Chapter 31 Return, return! How can we say we won't meet today...
When Elder Huang returned to the Short Sword Hall, he was furious. With a wave of his hand, he activated the isolation formation, forbidding any outsiders from setting foot there.
The disciples around them, who were still diligently studying and practicing, looked at each other, but all they could see was a chorus of shakes of their heads.
What happened? Wasn't the elder all smiles before he left?
Did he trip and fall flat on his face because he was in such a hurry when he went out?
Although it was indeed embarrassing in terms of appearance, there was no need to get so angry that you turned into a pufferfish, right?
"roll!"
The disciples' whispered speculations further enraged Huang Wuyang. A loud shout came from the inner hall, and the disciples hurriedly sheathed their short swords and left the area.
We can't afford to mess with them.
A tiger with its fur standing on end is not to be trifled with.
"Senior Brother Zheng, can you guess what the elder is angry about?"
Third Elder's chief disciple Zheng Feiming shook his head: "Master has always believed in the sect's way of carefree living. He has never been so furious before. It must be something important."
Zheng Feiming then joked, "But if I really had to guess, it must be that Master suffered a setback at the hands of the Grand Elder and failed to recruit yesterday's top scorer."
"Anyway, it's not something heinous or immoral!" he said with a broad smile.
The disciples all laughed heartily.
Inside the inner hall, Huang Wuyang, veins bulging, crushed the communication talisman that Elder Wei Nian had attempted to use to establish a connection.
He appeared completely dazed and refused to communicate.
"Damn brat."
He wished he could tear the person he was talking about to pieces.
"How dare a mere child at the fourth level of the Initial Martial Realm snatch the top spot! Clearly, my disciples are the true geniuses of the Initial Martial Realm, and the top spot should rightfully belong to me!"
"Some nobody dares to steal the top spot from a prestigious sect? He's incredibly audacious! He's utterly ignorant! I'll teach him a lesson!"
He was abruptly interrupted before he could finish speaking.
Who are you going to lecture?
A calm voice rang out at just the right moment.
Huang Wuyang was startled and jumped up, instinctively taking three steps back. When he looked up again, he saw the white-robed rogue cultivator he had seen yesterday, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on him. He had no idea how the man had broken into the isolation array, nor what he was thinking beneath his indifferent expression.
But it's not a good thing in the end.
Although Chang Yubai stood still, the black heavy sword behind him hovered in the air. After Huang Wuyang became prepared, it tilted at a ninety-degree angle, with the tip of the sword pointing at the enemy, looking like he was about to beat someone up and there was no room for negotiation.
Huang Wuyang: "How dare you! This is the Heavenly Sword Sect!"
Chang Yubai simply tilted his head: "Just now, I was watching you."
The "just now" he was referring to started from the point when the elders in the main hall were exchanging words.
"Huang Wuyang," he said, genuinely puzzled, "Are you sick?"
Huang Wuyang was furious beyond words, his face flushed red with rage: "You brat, how dare you insult me!"
“That doesn’t make sense.” Chang Yubai nodded.
Then, the heavy sword shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Huang Wuyang.
"Hmph! You dare to do this even at the high-level martial arts realm... How do you possess a magic weapon that suppresses your cultivation level!"
Chang Yubai: "Oh, that's fine too. Do you want me to demonstrate my advancement right here and now?"
"...You just wait...you..."
Chang Yubai: "No, I'm going to beat you up right now."
Black Scales slammed into Huang Wuyang with a loud thud, but Chang Yubai still felt it wasn't enough, so he simply rolled up his sleeves, raised his fists, and started hitting Elder Huang.
Soon, the once dignified and neat monk became a disheveled burly man.
The once arrogant and domineering leader immediately begged for mercy.
The scene felt very familiar.
It's unclear how long they fought, but the hourly bell rang within the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Chang Yubai finally stopped, then disgustedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his fist clean.
Finally, Chang Yubai said to the pitiful old man curled up on the ground, "You had no chance to hurt Xiaoyun."
"..."
"cannon fodder."
Something's not right about this world, he thought.
He and Huang Wuyang had been together since yesterday, and he had watched as Huang Wuyang went from being someone who coveted geniuses to becoming cannon fodder driven by jealousy.
This is very wrong.
If this change happened at the right time, it means that Lei Huang and his daughter from Leizhen Valley also had serious problems some time ago.
But this world is different from what he knew; there are protagonists and overpowered protagonists here.
It's only natural that Heaven would help create some cannon fodder.
Besides, what does it matter to Chang Yubai whether people in this world become cannon fodder or not?
This is a problem that Li Tiansheng should solve!
He had to pick up Xiaoyun. If things continued like this, the Heavenly Sword Sect, which Li Tiansheng would have to overcome in the future, would inevitably develop into a base of cannon fodder. At that time, everyone would be filled with uncontrollable negative effects, and mindless mobs would be seen everywhere.
How could he leave Xiaoyun in such a dangerous place!
A mountain of cannon fodder, who knows when they might suddenly fall ill and take their anger out on Xiaoyun.
This is not a place where one can cultivate in peace.
So what if they're master and apprentice? No problem, there's no more comfortable place to grow than around him!
As long as Xiaoyun can come back... No! She must come back!
Chang Yubai's eyes revealed an unprecedented determination.
He absolutely does not want to be alone!
And absolutely never leave the two masters alone!
Chang Yubai should be inseparable from Li Qingyun.
This is his only family in the world!
He casually took a picture of Elder Huang's miserable state, then stepped onto his sword and headed towards the dormitory where Li Qingyun was currently located.
As for the door that was placed under an isolation barrier?
Chang Yubai didn't want to delay, so he flew over with his sword.
"Who!" Li Qingyun was startled.
