The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 164 - : A Wisp of Soul
Chapter 164: Chapter 164: A Wisp of Soul
Qin Yu pulled her small hand, kneading the soft flesh of her fingers and palm, “A mouth full of lies, that old man, do you believe him?”
“I believe you, but Master Ting Chan…” Ah Da raised her head to look at the elder opposite her, hesitated to speak.
“Hey hey hey, he maligned me, little girl, don’t be deceived by his words, I assure you there is not a single lie in what I said.”
Master Ting Chan was so anxious that he jumped to his feet; he had had his little scheme to get the little girl to bring him tea, how could he let the duck at his lips fly away?
“Qin family lad, you can’t just be frugal because you’re tightfisted and lead the little girl to be the same, do you know how big a sin it is to lead others astray? I advise you to be kind, think thrice before acting.”
Qin Yu wasn’t planning to argue any further with him, he patted Ah Da’s head and handed her a cup of tea, “Today’s tea tastes good, if you’re thirsty, drink a little more.”
When Master Ting Chan heard this, he couldn’t help but praise himself, “You speak to my liking. Let’s not conceal the fact that today’s tea is authentic West Lake Longjing from over a decade ago, absolutely top-quality, different from what’s sold on the market these days. I usually grudge drinking it, but today is a special day, I made the painful decision to take some out, you’re indeed fortunate.”
As he spoke, he filled his cup, closing his eyes in contentment as he drank, his unkempt beard trembled up and down.
Qin Yu opened the box and took out the bronze lamp, “Do you see the soul fragments you mentioned inside this?”
Master Ting Chan squinted and looked, and then put down the teacup on the table, “The aura of this lamp is out of the ordinary, as for whether it contains her soul, we’ll only know by trying.”
“Little girl, come here, to my side.”
Ah Da glanced at Qin Yu, their eyes met, and she slowly got up to walk to Master Ting Chan’s side, kneeling beside him.
The girl’s skin was as white as jade, her eyes round and bright, seeming to contain a wellspring of clear water, pristine and free of impurities.
Master Ting Chan lightly touched her forehead, “To live is to die, and to die is to live. As the old Dao intervenes, right or wrong unknown, causality not empty, remember to keep kindness in your heart.”
Ah Da nodded her head, feeling that in this moment, Master Ting Chan’s aura was completely different from before, inspiring respect and awe.
Master Ting Chan pulled out three crumpled pieces of red paper and a hairy brush from nowhere, dipped the tip in tea, and rapidly sketched on the red paper, his strokes both swift and natural.
Even though the tea water was nearly colorless, the red paper revealed a golden sheen, each stroke exuding powerful Spiritual Power.
Ah Da knew Master Ting Chan had extraordinary abilities, yet time and again she was astonished by him; for a mortal to attain such cultivation must be what the Bronze Sword referred to as one in ten thousand.
Master Ting Chan finished drawing the talisman, handed one to Ah Da, “Stick it on your forehead, make sure it doesn’t fall off.”
“Okay.” Ah Da nodded, her hands taking the talisman.
Master Ting Chan stuck one on the bronze lamp, and handed the last one to Qin Yu, “Are you just going to sit there? Get up and close all the windows and doors. Stick this talisman on the door to prevent the Spiritual Power from scattering during the soul summoning.”
Qin Yu didn’t hesitate, rising to take the talisman, methodically locking the windows and doors, and sticking on the talisman.
As Master Ting Chan ordered Qin Yu around, a certain satisfaction instantly suffused him; he knew the little girl was his lucky charm, indeed what lowers one is subdued by another.
After Qin Yu took his seat again, Master Ting Chan began casting a spell, his fingers forming seals, and all at once, the entire world turned exceedingly dim, save for the bronze lamp, which lit up the faces of the three people sitting around the table with a blue flame.
The flame, small as the tip of a little finger, emitted a bone-chilling coldness that almost frosted the air.
Ah Da’s wide eyes showed surprise as Master Ting Chan closed his eyes and silently chanted something, golden runes flowing from his mouth, connecting into rays of light that surrounded the bronze lamp.
