76 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Chapter 76 Bai Fan had a vague impression of the symbol, but when she thought it over, she realized she had never seen it before. She closed her eyes to concentrate, and suddenly a small bubble of memory burst in her mind. A fragment of a dragon's memory flowed in. It turned out this impression came from the dragon corpse. The dragon had only caught a fleeting glimpse of the symbol. It seemed that the dragon had encountered a female cultivator back then, and her sword had this same mark. Closing her eyes again to review the memory, Bai Fan saw a woman in a pink dress smiling brightly among the crowd. Her eyes always squinted into crescents when she smiled, and she had a habit of tilting her head while looking at people. She seemed to have said something to the dragon corpse. "I'll wait for you." The dragon corpse glanced back at her before intending to leave. The woman waved her sword continuously, and that sword bore the mark. "I don't know where this symbol comes from." Bai Fan picked up the jade slip and placed it against her forehead. Numerous martial techniques flashed before her eyes. This was a sword manual, unlike the Pure Yang Sword Manual she had seen before. This manual featured sword movements that resembled the fluttering of flower petals, moving with the wind and the heart, seemingly soft and weak but incredibly willful, both beautiful and well-suited to the human body. After finishing the manual, Bai Fan let out a deep sigh as if she had just practiced the sword techniques herself. Her entire body felt relaxed and refreshed. "Finally, I've found something worthwhile." After storing the jade slip, Bai Fan began to inspect the surroundings. She noticed that the place was spotless, as if untouched for thousands of years, still looking as it did when its owner first left. Passing by the bookshelves, she saw two paintings hanging on the wall: one of a majestic dragon striding across clouds, its golden scales shimmering as if alive, its eyes seemingly meeting her gaze, transcending time, making her feel like the painter who had created it. A tear suddenly rolled from the corner of her eye, shaking Bai Fan from her reverie. She felt the profound sorrow in the dragon's eyes, a sense of hopeless desolation. "Why such sadness?" Bai Fan wiped away the tear and sniffled. She walked up to the painting and touched the dragon's eyes. They now appeared ordinary and unremarkable, the urge to cry and the endless sorrow vanished. Turning to the other painting, she saw a woman in red, her peach-blossom eyes radiating charm, with a touch of heroic spirit, her chin held high. Despite her proud demeanor, she looked stunning in her red attire. "This must be what they mean by 'women can be as strong as men.'" Under the painting was a censer long burned out, with a jade plaque below it. The arrangement suggested that the woman in red had passed away long ago. After studying the two paintings, Bai Fan found a small pill cabinet. Opening it revealed numerous jars and bottles. Bai Fan was taken aback; ancient elixirs from ten thousand years ago were treasures. She picked up a small bottle and opened it, but it was empty, leaving only a lingering fragrance. Frowning, she thought perhaps she was just unlucky. She picked up another bottle, finding it also empty. "Why are they all empty?" Each bottle she opened released a faint fragrance, and with each empty bottle, her frown deepened. Just as she was about to finish checking the bottles, a ghost lamp floated over from an unknown place. "What smells so good?" As it saw the small bottle in Bai Fan's hand, it exclaimed excitedly. "Oh my, it's a spiritual elixir!" Bai Fan showed it the bottom of the bottle and said weakly, "Empty. Only the aroma remains. It's likely evaporated over the millennia." "What a pity." "Indeed, such a shame. The aroma alone proves they were top-notch elixirs." "Let me have another whiff." The ghost lamp leaned in to smell, but Bai Fan placed the bottle aside and turned to leave. "Smell it yourself." The ghost lamp, being just a lantern without limbs, hesitated. Finally, it reluctantly transformed into a human shape, holding the bottle and sniffing contentedly while muttering, "Just for a while, turning back later will be fine." Bai Fan walked to another part of the small palace. Downstairs led to the backyard. A gentle push on the milky white door, and it opened. A soft spring breeze carried a few flower petals into her eyes. A large cherry blossom tree in full bloom filled the backyard. Nearby, a small puppet was sweeping petals, seemingly oblivious to Bai Fan's presence. It bent over repeatedly, sweeping the petals, and it was hard to imagine it had been doing this for over ten thousand years. Its large red crystal at its chest was nearly extinguished, suggesting it wouldn’t last much longer. Bai Fan watched it for a long time. After sweeping, it