But when the smoke cleared, a familiar robe appeared before his eyes. Chang Yubai had sheathed his heavy sword and his feet were firmly planted on the ground.
“Xiaoyun,” he said.
But he didn't have time to say the second half of the sentence.
Li Qingyun ran towards him with a crying face, and flew into his arms the instant Chang Yubai squatted down.
"Waaah—" Whether she was trying to express her surprise or was genuinely moved, Xiao Li Qingyun burst into tears without warning.
Xiaoyun sniffled, her words muffled: "I think I'm hallucinating, brother, is that you? Did you come to pick me up?"
But he forgot that he couldn't possibly hold onto illusions so tightly.
“It is me, Chang Yubai. I am not hallucinating.”
Chang Yubai answered honestly.
"Brother!!!" Li Qingyun shouted loudly.
"Brother, you idiot, why are you so late!"
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? Why didn't you catch up with me right away?! Why did you leave me with Luo Songping?!"
Li Qingyun was still crying and complaining. Only after each panicked word was shouted out did the unease in her heart dissipate a little.
Chang Yubai stroked Xiaoyun's hair, thought for a moment, and said, "Xiaoyun, you need to give me time. I need to think."
Li Qingyun sobbed, "Ugh."
Seeing Xiaoyun's face streaked with tears, Chang Yubai simply abandoned the agonizing process and stated the result directly: "I will be promoted."
"Xiaoyun, I will become very strong, very, very strong, so strong that no one can beat me."
"This level of cultivation wasn't achieved through external forces in Thunder Valley. I will reach the top on my own merits, and even the God Emperor cannot oppose me. I will cultivate alongside you, we will climb together, we will become stronger together, and I will teach you everything you want to learn, Xiaoyun..."
Chang Yubai gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, closed his eyes heavily once more, and finally opened them, saying, "Xiaoyun, I am your master, I cannot live without you as my disciple."
In this world, he only has his master as a companion, and he can no longer live without a relative named Li Qingyun by his side.
His master had been through so much with him; now it was time for him to travel the world with his master.
The person before him is the one he has decided to spend the rest of his life with; how can he let go?
A master and disciple are simply master and disciple; it doesn't matter who the master is or who the disciple is.
He wanted to be Li Qingyun's master and disciple for life, to lock this relationship firmly in place, and not allow anyone to break it!
This is now his only remaining bond in this world.
"elder brother……"
"Xiaoyun, you can call me Master now."
"...But I clearly said those things to you, and even abandoned you to join the Heavenly Sword Sect, so why are you still willing to come looking for me?"
The drawback of not explaining the process started to take effect. After crying, Li Qingyun's mind returned to normal. Although Chang Yubai's reaction was indeed within his plan, he was inexplicably at a loss.
He should have thought more about why Chang Yubai's deepest desire was for his adult self, and why the Jingyuan Stone, when peering into his impressions, only saw scenes from his fantasies.
Does Chang Yubai truly harbor ill intentions towards me?
Is the Jingyuan Stone really reliable?
Chang Yubai: "Xiaoyun, don't you... want to come back?"
Li Qingyun: ?
"How did you arrive at this result!"
Did he cry for nothing?
Li Qingyun's panic was briefly replaced by shock and anger, before turning back into the all-too-familiar feeling of powerlessness.
That's more like it. Communicating with Chang Yubai should be this infuriating.
Chang Yubai took out a recording stone and showed Xiaoyun the footage of Elder Huang being beaten up. As he watched, he said, "The elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect are bullying you. This place is not suitable for your cultivation."
"Xiaoyun, I won't bully you."
I will still only state the conclusion.
Li Qingyun really wanted to crack open this person's head and see where those omitted processes had gone.
But his hand couldn't help but reach for the memory stone.
"elder brother……"
"Call me Master."
“Brother. Do you know?” Li Qingyun suddenly gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh, “Actually, it seems that I really do have a destiny on my shoulders. Whether it’s fighting against Tianjiao or entering the Sword Sect, they are all reminding me of the same thing. They are all pointing at me and saying that I am a cursed star. But I know I am not… Brother, Master, I am not a cursed star.”
Unlike her previous wailing, this time her crying was very calm; she was just talking when tears started falling.
"Master, I'm not a cursed loner, am I? Right?"
Xiaoyun asked the question cautiously, as any negative answer could crush him on the spot.
Chang Yubai said with certainty, "Of course you are not a cursed lone star. No one knows this better than me."
Xiaoyun cried even harder, but the sobs still wouldn't escape her throat.
Li Qingyun tried her best to open her mouth, as if she had a million words to say, but in the end, tears fell and she couldn't utter a single word.
He threw himself into Chang Yubai's arms again, and only then did he start crying again.
"Waaah—Brother, you can't be separated from me again. We're going to be master and disciple for life. You can't abandon me."
“Xiaoyun, you can’t abandon me anymore,” Chang Yubai corrected.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, waaaaah—"
One sentence, and tears streamed down my face again.
...
After Luo Songping finished comforting Wei Nian and listened to the Third Elder's indignant complaints, a message talisman quietly flew over. Only then did Luo Songping learn that Chang Yubai had left with Xiao Yun an hour earlier. The master and disciple decided to return to being independent cultivators and bid farewell to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Luo Songping: "..."
Luo Songping: "Sigh."
It was somewhat expected.
Such a spirited prodigy was met with cold indifference from the Sword Sect on his very first day. Their decision not to publicize the matter was already an act of utmost kindness.
It's a pity that his Sword Sect, which has been carefree for so long, has encountered such a change. The elders are either silent or impulsive, and where is the foundation that a thousand-year-old sect should have?
"Sigh, what a mess this is."
What a brilliant talent! How could we have missed out on him like this!
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