Chapter 57 My Junior Brother's Happy Life (Fifteen) My Junior Brother, Here I Come...

Yu Songgan's eyelashes trembled slightly. The moment his consciousness was awakened from the illusion woven by the Mirror of Inquiry, he almost couldn't suppress the metallic taste in his throat.

He used his spirit sword to support himself as he stood up. Under the cover of his wide sleeves, his left hand was clenched into a fist, but his face did not show it. Instead, he revealed a just-right look of confusion: "Ancestor, what... what happened to me?"

"Hmph!" The Sword Master sneered, without answering his question.

Seeing this, Song Ce calmly snapped his fingers and said gently, "It seems that Sect Leader You's dream must be a rare and beautiful one."

You Songgan glanced at Song Ce without showing any emotion. The situation was beyond his control now. The person in front of him had already reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation. He could only smile and agree, "It's all thanks to Senior."

Upon hearing this, Song Ce laughed heartily: "I never expected that the dignified sect leader of Tianyuan Sect would be so sentimental and infatuated."

Yu Songgan: "?"

Those cultivators who woke up early in the secret realm all witnessed the scene in the Yusonggan Water Mirror. Those cultivators with slightly quick minds almost immediately realized that the scene in the water mirror was probably just a beautiful dream woven specifically for them based on their deepest desires.

No one expected that the desire of the dignified sect leader of Tianyuan Sect... would actually be for an elder within the sect. If this elder were a woman, it would be considered a beautiful story, but the strange thing is that Elder Wudao is a man like Sect Leader You.

Although cultivators are supposed to be detached from worldly affairs, when it comes to such secret matters, everyone may be easygoing on the surface, but behind the scenes, they always harbor a certain degree of disdain.

"Thank you for your mercy today, senior." The Sword Master, despite having the face of a young man, addressed him as "senior" with genuine sincerity. He knew in his heart that if this person hadn't shown mercy, even if all the cultivators in front of him joined forces, they wouldn't have been able to withstand a single move from him.

"This storage ring contains my collection of hundreds of years. I would like to ask you to accept it, senior. From this day forward, I will restrain the disciples of Tianyuan Sect and will never bother you again." The Sword Master readily took off the storage ring from his finger and presented it to Song Ce: "I will take these disciples with me."

"Can."

Song Ce was not a bloodthirsty person after all. He was willing to let these disciples who had just come to watch and join in the fun go. But he would not let those who had attacked him just now off easily.

After all, they are still immersed in the beautiful dream in the Mirror of Inquiry, and now, only Yousonggan has been awakened.

Seeing that even the most powerful cultivator, the Sword Master, had adopted such a humble attitude, the other cultivators quickly followed suit, offering up their life's collection in exchange for a chance to live.

Song Ce readily let these cultivators go.

Seeing that the Sword Master had left with all his disciples, ignoring him entirely, You Songgan felt a sense of foreboding. His hands, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, clenched tightly, but he maintained the composure of a sect leader: "Senior, since my sect's patriarch has departed, if there's nothing urgent, then I will..."

“Yes.” Song Ce interrupted You Songgan at this moment, chuckling softly, “When did I say you could leave?”

You Songgan was stunned upon hearing this: "But I have already walked out of the Mirror of Inquiry, and the old ancestor has already presented you with his treasures accumulated over hundreds of years."

"If I remember correctly, you were able to wake up from your dream entirely thanks to the ruler sword. You might as well take a look; are any of the people who attacked me just now still conscious?" Song Ce said calmly.

You Songgan was startled and quickly looked around. Sure enough, all the cultivators who had been with them to kill this person were now trapped in the illusion created by the Mirror of Inquiry.

"Senior, please understand. I was truly misled by others and blinded by greed, which led me to do such a foolish thing that offended you! I am willing to offer up my soul imprint and beg for your mercy." You Songgan made a decisive move, drawing out a pale golden mark from between his eyebrows and presenting it to Song Ce.

"Is that so?" Song Ce's palm was facing up, and the firelight rising from his palm reflected the image of You Songgan in the Mirror of Inquiry—it was clearly the scene of Wudao hugging his neck and acting coquettishly.

Upon seeing this, You Songgan's face flushed red, and his forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat. He quickly mobilized his spiritual power to cover up the scene. "Senior, what should I do to make you willing to show mercy?"

Song Ce looked at him coldly, "I have heard that Sect Leader You has a deep understanding of Gu techniques and has carefully raised a Soul-Devouring Gu King. Is this true?"

You Songgan's hands trembled slightly involuntarily. Those who knew about his possession of the Soul-Devouring Gu King had already been sent to paradise by him. How did this person find out?

“Senior, the Soul-Devouring Gu King is here.” You Songgan’s voice trembled as he quickly took out a pitch-black jade box from his storage bag. “I…I am willing to offer up the Gu King to prove my heart.”

Song Ce raised his hand and opened the jade box containing the Soul-Devouring Gu King. After making several complex hand seals, the Soul-Devouring Gu King, which originally consisted of only one, instantly multiplied into eighteen.

Song Ce used his spiritual power to take out a Gu King from the jade box and presented it to You Songgan, coldly commanding, "Eat it."

Upon hearing this, You Songgan's expression changed drastically. Although he had created the Soul-Devouring Gu King, there was currently no way to break it. Once this Gu entered his body, he would have no power to resist. However, the person in front of him was a Mahayana cultivator, so how could he dare to disobey him?

