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"May I ask, Ms. Wei, what is the difference between this contract method and the technique of resurrection?"
At these words, I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "The Ghost General is still dead; he has not been resurrected." This should be quite obvious, right?
"Even so, does not a dead person who is indistinguishable from the living transcend the boundary between life and death?"
"He is dead. Regardless of his appearance, he is ultimately still dead." I emphasized calmly. "I believe that unless one is truly resurrected, it cannot be considered transcending life and death."
Lan Qiren's brows suddenly furrowed deeply, clearly not in agreement with my argument.
"Do you know how many cultivators have strayed from their paths since the Yiling Patriarch established demon arts, practicing his methods of manipulating corpses and causing unrest among the living and the dead? Moreover, your technique goes beyond mere control of puppets; it can be said to surpass that. If in the future someone with ill intentions learns to manipulate this, would it not mean that everyone need not fear death? They could simply find a living person to form a contract with and continue to exist in this world? Would that not blur the lines between life and death? How can you still say this does not transcend the boundary between life and death?"
This really was a conflation of concepts… I met his gaze fearlessly, silently organizing my responses in my mind.
Well, as per usual practice, I should probably issue a precautionary statement first.
"I'm sorry; I'm not very familiar with the etiquette of debate. If I offend in any way during our conversation, please bear with me." I smiled lightly. "Firstly, the demon arts created by the Yiling Patriarch have nothing to do with me; furthermore, the ultimate purpose of forming contracts is to provide those who linger in this world due to their obsessions with a forced opportunity for closure. One life can only form one contract; returning to dust is merely a matter of time—how can there be talk of blurring life and death? And thirdly—" I sighed in exasperation. "There are many restrictions on forming contracts; it’s not something anyone can just do at will. I don’t have the ability to help anyone form contracts casually. As if I had nothing better to do!"
"Then what if one day someone with ulterior motives learns this technique secretly and uses it to cause chaos in the world?"
Hmm, this question clearly has a pointed implication…
"That is absolutely impossible," I replied.
Perhaps my tone was too firm; Lan Qiren looked taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"
"This technique has its peculiarities; it cannot be learned unless personally taught by the Master."
Ha, what a joke! I am a bona fide cheat! It's not something you can just mimic at will, even someone as clever as the Yiling Patriarch wouldn't be able to pull it off. After all, our systems are fundamentally different!
Lan Qiren stroked his goatee thoughtfully for a moment.
"I've heard that your Master is currently in seclusion, sealed away in slumber..." Xu Ran spoke up, "I wonder where this so-called otherworld is located?"
"Uncle..." Lan Wangji, who had been silently listening beside him, suddenly wanted to say something but was stopped by a raised hand.
"Logically speaking, whether it's through sealing barriers or creating illusions, as long as it is a real place, there should be some basis for it," Lan Qiren said.
I met his gaze with a serious expression.
He clearly didn't want me to bluff my way through... No wonder he's known as a stubborn old stickler for facts and evidence.
It seems the usual trick of shifting the blame onto the system won't work this time. Hmm, what should I do now?
After pondering for a moment, I quietly raised my hand and waved it in the air beside me.
"I wonder, Mr. Lan, what can be seen here?" I asked calmly.
Lan Qiren frowned slightly, his tone displeased as he replied, "I consider my eyesight to be fine; I have not yet reached the stage of being blind with age. I wonder what Ms. Wei's question is meant to imply?"
"I can't understand..." I sighed softly, then turned my gaze to the blue sky outside the window. "Then let me ask a different question: at this moment, can Mr. Lan see the stars?"
"It is daytime now; how could one see the stars of the night?" His tone carried a hint of anger, as if he felt mocked.
"Can't see them?" I suddenly pulled my gaze back and looked at him earnestly. "But even if you can't see them, those stars are still there."
"And so what?"
"Not being able to see them doesn't mean they don't exist," I replied.
He couldn't help but puff out his cheeks in frustration, ready to reprimand me, but then seemed to suddenly understand something and calmly asked, "What do you mean by that?"
I gestured with my hands held parallel in the air.
"The so-called otherworld exists alongside our reality; it’s just that both sides cannot perceive each other due to different conditions of time and space." I slowly overlapped my hands. "You asked where the otherworld is located; the answer is actually right in front of you. At this very moment, the place where we stand is both reality and also contains the otherworld. It’s just that due to the differences in realms, we cannot see each other."
Lan Qiren was momentarily speechless, and even Lan Wangji looked on in disbelief, his eyes slightly widened.
"...How can you prove that?"
"My existence is proof," I stated plainly. "However, if Mr. Lan believes I cannot serve as proof, then there’s no way to prove it. After all, not everyone has the ability to open the gates between realms."
Well, this is about as far as I can explain; whether you choose to believe it or not is up to you.
A heavy silence hung in the elegant room.
As the other party remained silent, I couldn't help but try once more to gaze into the void—
Still, there was nothing.
"…So, Ms. Wei, you don’t know how to open the gateway?"
The inability to activate the interface left me feeling inexplicably anxious. Thus, when I heard the question, I couldn't help but reply irritably, "I don’t know, I’m not sure. My master never taught me!" If I had the ability to open a realm on my own, why would I be sitting here obediently listening to your interrogation? I would have long since vanished without a trace!
After speaking, I realized that my attitude seemed inappropriate. I cleared my throat and quickly bowed to Lan Qiren, who looked slightly surprised. "I apologize; I have been disrespectful."
"No…" Lan Qiren gazed at me thoughtfully. "Let’s change the subject. Ms. Wei, it is said that your exorcism techniques are quite unique. Would you mind demonstrating them?"
I looked at him in confusion. "How does sir wish for me to demonstrate?"
Was he merely testing my abilities? Or was he probing for something? Of course, if I could use you as a demonstration, I would guarantee not to hold back! Although it’s a pity that as a Saint Walker, all my spells lack offensive capabilities; I can’t even strike back—how frustrating!
"Coincidentally, an elder recently brought back a batch of Xiong Shi for the disciples to practice on. We can see when it is convenient for Ms. Wei."
I initially intended to feign reluctance and brush him off, but suddenly an idea sparked in my mind, and I couldn't help but slowly curl my lips into a smile—
"Since you are busy with affairs these days, then there’s no time like the present; let’s do it now."
“Wait, Ms. Wei, this matter is not urgent…” Lan Wangji interjected with a hint of disapproval.
“Hanguang Jun, please don’t worry. I’m fine,” I insisted.
Seeing the challenging expression on my face, Lan Qiren furrowed his brows sharply, his gaze turning cold.
“Very well. Wangji, in that case, you will take Ms. Wei to the Netherworld Chamber shortly.”
I had just awakened from a long slumber and was still in a state of weakness, with unstable spiritual energy. It was not the right time to exert myself.
Lan Wangji was concerned about this, which was why he wanted to prevent my reckless actions.
I had thought of this too, which is why I believed that if I acted oblivious and made a mistake, I could feign embarrassment and use my lack of ability as an excuse to leave Yunshen Buzhi. Then I could smoothly return to Wailing Hill and explain to Song Lan that I was sent back due to my poor aptitude.
Killing two birds with one stone!
After all, the demonstration would take place in the Netherworld Chamber. Even if something went wrong, Lan Wangji would be there to handle it immediately, preventing any real consequences.
My plan was flawless; I was absolutely certain that problems would arise!
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