Chapter 14 Wants to hit the child but also wants me to sleep with him?
After Yin Lisheng finished speaking, the room fell into a long silence.
After what seemed like an eternity, Fu Yunshu finally managed to speak with difficulty: "You... trust me that much? These are your biggest secrets."
“To be honest, I don’t believe you,” Yin Lisheng denied. “I can tell you’re not simple. I had other intentions when I pretended to be weak in front of you.”
“But I believe Granny Yue wouldn’t harm me. You must have reached some kind of agreement, so I trust you.”
“Okay, I understand,” Fu Yunshu stood up and continued clearing the dishes. “Prepare well for the assessment.”
"Wait a minute—" Yin Lisheng raised her hand and grabbed his sleeve.
"What," Fu Yunshu's lips curled slightly, "Do you want me to sleep with you again?"
"No, that's not it!" Yin Lisheng said, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed. "I've already told you a story, so shouldn't you reciprocate with a gift?"
Fu Yunshu: "Sure, what do you want?"
Yin Lisheng stared intently into his bright, star-like eyes and asked earnestly, "Can you tell me your name?"
Fu Yunshu paused slightly, not expecting Yin Lisheng to make this request.
"Yes, but now is not the time."
"When will that be?" Yin Lisheng leaned forward involuntarily.
"I will tell you once you pass the entrance exam."
"You're so sure? The Qingyuan Sect's assessment only happens once every thirty years, gathering countless geniuses. What if I don't pass?" Yin Lisheng said, feigning frustration.
Fu Yunshu was helpless. This child was sensitive. He said he trusted her, but he was still testing her.
"If you don't pass, you'll bring shame to the Yin family."
“But they don’t know I’m from the Yin family of the Northern Border, do they?” Yin Lisheng’s tone was slightly somber.
“That’s true,” Fu Yunshu said with a smile, “but it doesn’t matter. Whether you can enter Qingyuan Sect or not has nothing to do with the entrance examination. Even if you don’t pass, it won’t have any impact. The contributions that the Yin family of the Northern Territory has made to the cultivation world over the years deserve the special treatment from Qingyuan Sect.”
"Sometimes you don't need to think so much, just be happy." There will be people to support you.
After saying that, Fu Yunshu turned and left, leaving Yin Lisheng alone at the table, lost in thought.
In the tea room on the main peak.
Song Wenzhuo gently picked up the long-spouted teapot, and with a flick of his wrist, the clear tea soup was poured into the gaiwan as smoothly as silk.
"Grandmaster Uncle, your timing is perfect. The tea is freshly brewed." Song Wenzhuo presented the covered bowl to Fu Yunshu with both hands.
Fu Yunshu took the cup, brought it close to his nose and sniffed it. The tea was fragrant, and his eyes lit up. He put the covered bowl to his lips and took a sip.
"It's mellow and smooth, with a sweet aftertaste. Your tea-making skills are getting better and better," Fu Yunshu praised without reservation.
"As long as it suits Grandmaster Uncle's taste, that's fine," Song Wenzhuo said modestly, but the slight involuntary rise in his voice at the end betrayed his true feelings.
After taking a couple of sips, Fu Yunshu raised his hand and waved a barrier outside the door. Seeing this, Song Wenzhuo became even more cautious.
This is the main peak, the most heavily guarded place in the Qingyuan Sect, yet our Grandmaster Uncle has still laid out a plan. It seems there is something extremely important going on.
"I have come here today because of Yin Lisheng and the Yin family."
“Yin Lisheng? That kid who caused the Guantian Stone to explode,” a hint of surprise flashed in Song Wenzhuo’s eyes, “is he related to the Yin family?”
“Yes,” Fu Yunshu lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the slightly swaying tea soup, “In the illusionary trial on the Heavenly Ladder this afternoon, the connection between Yin Lisheng’s dream and the Ancestral Master’s illusion was severed. Do you know who did it?”
"This disciple is unaware; I humbly request guidance from my grandmaster uncle."
"It is Yin Tangyue, the eldest elder of the Yin family."
