Chapter Ninety-Three: Able to Hear Spirits and Gods

"Master Chen Dan, if you know how to break the spell, please tell us! We are willing to pay any price!" Su Ye spoke quickly, unable to stand by idly as the Jiang family had shown him immense kindness.

Chen Jiayi grimaced helplessly, straightened up, and declared earnestly, "Please don't say that. If it weren't for all of you today, not only would my Pill House be destroyed, but our lives would be lost as well. Such a great favor—I dare not conceal anything, nor would I ask for any price. The only reason I didn't speak is because I promised the Jiang family head to keep his secret."

Jiang Liuying, frantic, said, "My father has less than three months to live. What secret do you still need to keep for him? Is there anything his own daughter can't know?"

"It’s precisely because he feared you’d find out that he asked me to keep it," Chen Jiayi replied, looking at Jiang Liuying with a touch of pity and sighing, "You needn't worry. There's surely a spirit pill in my furnace that can stabilize your father's injury. Once his condition is secure, you can ask him yourself."

Jiang Liuying clenched her delicate fists, furious yet unable to vent her anger.

Su Ye, calm, asked, "Your furnace was destroyed by me. There shouldn't be any pills inside."

"This is the First Cauldron. It holds the mysteries of heaven and earth. Even if destroyed, the pills remain. I’ve already sent for a Spirit Listener. Once he searches thoroughly, the pills will be found," Chen Jiayi reassured.

At the mention of "Spirit Listener," everyone present instinctively furrowed their brows.

Spirit Listeners are among the rarest professions, gifted with the ability to hear the voices of spirits and the whispers of all mystical things. Sometimes, they can even detect hidden treasures and sacred artifacts. They are, in essence, discoverers of wonders.

In the entire Sheep City, there was only one Spirit Listener.

"You called him here?" Even Ouyang Yunfeng was startled and asked in surprise.

Chen Jiayi sighed, "With the upheaval at Pill House, many treasures were hidden away by Chen Yu and the others. Even the pills in the furnace were secretly stashed. Now that they're dead, I must find them immediately, or further trouble may arise."

Jiang Liuying seemed to recall something and hesitated, "Is it that Night Lingyun who emerged from the ancient tomb, breaking Seven Slaughter, Pole Star, and Greedy Wolf? People call him ‘Breaker of Wolves’."

Su Ye asked, puzzled, "You know of him?"

"Of course! He’s the most charismatic Spirit Listener in Sheep City. Rumor has it that many heiresses, female CEOs, and campus beauties are entangled with him. His reputation is widespread. Only you, always busy cultivating or healing, pay no mind to such things."

Pausing, Jiang Liuying smiled and chided, "Look at you—others can hear spirits, you hear thunder, but he’s surrounded by beautiful admirers everywhere. And you? Still single, probably haven’t even held a girl’s hand!"

As soon as she finished, Jiang Liuying recalled the time at school when she asked Su Ye to pretend to be her boyfriend, and he had kissed her—twice, no less—which had been her first kiss.

Su Ye looked at her face in confusion—how could she be annoyed one moment, shy the next, then angry again, even gritting her teeth fiercely?

"Hey, Liuying, you’re making personal attacks… Ow! Why are you stepping on me for no reason?"

"I’m stepping on you, of course! You pervert! You wolf!" Jiang Liuying’s beautiful face was flush with shame and anger, her pout fierce as a goldfish’s.

Su Ye was in so much pain that he could only stand on one leg; he was genuinely hurt. His feet had already been injured in the furnace, and now with her sudden kick, he really wanted to take off his battered shoes to see if they were swollen.

Ouyang Yunfeng, watching from the side, couldn’t help but chuckle.

Chen Jiayi glanced at Jiang Liuying, who marched out in a huff, and reproached, "Aren’t you going to chase after her?"

"Chase? Why should I chase? Master Jiayi, are there any other alchemists here? This hurts like hell…" Su Ye hissed in pain.

