Chapter 112: The Cold and Detached Master Reads the Mind of the Dragon Proud Sky and Goes Crazy (20)

Chapter 112: The Cold and Detached Master Reads the Mind of the Dragon Proud Sky and Goes Crazy (20)

The originally joyful laugh turned into a low cat’s meow.

This sound seemed to convey impatience and displeasure, striking fear into the hearts of those below.

The oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator emanated from the snow-white Maine Coon cat, causing the human cultivators below to change their expressions.

Some cultivators who had secretly planned to kidnap and threaten him felt a chill, grateful they hadn’t acted.

Nascent Soul stage cultivators… even all of them together couldn’t defeat such a person.

No wonder the Insomnia Alchemist was so arrogant; even his pet was at the Nascent Soul stage.

Some people gasped, stepping back silently.

The potential great battle ended in eerie silence.

They retreated a hundred miles from the Dead City, and the four major sects gathered to discuss countermeasures.

At this moment, Dan Yong stepped forward and said, "I’ll check if the barrier is real or fake."

Seeing someone take the initiative, the others nodded in agreement.

Thus, Dan Yong, filled with great hope, headed towards the Dead City.

Outside the Dead City, Dan Yong lifted his foot to step in.

An invisible ripple spread over his body, and he clearly felt a force scanning him.

Perhaps because it detected he harbored no ill intentions towards the demons, the force merely circled within his body before withdrawing.

He entered the Dead City without a scratch.

Meanwhile, Song Chuyi found an inn to stay in and sighed.

"What should we do, heat-fearing cat? What if someone comes to ask me for the antidote?"

"I can give them the antidote, but..."

He looked troubled. "Even if they take the antidote, they won’t be able to sleep!"

Si Yuanye: ...

He transformed into human form and sat next to Song Chuyi.

"If the antidote can’t cure insomnia, how can it be considered an antidote?"

Song Chuyi propped his chin with both hands. "But if someone asks for something, shouldn’t I give them something?"

Si Yuanye sighed softly, "What does the old man in your spirit sea say?"

Mentioned, Dan Wen: ...

"The old man is also stumped," Song Chuyi answered honestly. "He said he had never seen such a peculiar elixir and doesn’t know what to do."

Si Yuanye tapped his fingers on the table and suddenly spoke, "What about reviving him?"

"With his skills, he might be able to research a cure."

Song Chuyi's eyes brightened.

"That's right!" He slapped his thigh. "Although the old man said he has no solution for now, it's because he's in my spiritual sea."

"If he were resurrected, maybe he could come up with an antidote!"

Song Chuyi threw himself into Si Yuanye's arms and gave him a big hug.

"Cat, you're so clever!"

"I love you!"

Si Yuanye's heart trembled, and he instinctively tightened his grip around the person in his arms.

So slender.

Not a trace of excess fat.

I want to plump him up a bit.

A series of thoughts floated through his mind, leaving him slightly dazed.

He seemed to softly respond with a "Hmm," or perhaps he didn’t say anything at all.

Song Chuyi’s voice reached his ears once more.

"The Moonlit Grass needs another month to mature."

"What should we do until then?"

"I hope those humans don’t enter the Dead City for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Chuyi sensed the barrier he had set up fluctuating.

He gave Si Yuanye a deep, aggrieved look, his expression pitiful and aggrieved.

"A cultivator has entered the Dead City."

"This is bad, my reputation is going to be ruined!"

"How can human cultivators accept demons so quickly!"

"Can’t they wait just one more month!"

Song Chuyi grumbled inwardly, but on the surface, he sighed heavily.

Si Yuanye held his hand and gently patted it.

"Don’t worry, let’s go check it out."

Song Chuyi nodded in agreement.

Hopefully, this human cultivator is easy to fool.

The two soon arrived at the Dead City.

Finding Dan Yong was almost effortless.

If it weren't for the Demon Lord and Respected Song Chuyi ordering them to maintain a friendly attitude toward humans, adopting a stance of not offending unless offended, they would have already gone up and devoured Dan Yong entirely.

But although they couldn't devour him, they could still look.

It was also the first time Dan Yong had been surrounded by so many demons, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

But he persisted and inquired, "Excuse me, where can I find the Insomnia Alchemist?"

No demon answered him.

Mainly because no demon acknowledged that the title 'Insomnia Alchemist' was attached to Respected Song Chuyi.

The level of names humans came up with was truly tacky, far less appealing than Respected Song Chuyi's own name.

When no one, or rather, no demon, responded, Dan Yong grew even more worried.

He was 90% certain that the white Maine Coon cat was his good friend Si Yuanye.

But what puzzled him was why his friend was so compliant, being held in the arms of that youth.

And that youth seemed to be Si Yuanye's disciple too.

Dan Yong felt his brain was barely enough to handle this situation; finding Si Yuanye was the only way to get answers.

Song Chuyi and Si Yuanye appeared just then.

Song Chuyi was unfamiliar with Dan Yong, but Si Yuanye immediately recognized him.

Seeing that the person who entered the Dead City was Dan Yong, Si Yuanye had an idea and held Song Chuyi's hand, whispering, "He's easy to fool."

Dan Yong, whose hearing was sharp, was puzzled: ???

He couldn't help but look at Si Yuanye, his eyes filled with suspicion.

Was Si Yuanye possessed by some evil entity?

Upon hearing this, Song Chuyi relaxed a bit.

He led Si Yuanye forward and nodded to Dan Yong, saying, "Hello, I am Song Chuyi."

As he approached, Dan Wen in his consciousness seemed to sense something and spoke in surprise.

"This person carries the aura of our clan; he should be my descendant."

Song Chuyi: "!He’s the old man’s descendant!"

"That’s fantastic!"

He grinned at Dan Yong, "Young Brother Dan, let’s speak privately for a moment."

Dan Yong also had many questions for Si Yuanye, so he nodded in agreement.

The three of them soon returned to the palace, and after sitting down, Song Chuyi spoke enthusiastically.

"Young Brother Dan, so you’re the old man’s descendant."

"Since I’m close friends with the old man, how about you stay here for a month?"

"We can get to know each other and build a stronger bond!"

Dan Yong couldn't help but look at Si Yuanye, using his eyes to ask what was happening.

Si Yuanye poured Song Chuyi a cup of tea, his tone calm and detached. Briefly, he explained about the spiritual soul in Song Chuyi's mind.

Hearing this, Dan Yong was rooted to the spot.

"Grandfather... is alive!"

He leapt up and began pacing anxiously.

"No wonder Song can create such powerful elixirs. It turns out he was taught by Grandfather."

He muttered to himself continuously, which made Dan Wen, present in Song Chuyi's mind, interject, "I only gave him the formula; I didn't have time to teach him how to refine them."

Who would have thought this young man's talent would be so remarkable?