Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, but Thunderbolt Taoist Sect

Judging from Lianxiang's words, she had been out for more than two months and had found all the hard-to-find herbs. Only then did she feel at ease to return and carefully consider what could be added appropriately.

Anyway, she didn't expect the man to give up on Miss Li. He definitely wouldn't behave himself in the next hundred days. Lianxiang knew his character and calculated that in a little over three months, he would be terminally ill due to the ghost's yin energy. So she let him experience it firsthand and learn his lesson.

But lessons learned are lessons learned. Lianxiang wouldn't really stand by and watch someone die. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to prepare the medicine. Today, she unexpectedly met Liu Qingyuan and Zhao Shimingdeng, hoping that the two of them could give her some guidance and see if she could improve the medicine she prepared.

As for that Miss Li, she died at the age of fifteen or sixteen and became a ghost. She was probably a tragic figure. Not only could she not control the yin energy, but she probably didn't know the harm that yin energy could cause to mortals. I'm afraid this girl has never properly cultivated. Lianxiang doesn't intend to make things difficult for a little girl who doesn't know anything.

Moreover, Lianxiang is a well-known and capable demon in this area. Before leaving, she inquired and found that there were no evil spirits that sucked in yang energy and harmed people. Therefore, the young lady Li really knew nothing, and the yin energy was probably unintentional.

It was also by chance that Zhao Shimingdeng happened to know medicine, and his concept of yin and yang was rather abstract, so their styles actually matched somewhat.

“If it’s just about restoring the body’s yang energy, what you’ve done is enough. But that young master Sang is, after all, just a mortal. If this continues, it might only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.”

Lianxiang's lover is named Sang Xiao, an ordinary scholar. It's unclear what kind of luck Lianxiang had that made her fall for him. This time, she managed to save him, but if he doesn't change his ways, things will continue like this.

Ultimately, it was because Sang Xiao's mortal body couldn't withstand the Yin energy. Lianxiang understood this and maintained appropriate boundaries in their interactions, but the other Miss Li couldn't. If Sang Xiao didn't sever ties with Miss Li, the Yin energy would continue to erode his body.

"I will have a good talk with them when I go back this time."

Beforehand, Miss Li had already pointed out Lianxiang's identity as a fox spirit, and Lianxiang had also pointed out that Miss Li was a ghost. The two girls already knew some of each other's secrets and told Sang Xiao about them without any hesitation.

But Sang Xiao didn't believe it. He always thought that the two girls were jealous of each other's beauty. He had been fooled by his friend with the story of ghosts coming to his door before and was ridiculed for it. After that, he stopped believing in ghosts turning into beautiful women to come to his door.

This is why, when Lianxiang first knocked on Sang Xiao's door, he welcomed her in so readily, and that's why they developed such a relationship afterward.

“I set this hundred days so that he would learn a lesson. Now there is still a month left. Does the Immortal Master have any way to improve the situation? If you can tell me, Lianxiang will definitely repay you.”

"You'd better talk to that Miss Li about these things."

What caused Sang Xiao's health to deteriorate was the extremely heavy yin energy on Miss Li. Knowing that Lianxiang was still there, Miss Li was still willing to meet with Sang Xiao every night, so she was probably not someone who could be persuaded to leave.

Liu Qingyuan: I feel like something's off, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

There are two most effective solutions. One is to have Sang Xiao break off her relationship with Miss Li. Without the clash of ghostly yin energy, and with Lianxiang's medical skills, the person will naturally no longer get sick.

However, Liu Qingyuan knew the original plot, and this option was basically impossible to achieve.

The second approach is to start with Sang Xiao. Either find some thousand-year-old spiritual herbs to boost his resistance so that the yin energy can't harm him, or have Sang Xiao become a monk or nun, whether it's a Taoist or Buddhist sect, as long as he can cultivate to the point where he's not afraid of yin energy.

These two methods are theoretically the most effective in addressing the root cause, but they are both very difficult to implement. In fact, according to the original plot, Lianxiang didn't need to worry about this happening again, because not long after the three of them talked it out, Miss Li was no longer a ghost.

