Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 38

Chapter 38: Perverted Expression (Part 1)

The old lady stood in front of Sang Jing and lovingly stroked her head. “Don’t be afraid.”

With that, she turned to face Sang Ciying. “She is also a child of the Sang family. Why can’t she learn?”

Sang Ciying scoffed coldly. “Who knows what she’s secretly learning? What if it’s the art of raising ghosts? If the main family finds out that our family has another Ghost Master, do you think they will let us go!? Who will be responsible if something happens?”

The old lady said without hesitation, “I will. Let them come to me.”

Sang Ciying’s fists clenched so tightly they cracked. She looked grimly at the grandmother and grandchild in front of her, then finally flicked her sleeves and left.

This time, there was no house search, no punishment. Sang Jing was protected.

Sang Jing frowned as she watched Sang Ciying’s retreating back. In her impression, this head of the family was not a good-tempered person who was easily threatened into compromise. She hated it when someone challenged her status and authority, and no one in the Sang family’s main courtyard dared to defy her.

But here, she, the head of the family, seemed to be just a figurehead.

The person in front of her squatted down. Sang Jing saw the tears in the old lady’s eyes. She raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corner of the old lady’s eyes.

The old lady was slightly stunned. She lowered her head and rested it on the nine-year-old child’s palm, murmuring, “I’m sorry.”

“Past regrets cannot be made up for,” Sang Jing said, feeling the warm wetness. “Since you’ve woken up, you should be able to see me as I am now. I’m living very well after leaving the Sang family, and I don’t want to be on the Sang family tree. There are some regrets you don’t have to hold on to so deeply. I can do everything they didn’t let me learn now.”

“You saw it, right? I beat up Sang Lingyun. They can’t bully me anymore.”

Originally, the old lady would not have woken up so early. But because Sang Jing had beaten up Sang Lingyun and had even used metaphysical arts on her, which had never happened before, the old lady had noticed these changes. She herself was a Xuan Master, and the moment she woke up, she knew that she had been trapped by her own regrets.

The old lady looked up, her face streaked with tears. “Xiao Jing, I’m sorry.”

She had also wanted to protect this child as she grew up, but in this Sang family’s main courtyard, someone hated Sang Jing’s mother to the core, and by extension, hated this child.

She had gone to Sang Ciying more than once, wanting to take Sang Jing to live in her courtyard, but had been ruthlessly rejected by Sang Ciying, who said that Sang Jing was an outsider and should not have been left in the Sang family. If she bothered her with Sang Jing’s affairs again, she would have Sang Jing thrown out.

She had compromised once again. When Sang Jing grew a little older, the children in the courtyard would all bully her. The old lady found the children who had bullied her, and after Sang Ciying found out, Sang Jing was bullied even more severely.

At that time, Sang Ciying had come to her with a photo of Sang Jing being beaten, her tone flat. “You favored Sang Cixin when she was alive, and now you favor her daughter. Mom, you know my temper, and you should also know that I hate Sang Cixin. If you don’t want me to transfer this hatred to Sang Jing, you’d better not interfere in her affairs in the future. If you help her once, she will be even more miserable next time.”

She had compromised again and again, and in the end, it was all regret.

Hearing Sang Jing’s words, the old lady saw her current appearance in the frail child before her and said with a sob, “Alright.”

A golden light flashed before her eyes, and finally turned into a swirling firelight. They had returned to the mourning hall.

The old lady’s soul stood in front of the mourning hall. She reached out and gently tapped Sang Jing’s glabella. “Child, I have never given you anything. I will give you a lifetime of merit. May you have no disasters, no calamities, no illness, and no pain from now on.”

Sang Jing’s eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to stop her. “No…”

Merit was so precious. It was related to the old lady’s reincarnation. When her soul went down below, her merits and demerits in this life would be settled. It was very difficult for anyone to live a life without fault. For the old lady to give all her merit to Sang Jing, she was prepared to face those faults.