carried a small bucket to fetch water, sprinkling it on the ground, then ran to another part of the yard. Initially, Bai Fan thought it was going to water more areas, but to her surprise, she found a spiritual field with over ten thousand years' worth of spiritual herbs. "Am I dreaming? These spiritual herbs are all ancient. Let me calculate how many spirit stones they could fetch." Bai Fan's mental estimation nearly made her swoon. These spiritual herbs could make her wealth comparable to a medium-sized sect. Calculating their worth in spirit stones alone, these herbs were priceless in the market. "No way, leaving such treasures here unappreciated is a crime. Fortunately, you've met me, Bai Fan. I'll make sure to use you to your fullest potential." She pounced into the spiritual field, uprooting every adorable herb, including their roots, as her method supposedly enhanced preservation. Her nearly full storage bag was now overflowing with spiritual herbs. "Completely full. But at least I have them all." As Bai Fan savored her find, she saw the puppet emerging with a small pouch, planting seeds with precision that even Bai Fan couldn't match. "Oh my, I want this little puppet too. Having such a servant would be perfect." While Bai Fan fantasized about taking the puppet along, the ghost lamp came running down with a small bottle in hand. "Daoist, Daoist, I found something good." "What?" Seeing the ghost lamp's excited face, Bai Fan took the bottle it handed her. "Beauty Preservation Pill." "What's that?" Looking at the unfamiliar characters on the bottle, Bai Fan was puzzled at how the ghost lamp could recognize them. "I once read in a tomb room that the cultivation world used to have Beauty Preservation Pills capable of keeping one youthful and extending life by two hundred years. I never expected to find one here. This bottle was well-sealed, so the pills are still intact. Daoist, would you like to try one?" Bai Fan frowned. "How do you know it's a Beauty Preservation Pill? What if it's another elixir?" "I'm one hundred percent sure. The records stated only the Beauty Preservation Pill is red with a five-colored flower imprint and has no aroma." Half-skeptical, Bai Fan turned the bottle in her hand, pouring out two red pills with a five-colored flower imprint and no scent. "Hmm." She poured the pills back into the bottle, capping it. Looking at the ghost lamp, she wondered why such a good thing was being presented to her. Suspicion arose in her heart. "What are you implying?" Seeing Bai Fan understand, the ghost lamp smiled sheepishly. "You know I'm just a ghost cultivator, relying on a lantern. This lantern isn't very high-quality. If I want to advance greatly, I'll need a better vessel to depend on. So..." "I understand." "Then, Daoist?" "I'll do my best, but finding natural treasures isn't easy." The ghost lamp felt much more at ease after hearing Bai Fan's words. Exchanging a Beauty Preservation Pill for a spiritual tool might not seem worth it, but as a ghost cultivator, it had no use for such items. Such pills are only valuable to human cultivators, particularly those with limited talent. As they age, if their cultivation isn't high enough, they would likely wither into old crones. However, with a Beauty Preservation Pill, they wouldn't need to worry about this issue. Regardless of their low cultivation, their appearance would remain as it was when they took the pill, lasting thousands of years unless their bodies were externally damaged. "Thank you, Daoist." Bai Fan tucked the pills away carefully, though she had no need for them. As a dragon, her lifespan was exceedingly long, and aging was nearly impossible for her. But the mention of eternal youth made her think of He Yi Man. As a mortal, He Yi Man would inevitably grow old one day, no matter how radiant she appeared now. In a few more decades, she would start to age slowly. No one likes to watch themselves deteriorate with time, and for a beauty, it was akin to torture. After coming downstairs, the ghost lamp also noticed the little puppet. Its precise movements were no less capable than those of a human. "Daoist, can this puppet work continuously without eating or drinking?" "Yes." "Let's take it with us." Hearing this, Bai Fan thought to herself, does this ghost lamp have mind-reading abilities? How did it know she wanted to take the puppet? "It seems to be following its previous owner's instructions, tirelessly working here. All we need to do is remove the red crystal from its chest." ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Thank you to the little angels for casting votes or watering me with Nutrient Solution~ Thanks to the little angels who watered with [Nutrient Solution]: "Don't Want to Talk" 40 bottles; I deeply appreciate everyone’s support, and I will continue to work hard! Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Home Desktop Bookshelf Novel Directory Popular Novels