Chapter 45 The Cat's Choice
The fact that he knows how to form talismans can be said to be a sign of natural intelligence, and the fact that he knows how to make elixirs can also be explained as his natural affinity for Medicine King Valley after reincarnation.
But this sword, this sword was the Frost and Snow Sword that was forged by Sword Master Mo Zhiyuan himself for Immortal Lord Fu Yu as a token of their love!
How could it also appear in the hands of my uncle in this life? Is it really such a coincidence?
Unless my uncle... he remembers, he remembers everything!
This thought exploded in Bai Qiming's mind like thunder, and the huge surprise and excitement instantly overwhelmed all his rationality.
All the talk of taking it step by step and observing secretly was thrown out of the window.
"Uncle!"
A cry filled with endless longing and grievance, carrying fluctuations of spiritual power that even the Divine Transformation cultivators could not control, resounded throughout the courtyard.
Bai Qingchen, who was about to put away his sword, suddenly froze and turned around in surprise.
Under the leafy sacred tree beside the courtyard wall, there was a man wearing a simple green shirt, who looked to be in his forties, with an elegant face but unable to conceal his excitement and admiration.
She was standing there, looking at him with red eyes.
The outline of his eyebrows and eyes still vaguely reveals the shadow of the little kid who used to chase after him and call him "uncle".
He has just matured too much, and his brows are filled with the majesty of being the Valley Master and the obvious tension at the moment.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Bai Qingchen tightened his grip on the sword slightly, feeling mixed emotions.
He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, and the memories that he had deliberately suppressed came flooding back.
The little guy who hugged his thighs and acted coquettishly, the little medicine boy who held the herbs and asked for praise proudly, and the young man who cried heart-wrenchingly when he died.
Now he is the master of a valley, and his brows and eyes are weathered, but the look he gives him is still filled with childlike dependence and expectation.
He subconsciously wanted to respond to the call of "little uncle", but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
What was I now? A cultivator with five spiritual roots who had barely established his foundation relying on memories from his past life?
Or is he a loser who could barely even get into the inner sect during the sect competition?
How could a man who was almost killed by a scoundrel like Li Xiuyuan have the qualifications to recognize the master of the Medicine King Valley under the name of Fu Yu Xianjun?
The huge sense of gap and inferiority was like a cold tide, instantly extinguishing the warmth that had just risen in his heart.
Bai Qingchen lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, there was a calm and polite look in his eyes.
He bowed slightly to Bai Qiming, his tone distant yet respectful: "You must be Senior Bai, the master of Medicine King Valley, and Brother Chen Yu's master."
"I am Bai Qingchen, a disciple of Lingxiao Sect. I would like to thank the Valley Master for saving my life and for taking care of me during this period. I cannot express my gratitude enough for this great favor. I will always remember it in my heart."
These unfamiliar words and respectful gestures were like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing Bai Qiming's excitement and joy.
The smile on his face froze, and the eagerness in his eyes quickly cooled, turning into loss and a hint of barely perceptible hurt.
He looked at Bai Qingchen's drooping eyelashes, and his attitude of keeping people at a distance was so obvious.
Yes, my uncle is unwilling to acknowledge me now. He must have his own reasons. Perhaps he has some unspeakable secret? Or maybe he feels the time is not right.
Bai Qiming felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart, but when he saw Bai Qingchen's slightly pale but deliberately straight back, and the imperceptible tension under the forced calmness, he couldn't bear to force him.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and forced a polite smile on his face.
"Young friend Bai, there's no need to be so polite. Saving the dying and healing the wounded is our duty at Medicine King Valley. Now that you've recovered well, I'm relieved."
"You can rest assured and recuperate. If you need anything, just let Chen Yu know at any time." After saying that, he turned around almost hastily and left the courtyard quickly. His back looked a little desolate.
Looking at the direction where Bai Qiming disappeared, Bai Qingchen gripped the Frost Sword with such force that his knuckles turned white.
He didn't want to recognize her, but... He slowly raised his hand and looked at the blue crystal on the hilt, whose light seemed dimmer than before, and his heart was heavy.
He needed to become stronger, strong enough to once again be worthy of the name Fu Yu Xianjun, strong enough to stand tall in front of his relatives from his previous life. Now was not the time.
In the following days, Bai Qiming did not come to peek again.
Bai Qingchen focused his attention and finally successfully refined the warm and warm jade soul into the core of a new spirit gathering array.
The array patterns on the small jade pendant flowed, emitting a soft and steady suction force, the effect of which was far superior to the remaining array patterns on the jade pendant before.
With the unique environment of Yaowang Valley and the free spiritual herbs and elixirs, Bai Qingchen's cultivation has improved a lot.