Golden threads of merit drilled into Sang Jing’s glabella. She closed her eyes and felt a considerable amount of merit.

Her finger moved away from her forehead. The old lady finally reached out and hugged Sang Jing. “Can you call me one more time?”

Sang Jing’s eyelashes were wet. She took a deep breath. “…Grandma.”

The old lady smiled, her palm resting on the back of Sang Jing’s head, as if treating her most beloved child of the past. “Eh.”

“Grandma, I’ll send you off.”

“Alright.”

Sang Jing lit some incense and burned some paper money. As the sky was about to brighten, two ghost emissaries arrived.

When the two ghost emissaries saw Sang Jing, they exchanged a look.

Sang Jing recognized one of the ghost emissaries. It was the same one who had come to pick up Granny Lin when she had sent her off. This ghost emissary also knew her teacher.

Sang Jing kept them for a while and also burned some incense and paper for them. The two ghost emissaries even had breakfast before they left.

“No wonder the Big Boss Hei always praises your cooking. It’s really good, not bad compared to your teacher’s,” the ghost emissary said, leaning on her colleague and muttering, “Little Yue Yue, why don’t we also go to Zhi Zhi’s incense shop? We can work two jobs. The food is really good.”

Her colleague gave her an elbow. “You dare to snatch food from the boss? You don’t want your vacation anymore?”

After eating their fill, it was time for business.

The two ghost emissaries were about to take the old lady down. Sang Jing nodded at them. “Thank you for your trouble.”

The less talkative ghost emissary just nodded. The more talkative one gave Sang Jing a gesture and winked. “Don’t worry, we won’t eat for free.”

The ghost emissaries took the old lady away. Sang Lingyun and Sang Lingfei, who were lying on the floor of the mourning hall, slowly woke up. Sang Lingyun rubbed her head and then her waist. She felt pain all over, as if she had been beaten up.

After waking up, Sang Lingfei first looked at Sang Jing. Seeing her paying respects to the old lady, she walked over and asked, “The old lady, has she been sent off?”

Sang Jing nodded and offered the last stick of incense.

Soon, the other members of the Sang family came one after another to pay their respects to the old lady. While they were busy and not paying attention, Sang Jing slipped out of the mourning hall.

Walking in the long corridor, Sang Jing sighed.

Xie Yu drilled out of her pocket. “What’s wrong? Why are you so sad after sending off your grandma?”

Sang Jing’s lips twitched. Is she your grandma for you to call her that?

“Her lifetime of merit is all with me. My worldly fate with the Sang family has been renewed. I will have to see them again in the future,” Sang Jing said, a little annoyed. “If someone in the Sang family is in trouble, I can’t just ignore it.”

“What will happen if you ignore it?”

“I don’t know, but it’s definitely not a good thing.”

*

After the coffin was sealed and buried, Sang Lingfei also prepared to return to the main family. Before that, she had to take one person with her.

Sang Lingyun had already packed her luggage and was just waiting for the head of the family to call her over.

After waiting for a long time without anyone coming, Sang Lingyun became a little flustered. She rushed out of the courtyard and ran straight into Sang Ciyun. The mother and daughter both fell on the gravel path, their arms and legs scraped.

Sang Lingyun scrambled up and quickly helped her mother up, asking in pleasant surprise, “Are they calling me over?”

Sang Ciyun’s face was grim as she glared at her, venting all the anger from the front hall on Sang Lingyun. “What call? Sang Lingfei chose that girl, Sang Lingxi. She’s already left.”

“Xiao Jiu??” Sang Lingyun was in disbelief. “She’s still so young!”

With that, she began to have suspicions. “It can’t be the head of the family…”

After all, Sang Lingxi was the head of the family’s daughter. Who wouldn’t want their own child to go to the main family to learn metaphysical arts?

Sang Ciyun also thought so. She snorted coldly and glanced at the main hall.

