Chapter 85: Invited a Grand Master

Just as I felt my vision start to spin, the Golden Bee Gu beside me flew onto my arm.
Immediately, I felt a sharp pain in my arm, as if I had been stung.

“Ah!”
I cried out in pain and quickly clutched my arm.
Then I realized that under the stimulation of the pain, I could actually move again.
My eyes also broke free from the attraction of the red light.

It seemed the Golden Bee Gu had seen that I was mesmerized and helped me break free from the trance with external stimulation.
This Golden Bee Gu was truly intelligent.
Bai Yue’s claim that it was worth over a hundred thousand yuan was definitely not an exaggeration.

And those two red lights, like lasers, that captivated you upon sight, paralyzing your body—the feeling was somewhat familiar.
I had encountered it once not long ago.
I looked up, and sure enough, I saw a weasel standing outside the window, its eyes blood-red.

It was that Bixian spirit.
It had come to find me after all.
Previously, a group of weasels had come to warn me of the danger from the ghosts, but the feeling they gave me was completely different from this Yellow Great Immortal.

Although their eyes were also red, they lacked the penetrating red glow of the one before me, nor did they have the same spiritual and eerie feeling when it stood up.

If this Yellow Great Immortal could be considered a great demon, then the group of weasels before could only be considered minor demons that had just gained a bit of intelligence, not even having transcended the category of beasts.
Even if they looked similar, there was a fundamental difference in their level.
So I recognized it at a glance and quickly told the Golden Bee Gu not to be alarmed.

Seemingly realizing I had noticed it, the Yellow Great Immortal stopped scratching the window.
I had no intention of resisting it.
After all, Mo Qingyan had said that this was a transaction between us.
As long as I followed the rules of the transaction, the Bixian would absolutely not harm a human.

I lowered my gaze, trying not to make eye contact with it.
Just as I was about to open the window, I saw the Yellow Great Immortal float right in.
I rubbed my eyes.
I could clearly see the window was closed.
It had passed directly through the glass, and it had floated in.

At this point, I was getting used to strange things.
‘Well, it is called a “Great Immortal”,’ I thought.
‘It’s normal for it to know some demonic arts.’
‘How else could it have gotten to the twelfth-floor window to scratch it if it couldn’t float?’
‘And as for passing through glass, that’s even less surprising.’
‘It appeared and disappeared like a ghost when we summoned the Bixian in the Supernatural Events Department clubroom.’

The Yellow Great Immortal landed in my room.
It looked around, its crimson gaze falling on the two paper effigies.
I saw the ominous aura on the two paper effigies shrink together, as if they were extremely wary of this Yellow Great Immortal.

Come to think of it, these two had only died recently, and much of their resentful energy had been dissipated by the monks of Mingwang Temple.
They were basically at the level of lonely ghosts and wild spirits.
Faced with this Yellow Great Immortal, which could already be called a demon, they certainly didn’t dare to be impudent.

Moreover, their previous plan to possess a body was likely thwarted because this Yellow Great Immortal had warned me.
No wonder they immediately blew out the candles to warn me as soon as it appeared.

I didn’t dare to be slow either.
I hurried to the refrigerator, took out the blood bag I had prepared earlier, and placed it in front of the Yellow Great Immortal, saying respectfully, “Great Immortal, please enjoy.”

It took the blood bag, held it to its chest, but did not leave immediately as I had imagined, nor did it start drinking.
Instead, it swaggered around my home, holding the blood bag.

Now I was stumped.
I could only follow behind the Yellow Great Immortal and ask, “Great Immortal, is there anything else you desire?”

It walked all the way to the kitchen and then looked at the cutting board, where the half-piece of pork I had leftover was sitting.
I couldn’t eat that much, so I had originally planned to save it for a possible late-night snack.

“Does the Great Immortal want to eat pork?” I asked.
It nodded its head in a very human-like way.
There was nothing I could do.
Since the Great Immortal had taken a fancy to my pork, I could only nod.
“No problem, Great Immortal, please help yourself.”

Unexpectedly, it still didn’t move.
Instead, it pointed at the cutting board, then at the wok.
Was it asking me to cook for it?
I just casually cook noodles for myself!

Alright, it might be able to help me in the future.
I resignedly picked up the kitchen knife, cut the pork, and stir-fried it in the wok.
I added a little salt and threw in the remaining green onions for flavor.

While I was cooking, I heard the sound of the TV from the living room.
When I carried the pork into the living room, I saw the Yellow Great Immortal standing on the coffee table with the remote control in front of it.
It was actually watching Animal World.

“Please, help yourself,” I placed the pork in front of it.
Only then did the Yellow Great Immortal bite open the blood bag and begin to eat and drink, taking a bite of pork and then a sip of blood, all while watching the TV show.

Well, what do you know.
Even weasels need side dishes with their drinks these days.
I didn’t know if its cultivation was at an immortal’s level, but this enjoyment of watching TV while feasting on blood and meat was truly better than that of a living god.

I could only sit beside it and try to make conversation.
“The last time, a group of weasels brought a burial shroud to warn me. Was that your doing?”

The Yellow Great Immortal nodded while taking a sip of blood.
That was probably an admission.
I asked in pleasant surprise, “Then, if I’m in danger in the future, can you come and warn me again?”
“Of course, I can continue to buy meat as an offering for you.”

The last time the Yellow Great Immortal came to warn me was probably because our transaction wasn’t complete.
It didn’t want the promised blood to be gone, so it came to warn me.

While browsing online earlier, I saw a post that said spiritually aware animals can often detect danger earlier than humans.
I thought that a weasel that had become a demon should be even more sensitive than cats and dogs.
It would be best if I could get it to give me warnings in the future as well.

The Yellow Great “Immortal” thought for a moment, then lifted its paw and pointed at the computer.
The mouse and keyboard started moving on their own.
Then a webpage popped up, showing a picture of a chicken.

I wasn’t surprised that the Yellow Great Immortal could remotely control the computer.
It had remotely controlled me during the Bixian summoning before.
If it could control a human body, controlling a computer was nothing.

And so it wanted chicken.
That made sense; weasels prefer to eat chickens.
I nodded and said, “No problem.”
“The next time you visit, I will definitely offer you a live chicken.”

Unexpectedly, it waved its paw, and the webpage changed again, this time to a picture of a roast chicken.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Alright, roast chicken it is.”

To be honest, roast chicken was even easier.
I could just buy a ready-made one from the supermarket or a deli.
The price wasn’t expensive either.
I asked again, “If I ask for your help again, what will be the price?”

The Yellow Great Immortal pointed at the blood bag, which was now almost empty.
This didn’t surprise me.
It still wanted my blood, as expected.
I nodded.
“Deal!”

Through this negotiation, I had convinced the Yellow Great Immortal to continue cooperating.
With warnings from this Yellow Great Immortal, whom even resentful spirits feared, I had another layer of insurance.
My heart was greatly settled.

After eating and drinking its fill, the Yellow Great Immortal’s aura seemed to have changed from when it first entered.
Although it had felt unfathomably deep before, now I could clearly see its demonic energy churning.
It seemed to have become even more terrifying.