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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter 41: The Taoist Old Man Faints in the Bathroom (Bonus for Mother's Day)
At the command of the Fat Lady, a mountain dweller next to her splashed the prepared substance at Kong Xuan. Shu Que Wu Pan
Tang Zisu's first reaction upon seeing the large red mass was that she was about to be smeared with menstrual blood. Almost instinctively, she shielded Kong Xuan with her body.
Kong Xuan wrapped one arm around Tang Zisu and raised his other hand, creating a barrier of air in front of them that deflected the substance back, leaving it all smeared on Fat Lady's face.
Roaring with laughter, black dog blood! Using this stuff against an Ancient Demon God, the Taoist Old Man was practically fainting in the bathroom!
With her face covered in the foul-smelling dog blood, Fat Lady rolled her eyes and fainted.
The servants saw that both their master and mistress were out cold—no, they were just fainted—and one of them, trying to approach while playing a tune on his instrument, was scared back by a furious shout from Lang Ye, who told him to run for it while covering his head.
One bold servant even turned back to shout, "You wait!"
Wait for your mother! Watch your step, there’s a seven-lifetime grudge ghost right beneath your left foot with its mouth wide open!
The two lying down and the pool of dog blood made Tang Zisu's head ache greatly: "This is all some Divine Horse business. What are we going to do next?"
Kong Xuan immediately retorted, "Are you blaming me?"
What the hell did I say? Goddess, you can't be serious. A sensitive and suspicious glass heart will only bring you down; bad attitude, hmph, that's a low rating.
Lang Ye watched the changing expressions on their faces with great interest, thinking to himself, hurry up and argue; he loved seeing Birdman angry and frantic. Such chaos was delightful.
The usually quiet Softy quickly tried to mediate: "Everyone stop arguing. You can't blame Zhang Dahu and his wife for being clueless. Right now, Zhang Ermao and his six subordinates are trapped in Peacock Mountain, their souls have already left their bodies. If we don't act soon, their corpses will be devoured by wild beasts."
Everyone's gaze suddenly fell on Softy, who felt a bit embarrassed. She rubbed the hem of her clothes, her face turning bright red, but still bravely said, "Trust me, they really aren't dead."
Tang Zisu exclaimed, "How do you know?"
"He told me," Softy pointed at the burning incense candle.
"Who? Who? I can't see anyone!" Tang Zisu looked around, seeing only the two lying on the ground along with her and Kong Xuan and Ahei.
Kong Xuan grabbed her sleeve. "You can't see it; Softy has Yin-Yang eyes."
Yin-Yang eyes? Young man, can we not be so mystical?
At that moment, Lang Ye let out a low growl towards the light of the lamp, his tall figure blocking Softy.
Tang Zisu felt a chill creeping into her pores. "Can you all see it?"
Softy's clear eyes were fixed on the lamp's light as she softly said, "Ahei, don't be nervous. It means no harm; it's just a Lampwick Sprite. It wants us to hurry and find someone; if we wait any longer, it will be too late."
Upon hearing this, Tang Zisu realized the seriousness of the situation. She bit her lip and said she would go call for help but was grabbed by Kong Xuan by the wrist.
"It's too late. Let Softy go find the village chief first; we need to take Ahei away."
"But it's pitch dark on Peacock Mountain with fog everywhere; it's not safe for just us."
"Tang Zisu, aren't you the High Priestess? This situation is suspicious. If you keep hesitating, how will the villagers worship and honor you?"
The goddess truly didn't seem to realize she had such a strong sense of personal heroism. However, experience tells us that being overly proud doesn't work; unity is indeed powerful.
Tang Zisu looked at Softy for help, but to her surprise, Softy agreed with Kong Xuan's words. She leaned close to Lang Ye's ear and said, "Ahei, you need to protect the High Priestess well. I'm going to find the clan leader."
"But, but we don't know the way! What should we do?" Tang Zisu kept trying to find a reason to stay.
"Don't worry, Ahei remembers Zhang Ermao's scent; he will definitely be able to find it," Kong Xuan said as she tied Tang Zisu's cloak properly and pulled her outside.
Tang Zisu was speechless, wondering who was really unreliable here; Ahei certainly didn't seem dependable.
Dare to say I'm unreliable? I'll throw you into a snake pit in the mountains.
Suddenly, Tang Zisu heard a deep and cold male voice echoing in her ears. She looked around but saw no one else, frightened, she tightened her cloak until it almost pressed against Kong Xuan.
"Tang Zisu, don't be afraid. I will protect you."
The night was as if soaked in thick ink, and the wind howled through the treetops with a mournful sound. Tang Zisu helplessly grasped Kong Xuan's hand; his palm had a thin callus that made her feel secure.
Kong Xuan smiled slightly and said, "Tang Zisu, what do you see over there?"
Tang Zisu turned her back and followed Kong Xuan's finger to look. Just then, Kong Xuan quickly struck the back of Tang Zisu's neck, and she felt darkness envelop her before she fainted.
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