Chapter 12: Duped by Milk Candy, Kindred Spirits

“What are you so afraid of? You're not the same as before. Thanks to cultivating the Five Elements Immortal Art, your sea of consciousness is like a vast ocean, and your spiritual power rivals the celestial river.”
Qin Lang said nothing, but studied Milk Candy carefully, searching for any sign of deceit or falsehood.
Don’t blame him for being so cautious—one must be careful in all things, or else risk disaster.
Especially since this cat’s origins remain unclear. Even though it claims to be a spirit, Qin Lang finds it hard to trust completely.
After a long silence, Qin Lang finally decided to accept the memory. He cast his gaze at Milk Candy and said, “It may take an hour or two to absorb this memory. Keep watch over my body—don’t let anyone harm me, or I’ll make sure you pay dearly.”
His body is his greatest asset.
Without it, what revolution could he make? He’d have to report to the underworld and await reincarnation.
So this body is especially precious to him…
“Don’t worry. With me here, no one can touch you. If someone tries, I’ll wake you right away,” Milk Candy promised solemnly, as if determined to guard him.
Qin Lang didn’t bother with further argument. He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and calmed his mind. The golden light before him sank into his forehead at that moment.
“Ah—”
The instant the golden light entered his forehead, Qin Lang’s face contorted, and he collapsed, convulsing on the ground, crying out in pain, his face pale as death.
“Milk Candy, damn you—”
Suddenly opening his eyes, Qin Lang howled angrily, his features twisted as he endured agony that pierced his very soul.
At that moment, memories of Prince Pingnan Liu An conspiring with demons, his spiritual power being crippled by the mighty figures of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, and the suffering he endured—all flooded his mind like a raging torrent.
While he suffered, his body, lying in the room, convulsed madly as if seized by epilepsy…
“Cough, cough—”
Milk Candy coughed awkwardly, then tried to look serious, “Young man, you can’t blame me for this—I had no idea the memory would be so vast.”
“Damn it, when I’m done with this, I’ll challenge you one-on-one!”
“Ah—”
“Heh heh—”
Watching Qin Lang writhing in pain, Milk Candy could only smile sheepishly, keeping its eyes fixed on the memories playing above his head like a film.

Carefully examining the content, Milk Candy instantly realized it truly was Liu An’s memory.
But what shocked it was that Qin Lang managed not to fully accept the memory, instead separating it and storing it in his own sea of consciousness.
Such a miraculous feat—Qin Lang was definitely the first in history. Whether anyone in the future could do the same would depend on their abilities…
An hour passed. Qin Lang lay on the ground, gasping for breath, sweat streaming down, glaring fiercely at Milk Candy.
He shouldn’t have trusted this scoundrel.
Damn it, this rascal was a trap, making him grind his teeth with fury.
Milk Candy, noticing his gaze, looked extremely awkward and avoided eye contact, “Young man, you can’t blame me for this. I’m innocent—I didn’t know your sea of consciousness was the size of a hundred-meter-wide lake~”
“But it’s fine. Now you have a sea of consciousness more than a hundred times greater than before. Next time you accept a memory, you won’t have to worry about this happening again.”
Qin Lang: “…”
Next time?
Next time, my foot.
Over his dead body would he go through such soul-wrenching pain again.
If he weren’t a cultivator, those terrifying memories would have left him bedridden for half a year.
Milk Candy didn’t joke further, its face solemn and tone cold, “Young man, you must have absorbed his memory and learned his plans. From now on, be careful and focus on advancing your cultivation.”
“If possible, I suggest you begin the Dao Foundation in half a month. Don’t delay any longer—it won’t do you any good~”
…
Qin Lang slowly opened his eyes, lying flat on the bed, feeling sore all over as if he’d been wrestled to the ground for ages.
He moved his aching body, slightly annoyed, but relieved to find nothing seriously wrong.
Night had already fallen outside, and Qin Lang rose and left his room.
“He’s not here—did he go looking for his sister?”
Looking around and seeing no one, even the door to Flower Pavilion’s room was tightly shut, Qin Lang was filled with confusion.
“Damn it, that rascal went looking for his sister and didn’t even invite me—”

Finding no one, Qin Lang could only leave the backyard in resignation, walking step by step toward the pavilion ahead.
As soon as he reached the front yard, he saw Flower Pavilion sitting under the gazebo, drinking, with Su Momo beside him.
Seeing Qin Lang approach, Flower Pavilion finished his cup, smiling, “Brother Qin, did you sleep well just now?”
Rubbing his sore neck, Qin Lang smiled calmly, “It was all right, though I woke up aching. Not the most comfortable sleep.”
Flower Pavilion flashed a wicked grin and teased, “Brother Qin, your sore waist—were you dreaming of spring, enjoying a night of passion with a lady in your dreams?”
“Cough, cough—” Qin Lang’s face twitched, looking at him with exasperation, “Flower Pavilion, do I look like that kind of person?”
Flower Pavilion studied him, then nodded lightly, “You do. In fact, you look so much like it that even I have to admit defeat~”
Though Qin Lang appears upright, he’s as much a womanizer as Flower Pavilion—a kindred spirit.
This guy talks a lot, but every word is nonsense, leaving no room for rebuttal.
Over the past half month, Su Momo had often been left speechless by his taunts.
“Heh—” Su Momo sneered coldly, her eyes full of disdain as she looked at Qin Lang, “What kind of person are you? Have you no self-awareness?”
Qin Lang raised his head and put on a look of utmost propriety, “Miss Su, what you say doesn’t concern me. Whatever I am, it’s none of your business. We barely know each other—why such concern? Or have you fallen for me?”
“Pah!” Su Momo turned away in disgust, “As if I’d ever fancy you—take a look at yourself!”
“Even if you were the last man in the Upper Realm, I would never choose someone like you.” Su Momo looked at him with utter contempt.
Facing such scorn, Qin Lang remained unfazed, smiling charmingly, “If I were the last man in the Upper Realm, do you think I’d choose you?”
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