Chapter 51 Reunion with Master: He's looking at me!

Ink dripped, leaving a dark flower imprint on the paper.

Yin Lisheng snapped out of his daze, put the letter he had written into an envelope, and placed it together with the dozen or so letters that had been written before.

He looked up at the peach tree outside the window. A gentle breeze brushed past, causing the peach branches to sway slightly, and tender pink petals fluttered down like a gentle rain.

Twenty years have passed.

"Li Sheng!" The door was pushed open, and a tall, slender figure stood against the light. Qiu Nan was dressed in a red outfit, with a long sword at his waist, and a slight upturn on his lips, carrying a hint of unruly smile.

His long, jet-black hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead. Every move he made exuded a sharp aura, like a drawn sword, its edge fully revealed.

He strode in, his voice clear and bright, "Why are you still here? Everyone's ready, just waiting for you."

"Sorry, I didn't notice the time," Yin Lisheng put the letter on the table into the drawer, stood up and straightened his robes: "Let's go, don't keep them waiting."

Qiu Nan nodded, turned and walked out, saying as he went, "This entrance exam is quite lively. Moreover, because of Pan Hongru's incident back then, the sect leader specifically instructed us to be strict and not let anyone take advantage of the situation."

“I know,” Yin Lisheng nodded, “After all, he didn’t even have any elders intervene this time.”

Qiu Nan didn't say anything more, and the two chatted along the way, soon arriving at Huayang Courtyard.

Familiar place, familiar scenery, only one familiar person is missing.

Yu Jiangheng nodded slightly to the two of them, then turned to his disciples and said something similar to what Yin Simiao had said back then.

The teleportation array sent the disciples away. Yin Simiao turned back to look at Yin Lisheng, who was still standing there, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going with us?"

Yin Lisheng shook his head slightly, "You guys go first, I have something to do, I'll catch up later."

Yin Simiao didn't ask any further questions.

Back then, because of the strangeness of the Heavenly Stone, when they arrived at Huayang Courtyard, there were only two rooms in the corner. And because Qiu Nan wanted to live alone, Yin Lisheng and Fu Yunshu shared a room.

This was the place where they first shared a bed.

Thinking of this, Yin Lisheng couldn't help but smile and pushed open the door.

Then... he met the gaze of the two boys on the bed, who were bound together with their mouths covered.

Yin Lisheng: "???"

He quickly stepped forward and untied the two men. "What happened?"

Neither of them answered; they both rushed outside. Seeing that the courtyard was empty, one of the boys couldn't help but cry.

"Waaaaah, why, why..."

Yin Lisheng roughly understood the situation; it seemed that someone disliked the two teenagers and was preventing them from continuing to participate in the entrance examination.

The examiners for Qingyuan Sect this time have all been strictly vetted by these individuals, and given what happened last time, it's unlikely that any elders would be so foolish as to try to interfere at this time.

Then it can only mean that one of the disciples being assessed deliberately sabotaged the process.

The other boy remained silent, but his resentment was evident from the white knuckles of his clenched fist.

“Let’s go,” Yin Lisheng summoned Duan Yuan and flew up on his sword, “We’ll go and climb the Heavenly Ladder.”

The crying boy wiped away his tears and looked over in disbelief.

Yin Lisheng was too lazy to say anything more, so he simply picked up the two of them, one in each hand, and flew towards the Heavenly Ladder.

"Ahhh—"

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Upon reaching the Heavenly Ladder, Yin Lisheng saw Qiu Nan waving at him from afar.

He placed the two boys next to a disciple and said, “You two make it clear that Qingyuan Sect will not tolerate people of questionable character entering the sect.”

Yin Lisheng wanted to go find Qiu Nan and the others, but his sleeve was grabbed by a hand.

It was that boy who didn't cry.

"Senior, may I ask your name?" he asked timidly, as if he had mustered a great deal of courage.

“Yin Lisheng”.

He finished speaking and quickly left, leaving the boy staring blankly at his figure.

Another crying boy had finished telling the Qingyuan Sect disciples about their situation. Seeing his companion in a daze, he came over to ask him what was wrong.

"Lin Yan, what are you looking at?"

“Lu Huai,” Lin Yan turned his head, “that person just now was Yin Lisheng, a genius cultivator who has risen to fame in recent years, and the disciple of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei.”

"It was him!" Lu Huai was extremely surprised. Noticing his friend's expression, he asked, "Are you thinking...?"

Lin Yan grabbed Lu Huai's hand, signaling him not to speak. "No, it was just a bit of an accident that we ran into him like this. Let's go."

…………

"This group of kids is obviously much more normal this year," Yin Simiao remarked. "There aren't any monsters like you guys."

Yan Shuangwan turned her head to look at him. The familiar recliner, the familiar fruit, the familiar fan—Senior Brother Yin was still the same as he was back then. However, now they had become just like Senior Brother Yin.

Yes, Yu Jiangheng, Yin Lisheng, Qiu Nan, Yan Shuangwan also have the same recliner, the same fruit, and the same fan as Yin Simiao.

"Questioning Senior Brother Yin, understanding Senior Brother Yin, becoming Senior Brother Yin, awesome!" Qiu Nan comfortably tossed a grape into his mouth.

Looking at the group of disciples struggling to climb the mountain, even Yin Lisheng felt a strange sense of pleasure.

Ah, so that's how Senior Brother Yin felt back then.

Everyone tacitly ignored the resentful gazes of the disciples who had come to visit.

"Did your great-uncle just save two teenagers?" Yu Jiangheng asked Yin Lisheng.

Yin Lisheng nodded. "Does Brother Jiang Heng know them?"

