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The sound of cracking bones echoed continuously, and the energy within Bu surged and flowed like mercury, faintly resembling the roar of a great river rushing endlessly.
In that moment, the pressure on Bu's body suddenly lightened, and the feeling of being bound by energy vanished without a trace. In just that brief instant, he sensed that the Nineteenth Acupoint within him showed signs of loosening.
Although this did not mean he could immediately open another Acupoint, it was clear that a gap had been opened; with just a little more effort, he could easily break through.
"I didn't expect my talent to be quite good. If I continue cultivating at this Speed, perhaps in a few months I will successfully open fifty Acupoints."
Feeling the surging energy within him, Bu stroked his chin, feeling somewhat elated.
"Alright then, since everything is settled, I won't keep you any longer. It's getting late; you should take your two Servants and head back quickly. I don't want Sean Sterling coming here for tea tomorrow morning."
Lange shook his head with a smile that was not quite a smile and waved his hand, signaling Bu to hurry back.
"Old Guy, this farewell will only last until two years later. I hope you’re still alive by then; don’t die too early. I'm still waiting to complete that mysterious task of yours."
As Bu spoke, his mind stirred, and the Crimson Lotus Incarnation quickly shrank down again, transforming into a palm-sized object that he casually stored in his Storage Bracelet.
Hearing Bu's disrespectful words, Lange laughed instead of getting angry and kicked Bu hard, saying irritably, "Get lost! Even if you die, I won't. My lifespan is comparable to that of a dragon turtle."
Bu was kicked far away and laughed as he ran out of the attic. His voice echoed back to Lange's ears from a distance.
"A turtle is more like it; dragon turtle is fine too. See you in two years at Dysia Kingdom."
"This brat," Lange muttered with a laugh as he shook his head and lifted the restrictions of the Holy Mountain's formation, allowing Bu to leave with ease.
Bu descended slowly from the Holy Mountain, buoyed by reverse buoyancy. It was deep night with a biting cold wind; being in mid-winter at such heights made it even more frigid. However, Bu's constitution was not comparable to that of an ordinary person; this level of cold could not faze him.
Until he landed on the ground, Bu sensed the presence of Locke and Ivan, who were waiting for him at the bridge outside the Holy Mountain.
"Master!" Ivan waved his hand and called out as he saw Bu descending from afar, while Locke smiled and watched beside him.
Bu smiled back, feeling good after gaining many benefits from Lange, and he strode through the barrier of the Holy Mountain to join the two.
"Master, you've been gone for quite a while! We were so worried about you. You have no idea how long we waited for you. I almost climbed the mountain with the boss to confront that Old Guy!"
Before getting close, Bu heard Ivan's exaggerated flattery. If someone unfamiliar with Ivan had heard those words, they would instantly hold him in high regard, thinking that a loyal Servant like Ivan was truly rare and one in a million.
Unlike Ivan's fawning antics, Locke relaxed when he saw Bu. He had spent the most time with Bu, enough that sometimes just a glance was enough for him to understand what Bu wanted to express. This understanding built over time allowed him to simply look at Bu with a calm smile, as if to say, "I knew you would be fine."
"Stop with all that nonsense; it's giving me goosebumps. Let's head back now; I have some rewards for you."
Bu kicked Ivan's backside, causing his bony frame to creak; it seemed there wasn't much flesh on him after all.
Upon hearing there were rewards, not only did Ivan perk up, but Locke also smiled broadly. The three of them wasted no time and returned along the same path.
The carriage they arrived in was parked by the roadside, and the two Silverhorn Horses pulling it were quite intelligent. Despite being able to easily break free from their reins due to their strength, they had stayed put all this time without leaving. Even after getting hungry, they snorted a few times when they saw Bu and the others return, as if complaining.
Bu laughed and patted one of the horses on the head before climbing into the carriage. Ivan eagerly took up the reins and positioned himself in front of the carriage.
With a rhythmic clatter of hooves, the carriage rolled along with a rumbling sound as it sped down the official road under the light of two glowing stone lanterns hanging from the canopy.
As Bu and his companions returned along their original route, they remained unaware that several pairs of malicious eyes in the darkness nearby were watching their every move. Meanwhile, far above Holy Mountain, Lange smiled leisurely and murmured to himself: "Little brat, since I invited you here, I might as well see you safely through. I'll make an exception this time and help clear out some pesky fish lurking along your path."
