The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 64, The Moon Disappears

Since we're already here, it's only right that we meet Miss Rou'er; at least it'll be pleasing to the eye.

Inside the elegant private room on the second floor, with its exquisite tea and snacks, Li Lang took a small sip of hot tea. The fragrant aroma soothed his senses, and he completely relaxed.

Li Lang's principle in life is to mind his own business, a principle he upheld in both his past and present lives. The matter of the imposter 'Li Lang' is, in his eyes, nothing more than a trivial matter.

Being here is just a fleeting visitor; there's no point in talking about attachments.

"Young master, you wanted to see me?" Soon, Rou'er, a pretty girl in a long dress, appeared at the door of the private room.

"As the saying goes, a day apart feels like three autumns. By that reckoning, it has been many years since I last saw Miss Rou'er. I miss her dearly, so I came to visit her tonight."

When Li Lang saw the pretty Rou'er, his eyes lit up. He blurted out some flirtatious words and stepped forward to take the girl's hand.

"Young master is drunk! This servant is not a hostess. Please wait a moment, and other ladies will come to serve you." When Rou'er saw how frivolous this man was, a look of disgust flashed across her face. She responded and then turned to leave.

"Hehe, Miss Rou'er doesn't recognize me?" Seeing Rou'er's humble yet dignified attitude, Li Lang was even more delighted. It was truly rare for a pure lotus to grow in such a place.

Li Lang removed his veil and stood there smiling.

"what!"

Unexpectedly, the response Li Lang received was not the joyful sound he expected, but a sound of terror, as if he had seen a living ghost.

"Young Master Lang? Didn't you just enter Miss's boudoir? How come you're here again?" Rou'er seemed genuinely frightened, her words becoming somewhat incoherent.

"Your young lady's boudoir? No, I've been waiting for you here." Li Lang was surprised, but he had a guess in his heart. So that's what that imposter was up to.

"You, you're an imposter, aren't you? How dare you! Let me tell you, Young Master Lang is a powerful spiritualist, and someone I know well. Aren't you afraid of being punished for such an offense?" Rou'er mustered her courage and pointed at Li Lang, shouting loudly.

"Oh? So it really is hard to tell the real from the fake? Are you so sure that the person who entered your young lady's boudoir wasn't an imposter?" Li Lang smiled and asked in return.

"Of course, not only is Young Master Lang a spiritualist, but his talent is also unparalleled. He wrote a stunning poem for my young lady on the spot. How could that be fake?" Rou'er was no longer flustered. She stood up straight, her face showing pride.

"Oh? In that case, I'll grant your wish. After all, a moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Li Lang smiled again, unwilling to meddle any longer, and strode out the door.

"Wait, how do you know this poem?" Rou'er was no longer calm. The real and fake Li Lang were once again shrouded in mystery.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold," that was a masterpiece just written by the young master in the young lady's boudoir, something no one else could possibly know. Unfortunately, the young master here happens to know it.

Rou'er's face showed fear again, and her body began to stiffen.

"Hehe, none of that matters." Li Lang turned around, still smiling. "The important thing is that you're not in the room."

Li Lang spoke softly, took out a hundred-tael silver note from his pocket, and without saying a word, stuffed it into Rou'er's hand. Then he gently stroked her hand and sighed, "Slender and smooth as jade, as if made of solidified cream. Rou'er's hands are still so soft!"

"You, you really are Young Master Lang?" Upon hearing Li Lang's words, Rou'er's body trembled violently, her legs went weak, and she collapsed into his arms. She was all too familiar with the feeling of his touch.

"It's fake, I can replace it for you." Li Lang didn't stand on ceremony and put his arm around Rou'er's waist, teasing her.

"Young master, hurry, hurry and save my young lady!" Rou'er finally realized that the Li Lang in front of her was the real deal.

"Go rescue your young lady? I have no interest." Li Lang shook his head.

Rou'er struggled to stand up straight, but upon hearing Li Lang's words, she almost collapsed again.

"Young master, please, please save my young lady! We will definitely repay you!" Rou'er pleaded, her voice trembling with tears. She was truly panicked now.

"I've already said, I'm not interested in your young lady, I'm only interested in you." Rou'er panicked, but Li Lang remained calm. He had never seen Nalan Mingyue's true face, and he didn't want to get involved in the battle for the Spirit Body.

"Young master, if you can save my young lady, Rou'er will definitely repay you." Rou'er blushed for no reason, and was even more moved. She continued, "If anything happens to my young lady, then Rou'er will not be able to live either."

"Sigh, you have the body of a young lady but the fate of a maid. Never mind, take me to see her, hopefully it's not too late." Li Lang sighed, waved his hand, and said.

"Young master, please follow me." Rou'er was overjoyed and turned to lead the way.

Nalan Mingyue's boudoir was in the innermost room on the second floor; the path wasn't long, but it was a bit winding. In a short time, Li Lang learned the whole story.

Nalan Mingyue was renowned for his beauty. He was a man of great talent and virtue, and he did not care about wealth or status. He only sought a talented and beautiful spouse to make his life more fulfilling.

Therefore, even before he officially opened his shop, dashing young men would often visit him with their masterpieces. Nalan Mingyue would usually politely decline.

However, Nalan Mingyue had seen the handsome young master Li Lang before, and his poem "The Bright Moon in the Sky" was absolutely stunning, making her wish she could never see him again.

Tonight, the handsome young man took the initiative to come to their door. The master and servant were overjoyed and, without any suspicion, chatted happily with him.

At this moment, a maid came to call Rou'er, saying that an old friend had come to visit. Regardless of whether it was true or not, Rou'er had to tactfully withdraw.

"Miss, open the door quickly. The young master inside is an imposter." Rou'er anxiously led Li Lang to the front of her young lady's boudoir, knocking urgently on the door, but not daring to shout loudly, after all, her young lady's reputation was very important.

However, the room remained completely silent, without any response.

"Young Master, what is this?" Rou'er looked at Li Lang anxiously, her eyes filled with worry.

"I'll do it," Li Lang said, shielding Rou'er behind him, and then pushed hard, opening the door with a thud.

The door was not bolted, and the room was empty.

"Where is Miss? Young Master, Miss is missing. What should we do?" Rou'er was truly about to cry this time. She had never left her young mistress's side since she was a child, and now that she was gone, a despair she had never felt before rose in her heart.

"Don't rush, the person isn't here. It seems they haven't succeeded yet." Li Lang knew that the person who plotted against Nalan Mingyue was most likely after the spiritual essence body.

However, obtaining the Spiritual Essence Body carries terrifying risks. The fact that this person didn't make a move here suggests there must be unknown variables at play.

"They went out through the window, let's chase them." Li Lang saw the wide-open window and made up his mind. Without saying a word, he grabbed Rou'er's waist and jumped out.