It was about dusk.
The gate of the small courtyard was knocked on.
The attendant Asaka opened the door. Two Scripture Officers walked in, nodding first, "Sorry for the disturbance. We are here under the helm's orders to verify the tickets and identities of all passengers on the Flying Ship. We hope you can understand."
Fan Wubing cooperated and laid out three tickets, "These are the tickets for the three of us."
One Scripture Officer stepped forward while the other stood at the back, looking very serious and intensely focused on the three of them. Fan Wubing could feel it; he even activated his major and minor meridians.
This was a sign of readiness to strike.
Was ticket verification supposed to be this serious?
The officer responsible for verification picked up the three tickets and pressed them onto a palm-sized square wooden plaque, then aligned the plaque with their faces.
A gentle light appeared on the plaque, gradually converging to reveal the words, "Ticket Matches."
But it wasn't over. He then took out a bell.
Fan Wubing asked, "What is this?"
The Scripture Officer replied, "This is part of the ticket verification process."
"Alright then."
The officer began to shake the bell.
Jingle jingle——
An eerie sound suddenly rang out. Fan Wubing immediately sensed something amiss... His blood energy surged violently within him. He reacted swiftly, forcibly suppressing it with the Great Oblivion Heart-Burning Technique.
What was that sound?
Why did it cause my blood energy to surge instantly?
Not just him, but Xianchan also showed an unusual reaction. Fan Wubing glanced at her inadvertently and suddenly noticed a blood mark appearing on her side face, gradually twisting.
He was shocked and hurriedly covered her with qi.
The bell in the officer's hand trembled and emitted a few sobbing sounds, disappearing almost instantly. The tremor was so brief that he wasn't sure if it was an illusion and frowned, thinking, was there some reaction?
Fan Wubing didn't know what that bell was, but it seemed the sound it made induced an unusual reaction in both him and Xianchan. Meanwhile, Fu Manman beside them didn't show any signs.
He quickly pondered, why me and Xianchan? Moreover, was this really just about verifying tickets to check for stowaways?
What do Xianchan and I have in common...
"Demon," the word that strikes fear in people, exploded in Fan Wubing's mind.
His eyebrow twitched; was the sound from that bell targeting Demon Cultivators?
He immediately looked at the Scripture Officer. The latter, uncertain whether there had been a reaction, intended to shake the bell again.
He couldn't let Xianchan hear that sound!
Fan Wubing immediately used the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to form a qi cage, completely enveloping Xianchan, isolating her from all sensory and qi connection with the outside.
The officer shook the bell once more.
The sound was entirely blocked outside the qi cage.
The bell did not receive any feedback.
The officer thought he must have made a mistake. He then bowed slightly and said, "The tickets of all three of you match, sorry for the disturbance, please forgive us."
After speaking, they left.
As soon as they left, Fan Wubing immediately took Xianchan and hurriedly went indoors.
When he looked at Xianchan's face again, it was no longer just a single blood mark, but half her face was covered.
He first used the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to obscure the qi, then asked concernedly, "Xianchan, how are you?"
Xianchan opened her mouth, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound. She made a crying face, indicating she felt very bad just now.
Fan Wubing fed her some blood, suppressing the leaking demonic qi.
The blood marks on her face gradually retreated.
Fu Manman walked in, frowning and asked, "What happened?"
Fan Wubing said, "I suspect they weren't here to check for stowaways at all."
"Then what were they checking for?"
"…Demon Cultivators."
"Demon Cultivators?" Fu Manman was stunned, "Are there Demon Cultivators on the Flying Ship?"
Fan Wubing said, "The sound from that bell just now agitated the originally very serene demonic qi in Xianchan, almost causing it to leak out. But it looks like they didn't notice."
Fu Manman looked at Xianchan, "This child... shouldn't be considered a Demon Cultivator, right?"
"Demon Cultivators are called that because they practice the art of growth of demons in human bodies, generating demonic qi in the process. Xianchan is not a Demon Cultivator, but she is most likely a genuine 'Demon,' more dangerous than Demon Cultivators. Her demonic qi is purer."
"The sudden identity verification, is it related to Xianchan? For instance, did they detect a disturbance of demonic qi on the Flying Ship by some means and thus suspected the presence of Demon Cultivators?"
Fan Wubing thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be. I've been sensing Xianchan's demonic qi. These days, it's been very calmly resting within her body, not leaking at all."
"Then there must be... other Demon Cultivators on the Flying Ship."
Fan Wubing's brows furrowed, "It's very possible."
He immediately ruled himself out. He knew his nature was akin to a Demon Cultivator, but with the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, demonic qi couldn't leak out at all.
If flying ship authorities detected any demonic qi, it must belong to other Demon Cultivators.
Fu Manman said, "But this child remains a hidden danger, right?"
Xianchan's mood suddenly plummeted, visibly wilting. Her brows drooped, and her mouth turned downwards.
Fu Manman immediately realized she just couldn't speak, but could understand others, and quickly comforted, "Xianchan, sister never thought badly of you. You're so cute and well-behaved, how could you be a trouble? Blame it on sister saying something wrong, don't be sad, okay?"
Xianchan was easily coaxed and instantly perked up. She opened her mouth, trying hard to say something, but her little face turned bright red, unable to make a sound, so she gave up and just blinked at Fu Manman.
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