Chapter 7: Taibu-sama's body troubles

“Undoubtedly, Diviner Fu Xuan’s luck is exceptionally good.”

Lin Shuo looked at Fu Xuan and smiled, “This scroll is called a Teleportation Scroll. It can instantly transport 24 people to any location they wish, without distance limitations. However, it can only be used once.”

“A Teleportation Scroll, huh.”

Fu Xuan narrowed her eyes. This wondrous item plunged her into deep thought, stirring more than just a wave of sadness.

Her thoughts raced back a hundred years, to the Shuhu Rebellion.

The Abundance Emissary Shuhu led an army to besiege the Jadeite Sky-Boat, and the High-Cloud Quintet fought valiantly but were outmatched.

In that dire moment, Foxian pilot Bai Heng’s Star-skiff flew like an arrow, colliding with the Abundance Emissary’s massive flesh.

The young woman held up the absolute darkness of the “sun,” and the arrogant envoy of the god of life, along with the young woman herself, were crushed into the finest dust.

Once upon a time, the High-Cloud Quintet drank and laughed under the high heavens of Chang’le, believing that the Xianzhou following the Lightward Arrow of the Hunt would endure forever, like the distant Ambrosial Arbor standing between heaven and earth. They never imagined they were merely a tragic melody in the cosmos, erupting in a fierce wail across the boundless universe before swiftly falling silent.

If Bai Heng had possessed such a treasure at that time, could she have escaped safely in the moment before killing Shuhu?

Fu Xuan didn't know what the outcome of that “if” would be, just as she didn't know how to break free from the Matrix of Prescience's peculiar calculations of destiny.

In a trance, she saw her master, the Jade Pavilion Diviner.

“Do you know, after divining the ‘Ten Directions Light Reflection Dharma Realm’ and interpreting the hexagrams, I became certain that my destiny would end by your hand. Yet, I still took you as my disciple, awaiting your succession to become the Diviner of the Jadeite Sky-Boat. Because, all of this is fated.”

Fated? It sounded as if they were still in the Three Calamities Era. It sounded as if she were a rebellious disciple, eager to ascend to the Diviner position and willing to resort to any means to assassinate her master. That scoundrel of a master!

Unwilling to fall into the abyss of fatalism, Fu Xuan disregarded all warnings and, in a manner akin to self-exile, fled the Jade Pavilion to join the Luofu Divination Commission.

A hundred years passed quietly, and war erupted once more.

The Abundance army launched a surprise attack on the Xianzhou Fanghu. The Buli People brought the living stellar body ‘Jidu Mirage,’ an evil entity that plummeted towards Fanghu, threatening to bring utter destruction to all life on it, re-enacting the tragedy of Cang City's demise.

Fu Xuan met Jing Yuan and proposed that she operate the Jadeite Sky-Boat’s primary weapon, the cloud-gazing mirror, to summon the Lightward Arrow of the Hunt and turn the tide. As the sender of the signal, her death would be certain.

But death did not befall Fu Xuan. Only then did she realize that the only person authorized to use the cloud-gazing mirror to interpret the Edict of The Hunt was the Jade Pavilion Diviner herself—meaning, only Fu Xuan’s master.

“Do you know, after divining the ‘Ten Directions Light Reflection Dharma Realm’ and interpreting the hexagrams, I became certain that my destiny would end by your hand.”

Her last meeting with her master and this conversation lingered in Fu Xuan’s mind, unforgettable through countless days and nights.

If she had possessed such a scroll at that time, would she still be able to complain about that old man’s stubbornness and laziness, and mercilessly mock his fatalism, without any psychological burden?

No, never again.

Fu Xuan wouldn't get lost in the concept of “if,” but she understood the significance of this item.

The battle with the Abundance Followerss never ceased. Perhaps, among countless tragedies, a few might successfully transform into cliché comedies of survival?

In the cold universe, this was insignificant. But for an individual Xianzhou native, it was a tangible shift between life and death.

“Hoo~” Fu Xuan exhaled a breath of stale air.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten all of Lin Shuo’s previous impolite behaviors, and even felt an urge to offer a solemn gesture of thanks to the man before her.

Even if, strictly speaking, it was just a commercial transaction.

Lin Shuo watched Fu Xuan’s expression shift between remembrance, grief, and anticipation, and then recalled the character stories he had read countless times before he transmigrated.

He understood Fu Xuan’s feelings as clearly as a mirror. He didn't particularly like these serious matters.