"The Lin family of the Western Region was embroiled in a scandal a few days ago. The Lin family head, whose beloved wife was famous throughout the cultivation world, actually had a teenage illegitimate son."

Yin Lisheng paused, "One of them?"

He inexplicably felt that the illegitimate child was the boy who hadn't cried.

“Yes.” Yu Jiangheng nodded. “The Lin family also had people participate in the entrance examination this time. I have already sent people to find out that it was them who did it, and they have now been ordered to be sent back to the Lin family.”

"Although I can't stand men who break their promises, Qingyuan Sect accepts disciples based on their background and is fair and just. Since it was my great-uncle who discovered this, I think it's better to tell you."

"Understood." Yin Lisheng frowned, seeing a reflection of himself in this young man.

Lin Yan and Lu Huai climbed to the vicinity, panting, and Lin Yan glanced at Yin Lisheng out of the corner of his eye.

Yin Lisheng has been a prominent figure in the cultivation world for the past few years. He is cold-blooded, decisive, and always expressionless. Many people praise him, while many others criticize him for being arrogant because he has Immortal Venerable Huaiwei as his master.

However, Lin Yan was a little curious: would this person's face really show any emotion?

"Zheng—"

A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly resounded throughout Qingyuan Sect, as if it came from the heavens, causing the entire sect to tremble. The swords in the hands of all the disciples involuntarily resonated, their blades trembling slightly.

Qiu Nan and Yan Shuang looked at Yin Lisheng, their eyes conveying the same meaning: Has Duan Yuan stirred up some trouble again?

"no."

Upon hearing his answer, the two fell into thought: whose sword in the entire Qingyuan Sect could create such a grand spectacle?

The Cold Weeping Sword of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei!

The two looked up again, but could only vaguely see a small black dot in the sky.

Yin Lisheng flew away on his sword, speeding towards Tingxue Peak.

His heart pounded, and he almost lost his balance on the sword. Only one thought occupied his mind—his master had emerged from seclusion!

Twenty years of waiting, twenty years of longing, all rushed to his mind at this moment. Yin Lisheng's breathing became rapid, and he was extremely excited.

On Tingxue Peak, the bamboo house still stood quietly, as if time had never passed. Yin Lisheng stopped in front of the bamboo house, his hand trembling slightly, and gently pushed open the familiar door.

Inside the room, Fu Yunshu stood in front of the bed, dressed in white, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, her back view still as aloof and proud as it had been back then.

Hearing the door open, he slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Yin Lisheng, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes.

"Li Sheng." Fu Yunshu's voice remained cold, yet carried a hint of barely perceptible tenderness.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Yin Lisheng felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't speak for a moment. His gaze was fixed on Fu Yunshu's face, and the longing in his eyes was almost tangible.

"Master..." Yin Lisheng's voice was hoarse and low, carrying a hint of barely concealed excitement. He took a step forward, but stopped a few steps away from Fu Yunshu, as if he dared not get any closer.

Fu Yunshu raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of teasing in his eyes: "What, after twenty years, you don't even dare to get close to your teacher?"

Yin Lisheng's ears turned slightly red, and he said in a low voice, "This disciple dares not overstep the bounds."

Fu Yunshu chuckled softly, raised her hand and gently ruffled Yin Lisheng's hair, the same gesture as before: "Silly child."

Yin Lisheng's heart suddenly raced. His master's hand was still warm, and all the torment he had endured over the years seemed to be dispelled at this moment.

He lowered his head slightly, letting Fu Yunshu's hand gently stroke his hair, and a feeling of indescribable satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Not daring to overstep the bounds doesn't mean not wanting to.

The moment Yin Lisheng saw Fu Yunshu, she wanted to hug him tightly, to caress his cheeks, to kiss his lips, and to meld him into her very bones, never to be separated from him again.

But he can't...

"You've had a tough time all these years." Fu Yunshu's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of guilt, as he stepped forward and hugged Yin Lisheng.

Yin Lisheng was taken aback, then quickly wrapped his arms around Fu Yunshu's waist and pulled him into his embrace. His voice was tender: "This disciple is not tired. It is worth waiting for Master for as long as possible."

Fu Yunshu was a little stunned. Compared to when he was eighteen, Yin Lisheng had grown taller and broader. He was a tall man of 1.8 meters, yet he was able to be held in Yin Lisheng's arms.

He must be at least 1.9 meters tall, how did he grow so tall!

Fu Yunshu pushed him away and began to carefully examine his disciple whom he hadn't seen for twenty years.

Tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he was accentuated by a long black robe that made him appear even more handsome and upright. His facial features were both strong and gentle, with a high and straight nose that added to his heroic air. His chin was slightly tucked in, giving him a sharp and imposing presence.

He does resemble the arrogant male protagonist in a certain novel.

Yin Lisheng stood quietly in place, letting Fu Yunshu look him over. He felt his master's gaze wander over him, his heart beat faster involuntarily, and his ears turned red again.

Over the years, he had struggled and struggled in the cultivation world, and was no longer the naive and ignorant boy he once was. But in front of Fu Yunshu, he seemed to have turned back into the little disciple who followed behind his master, whose heart and eyes were only for his master. All his coldness and pretense crumbled instantly, leaving only a sincere and burning heart.

My master... is looking at me.

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Author's note: Sorry for being late, I was too busy today.

I tried to get voice acting for Xiao Yin's eight letters in the previous chapter, and I've found a voice actor willing to try for free. However, since it's about 2800 words long, I'm not sure if he'll take the job. I haven't received a reply yet, but I hope to hear good news soon.