The Unruly Immortals

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the odd reaction of the other person, Bai Lingmiao was obviously frightened by Li Huowang.

She hurriedly reached out to touch him but was startled by the burning heat of Li Huowang's skin, which was hot to the touch.

"Brother Li, stop thinking about it, I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore!" Bai Lingmiao, driven to tears, hugged Li Huowang tightly with both hands.

Hearing Bai Lingmiao's words, Li Huowang closed his eyes, clenching his teeth as he forced himself to think.

Struggling in his mind, fragments that had been deliberately hidden began piecing together incessantly.

Assembling into a picture that just by thinking about it, could suffocate one, some things that should have been forgotten resurfaced once again.

The scroll was both moving and still, and he intended to use words that the other party might understand to try to speak out.

"On the back of that jade pendant, in the place that might be called the White Jade Capital, I saw some things, some things I can't describe, they are huge, and very… cold!!"

Li Huowang's voice was hoarse and heavy, and he spoke in a stammering, confused manner.

At this point, Li Huowang's body began to tremble uncontrollably once more.

"People should not go there... Once a person goes there, they will be taken away, taken by them, the things that belong to them, people are assembled by them! When nothing is left to take, just like Master Danyang! Completely vanished!"

"Then there was something else, inside the White Jade Capital! It... was drawing me in! I went there! I saw the whole world! I felt it! I sensed what it was thinking!!"

Apart from Bai Lingmiao's hands, suddenly another pair of hands from behind passed slowly over, pressing Li Huowang's forehead.

Those hands, squeezing like a tightening spell, brought a splitting headache to Li Huowang, but also a rare moment of relief amidst the pressure.

At that moment, Li Huowang had no time to think about whose hands they were, he could only continue speaking through clenched teeth.

"I could understand it! Do you know? I could understand what it was thinking!! It couldn't be someone else! Only I could understand it! Because it went mad!"

No sooner had he said this that Li Huowang felt as though the scroll in his mind was gradually slipping out of his control.

Some things on the scroll were starting to peer out at him.

"I saw its past, it wasn't... it wasn't like this before! It used to be good! It is crying!! It's screaming!!"

"Who is it?" A cold female voice came from behind Li Huowang.

Veins on Li Huowang's head throbbed vigorously as if they were about to burst any second.

Li Huowang called out with all his might the thing in his head. "Nuoxi! It's called Nuoxi!"

With these words, the atmosphere inside the carriage began to turn eerie, as if the warm blankets could no longer block the chill from the outside.

Faint whispering noises appeared in everyone's ears, and outside the carriage came the neighing of horses and the barking of Mantou.

Li Huowang knew that it was not Nuoxi, Nuoxi had gone mad, it couldn't possibly notice him, what noticed him were some other things.

"Get away!" With a low shout from Li Huowang, the surroundings suddenly cleared up, gradually quieting down.

Li Huowang, drenched in sweat, lay on the ground, gasping for air, while Bai Lingmiao's sobbing voice echoed in his ears.

"Brother Li, I was wrong, I was really wrong, stop thinking about it, as long as you can always stay by my side, I won't ask anymore!"

In the pitch-black carriage, first two hands helped Li Huowang up, then another hand wiped his forehead with a towel, and yet another hand brought a bowl of water, carefully pouring it into Li Huowang's mouth.

Under the repeated comforts of four hands, Li Huowang's breathing slowly calmed down. The buzzing in his head and the piercing tinnitus also gradually dissipated.

Li Huowang looked weakly at the young girl in front of him. "Things... are just like that..."

Unbeknownst to him, Li Huowang slipped into a heavy sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight outside the carriage, and his undergarments had been changed.

Looking at the roof of the carriage above him, he felt around with his hand for the emptiness beside him where the blanket had been, sighed, and pressed his hands against his temples, massaging them.

What he had tried hard to remember the night before had mostly dissipated, and some things that should have been clear in his mind became thoroughly blurry.

But even though the memories were blurry, Li Huowang grasped some things.

Zhengde Temple, where they worshipped the flesh-and-blood Great Buddha; An Ci Nunnery, dirty, lazy, and greedy; Oblivion Path, deceivers of people and gods alike; and the spirit-shamans who traded human lives.

The divine skills used by everyone here were all bizarre.

Not to mention the Evil Spirits, like the ones on Bahu Night, Old Master You, Grandma, and the God of Happiness.

He had thought he had transmigrated to a world that was supposed to be chaotic like this.

But now, it appeared that wasn't the case at all; the fundamental issue was that there was something wrong with the world itself.

Like him, it was sick; otherwise, it shouldn't be like this, it should have been... more normal.

"What exactly is going on with this world?" Li Huowang muttered to himself.

"It's called the Great Nuoxi? Does it have something to do with those Nuoxi plays? According to Top Scholar Lv, Nuoxi is a very ancient form of play, the ancestor of all other plays."

"It sounds like those who perform Nuoxi plays seem to be worshipping the Great Nuoxi, but..."

Li Huowang remembered the people who had been deceived by Oblivion Path and attacked him; they didn't have the power to match their impressive backgrounds and were even less capable than the bandits.

"Alas..." Li Huowang sighed, he had grown tired of trying to make sense of it all.

Whatever had happened with the Great Nuoxi, it had nothing to do with him.

As an ordinary person, he should now be more concerned with something related to him.

Why he was able to live was a new question that Li Huowang had just begun to consider.

He had ventured deep into the extremely terrifying and strange White Jade Capital, a place where humans should not exist.

He didn't dissipate like Master Danyang, but instead, he actually survived.

"Is this also Xinsu's ability? Or did the Bahu that I saw save me?"

Li Huowang speculated wildly, wanting to find answers, but answers were not so easily found.

Of course, being alive was a good thing, but Li Huowang feared this good fortune might be followed by trouble.

Contemplating, Li Huowang sat up and took his clothes from the box under the blanket and began to dress.

Once outside the carriage, Li Huowang saw, by the distant riverbank, the morning breeze gently caressing Bai Lingmiao's white hair, as if stirring ripples.

She was focused on washing clothes, her face illuminated by the morning light—so elegant and delicate.

Watching the young girl from afar, who had shared joys and hardships with him, Li Huowang's heart stirred slightly.

"No matter how I live, since I have someone with me, life must go on. Fortunately, things have finally come to a close."