However, he couldn't say these things directly, because the other party might not believe them anyway. As long as Lianxiang knew that Sang Xiao would no longer get sick from yin energy, that would be enough.

Zhao Shiming pointed out areas for improvement in Lianxiang's prescription, but these areas required relatively rare herbs. Lianxiang had a busy month ahead of her, so she expressed her gratitude and left in a hurry.

Through their conversation, Liu Qingyuan discovered that the young female ghost they had seen earlier was probably the Miss Li. It was nighttime when she was heading into the city, presumably to find Sang Xiao.

Upon careful reflection, it became clear that the other party did not possess much skill; they were afraid of sunlight, and even more afraid of him and the World-Illuminating Lamp.

Unexpectedly, this city is so wonderful. Liu Qingyuan should keep an eye on this place. He has already figured out the town where he landed. The friendship between Lu Pan and Zhu Erdan has just begun. It is still a long way from him giving Zhu Erdan a heart transplant. He can relax and enjoy himself here.

Anyway, the two sides aren't far apart, so he can take care of either side if something happens. Of course, this is calculated based on the speed of a pre-natal human. For an ordinary person to make a round trip, the time unit is days.

He didn't go to places further away.

……

Under the blue sky, with its vast expanse of sea and sky, this should have been a breathtaking view, but at this moment, the people on the ship had no mood to appreciate it.

"All the compasses have failed me. Could it be that the heavens are going to destroy me...?"

At the bow of the ship, a young man leaned against something, his face full of worry.

This was an extremely handsome young man with bright eyes and white teeth, and a dashing demeanor. Even though he looked somewhat sad and haggard at the moment, it did not affect his good looks.

The young man was named Ma Ji, a legendary figure in his hometown. He was his father's youngest son, born when the family business suddenly flourished, and the Ma family quickly became a well-known wealthy merchant in the area. Ma Ji became the young master of the town.

As he grew up, Ma Ji was extremely popular from a young age because of his outstanding appearance. He was loved by both men and women and young and old. What was even more enviable was that he passed the imperial examination at the age of fourteen and became a scholar. His life experience was like something out of a storybook.

A fourteen-year-old scholar is extraordinary. If he continues on this trajectory, he is destined to become a brilliant top scholar with a promising future.

As mentioned earlier, Ma Ji was enjoying great success, but his father was getting old. Old Master Ma felt that he had only had one son in all his years of life, and if he were to take the imperial examinations, there would be no one to inherit the family business. Old Master Feng couldn't bear to give up such a large family business.

In the end, Ma Ji's official career didn't take off, and he was dragged back by his own father to take over the Ma family business.

A smart person is smart no matter where they are. Ma Ji did not enter the officialdom, but quickly made a name for himself in business. A few days ago, he took over an overseas business and boarded a ship to go to sea.

This wouldn't have been a problem. He had been to sea for business a few times and was quite familiar with the area. But this time, the sea was acting like a tantrum, suddenly whipping up a gale. The waves tossed the boat around like a cook practicing flipping a wok, and several times Ma Ji felt the boat was about to capsize.

The sea was battered by a relentless gale, and the waves tossed Ma Ji's ship around for three days and three nights. Even those who weren't usually seasick were thrown up by the monstrous waves.

When the waves finally subsided, they found that the ship had been tossed to a completely unfamiliar sea. Not only that, everything on board that could be used to determine direction had stopped working, and there wasn't a single seabird in the sky, let alone any way to call for help.

After years of smooth sailing, this was the first time in Ma Ji's life that he felt utterly helpless, with no one to turn to for help. The sea was vast and boundless; how could he possibly get back?

"call--"

As if things weren't going to go wrong, just when Ma Ji was feeling down, another storm arose, with howling winds and dark clouds gathering in the sky.

"Again?!"

He was already worn down by the waves, and the thought of dying at sea at such a young age, with all his talent and learning but no chance to make a name for himself, was about to come to an abrupt end.

He thought of his parents, who were getting old and hoping he would take over the family business. He hadn't even had a chance to be filial to them, and now he was going to have to bury his son, and even worse, because he had perished at sea, his parents wouldn't even be able to see his body. And then there was his wife, whom he had only recently married, who would soon be a widow…

Thinking of all this, and listening to the howling wind rushing past his ears, which was even more ferocious than the previous three days, with the seawater even splashing onto Ma Ji's face, he knew that his life was coming to an end and could not help but feel grief.