"Hurry, take off your shoes and check. You were burned for so long in the furnace—don’t let anything happen."

Su Ye removed his shoes, only to discover his feet had turned a deep, inky black, the color spreading up to his calves.

Chen Jiayi examined them and said gravely, "This is poison from the pill-fire. How much did you absorb? I’ll give you several medicines—you must take them daily, or your feet will be ruined. And for the next two or three months, refrain from martial arts. Rest well. I’ll also give you several prescriptions for medicinal baths."

Su Ye felt secretly relieved. When he was burned by the pill-fire, his whole body had turned this color, but after he circulated the Yanhuang technique and recited, "Yanhuang myriad, the gate of the mysterious female," the ancient and profound method had forced all the poison down to his feet.

He realized he needed to further comprehend the true meaning of those two lines when he returned.

After taking the medicine and changing into new shoes, Su Ye had just received the pills from Chen Jiayi when he heard a commotion outside.

The uproar was mixed with screams from fighting, loud and alarming.

Su Ye and Ouyang Yunfeng frowned and hurried out.

In the manor, at the shattered site of the pill furnace, several alchemists were writhing on the ground, clearly with broken hands.

At the center stood a strikingly handsome man.

He was nearly two meters tall, with stylish long hair and an expensive pair of glasses. His face was as dazzling as a television star. He casually rotated his wristwatch, glancing at the crowd with a deliberate air.

His clothes were tailored, reminiscent of a tailcoat, but on him, even more dazzling.

He exuded an indescribable charm and powerful self-confidence, as if wherever he stood, he would inevitably become the center of attention.

He was the very embodiment of the phrases "distinguished bearing" and "majestic presence" found in books.

Beside him stood an exceptionally graceful young woman, at the peak of her youthful beauty, shyly brushing dust from his clothes, oblivious to everyone else.

The crowd whispered a name—Night Lingyun.

"Is that Spirit Listener Night Lingyun?" Su Ye frowned slightly, watching Night Lingyun suddenly turn and embrace the graceful woman beside him, lowering his head to kiss her.

The woman blushed, nearly suffocated by his kiss, trying to push him away, whispering, "Stop, people are watching~"

"My woman—what’s there to fear?" Night Lingyun wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, his other hand boldly caressing her, his fingers fully covering the spot, leaving the woman shy and weak, unable to resist as he kissed her in public.

Everyone present felt awkward and looked away.

"Night Lingyun!" Ouyang Yunfeng interrupted in a deep, angry voice.

Only then did Night Lingyun reluctantly release her, slowly letting go, turning his gaze to Jiang Liuying, his voice magnetic, "You invited me, yet had people block my path. Offending me is trivial, but don’t affront my darling. I taught them a lesson; Pill House need not thank me."

Ouyang Yunfeng’s face flushed with anger, but he held himself back, thinking of something.

Chen Jiayi, with a faint, reluctant smile, said, "Some internal issues arose at Pill House today, and our arrangements may have been lacking. Please forgive us. If possible, let’s begin the spirit listening now."

Night Lingyun laughed, "Jiayi, it’s been five months and six days since we last met, and you greet me with such formality? If it weren’t for you inviting me here, I wouldn’t step foot in this heart-breaking place ever again."

He walked over, his gaze lingering on Jiang Liuying, suddenly saying, "I’ve heard that among the thirty-three great families of Sheep City, the most beautiful maiden is from the Jiang family. May I know this lady’s name?"

Before Jiang Liuying could reply, Su Ye stepped forward, blocking her, and said in a deep voice, "I am Su Ye, and she is Jiang Liuying. She’s injured today; what business do you have with her?"

"Oh? Is that so? What a coincidence! My name is Night Lingyun—‘Night’ as well!"

Night Lingyun adjusted his glasses, then fixed his gaze on Su Ye, his tone shifting, "I am also Yu Zhisha’s fiancé!"