Before Fu Xuan could react, he picked up the pill, brought it closer to her, and said mysteriously.

“Diviner Fu Xuan, I wonder, are you perhaps a little dissatisfied with your physical condition?”

“Physical condition?” Fu Xuan was very puzzled.

What did he mean by that? She was perfectly healthy!

Lin Shuo winked, hinting, “It’s just… well, do you have the trouble of looking down and seeing your feet?”

“Looking down and seeing my feet?” Fu Xuan lowered her head, still confused, “What about it?”

“Oh dear.” Lin Shuo was troubled about how to explain the effects of this pill to Fu Xuan. “It’s just, when you look at Yukong at eye level, do you feel a tiny, tiny bit of inferiority? Uh, just a little, a tiny bit. In my heart, Fu Xuan and Yukong’s bosoms are equally broad.”

“And this pill can make your bosom one size broader.”

After speaking, Lin Shuo had a serious expression and nodded very solemnly.

How could Fu Xuan not understand what he meant? Everyone had to lower their heads when they saw her, and... the breadth of her bosom was a secret sorrow she usually couldn't voice.

She immediately bristled.

“You, how can you be so unrestrained with your words!”

With her small hands on her hips, she was so angry she didn't know what to say, as if even her twin ponytails were slightly perked up in indignation.

This person was too improper. Just when she had finally developed a little respect for him, he managed to instantly pull her out of her emotional state.

And his previous teasing behavior, what on earth was going through his mind?

“Hmph! This Diviner is still young; why would I need such external aid?”

Fu Xuan snorted lightly, turning her head away haughtily.

Lin Shuo smiled, with a hint of mischief, “If that’s the case, then I’ll put it away, alright?”

With that, he made to lock it in the cabinet.

“Stop!” Fu Xuan snapped anxiously, hating Lin Shuo in her heart.

This scoundrel!

Lin Shuo turned back, smiling at Fu Xuan, and raised an eyebrow, “Since this thing is useless, why not let me keep it?”

“Cough, cough.” Fu Xuan cleared her throat. After calming herself, she said, “Even if it’s useless, this pill was found by this Diviner in a trash can. Whether it’s useful or not is all a matter of fate; this Diviner does not insist.”

That was well said, Lin Shuo praised inwardly.

Anyway, the goal of changing her mood had been achieved. To push it further would truly be impolite.

Lin Shuo handed over the Fenglong Pill: “In that case, congratulations, Diviner Fu Xuan.”

“I, this Diviner, would never condescend to take such medicine.” Fu Xuan’s eyes darted about, but her hands swiftly placed the small bottle containing the pill in the safest spot on her person.

Would it really work? It should, right? After all, the handgun’s time-traveling effect had been realized.

A small pill, surely there would be no mistake!

How could she truly not care about such a thing when she claimed not to? After all, Diviner Fu Xuan was also a woman.

Her mind was long mature, but her figure didn't appear mature. Occasionally, when people praised her abilities, they would always look at her figure with a look of regret.

Especially Qingque. Remembering one of her remarks, Fu Xuan would get furious: “Originally, I was also worried about these things. Hey, but Diviner Fu Xuan isn’t much stronger than me, so if I were too strong, how would Diviner Fu Xuan save face?”

That day, Qingque worked overtime until dawn.

But now, she no longer had to worry about these trivial matters. She could hold her head high and live with confidence.

Fu Xuan’s heart fluttered a little, and she tried hard to maintain her composure.

Lin Shuo smiled inwardly, watching her try to hide her joy.

Indeed, this look was much cuter than a somber expression.

Fu Xuan looked at Lin Shuo’s undisguised delight, a hint of suspicion growing in her heart.

He must be thinking something strange again, right?

The continuous teasing had given Fu Xuan a psychological shadow.

But in a moment, she realized.

Wasn't she originally thinking about the Teleportation Scroll?

Could it be... he deliberately joked around to distract her? To prevent her from being too sad?

At this thought, her gaze immediately became scrutinizing, observing Lin Shuo's reaction.

Oh dear, this was bad.

Lin Shuo rubbed his nose. This little loli was truly too clever.

But fortunately, Lin Shuo’s skin was thick enough. He picked up the last item Fu Xuan had taken out.

He said solemnly, “Diviner Fu Xuan. I told you there was something far better than the gaze of a Star God in here. Diviner Fu Xuan’s luck is truly good. This item might even directly change the future of the Xianzhou.”