisi left, Fu Changling popped his head in front of Qin Yan, who looked up at him and asked, "What is it?"

Without saying anything, Fu Changling directly reached out to pull Qin Yan. Qin Yan subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Fu Changling grabbed his wrist and whispered, "Spread your palm."

Qin Yan frowned but spread his hand obediently. Fu Changling then began to scribble on his palm with his finger, "Do you think Wu is reliable?"

Qin Yan took a brief look outside. He nodded, understanding that Fu Changling was guarding against the prying eyes of others.

Then he took Fu Changling's hand in his and began writing on it.

Qin Yan's fingers were calloused, in contrast to the back of his hand, which was as smooth as jade. They rubbed against Fu Changling's hand, causing an indescribable itch in his heart. Fu Changling wanted to withdraw his hand, but he thought he was overreacting, so he could only stiffen his body and let him write on his palm.

Qin Yan traced his finger across his palm, each stroke tingling. Fu Changling concentrated so hard that he could barely understand what Qin Yan was saying.

"Theogony of the Ancient Gods and Immortals, Wu Si," wrote Qin Yan.

Fu Changling had to think about this name for a moment.

Wu Si was an exalted deity in the Theogony of the Ancient Gods and Immortals, and in the form of a sword spirit, she became a cultivation partner with her original master, Ming Xiu, who was a disciple of Ye Lan. Ming Xiu and Wu Si had both made significant contributions to the battle between immortals and demons back then, but Ming Xiu later vanished from the battlefield, and Wu Si was also lost to sight.

If Wu Sisi was Wu Si, then Ming Xiu, the disciple of Ye Lan, was probably the Lord God of this secret realm in the past.

Based on this theory, when Ming Xiu vanished back then, he was presumably dead. Following Ming Xiu's death, Ye Lan may have simply placed this disciple's spiritual consciousness in the Xuanji Secret Realm to recuperate, and Wu Si, being his sword spirit, would naturally follow him everywhere.

"How do you know?" Fu Changling was intrigued and enquired quickly. Qin Yan wrote four more words on his palm: "Fragrance pouch, sword pattern."

Fu Changling understood that sword cultivators would all have their own insignia, the most classic of which was the sword pattern on the fragrance pouch. Sword cultivators' sword patterns were often their own natal swords, but Qin Yan was a prodigy at identifying a sword at a glance among all the sword patterns that had been in existence for thousands of years.

Fu Changling was considerably more at ease with Wu Sisi after Qin Yan's "good person" validation, and as soon as he relaxed, he was tired. He yawned and climbed over to the bed, saying as he did so, "Ah, finally a bed to sleep in. I'm so tired and worn out..."