"Where the heck is this Mount Youfu anyway!" Bai Ling plopped down on a withered tree branch, facing the vast green forest, and let out a wail.
She fished out the purple seashell hanging from her waist, "Old Seashell, I can't find the way, I don't want to go anymore."
The purple seashell opened and closed, sighing, "Little master, going to Mount Youfu after transforming to pay respects to the Heavenly Sage as your teacher was your late master's dying wish, you must go."
Bai Ling nearly kowtowed to this Old Seashell. She ranted, "Old Seashell, listen, it's not that I don't want to find that whatever Mount Youfu, to pay respects to that whatever god, it's that I really can't find the way. I've been wandering in this damn forest for half a month without getting out, I haven't even seen a single person, I'm going crazy!"
The Old Seashell fell into silence at her words. His little master Bai Ling was the little princess of the White Dragon clan, the last remaining white dragon in this world. When the White Dragon clan was wiped out back then, only the youngest princess was still in her egg and unhatched, hidden by the old clan leader in the Luoshui Spirit Cave, and thus preserved.
As the most loyal servant of the White Dragon clan, he had always shouldered the responsibility of caring for the dragon egg princess. After waiting so long for the dragon egg to hatch, for the little princess to transform from dragon to human form, somehow, he felt the little princess was quite different from what he imagined.
In his imagination, the newly born little princess should have been an innocent, kind and adorable little girl, speaking in a soft and sweet voice, not like now--
Bai Ling took off her white boots, grabbed the shoe opening and turned it upside down. After shaking out two pebbles, she threw the shoe on the ground and grumbled under her breath, "Damn finding a teacher, can't find the way, can't find anyone, motherfucker."
Old Seashell: "..." Although her voice was indeed soft and sweet, why did her tone sound so wrong no matter how he listened to it? Old master, I have failed you, I didn't teach the little princess well!
"Old man seashell, come up with a plan, what should we do now?" Bai Ling tossed the purple seashell in her hand, "Anyway, my dad is dead, he can't see whether I went to pay respects to the teacher or not, let's just forget about going."
She didn't want to go in the first place. If it weren't for Old Seashell nagging her every day until her head hurt, she wouldn't have left the Luoshui territory at all.
Her sense of direction was bad in her previous life, and it was just as bad in this life as a dragon. Without a map, only told to head southeast, she got lost as she walked, not even knowing which remote corner she ended up in now.
Old Seashell was still trying to struggle, using a coaxing tone as if talking to a child, "Little master, maybe we're almost there. Otherwise, you can transform into dragon form and fly over, we'll get there very quickly if we fly."
Bai Ling covered her face. That's right, she could transform into dragon form, and dragons could fly, but she couldn't, because she was afraid of heights. Can you believe it?
Her acrophobia didn't improve one bit after becoming a dragon, it even got worse. The first time she flew in dragon form, looking at the water surface below, her entire body and four claws went limp, feeling dizzy and nauseous, wanting to vomit. Later she directly plopped into the water with a splash and refused to fly again. When in dragon form, she would only walk.
Thank goodness dragons had claws, otherwise she could only crawl on the ground like a snake.
"Old Seashell, give it up, I won't fly even if I'm trapped here to death."
Old Seashell was deeply distressed. As the last dragon of the White Dragon clan, his little master had such beautiful scales and a sleek figure, yet couldn't fly! Could a dragon that couldn't fly still be called a dragon? He had been agonizing over this question 800 times already, but alas, to no avail.
The dragon and seashell fell into silence.
Suddenly, a human figure flashed by in the forest. A person?! Bai Ling caught a glimpse of that figure and instantly perked up. "Old Seashell look, there's a person over there!" She bounced up and excitedly chased after them.
She walked with light, soundless steps, and the grass and trees in the forest automatically parted for her due to the aura around her body. She quickly caught up to the figure in front.
It indeed looked like a person, just hunched over, wearing tattered rags like a burlap sack, with messy hair, looking dirty all over. If you didn't look carefully, you might mistake him for some wild beast in the forest. He seemed very flustered, not paying any attention to his surroundings, just keeping his head down and plunging into the forest, as if being chased by something terrifying.
Bai Ling called out to him, "Hey, big brother up ahead, wait a sec!"
That figure was startled by the sudden voice, stumbled, and tumbled into a thorn bush.
Bai Ling didn't expect him to react so strongly. She quickly ran over to help rescue him from the thorns. Just from being pricked by the thorns, the guy's appearance looked even worse, with scratches on his head, face and hands. Bai Ling dragged him out and took a careful look, discovering that this fellow really had a very unique appearance.
Half of his face had tumor-like patterns, squeezing one of his eyes together. Even more frightening was his upper lip - the part extending down to under his nose was missing, exposing his teeth, very strange.
If it were an ordinary person, they might scream upon seeing him, but Bai Ling didn't. There were a few little monsters back in Luoshui who failed to transform properly, looking very odd, so she was used to seeing such things.
"Are you alright?" Bai Ling asked out of humanitarian concern. But the fellow just stood there dazed, staring at her blankly, his eyeballs not even moving. After a long while, he suddenly plopped down on his knees with a thud, kowtowing to her non-stop, wailing and sobbing, "Immortal, please, please save me, please...tell me, why do I have to live in this world...please..."
