How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 145: The Second and Third Faces of the Moon Spirit Saintess

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: The Second and Third Faces of the Moon Spirit Saintess

This night, Hu Die was in the next room, holding Little Moon and sleeping soundly.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiaosu lay on the bed, his eyes wide open staring at the ceiling.

Moon Spirit Saintess...

Yixiang!

He now had a second portrait.

The first portrait came from the taxi driver who had brought him here; in the driver’s eyes, Yixiang was enveloped in a holy radiance.

The second portrait came from Hu Die.

In just a few words, Hu Die sketched a completely different image of the Moon Spirit Saintess.

A bamboo flute capable of controlling a mountain full of poisonous insects and fierce beasts, a family with deep scholarly knowledge and twenty years of practice in witchcraft and poisonous insect technique, a person not to be judged by ordinary standards.

Is this saintess, still the one radiating holy brightness?

Isn’t it clearly mixed with three parts mystery, nine parts power, ten parts danger?

She also kindly suggested that it’d be best not to harbor any thoughts towards the Moon Spirit Saintess.

This was the second piece of advice she offered him.

This kind-hearted female teacher seemed to like giving advice to others.

When she first met Lin Xiaosu, she had suggested: Don’t eat the hotel’s meat, it’s expensive and not tasty.

Lin Xiaosu did not heed her advice and suffered for it.

Would he listen to this second piece of advice?

Of course not!

The more dangerous it was, the closer Lin Xiaosu needed to be...

Because he had a strange feeling that his journey might inevitably involve the Moon Spirit Saintess.

The Dong Brothers’ entire family was wiped out, with traces of witchcraft behind it.

Could the Witchcraft that could trip up the Dong Brothers, who were Qianlong Gold Medal holders and of Miao Family bloodline and raised locally, be ordinary? It had to be top-level!

There was also a coincidence.

From the Qianlong information, he searched countless sources, concluding that Chu Tiankuo entered Miaojiang territory approximately three years ago.

And the Moon Spirit Saintess, she also graduated from university just three years ago...

The coincidence in timing, the match in skills...

All these shaped his next route.

The next morning.

When Lin Xiaosu got up, the elementary school bell had already rung. Standing on the rooftop, Lin Xiaosu saw Hu Die and Little Moon.

Little Moon’s skyrocketing hairstyle was very noticeable among the children.

And her bouncing walking posture also made her seem more lively than the other children.

What a life to reflect upon...

She was originally the perfect template for a tragic life, but because she met a good teacher, she was happier than other children; her teacher had quietly taken on the role of her mother, while other children’s mothers were working away in the fields or elsewhere, her "mother" was right by her side...

Lin Xiaosu left the hotel and headed towards the Inner Village.

With that step, he ignored the kind reminder from the driver.

Inner Village was different from Outer Village.

Outer Village had roads, even paved with cement.

Inner Village had no paved roads, only a dirt path with occasional motorcycle tracks, but no traces of cars, as some places were simply not accessible by car. Walking on ancient paths trodden by ancestors from millennia ago, breathing the air they once breathed, viewing the mountains and fields they once saw, his mood gradually became very tranquil.

Ahead was a tea garden.

At this time of year, the spring tea had already been harvested, but new buds had grown.

It was now August, and the autumn tea would soon be harvested.

There were signs of activity in the tea garden; even if no one was visible, the melodious and gentle songs still floated up.

It was a clear and tender female voice, singing in Miao Language.

Lin Xiaosu couldn’t make out the lyrics clearly, but he occasionally heard words like brother, sister, which led him to think it was about affection and love.

Suddenly, a girl ran out of the tea garden ahead.

On seeing Lin Xiaosu, her singing stopped abruptly, her cheeks flushed, and she darted back into the tea garden...

"Hey, young girl, I need to ask for directions!" Lin Xiaosu called out.

The village girl’s head peeked out again, her face still flush.

"Do you know Yixiang?"

The little girl said, "There are seven or eight Yixiangs in the village..."

Yixiang’s name actually had seven or eight bearers?

Lin Xiaosu didn’t think much of it; he knew that minority ethnic groups often had many with the same name.

So, he provided another clue: "She went to Southwest University, her father used to be the Miaojiang Witch God."

"I know, you’re looking for the Moon Spirit Saintess!" Another girl popped out, this one seemed more straightforward than the first and spoke Mandarin more fluently, but her cheeks were also rosy, perhaps it’s a common trait among Miao girls, from the mountain sun, or maybe it’s because they have less contact with outsiders.

"Yes! Where does her family live?" Lin Xiaosu asked.

Two tea-pickers came up enthusiastically and directed him...

Do you see that village ahead?

The one on the furthest left, with the big tree in the yard.

Lin Xiaosu saw it, a very ordinary house, its most distinctive feature being the strange large tree in the yard, whose branches resembled snakes, a type of tree he had never seen before, not recorded in any botany books.