Song Wenzhuo paused in his hands as he fiddled with the tea set: "Yin Tangyue is still alive?"
"No, it's just a remnant soul."
Fu Yunshu summarized the conversation between him, Yin Lisheng, and Yin Tangyue and told it to Song Wenzhuo.
Seven years ago, Yin Tianhe brought home an illegitimate son, Yin Lisheng. Perhaps because of his status as an illegitimate child, Yin Lisheng was not included in the Yin family genealogy, and his soul lamp was not lit in the ancestral hall. That's why Du Shui and the others thought that everyone in the Yin family was dead when they investigated.
Yin Tianhe's attitude towards Yin Lisheng was strange. He didn't include him in the family genealogy; he allowed the children in his family to bully him; and he never openly cared for Yin Lisheng. However, it can be known from Yin Tangyue that Yin Tianhe often stared blankly outside Yin Lisheng's courtyard late at night, as if he cared about him a lot. In the end, he even used the full strength of the clan to help him escape.
"Who is Yin Lisheng's mother?" Song Wenzhuo asked.
“I don’t know,” Fu Yunshu shook his head. “Yin Tangyue said that before Yin Lisheng was brought back by Yin Tianhe, no one in the Yin family knew about the existence of this illegitimate child, and no one had ever seen his biological mother. Yin Tianhe only said that she was already dead.”
Song Wenzhuo speculated: "Perhaps Yin Tianhe feels guilty towards Yin Lisheng and his mother? But that doesn't make sense. How much guilt could he feel to go to such lengths, even at the cost of abandoning another son?"
Fu Yunshu did not answer. He thought of the seal from last night. Perhaps the source of that seal was related to Yin Lisheng's mother, but what exactly was that seal?
"Forget it, don't think too much about Yin Lisheng's identity. You just need to know that he is the successor of the Yin family, my future disciple, and your martial uncle," Fu Yunshu said.
Song Wenzhuo chuckled softly: "Alright, then I, Wenzhuo, would like to congratulate my grandmaster uncle on the birth of his disciple in advance."
"Stop being sarcastic," Fu Yunshu joked, "You guys still need to give each other the gifts you're due."
Song Wenzhuo: "Of course, we will prepare carefully and make sure our future junior uncle is satisfied."
Fu Yunshu smiled and steered the conversation back on track, talking about the day the Yin family was wiped out.
"According to Yin Tangyue, there were only two murderers, but they had a strange magical artifact. Under the effect of that artifact, Yin Tangyue was suppressed by two major realms. The rest of the Yin family were probably not much better off. The two murderers themselves were also extremely powerful, which led to this tragedy."
Song Wenzhuo was just as shocked as Fu Yunshu was at the time.
"Could there really be such a heaven-defying magical artifact in the world?"
Fu Yunshu had the same doubts; he had been pondering this ever since he heard about the magic artifact from Yin Tangyue.
In his fourth life, Fu Yunshu chose the path of weapon crafting. He had read all the books on weapon crafting from not only the Qingyuan Sect, but also from the four major sects and five clans, and from all the major forces in the cultivation world, but he had never heard of such a strange magical artifact in any of them.
Moreover, it was precisely because he had studied the art of weapon crafting that Fu Yunshu found it even more incredible.
The art of crafting artifacts involves using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as its flesh and blood, and the laws of nature as its framework, thus imbuing the artifacts with a soul. All magical artifacts, large and small, exist in accordance with the laws of nature.
The same applies to those who cultivate immortality. Cultivators strengthen their bodies, expand their meridians, draw spiritual energy from heaven and earth into their bodies, comprehend the supreme laws as the Dao, and pursue the eternal Great Dao.
In the cultivation world, both people and things are subject to the control of the Heavenly Dao. While a cultivator's behavior may be suppressed in certain situations, suppressing a Tribulation Transcending cultivator to the Integration stage, and doing so on for all cultivators within a certain range, is almost defying the Heavenly Dao.
Logically speaking, Heaven should not allow the existence of such a magical artifact.
