Translator: Bambootriangle
Translation Checker: Teo
“Really, you…” Before Yan Lin could finish his sentence, he started coughing again, and he continued speaking intermittently while coughing, “If you have this kind of intention, Shizun… is content to hear it.”
“Shizun, please stop talking,” Wen Zhao was anxious in his heart and spoke a little faster without realizing it, “Let’s go up the mountain quickly.”
But Yan Lin could no longer hold on. Every step he took was akin to stepping on the tip of a knife. Blood kept pouring out from the wound on his thigh, soaking through the snow-white robe and dripping down the hem of the robe to the ground.
Wen Zhao stopped and looked down.
This amount of bleeding… he feared that the aorta may have been damaged…
On this “Staircase to Heaven”, each stone lantern was a small magic array. It made using cultivation impossible. Fuyun Peak prohibited all flying magical devices, so if one wanted to go up the mountain, they must walk through Staircase to Heaven step by step——It was the reputation of the Fuyun Sect.
But now, their pompous rules had trapped their own Sect Leader.
Just when Wen Zhao was considering whether to carry his shizun up the mountain, he suddenly heard a clear sword cry from Yan Lin’s palm.
The sound of the sword caused an earthquake and a group of white deer appeared, coming down from the mountain peak. The white deer seemed to have spirituality and their hooves did not touch the ground, as if stepping on the clouds.
Wen Zhao looked at the group of white deer in surprise — meanwhile, he remembered that it was written in the book that these deer were an important means of travel for Yan Lin after he was injured.
In the eyes of outsiders, the sword cultivator came out of the dust coldly, riding a white deer, bringing wind and snow, but who knew that under that calm face, he was suffering from the burning fire the entire time.
Yan Lin got on the deer’s back and said, “Let’s go.”
Wen Zhao also rode on a white deer. The deer moved quickly and reached the top of the mountain in an instant.
In front was a bamboo forest, which surrounded Yan Lin’s immortal abode “White Deer Residence”, and the Sun Moon Spring was located in the White Deer Residence — the book describes it as a magical spiritual spring that was divided into two parts from the middle. Half of it being bitingly cold, named Moon Spring, and the other half scalding hot, named Sun Spring.
The spiritual spring was hidden among the rocks and the bluestones were covered with snow, creating a stunning scenery of its own. Before Wen Zhao could get close, he felt a surge of spiritual qi.
White deer placed them near the spiritual spring. As soon as Wen Zhao got off the deer’s back, he saw a white shadow passing over the bluestone, followed by the splash of entering the water.
When he saw the fresh blood that had just dripped on the bluestones, his scalp went numb — Shizun actually jumped directly into the spiritual spring? Water on the wound will cause infection!
He had just transmigrated, but his concept had not completely changed from “science” to “cultivating to immortality”. He anxiously walked around the bluestone, and saw Yan Lin sitting cross-legged in the cold spring, with his eyes closed, already in meditation.
The blood soon dyed a pool of spring water red.
Wen Zhao gasped and thought to himself, what should he do? Shizun was burned by his demonic fire. The wound could not be healed. His energy and blood continued to be consumed, almost losing half of his life.
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Yan Lin looked at him calmly and said calmly: “Okay.”
After he said that, he propped up himself with his hand and sat on the stone at the edge of the spiritual spring.
Wen Zhao took out a pair of scissors from the storage ring and cut all the clothing near the wound. Even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn’t help but be frightened when the wound was completely exposed in front of him.
The wound was too deep. Just after leaving the low temperature of the cold spring, the blood started to snake down again, even more striking against Yan Lin’s pale skin. The place of injury was not good either. If it went up an inch…
Wen Zhao’s heart trembled, he quickly washed his hands and pulled out a silk thread from the protective magical treasure.
This magical treasure was given to him by his Shizun. It was made of heavenly silk. The heavenly silk was thin and tough. It could withstand most magical attacks and could easily sew wounds.
He laid in front of Yan Lin and was about to stretch out his hand, but hesitated again.
Although he had been in a laboratory during his lifetime and had performed countless dissections and sutures on animals, he had never tried it on humans.
Wen Zhao was extremely nervous and comforted himself in his heart, “You can do it.” This was the world of cultivating to immortality, and his stitching couldn’t kill an immortal anyway.
With this thought in mind, he summoned a cluster of flames in his palm, sterilized the silk thread with the fire, used his spiritual power to sweep away the blood, and guided the silk thread to close the wound.
Because he was too focused, fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but Yan Lin remained motionless under such pain and his breath was not even disturbed.
Wen Zhao buried his head and didn’t notice that Yan Lin raised his hand and gently caught a strand of hair that fell on his shoulder.
Because he was demonized, his black hair had turned white. The white hair stung Yan Lin’s eyes, as the latter stared at the top of his hair silently. There seemed to be some restrained and forbearing emotion quietly surfaced in his eyes, which became more and more intense, almost scorching.
An hour later, Wen Zhao breathed a long sigh of relief: “Alright, done.”
