He had previously been a master of the Yunxiao Sect, never lacking any cultivation resources. The magical artifacts he used were all immortal grade. Now he wore ordinary robes and was severely short on Spirit Stones. He pressed his thin lips slightly, determined to find ways to earn Spirit Stones after going out.
In this True Spirit Realm, the method he could currently participate in for quickly earning Spirit Stones should be arena fighting, right?
Moving his hand away from the jade slip, Qin Jianglan was about to call Little Skull back into the spirit beast pouch when he heard Little Skull say crisply: “Little Uncle, I… I feel like something’s not right with me.”
He had felt something wasn’t right for several days, but Little Uncle had been seriously reading books, so he had consciously not disturbed him.
But now, that strange feeling made him a bit afraid. He unconsciously reached out his hand, using his knuckles to grab the hem of Qin Jianglan’s robe.
He used his other hand to touch his ribs, feeling them one by one, then said: “Little Uncle, am… am I going to disappear?”
He looked up, staring at Qin Jianglan with his hollow socket eyes: “Will I also go into the wind?”
Qin Jianglan suddenly discovered that Little Skull’s body was gradually becoming transparent. Under its feet was a circle of faint light, the same as when he had first arrived.
No wonder the ancient texts had no methods for sending interdimensional beings back!
Because no method was needed. Beings belonging to other dimensions would ultimately return to their dimension. Each summoning required consuming large amounts of resources and effort, but the summoned being would disappear shortly after, so this interdimensional summoning method was unprofitable for many people and was ultimately abandoned, becoming a useless array.
Now, Little Skull was going back.
Though they were just two hollow sockets, Qin Jianglan saw fear in them. He had originally had many words he wanted Little Skull to convey, but now his heart softened. He touched Little Skull’s head, comforting him: “Don’t be afraid. You’re going back to your little sister’s side. Protect her well, understand?”
Little Skull nodded repeatedly. At that instant, its body vanished into nothingness in the blink of an eye. At the critical moment, Qin Jianglan pulled off the hair tie from his hair and wrapped it directly around Little Skull’s arm. A moment later, Little Skull completely disappeared, and along with him disappeared Qin Jianglan’s green hair tie.
Without the hair tie, his full head of azure-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Qin Jianglan, who usually kept his hair meticulously bound and looked noble and aloof, seemed to have his features softened considerably by the flowing black hair at this moment.
He looked at the place where Little Skull had left, his eyes like a clear pond reflecting the moon, rippling with waves.
Qin Jianglan’s lips slowly curved into a faint smile. Even though time had flowed backward a thousand years and they were separated by the ends of the earth, they once again had a connection.
Time was too hurried. He had exchanged all his slightly precious possessions for Spirit Stones to support Little Skull, leaving only that hair tie. Since it was something he wore close to his body, it was also a magical artifact. He closed his eyes and severed the soul connection with the magical artifact. When Su Zhuyi got it, the hair tie would be an ownerless object that she could use directly.
That hair tie carried his aura. Would that little demoness be able to sense it?
But the next moment, Qin Jianglan’s smile suddenly froze. Wu’er had always called him uncle, but he had never told Wu’er his name! If she truly couldn’t sense his aura, wouldn’t she not know about him at all, not know he was still here!
She would sense it, right?
She was a heartless person.
She had no feelings and had never loved anyone.
Qin Jianglan’s brow furrowed into the character for “river.” He looked at the rows of jade slips before him, his heart in chaos. The once lofty master was now nervously looking at the jade slips and counting them one by one: “She will, she won’t, she will, she won’t…”
After counting for a long time, he could only laugh at himself.
There’s always that one person who will disturb my peace of mind.
Couldn’t transcend it in the last life, and in this life, even less so.
He couldn’t become an immortal.
He could only be a mortal.