I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 160 - 102: Brocade Pouch, Herbal Tea

The Emperor’s Purple Qi cannot be seen or touched, but this abstract thing occupies half of the Mountain and River Map’s space.

Xu Qing didn’t consider too much when calling Prince Zhu over.

The little chubby boy, with his mortal eyes, saw nothing. He only saw Xu Qing performing a set of imaginary actions in front of him.

The scene was just like when he went to the temple to pray and the temple priest sprinkled some clear water on him with a willow branch.

Aside from some ceremonial feeling, it seemed to have no other practical effect.

"How does Brother Zhu feel?" Xu Qing asked expectantly at that moment.

Zhu Huai’an felt as if something had been filled into his body, but the feeling lasted only for a moment and ended before he could react.

How could he feel anything?

Zhu Huai’an asked in confusion, "Didn’t Brother Xu say he’d give me something useful?"

"..."

Zhu Huai’an, having received a great advantage unknowingly, still stood there asking for more.

The key point was that Xu Qing had no way to explain it.

Prince Zhu hadn’t undergone mystical enlightenment nor did he know the Qi Observation Technique, so how could he see what Xu Qing had done?

"Don’t ask yet, let me think." Xu Qing gritted his teeth and started brainstorming.

The Talisman and Emperor’s Purple Qi had already been given, but since the other party couldn’t see it, he couldn’t explain it clearly.

Otherwise, he might find something random to muddle through...

After thinking deeply, Xu Qing’s eyes brightened.

"Wait here and don’t move around!"

Making the chubby boy stand at the door, Xu Qing returned to the counter, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words casually.

When Xu Qing came back to the door, he had already sealed the note into a sachet.

"This brocade pouch is for Brother Zhu, open it when you reach the Northern Territory..."

The chubby boy was delighted to hear this; his father had once left him a brocade pouch that helped him realize its meaning.

Now, heading towards the Northern Territory, he truly felt uneasy. Unexpectedly, he received a brand new brocade pouch.

In Zhu Huai’an’s heart, this brocade pouch was like a life-saving medicine; even if it contained only a blank piece of paper, its significance was immense.

After all, the journey to the Northern Territory was exceptionally perilous. Without faith, it would be challenging to overcome the thousand-mile obstacles.

"Brother Xu, rest assured, I will definitely reach the Northern Territory alive!"

"Safe travels."

At this moment, Xu Qing was standing inside the shop, while Zhu Huai’an was outside the threshold.

Watching Prince Zhu leave, it took a long time for Xu Qing to come back to his senses.

He knew how many difficulties the other would face on this journey; saying that it was like traveling through a mountain of knives and a sea of fire would not be an exaggeration.

During this period, maybe someone would help Prince Zhu once or twice, but most of the time, he would have to rely on himself.

To achieve great things, one must not only test their mind and will but also see if they have the destined fortune.

The seat in the Jinluan Hall has never been easy to occupy.

If Prince Zhu can navigate through the thousand-mile thorns and reach the Northern Territory, it would be like being reborn from the fire.

If he cannot make it...

Xu Qing remained silent.

If he cannot reach the destination even with the Emperor’s fortune, then he can only light incense for Prince Zhu next year.

...

At noon, the weather at the end of June was already somewhat hot.

Xu Qing drew several Ice Soul Talismans and stuck them around, instantly lowering the temperature of the whole shop.

Enjoying the coolness, Xu Qing looked around, always feeling something was missing.

After careful thought, he suddenly remembered that usually, the shop had Xuan Yu accompanying him, which added some vitality. Now with Xuan Yu absent, the shop felt like an abandoned graveyard, and he was the old corpse lying in the grave, surrounded by a sense of death.

Well, the karma he created must be repaid by himself!

Outside the shop, Xu Qing, who had driven away the Cat Immortal with his blunt words, was calling out for the cat.

Under the bright sunlight, Xu Qing held an oil-paper umbrella and entered a shaded narrow alley on the right side of the shop.

The alley had been deserted for a long time; moss covered the walls, weeds grew rampant, and many unknown flowers bloomed—Xuan Yu often came here to rest or catch insects and butterflies.

"Xuan Yu—Erniang—"

After calling twice, Xu Qing saw no sign of the cat and decided to return to the shop.

Just then, he heard a delicate cat’s meow behind him.

Turning around, Xu Qing saw Xuan Yu, who had run away from home, sitting by a fish basket, staring at him steadily.

It could be imagined that when he was calling for the cat in the alley earlier, the cat must have been sitting here watching the show.

"What a majestic fish! Did you catch it?"

"This is a gift for Xu Immortal Family." Xuan Yu paused, then continued, "Cat Immortals not only eat fish but also catch fish, so please don’t say such things in front of others in the future, as it undermines the dignity of the Immortal Family."

Xuan Yu raised his neck, his eyes serious.

Xu Qing nodded in agreement, then picked up the fish basket, examining it.

"Did you really catch this fish?"

Xuan Yu raised his neck as if it was a matter of course.

After a moment of silence, Xu Qing asked with a soul-searching question, "Did you catch this wild fish basket from the river as well?"

"Uh..." Xuan Yu’s thoughts raced.

"You can find anything in the river; I’ve even seen someone fish out a corpse from the river."

"A corpse?" Xu Qing held the umbrella, carrying the fish basket, with the black cat following closely behind.

"It’s said that there’s a corpse collector; recently, it’s fishing season, and many people are out fishing. An old man selling fish said that every year, during this time, many people don’t return. There are people burning incense at the pier, and I saw Second Uncle Feng crowing there to help summon souls..."