Unless, of course, this magical artifact, including the destruction of the Yin family, was tacitly approved by the Heavenly Dao.
"Buzz—"
A sharp pain shot through Fu Yunshu's head, as if his entire brain was exploding inside his skull. The teacup on the table was accidentally knocked over by his sleeve, spilling tea all over him, but Fu Yunshu had no time to care. He clutched his head, howling in pain as he leaned on the table.
"Grandmaster Uncle, what's wrong with you!" Song Wenzhuo anxiously went around to support Fu Yunshu and channeled spiritual energy into his body.
Fu Yunshu was covered in cold sweat. He couldn't hear Song Wenzhuo's voice at all, only a buzzing sound.
"Heaven's will!" Fu Yunshu gritted his teeth, summoned the Cold Cry Sword with his backhand, and disregarded the pain, unleashing a full-force attack on the sky after breaking the seal.
In an instant, centered on where Fu Yunshu was, the originally dark sky was split in two by a sword light, and a dazzling white light shone through the gap, illuminating the surrounding hundreds of miles as bright as day.
Birds scattered, birds fled, waves tens of meters high rose on the sea thousands of miles away, and volcanoes in the wilderness erupted lava...
After instructing their disciples not to act rashly, the other peak masters of Qingyuan Sect also hurriedly rushed over.
Across the mainland, many places have taken action in response to this unusual phenomenon.
"Clang—" The Cold Cry Sword fell to the ground, and Fu Yunshu's strength was drained away by this blow.
Fortunately, this attack was not in vain. Heaven still had some fear of Fu Yunshu, the number one cultivator in the world. At least the annoying stinging pain and buzzing in his head disappeared.
Fu Yunshu scoffed and fell straight forward, but was caught by Song Wenzhuo who had rushed over.
"Grandmaster Uncle, how are you feeling?"
Song Wenzhuo dared not move Fu Yunshu easily, so he helped him sit down and placed his palms on Fu Yunshu's back to transmit spiritual energy to him.
"Cough cough—" Fu Yunshu waved his hand with difficulty, "It's okay, I won't die."
For the first time, Song Wenzhuo felt like crying: "Grandmaster Uncle, please stop talking!"
Fu Yunshu smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then meditated and regulated his breathing following the spiritual energy that Song Wenzhuo had poured in.
“Wen Zhuo, listen to me. Yin Lisheng’s identity must not be exposed. This matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, me, and others. There must not be a fourth person who knows about it.”
"As for that strange magical artifact, write a letter to Lu Yanci, the head of the Tianji Pavilion, in a couple of days and ask him to find a way to remind the other sects."
Song Wenzhuo pretended not to hear these words, which sounded like a final farewell, and shouted: "If you want to say it, go and tell Lu Yanci yourself. I'm not going!"
Fu Yunshu: "Alright then."
Danfeng is closest to the main peak, so Ning Xuexi was the first to arrive. Seeing Fu Yunshu's pale face and the pool of blood on his chest, Ning Xuexi exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly pulled a small medicine bottle from her Qiankun sleeve.
"Quickly, quickly, Grandmaster Uncle, please eat this!" Ning Xuexi trembled as she took out the pill from the small medicine bottle and fed it to Fu Yunshu.
Fu Yunshu swallowed with difficulty, and soon spat out another mouthful of blood.
Ning Xuexi almost fainted, and tried to take medicine from her Qiankun sleeve, but Fu Yunshu raised his hand to stop her.
"Alright, no need to feed him anymore," Fu Yunshu said helplessly. "A ninth-grade Rejuvenation Pill can sustain even someone on their last breath for another year or two, let alone me."
Ye Xiuzhu and Wen Xun also arrived, and both of them were startled by the scene before them.
“Grandmaster Uncle-Grandmaster—” Ning Xuexi cried, tears streaming down her face, “You really scared us to death this time.”
Fu Yunshu really doesn't know how to coax people. He tried his best to wink at Song Wenzhuo and the others, but even Wen Xun, who is usually the most obedient and sensible, pretended not to see his eyes.
He sighed and said sullenly, "Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault. Don't cry, I'm fine, aren't I?"