The salty seawater blinded Ma Ji, and the swaying of the boat made it impossible for him to stand. He could only lower his head and grab onto the support around him, searching for a glimmer of hope in the raging wind and waves.

He couldn't lift his head or open his eyes, so naturally he couldn't see a figure appearing above him.

Yes, above the horses and boats, in the midst of the raging winds and towering waves, there was a figure.

"The wind direction is abnormal, and other forces are mixed in with the sea; it is not of natural origin."

The Heavenly Fan stood in mid-air, unharmed by the howling wind and waves. Even amidst the mingling of the waves and rain, not a single corner of his clothing got wet.

“I have no intention of interfering in worldly affairs, but…”

At this point, he glanced down at the ship swaying in the sea. Logically speaking, after three days and three nights of turbulence, Ma Ji should have been sent directly to the Rakshasa Kingdom, and shouldn't have had to go through this again.

"To stand by and watch someone die is not my style."

After saying this, Tian Shanzi reached to his waist and took down the Dao Feng Tian Shan hanging on his belt. This item was small and exquisite, no bigger than the palm of his hand. After being taken down, it quickly grew larger in the air, becoming a giant fan several times larger than a person.

"Dao Feng Tian Bo".

Ma Ji heard other people talking, but in the storm, who else could it be but himself, the unlucky fellow? Moreover, he was using all his strength to maintain his balance so as not to be overturned, yet the voices of the people speaking were perfectly calm, which was simply impossible.

Perhaps he was about to die and was beginning to hallucinate. Ma Ji thought to himself, the seawater soaking his clothes. He struggled to open his eyes, wanting to see the waves that would engulf him before he died. But just as he opened his eyes, another gust of wind blew in, striking the waves in front of him.

He saw streaks of blue light whizzing past his ship; it was strange that such light could appear even under the dense clouds.

The light appeared harmless, but after passing the ship, it merged with the whirlwind, creating an even stronger wind that resembled a tornado. However, it did not disturb the ship at all, instead rushing directly towards the opposite wave.

Amidst the howling wind, the waves were scattered and the dark clouds were blown away. In just a few breaths, the sea breeze stopped, the sea calmed down, the sky brightened again, and the sunlight shone on Ma Ji, as if he had been transported to another world.

He wanted to look up at the sunlight, and just then he saw a figure overhead, along with an extremely large fan that was gradually shrinking until it landed in the figure's hand and disappeared.

The shock of this scene was no less than that of the storm just now. Ma Ji instantly realized that the strange tornado that had just dispersed the dark clouds and gale had saved his life was the giant fan in the other party's hand. If this was not a hallucination he had just experienced on the verge of death, then he had encountered an immortal.

"Fairy..."

It is said that there are immortals living on fairy islands overseas. These stories have been circulating for a long time, but most of them are hearsay or stories that Ma Ji heard on the spot when he was performing with his fellow opera performers. The stories of strange and supernatural beings are fascinating, but no one has ever actually seen them.

Ma Ji felt the person above him look down at him, and then slowly descended, coming to stand in front of Ma Ji.

"Life is but a fleeting existence on a desolate hill, I do not concern myself with worldly affairs, I stand on a cloud-piercing boat shrouded in mist and waves. A single fan holds up the azure sky..."

"Immortal! My benefactor!"

"Stop! Don't go any further!"

Before he could finish reciting the poem, Tian Shanzi regretted coming down. He just thought that given Ma Ji's current state, the probability of him finding the Rakshasa Kingdom was very low, so he floated down, intending to point out a direction and then leave.

It turned out he was wrong. Before the poem was even finished, the man lunged straight forward at such speed that Tian Shanzi almost swatted him away with another blow.

With this much energy, he could easily go to the Rakshasa Kingdom.

"Standing there is enough; I have no intention of forming deep friendships with anyone."

"But my benefactor..."

He was so excited that he wanted to rush over and kowtow three times before he could even see what the person looked like. Now that the person had stopped him, he had time to take a good look at the immortal who had saved him.

