Chapter 1 Two Monsters
"Are you saying this village is haunted by a vengeful ghost, or even a female ghost?"
The man sitting at the tea table had a clear and gentle voice. He wore a white Taoist robe of fine fabric and played with a teapot with his fair hands.
Before him stood a seventy-year-old man whose voice was hoarse and lisp: "Yes, that vengeful woman is disturbing our peace. We beg the Immortal Lord to quell the evil spirits!"
The old man was cautious and dared not look at him. His clothes were obviously different from those of ordinary people. Even the two children with him, who looked to be about five or six years old, had a maturity beyond that of ordinary children.
The village winds its way over several mountains, and on the edge of a bustling market town, in the heart of a lake, a misty fog shrouds a place in the water—this is where the immortal came from.
The Qing family of Quanzhou and Zhangzhou ranks first among families specializing in cultivating immortality.
The Qing family originally did not easily accept people from outside the family, but this generation of immortals is somewhat unconventional.
The inner gate of the Qing family is a place where the flowing water is surrounded by wisps of smoke. At the very back, there is a small courtyard in the middle of a lake. The head of the Qing family lives here year-round. If you push open the door on ordinary days, you will see an elegant person in white robes and blue shirt with long black hair standing inside.
That immortal was Qing Jue, the current head of the Qing family, and was respectfully called Immortal Lord Wuqing by the world.
Qing Juesheng had a fierce look, but the beauty between his features softened his aggression. If there were truly immortals in the world, they would probably look like this.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the beautiful immortal put down his teacup. His eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he drew his sword. The sword energy grazed the old man's graying temples and shattered the window of the room.
In the blink of an eye, a black mist outside, accompanied by a piercing scream, turned and fled.
The old man and several villagers in the house were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they dared not breathe.
The house was full of men from the village, who had been there an hour ago. They had all dropped what they were doing when they heard that the immortal was going to catch ghosts.
One of them realized that after seeing the incantation scare away the vengeful ghost, he sat there motionless and couldn't help but ask, "Immortal...Immortal Lord, aren't you going to chase after him?"
“No rush,” Qingjue raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the two children beside him: “Take Xiaoyanzi with you during the day.”
The five- or six-year-old boy carried a sword that was taller than him: "Yes."
this……
The villagers looked at each other for a moment, and although they didn't say anything, they were quite dissatisfied.
Although they knew that the Qing family of the Immortal Sect was top-notch, that vengeful woman was still a fierce and malevolent being. Was it too much to send two five- or six-year-old children to deal with her?
The composed boy led another reluctant boy out the door. The person by the door couldn't resist their curiosity and tried to push the door open to check. The moment Qingjue raised his eyes, his breath traveled through the gap between people, and the door slammed shut without anyone noticing.
"Don't rush," he said calmly. "I still have some questions for you all. My two disciples are enough for that woman, so you don't need to worry."
Although the elderly man at the head of the group was trembling from the suppressed aura, he still clasped his hands together in a bow: "Immortal Lord... please ask without hesitation."
Qingjue took something out of his Qiankun bag in his sleeve and threw it on the ground.
"Do you recognize this thing?" Qingjue clenched her fist and propped her head up, revealing a cunning smile that did not match the "noble and aloof" image she was rumored to have. She said, "A liar will have to swallow a thousand needles."
A day ago, Qingjue took his two disciples out. On their way back, they happened to pass by this mountain. Unexpectedly, a vicious ghost appeared in this remote village. It didn't harm anyone, but it made strange noises all night.
The vengeful ghost had blocked the road out of the village. If Qingjue and his group hadn't stopped by to rest, they wouldn't have been able to get out, let alone ask for help.
The villagers lived in fear for several days, but were fortunate enough to meet Immortal Lord Wuqing, which finally resolved the matter.
According to rumors, this Immortal Lord Wuqing is Crane Immortal, who is as aloof as a snow lotus and as indifferent as clear tea.
Half a day together left me with... well, it's hard to say.
The object on the ground was a broken sachet. The words embroidered on it were obscured by bloodstains and dirt, and a large piece was missing, as if it had never been cherished.
"This, this..." The old village chief thought carefully, then shook his head: "I've never seen it before."
The others also shook their heads. Qingjue had calculated that no one would admit it, so he didn't force them to talk. He just said, "Then just wait here. In a while, my two beloved disciples will subdue that vengeful ghost and release it for everyone to see."
Everyone else was taken aback, unsure how to respond or what the purpose of this action was.
"You...!" Finally, a man couldn't hold back any longer and stood up regardless: "You're treating human life like dirt! How could the dignified Immortal Lord Wu Qing do such a thing..."
"Who is it that treats human life so lightly?" Qingjue interrupted him directly: "It seems you know better than I do."
The man was speechless. He lowered his head and muttered something under his breath. A moment later, the door was pushed open.
The young apprentice, carrying a pure white sword, held a black bottle in his hand. Those with higher cultivation levels could see several rings of black mist surrounding the bottle.
The bottle was a magical artifact bestowed upon him by Qingjue.
It didn't have a name, so he just called it Black Bottle; he was too lazy to come up with a name.
"Master," the child's voice was still childish, but his tone was very steady, "the vengeful ghost has been captured."