Ning Xuexi is now the master of a peak, and she quickly calmed down after crying for a while.
Several people escorted Fu Yunshu into the house to rest, and then asked what had happened that had caused such a commotion.
Song Wenzhuo briefly explained everything he could say. Ye Xiuzhu and the others listened in a daze, and after he finished, they looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Does this kind of magical artifact actually exist?
Ye Xiuzhu wanted to say something, but Fu Yunshu didn't let him speak.
"Let's not talk about anything related to the origin and rationality of this strange magical artifact; Heaven is watching."
Ye Xiuzhu: "Okay, I'll go and browse through the books in the Qifeng Library later."
"Hmm," Fu Yunshu looked at the people who were following him closely and had a slight headache. "I just used too much spiritual energy and lost some of my qi and blood. It didn't damage my foundation. You don't need to be so nervous."
"But……"
"Alright, alright, I'm going back to Tingxue Peak to rest. It's not good for you guys to keep following me like this. I can't get a proper rest, can I?"
After thinking about it, the group realized that what he said made sense, so they prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Song Wenzhu thought of something and asked, "Uncle-Master, will you still be disguising yourself as a young boy and participating in the assessment with the new disciples tomorrow?"
Ye Xiuzhu and the other two, who were about to leave, all stopped and stared at Fu Yunshu.
Fu Yunshu: "..." Wen Zhuo, sometimes a person's memory doesn't have to be that good.
Even under the unfriendly gazes of the four men, Fu Yunshu still wanted to struggle a little more.
"Go...".
Ning Xuexi wanted to speak again, but Wen Xun stopped her.
"Senior Brother Sect Leader, the investigation into the appearance of demons in Huayang Academy is still ongoing. There might even be demon spies among those new disciples. I think we need to investigate this thoroughly," Wen Xun suggested.
Ye Xiuzhu immediately understood his meaning and quickly said, "Yes, yes, and these kids stayed at Du Zhun's godforsaken Beast Taming Peak today, so they must not have rested well. Why don't we let them rest properly and postpone the secret realm trial for a few days!"
“Ah, right, right,” Ning Xuexi was also very perceptive. “Our little secret realm hasn’t been opened for thirty years. Who knows what big and small problems might have gone undiscovered? We need to maintain it first.”
Fu Yunshu was extremely pleased. "Not bad, not bad. They're all good kids. They really went to great lengths to get him to continue pretending to be an ordinary person to participate in the secret realm trial." Fu Yunshu looked at Song Wenzhuo expectantly.
Song Wenzhuo: "..." Does this mean I'm an outsider?
He was almost laughing in anger at Ning Xuexi and her heartless friends.
“Alright,” Song Wenzhuo said quietly, “The secret realm does need maintenance, but speaking of which, the leader for this mission hasn’t been decided yet. It was supposed to be Du Zhun.”
Ye Xiuzhu and the other two were eager to try, but Song Wenzhu snorted coldly.
"Junior Brother Ye is going to the library to look through ancient books, Junior Brother Wen took on Pan Hongru's matter, and as for Junior Sister Ning..."
Ning Xuexi looked on with anticipation.
"Junior Sister Ning swore ninety years ago that she would never become a team leader again in this lifetime."
Ning Xuexi: "..." Damn it, my foul mouth.
Song Wenzhu smiled slightly: "In that case, I will personally lead this trial in the secret realm..."
"I'll do it."
A tall and imposing figure leaped down from the sky. His thick black hair was tied up, and his wheat-colored skin made his face even more handsome and solemn. He wore a black robe with bound sleeves, and his sharp eyes looked straight at you. He was like a sharp sword with its edge exposed, and his whole body exuded a chilling and murderous aura.
Sword Peak Master – Gu Zhinan.
"Zhinan greets Grandmaster Uncle." Gu Zhinan bowed respectfully to Fu Yunshu.
"There's no need to be so reserved." Fu Yunshu helped the person up.
