Chapter 11 Ascending the Heavenly Ladder (Part 4) Beautiful Brother
For those who cultivate the Tao, cultivating the mind is essential.
As the foremost sect in the world, the Qingyuan Sect places great emphasis on assessing one's "heart." The Heavenly Ladder assessment consists of three parts, each related to the "heart."
Within the water mirror, Yin Lisheng and his companions arrived at the third assessment.
This is an illusion created by the first leader of the Qingyuan Sect ten thousand years ago. Within this illusion, those who experience it will fulfill their deepest desires, but it is all just a mirage, a fleeting dream. If one truly becomes immersed in it, then this trial will end in regret.
Of course, this illusion only worked on Yin Lisheng and his group of new disciples, and had no effect on Fu Yunshu whatsoever. He kindly moved Yin Lisheng and the others to a large tree to lean against, while he found another sturdy tree not far from them, and half-reclined on a branch to rest his eyes.
Thinking that they were all immersed in the illusion and wouldn't wake up anytime soon, Fu Yunshu removed the spell that changed their appearance.
Her straight, slender left leg was slightly bent, her well-defined hand rested casually behind her head, a few strands of messy hair were scattered on her forehead, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was faintly visible through the hair.
Looking at that refined and elegant face, Yin Simiao subconsciously swallowed: "Huai... Huaiwei Immortal Venerable?"
“Yes.” Ning Xuexi smiled but didn’t. “Aren’t you surprised? Aren’t you taken aback? Even we rarely get to see Immortal Venerable Huaiwei. You’re very lucky, kid.”
Thinking of his confident words and his smug demeanor on the Heavenly Ladder, Yin Simiao felt like crying. So, he had been badmouthing Immortal Venerable Huaiwei behind his back? He wanted to ask Ning Xuexi if she wanted this blessing, but she was an elder and he couldn't be disrespectful.
Yin Simiao regretted it again. Why did he have to get involved in this mess? He should have just gone on the mission with Yu Jiangheng!
Furthermore, why did Immortal Venerable Huaiwei suddenly decide to cause this mess? Wasn't the Ancestor always focused on cultivation?
Seeing that his disciple was about to shrink into a mushroom, Song Wenzhuo comforted him, "Don't worry, although your grandmaster uncle may seem unapproachable, he is actually very gentle. He won't blame you for your disrespect."
Yin Simiao nodded dejectedly, but she was still very nervous inside.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you're no good," Ye Xiuzhu looked Yin Simiao up and down. "Back then, when Yu Jiangheng met his grandmaster, he was so poised and graceful, unlike you who are so pathetic now."
"Nonsense!" Yin Simiao immediately bristled. "Yu Jiangheng isn't even as good as a single hair on my head!"
Ye Xiuzhu raised an eyebrow, too lazy to expose the child's childish behavior.
"Alright, alright," Song Wenzhuo said helplessly, "You can't hold back your temper every time Jiang Heng is mentioned."
"The matter of the Demon Clan should not be underestimated. Junior Brother Ye, you come with me to Huayang Academy to check the situation. Junior Brother Wen and Junior Sister Ning, you two go and see if there is a suitable place to settle the new disciples. As for Simiao..."
Song Wenzhuo looked at him, a rare hint of teasing in his eyes: "Are you still going to proctor the exam?"
Yin Simiao: "..." Master, you've changed!
"Go, of course I'll go," he said through gritted teeth.
Everyone had their own things to do, so they didn't stay long and left quickly. Therefore, they didn't notice the unusual activity reflected in the water mirror.
Fu Yunshu was the first to notice something was wrong. He opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on Yin Lisheng—the illusion had lost control of Yin Lisheng.
Logically speaking, the illusion created by the patriarch should only weave a beautiful dream for the new disciples and should not cause them any harm.
But now, Yin Lisheng's dream has lost connection with the entire illusion. No one knows what the state of his dream is now. If Yin Lisheng is allowed to remain trapped, he may not only suffer damage to his soul, but may also never wake up again.
Fu Yunshu was in a real bind. Yin Lisheng was just a child who hadn't even entered the threshold of cultivation yet, and his soul was extremely fragile. If he were to rashly use magic to forcibly awaken him, he might become an idiot even if he woke up. But he couldn't just leave him like that.
After hesitating for a few moments, Fu Yunshu picked up Yin Lisheng and moved away from the crowd, then raised his hand to cast a seal around the two of them.
With their foreheads touching, Fu Yunshu whispered, "Yin Lisheng, let me enter your dream, okay?"
As dusk fell, just as Fu Yunshu was anxiously trying to force his way in, Yin Lisheng's mental barrier loosened. Fu Yunshu seized the opportunity and used his mental sense to enter Yin Lisheng's dream.
With its gilded dragons and glazed phoenixes, this is a very grand house.
Fu Yunshu walked slowly along the covered walkway. The mansion was very large and well-organized. The pavilions, terraces, and rockeries were exquisitely arranged and complemented each other, creating a beautiful scene at every step.
"Li Sheng, come here quickly, look what good things I brought you!"
The familiar name drew Fu Yunshu's gaze.
The young man, dressed in a fox fur coat, had his hair tied high in a ponytail. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was full of heroic spirit. The candied hawthorn he held high in his hand shone brightly in the sunlight.
He ran quickly to a child who looked about three or four years old and handed him the candied hawthorn with a smile.
