Chapter 47 My Junior Brother's Happy Life (Part 5) My Junior Brother, I'll Spoil Him...
"Pass?" Song Ce continued to channel his spiritual energy, nourishing the dog's thin body. "Even if I pass today, what can your White Cloud Sect do to me?"
"What an arrogant and rude young man!" Yun Songzi stood on the white jade steps, his face instantly turning ashen. He had long held a position of high esteem, and normally, let alone such presumptuous words and actions, few dared to show even the slightest disrespect in front of him.
After speaking, his spiritual power surged around him, and the unique spiritual pressure belonging to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage came mercilessly towards Song Ce.
"Stop." Song Ce casually pointed, and Yun Songzi's spiritual pressure was dispersed with a single finger.
Upon seeing this, Yun Songzi abruptly took several steps back, his eyes filled with shock. He stared intently at Song Ce not far away, and said, word by word, "You, who exactly are you?"
"Ancestor, save me quickly—" Daoist Changmi cried out in agony before Song Ce put him into a small cauldron the size of a palm.
“As I said, I have come here today to avenge my late master and his wife. Daoist Changmi must have known that he would suffer such an end back then.”
Song Ce looked at the writhing, agonizing Daoist Changmi inside the cauldron and smiled faintly: "This cauldron is called the God-Slaying Cauldron. It has the power to annihilate even supreme gods. Daoist Changmi, you are merely a Golden Core cultivator. You should feel honored to be able to use this cauldron. Rest assured, you will not die. Over the next thousand years, you will have ample time to apologize to my master and mistress until your spiritual energy dissipates and your soul is completely destroyed. If you are still dissatisfied, you can come back to seek revenge in your next life."
"No, look at me." Song Ce's lips curled into a nonchalant smile. "If Daoist Changmi dies and his cultivation dissipates within this cauldron, how can he be reborn?"
"What a vicious mind you have, young man!" Yun Songzi rebuked. "Those who cultivate immortality should love all living beings and be impartial and selfless like the Way of Heaven. How can you, at such a young age, resort to such ruthless methods?"
Yun Songzi was certain that whoever could so easily dispel his full-force pressure must be a level higher than him in cultivation. He himself had already reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, and beyond that was the Divine Transformation stage. Divine Transformation, Divine Transformation—this was the goal he had been striving for his entire life.
But how old is this young man in front of him? Nascent Soul stage? He absolutely doesn't believe it! Maybe this kid used some unseen secret technique to forcibly raise his cultivation level.
"Impartial and selfless? You, Yun Songzi, might as well ask yourself, have you ever been impartial and selfless towards your disciples?" Song Ce said calmly. "However, I am quite curious, what is your relationship with this Daoist Changmi?"
"What do you mean by that?" Yun Songzi's heart skipped a beat, and he asked.
"If I remember correctly, you, Yun Songzi, had a highly talented senior disciple back then. He stood up for Daoist Changmi, got into a feud with someone, was betrayed, and lost all his cultivation. He died a tragic death, which is truly lamentable. Such a major event didn't even make you, Yun Songzi, break your seclusion. Now that Daoist Changmi has only suffered a little, you can't help but come out of seclusion? I am very curious about this matter and hope that Elder Sect Master Yun Songzi can enlighten me."
Although the tone was extremely calm, anyone could hear the sarcasm in it: "You can't even be impartial to those two, so how can you use that to criticize others? You're utterly hypocritical!"
"How...how did you find out?" Yun Songzi asked, his face showing surprise.
“Since you don’t want to say it, I’ll say it for you. Back when you, Yun Songzi, were still a mortal, you had a fling with a courtesan and left in a hurry. But you didn’t know that the woman became pregnant not long after. Am I right?” Song Ce said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Yun Songzi's eyes burned with fury that nearly consumed Song Ce. "Young man, stop spouting nonsense! Prepare to die!" he roared, and his longsword instantly transformed into nine flying swords, piercing straight into Song Ce's chest.
"You really are persistent." Song Ce sighed, and with a flick of his sleeve, the nine flying swords suddenly turned around and flew towards Yun Songzi with unstoppable momentum.
With just one move, Yun Songzi spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, landing on a hillside three zhang away.
The elders of the White Cloud Sect initially wanted to step forward, but the fiend before them was clearly extremely powerful; their actions would only mean certain death. Seeing that the elders remained still, the junior disciples of the White Cloud Sect dared not act rashly.
"That woman endured ten months of pregnancy, almost dying to give birth to Changmi Dao. Later, after making inquiries from various places, she brought her child to find you. But you were worried that your reputation would be affected by this courtesan, so you simply killed her with a sword. Am I right?" Song Ce walked step by step to Yun Songzi, and the words he spoke made Yun Songzi want to slap his mouth to pieces.
"Yun Songzi, Yun Songzi, you were born to a prostitute. Who would have thought that the son you've longed for all these years would also be born to a courtesan? Isn't that ridiculous?"
"You brat, how dare you! How dare you!" Yun Songzi tried to get up, but Song Ce raised his arm, gently grasped his three-inch nascent soul, and then gathered spiritual power in his hand—crushing it to pieces.
"Ah—" Yun Songzi's mournful roar echoed throughout the entire Baiyun Sect, then turned into specks of blue light and dissipated into the world.
The nascent soul shattered, the physical body vanished; the Daoist chants mournfully, both form and spirit perished.
Song Ce smirked, “If anyone from your White Cloud Sect seeks revenge against me in the future, I will be waiting.” After saying this, he patted the dog in his arms reassuringly, then activated his spiritual power, transforming into a fiery red rainbow that disappeared from Deyi Peak in the blink of an eye.