"Senior, this Soul-Devouring Gu King is inherently ferocious. If I eat it, I'm afraid I might... I might lose control and do something detrimental to you!" You Songgan pleaded earnestly.

Looking at You Songgan's terrified expression, Song Ce calmly said, "Eat it and you will live; don't eat it and you will die."

You Song gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, took the Soul-Devouring Gu King, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it while enduring the nausea.

In an instant, a piercing pain shot through his abdomen. You Songgan's face turned ashen, and cold sweat soaked through his clothes. He weakly raised his head and said, "Senior... the Gu King has entered my body. I beg you... to keep your promise."

Song Ce nodded slightly, then used his spiritual power to awaken the cultivators who were deeply immersed in the beautiful dream woven by the Mirror of Inquiry. He then directly presented the remaining seventeen Soul-Devouring Gu Kings from the jade box to the cultivators one by one, and said loudly, "This Gu will activate once a month, as a minor punishment to serve as a warning. If you do not offend me again within a hundred years, I will remove the Gu from you when the time comes, and you will be able to live. If you do not comply, then I will do my best to send you on your way."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the cultivators changed. Those who had been hoping for a lucky break saw that even the sect leader of Tianyuan Sect, You Songgan, had obediently eaten it, so they trembled as they accepted the Soul-Devouring Gu King, closed their eyes, and swallowed it.

"Senior, may we leave now?" one of the cultivators asked, trembling.

"Have you all forgotten something?"

Upon hearing this, You Songgan gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, "As expected of a rogue disciple, even if he's lucky enough to advance to the Mahayana stage, he's still so petty." He gritted his teeth again and offered the storage bag at his waist: "Senior, please accept this. I wonder... may I leave now?"

“Alright.” Song Ce raised his hand to take it, and smiled faintly: “Sect Leader You is indeed worthy of being the leader of a sect, and is truly decisive.”

You Songgan dared not linger any longer. After obediently performing the salute, he instantly transformed into a streak of light and vanished.

Seeing this, the cultivators also offered their storage bags from their waists one by one. After receiving Song Ce's approval, they left Zizai Peak one after another.

At this moment, the once bustling Zizai Peak was now deserted, with no other cultivators in sight. Only Qing Sui stood there alone, standing out conspicuously.

"Tell me, what should I do with you?"

Qing Sui pursed her lips and remained silent.

When Song Ce walked up to Qing Sui, he saw through Qing Sui's Dao heart at a glance. At this moment, Qing Sui had already developed a demon in his heart. If he did not have a fortuitous encounter, his cultivation path in this life would probably come to an end here.

"You can leave now," Song Ce said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Qing Sui slowly turned to look at Song Ce. He had thought he was about to be severely punished, but he hadn't expected this man to let him go so easily. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then became speechless, finally only murmuring, "You... are willing to let me leave?"

Song Ce didn't say anything, turned around and left Zizai Peak to go to Qingyun Sect to find Xiao Nian'an.

Sometimes, for a cultivator like Qing Sui, who has high aspirations, living like this is more than ten thousand times more painful than dying.

Qing Sui was filled with mixed feelings. He raised his head and shouted at Song Ce, who had not gone far, "My Baiyun Sect elder harmed your master, and I have also committed such a grave mistake. Why don't you kill me? Do you think I am no longer a threat, or do you have other plans for the future?"

The white-clad figure paused briefly, then waved casually before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After a long silence, Qing Sui put away his spirit sword. This was the first time in his life that he had not chosen to fly on his sword, but instead walked down Zizai Peak step by step like an ordinary mortal.

The sun was so bright today that it was almost blinding. Qing Sui squinted slightly, gazing at the vast continent beneath her feet, feeling utterly lost.

He didn't know where to go.

Should he return to the White Cloud Sect? He has been afflicted by inner demons, and his path of cultivation has come to an end. He is no longer fit to serve as the sect leader of the White Cloud Sect... But where else can he go besides the White Cloud Sect?

Qing Sui wandered aimlessly, not knowing how long he had walked or where he was. But on this day, the gray sky suddenly turned gloomy, a strong wind blew, dark clouds covered the sun, and then a torrential rain fell from the sky.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen such heavy rain.

Qing Sui raised his head, his gaze passing over the rain curtain to the sky not far away. As he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard an old yet gentle voice behind him: "Young man, don't stand there like an idiot in the rain, come here and take shelter from the rain."

An elderly mortal stood outside a simple thatched hut, waving at him.

"Grandpa, did you call me?"

The old man seemed amused by his words: "Now it's just the two of us here, so if I'm not calling you, who else would I be calling?"

Qing Sui stared blankly at the old man she didn't know, then responded and walked to the thatched eaves.

"Young man, please don't find my humble abode too simple." The old man reached out and lifted the thatched curtain to welcome the young man inside. "I just warmed a pot of wine. Young man, have a bowl to warm yourself up."

"How is it?" The old man poured a bowl of warm wine, and only asked with a smile after watching Qing Sui pick it up and drink it.

"This wine..." Qing Sui slowly put down the earthenware bowl, "Why is it bitter?"

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Author's Note: Please, my little angels, automatically picture all the characters appearing in the junior brother arc as handsome men and beautiful women, hahaha QAQ

These last two chapters have some added sections, so you can read them again, my little darlings!