"Long time no see, I brought you some food." Lu Yang said warmly, a skill he picked up from working at the barbecue shop. After more than a month of practice, his fake smile was so convincing that even Meng Jingzhou praised it, saying it looked just as genuine as his own.
Chi Xulong, pouting, turned sharply at the sound of Lu Yang's voice, his eyes filled with hostility. If it weren't for this guy calling the guards over to eat, would he be in this situation now?
"What are you doing here?" Chi Xulong's tone was unfriendly. He remembered how Lu Yang had pretended to be an examiner and tricked him. Just a few days ago, during a meal, Lu Yang had set him up, and he felt a surge of anger. Now, he was pretending to bring food, clearly up to no good!
Compared to himself, a killer with countless lives on his hands, Chi Xulong thought Lu Yang was the real troublemaker!
Lu Yang didn’t mean to mess with Chi Xulong in prison. They would need to help each other in the future, so there was no need to make things awkward. That was also the leader's intention.
However, Lu Yang misheard Chi Xulong's question about whether he had become a steward: "What? How did you know I was promoted to steward? But don’t get too excited; if you perform well, you can also become a steward."
He didn’t expect Chi Xulong to be so well-informed in prison.
After saying this, Lu Yang proudly showed off his badge, with the word "Steward" clearly visible. Chi Xulong was furious, "Heaven must be blind!"
Lu Yang tried to comfort him, "Don’t be angry; the leader asked me to pass a message to you."
Hearing it was a message from the leader, Chi Xulong calmed down a bit, thinking the leader still valued him enough to send a message: "What did he say?"
"He said you should try to get along with me."
Chi Xulong was infuriated; the leader really valued this guy: "I would rather die than get along with you!"
Seeing that Chi Xulong wouldn’t listen to the leader, Lu Yang sighed and left some food before walking away.
The inmates smelled the delicious food and drooled; they couldn’t get such tasty stuff in here.
Lu Yang was much nicer to the others, encouraging them to reform while in prison, hoping they could become better people and contribute to the Central Continent once they got out. His words were filled with care.
If someone didn’t know better, they might think they were going to be locked up for ten or eight years.
After leaving the prison, Lu Yang reported back to Leader Chu: "I took food to visit Chi Xulong and said there was some misunderstanding between us. We are all in the same boat, and we will have to deal with each other in the future. It’s better to build a good relationship for our future work. I emphasized that this was your idea, and I also mentioned that if he performs well, he could become a steward like me."
"Who would have thought Chi Xulong got so angry, cursing and saying who was blind to make me a steward? He said he would rather die than get along with me. I can’t remember his exact words, but that was the gist of it."
Leader Chu's expression turned cold: "Who did he say was blind?!"
Lu Yang hurriedly bowed and cautiously looked up at Leader Chu, nervously replying, "That person is too high up; it would be disrespectful for me to say."
Leader Chu already had an answer in mind: "Alright, I understand. You can go back now."
Lu Yang sighed, thinking Chi Xulong really had no filter, saying anything: "Please don’t let the leader know I said that; I might have mixed up the details."
Leader Chu waved his hand impatiently; he knew how these things went.
After Lu Yang left, Leader Chu tapped on his jade chair and snorted: "What a Chi Xulong, daring to say I’m blind!"
...
During the day, as usual, Meng Jingzhou went shopping, Man Gu was working out in the backyard, and the ghostly hall was busy with skewers, while Lu Yang was washing clothes.
Lu Yang's clothes were ordinary and couldn't stay clean.
"Damn it, why can't I learn the Clean Clothes Spell?" Lu Yang grumbled, scrubbing hard at his clothes. Among the three of them, he was the only one who had to wash clothes. "When I have money, I’ll definitely buy a piece of clothing that doesn’t need washing."
Not long ago, he had tried to learn the Clean Clothes Spell from Meng Jingzhou. Although Meng Jingzhou couldn’t cast it himself, he had a book called "Everyday Little Spells," which his sister secretly gave him before he left.
The book contained the Clean Clothes Spell.
As the name suggests, the Clean Clothes Spell could make clothes clean, and it was simple to learn.
The three of them gathered to learn it, and Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu picked it up first. With a refreshing burst of spiritual energy from above, their dirty clothes instantly turned bright white, looking brand new.
Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu were delighted. Working at the barbecue shop made it easy to get dirty, which was a hassle.
Given Meng Jingzhou's status, he naturally had specially crafted clothes that were magical items, automatically keeping clean. However, those clothes were too high quality, making it obvious he had a deep background, which wasn’t good for hiding in the demonic sect.
Lu Yang’s talent for spells was evident; he also learned it, but the result was a bit unexpected.
After casting the Clean Clothes Spell, the space twisted, and a brand new piece of clothing appeared out of nowhere.
Lu Yang was silent for a long time, wanting to curse but not knowing where to start.
In terms of sequence, this was the first space-type spell Lu Yang had learned, which was significant.
In terms of innovation, this was a new take on the Clean Clothes Spell, akin to creating a new space spell.
Logically, it made no sense.
Looking at the label on the collar that read "For Someone," Lu Yang realized this was likely a custom-made piece from a tailor, and the person who ordered it hadn’t come to pick it up yet, so he had summoned it with his space spell.
"Why did my Clean Clothes Spell directly summon a new piece of clothing? What would happen if I cast the Clean Body Spell?!" Lu Yang exclaimed, feeling like heaven was deliberately limiting his spell talent because he was too talented.
Of course, he couldn’t wear this clothing; it belonged to someone else, and he didn’t even know who to return it to.
Meng Jingzhou kindly offered to cast the real Clean Clothes Spell to help Lu Yang wash his clothes. After a few attempts, it ended in failure.
The Clean Clothes Spell could only clean clothes on oneself; Lu Yang couldn’t just take off his clothes for Meng Jingzhou to wash and then put them back on after.
With no other choice, he decided to wash his clothes himself.
After finishing, Lu Yang wanted to hang the clothes outside. In a moment of carelessness, the clothesline slipped, and it looked like it was going to hit a passerby on the head.
"Watch out!"
Unexpectedly, the passerby was quick on their feet, dodging the clothesline with a swift move.
Lu Yang hurried downstairs and found the passerby was a familiar face, Lan Ting, a disciple from the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace who had helped him catch a tiger in Songshan.
It had been over a month; why was she still here? Lu Yang was puzzled.
Lan Ting looked down at the fallen clothesline, silent, her brows slightly furrowed as if she was deep in thought.
Curious, Lu Yang asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Lan Ting blurted out, "I’m wondering why this clothesline falls to the ground instead of going up into the sky. Is there possibly an invisible force pulling everything down?"
Lu Yang: "..."