The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 179

Chapter 179: I’ll Support You By Handing Out Flyers Part 24

Qizhou, a place she hadn’t returned to in a long time.

Tao Ning had been avoiding thinking about Qizhou and its past, but coincidentally, Fu Guanyue was from there, and she had even invited Tao Ning to visit.

The person beside her was asleep, her breathing even, two people who didn’t need sleep pretending to be ordinary humans, maintaining a regular sleep schedule.

But Fu Guanyue usually woke up at 4:00 AM, quietly leaving the room and returning half an hour before Tao Ning woke up, a faint spiritual aura clinging to her.

It wasn’t 4:00 AM yet, and Fu Guanyue was resting beside Tao Ning after their intimacy.

520, having finished its latest drama, was browsing the internet, occasionally chatting with Tao Ning.

Today, with no urgent matters or censored scenes, it said to Tao Ning, who was staring at the ceiling, [Have you heard this story?]

Tao Ning, sensing a setup: “What story?”

[Ahem.] 520 cleared its metaphorical throat. [Once upon a time, there were two demons who disguised themselves as mortals and got married. A hundred years later, both disguised as elderly people, they wondered, ‘Why isn’t this old geezer dead yet?’]

Tao Ning: “…” She could guess what 520 was getting at.

520, genuinely puzzled, asked, [Mortals only live for a hundred years, how are you going to explain to Fu Guanyue that you’re actually a… an immortal who can live for a very, very long time?]

That was a good question, and Tao Ning was hesitant, unsure how to explain her cultivation level.

Revealing her true power would cause a commotion.

And there was no such thing as unconditional reverence, even gods had to pay a price for it.

The intense emotions, and the faint sensation whenever someone used the Soul Seizing Technique, she could sense it.

Because they would praise her, ask for her permission, then recite the incantation.

This feeling, regardless of day or night, and Tao Ning would instinctively agree the moment she sensed it.

Before her arrival, the success rate of the Soul Seizing Technique depended on the cultivator’s skill, the more powerful, the easier, those with weaker cultivation needing more practice.

She was truly curious who added those extra lines to the incantation, she remembered only teaching three phrases, and she herself only needed a single word.

After millennia, it had become so long-winded?

Fu Guanyue, her eyes closed, was waiting for Tao Ning to fall asleep before leaving to cultivate, not neglecting her practice even when not at home, as any lapse in concentration could be fatal.

Tonight, however, she was puzzled. Tao Ning usually fell asleep within half an hour, but it had been almost an hour, and she was still awake.

Was she upset?

What could be troubling her?

Was she still worried about going to Qizhou?

Fu Guanyue’s mind raced, thinking that it was normal to be concerned about such a long trip…

Unable to contain her curiosity, she opened her eyes and looked at Tao Ning.

Her movement was light, but Tao Ning immediately sensed it, turning to embrace her: “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Fu Guanyue, finding a comfortable position in her arms: “Are you thinking about something? If it’s about my family, don’t worry, my mother will definitely like you, I’ll introduce you properly.”

She hoped Tao Ning wouldn’t be scared after learning about her family’s “profession.”

Tao Ning nuzzled against her hair, then sat up, releasing Fu Guanyue: “There is something I need to tell you.”

Saying too much at once would be overwhelming, it was better to take it slowly, step by step.

Telling a cultivator, “I’m actually a Nascent Soul cultivator, and I reached this stage within three months,” was like telling an ordinary person, “I’m actually an alien princess, and I have the power to destroy this planet.”

Absurd and unbelievable.

She couldn’t just drag Fu Guanyue to a mountain and move it to prove her power, it would probably scare her to death.

Fu Guanyue, sensing her seriousness, was about to ask, “What is it?”

When a purple-gold light suddenly illuminated the dark room.

Not a lamp, but a ball of spiritual energy, condensed in Tao Ning’s hand.

The light reflected in Fu Guanyue’s eyes, rendering her speechless, almost stunned.

Tao Ning juggled the ball of energy, then two, then three, her hands a blur of purple-gold light, a clear demonstration of her power, not an illusion.

This scene was so shocking that Fu Guanyue couldn’t react.

She had seen many things in her years of cultivation, but never this.

After a long while, she finally managed to ask, “Magic?”

