Chapter 452 - 393: White Hair of Youth

Faced with Chu Huaixu’s probing, the Artifact Spirit of [Dao Generating One] still remained unresponsive.

It was just like always, only calling out for food upon hearing its master’s call.

He looked helpless, and in the end, could only send it a shot of Spiritual Energy Bullet.

But the Medicine Cauldron seemed to have been hungry for too long and was not satisfied at all.

In the end, it directly drained Chu Huaixu dry.

After devouring everything, it still cried out for food.

This made Chu Huaixu feel it was like an unsatisfied grudge-bearing woman, while he was an incapable husband.

Looking at the Medicine Cauldron’s idiotic appearance that only knew how to eat, he couldn’t help but mutter:

"I overthought it."

Chu Huaixu looked up at the night outside the window, softly saying: "How could I suspect it’s the Divine Thought left by the Dao Ancestor?"

Thinking carefully, the Artifact Spirit of the Medicine Cauldron was like his... black slave?

Fully automated alchemy twenty-four hours a day, unless he had issues, otherwise Chu Huaixu never let the Medicine Cauldron stop!

Could it be the Dao Ancestor’s Divine Thought is confined in the Medicine Cauldron, working tirelessly every day?

Moreover, this idiotic appearance, without years of dementia experience, couldn’t be acted out at all!

But anyway, after hearing Xiang Yan and others talk, Chu Huaixu started suspecting the Dao Ancestor right away.

Yes, intuition told him his recent blacked-out experience was most likely the handiwork of the Dao Ancestor.

It’s just that he didn’t know how it was accomplished.

Nor why that Cat Demon treated him so strangely.

Chu Huaixu’s eyes slowly fell onto the Black Bead again.

"If the Medicine Cauldron inside the bead is fine, then what about this bead?"

He remembered clearly, within the Inheritance Secret Realm of the Dao Ancestor, he witnessed the entire process of the Dao Ancestor practicing the sword.

Among them, many strange scenes appeared when he touched the Black Bead with his finger.

"So, what exactly is this bead?"

"If it’s not [Dao Generating One], then it’s you playing tricks." Chu Huaixu pinched the bead between his fingers, staring at it.

Unfortunately, despite all methods he used, the Black Bead remained completely unresponsive.

Until Han Shuangjiang came in with a bowl of steaming noodles, he stopped his research.

"What are you busy with?" The Big Ice Cube asked.

"Nothing much, just feeling there are many things I can’t figure out." Chu Huaixu replied.

"Don’t think too much for now, you’ve been asleep for a while, have something warm first." She said softly, handing over chopsticks.

The Little Housekeeper was still like a virtuous wife and mother.

Chu Huaixu smiled and took the chopsticks, saying: "I worried you."

"It’s alright, waking up is what matters." She gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, words unspoken turned into this single sentence.

Chu Huaixu, holding chopsticks, said no more, knowing speaking more was pointless, instead taking in large bites, savoring the food.

Watching him eat, Han Shuangjiang’s face immediately showed a slight smile, even her mood improved.

"Slow down, there’s more in the pot." She said.

Yet Chu Huaixu continued eating like a glutton, inhaling the food.

Finally, he even drank all the soup from the bowl.

After putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Han Shuangjiang promptly asked: "Want more?"

"Definitely, I’ll have another bowl." Chu Huaixu replied with a smile.

The Little Housekeeper knowing her two men were Body Refining gluttons, promptly served another large bowl.

After finishing the two bowls, Chu Huaixu turned around, gently held her small hand, and softly said:

"In the nightmare, I went through reincarnation for more than ten lifetimes."

"It feels like I haven’t seen you for hundreds of years."

"I missed you a lot." The Dead Fox awkwardly expressed his feelings.

Upon saying it, without waiting for the Big Ice Cube to respond, he gently embraced her.

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After the two young Dao companions had been intimate for a while, Chu Huaixu inquired about any significant events during the past eight months.

"Not really."

"The biggest event is probably half of the Ninth Realm Great Cultivators worldwide went down the mountains searching for that Cat Demon for you." Han Shuangjiang replied.

"Tsk, never thought I was so important." Chu Huaixu immediately said with a smug face.

"You say so, you have no idea how worried everyone was for you." The Big Ice Cube replied grumpily.

Chu Huaixu looked down at the small hand he was holding, feeling rather perplexed.

"Indeed it’s strange, my Heart Sword was no help either."

"I just communed with it through thoughts, it had already fallen asleep when I was trapped in the nightmare."

"Oh right! You mentioned earlier the Black Bead on the sword scabbard was floating and emitting a faint light, anything else unusual?" He asked.

Han Shuangjiang slightly furrowed her brows, recalling carefully.

Then she said: "There is one thing, but I’m not sure if it was just my imagination."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"When the Black Pearl floated, even though you were still asleep, I seemed to hear your voice." Han Shuangjiang said.

"What voice?"

"It was a sound... how do I describe it? Like when you wake up after a good deep sleep, stretch, and make an ’Mm—’ sound." She continued.

Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixu immediately stretched and mimicked the sound, asking: "Like this?"

"Yes." The Big Ice Cube nodded.

Looking at the cool girl in front of him, he frowned slightly, somewhat confused.

"Could it have been that I was semi-conscious then, muttering dream talk?" He pondered.

But Han Shuangjiang shook her head: "I’m certain the sound didn’t come from your mouth."

"Yet I’m also sure it was your voice." She added.

If not for having Fearless Sword Intent, knowing no fear, Chu Huaixu would find this eerie, even frightening upon deep thought.

If it wasn’t an auditory hallucination, then who made the sound?

If it wasn’t from the long-asleep me, then could it be...

His gaze locked again onto the Black Bead.

"What are you, exactly!" He wondered deeply.

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Inside the room, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang continued chatting.

"Huaixu, do you think... Junior Brother Xu will be alright?" She worried with maternal concern for a child traveling far.

Chu Huaixu replied: "Don’t worry, although that Evil Sword is unreliable, with it, Xiaoxu’s life shouldn’t be in danger."

Saying this, in his heart he added: I can only guarantee his life will be safe.

He still couldn’t fully ascertain what price Xiaoxu had paid in forcefully wielding the Evil Sword.

Thinking about it, he wanted to hang that black cat up and thrash it!

After a few more hours passed, dawn broke.

Two people came soaring, using the Junzi Temple’s Token to successfully pass through the Mountain Protection Array, landing inside the Junzi Temple.

"Junior Brother Xu and the Grandmaster have returned." Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang immediately sensed the arrivals with Divine Sense.

Both quickly walked out of the house, heading outside.

The senior figures of the Daoist Sect also came soaring.

The youth safely returned, signifying the problem with the third layer of the Origin Spirit Realm had likely been resolved.

Good news, this was great news.

Upon landing, Xu Ziqing and Jiang Zhi’s eyes fell on the crowd.

The delicate youth scanned everyone’s faces, and in the morning light, his gaze locked onto the young man in black and gold robes.

From then on, he couldn’t look away.

"Senior... Senior Brother!" Xiaoxu’s voice began to tremble.

He rushed over, standing before Chu Huaixu.

"Senior Brother, you’re awake."

"You... you’re finally awake!" The youth was overjoyed.

His excitement at this moment far surpassed completing his task and resolving the issue with the Origin Spirit Realm.

But Chu Huaixu’s pupils couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

The youth before him was clearly still the same, prettier than many girls.

Yet, his black hair was now interspersed with much silver.

"Xiaoxu, your hair..." Chu Huaixu couldn’t help but speak.

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