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As dusk settled, the bluestone slabs of Chang Le City turned a honey color. Song Ce, with his dog, sped back to Chang Le City.
The dog woke up as Song Ce carried it along the road. It had never felt so at ease before. Its brother's embrace... was so warm. The dog carefully buried its face in the crook of Song Ce's neck, and the soft strands of its hair brushed against him, giving Song Ce a slight tickle.
"Awake?" Song Ce patted the little boy in his arms and said gently.
"Brother..." Gou'er called out softly, reaching out her little hands to hug Song Ce's neck tightly.
"Brother is going to the cultivation market to buy some items today. Would you like to come with me?" Song Ce looked down at the little dog who was secretly watching him and asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Gou'er's eyes lit up instantly. In his limited memory, he had been in the Baiyun Sect since birth and had never set foot in the world below the mountain. Now that his brother had taken him away from his suffering, he was naturally full of curiosity about the outside world.
"Doggy...is willing, brother." He seemed a little embarrassed, and after saying this, he buried himself in Song Ce's arms again.
Looking at the child left behind by his master Qin Muqing and his master's wife Lin Wan in the mortal world, who had been called Gou'er since birth, a trace of regret flashed in Song Ce's eyes. He pondered for a moment and said softly, "Nian'an, Nian'an, from now on, you will be called Nian'an, is that alright?"
Gou'er, no, Nian'an hugged Song Ce tightly, snuggling in his arms and saying sweetly, "Brother."
From this day forward, Gou'er officially has his own name: Qin Nian'an.
Song Ce patted Qin Nian'an's head and walked towards the cultivation market in Chang Le City.
In every mortal town, there is a cultivation market where cultivators gather. Under normal circumstances, mortals cannot enter, and even if they accidentally wander into this place, they will not see anything.
Song Ce carried Qin Nian'an into the largest magic weapon auction house. As soon as they entered, a female cultivator in pink immediately noticed the top-grade spirit stone hanging from Song Ce's waist. She quickly greeted him with a smile: "May I ask what you wish to buy, fellow Daoist?"
He glanced at the female cultivator casually and immediately discerned that she was at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. Song Ce hadn't expected that even the guides at this auction house in Chang Le City were at least at the Foundation Establishment stage.
That's quite a grand gesture.
"I need clothing that can protect my child, the kind that can withstand a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator."
Upon hearing this, the female cultivator immediately glanced cautiously at Song Ce before smiling and saying, "Fellow Daoist, you jest. If such a robe truly existed, it would have already been snapped up by powerful clans. How could it have ended up in this small Chang Le Auction House? However, there happens to be a robe up for auction today. Although it doesn't meet your requirements, it can still withstand the magical attacks of a Nascent Soul cultivator. If you are interested, please move to the second floor. The auction has already begun, and you can wait patiently for the robe to be auctioned."
Song Ce nodded and followed the pink-clad female cultivator up to the second floor.
Led by the female cultivator in pink, Song Ce arrived at the entrance to the auction hall on the second floor.
Before entering the auction house in Chang Le City, Song Ce had already taken out two ordinary bamboo hats from the vast sea. He put one on Qin Nian'an and the other on his own head. These bamboo hats contained magic arrays and would automatically adjust their size according to the age of the cultivator.
As for the origin of this bamboo hat, it was given to the original owner by Qin Muqing before the original owner went on his solo training. There are 49 array diagrams engraved on the bamboo hat. It took Qin Muqing two years to barely make this one. Its purpose is to make it impossible for people to remember the face of the cultivator after wearing it. It is a powerful weapon for killing people and stealing treasures. Unfortunately, it is only effective against cultivators below the Golden Core stage.
After Song Ce reached the Integration Stage, he took out the bamboo hat again and strengthened it once more according to the laws and restrictions he had comprehended, and then made another one.
Now, unless there is a powerful old monster in the Mahayana stage, no one can remember what Song Ce and Qin Nian'an look like.
Two male cultivators in blue robes stood guard at the entrance of the auction house, preparing for a routine check upon seeing someone approach. However, their hearts tightened as soon as Song Ce walked over.
The newcomer's face seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, and even with their focused attention, they could not make out his features.
“This… fellow Daoist.” One of the blue-robed male cultivators stepped forward to stop Song Ce, but the pink-robed female cultivator stepped forward and calmly said, “This is a distinguished guest of the auction house, there is no need to check.”
"Yes, Fairy Hong."
Fairy Hong led Song Ce into the auction hall that was in progress. The hall was already packed with people. After Song Ce chose a corner to sit down, Fairy Hong respectfully took her leave.
After watching the Fairy Hong gracefully depart, Song Ce secretly attached a wisp of his spiritual consciousness to her.
Song Ce's spiritual sense followed Fairy Hong all the way to the third floor. He saw her make a hand seal in front of the empty corridor, and then a room with the character "Dao" printed on it slowly appeared.
Hong Xianzi pushed open the door and entered. The room was quite spacious at the moment. In the center was a person wrapped in a black robe, sitting cross-legged on a futon.
"Master, a big fish has arrived at the auction house," Fairy Hong said respectfully.
"Go quickly...go quickly and send a message to your master." A weak male voice came from inside the black robe. The voice was so faint that it seemed to be enduring endless pain.
"yes."
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Author's Note: I'm so sorry, my little angels! I overslept and forgot to set the time, so I'm posting it now~ [crying][crying][crying] Thanks for adding it to your favorites~
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