Master of Kaidan
Chapter 41 The Treasure Girl’s Treasure

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 The Treasure Girl’s Treasure

Another tear-soaked morning, Chen Xiyao awoke from that perplexing dream to her usual sight of Feng Xue preparing breakfast.

Today’s breakfast was still some strange meat. Chen Xiyao didn’t see any signs of fire; she had no idea how he managed to cook the slices of meat.

In no time at all, she stuffed the meat slices into her mouth, then took a few gulps of warm water, and suddenly she sensed something was off.

"Right, usually at this time, he should be opening the door to take me to the bathroom! Why do I have to ask today?"

Chen Xiyao frowned slightly. After several days living together, even somewhat awkward matters like this should have reached a tacit understanding by now.

Why...

"Get ready, we need to move to a new place." Just as Chen Xiyao was pondering, Feng Xue’s voice suddenly arose, catching the gradually adapting Chen Xiyao completely by surprise:

"What, have we been found out?"

"Not yet, mainly it’s just that there are some troublesome creatures outside the wall."

Feng Xue sighed, thinking about those bad omens he saw in the forest that morning, and he felt somewhat unwell.

He had been careless before, forgetting that even the waste of a person from the real world would be True Objects!

"Troublesome creatures?" Chen Xiyao, sensing the description, twitched her nose slightly and then noticed that the bloody smell on Feng Xue seemed stronger!

And it was different from before, this time it was closer to the scent she would smell every month...

This was human blood!

"Are you injured?!" Chen Xiyao looked at Feng Xue anxiously, but he shook his head and said,

"No."

Even though his answer was so resolute, Chen Xiyao imagined all sorts of scenarios where he might be hiding his injury to prevent her from worrying. In the end, she was just a high school student with no medical knowledge. Even if he was indeed injured, she wouldn’t be able to help, and might even make things worse.

Thinking about this, Chen Xiyao felt even more inadequate about her burdensome attributes.

"Alright, don’t space out, we must change our location, and from now on, we have to switch places every two days. Also, when you need to go to the bathroom, remember to dig a hole and bury it afterward. I’ll make you a spade in a bit."

"..." The complex emotions that had just arisen in her heart instantly evaporated, replaced by an intense awkwardness. Just the thought of herself digging a hole eradicated her previous sorrow.

Totally unaware that someone was mentally criticizing him as an "atmosphere destroyer," Feng Xue opened the door and began searching for new living quarters, following the map on his work badge.

He hadn’t lied, actually. Being able to see the number of explicit attributes above the harbingers of doom, his estimates of the Kaidan’s strength were almost never wrong. Moreover, the combination of night buff + Suture Holy Mother + Stealth had an extremely strong suppression effect against biological Kaidans, being able to reliably state that as long as the opponent’s neck diameter was smaller than the Suture Holy Mother’s blade, there was a high probability that Feng Xue could eliminate it in one strike.

As for the human blood scent on him... that was actually because he had gone Corpse Collection in the early hours of that morning.

Thanks to Old Li’s reminder, he didn’t give up his work as a Corpse Collector just because Chen Xiyao was there, and he was also trying to get an update on the Cross Sword Union’s movements through the Corpse Collection.

Incidentally, the identity of a Corpse Collector also explained somewhat why he lived on the edge of the city.

It was also thanks to this morning’s corpse disposal that he could notice in time that a battle over the harbingers’ excrement had erupted outside the city, or else he wouldn’t have been fleeing alone that morning but would have been running with Chen Xiyao, who would have wanted to go to the bathroom.

In fact, after realizing Chen Xiyao’s waste was a True Object, he had considered collecting it, not because he wanted to extract "Knowledge" from it but due to its deeper uses. However, considering he had no means of concealing True Objects and that stuffing it into a Storage Bag would probably involve manual shaping – and he didn’t have convenient tools such as plastic bags – he ultimately had to abandon this idea, deciding it was better to have Chen Xiyao produce some when necessary.

Following Feng Xue, Chen Xiyao was unaware that in Feng Xue’s eyes, she had already become some sort of strange resource point. At this moment, she was trying hard to control her sphincter muscles to prevent the daily routine she had developed over these days from becoming a negative impact.

"Phew, finally done..." Moments later, Chen Xiyao, clutching the spade, emerged from the weeds with a very complex expression on her face. Seeing her like this, Feng Xue couldn’t help but frown and say,

"It’s just digging a hole, why the upset face?"

"It’s not about the hole." Chen Xiyao sighed, saying helplessly, "I’ve used up all the napkins I brought, guess tomorrow I’ll have to tear up a book..."

"A book? You brought a book? Why the hell didn’t you say so earlier?!"

Feng Xue immediately caught the keyword, his eyes almost popping out in shock, and Chen Xiyao was startled by his expression, stuttering,

"It’s, it’s just a novel, and besides, you didn’t ask me..."

"Never mind, I was shallow. I should have checked your personal items earlier," Feng Xue said, pressing his chest and taking a couple of deep breaths before asking,

"Where’s the book?"

"It’s in the bag, shall we look at it now?"

"This place isn’t safe; we’ll talk about it in the city."

Feng Xue shook his head. He hadn’t searched Chen Xiyao’s personal items because of carelessness but because he remembered very clearly that after the doctor who turned into a Suture creature died, a gang member had angrily asked a woman, who seemed to be an outsider, "Did you give him something?"

This led him to fear that using an outsider’s items might turn him into a harbinger of doom.

After bringing Chen Xiyao back to the city and finding a new temporary residence based on his previous experience, Feng Xue looked at Chen Xiyao with anticipation. It seemed the intensity of Feng Xue’s gaze made Chen Xiyao a bit uncomfortable as she hesitated before finally pulling out a book about three fingers thick from her backpack, turning red-faced (the kind of large pirated book often seen in rental bookstores, with a capacity of seven to eight hundred thousand words).

Only then did Feng Xue finally realize why the girl was acting so coy; the title on the book was "Young Soldier King’s Adventures in the Otherworld"...

"..."

"..."

After a brief, mutual gaze, Feng Xue decided to break the awkward silence, taking a deep breath and then saying with a tone of jest, like that between reading buddies:

"One’s preferences are free..."