"It was my negligence and oversight. I was so busy with the sect's miscellaneous affairs that I forgot about this." Yi Wusheng held the paper with a face full of apology and sincerely apologized.

He had finally seized a topic to liven up the atmosphere in the carriage, so naturally, he wouldn't let it go. Thus, he failed to immediately notice the subtle change between the other two at that moment.

If he had noticed, he probably would have shut his mouth.

But not only did he not shut it, he continued, "I heard from the disciples in the sect that Young Master Cheng came to Peach Blossom Isle for this very reason. Is it said that your living soul accidentally entered someone else's body?"

Young Master Cheng's expression looked like his face hurt, but it returned to normal in an instant, so quickly that one might think they had seen wrong.

He hummed in agreement and said, "It's more or less as you say, sir."

"Oh," Yi Wusheng nodded and said, "Then that is indeed a major matter. A living soul occupying the wrong body for too long is not beneficial for either side. It's best to return the soul to its body as soon as possible. Although such things are rare, I have indeed encountered them before and can offer a little help."

"Is that so?" Young Master Cheng said. "Then what do you need me to do?"

Yi Wusheng tapped the table. "I must trouble you, Young Master, to place your wrist flat on the table."

Young Master Cheng said "Oh," looking very easy to talk to.

Yi Wusheng said, "Pardon my intrusion," then placed his fingers on the other's wrist.

In his peripheral vision, Xiao Fuxuan's sword moved slightly, his gaze seeming to land on his fingers, waiting for an answer.

As Yi Wusheng probed, he asked, "Where did you come from, Young Master?"

Young Master Cheng: "Magpie Capital."

"Magpie Capital... Magpie Capital..." Yi Wusheng muttered. "I've never heard of this place. It seems it's not of this world."

"Is it a good place?" Perhaps it was a physician's instinct, Yi Wusheng casually asked another question, as if to ease the other's nervousness.

Young Master Cheng smiled. His eyes were lowered, so others couldn't see the expression in them, but his words were leisurely. "It's not bad. My residence is full of people coming and going. Magpie Capital is also very lively. There are markets for everything. There's a floating cup banquet in spring and a hundred-man hunt in winter."

While he was speaking, Yi Wusheng was probing. After a short while, he frowned slightly.

Yi Wusheng subconsciously glanced at Xiao Fuxuan, only to see Xiao Fuxuan's gaze fixed on Young Master Cheng, dark and profound, his lips pursed as if he were lost in thought.

"It's a good place," Yi Wusheng said after a moment of silence, then asked Young Master Cheng again, "Then what is your surname and given name, Young Master?"

This time, he waited a while but received no answer.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

The mountain road was long, and the unceasing clatter of horse hooves only made the silence more uncomfortable.

Yi Wusheng frowned and looked up, meeting Young Master Cheng's dark eyes.

He was, after all, an elder of the Hua Family's Four Halls and had met too many people. It had been a long time since he'd been startled by someone's gaze. But that feeling came and went quickly.

Because that Young Master Cheng had already withdrawn his gaze and looked gentle and harmless again. He seemed to be thinking about his name.

Yi Wusheng's fingers twitched.

Actually, it no longer mattered whether that Young Master Cheng gave his name or not. While that Young Master Cheng was slowly speaking of Magpie Capital, he had already figured it out. This young master showed no signs of his living soul having left his body. The spirit within him was a perfect match for his physical shell, with not the slightest sign of it having been moved.

He was the original person.

"Young Master..." Yi Wusheng thought for a moment and felt that, out of his duty as a physician, he should still inform him of the truth. Although this might cause that Young Master Cheng some momentary embarrassment, it was better than taking the things in his dreams for reality.

"Actually—" Yi Wusheng was just about to make it clear.

When he felt something tap lightly against his waist.

A person who practiced swordsmanship was most sensitive to things like swords. Even without looking, he knew it was the tip of Xiao Fuxuan's scabbard.

The next second, he heard Xiao Fuxuan's voice coming softly from the tip of the sword, not like he was actually speaking, but more like it was only for him to hear.

He heard Xiao Fuxuan say in a low voice, "Swallow it back. Say something else."

Yi Wusheng: "..."

Yi Wusheng: "???"

He was utterly bewildered, not knowing why he couldn't speak the truth. He also couldn't figure out High Immortal Tianxiu's meaning. But since Xiao Fuxuan had said so, there was no need for him to seek trouble.

He had indeed met similar people, mostly the relatives of the dreamer, who were afraid to shatter the dream and make the person sad, wanting to protect them. After all, from the description, that Magpie Capital was indeed a peaceful place, much better than the current world at least.

Yi Wusheng gulped down his original words and said, "Actually, your situation, Young Master, is rather easy to handle. Give me a few days, and I will definitely send you back."

He wasn't going to live for more than a few days anyway.

After saying this, he looked up and saw that Young Master Cheng looking over, seeming a little surprised by this answer. His gaze swept over Xiao Fuxuan's sword and then back again. The next moment, he tilted his head, smiled, and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, sir."

Yi Wusheng nodded with "uh-huhs," agreeing haphazardly.

He withdrew his hand and leaned back against the carriage wall, continuing to hug his medicine bottles.

His mind was in a state of chaotic speculation.

Then he heard Young Master Cheng suddenly speak, "Xiao Fuxuan."

Xiao Fuxuan lifted his eyelids.

The two were silent for a moment for some reason, then Young Master Cheng touched his face and muttered, "We've been away from Chunfan City for long enough, right? Can this disguise be removed? My face feels a bit uncomfortable."

Yi Wusheng had seen through the disguise long ago. After all, High Immortal Tianxiu Xiao Fuxuan didn't look like that at all.

So he didn't have a big reaction and didn't ask further, out of good manners.

He saw Xiao Fuxuan raise two fingers, and the disguise was dispelled.

Then, the Young Master Cheng opposite him gradually revealed his original appearance.

It was a face known to the world. Because it was so outstanding, one would never forget it after seeing it once.

That was... Wu Xingxue.

"..."

Yi Wusheng slowly leaned back in his seat, feeling as if the last bit of his remnant soul had also crumbled.

He remembered when he asked for his name earlier, Wu Xingxue had remained silent and looked at him quietly, a look that clearly showed he knew.

He then thought about what he was just about to say, and broke out in a cold sweat—

He had almost grabbed Wu Xingxue's wrist to expose him, saying "You are the original owner, not some soul that has entered this body." Thinking about it now, he was terrified.

Yi Wusheng closed his eyes, not daring to move or speak, just lying there, cold.

After a long while, he suddenly revived in his mind.

Wait a minute...

Wu Xingxue, a world-renowned Demon Lord, why was he traveling together with High Immortal Tianxiu Xiao Fuxuan???

And Xiao Fuxuan, a dignified High Immortal, clearly knew that Wu Xingxue was himself, yet he stopped him from speaking and even played along... Why???

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