The night wind howled as Lange lightly laughed and pointed at his forehead. In an instant, a strange force swept in all directions. Amidst the rising winds and gathering clouds, a consciousness spread out, forming a figure in mid-air—Lange's consciousness avatar.
As this consciousness avatar, Pu Yi, appeared, it opened its eyes, resembling two bright moons suddenly appearing in the night. Its aura was even more imposing than Lange's own.
"Go ahead and kill everyone except for that old servant of the Arthur Royal Family. I need to convey some information to this generation's Arthur. In Crook Duchy, he cannot act recklessly. As for outside of Crook Duchy, I can't be bothered to interfere. If that brat can't handle even a single member of the Arthur Royal Family, then I've misjudged him."
Lange whispered with a faint smile, his laughter aged and carried away by the night wind, blending into the coolness of the night with a hint of murderous intent. The consciousness avatar floating before him also smiled silently before stepping forward and vanishing without a trace.
This night, marked by Lange's actions, was destined to turn bloody. Even the full moon hanging high in the sky seemed to sense something different and gradually retreated into the depths of the clouds, as if signaling the beginning of a massacre.
Meanwhile, Bu was unaware that a plot initiated by the Arthur Royal Family against him had failed due to Lange's intervention—not only did it fail, but it also resulted in significant losses.
Perhaps it was destined by fate that Bu was favored by the heavens. Even though Lange was reluctant to interfere with the structure of Crook Duchy, he made an exception this time. However, this intervention was merely a warning rather than an actual protection for someone or an attack against a particular force.
After a bumpy ride on Silverhorn Horse, and with the streets deserted at night, Bu and his companions returned to the castle in less than half an hour.
Sean Sterling opened his eyes from meditation upon sensing Bu's return. With his Mental Power probing, he noticed a hint of joy hidden within Bu Mei's aura and realized that Bu must have gained quite a bit without suffering any losses. He then relaxed and returned to his meditation.
Bu was unaware that Sean Sterling had detected him upon returning to the castle. He contemplated whether to visit Sean Sterling to share some details about his journey and inquire about information regarding the Void Temple. However, he soon thought better of it; it was late at night, and he didn't want to disturb anyone's dreams. So he led Locke and another person back to his room discreetly.
As soon as they entered, Amy's gentle voice reached their ears, followed by her graceful figure bowing respectfully towards Bu.
"This was given to me by a guard named Yahan. He was very respectful and asked me to give this to you before leaving," Amy said timidly as she extended her hand to present a scroll entirely woven from golden threads.
"Did Aheng personally deliver this?" Bu squinted his eyes, glanced at the golden scroll, and soon smiled with satisfaction as he calmly accepted it and placed it into the Storage Bracelet.
Looking at Amy's obedient and sensible demeanor, Bu nodded with a smile, then winked at Locke, handing over a colorful potion bottle while Locke looked on in confusion.
"This potion bottle contains a substance called 'Burning.' According to Lange, it seems to be able to dispel the curse of the Kedoran Potion and restore Amy's appearance. You should take it to her and let her try it."
"Huh?" Locke blankly took the bottle that Bu handed over, completely stunned upon hearing "restore Amy's appearance."
Not only him, but Amy, who had been keeping her head down, was now as if struck by lightning, standing foolishly in place, her lips trembling without a word, tears flowing down like unending silver pearls.
"I can do it myself." After a long while, Amy finally seemed to wake from a dream. She bit her lip and took the potion bottle from Locke's hand, forgetting to say even a word of thanks before running into the room, faintly sobbing with joy.
"Master," Locke said excitedly, opening his mouth but unsure what to say.
Bu smiled lightly, patted Locke's shoulder, and said cheerfully, "You've been with me for quite some time now. I don't really like this kind of girlish sentimentality; let's not have that in the future."
"Don't worry, Master. I definitely won't be sentimental; I'm actually looking forward to those benefits you mentioned," Locke was about to nod in agreement when Ivan suddenly jumped out with a flattering smile, rubbing his hands eagerly while looking at Bu.
"I don't like sentimentality either, but I also don't appreciate someone as thick-skinned as you," Bu suddenly pinched Ivan's cheek hard. After pulling for a while, he helplessly realized that this Fellow really had very little skin left; the saying about having no face or skin probably referred to Ivan.
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