Chapter 238: Chapter 237: Give Me a Cup of Forgetfulness Potion, But Then It Expires

Translator: 549690339

Jiang Li never intended to interfere from the beginning.

With Qin Luan’s knowledge and experience, how could he not know that Lin Ruling was deliberately picking a fight? He never obliged Lin Ruling, forcing him to specifically demand a challenge.

However, Qin Luan wasn’t sure about Xizhi’s intentions. If Xizhi didn’t allow fighting here, the verbal conflict between the two would inevitably provoke Xizhi’s displeasure.

But if Lin Ruling openly challenged him, it would be a different matter.

The other person was almost pointing at your nose to challenge you; you couldn’t just stand still. Xizhi had no reason to stop it.

What Qin Luan wanted was justification.

Qin Luan’s combat power also surprised many people. Lin Ruling, who was known to be able to compete with the Nascent Soul Stage, was killed instantly by someone else. Even if Lin Ruling was boasting, it was enough to show how powerful Qin Luan was.

“Let’s go, now that the public nuisance is gone, we can search for treasures in peace.” The trouble Lin Ruling caused was hardly a ripple for Qin Luan. Ever since he reached the later stage of the Golden Core, those who battled with him were all at the Nascent Soul Stage.

His sights were set beyond the Golden Core Stage now.

“We can ask for Jiang Li’s help,” suggested Aguna. With Jiang Li’s intervention, no treasure would be out of reach.

Qin Luan shook his head, “This is a test of individual abilities; Mr. Jiang won’t involve himself in such matters.”

Qin Luan always held himself to the standard of a Human Emperor candidate. If he needed Jiang Li’s intervention for such matters, what would qualify him for candidacy?

You can’t become a candidate for Human Emperor just by using backdoor channels.

Aguna didn’t understand Qin Luan’s insistence, but she decided not to press the matter further.

“Little White, where are you going?” Qin Luan noticed the little fox on his head hop on a dried-up tree stump, which had a milky-white fruit on it.

“Is this a Nurturing Soul Fruit? Are you sure it’s real?” Qin Luan was surprised. He knew that Little White had the ability to detect treasures, but he didn’t expect that it could be used here in the secret realm created by the immortal.

The little fox nodded enthusiastically and picked the fruit.

Ridden with severe injuries and forced to use its reincarnation talent, the little fox lost its cultivation. The Nurturing Soul Fruit could enhance its soul strength and speed up the recovery of its cultivation.

“Little Fox, you’ve just passed. Do you choose to go to the next test now, or to stay here and go with the others?” Xizhi’s voice sounded out.

Of course, Little White Fox would choose to stay with Qin Luan.

“Then you must not help others, otherwise, both you and the person you aid will be eliminated,” Xizhi warned the little fox.

The little white fox obediently nodded.

“Can you tell whether this evergreen bamboo is real?” Aguna pointed to an ink bamboo. Evergreen bamboo is very suitable for weapon handles.

“It should be fake, look under the evergreen bamboo, the gaps between each joint are too short, this is not how evergreen bamboo should grow,” Qin Luan may not have been good at drawing, but his eye for detail was sharp.

“What about this one?” Aguna was interested and kept asking about each thing she pointed at. “Also fake.” “This one…” “Eighty percent fake.” “What about this one?” “This one is real.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re pointing at Mr. Jiang.”

Helpless, Qin Luan saw that Aguna was pointing without looking.

“Well, I am real.” Jiang Li said jocosely, “So, you can’t find any real objects?”

Qin Luan was embarrassed and scratched his head, “Actually, we found a few real things, but we’re not sure.”

Qin Luan bent down: “For example, this grass. It looks like a weed, but its leaf curve is narrower than ordinary weeds. There is also something that resembles a faint black line in the middle, similar to a breakthrough grass. But among the dozens here, not all of them could be breakthrough grass. I can’t tell which ones are real.”

“Song Ying, what do you think?” Instead of saying which ones were real, Jiang Li asked Song Ying, who had been silent throughout.

“Me?” Song Ying pointed at herself, knowing that Jiang Li was calling her, she felt honoured.

Jiang Li nodded, encouraging her.

Qin Luan nodded, ‘You heard right, Mr. Jiang is calling you.”

“It’s this one.” Song Ying wasn’t very confident, “I feel that only this one of the dozen or so is real.”

Qin Luan looked closely at the one Song Ying pointed to, but found no difference from the others.

“What’s your reason?”

“Intuition.” This was also the reason why Song Ying wasn’t confident. Intuition is a very vague thing.

“Why not trust your intuition? You could be right.”

Song Ying hesitated, then shook her head: “What if I’m wrong…”

Without waiting for a response, Qin Luan directly plucked the weed. Song Ying didn’t even have time to stop him.

“Why are you like this? If I guessed wrong, don’t you have to retire early?” Song Ying stomped her foot in annoyance.

Qin Luan chuckled: “I trust your intuition.”

Qin Luan’s trust in Song Ying wasn’t baseless. On their journey, Song Ying’s intuition had saved them from life-threatening situations or led them to opportunities several times. It’s just that Song Ying herself wasn’t aware of it, or rather, she didn’t dare to believe her intuition could be that accurate.

Subconsciously, she attributed all these incidents to coincidence. The weed shed its ink protein and turned into a green breakthrough grass.

“Look, it’s real. You should try to trust yourself some more, your intuition is very accurate.” Qin Luan looked into Song Ying’s eyes, sincere.

“Well, let me try again.” Song Ying felt butterflies in her stomach.

Jiang Li frowned. Why was Song Ying’s heart beating so fast? Could it be a latent disease?

Jiang Li had discovered long ago that many people in the nine provinces had similar conditions: their pulses would speed up when they made eye contact with others. Even those in the Body Integration Realm were unable to cure it.

For instance, Pure Heart, the saintess, experienced similar symptoms when he looked into her eyes.

Not being able to control your heartbeat despite being in the Body Integration Realm was a frightening thing.

For the sake of the Nine Provinces, Jiang Li had even asked the Alchemy Peak to develop a pill that could cure this latent disease. But for some reason, the Alchemy Peak gave him a bottle of Oblivion Water instead.

Quite strange.

Jiang Li felt that Su Wei was a bit senile but didn’t have the heart to tell him the harsh truth. He simply put the Oblivion Water in his Storage Ring without touching it anymore.

Fifty years later, the Oblivion Water had expired.

“It’s this evergreen bamboo. I’ve always felt there’s something wrong with it.” Song Ying returned to the starting place, she had sensed that there was something wrong with the bamboo earlier. However, seeing how confidently Qin Luan was speaking, she didn’t voice out her intuition. Only now, encouraged, did she dare to speak her mind.

“Of course there’s a problem. It grows irregularly, it’s fake,” Qin Luan said as a matter of course.

“Not that problem, it’s…aiya, I can’t explain it well.” Song Ying was not eloquent and unable to describe it clearly, so she hurried to the bamboo.

“You… You should Imow what’s happening outside. Could you please show your real form?”

A soft rain began to fall from the sky, bringing a haze. The scent of the wet soil arose, accompanied by a soft light. The evergreen bamboo transformed into a slender figure, dressed in ancient attire and holding an oil-paper umbrella, appearing and disappearing in the rain like a young girl from the South of the Yangtze River emerging from the water town.

“I didn’t expect anyone to find me, and it’s not even due to luck.” Xizhi had said she was in the second test world, and indeed, she was right here..