The scene was surreal.
Qin Yu quietly observed, occasionally checking on Ah Da’s condition, the scene before his eyes shattering all expectations.
The talisman stuck to Ah Da’s forehead began to overheat, burning deep into her head, her vision starting to blur.
She bit her lip, straining to maintain her focus.
The mystical flame of the bronze lamp burned silently, and Master Ting Chan suddenly opened his eyes, asking Ah Da, “How do you feel?”
Ah Da clutched the talisman, frowning and said, “It’s really hot.”
“Ah, looks like we found the right thing,” Master Ting Chan nodded and looked at Qin Yu with a hint of regret for not seeing more excitement, “You’re lucky indeed; finding a needle in a haystack and it turns out to be successful. It’s like a blind cat running into a dead mouse.”
Qin Yu looked at the bronze lamp in silence, thinking to discuss the events of the Wanrong Auction after everything was over.
Master Ting Chan didn’t dally, seizing the moment to coax the soul fragments remaining in the bronze lamp out using the tea as a catalyst. In the darkness, the greenish flame turned into a wisp of white smoke that slowly rose, as if it had a life of its own, ceaselessly circling in the air.
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Qin Yu felt a stirring in his heart and slowly extended his hand; the white smoke naturally landed on his fingertips, gently swirling around as if it recognized him.
The white smoke was not cold like a flame; as it circled around his fingers, it brought a touch of tenderness and warmth.
Master Ting Chan cast a spell quickly, and from his mouth softly issued the word “Return.” Drawn by the call, the white smoke left Qin Yu’s fingertips and directly burrowed into Ah Da’s forehead.
Once inside, many unfamiliar images suddenly filled Ah Da’s mind, flashing past like a slideshow, as if a long spike was incessantly burrowing deeper.
The pain stirred the soul.
“Ugh…”
Biting her teeth, Ah Da was drenched in sweat; her body swayed as if about to fall when Qin Yu hurried forward to catch her.
Master Ting Chan, with his finger dipped in cold tea, drew a Calming Talisman on Ah Da’s forehead to forcibly seal the soul inside her body.
The talisman burned out, and darkness dispersed.
Master Ting Chan withdrew his hand and looked at the young girl who had fainted in Qin Yu’s embrace, saying, “It’s normal for the soul to resist after being separated for too long. I’ve sealed the soul inside her; in time, it will slowly integrate. Let her sleep for a while.”
“You’re sure there are no other issues?” Qin Yu asked, staring at him.
Master Ting Chan snorted coldly, “Believe it or not, that’s your choice. If you’re going to be suspicious, then don’t come asking for my help. I made it clear beforehand, and I emphasized it repeatedly – Lingcheng Mountain doesn’t do after-sales service. Any problems that come up after today are yours to bear, and don’t even think about blaming me.”
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, feeling there was more to the old man’s words.
But you can run from a Monk, yet not from a temple; if anything really happened, it wouldn’t be hard to settle scores with him.
Qin Yu lifted Ah Da and gently laid her on the sofa beside him, took off his jacket and covered her stomach, carefully straightening her hair, and felt her forehead’s temperature with his palm.
Neither warm nor cool, her breathing was steady.
It seemed there was no issue.
Master Ting Chan saw everything and sighed inwardly; how had he not foreseen that the young man from the Qin Family was so deeply emotional?
It wasn’t wrong to say he was destined for solitary life, yet the little merfolk was the variable in his life. Who knew in what year and on what day they had formed this connection — perhaps in a past life? This life had offered them a little bit of fortune; it all depended on whether the two could seize it.
Master Ting Chan nonchalantly poured and sipped his tea.
Qin Yu sat opposite him, “There’s one more thing.”
Master Ting Chan’s eyebrows twitched violently, and he glared with his old eyes, “Why do you have so many issues? Do I look like somebody who only does charity work?”
“I won’t help, won’t help.”
“How much?” Qin Yu asked indifferently.
Master Ting Chan’s eyes gleamed, and he stroked his beard, “Ahem ahem… That depends on what it is.”
