Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 5

Bi Lan shook Yan Zhao's shoulders vigorously. "Are you trying to die?! Spit out the snake meat!"

Yan Zhao, feeling dizzy from the shaking, pushed her away unceremoniously.

Bi Lan, taken aback by Yan Zhao's unexpected strength despite her small frame, was pushed back several steps before she could regain her balance.

Ignoring her, Yan Zhao silently packed up the pot and bowls, extinguished the fire, and turned to walk deeper into the forest.

"Yan Zhao!" Bi Lan, in a panic, quickly followed her.

When Yan Zhao's wrist was grabbed, she had to stop.

"I'm sorry for what happened before, but now you've ingested a highly toxic substance that might endanger your life. I can't just stand by and do nothing!" Bi Lan spoke rapidly, pulling Yan Zhao back. "You need to come with me to see the Deputy Peak Master and ask for help to detoxify!"

Yan Zhao felt baffled.

She forcefully shook off Bi Lan's hand, her impatience evident. "Why does it concern you whether I live or die?"

Bi Lan was caught off guard by the question. By the time she came back to her senses, Yan Zhao was already walking away.

"Oh no!" Bi Lan suddenly remembered her original purpose, realizing she hadn't finished her message.

Since she and Yan Zhao were on bad terms, and it was her fault initially, Bi Lan had no other ideas. She decided to go to the Immortal Residence and report the matter to Yuan Yi.

However, Yuan Yi, after hearing the story, just waved his hand dismissively. "It's nothing. It's just a small snake. Its poison won't kill her."

Bi Lan was stunned.

Even a Golden Core cultivator might not survive a bite from the Five Poison Snake King without immediate help. Yan Zhao's spiritual energy was weak, and she hadn't even built her foundation!

Yuan Yi, however, was preoccupied with another thought. He rubbed his brow in frustration, mumbling to himself, "I wonder where Yue has gone again. She went to the main peak and hasn't returned. Did that little rascal Jian Cheng stop her under the pretext of a sword contest?"

He lifted the lid of the incense burner, added some incense powder, and continued, "It looks like I'll have to go myself tomorrow."

The next day, Yan Zhao woke up to find herself floating in mid-air, being held like a small chick by someone.

This time, the one holding her was a Taoist priest dressed in faded dark blue robes, with a ceremonial dust whisk in hand, giving him an air of a true immortal.

However, the man had a pale face without a beard, and his appearance was somewhat feminine. His outstanding looks made the robe seem incongruous.

Yan Zhao was accustomed to such treatment, so she was not surprised.

The Taoist, who seemed unable to stay idle, initiated a conversation. "Aren't you curious about where we're going?"

Yan Zhao: "......"

"You've always disliked the sect's life, haven't you?" The Taoist continued, talking to himself, "So I thought of a way to send you down the mountain."

Yan Zhao: "......"

"Oh, don't thank me. Just consider it a good deed. If you're lucky enough to survive, you can offer me some incense in the future."

Yan Zhao: "......"