Yun Qishen

Chapter 2304 Understanding
The transaction of the divine medicine was over, and Mo Langqin used his ghostly power to safely escort Bai Ying and Bian Yu back to the inn.

Bian Yu collapsed onto the bed without any hesitation, letting out a long sigh as she looked up at the ceiling. "I don't believe there's any magic cure-all in this world. If such a medicine really existed, it would never be available for trade."

"Why are you so sure that the divine medicine won't be traded?"

Mo Langqin stared at Bian Yu, waiting for his response. Bian Yu simply lay back and chuckled softly, "Ha, experience speaks for itself."

"It's clear that you've experienced many fascinating stories." Mo Langqin pondered for a moment before asking no further questions.

Bian Yu's words made sense. Mo Langqin thought to himself, if he had such a miraculous medicine, he probably wouldn't easily show it to others or even trade it.

"Are you really going to ask that person for that bone-carved box back?"

Bian Yu sat up straight and turned to look at Mo Langqin, who had a serious expression.

Mo Langqin's lips curled up slightly, revealing his usual fake smile, "Judging from your tone, Senior, is there some concern?"

Bian Yu placed her hand on the edge of the bed, her fingers tapping lightly on the edge. "If it were an ordinary buyer, it would be fine, but that person just now... is not simple."

That person was indeed extraordinary, and Mo Langqin shared the same sentiment.

"Putting aside all that money, that person concealed all their aura, or rather, that person had no aura at all. Normally, ordinary people would have some spiritual energy, even a ghost cultivator like you, Mo Langqin, would have spiritual power within you. But that person had none."

Bai Ying blinked, her arm around Mo Langqin's. "A person without a breath is just a dead person."

Mo Langqin placed his other hand on the back of Bai Ying's hand. "Senior, I've dealt with ghosts for many years, so it's impossible for me not to notice. I don't think that person is dead."

“The dead I’m talking about aren’t the kind of corpses that have lost their souls, but rather the souls that have died from their physical bodies,” Bian Yu explained further. “These beings, whose souls are different yet the same, are merely walking corpses that live only for their obsessions. They cannot be considered living people. They are beings that will be eliminated by cultivators.”

"The flesh dies and the soul dies..." Mo Langqin had heard of it before, which made him even more curious about Bian Yu. "Senior's cultivation as a rogue cultivator is very comprehensive. He even knows about this kind of evil ghost cultivation technique."

"Heh, that's just based on experience." Bian Yu's tone wasn't as relaxed as before, as if he had recalled some painful memories.

Obsession...

Who doesn't have obsessions?

At this moment, Mo Langqin felt a pang of envy for those souls who had died of physical death. After all, they were willing to disregard everything for that last shred of obsession, willing to die again and again. As for him, he knew perfectly well that he couldn't do that.

He could even easily let go of his obsession with revenge against the Mo family and suddenly pursue other emotions.

Mo Langqin lowered his head slightly to look at the white figure beside him, staring into her lively eyes, ignoring the surface of Yan Cang's puppet and looking directly at the white figure's glowing ghost beast body.

How long can he maintain this obsession with Bai Ying?

He wanted it to last forever, even after his death, so that Bai Ying could live freely.

This is his current obsession.

"Mo Langqin, I'll go with you." Bai Ying looked up and met Mo Langqin's gaze. She suddenly had a bad feeling, and the strength in her arms around Mo Langqin increased.

“I can go by myself.” Mo Langqin brushed the stray hairs from Bai Ying’s brow with his hand and smiled. “Bai Ying, I need you and Senior Bian Yu to help me with another matter.”

"Come out." The uncle with the mustache sat down in the corner of the food stall with a bowl of fish soup noodles. He had deliberately led Mo Langqin to the outside of the market.

Mo Langqin stopped hiding and directly withdrew his ghostly power, appearing in front of the mustachioed man.

"We meet again, young man. You've come for that miraculous medicine, haven't you?" The man with the mustache took a sip of fish soup and smacked his lips.

"I don't want the miracle drug." Mo Langqin sat down opposite the uncle.

The man with the mustache trembled slightly, finding it amusing. "Oh? You don't want the miracle drug? Isn't your mother sick? You really don't want it?"

"If I ask for it, will you give it to me?"

"Of course I'll give it to you."

"Huh?" Mo Langqin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this guy to be so straightforward. He was probably joking.

"Aren't we all here to save lives?" The man with the mustache picked up a piece of noodles with his chopsticks and blew on it. "Or are you lying to me, young man? You didn't come to Fengnan to find medicine to save lives?"

Mo Langqin replied with a serious expression, "I didn't lie to you. I really did come to Fengnan to save people. But I don't want the miracle drug. I want the box that contains the miracle drug."

"The box?" Just as the man with the mustache was about to put the noodles in his mouth, he suddenly burst out laughing upon hearing Mo Langqin's words, "Hahaha."

Mo Langqin looked puzzled. Had he said something wrong?
The man with the mustache put down his chopsticks; he had no appetite at the moment. He wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and said to Mo Langqin, "Young man, you seem to have misunderstood. This box itself is the miracle cure for all diseases."

"The box itself? That bone carving?"

“Bone carving…hahahaha.” The man with the mustache clutched his stomach and laughed. “Little brother, hahaha! You’re making it sound too good to be true, bone carving! Well, hahaha, you could call it bone carving. It’s not some carefully designed decoration, just holes gnawed out by cowardly, profit-driven insects.”

So...

"Young man, have you figured it out? The bone powder on that box is the panacea."

The mustachioed man's words made Mo Langqin's heart clench. While he was anxiously searching for Bai Ying's bones, he was also curious as to why Bai Ying's bones possessed such abilities. At the same time, he didn't want Bai Ying's bones to continue to deteriorate like this.

"Young man, you don't want the miraculous medicine but want that bone box. Tsk tsk tsk, do you recognize this bone?"

The steam from the fish soup noodles, carrying a faint aroma of scallions, acted like a thin veil, separating the gazes between the mustachioed uncle and Mo Langqin.

Mo Langqin placed his hand on the table and gently clenched his fist. "It's like this... I came to Fengnan to find her bones, and this box is made from a part of her bones."

"Young man, do you know the story of this 'her' you're talking about?" The man with the mustache pushed his bowl of fish soup noodles aside. "Have you looked into it?"

"Her story?"

Mo Langqin pursed his lips. Apart from the location of the remains, he hadn't really looked into anything else about Bai Ying.

"Want to hear it? I can tell you."

The man with the mustache pushed back his chair and stood up, and Mo Langqin's gaze followed him.

"Come with me to a quiet place; it's too crowded and noisy here."