Not only did his injuries heal, but his cultivation level also steadily improved to the peak of the early stage of foundation building, and he was only one opportunity away from the middle stage.
He looked rosy and energetic, and it was even a blessing in disguise, as his foundation was made more solid by the nourishment of those top-level spiritual medicines.
My body has completely recovered, and my return is near. The day of the sect disciple competition is approaching.
The most troublesome one was Lan Yu. When the little guy heard that Bai Qingchen was leaving, he immediately got angry.
"No! I want to go to Lingxiao Sect with you!"
Lan Yu held Bai Qingchen's sleeve tightly, his big eyes full of stubbornness and reluctance, and a whimper of grievance came from his throat.
"I don't want to go back to Qingqiu. I want to follow Baibai. I promise to be a good boy and not cause you any trouble!"
Bai Qingchen did not show any mercy this time. He squatted down, carefully held up Lan Yu's furry face, and looked straight into his eyes.
"Lan Yu, be obedient. Lingxiao Sect is a major immortal sect. It's too dangerous for a demon like you to appear there."
"Even if you can hide your demonic aura, what if something unexpected happens? I can't risk your safety. You have a brother and your clan in Qingqiu. That's your home."
"I don't want it! I want to follow Bai Bai!" Lan Yu was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, and he grabbed Bai Qingchen's arms with all four paws.
"No." Bai Qingchen's attitude was unprecedentedly firm.
He hardened his heart and pried open Lan Yu's claws one by one. "Stay in Qingqiu and practice hard. When you grow up and become strong, you can go anywhere you want. But not now."
Lan Yu was frightened by his rare sharp eyes. She stared at him blankly, tears rolling down her face, wetting the fur on her chest. She looked extremely pitiful.
Just when the stalemate was about to break out, Lan Jin arrived.
He looked at his brother who was crying and Bai Qingchen who looked determined, and sighed helplessly.
He walked forward, picked up Lan Yu, touched his head soothingly, then looked at Bai Qingchen and handed him a small and exquisite green jade pendant carved with mysterious fox patterns.
"Brother Bai, I'm sorry for causing you trouble these days. Please take this hidden breath pendant."
"As long as the wearer doesn't take it off, even a Divine Transformation cultivator won't be able to easily detect the demonic aura underneath. It's more effective than the previous elixir."
Lan Jin stuffed the jade pendant into Bai Qingchen's hand and said, "Brother Bai, don't worry. I will take good care of him."
After saying this, he ignored Lan Yu's struggle and crying in his arms, held him forcibly, and turned into a green light and disappeared into the sky.
Looking at the direction they disappeared, Bai Qingchen held the warm jade pendant in his hand, feeling a little reluctant, but more relieved. This was the best for Lan Yu.
After seeing off the Lan Yu brothers, Bai Qingchen should also say goodbye to Chen Yu.
"Junior Brother Bai, are you really not going to stay a little longer? We still have time for the competition..."
Chen Yu looked at Bai Qingchen packing his bags, his eyes full of reluctance.
After spending the past few months together, he truly liked this calm, gentle and polite junior fellow apprentice.
Bai Qingchen smiled and shook his head: "Thank you, Senior Brother Chen, for taking care of me during this period. Now that my injuries have healed, it's time to go back. The sect competition is coming up soon, and I also need to go back to prepare."
Seeing that he was determined to leave, Chen Yu did not try to keep him, but repeatedly reminded him to be careful on the road and take care of his health.
When Bai Qingchen walked out of the courtyard where he had lived for several months, as expected, he saw Bai Qiming waiting quietly outside the gate.
The two stood a few steps apart, the atmosphere was silent and subtle.
The sunlight shone on Bai Qiming, and the master of Yaowang Valley seemed to be thinner than a few days ago.
He looked at Bai Qingchen with a complicated look, filled with worry and reluctance, which eventually turned into a heavy promise:
"Bai...young friend." He paused, as if wanting to change his address, but finally used this slightly distant one.
"The gate of Medicine King Valley is always open to you. If you encounter difficulties outside, or want to go somewhere quiet, you can come back at any time."
This sentence was very plain, but it was like a piece of warm jade, warming Bai Qingchen's heart.
He understood the deep meaning of it. No matter whether you remember your past life or not, no matter how advanced you are, this place will always be your retreat and your home.
A sour taste rushed to Bai Qingchen's nose, and his eyes instantly became hot.
He didn't dare look at Bai Qiming's face full of concern, for fear that he would lose control of his emotions.
He turned around suddenly, facing Bai Qiming, and waved his hands vigorously.
"treasure."
After saying this, he didn't stop.
Bai Qiming stood there, looking at the figure that disappeared at the end of the mountain path for a long time, until he could no longer see it, then he let out a long sigh.
Uncle, whether you remember it or not, Yaowang Valley will always be your home.
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