Chapter 510: Chapter 510

They were searching for Gengzi’s Soul. What did they want to do?

Such a Fate Diagram, although not unique in the whole world, often brought great wealth and good fortune.

Ji Shaohai’s parents were farmers, and his own academic performance was nothing special, but a chance encounter with a talent scout had propelled him into the entertainment industry, where he skyrocketed to fame and thus became worthy of Wen Yi’s attention.

While he felt stifled living with the Wen Family, he could still be considered wealthy and noble.

And the soul of such a person carried some Qi Fortune, not something ordinary people could match.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

Chu Yan furrowed his brows, his eyes filling with a deeper chill.

At this time, his phone buzzed with a notification.

It was a text from Qin Zhao to Chu Yan.

She wanted to have some seafood porridge and texted him asking how to make it.

Chu Yan’s seafood porridge was particularly delicious, even better than what a head chef of a high-end restaurant could make.

Having grown used to the taste of his seafood porridge, Qin Zhao found all others unpalatable.

Chu Yan saw the text but didn’t reply immediately.

After a moment of thought, he said to Black and White Impermanence, "You two stay in Red Mountain Town for now and communicate with the local Netherworld Envoys and ghosts to find out more about Zheng’s situation."

"Alright, do you have other matters to attend to?"

"Go home and make seafood porridge for my wife."

Black and White Impermanence’s lips twitched in unison, perfectly in sync.

Please, can you stop showing off?

Is it such a big deal to have a wife?

Do you need to dote on her to this extent?

Black and White Impermanence mentally grumbled and groaned but by the time they came back to their senses, Chu Yan had already left.

Qin Zhao had returned to Imperial City long ago.

After the exhausting journey, she first took a nap.

Upon awakening, she really craved some seafood porridge and used a grocery delivery app to order a variety of seafood.

However, once the seafood was delivered, she still had to prepare it herself.

Just the mere smell of the seafood made her retch uncontrollably.

Tengshe volunteered spiritedly, rolling up his sleeves to help her with the seafood.

"Do you know how to prepare it?"

"Don’t underestimate the great Snake Lord!"

"Alright then, you handle the prep, and I’ll cook it afterward."

Qin Zhao’s stomach churned, and she hurriedly ran to the washroom.

She felt a bit unwell and rested in the bedroom for a while.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, the aroma of seafood porridge wafted to her nose.

Qin Zhao suddenly snapped awake, walking out toward the source of the scent in confusion.

Since when did Tengshe, the little rascal, know how to make seafood porridge?

As she approached the door, she saw a tall and statuesque figure in the kitchen—clearly not Tengshe, the short stub.

Qin Zhao paused for a moment before tentatively calling out, "Chu Yan? When did you come back?"

"I came back to make you seafood porridge."

He replied matter-of-factly, focusing on the porridge, "It’ll be ready to eat soon."

"Aren’t you busy with matters in the underworld?"

Nothing was more urgent than his wife craving seafood porridge.

Hearing his words, Qin Zhao understood that something was indeed going on, but he had rushed back upon seeing her message.

A complex look crossed her face, her heart tangled with that awkward sense of conflict.

Sometimes, she wished Chu Yan wasn’t so good to her.

It was precisely because he treated her so well that she couldn’t heartlessly let go of their relationship.

Even her master wouldn’t treat her with the same care as Chu Yan.

Qin Zhao sat dumbfounded at the dining table, her brows slightly furrowed, thinking about a jumble of things. Especially since she still didn’t know the truth about her master’s death, which left her feeling somewhat disoriented.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and eat."

Chu Yan placed the seafood porridge on the table and rubbed her head with his hand.

Qin Zhao didn’t move, just stared at the seafood porridge.

He said helplessly, "Do I need to feed you?"

Though he said this, he still conscientiously picked up the spoon to feed her.

"No need, I can eat by myself."

Qin Zhao attempted to take the spoon, but Chu Yan avoided her hand. He let the porridge in the spoon cool for a while, then lifted his chin towards her, signaling her to eat that way.

After he finished feeding her, Chu Yan cleared the bowls and went to wash the dishes.

Qin Zhao wanted to ask about the underworld, but suddenly a familiar voice popped into her mind.

The milky voice belonged to the Eight Diagram’s Artifact Spirit.

Previously, Nan Xian had gone to find the Qiankun Mirror, taking away Qin Zhao’s Eight Diagram.

Although the Eight Diagram was not with Qin Zhao, as the master, she could still communicate with the Artifact Spirit.

The Artifact Spirit previously tipped her off, saying that Nan Xian was at Kunlun Mountain.

It’s just that for some reason, there was a sudden loss of contact for a long time.

"Eight Diagram? Are you still with the master? Are you guys okay?"

"No problems, just ran out of Spiritual Power."

The Artifact Spirit’s voice was somewhat apologetic, "Sorry, Master, for making you worry."

"Then why did Master’s mortal body die? Did he return to the Immortal Realm?"

"He got squashed to death by someone."

Hearing this, Qin Zhao’s expression froze.

What? Squashed to death?

Nan Xian, after all, was an immortal; how could he have been squashed to death by someone?

Qin Zhao had thought of many possibilities but never imagined this was how Nan Xian died.

Her mouth twitched, and it took a good while before she regained her senses, "Tell me exactly what happened."

"It was a person that fell from the sky, accompanied by a powerful energy, smashing him to death! If it wasn’t for my protection, his soul would have been damaged too."

"So because you were protecting him, you lost contact with me?"

The Eight Diagram’s voice sounded helpless, "We’re not in the Immortal Realm now, but in a Cultivation World called the Xuanhai World. Master told me to convey that he will think of a way to come back and find you."

"As long as you guys are okay."

Qin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that she was sure Chu Yan was not responsible, she felt somewhat less burdened psychologically.

Otherwise, she really didn’t know how she would face Chu Yan.

"But how did you end up in the Cultivation World?"

"Master’s mortal body was unusable, leaving only his soul. He originally wanted to find you, but he got lost in the mountains. Then he encountered some accidents and fell into a passage to the Different World."

"So that’s what happened."

Qin Zhao slapped her forehead, suddenly remembering, "That’s right, Master is directionally-challenged."

Nan Xian’s lack of sense of direction wasn’t too severe; he could still find his way home in town.

But if it was in the mountains, the kind that stretches unendingly.

That would be the end.

He absolutely should not lead the way.

Even if he was controlling a sword flying in the sky, Nan Xian might still have trouble distinguishing north, east, south, and west.

Because he wasn’t particularly good at discerning directions, Nan Xian became more and more reluctant to leave home. By not socializing and interacting with people, he became even less adept at dealing with others.

In the end, he turned into a seemingly aloof but actually socially anxious oddity of an immortal.

"Are you sure he can find his way back?"

Qin Zhao couldn’t help but ask, expressing her doubts.

"Where did you fall into it? I’ll go have a look; maybe I can find my way to the Different World to find you guys."

"Don’t look down on people!"

The Eight Diagram huffed and then added, "Those were Master’s words, not mine."

Qin Zhao held her forehead, helplessly saying, "Alright, then ask Master how the progress of finding a way back is going? Roughly when can he come back?"