Chapter 45: Soul Prism

As they chatted, when Chu Fan subconsciously called out “Yuying” but got no response, he finally realized something was off.

“Hey? Where are Gu Che and Yuying?”

Chu Fan turned to look at Dongfang Qingwei, who pouted and shrugged.

“Who knows.”

Seeing her like that, Chu Fan’s eyes widened in realization, then he frowned and said: “He’s really going to die. He can’t possibly beat Yuying.”

Hearing this, Dongfang Qingwei, as his master, acted as if it had nothing to do with her, shrugged, and casually said: “Sigh, in the cultivation world, you either advance or fall behind. Hope he’s more careful in his next life.”

“You…”

Chu Fan was speechless, amused and annoyed.

Forget it.

Dead is dead.

He didn’t want to bother with other people’s affairs anyway.

But not long after Shen Yuying returned, just as they were about to leave the sect to grab some food and catch up, “Yahoo~”

A figure flew down from the sky, riding a sword, then landed gracefully.

Walking up to Chu Fan, when Jun Lin saw Dongfang Qingwei beside him, she couldn’t help but swallow and instinctively stepped back half a step.

‘Is this a person?’

That was Jun Lin’s first reaction upon seeing Dongfang Qingwei.

On the surface, she looked kind of dim, tall and burly, giving off a simple-minded, brawny vibe.

But what was this pressure?

It seemed that if she had even a hint of malice, she’d be instantly blasted into mincemeat.

Even though Jun Lin couldn’t sense any leaking spiritual energy, she was still awed by that eerie low pressure.

Having no choice, Jun Lin stepped back a few paces and waved at Chu Fan, signaling him to come over.

She had thought she was strong enough, and Chu Fan was just even more monstrous, but she really didn’t expect this.

A numbers monster had arrived.

Jun Lin, as an undoubtedly excellent artifact refiner, couldn’t sense any magic artifacts on Dongfang Qingwei except for that outfit.

No weapon either, nor any hint of a special cultivation technique.

So she was a cultivator of the “raw power over technique” school?

Well, that was really…

This cultivator had strength!

“What? Can’t you say it openly?”

Chu Fan asked curiously.

Jun Lin first had him lean in, then whispered: “Who’s that redhead?”

“A hired muscle, here as my bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard!?”

Jun Lin exclaimed in shock.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Wait… are we planning to found a nation, bro? Or overthrow an emperor? Do you need such an overkill bodyguard?”

“Less nonsense, get to the point.”

“Oh, oh.”

Jun Lin cleared her throat twice and said:

“The inter-kingdom sect tournament is about to start, next month.”

“So soon? But I haven’t prepared yet?”

“What do you need to prepare? You can’t participate anyway.”

“Remember our gentleman’s agreement?”

Jun Lin reminded.

“You have your disciples help me secure the top three sect positions, and the Yan Emperor’s rewards all go to you.”

“But don’t we need six contestants? I’ve only trained four disciples so far. What about the other two?”

“You idiot, it’s not like only your disciples can compete.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just have Ling Shuang and that Snake Scorpion Palace’s saintess join in.”

“Right!”

Chu Fan clapped his hands, having completely forgotten about those two.

“Alright, that’s all I have to say. Prepare yourself, and set off for Qing Kingdom on an auspicious day.”

“Qing Kingdom?”

“Yes, this tournament is held in Qing Kingdom. The rulers will all be there. Make sure your disciples perform well.”

Waving her hand, Jun Lin vanished in a flash.

Leaving Chu Fan standing there dumbfounded.

Later, when they all went down the mountain to eat, Chu Fan explained the whole story.

The three women who already knew didn’t react much, since joining the sect was for this purpose in the first place.

Dongfang Qingwei was even more indifferent.

After all, she couldn’t compete, and she wasn’t his disciple either.

To Chu Fan, she was just a bodyguard.

And to her, Chu Fan was just a vibrator.

Only Lin Anlan looked a bit timid.

That was reasonable, after all, her cultivation was at a severely low level.

Although she was gifted, she had hidden herself away for years to survive.

Seeing Lin Anlan’s expression, Chu Fan smiled slightly and silently took out a scroll from his ring and handed it to her.

“Anlan, take a look at this.”

Lin Anlan accepted it with both hands.

Holding it, she found it unusually light, completely lacking the weight a scroll should have.

Until she slowly unrolled it, Lin Anlan saw clearly it was a painting.

And the painter must have been extremely arrogant.

Because within a painting less than half a meter wide and about a meter long, it actually contained all things in the world.

There were mortals, animals, cultivators, spirit beasts, demons, immortals, bustling city life, sect ceremonies.

Even primordial nature gods, beings of the underworld reincarnation, special intelligent entities, ancient secret realm inheritances.