Then she immediately dismissed the thought, grabbing Tao Ning’s hand and examining it: “No, this isn’t magic, there are no hidden mechanisms, this pure spiritual energy can’t be faked.”

Tao Ning dispersed the energy, the faint purple-gold light scattering like stardust, captivating Fu Guanyue’s gaze: “How… how did you do that?”

Tao Ning’s voice was clear: “Spiritual energy, my spiritual energy.”

Fu Guanyue was still processing this: “Your… spiritual energy?”

She understood each word individually, but together, they made no sense.

Tao Ning, her lineage long gone, couldn’t reveal the truth, so she said, “I’ve always been able to see these auras, and they always scared me, so when I was young, my grandmother invited a celestial master who sealed my yin-yang eyes, hoping I could live a normal life.”

“Last month, the jade amulet that sealed my eyes broke, and I could see them again, and gradually, I realized something strange was happening, not only were ghosts following me, but another kind of energy was also entering my body.”

“I didn’t understand at first, then I tried controlling it, and I could form these balls of light.”

She conjured another ball of purple-gold energy, holding it in her hand.

Fu Guanyue was still processing this: “…”

She suddenly remembered their first meeting, Tao Ning’s wary glances at seemingly empty spaces, which, to an ordinary person, were indeed empty, but Fu Guanyue had also sensed something there.

Perhaps a lingering spirit, or a wisp of yin energy, easily dispelled with a wave of her hand.

Who would have thought that the seemingly ordinary person beside her, afraid of ghosts, had secretly become a cultivator, able to manipulate spiritual energy?

She sat there, stunned, until Tao Ning, feeling uneasy, leaned closer, tilting her head and asking, “Are you still willing to take me home?”

Fu Guanyue snapped back to attention, taking Tao Ning’s hands, her eyes serious: “Don’t worry, this isn’t strange, I’ll take you home and teach you how to cultivate. Actually, I’m also a cultivator, exorcising evil is my job, I’m not really a university professor, that’s just a cover.”

Finally revealing the truth, Fu Guanyue felt relieved, always having to hide her true identity was suffocating.

Fu Guanyue, no longer hesitant, her eyes lighting up: “I’ll take you home to meet my great-grandmother, she can also teach you.”

Tao Ning: “…”

She couldn’t follow Fu Guanyue’s train of thought.

Tao Ning: “Huh?”

Not even asking what else I can do? Already meeting Great-Grandma?

520 also felt that the host, clearly capable, had suddenly become too honest.

And Fu Guanyue, despite her serious demeanor, was also a hopeless romantic.

A few days later, at Qizhou Airport,

The plane landed, and the passengers dispersed, like ants, heading towards their destinations.

Tao Ning, returning to her birthplace after so many years, the scenery drastically changed, almost unrecognizable.

“Don’t worry, my family is very understanding, they won’t make you feel uncomfortable,” Fu Guanyue said, holding Tao Ning’s hand reassuringly.

Fu Xi and Fu Luo, following behind them, were used to this and didn’t find it strange.

They exchanged glances, amusement in their eyes.

But they were curious about the others’ reactions.

Tao Ning nodded: “Okay, I’m not worried, I’ll just follow you.”

The people waiting outside the airport finally saw their Young Mistress return, noticing the unfamiliar face beside her, and they paused.

Was this the person Young Mistress wanted to marry?

Her appearance was striking, but nothing else seemed unusual, they were curious how they met.

They didn’t know much about Tao Ning, only that she came from a wealthy family, which seemed to be true.

As Fu Guanyue had said, the Fu clan members were discreet, not paying too much attention to Tao Ning, just greeting her and inviting them into the car.

The young woman who came to greet them said, “Old Madam instructed us to take you two to the old residence, not Liujin Mansion, the journey is a bit long, Miss Tao, you can rest in the car.”

Fu Guanyue nodded, her tone indifferent: “I’ll take care of her, let’s go.”

The young woman bowed respectfully: “Yes, Young Mistress.”

In public, Fu Guanyue did have the demeanor of a future clan leader, and Tao Ning watched with amusement.

The young woman turned and winked at Fu Luo.