"Isn't this our busy Peak Master Gu? What brings you back to Qingyuan Sect today?" Ning Xuexi couldn't help but retort when she saw Gu Zhinan's deadpan demeanor.
Gu Zhinan was a man of few words, and Ning Xuexi would say this every time he came back, but he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it.
"Alright, alright," Wen Xun pulled her back. "Senior Brother Gu has finally come back once in a while. Can't you two get along a little? This is in front of Grandmaster Uncle."
Ning Xuexi snorted and turned her head away from them.
“Du Zhun is not here, so the team leader can take over,” Gu Zhinan walked up to Song Wenzhuo. “It’s my turn next time. Since they are all busy, I can switch with Du Zhun.”
Song Wenzhuo stared at him silently: "You've finally decided to come back?"
Gu Zhinan remained silent.
The two of them gazed at each other silently.
In the end, Song Wenzhuo was the one who compromised first.
"Sure, bring it if you want. It'll help you settle down."
Gu Zhinan thanked him, greeted Fu Yunshu, and then turned and left.
As Gu Zhinan passed Song Wenzhuo, he stopped and said, "Song Wenzhuo, I have a feeling I'll remember soon."
Song Wenzhuo calmly said, "Is that so? Then I wish your wish comes true, Gu Yuan."
After explaining everything, Ning Xuexi and the others left the main peak and returned to their own peaks to handle their affairs.
Fu Yunshu: "I should go too."
Song Wenzhuo stood up to greet him: "Grandmaster Uncle, let me see you off."
After walking a short distance, Fu Yunshu said, "Alright, that's enough. I'm just going back to my room."
He looked at Song Wenzhuo and comforted him, "I know that watching Gu Zhinan live like a walking corpse all these years must have been the hardest for you."
Song Wenzhuo pursed his lips, "Grandmaster Uncle is overthinking it."
Fu Yunshu patted his shoulder, "If you're not upset, why do you still call him 'Gu Yuan'? If you're not upset, why do you still send gifts to the Tianji Pavilion every year to ask for divination for Gu Zhinan?"
"What does Lu Yanci's divination mean?"
Song Wenzhuo said calmly, "'It's not clear yet, but there might be a turning point.'"
Fu Yunshu smiled and said, "If there's a turning point, then that's good news. Don't worry too much."
After watching Fu Yunshu leave, Song Wenzhuo returned to his room and took out a letter from Lu Yanci, the head of Tianji Pavilion, which had been sent to him a few days earlier.
—The situation is still unclear, and there may be a turning point; however, the turning point is on the line between life and death, and the odds are more likely to be against them than against them.
Song Wenzhuo clenched the letter in his hand.
After years of friendship, could he just stand by and watch that guy jump into the fire? This time, even if he had to tie him up, he would keep him in Qingyuan Sect for a few more years.
Fu Yunshu returned under the moonlight. It was the time when cicadas were chirping loudest in the summer night, but because of his sword strike just now, birds and beasts dared not make a sound to avoid the danger, and Tingxue Peak was very quiet at this time.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, Fu Yunshu paused for a moment, looking at the tightly closed door with an unreadable expression.
"squeak--"
He pushed open the door, and a flash of silver light passed before his eyes.
Fu Yunshu was about to dodge when he saw the silver light veer off course, and Yin Lisheng suddenly lunged at him.
Fu Yunshu gripped the knife hilt with his left hand to prevent Yin Lisheng from swinging it recklessly and hurting himself, while his right hand wrapped around Yin Lisheng's waist to prevent him from falling.
"What, you're too short, so you're using a stool to make up for it?"
Fu Yunshu stared at Yin Lisheng's embarrassed face and the stool he was standing on that was about to tip over, and laughed in exasperation.
I want to hit the child.
A note from the author:
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I wrote over 7,000 words today! It's not too much to ask for a favorite and a comment, is it (humble)?
There's a reason why Ning Xuexi treats Gu Zhinan badly; don't scold her.
I'll fix the typos and bugs tomorrow.
Updates have been inconsistent this week, so I'll be randomly sending out some red envelopes in the comments section of this chapter as compensation. Thank you for your support and patience.
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