The first thing that catches the eye is the various shades of blue: sky blue, sea blue, like a clear blue sky under a sunny day, with the embellishment of the deep sea. The clothes are gorgeous, with a tall crown on the head, and the style of the clothes is something Ma Ji has never seen before.

Whether it was due to the surrounding environment or not, the other person's smooth silver hair had a very light bluish sheen, and his appearance was extremely handsome, even making Ma Ji, who had been praised since childhood, feel somewhat inferior.

The name "immortal from overseas" was the only explanation that Ma Ji could find in the other person, not only because the other person saved him and dispersed the raging wind, but also because of the other person's extraordinary appearance.

"I was passing by and noticed something strange about this place. The waves are unusual this time, and you have only suffered an undeserved misfortune..."

"This humble centaur thanks the immortal for saving my life! Immortal..."

"!"

Seeing the person in front of him take a few more steps forward, Tian Shanzi moved backward and in the blink of an eye, he was already a short distance away from the ship. Ma Ji stood on the ship, while he himself stood on the sea.

Tian Shanzi told himself to hold back. This was just an ordinary person, whose mortal body couldn't withstand a single blow from his fan. He quickly finished explaining the direction of the Rakshasa Kingdom and left.

Once they retreated to a safe distance, Tian Shanzi felt comfortable, but Ma Ji was completely bewildered. He came from a wealthy family and was the youngest son of his parents, so he was pampered from childhood. Because of his outstanding appearance, he was popular with both men and women. Ma Ji passed the imperial examination, attended poetry gatherings with scholars, performed on stage with Peking Opera disciples, and was the center of attention. After starting his business, he chatted with all sorts of people. This was the first time he had encountered a situation where if he took one step forward, the other person would take three steps back.

In short, Ma Ji is a complete social butterfly, and he's showing signs of developing into a social terrorist. He encounters an immortal and is even saved by the immortal's magic. At this moment, he can't wait to rush up and kowtow three times and then hold the immortal's hand to express his gratitude with tears streaming down his face.

Ke Tian Shan Zi is truly socially awkward. Forget about being forced to kneel and kowtow to others; he just wants to leave as soon as possible.

"The anomaly here has been resolved, and the compass can be used again. There is a sea kingdom to the east; you can go there to seek help. It was nothing more than a small favor; there's no need to thank me. Farewell."

After Tian Shanzi finished speaking, the sea, which had returned to calm, was stirred up again. This time, it was not a terrible howling wind, but just a gentle breeze. The strange immortal in front of him disappeared with the wind, and only Ma Ji and his ship remained on the sea.

After rearranging it, Ma Ji found that he could really tell directions. Following the instructions of the Heavenly Fan, he drove eastward and actually arrived at a piece of land.

Since his business trip was from the East China Sea to overseas, Ma Ji knew that this land could not be his country. With the appearance of immortals pointing the way, he landed with the hope that it might be an overseas fairy island, but was greatly disappointed as soon as he entered the city.

Rather than being disappointed, Ma Ji was probably more frightened. He found that the residents here all had strange appearances, each one more frightening than the last.

At first glance, some people have incredibly large nostrils, making them look like they have three mouths from a distance; others have exaggeratedly prominent chins that not only extend far above their faces but also curve upwards. These people's appearances cannot be described as simply ugly or deformed; any one of them would be astonishing.

Just as Ma Ji thought he had fallen into a demon's den and wanted to leave quickly, the surrounding residents were even more afraid of him than he was, as if they had seen a ghost. Before Ma Ji could make a move, they scattered in terror, shouting, "The monster is coming!" The once bustling street was deserted in the blink of an eye.

Hearing that there was a monster, Ma Ji was also afraid. He had just been rescued and did not want to face danger again, so he ran after them. Although he did not see where the monster the residents were talking about was, he even thought that these residents looked no different from monsters.

As he ran, Ma Ji realized something was wrong. He had heard that there was a monster and wanted to find a place to hide. But wherever he ran, the residents would shout that there was a monster and run away. This happened several times, and Ma Ji finally understood.

So he's a monster after all?!