Everything that could appear under heaven was practically included in this painting, everything one could imagine.

But precisely because the painter wanted everything, all the elements in the painting were insufficient, just a few strokes each.

As the saying goes, “A man’s heart is never satisfied, a snake tries to swallow an elephant.”

Lin Anlan now only thought the painter was incredibly foolish.

Either an arrogant primordial power, or a daydreaming country bumpkin.

“Can you see anything?”

Lin Anlan shook her head:

“Forgive this disciple’s dullness, I can’t discern the mystery.”

Chu Fan, as if expecting this, smiled slightly: “Anlan, have you read the ‘Great Void Broken Brush’?”

“Yes, disciple recites it daily and has reached the third ink level.”

Lin Anlan said somewhat proudly.

“As expected of you. Then you must have learned ‘Using Words to Enter Talismans.'”

“Mm.”

Lin Anlan nodded confidently.

“Then read this text aloud using the chanting method of ‘Using Words to Enter Talismans.'”

“Okay.”

After saying that, Chu Fan began to write a strangely shaped talisman in the air with just his finger.

Lin Anlan looked up at the text.

At the same time, the others also couldn’t help but look up.

But including Shen Yuying, everyone looked confused.

Su Xiaotang even found it somewhat nauseating and almost threw up her meal.

“Ugh~”

‘Is this… ancient text? I’ve seen it… or maybe…’ Shen Yuying pondered in her mind.

Only Lin Anlan, looking at that line of text as if it were her native language, easily read it out.

“My dao shield dam dam game bi bi la bu gu gu ga ga…”

Buzz…

The scroll emitted a soft but piercing hum.

The next moment, Lin Anlan’s body turned into a dazzling light, and she was sucked into the painting.

“Master, what did she just read?”

Shen Yuying asked puzzledly.

It was a combination of languages she had never heard; in her view, it was probably some mysterious ancient incantation.

“Em… how should I put it? In short, it’s sacred. At least that’s how I feel.”

Hearing this, Chen Qianchi said urgently: “This isn’t the time to ask that! Where’s little junior sister!?”

“Don’t worry, she just entered the painting. When the time comes, she’ll naturally return.”

Chu Fan explained calmly.

“Enter the painting? Your thing has that function?”

Dongfang Qingwei asked with noodles in her mouth, mumbling.

“If Anlan can come out on her own, then I’ll give this scroll to her. I won’t need it anyway.”

“Don’t need it? Can’t that thing still synchronize something? What if you meet someone stronger later? Just wait to die?”

“Don’t I have you?”

Chu Fan answered instantly and matter-of-factly.

“…”

Dongfang Qingwei paused with noodles in her mouth, her cheeks slightly red, and silently buried herself in eating.

As for Su Xiaotang, who had been silent all along,

She had never stopped eating the whole time, with over a dozen empty bowls stacked beside her.

After eating, everyone naturally returned to the Heavenly Mystery Sect.

The disciples also returned to their own rooms.

The scroll containing Lin Anlan continued to be kept by Chu Fan.

As for Dongfang Qingwei, although the Heavenly Mystery Sect had other guest rooms, Jun Lin hadn’t prepared one for her because she didn’t know she’d be staying here permanently.

And even if she had prepared one, given her personality, she probably wouldn’t want to stay alone.

So she had to share a room with Chu Fan.

Looking at the large bed in the room that could definitely fit two people, Chu Fan sighed.

Although he had a spare bed in his ring, he knew very well that even if he took it out, she wouldn’t use it.

So he just let it be.

Thus Chu Fan sighed, lay down on the bed, stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

On the other side, Dongfang Qingwei walked over to Chu Fan, looked at his expression, and raised an eyebrow: “What? Given up, little Fanfan?”

“Do as you please…” Chu Fan sighed wearily.

Seeing Chu Fan like a lamb to the slaughter, Dongfang Qingwei licked her lips and began to creepily approach the bed with her claws out.

Clatter…

But as soon as she reached the bed, she heard a sound of porcelain dropping to the floor.

Dongfang Qingwei looked down and found a strangely shaped glass mirror that looked like an artifact.

However, despite its odd shape, it didn’t have any noteworthy spiritual energy fluctuation.

Until she picked up that artifact and put it on her eyes, looking left and right.

Seeing Dongfang Qingwei wearing the artifact, Chu Fan shouted: “Idiot! That’s the Marriage Prism! Take it off now!”

“Soul Prism? What’s that for…”

Dongfang Qingwei turned to Chu Fan in confusion, but the moment she turned her head, she felt dizzy and a strong light hit her eyes, forcing them shut.

The next second…

Opening her eyes, Dongfang Qingwei, now recovered, looked at Chu Fan on the bed and cursed: “I told you to take it off! Look what happened now!”