Chapter 820 Senior Brother Emerges from Seclusion

The sword that Song Chunxue gave to Xie Zheng had a pure white scabbard with cloud patterns that shimmered in the sunlight. Paired with a snow-white tassel, it looked spotless and radiant, clearly an extraordinary piece.

Although Xie Zheng felt that this sword was more suitable for Song Chunxue, she already had Wuyou, and probably wouldn't care about other swords anymore.

He gripped the hilt of the sword, extended his index and middle fingers, and gently stroked the blade. Although the evening light was dim, it could not obscure the gleam of the sword's edge.

"I sensed the sword spirit's presence. After we formed a bond, it appeared in my mind, and we can now communicate with each other using our spiritual senses." Xie Zheng smiled, unable to hide his fondness for the sword. "I've given it a name, 'Snowy Blade.' What do you think?"

Light snow?

The sword has a snow-white blade and hilt. The name "Wei Xue" (meaning "light snow") sounds nice and is quite suitable, but Song Chunxue felt it wasn't good enough. It sounded more like a woman's name for a sword.

But this sword belongs to Xie Zheng, and he can name it whatever he likes. He is well-read and surely has his own perspective.

Suddenly, Song Chunxue felt a light touch on her shoulder.

Turning her head, she saw the Snowdrift Sword floating beside her, its beautiful tassel as smooth and flowing as hair, and its round jade-decorated hilt facing her obediently like a head.

"He likes you very much," Xie Zheng said with a gentle smile.

A strange feeling flashed through Song Chunxue's mind.

"Let me out! I sense the presence of my kind. Didn't you want to practice your swordsmanship? Come on, let's have a good, satisfying fight! It's been so long since I've sparred with someone of our own kind!"

The carefree voice echoed in my mind.

Song Chunxue took him out. "Want to have a little sparring?"

"I would be more than happy to do so, but I hope Master Song won't find my swordsmanship too poor."

That's what they said, but after a few moves, Song Chunxue was quite surprised.

"Not bad, you're much better than before. Looks like you haven't been idle these days?"

“Yes,” Xie Zheng smiled warmly, “with you not by my side and on your way, how could I dare to stay still?”

...

Master Zhang has emerged from seclusion.

Tudan'er carried the food box to the doorway and excitedly ran over when he saw the familiar figure standing outside the cave.

"Master!"

"Master, you've finally emerged from seclusion!"

Tu Dan'er grabbed Zhang Daozhang's arm, his eyes welling up with tears of emotion.

"Master, how is your recovery going? If my grandmaster hadn't mentioned your condition, I wouldn't have known you almost died. It's all thanks to my uncle."

The Taoist priest nodded gently. "That's right. It's all thanks to your martial aunt. If it weren't for her, I might not have made it out. Did she still go to Kunlun Mountain with Huoxiang?"

Tu Dan'er nodded and followed behind him, saying, "But Martial Uncle has already returned. Lord Zhao and Daoist Han are waiting for you to come out of seclusion. This time it was a close call, and she even brought us some treasures."

At this point, Tudan'er became so excited that he started gesturing wildly.

"Master, do you know what that treasure is?" Tu Dan'er hopped along beside him. "After Senior Brother Wuji taught us to form a bond with the sword spirit, we all started to connect with it. It's a legendary weapon spirit, a rare and precious thing."

"But my uncle was very generous and gave each of us one. My grandmaster and uncle both said that now our Qingshan Temple is the most powerful and prestigious Taoist temple. In the future, we brothers will all be cobblers, and no one within a hundred miles can compare with us."

Master Zhang frowned slightly. "Doesn't Lord Zhao think her actions were inappropriate?"

"No, he told us not to worry. As long as we form a pact with the spirit of the artifact, we don't have to worry about it being stolen by others, unless the other party is someone as powerful as him. But such people usually don't bother to fight with us to take things."

At this point, Tu Dan lowered his voice, "But our master warned us never to show off to others, and that keeping a low profile is always the right thing to do."

Master Zhang nodded, "Possessing such a treasure is a crime; one should keep a low profile. The only way is to diligently cultivate oneself and, as soon as possible, become worthy of such a fine artifact."

When the master and his disciple returned to the Taoist temple, Lord Zhao and Taoist Master Han were already waiting at the door.

"I never expected that the person who could turn your life around would be my junior brother."

With a smile in his eyes, Lord Zhao slowly walked up to Taoist Zhang.

"But only my junior brother has this courage. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. She was led onto this path by you. In a short time, she has not yet distanced herself from cause and effect, nor has she been frightened by the ruthlessness of the heavens. Her ignorance and fearlessness have earned her the favor of the patriarch."

Master Zhang remained noncommittal, but filled with gratitude for his junior brother, he solemnly bowed deeply to the two of them.

"It is also thanks to the help of the two Taoist priests that she was able to return safely, given her reckless and impulsive nature, even with the protection of the Ancestral Master." He bowed deeply. "Yun Qing was able to return thanks to the help of all the Taoist priests."

Lord Zhao helped him up. "Alright, enough of this formality. Go and take a bath and change your clothes. We'll wait for you to drink and have tea together tonight to celebrate your release from seclusion."

The younger generation beside him simply nodded in greeting, not having a chance to speak, when they saw Master Zhang being led to the backyard by Lord Zhao and Master Han.

The younger generation followed slowly behind. Wuji asked in a low voice, "Uncle Yunqing looks very energetic and has a great demeanor. I feel that he has gained a lot from his seclusion this time. Just now when we passed each other, I felt a powerful aura that made my mind and soul feel comfortable."

Tu Dan'er slapped the arm off his shoulder in annoyance. "My name is Wang Chen, Wang as in 'never forget your original intention,' and Chen as in 'where can dust settle?' If you call me Tu Dou'er again... Tu Dan'er, I'll spank you until your butt is raw!"

Wuji laughed heartily, "Tudan'er Tudou'er, I think you like such down-to-earth names. Wangchen is too vulgar and doesn't suit your temperament at all. You can call yourself Tudou'er from now on, I love eating it."

"Get lost, get lost! I'm going to give my master a bath. He's been in seclusion for so long, he must be smelly." Tu Dan'er quickly ran up the steps and stepped over the threshold. "Remember this, if you call me Tu Dan'er again, I'll break off all ties with you."

Changyun's laughter came from behind, "Then we'll call you Egg, it's so affectionate and doting, people here only call their most beloved children that nickname."

Tu Dan'er turned around and hit Chang Yun, "If you really dare to call me that, I'll call you Fatty Baby! Besides, I became your disciple earlier than you, so you have to call me Senior Brother, Senior Brother Wang Chen, remember that!"

Changfeng chuckled, "Alright, Senior Brother Wangchen, we've got it."

"..." He was so obedient that Tu Dan'er felt a little uncomfortable. He touched his nose and walked away aggressively.

Wuji was laughing when he suddenly stopped and his ears twitched slightly.

"I think I heard the sound of a carriage. Has Uncle Song gone up the mountain?"

Changfeng and Changyun also stopped and quickly walked outside.

“Master must be back. Martial Aunt has come out of seclusion, so naturally she must come.” Changyun lifted the hem of her robe and nimbly stepped across the threshold, her seemingly clumsy body dragging. “How did Master know that Martial Aunt was a day late in coming out of seclusion?”