Fu Yunshu was so captivated by the child opposite him that he couldn't look away. The child had a delicate face with bright, piercing eyes, red lips, white teeth, and an adorable appearance.
It was Yin Lisheng, who was about three years old.
Compared to his seven-year-old self, the three-year-old Yin Lisheng in the illusion was more chubby and cute, like a pampered young master.
Just as Yin Lisheng was about to take the candied hawthorn, the boy suddenly pulled his hand back and raised the candied hawthorn to a height that Yin Lisheng could not reach.
"Come and take it if you want it," the boy said with a smug grin.
"Give it to me." Yin Lisheng reached out to grab it, but he was just a three-year-old toddler, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach it.
The candied hawthorn was suddenly snatched from the boy's hand. He turned around and received a hard tap on the forehead.
"Yin Mingyuan, why are you bullying your brother again? I'll beat you to death today!"
The newcomer was a dignified-looking middle-aged man. He grabbed Yin Mingyuan by the ear and led him to Yin Lisheng, saying in an unquestionable tone, "Apologize to your brother."
"Ahhh, Dad, it hurts! Be gentle!" Yin Mingyuan jumped up and down in pain.
Seeing that he had learned his lesson, the middle-aged man let go of his hand.
Yin Mingyuan squatted down and poked Yin Lisheng's cheek.
"Lisheng, here's a candied hawthorn for you. Don't be angry with your brother, okay?"
"Alright, I'll reluctantly forgive you this once." Xiao Yinli magnanimously accepted the apology.
"Mingyuan, Lisheng, Tianhe, lunch is ready, stop making a fuss here."
At the end of the corridor appeared a graceful and beautiful woman, who looked at the father and his two sons with a smile.
"Here you are!" the middle-aged man called out, and picked up Yin Lisheng with one hand.
The boy seemed genuinely trying to apologize, chattering incessantly. Little Yin Lisheng, nestled in the man's arms, giggled at his antics. Suddenly, the man grabbed Little Yin Lisheng under his armpits and lifted her high into the air. The woman was startled by this action and angrily punched the man.
A very simple and heartwarming scene, but—
Yin Tianhe, the head of the Yin family in the Northern Territory. The entire Yin clan died in the tragedy some time ago, and... Fu Yunshu closed his eyes. If he remembered correctly, Yin Tianhe only had a fifteen-year-old son, Yin Mingyuan, who was the boy just now.
The name Yin Lisheng was not found in the Yin family genealogy that Du Zhun sent back a few days ago, suggesting that Yin Lisheng's background may not be honorable.
The ancestral master's illusion is to fulfill people's desires. Although Yin Lisheng's dream has lost its connection with it, he did enter the illusion at the beginning. Therefore, Yin Lisheng's dream will naturally reflect what he desires.
Fu Yunshu suppressed the turmoil in his heart. If this was what Yin Lisheng was looking for, it was hard to imagine what kind of life he had lived in the Yin family since childhood.
After calming down, Fu Yunshu began to think about what to do next.
Yin Lisheng had no memory at this time. In his eyes, this was just an ordinary day. He was loved by his parents and doted on by his older brother. He was just a carefree young master of the Yin family.
If I were to rashly tell him the truth, not only would it be difficult for him to accept it, but it would also be questionable whether Yin Lisheng would believe my words.
What should I do...?
"Big brother, don't frown."
The clear, childlike voice pulled Fu Yunshu out of his chaotic thoughts. He lowered his eyes and saw that three-year-old Yin Lisheng had run over at some point and was standing beside him, looking up at him seriously and telling him not to frown.
Fu Yunshu felt as if his heart had been hit by a million tiny blows. Damn it!
He crouched down to be at eye level with Yin Lisheng and said earnestly, "Okay, no more frowning."
To his surprise, the child not only responded to him, but also reached out and touched the beauty mark on Fu Yunshu's eye.
"Wow, big brother, you're so handsome! You're the most handsome person I've ever seen. Can I call you handsome brother?"
Fu Yunshu: "?"
Fu Yunshu laughed and flicked Yin Lisheng's forehead with her finger.
"Where did she learn so many sweet talk at such a young age? She'll fool so many girls in the future. She's not learning anything good."
Yin Lisheng winced in pain, his eyes instantly welling up with tears. He pouted and said aggrievedly, "I wasn't lying. You are the most handsome brother I've ever seen."
"And another thing," Yin Lisheng said, sticking out his neck, "Grandma Yue said that boys shouldn't fawn over many girls; once they've chosen someone, they can only be with that one person."
Fu Yunshu: "Who is Granny Yue?"
"Grandma Yue...Grandma Yue is..." Yin Lisheng shook his head in confusion, not knowing why such a person suddenly popped into his mind.
"I don't remember, handsome brother. What are you doing at my house? I've never seen you before." Yin Lisheng clung to Fu Yunshu and acted coquettishly.
“I am from the Qingyuan Sect, and I have come here specifically to visit Patriarch Yin.”
“I know Qingyuan Sect, it’s the most powerful sect, right!” Yin Lisheng looked at Fu Yunshu with admiration. “Beautiful brother, come with me, I’ll take you to find Father.”
Watching the child hopping and skipping forward while tugging at his sleeve, Fu Yunshu narrowed his eyes.
He found the key to breaking the deadlock.
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