"Well done," Qingjue said, turning his gaze back to the child behind him. "Little Yanzi didn't cause any trouble, did she?"
Before the "little goose" behind could speak, the child in front truthfully said, "It's already been fought."
"..."
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Yanzi's expression suddenly changed. Several layers of black mist immediately arose around him, his clothes and hair surged, and a blood lotus mark appeared on his forehead.
The oppressive aura emanating from that moment was no less than that of Qing Jue just now. A group of ordinary people in the room knelt on the ground, some covering their heads and trembling as they looked at the child's eerie and ferocious appearance.
Without uttering a word, he conveyed his message with a breath that nearly shattered the eardrums of those around him: "Jie, Zhou, Jian!"
The black mist spread throughout the room, shattering the teacup Qingjue was about to drink from.
Qingjue: "..."
The child in front only moved at this moment, without even drawing his sword. He turned around and exchanged two blows, then slapped the blood lotus mark on the opponent's forehead with his palm. The opponent sat down with a thud. Only then did he draw his sword and stab it straight into the floor tile next to him, causing cracks to explode and spread across half the room.
The demon who had been so ferocious just moments before suddenly had tears in his eyes and covered his forehead: "...Alright! I'm too lazy to argue with you!"
Jie Zhoujian withdrew his sword, helped his junior brother up from the ground, and turned around to bow to Qingjue as if nothing had happened.
The local people who had gotten back up were dumbfounded.
"What kind of monsters has this Immortal Lord Wuqing raised?"
His seemingly quiet speech was clearly heard by the cultivator.
It's not a monster.
Qingjue silently changed the teacup and brewed a fresh cup of tea.
But they certainly can't be considered ordinary people.
Qingjue glanced at the boy named Jie Zhoujian who was closest to him. He was dressed like an ordinary young master and was the most diligent and talented in cultivating immortality and martial arts.
When Qingjue first met him, he didn't even call him by his name.
One year ago.
Blood mist swept across the entire corridor, and the corpses in front of the courtyard gathered to form a narrow path. Amidst the dust, bloodstains, and bodies, a handsome immortal in white robes and green gowns walked slowly. He seemed to be from another dimension, as pure as a figure in a painting untouched by the mortal world.
Apart from the sword in his hand, its blade stained with blood, the crimson spots of blood were very conspicuous on the gleaming, emerald-green sword.
His aura was so powerful that it was visible to the naked eye; anyone who got within five steps of him would feel their hair tremble.
He went into the inner room, looked around, and saw that there was no one alive there anymore.
really?
The immortal twirled his sword, unleashing a fierce and powerful strike that shattered the water vat inside the house with perfect force. The wooden lid flew off, and the tiles were almost reduced to fine sand.
What sent a chill down my spine was a boy squatting in the water tank, hugging his knees. He looked to be about three or four years old, with innocent and naive eyes staring straight at me. His cheek was still streaked with blood from the aftershocks of what had just happened.
The immortal sheathed his sword and gazed at the child.
Qingjue, whose original name was Bu Qingjue, was a modern person from the 21st century, whose profession was early childhood education.
Five years ago, a high fever brought him into this world. Five years later, he used this body to become the head of the Qing family, a family with top combat power—Misty Azure Immortal Lord.
The land beneath his feet belonged to the infamous Xie family, who had committed countless heinous acts behind the scenes. According to the original Immortal Lord Wu Qing's memories, many years ago they even killed the original Immortal Lord Wu Qing's master, the former head of the Qing family, Qing Jiu Jie.
Originally, they had been behaving themselves for a long time out of fear of Immortal Lord Wu Qing's current status, but a year ago, another incident occurred. The crowd gathered in front of the Qing family's gate to petition for the complete eradication of the Xie family. With old and new grudges combined, Qing Jue and his disciples planned to finally lead people to wipe out the Xie family.
Although Qingjue has only been in this world for a few short years, he has already mastered a great deal of skill and accepted his new identity with equanimity. He also used his advanced modern thinking to modify a few immortal laws.
All of this is thanks to...
He reads a lot of novels.
Qingjue remained calm, gazing indifferently at the boy before him. The boy seemed unaware of the kind of family he was born into, nor of the changes that had befallen his family.
If he finds out, things will get really bad.
Qingjue's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but no one here noticed his unease.
He had only been testing the waters casually, but it turned out there really was a child hiding in the house.
After slaughtering their enemies and preparing to leave, they discovered a child hidden in a water vat...
A well-known joke that has been circulating on Zhihu for a long time: Qingjue never expected that this would actually happen to him.
The key issue is that he didn't have a system after transmigrating, and he didn't know the original background or plot.
He didn't even know if this place was a point or a river.
Is this important?
Yes, kids, this is important.
This relates to whether he was killed or raped.
It's also possible that they'll be raped first and then killed.
It can't possibly be—
That's a bit bizarre; they'd either be reported or arrested.
Qingjue didn't want to accept any of them.
His high IQ caused his brain to work at breakneck speed, requiring him to come up with a win-win solution in just a few seconds.
Qingjue stepped forward, pulled up the bewildered child, and channeled his spiritual energy into the child's body to probe his spiritual roots.
He truly is a born cultivator, a once-in-a-millennium talent.
He was certain, with an almost preordained intuition, that the child before him was the male protagonist.
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