His surname was Lu, called Linsheng*, because his mother gave birth to him in the forest.
*T/N: Lin = Forest; Sheng = Born.
The Peng Village at the foot of the mountain had a few dozen households, all surnamed Peng, only he alone was surnamed Lu, because his mother was a wife bought from somewhere by an old drunkard in the village. But a few days after buying her, the old drunkard fell into the water and died.
Madam Lu became a widow, with no one to rely on in the village, bullied by everyone. Lu Linsheng was the product of someone taking advantage of Madam Lu.
When he was just born, he already looked this ugly. Anyone who saw him said, "That looks just like a monster, could Madam Lu have given birth to a freak, how scary."
Madam Lu died later, and Lu Linsheng grew up alone in that broken house. No one in the village took care of him, so he followed a few dogs in the village to scavenge for food, even sneaking into people's pig pens to steal pig feed, and miraculously grew up like this. He had always been the target of others' wanton ridicule and bullying.
From a little child who only knew the hunger in his stomach and wanted to eat, he grew into a young man who understood what humiliation was. He was in unbearable pain because he could not escape those wanton ridicule and scolding. Having grown up eating pig and dog food, he could only live like a pig or a dog.
Pain and resentment filled him. Every time he was beaten and scolded by those young people in the village with glee, he wished he could kill them. But he dared not. Having grown up being beaten since childhood, faced with those fists and feet, he would instinctively feel afraid and could only curl up into a ball and wait for them to finish beating him.
He thought life would go on like this forever, but last night, he killed someone. Peng Youfu, the youngest son of Fourth Auntie Peng in the village, was one of the people who liked to bully him the most. He had used stones to break his nose bridge, knock out his teeth, and had even kicked him into a pond, using a bamboo pole to hit his head, almost drowning him. When he was in a bad mood, he would beat him up as soon as he saw him to vent his anger.
Yesterday, Peng Youfu drank some wine and staggered past his small house. He had rarely begged for some food, but Peng Youfu came over, stepped on his food with one foot, and laughed while kicking his stomach hard.
"An ugly thing like you, do you deserve to be human, do you deserve to eat what people eat?"
He said he was not fit to be human, but are 'humans' something good?
Lu Linsheng didn't know what happened. He only felt his mind go blank. When he came back to his senses, he had already beaten Peng Youfu to death with a firewood stick beside him. Red and white things flowed out of his broken head. The person who had just been laughing and kicking him lay on the ground without making a sound.
He had killed someone. Lu Linsheng revealed a terrifying smile mixed with horror and exhilaration, looking as scary as a demon on his face. He was terrified, but also happy.
Trembling, he dragged the corpse into the mountains under the cover of night, walking deep into the mountains. He had to find a place to bury this corpse. He could not be discovered by anyone. As long as no one found out that he had killed someone, he would be fine.
Yes, nothing would happen. No one would know that he had killed someone.
He arrived deep in the mountains and buried the corpse in a large pit. His body was covered in dirt, his hands full of mud. When he was about to return to the village, an overwhelming fear enveloped him in hindsight, and he walked forward in a daze, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Until a clear voice called out to him, he shuddered and fell into a thorn bush. When he came out of the thorn bush and saw clearly the person who had called out to him, Lu Linsheng was stunned.
He had never seen such a beautiful person. Even the county magistrate's daughter whom he had seen from afar once in the county town could not compare to a bit of the woman in front of him.
Her eyes were clean and clear, her skin as white as snow. She wore a pure white dress with silver patterns that emitted a hazy glow under the sunlight. Her entire being was glowing, as if she was... as if she was an immortal that did not exist in the human world.
Is she an immortal? Lu Linsheng thought, she must be an immortal, and immortals know everything. She must know that he had killed someone.
Fear, dread, and an indescribable resentment and unwillingness suppressed in his heart overwhelmed him, causing him to kneel on the ground and wail loudly. He didn't know what he wanted to say.
Bai Ling, who didn't know the backstory, was almost scared to death by the wailing big brother in front of her. What's going on, tears and snot flying everywhere, crying so miserably.
She was a bit dazed and could only squat down, taking out a handkerchief to help wipe his tears. "Um, wipe your tears first, and let's talk properly, okay?"
After a while, Lu Linsheng stopped crying and knelt on the ground, staring at Bai Ling with a dazed look.
"You... you're not an immortal?"
"No." Just a dragon.
"You, then, then why are you here, no no, what are your orders?"
Quite on point, brother. Bai Ling immediately said, "I want to ask for directions. I'm lost here. Can you lead me out?"
Lu Linsheng lowered his head, not daring to look at her, covering half of his face in shame, nodding and agreeing repeatedly, "Okay... okay, I'll lead you out."
They walked one in front and one behind in the mountains. Old Seashell whispered to Bai Ling, "Little master, be careful. There are many bad people among humans. Maybe seeing that you are good-looking, they will do something bad."
Bai Ling, "If he's a bad guy, I'll turn into a long strip and scare this turtle grandson to death on the spot."
However, Lu Linsheng led her out of that old forest all the way. When she saw the cooking smoke at the foot of the mountain, Bai Ling cheered excitedly, "Thank you, big brother, you are really a good person!"
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