The Spirit World

Chapter 104 The changing situation
"Are you awake?" The voice of an unknown girl came to my ears. What caught my eyes was a bowl of medicine. Looking over, I saw a girl with a relatively high forehead. Her hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head. She didn't care that her forehead looked big. Everyone said that women love beauty, but this forehead did make this originally good-looking girl look a little disfigured. However, this girl still showed her forehead generously, obviously not caring much.

Judging from her appearance, she is a disciple of Bai Lingshan and is relatively mature. This is Bai Lingshan's clinic. The red medicine cabinet and white medicine names are neatly placed on one side.

She felt that Chang Yufeng had regained consciousness.

"Young master, you should find a place with many people to practice. It would be bad if you become exhausted and then faint during practice." As she said that, she put the wet wipe on Chang Yufeng's forehead into the basin of hot water. Chang Yufeng looked at the ceiling of the clinic and slowly sat up. The pain in his head forced him to support his forehead with one hand.

"I am..."

"Someone found the young master fainted in a street corner booth in Tianbu. The doctor said that he was not seriously injured and would be fine." She picked up the basin and was about to leave.

"you are?"

"I'm Chen Yuting from the Stargazer Sect. If you don't mind, you can just call me Xiao Chen." She left with a smile, the jade pendant around her waist was very conspicuous.

"Ah!" Chang Yufeng's head felt like it exploded. He curled up in pain, and the neat white sheets on the bed were twisted into a ball.

"Little Lord?"

As soon as Chen Yuting stepped out of the clinic, she came back again, hurriedly put down the basin in her hand, squatted down slightly, and looked at Chang Yufeng anxiously.

"What's wrong? Is your head still hurting?"

"Ah!" Chang Yufeng sighed in pain and glanced at Chen Yuting as an admission.

"I'll go call the doctor right away!" Chen Yuting stood up immediately, but Chang Yufeng grabbed her sleeve and signaled her not to go.

"Don't...ah...don't...ah..."

"But!"

"It's fine……"

Chen Yuting looked at her with some worry, her face looking a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, there's no need. Look, I'm fine." Chang Yufeng was not trying to be brave, but the pain was indeed dissipating little by little.

What on earth was going on? He had no idea what was going on. A corner booth? Ugh! My head hurt!
He had no idea what was going on, only some fragmentary memories emerged.

He once cultivated his spiritual power, and he knew that he had lost the wonderful feeling of being able to use both spiritual power and magic.

Just like a flash in the pan, he turned back into, uh, that useless young master of the Ning family. Chang Yufeng put on his shoes and got out of bed, but found that they were a little too small. He came to the mirror and looked at himself. His eyebrows and eyes were a little open, and he looked less like himself. However, it was still easy to see that this was indeed his appearance.

There was no way he could wear his shoes, so he took them off and stood barefoot on the marble floor of the clinic. The cool touch made him suddenly sober up, and his headache didn't hurt as much.

After exiting the clinic, he came to the golden steps. On the steps, there were the bustling disciples of the Ministry level. It was already evening, and there was no biting cold wind in Bailing Mountain in winter. Instead, it was unexpectedly cool. Many people nodded to him and called him "Hello, Young Master" in a friendly manner.

He was already used to this title. In fact, he had not been in Bailing Mountain for long, and had not appeared in front of others for a long time, but his appearance and reputation had spread far and wide. No big or small affairs were put on him, and he was only allowed to attend some matters that required his signature.

Bailing Mountain, as one of the talent hubs of the empire, is extremely important.

The young master of the Ning family, the Lord of Bai Ling, is a title that is self-evidently impressive. It can be said that for Chang Yufeng, this is the only title that can allow him to stand firm in this distant fairy mountain.

The night Lin'er left was November 5th at 8:05. Half an hour ago, she looked extremely painful, but she inadvertently sang an elegant song. Her body and herself seemed like two completely different individuals. The song was melodious, like the blending of fish and water, the secluded orchid in the valley, the joyful singing of birds, and the enchantment of the wind and woods. The dance was in fluttering red clothes, with the elegance of fairy wind and jade, and the tenderness of the long sleeves of the red clothes.

Chang Yufeng did not leave. He saw that she was in so much pain that she hid herself. How could that be considered hiding? Obviously, everyone avoided this farewell that only belonged to the two of them.

Everyone and everything on the mountain heard this Song of Songs, regardless of its sadness or holiness.

Chang Yufeng looked at her red dress. While the dance, which was performed for someone unknown, was still going on, she looked at him. He did not reject her gaze. Her hands stopped in the air, and then fell down with her sleeves brushed. She smiled at him with her face covered. He did not feel sad, but an indescribable feeling, very strange, without deliberateness, and without cause and effect.

Chang Yufeng continued to walk up. His bare feet did not bring him any ridicule. He was the chosen one here. The thousand-foot staircase was very long, and each step had a different, cool touch.

He saw some familiar people. He might have seen them in some scene before, but he didn't know their names after all. Or some people who came to see him on their own initiative, he didn't know their names after all. Fortunately, he lowered his head and looked at the steps. When he first came to Bailing Mountain, he followed the Prime Minister and the Chief Steward. They talked about everything, from the big geese on Bailing Mountain, to the pines and cypresses on both sides of the steps, and finally to the pavilions. He didn't remember many of the stories that seemed interesting. He only remembered the story of the big goose. It ate three golden pills for cultivation, and it was not afraid of anyone in a fight. And it was these two people who poured the three golden pills into the big goose.

Chang Yufeng walked further up and came to the gate of the entire Bailing Mountain, two blue dragon reliefs and a green mountain stone door sculpture. The two couplets and a plaque on the reliefs did not seem so worldly because of the gold wire labels, inlaid edges and daily repairs. In fact, it has been soaked in hundreds of years. Looking at the dragon's eyes, one can still feel its majesty. Although the dragon's eyes are finely carved from pumice, they have an indescribable charm.

He looked at all this. The word "Ning" shone brightly. His surname was Chang, and this name was like a disease that had been weighing on his heart. The golden edge outlined the hook of the word "Ning", as if it was covered with gold powder viciously, telling the scenery of erecting a monument and carving it.

He walked past, touching the dragon's tail on the relief, and stepped onto the steps. Chang Yufeng looked all the way and saw that there were very few people looking at the relief. The only few people were sitting on the steps chatting. When they saw him, they nodded in response.

They were all disciples who had finished their training and were sitting here to take a break. When they saw him, they all greeted him with a smile. He responded and nodded politely. He was of a higher generation but younger, so he had to get what he should have, but naturally would not get what he shouldn't have.

The sun was setting, and he went up slowly, one step at a time. The sunlight was very weak, and its red color could be seen through. In many places, shadows of the fading sunlight began to appear.

He came to the door of the Tianzi Steps and walked in.

The birds are singing, but they are returning to their nests. The insects are chirping, but they are welcoming the moon. They are all returning, they are all returning.

(End of this chapter)