In the car, Fu Guanyue said seriously, “Don’t worry, my family lives in the mountains, it’s our cultivation grounds, outsiders aren’t allowed, only the Fu clan can find it, so whatever you see will be normal.”

This was probably the umpteenth time Fu Guanyue had told her not to worry, and Tao Ning couldn’t help but smile, finding it endearing.

She was truly worried about scaring Tao Ning.

Tao Ning: “…Okay?”

The partition was raised, and the car started, not towards the bustling city center, but towards the suburbs.

After millennia, the world had changed, it was normal for things to be different.

When Fu Guanyue’s car entered a scenic area, Tao Ning remained calm.

As they drove through the park, she was still calm.

But when the car started climbing the mountain, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

This place has become so… high?

They even have to climb a mountain now?

Fu Guanyue explained, “The area below is a nature park, owned by the Fu family, open to the public. But the path to our residence is protected by a barrier, no one can find it without permission.”

Tao Ning nodded silently, she was familiar with this place, just not its current appearance.

Back then, a woman had been crying in the middle of a barren wasteland, and Tao Ning, passing by, annoyed by her incessant wailing, had appeared and asked, “Why are you crying?”

She hadn’t even cried when her family’s graves were destroyed, and this woman was crying so dramatically on her own land, as if she were the one mourning.

The woman replied, “My name is Fu Chengbi.”

Tao Ning, thinking she was a fool despite her decent appearance, simply nodded: “Oh, Fu Chengbi.”

Then she turned to leave.

But she couldn’t, Fu Chengbi grabbing her sleeve, her voice filled with despair: “My natal artifact is broken, I can’t find its spirit, I can’t repair it.”

Tao Ning, pointing at herself, surprised: “You’re asking me?”

Fu Chengbi, covered in dust, shook her head: “No, I’m asking myself, why am I so useless?”

Tao Ning: “…”

Looking at the woman’s disheveled hair, Tao Ning, remembering something, bent down and asked, “The main branch of the Yingshan Fu clan specializes in talismans, as a talisman cultivator, do you have any talismans with you?”

“I do.” Fu Chengbi, puzzled, but still obediently pulled out a stack of talismans, all high-grade, not worried about Tao Ning stealing them.

Tao Ning picked one up, examining the others, which were almost identical, and asked, “Why did you draw so many Swiftness Talismans?”

Fu Chengbi, embarrassed, scratched her head: “I made a mistake, I was expelled from the clan, the head wanted to cripple my cultivation, and I didn’t want to…”

Tao Ning understood.

So she had drawn a bunch of talismans to escape.

They were both in similar situations, and Tao Ning, kneeling down, her wide sleeves brushing against the dusty ground, her pale hand reaching out, picked up a talisman: “This will do.”

Fu Chengbi, heartbroken: “Senior, you can take them all, they’re useless to me now, this is forbidden ground, they won’t come here.”

You know this is forbidden ground, that no one dares enter, yet you did.

Tao Ning, not bothering to argue with a crybaby, wagged her finger: “No, I only need one, and seeing you so distraught, I’ll teach you something, so you don’t have to cry anymore.”

Crying even more dramatically than someone mourning their ancestors, Tao Ning, afraid of being judged by her elders, never cried.

Fu Chengbi stopped crying: “What is it?”

A purple-gold light emanated from Tao Ning’s palm, the Swiftness Talisman floating in the air, a faint breeze ruffling their hair.

Tao Ning: “This is called the Soul Seizing Technique.”

“Heaven and earth as witness, qi as the guide, the talisman as the cage, bind!” With a wave of her sleeve, the talisman swirled like a small vortex, gathering the scattered spirit fragments.

“…”

Fu Chengbi’s eyes widened as faint blue lights converged towards the talisman, the dissipating spirit fragments summoned back.

The talisman landed back in her hand, its weight insignificant, yet feeling like a mountain in her heart.

She looked beside her.

The figure in red robes, however, was gone, leaving behind only a fleeting image, impossible to catch.

The car slowed down, and Tao Ning opened her eyes, looking out the window.

Lush greenery stretched as far as the eye could see, and before them stood a grand, ancient gate, like a massive beast guarding the mountain.

Fu Guanyue, seeing her awake, said, “We’re not there yet, just at the gate, we’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

“Okay.” Tao Ning leaned back, watching the changing scenery.