CHAPTER 373: CHAPTER 370: NEWS BROUGHT BY LITTLE GINSENG SPIRIT

Little Ginseng Spirit happily moved into its new home and was even placed on the windowsill directly facing the moon. The moonlight was so pure that it couldn’t resist taking a few sips—it was exactly the taste.

Only Si Lengyue, looking at the old pot with a chipped corner, tried to contain herself and said, "Isn’t this pot a bit inappropriate? I have a flowerpot made of jade at my place, should I bring it over for it? The Spiritual Energy would be richer, right?"

A thousand-year-old ginseng spirit, using a broken pot as a home, it was somewhat humiliating. Next time, a jade one should be brought.

Upon hearing this, Little Ginseng Spirit instantly jumped in front of Si Lengyue, truly this young lady from the Si Family is beautiful and kind-hearted.

"How could I accept this, thank you so much. When I bear ginseng fruits, I’ll definitely give you one."

Qin Liuxi sneered, "Can you change this bad habit of making big promises? You’ve drawn several major promises already, but no fruits have appeared, only numerous promises floating around like your blown-up tales."

Little Ginseng Spirit: "..."

Qin Liuxi then said to Si Lengyue, "Don’t mind it. Having a clay pot for its dwelling is already its luck. If it’s too picky, I’ll smash it right now."

She made a motion to push the pot.

Little Ginseng Spirit yelped loudly, clinging onto it with arms and legs, urgently saying, "How could I be picky? Whatever you provide, even if it’s a smelly stone from a toilet, I’d appreciate it."

It was afraid Qin Liuxi would indeed destroy its new home, so it quickly rolled back into the soil, popping its head out to watch Qin Liuxi, "You’ve put effort into making this, it shouldn’t be wasted."

Qin Liuxi huffed, "Unmanageable."

Little Ginseng Spirit felt wronged, realizing it could only hasten producing results to please her.

Once it calmed down, Qin Liuxi pondered and spoke, "Little Shen, you are a treasure from heaven and earth, and have been in existence for over a thousand years. Have you heard of this Blood Curse from the Si Family, or know the Black Witch who placed the curse?"

Little Ginseng Spirit, clinging to the edge of the pot, replied, "I’ve heard bits from the previous Northern Ghost King Zhou Le. I remember, a hundred years ago, there was a Black Witch named Gong Xianhu with rare and exceptional talents, an extraordinary genius crowned as Black Witch Saintess, under her leadership, the might of Black Witch Holy Palace rose, with increasing followers, even seeming to surpass the power of the White Witch Sacred Power."

Qin Liuxi and Si Lengyue exchanged a look.

"Zhou Le kept me in Gengdong Mountain, saying outside had many people and even more demons, claiming a fine entity like me would definitely be captured and not a single hair would be left..." Little Ginseng Spirit mentioned Zhou Le, looking somewhat desolate, it was under Zhou Le’s protection that it managed to develop spiritual wisdom, but now Zhou Le was gone.

"Stop being sentimental, continue." Qin Liuxi interrupted its nostalgia and sighs.

Heartless and merciless Qin Liuxi.

Little Ginseng Spirit muttered in its heart and continued, "I didn’t leave Gengdong Mountain, so I don’t know much, but on Gengdong Mountain, there are plenty of ghosts, as well as various little spirit monsters scurrying around, but the most talked about is that Black Witch Saintess named Gong Xianhu, how should I put it, she’s totally love-struck, right?"

Qin Liuxi: "..."

Little Ginseng Spirit supported its chin, recalling, "I heard that for her lover, no, her man, she directly turned against several elders of the Black Witch, turning the entire Black Holy Palace into her own dictatorship."

Qin Liuxi seemed intrigued, "Then what?"

"Then?" Little Ginseng Spirit thought: "Dead maybe? Wasn’t she killed by someone from the Si Family? Right, that man was the secretly kept away Saint Heir of the Si Family. Tsk tsk, back then I heard from a Polygonum multiflorum spirit saying the Saint Heir looked like a proper gentleman, yet turned out to be a heartbreaker and handsome scoundrel. It’s true that overly good-looking men are unreliable, perhaps filled with poisonous black sesame stuffing, one bite could be lethal."

Qin Liuxi: "!"

She looked at Si Lengyue, who was holding her forehead, a look of embarrassment on her face.

Qin Liuxi coughed and glared at the Little Ginseng Spirit, "Only you have a mouth that blabbers non-stop."

The Little Ginseng Spirit belatedly realized it had been badmouthing the ancestors of Little Beauty Si, and hastily tried to remedy, "These are just things I heard from others, not everyone is like that. Like you, Little Yue Yue, you’re a beautiful and kind-hearted person."

Si Lengyue smiled lightly, "It’s okay."

"Besides this gossip, do you have any useful information?" Qin Liuxi asked.

The Little Ginseng Spirit said, "Just these gossips, all hearsay from others..."

"What use are you!" Qin Liuxi glared at it.

The Little Ginseng Spirit shrank back, looking pitiful. Si Lengyue quickly said, "Don’t scare it. It hasn’t left Gengdong Mountain, so it’s not surprising that it doesn’t know."

Si Little Beauty is so nice.

The Little Ginseng Spirit gratefully glanced at her, then thought for a moment and added, "But I did hear from a little ghost that it encountered Gong Xianhu. I’m not sure if it’s true or not."

"Tell me about it."

The Little Ginseng Spirit thought for a bit, then said, "That little ghost said, Gong Xianhu cut open her own belly, took out a fetus, then stitched herself up, and used the fetus’s blood to draw a talisman array. But that little ghost loves to boast. Hardly any of his stories are true, and we all treat his words like bragging for fun."

Si Lengyue frowned and said, "Our ancestors never mentioned this, only that the Black Witch Saintess made a soul sacrifice at the Black Holy Palace."

"It’s not the Black Holy Palace," said the Little Ginseng Spirit. "That little ghost said it saw it on Black Mountain."

Hearing this, Si Lengyue’s frown deepened. She knew she was burdened with this Blood Curse and was not just waiting to die, she had also read through the historical records of her ancestors, which all mentioned that the Black Witch Saintess made a soul sacrifice at the altar of the Black Holy Palace and bled to death, setting this hundred-year Blood Curse."

"What’s this little ghost’s name?" Qin Liuxi asked.

Little Ginseng Spirit: "Who knows what it was called, we all called it the Bragging Ghost. I heard it loved to brag in life, bragged so much it got beaten to death. But it’s no use asking, it has already reincarnated."

Qin Liuxi lightly tapped the table, saying, "So in your opinion, do you think what this little ghost said was true or false?"

"You’re really testing me here. These gossips are just to listen to and forget; they have nothing to do with me, how would I know whether they are true or false... Hey, don’t glare at me, am I not speaking outright truth?" The Little Ginseng Spirit quickly stretched out a tendril trying to cover her mouth, saying, "If it weren’t for Little Beauty Si visiting once, I wouldn’t even remember the Si family. I’ve lived too long, seen and heard too much; how could I ponder everything?"

"Living too long and don’t want to live anymore, is that it? I can help you on your way, see what you can do." Qin Liuxi extended a demonic claw to grab at its leaves.

The Little Ginseng Spirit yelped and dodged, begging for mercy, and escaped the clutches of the Demon Star by sacrificing a small tendril.

It pulled at the few leaves left on its top, pitifully burying itself in the soil, becoming self-isolated.

Too mean.

Qin Liuxi then turned to look at the frowning Si Lengyue, saying, "I think this information surely isn’t baseless; your Si family might have been misled. We’ll check more into this later."