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Wei Ning slowly woke up, realizing that his blind eye was wrapped in thick bandages. A slight movement brought a twinge of pain.
"Don't move around," Wang Tuozi said, stopping Wei Ning's actions with a stern look. "Just lie still." He poured a bowl of medicinal soup from a nearby jar and handed it to Wei Ning. "It's hot."
Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Wang Tuozi, it was clear he hadn't slept well while watching over him. Wei Ning felt a warmth in his heart and said, "Master, you should go rest."
"Hmph, it's none of your business. Just stay put and drink this."
Wei Ning tilted his head back and drank the herbal medicine in one go. Wang Tuozi took the bowl back and said, "In a few days, you can leave. Your mother is anxious—it's almost the New Year, and you haven't gone back to see her. She really has no idea whether you're alive or dead out here. She's called me several times, but I didn't receive any of her calls due to the lack of signal here. I only got her call yesterday when I went to the market to fetch medicine—damn it, that crow's droppings smell terrible."
After finishing his sentence, Wang Tuozi wiped his clothes vigorously as if trying to shake off something unpleasant.
Wei Ning had been worried about his mother. Since there was no phone at home, he had to rely on Aunt Wang at the store to make calls, which meant he didn't contact home often. He hadn't realized he had caused his mother so much worry and couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
"Alright, after you drink the medicine, go back to sleep. For some time now, you should avoid getting up or moving around too much. You need to heal your injuries; otherwise, if your eyes don't recover and you ruin Peng Bai's reputation, you'll be in for it."
In the following days, aside from Peng Bai coming every few days to change Wei Ning's bandages and perform some minor surgeries, Wang Tuozi rarely spoke to him. The three of them spent this awkward time together in silence.
Until one day, Peng Bai came to remove the bandages from Wei Ning.
Yin-Yang Eye, Yin-Yang Eye. Although Wei Ning appeared calm on the surface, turmoil brewed within him. Both Wang Tuozi and Peng Bai had repeatedly emphasized the significance of the Yin-Yang Eye in his ears. This profound ability to perceive yin and yang was something no practitioner could refuse.
Wei Ning couldn't help but think of that woman in white. If it weren't for her, how could he have turned misfortune into fortune and obtained this coveted Yin-Yang Eye that even accomplished masters like Wang Tuozi envied?
Isn't it true that a loss may turn out to be a blessing?
However, the origin of this Yin-Yang Eye remained a thorn in Wei Ning's heart; he needed to ask Qiqi about it when he had the chance.
A glimpse of Qiqi's delicate face flashed by, and Wei Ning felt a tightening in his heart. At that moment, he recalled Peng Bai's words: Qiqi was getting married.
"Sigh," Wei Ning exhaled deeply, dressed in white was Lin Lingsu, while in black was Qiqi.
He didn’t even know what he truly wanted.
Thus, he was conflicted.
Finally, Peng Bai removed the last layer of gauze.
Wei Ning slowly opened his eyes.
As he did, it felt as if the entire world had transformed.
From a distance, the world appeared completely different; if it had once been a black-and-white sketch, now it looked like a vibrant oil painting in Wei Ning's eyes. The colors and layers seemed to multiply a thousandfold. Looking far away, it seemed as if all the trees and leaves had come to life, gently swaying in the breeze and displaying captivating hues.
This sensation could only be truly understood by experiencing it firsthand.
Wei Ning closed his eyes again, immersing himself in the harmonious blend of earth and water, unable to suppress a soft hum of pleasure.
Peng Bai seemed to admire a masterpiece by a great artist, reluctant to part with it. After a long while, he finally uttered slowly, "This is the art I have been pursuing."
Wang Tuozi quietly observed his disciple, who had always kept up with the times and was engrossed in his studies. Unable to contain himself any longer, he finally whispered a single word:
"Perfect."
Wei Ning took the mirror that Peng Bai handed over and discovered that the newly installed Yin-Yang Eye was actually golden, radiating a strangely fierce light, as if it could see through all things in the world. Peng Bai sighed deeply, "This is the Yin-Yang Eye. I never expected there would still be someone in this world capable of mastering such a divine object. It requires immense favor from the heavens. Wei, I hope you can cherish this gift and use it wisely to eliminate evil and uphold justice, thus spreading the reputation of Zhu You."
Since Wei Ning had never visited Peng Bai's "studio," he felt a certain fondness for this eccentric yet carefree old man, especially since he had healed one of Wei Ning's eyes, which was a tremendous favor. He nodded and said, "Senior, your kindness is overwhelming. I have no way to repay you, but I will certainly follow your words today and do my best for Zhu You."
Peng Bai smiled as he stroked his beardless chin and glanced at Wang Tuozi, who was looking at him disdainfully and snorted coldly. With a smug chuckle, he said, "That's the best! That's the best!" He then patted Wei Ning on the shoulder and added, "Your master has something to say to you; I won't linger here any longer," before walking away with a smile.
Once Peng Bai left, Wang Tuozi spoke up, "I think you already know how powerful the Yin-Yang Eye is without me saying much more. However, just how powerful it is remains to be seen. So far, we only know that the Yin-Yang Eye can communicate with spirits, capture ghosts, illuminate the ground, and shoot down demons. It even grants immortality..."
"Immortality?" Wei Ning exclaimed involuntarily. Wang Tuozi shot him an annoyed glance, clearly displeased with Wei Ning's startled reaction. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
Immortality? A wave of excitement surged within Wei Ning. Immortality meant that if he continued to cultivate this eye, he might eventually achieve eternal life?
Wei Ning wasn't particularly seeking immortality; however, it at least suggested that he had a chance to live beyond seven years.
The curse of dying at seven loomed over Wei Ning like a relentless demon that tormented him day and night. This shadow lingered in his heart, refusing to dissipate.
For what is most terrifying in this world is not death itself.
It is knowing when one will inevitably die.
This omnipresent threat of death is what truly terrifies.
Wang Tuozi continued, "However, every advantage comes with a disadvantage. Therefore, it's best to use the Yin-Yang Eye sparingly. Only use it in critical moments; activating the Yin-Yang Eye must be combined with incantations. Although I don’t possess the Yin-Yang Eye myself, I was fortunate enough to learn its incantation when I was young. Today, I will teach it to you. Once you’ve learned it, hurry home this afternoon; your mother has been waiting anxiously."
After Wei Ning learned the spell to open the Yin-Yang Eye from Wang Tuozi, he packed his belongings in the afternoon, preparing to leave. As he began to tidy up Liu Linglang's room, Wang Tuozi stopped him.
"What’s wrong?"
"Nothing... it's just, um, you can leave it here."
"But..."
"What? This demon is already at a critical moment. Without me here to look after it, it could easily vanish."
"But..."
Wang Tuozi snapped, "What? Are you worried that your master will keep Liu Linglang for himself?"
"That's not what I meant..."
"Then what do you mean?" Wang Tuozi waved his hand dismissively and said, "Just leave it with me for now. I'll return it to you later. Your mother is waiting anxiously; hurry back."
Wei Ning realized that asking for Liu Linglang was futile. He took one last reluctant glance at Liu Linglang and left with a heavy heart.
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