Ascending Towards the Sun

Chapter Eight The Demonic Legs

Mingjue died such a horrible death it wasn't supposed to be possible! Just what had happened in the years that I had stayed away? As Hua Ying was lost in his thoughts, he felt Lan Zhan walk over. Lan Zhan kneeled with a single leg in front of him, then proceeded to roll up his trousers with an earnest face.

Wait, again? There is no need said Hua Ying as he held onto Lan Zhan hand

We will remove the Curse Mark first. then have you cleaned Said Lan Zhan

I'll do it myself. I am after all in my female form said Hua Ying as he quickly rolling up the trouser legs, it's already passed my thighs. Groaned Hua Ying

Lan Zhan turned his head away and did not answer. Lan Zhan? If you want, I can change into my male form, it's just that I heal faster this way said Hua Ying as Lan Zhan turned to face him and stare into his eyes.

Hua Ying wanted to tease Lan Zhan then but was interrupted by the sudden shattering sound that came from the desk. They both stood up to look.

The teacups and teapot broke to pieces on the ground. A Qiankun Pouch lay amid the white shards of porcelain and the tea that spilled out. The surface of the bag went up and down, as if something was trapped inside, eager to come out. Lan Zhan originally sealed the arm inside the pouch and put it under a teacup on the table. Now, seeing its agitation, they finally remembered that it was time to perform Rest. If not for the short nightly duets they perform to calm it, no matter how strong the Qiankun Pouch's power of suppression was, it couldn't trap the ghost hand alone.

Hua Ying felt for the bamboo flute that had been by his waist, but he found nothing. Turning around, he saw that Lan Zhan already had the flute in his hands. Lan Zhan's head tilted slightly downward. He only handed the flute back after carving on it for a while, in a dedicated manner. Taking the flute back, Hua Ying noticed that, after it had been adjusted, even rough details such as the finger holes were much finer.

Now you can play it properly said Lan Zhan

Thank you, sorry I made this in a hurry I just forgot it afterwards. it did sound horrible said Hua Ying blushing as he remembered the horrible sound that came from the makeshift flute.

Raising the flute to his lips. However, having only played a few notes, the Qiankun Pouch suddenly multiplied in size and stood upright on the ground!

Has it gotten too used to the bad playing? I'm playing properly for once, and it doesn't even like it. Whined Hua Ying as he looked at the Qiankun bag.

As if replying to him, the Qiankun Pouch flung itself at Hua Ying. Lan Zhan's melody took a sharp turn. With one smooth gesture, the seven strings vibrated at once, emitting a noise so strong that it almost seemed like an avalanche. After the sound, the Qiankun Pouch fell backward to the ground again. As if nothing had happened, Hua Ying continued playing. Lan Zhan's wrist softened. Following the tune of Rest, the guqin's melody became calm once more, and gradually blended with the flutes. The song finished, and the Qiankun Pouch finally shrunk to the size it had been, remaining motionless. Hua Ying stuck the flute back by his waist.

In these few days, it's never looked as impatient as this before. It seems as if it was provoked by something. Said Hua Ying

And, that something is on you. Replied Lan Zhan

The Curse Mark that he transferred from Jin Ling to himself. Jin Ling's Curse Mark was left on him when he was at the stone castles of the Xinglu Ridge. Seeing how strongly the ghost hand reacted to the Curse Mark.

You can't mean that another part of his body might be within the walls of the Nie Sect's Saber Hall? Said Hua Ying as he changed back to his male form, then the only way to get rid of this thing is to find the limb that is missing and suppress it as he fell onto the bed.