"What's wrong?" Xue Qing asked.
“Amitabha, this boat was bought for fifty taels of silver,” Abbot Chankong said.
The pleasant atmosphere immediately crumbled, and Xue Qing angrily threw two silver ingots from her bosom at Abbot Chankong like throwing lead balls.
Xue Qing continued walking towards the boat, but was stopped by Abbot Chankong: "Wait."
"What is it now!"
"You reimbursed me for the travel expenses when I came here."
Xue Qing took out two more silver ingots and threw them to Abbot Chankong. What was this old monk going to do with so much money when he had no children?
Liu Ying's life skills are comparable to a domestically produced knock-off mobile phone—all-encompassing and omnipotent. Not only can she drive a carriage, but she can also steer a boat. Xue Qing is increasingly impressed with her own judgment; this man is better than countless male concubines. Bai Xichen is seasick, and after retching for a long time while holding onto the side of the boat, he lies motionless like a dead fish. Zhi Qiu busies herself washing his face with a towel, while Xue Qing massages the acupoints on his head: "You, who can cure any poison and heal any injury, how come you can't even make seasickness medicine?"
"If I die, ask Zhi Qiu to release the white python in my house. It has been with me for many years, and even if it hasn't done anything meritorious, it has still worked hard," Bai Xichen said weakly, his lips pale.
"It's just seasickness, don't leave any last words, it's scary," Xue Qing said helplessly.
"If you're seasick, give Young Master Bai a ginseng slice to suck on," Liu Ying called out from outside the boat, punting it.
Zhi Qiu immediately pulled a white bottle from Bai Xichen's arms and took out a ginseng slice from it: "Young master, open your mouth, I..." He had only said a few words when Zhi Qiu's voice suddenly turned into a male voice.
Zhi Qiu covered her mouth in horror, Xue Qing was stunned, and even Liu Ying put down her oars and came into the house.
"I...I..." Zhi Qiu said in a panic, still in the voice of a young boy.
Bai Xichen sighed, "I didn't expect to be away from the Underworld for so long. The voice-changing drug has worn off."
"Voice changing?"
Zhi Qiu lowered her head: "I am actually a man."
Xue Qing's expression remained blank. She stood up, walked to Zhi Qiu, and reached out to touch his chest. It was flat. She felt too embarrassed to touch other parts of his body.
"You're a man!" Xue Qing shouted.
"Here's what happened. The young master bought me when I was four years old, but he always wanted a maid. When he brought me home, he found out I was a boy. He couldn't bear to throw me away, so he gave me a potion to make my voice high-pitched and made me serve him as a maid," Zhi Qiu quickly explained to prevent Xue Qing from going berserk.
"Bai Xichen, so you're a beast in human form, with a taste for this kind of thing." Xue Qing glanced sideways at Bai Xichen lying on the wooden board.
“…I think you’re overthinking it,” Firefly said from behind.
Zhi Qiu was dressed in women's clothing, but her voice was that of a boy, which was extremely awkward. Xue Qing couldn't stand it anymore and found a set of Liu Ying's clothes for Zhi Qiu: "You should change into this set of men's clothing first."
Bai Xichen clung tightly to Zhi Qiu's sleeve, weakly murmuring, "I want a maid, not a servant. I want a maid, not a servant..."
A man with scabbed wounds was rowing the boat, a woman with unhealed burns was fast asleep on the ground, a well-dressed man was lying motionless, seasick, and a boy dressed in women's clothing was leaning against the door keeping watch. This small, dilapidated boat, carrying these four people and emanating a strong smell of mildew, sailed towards the desolate desert.
Once his feet touched the ground, Bai Xichen immediately regained his energy and bid farewell to Xue Qing and Liu Ying, saying, "Miss Xue's injuries are no longer a big problem; just change the wound dressing once a day."
"Aren't you coming with us?" Xue Qing asked.
“I need to return to the Underworld. You can come with me if you wish,” Bai Xichen said.
Xue Qing immediately shook her head like a rattle-drum: "No need."
Bai Xichen smiled and said, "Miss Xue, Young Master Liuying, let's say goodbye here. If fate allows, we will meet again."
"Take care," said Liuying.
Bai Xichen was unaware that what awaited him in the Netherworld was a chilling rage.
In the Netherworld, Yan Ming, who had been guarding Nangong Luoluo's side for several days, had not left. Bai Xichen was not present, and other doctors had been brought in to examine her, but they could only control the effects of the poison; no one could fundamentally remove the poison from Nangong Luoluo's body. Lying on the bed, Nangong Luoluo appeared to be asleep, but her pale face and bluish-purple lips were a worrying sight.
Yan Ming held Nangong Luoluo's hand in his and muttered to himself, "You already know, you must already know. Why didn't you just find a sword and stab me directly? Why did you have to use this method to retaliate against me? You've always been so stupid, but this time you were extremely clever and found my weakness."
One of the twin maids knelt down at the door and reported, "Master, the Lord of Heaven has returned."
Yan Ming clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and said coldly, "Bring him in."
Because of the rarity of divine healers in the world, Bai Xichen had always been treated with courtesy in the Underworld. This was the first time he had been treated so rudely. Several guards from the Underworld escorted him and Zhi Qiu to Nangong Luoluo's room. Yan Ming had his back to them. Although Bai Xichen did not know martial arts, he could feel the murderous aura emanating from Yan Ming.
Zhi Qiu was already terrified, but Bai Xichen's face remained expressionless: "Miss Nangong has been poisoned."
Yan Ming remained silent, and Bai Xichen said again, "I can cure this poison."
Yan Ming waved his hand coldly: "Let him go."
After parting ways with Bai Xichen and Zhi Qiu, Liu Ying asked Xue Qing, "Where do you want to go?"
"Does that mean you'll follow me wherever I go?" Xue Qing countered.
Firefly smiled: "What do you think?"
Xue Qing took his hand: "I do have a place I want to go, but that goal is both clear and not very clear. Yan Ming said that there is also a Ling Shu sword technique. Maybe if I find that sword technique, I can learn how to use Ling Shu."
"Do you know where the sword technique is? It might have been destroyed."
"Perhaps there is still hope. The Ling Shu Sword was sunk into a molten pit a hundred years ago. How could Yan Ming know about the Ling Shu Sword Technique? Who would tell him this for no reason? It is very likely that he has seen this sword technique with his own eyes."
"If he really saw the Ling Shu Sword Technique and didn't destroy it, the technique is very likely hidden somewhere..."
"The Underworld," they said in unison.
"Do you want to go to the Underworld?" Firefly asked.
"No rush, let's heal your injuries first. Didn't you live in the desert when you were little? Is there any place here that you miss?" Xue Qing said.