Dao Of The Salted FishCh12 - Wet water trickled down his back…

Thank you to anon and Julia for the ko-fi’s !

  MF2Avs

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled light across the surface of the water. Warm mist rose from the hot springs. There was a bubbling sound of water pouring into the pool. Piles of clothes were dropped messily on the surface of a dry rock. It could be seen from the back that the figure by the water was naked, until he descended into the water, hiding broad shoulders and slim back. Long black hair floated across the water’s surface.

The man dipped his head under the water and rose again, flicking droplets of hot water. He let out a low sigh and leaned back against the water. Water trickled down his face, his eyelashes dark with wetness.

Please support our translators at chrysanthemumgarden (dot) com

Wen Zhihao settled into a comfortable position in the hot springs.

The surfaces and floor of the hot spring were fairly smooth and even. It was probably human-made, but there wasn’t anyone around. Wen Zhihao had checked—or else, how could he be brave enough to enter naked? y9a4wZ

The hot water was like a warm hug, washing away the grime of the last few days; any impurities seemed to just dissolve away.

In fact, Wen Zhihao had been out on this secluded mountain for a few days already. His “nap” turned out longer than expected, and he didn’t wake until some inquisitive birds landed on his face and tried to peck at his hair the next (?) day. He could now see why and how cultivators could go into seclusion for so long. They probably slept for ten days at a time. Anyway, since cultivators live longer than mortals, ten days was nothing.

He had spent the following days exploring the area on foot and on sword, napping whenever it took his fancy, sitting on lush grass, on high tree branches, on his sword, and nibbling on steam buns kept warm and preserved in his spatial storage space.

Sitting/floating in the hot pool, Wen Zhihao’s mind easily slipped into thoughts.

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.

Olxf ktja ab vb ktfc tf kfca yjmx ab atf Vfma.

Qlat lcfvlj, tf vlvc’a tjnf ab fja boafc, ktlmt mea vbkc bc obbv fzqfcrfr. Dea lo tf kjcafv ab rajs lc atf Vfma, tf cffvfv ab mbcaglyeaf rbwftbk, bg agjlc lc bgvfg ab mbcaglyeaf lc atf oeaegf. Vlcmf tf vlvc’a kjca ab yf j rkbgv meialnjabg, Qfc Itltjb cffvfv ab atlcx bo ktja kjr atf wlclwew tf cffvfv ab vb ab ilnf mjrejiis.

Wen Zhihao tilted his head back into the hot water. The feeling of long wet hair was amusing. There also had to be some kind of cultivation magic that kept it from tangling.

His coding skills from modern earth would not get him a job here. But maybe he could be a delivery guy. A flying sword was obviously very convenient. Even cultivators needed delivery personnel, right? SdIXux

En, not a bad idea.

With that problem solved, Wen Zhihao washed his clothes and idled the rest of the day away in the hot springs.

It turned out that he could indeed fall asleep in a bath as well. And he could apparently hold his breath for a very long time by using qi to refresh the air in his lungs instead… (phew! or maybe he would have died and transmigrated again to somewhere worse…)

When he finally exited the hot springs, his skin glowed and was not wrinkly at all. Dressing in his now dried clothes, Wen Zhihao wondered where he should go next. zvb9cF

He took flight into the air, eyes widening when he spotted three golden robed cultivators flying his way.

Their impressive auras reached Wen Zhihao before they did. The three of them slowed down upon approaching him, and all three of them gave him a look.

The tallest of them had sharp eyebrows, stern eyes, thin lips, and perfect posture. Lin Yijun was the top disciple of the Golden Sun Sect, just below the Elders. “Outer sect disciple, why are you here?” he demanded.

Wen Zhihao put his hands together. “Greetings to seniors,” he said politely. “Shidi was practising flying. Please excuse me, I have to return back to the sect now.” QsJhuC

Lin Yijun narrowed his eyes. “Very well.”

Wen Zhihao bowed again and flew away.

Read more BL at chrysanthemumgarden (dot) com

“Tch,” one of the other cultivators said. “If he was flying, then we would have spotted him earlier.”

“A spy?” 7G695e

Lin Yijun watched until the outer sect disciple truly entered the sect area. “Later,” he said decisively.

He continued his flight down to the Clear Heart Hot Springs, whose water contained highly concentrated fire and water qi. Its harmony, without being explosive, made it have special healing and cultivation properties. Vials of the water were specially preserved to use to wash wounds, and a soak in the pool could heal the majority of wounds and enhance cultivation. A too-long soak though could cause cultivators’ minds to wash away, with multiple accounts of cultivators completely changing after staying in too long. It was a powerful place to advance cultivation but deceptively dangerous at the same time.

A powerful array surrounded the area that prevented cultivators looking for it to find it: Lin Yijun and his two fellow cultivators had special tokens that allowed them access, tokens that were never handed to outer sect cultivators.

Lin Yijun put the matter of the outer sect disciple out of his mind as he and his two friends descended into the pool. He had more difficult matters to think about. fbBrZ5

Meanwhile, back at the Golden Sun Sect, Wen Zhihao dropped by the Clothing Hall.

There was one main cultivator in charge, and he gave Wen Zhihao a cold look. “Yes?”

“Sorry to trouble you. Do you have any soft pillows?”

“Soft pillows?” koTSPu

“…Or blankets? I’m cold…”

“Cold.” The cultivator’s gaze became disdainful. How weak. He must have been a soft young master.

Wen Zhihao nodded.

“…Very well.” dLeX 8

Because Wen Zhihao wanted “normal”, i.e. uncharmed blankets, the price was cheap, and he had more than enough spiritual stones to exchange. Wen Zhihao stuffed all of them into his spatial storage and headed back to his room to make the comfiest blanket nest.

Author: *cough cough* I just wanted to have one of those “intense descriptions of a person (typically the love interest)” that a lot of stories seem to have, except it’s not a love interest, just our plain MC~

(Did I trick you? ) NacJ3q