I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 45

"...Are you saying you know Wan Shao and that this bamboo whistle is from her?"

After managing to calm the furious Blood Lotus spirit, Shang Can explained the incident involving the bamboo whistle and the flower spirits. The spirit crossed her arms, pouting unhappily.

"That flower spirit..." she spoke through clenched teeth, her eyes fixed on the bamboo whistle hanging around Shang Can's neck, "Did she send you here to pick a fight?!"

"No, she didn't."

To avoid ending up in a brawl with her, Shang Can immediately denied it, silently noting this down as a debt to Wan Shao in her mind.

The spirit before her looked quite indignant, but at least she was someone they could communicate with. Shang Can subtly surveyed the area, not detecting any hostility from her.

...What should she do? Would saying everything here be too rash?

As she pondered how to speak, the flower spirit sulked, saying, "What are you thinking? Just say it; if you don't, I'm leaving."

...Her temper seemed to be better than Shang Can expected; at least she wasn't saying things like, "If you don't speak, I'll hit you!"

Shang Can thought for a moment and said, "I'm a friend of Wan Shao. She knew I had business in the Ghost Realm, so she gave me this bamboo whistle, telling me to blow it when I encounter trouble."

The spirit's pretty face immediately scrunched up in anger, and she growled, "How could that woman! She calls me out and still expects me to help!"

"...Yeah, how could she do that?"

Though she could guess that Wan Shao's actions were likely to ensure she could lure the Blood Lotus spirit out, Shang Can still nodded in agreement, playing along with the outraged spirit.

"And you!" The flower spirit glared at Shang Can, pointing at her, "What trouble have you run into? You smell like the River of Forgetfulness! Do you know how many flowers and plants would wither from the water you've dripped along the way?!"

Ah, she seems to be a good spirit.

In this situation, still concerned about asking her what trouble she faced, Shang Can couldn't help but feel a bit of respect for the spirit, so she nodded honestly and replied, "I just came out of the River of Forgetfulness."

Shang Can then shared half-truths about her experiences since arriving in the Ghost Realm, omitting her purpose for being there and her current physical condition, eventually stating vaguely, "—and now I want to go to Fengdu, but I haven't been able to find the way."

"..."

The flower spirit looked at her with a very sympathetic expression and said, "With the way you're wandering around like a headless fly, you probably won't find Fengdu even after a month of walking."

Shang Can was left speechless. The flower spirit seemed to have taken an interest and asked, "So, you're a cultivator?"

"...Sort of."

Since she could no longer pretend to be a new ghost, Shang Can sighed and admitted this. As soon as she did, the spirit's eyes lit up, and she assumed a serious demeanor.

"Helping you is possible," the flower spirit said dramatically, putting on a difficult expression, "but why should I go through this trouble? There's no benefit for me."

Shang Can nodded in understanding. "What do you want?"

"Hmm, now that you understand what I mean, I can relax. You're much smarter than that idiot Wan Shao!"