Chapter 1612 - 1459: Yin Yang Inn 15
Looking at the incredibly surprised expression of Pei Shaosen, Qi Shuangshuang, who was now fully awake, let out a soft laugh. Sitting at the table while fanning herself, she explained to him quite calmly.
"Mr. Pei, there’s no need to be so surprised. The Wood Demon just wants to change its appearance, which is akin to a human changing clothes or a woman putting on makeup—it’s no big deal."
Pei Shaosen was dumbfounded for a while, then suddenly recalled that this Yin Yang Inn was quite extraordinary, so changing one’s appearance didn’t seem so bizarre.
Finally, with Pei Shaosen’s worldview reshaped, he, along with Qi Shuangshuang, Feng Lin, and Li Yu, sat in the inn’s lobby having breakfast. The meals prepared by Yuan Chongyuan were always abundant, with at least seventeen or eighteen varieties for breakfast alone.
Fortunately, besides Pei Shaosen, everyone else had a huge appetite, so finishing all the meals Yuan Chongyuan prepared was no problem and wouldn’t cause any waste.
Outside the window, the Manjushaka flowers swayed gently, and a floral fragrance drifted in through the open window of the Yin Yang Inn, swirling around Qi Shuangshuang’s nose before gradually fading away.
Qi Shuangshuang put down the radish cake she was holding and leisurely wiped her hands, saying to the others: "Stop eating, there’s a guest at the inn. It’s time to attend to the guest."
The Wood Demon moved very swiftly. Just as Qi Shuangshuang finished speaking, the table and chairs full of food in front of them vanished, and simultaneously, the tightly closed doors of the Yin Yang Inn swung open.
Pei Shaosen, being new to the Yin Yang Inn, was quite curious. He kept a serious face as he sat there, but his eyes couldn’t help drifting toward the door.
Soon, from the sea of Manjushaka flowers, a slender figure emerged. It appeared to be a woman, dressed in white, with large areas of red stains across it.
When the woman got closer, everyone realized that the red on her white dress wasn’t part of the pattern but rather startling bloodstains.
She walked over the arch bridge without hesitation and stepped into the Yin Yang Inn. Her complexion was very pale, and her beauty was to the extreme—though beautiful, it was not flamboyant, like a lotus unsullied by the mud, pure but not demonic.
As a guest of the Yin Yang Inn, the first thing to do upon entry is to eat. This meal is the last in the mortal world, and after eating it, one’s past affairs will be resolved, and they’ll enter the cycle of reincarnation.
This final meal is usually something they most want to eat. Under normal circumstances, Feng Lin, as the attendant, is responsible for asking the guests what they’d like to eat.
But this woman came in and sat directly at the table without needing Feng Lin’s greeting, saying quite calmly, "Attendant, please get me a Purple Wisteria Flower Cake."
Feng Lin raised an eyebrow in surprise, hesitatingly asking: "Are you sure you want a Purple Wisteria Flower Cake? It’s akin to eating your own flesh, can you stomach it?"
Feng Lin said this because the woman wasn’t a ghost soul but a demon soul. A demon soul is the soul of a demon after death.
This woman, in her lifetime, was a Purple Wisteria Flower Demon, which is why Feng Lin was so shocked at her request for a Purple Wisteria Flower Cake. For a monster, not eating their kind is a moral code, much like how humans don’t eat humans.
Though the petals of plants aren’t the same species, they’re akin to the human uterus or placenta—they’re where new life is nurtured, and few humans can accept eating placenta; similarly, demons feel the same.
Unexpectedly, the woman let out a bitter smile, and tears suddenly fell from her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "I just want to know what a Purple Wisteria Flower Cake tastes like."
Feng Lin opened his mouth, about to say something perhaps tasteless, when he heard Qi Shuangshuang say from the side: "Feng Lin, go to the kitchen and get a Purple Wisteria Flower Cake for the guest."
Since Qi Shuangshuang had spoken, Feng Lin naturally said no more and quickly brought out a plate of Purple Wisteria Flower Cakes for the woman.
The woman’s hands trembled slightly as she picked up a Purple Wisteria Flower Cake, and before it reached her mouth, tears had fallen, one after another, down her pale face onto the cake in front of her.
After crying for a long while, the woman finally put the cake in her mouth and took a bite. As she ate, she shed silent tears, and though it was quiet, one could profoundly feel her despairing sorrow.
One after another, the Purple Wisteria Flower Cakes disappeared into her mouth. After all the cakes were gone, the woman ceased her crying.
Qi Shuangshuang waited until the woman stopped crying before she slowly spoke: "Would the guest like to tell us your story? We will do our utmost to resolve your troubles and obsessions so that you can peacefully enter the Yellow Springs."
The woman blinked, smiled bitterly, and began telling her story.
The woman’s name was Ziteng. Her true form was a Purple Wisteria flower. She originally grew on a mountain as a wildflower, unrestrained and at ease. Her biggest daily hope was to transform soon and become an immortal.
But then one day, Ziteng’s peaceful life was disrupted. Many people came to the mountain, and at the place where Ziteng resided, they were breaking ground to build a villa.
Although Ziteng had already developed spiritual wisdom, she hadn’t turned into a demon and couldn’t leave. Those people built houses and transported earth and stone right beside her.
Every day, Ziteng lived in extreme fear, as she was just a fragile wildflower. Any of those people could easily pull her from the ground and end her life.
Even if no one did so, those coming and going, carrying so many stones and lumber, any could crush her to death with ease.
Every day, Ziteng lived in fear at the brink of life and death, desperately praying each dawn to survive that day.
Amidst such tension, Ziteng managed to endure day after day, watching as the villa was slowly constructed next to her. She survived safely until the entire villa was complete.
Seeing the impressive villa nearby, Ziteng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she was no longer in danger. But just as Ziteng let her guard down, the villa’s occupants decided to plant flowers around it, intending to surround the entire villa with blossoms.
Ziteng’s spot happened to be within the area they planned to clear. Ziteng would always remember that the sunlight was beautiful on that day.
At that time, Ziteng was happily enjoying the thought of narrowly escaping death, swaying with the breeze and basking in the sun.
At that moment, a person with a shovel appeared, intending to uproot her immediately. Terrified, Ziteng screamed, cried, and pleaded for her life, begging that person not to kill her.
Unfortunately, Ziteng’s desperate pleas were nothing more to their eyes than a flower swaying quickly in the wind and served no purpose. Humans couldn’t hear her cries and pleas.
Just when Ziteng thought she was doomed, she was saved by someone. Her savior was a young man in a scholar’s outfit, remarkably elegant and handsome.
Their voice was extraordinarily gentle, appearing like a radiant light before Ziteng, pulling her out of the abyss of despair.