If Sang Cixin hadn’t died early, the position of head of the family would never have gone to Sang Ciying. She had been dissatisfied with the head of the family for a long time, but who asked her not to be the eldest of this family, nor the most talented person in this family.

In the end, Sang Ciyun could only sigh and help Sang Lingyun into the courtyard.

After taking two steps, Sang Lingyun suddenly stopped and looked at Sang Ciyun with determination. “I’m going to Xianling. If I go now, I can still make it for the assessment registration. I’m going to take the Celestial Master’s test.”

Going to the main family was not just by being chosen. As long as you got the Celestial Master’s certificate, you could go to the main family to learn metaphysical arts!

Sang Ciyun looked at her, wanting to say something but hesitating.

She actually wanted to say, forget it. It’s not necessary to make a name for yourself in metaphysical arts. But seeing Sang Lingyun’s ambitious look, she couldn’t bring herself to pour cold water on her.

“Alright.”

So Sang Lingyun rushed to Xianling City that night.

On the other side, Sang Jing had arrived in Xianling City earlier than her. After washing away her fatigue, her phone had already rung three times.

Sang Jing dialed back, her voice a little hoarse. “Hello.”

She held the phone in one hand and a towel in the other, drying her hair. As she was drying, a hand suddenly took the towel from her.

Xie Yu stood behind her, holding the towel and helping her dry her hair. “You continue. Don’t mind me.”

Sang Jing blinked, feeling the gentle force on her head. The voice in her ear was sometimes near and sometimes far.

“Sang Jing? Are you listening?” Tan Wei raised her voice a little on the other end of the line.

Sang Jing came back to her senses. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

“Are you back in Xianling?”

“I’m back.”

“Then do you have time in the next two days? It’s about that matter again. I’d like to ask you to be an examiner for this assessment. Of course, we won’t let you help for free. You can make your own requests.”

This time, Sang Jing didn’t refuse directly. She suddenly remembered that the Chu family of the Xuanmen seemed to be good at refining magical artifacts. Although the small gourd was useful, it was still not fast enough.

“I’m both a candidate and an examiner. That’s not very appropriate, is it?”

Tan Wei was thoughtful. “That’s why I’m asking if you have time. If you’re willing, we will assess you in these two days.”

The other side paused for a moment, then asked, “Do you need time to prepare?”

Sang Jing pursed her lips. “No need. I’m fine with anything.”

Tan Wei was very happy. “So you agree?”

Sang Jing: “Mm. My request is, can I trouble the current head of the Chu family to refine a puppet thread for me?”

Tan Wei did not agree immediately. She had not expected Sang Jing to ask for the head of the Chu family to do something as soon as she opened her mouth.

“I will give you an answer tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up, Sang Jing looked up. The towel was on her head, not moving. Xie Yu was leaning her head against the other side of the phone, listening to her and Tan Wei talk.

“What do you need a puppet thread for?” Xie Yu was curious and had to ask everything.

“To tie you up,” Sang Jing said, then reached out and pushed her away, snatching the towel back and continuing to dry her hair.

Xie Yu mimicked her sarcastically, “Oh, to tie~ me~ up~~~”

“Shut up.”

A half-wet towel was thrown over, directly covering Xie Yu’s face.

Xie Yu took the towel off and twitched her nose. She seemed to have smelled something else. She had always smelled the scent of incense on Sang Jing, which made her drool. But now, besides the scent of incense, she seemed to have smelled something else.

It was a bit like…

Xie Yu lowered her head to smell the towel in her hand.

Faint, fragrant, a little cool and a little bitter.

Xie Yu was engrossed in the smell and didn’t notice the strange look in Sang Jing’s eyes.

“!”

She knew! It was the smell of pear blossoms!

Xie Yu looked up in pleasant surprise, and then a slap landed on the back of her head, sending her back onto the towel.

“Your expression is as perverted as a pervert’s.”