If his eyesight hadn’t been so good, suddenly seeing a tree laden with thousands of snakes would have startled him greatly.

"Brother, are you Han?" a village girl asked.

"Yes!"

"You’d better not go to her house."

"Why?"

"Her mother hates the Han people. If you enter her yard, she will really use a bamboo pole to break your head."

Lin Xiaosu was a bit surprised: "Is that really so? People outside say that the Miao Family is hospitable. Even if not hospitable, you wouldn’t go straight to physical assault, right?"

"It’s a bit complicated to explain right now... Anyway, you’d better not enter her yard." The village girl said, "Yixiang usually goes up the mountain to gather herbs at this time, she might not be home. Why don’t you go over there and see, I think I just saw her little Hu on that mountain..."

Lin Xiaosu nodded slightly and followed the direction pointed out by the village girl.

It was a mountain peak with an unusual shape.

The top of the mountain was covered with lush vegetation, and water cascaded down the cliffs. If the cliffs were laid flat, it would be a very beautiful scene, but with the cliffs standing erect, it had become a dangerous place for humans.

The stones were covered with moss, extremely slippery. If anyone coveted this beautiful scenery, a careless slip from above would probably result in a village feast...

Below the cliff, there was a woman dressed in Miao clothing, slim in stature. She was looking up at the cliff above, the curves of her chest were the most beautiful curves in the world.

As Lin Xiaosu rounded from the mouth of the mountain, he immediately laid eyes on this enchantingly beautiful scene.

Was she, the Moon Spirit Saintess Yixiang?

"Little Hu! To the left..."

The woman shouted upward.

On the cliff, a small white cat emerged from between the rocks and ran to the left.

"No, the other way, the other way, I meant your left!" the woman pointed to the right.

The kitten tumbled towards the right...

Lin Xiaosu’s eyes widened; this cat could actually distinguish left from right.

"Don’t jump, walk slowly! Yes... a little higher up, do you see that yellow flower?"

Under her command, the little white cat elegantly trod along the cliff, its paws catching a yellow flower.

"Snip it at the root, don’t pull it out."

Originally, it seemed the little white cat would have pulled the plant out by the roots, but upon her command, it indeed only snipped the yellow flower at the base.

Lin Xiaosu understood what the taxi driver had said: others can’t gather these herbs, but she can.

Was it this kind of gathering method?

Because she had raised a little white cat that could understand human speech.

The little white cat knew left and right, it also knew colors, and even when to exert light or heavy force...

Upon the master’s command, it helped her gather herbs in places unreachable for humans.

"Alright, come down!"

The woman commanded, and the little white cat leaping from the cliff, holding the yellow flower, soared in a graceful arc through the air.

Then...

Thump!

It landed straight on its bottom right in front of the woman.

Lin Xiaosu was stunned.

Inside the cat’s body was a magical biological mechanism; no matter how high it was dropped from, it could always turn over to land on its feet just before hitting the ground, which is essentially why cats don’t die from falls.

But what was with this cat?

Perfect form in the air.

But when it landed, it landed on its butt, sitting down.

The skills it should have learned, it didn’t, and the skills it shouldn’t know, it mastered all too well. What was it playing at?

"My goodness, it landed on its butt again! Didn’t you learn to land on all fours? Forgot again?" the woman picked up the white cat: "Does it hurt?"

Suddenly, she turned sharply.

And stared, surprised, at the person behind her.

Of course, it was Lin Xiaosu.

Lin Xiaosu had been there for a while now, witnessing her direct the little white cat from the cliffs to gather herbs.

At this moment, his mind seemed entirely captivated by the little white cat...

Yet this woman had not noticed him.

Now she did.

Behind her stood a young man, clearly not a local, as his clothing was completely different from that of the villagers.

"Who are you..." the woman spoke.

Lin Xiaosu gave a slight smile: "I’m an outsider, here on vacation. Are you the Moon Spirit Saintess Yixiang?"

"Don’t listen to others’ nonsense, I’m Yixiang, just a normal Miao girl, certainly not any kind of saint..." Her Mandarin was very standard, perhaps that was what made her different from the typical Miao girls, because she had been to university.

"Saint Lady, Saint Lady..." suddenly, a loud shout came from the front road.

A village girl ran over quickly: "You need to go back, Uncle Long had an accident."

"Ah? What happened?"

"He fell and seems to have been poisoned, over there..."

The village girl pointed, and Yixiang saw it.

Seven or eight people were carrying a makeshift stretcher, sprinting down the mountain road, heading towards her home.

"Let’s go!"

Yixiang ran like the wind, and the village girl alongside her.

When the two reached the outer wall of the yard where the big tree was, Yixiang had already arrived: "Uncle, put him down, cushion it well."

Several Han men hurried to lay the stretcher flat, and the middle-aged man on the stretcher had a dark-blue face, his lips trembling lightly, but he couldn’t utter a word.

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