A single strand of heavenly silk was almost transparent and when used to suture wounds, the thread ends were not even visible to the naked eye.
Wen Zhao admired his extreme cleverness. It would be bad if his Shizun had scars left on such beautiful legs.
Yan Lin retracted his hand without leaving a trace, still looking cold and distant as usual, and the color of his lips looked a little lighter due to excessive blood loss: “Um.”
Wen Zhao probed: “Shizun, are you… in pain? There is not even anesthetic here, and I’m worried…”
Worried that you will faint from the pain.
Yan Lin’s eyes moved slightly: “If Fengming truly feels sorry for me, this master won’t be in pain.”
Wen Zhao was taken aback.
What does this mean?
He looked at the other person doubtfully for a long time and said, “This disciple doesn’t want Shizun to feel pain.”
“Shizun will remember it.” Yan Lin tucked his hands in his sleeves and raised his arm, “Help me up.”
Wen Zhao hurriedly caught Yan Lin’s hand, supported Yan Lin back to the immortal abode, and asked him to sit down on the bed. The latter casually performed an immortal technique and the damaged robe suddenly turned into a new one.
Wen Zhao stood in front of him for a while and asked carefully: “Shizun…doesn’t Shizun blame this disciple?”
“Why do you say that?”
“This disciple injured Shizun, had fallen into demonic temptation, almost causing a catastrophe…”
Yan Lin shook his head: “It nearly caused a catastrophe, but it hadn’t happened yet. You didn’t want to fall into the demonic way. Master knew you were destined for such a disaster, but still failed to protect you. The responsibility lays with me, so how could I blame you?”
Wen Zhao was stunned.
“You don’t have to blame yourself,” Yan Lin looked into his eyes, “As long as you live in this world, you will be my disciple. I know what your nature is like. As long as you persist in your beliefs, the rest can be left to Shizun, master will always protect you.”
Wen Zhao was a little confused by what he said. It took him a long time to realize the meaning behind his words, and his heart felt a little warm and a little sour.
With such a good Shizun, Wen Fengming…how could he be willing to fall into the demonic way?
Yan Lin said nothing else and lowered his eyes: “Shizun is tired and wants to take a rest. You can leave as you wish.”
“…alright.”
Yan Lin’s always tense and straight back relaxed and he laid down on the hard daybed.
Immortal cultivators like Yan Qingya didn’t actually need sleep, but he may have been injured too badly today, so he fell asleep quickly as soon as he closed his eyes.
Wen Zhao stayed until he fell asleep, then got up to leave.
The moment he stood up, he suddenly felt his arm tightening — Yan Lin reached out and grabbed his sleeve, his eyes were closed tightly as if trapped in a dream and his thin lips moved slightly: “Xiao Zhao.”
Xiao Zhao?
Was he calling the Mozun? Was Mozun’s given name also Wen Zhao?
Wen Zhao looked at the person on the daybed and felt that his mood was extremely complicated. Without saying anything, he gently broke away from Yan Lin’s hand and quietly left the room.
He leaned his back against the door, lowered his head and rubbed the storage ring on his index finger — the ring was made of white jade and was chilling cold on his hand, as if Shizun’s aura still lingered on it.
This ring was carved by Yan Lin himself.
It was hard to imagine that Shizun’s hands used to holding swords would carve such a small thing for his beloved disciple.
What was he thinking when he was carving tiny lines on the ring bit by bit?
The ring automatically disappeared between Wen Zhao’s fingers, not knowing why, he felt a trace of warmth emanating from the cold ring.
This warmth flowed through his blood and into his heart, evoking a mysterious emotion in his heart.
So envious.
Being protected by someone, being called by someone with an affectionate nickname in the midst of a dream, having someone carving a ring for you with your own hands, what else was there to be dissatisfied about?
When he was alive, he always played role of Gege, as he was the oldest among the children in the orphanage. Because he found a bone marrow match in time when he was young and successfully saved his life, he had unknowingly become “someone favored by God” in the eyes of everyone.
People who were favored by God always seem to bring blessings to others on God’s behalf. Wen Zhao was happy to be the one “chosen by God”, but when he was unable to get up due to serious illness, the children he had taken care of could only surround his bedside and cry. At this time, he suddenly realized that in his short life of more than 20 years, it was others who had always been relying on him. When he was tired or sick, no one could give him a pair of shoulders to rely on.
The only thing he relied on was… a character that only existed in books.
Now he was dead and had come to the person he could “depend on.”
Wen Zhao looked back at the closed door for the last time, and seemed suddenly relieved of a burden, the ends of his eyes slightly curved.
He was free.
Nothing could weigh on him anymore, he could enjoy life again in peace and contentment.
Wen Zhao left White Deer Residence with a light heart, not knowing that after he left, Yan Lin slowly opened his eyes.
Yan Lin stretched out his hand in his sleeve and wrapped a snow-white hair around his fingertips.
He picked up this hair from Wen Zhao’s shoulder. He stared at the hair for a long time, took out a sachet from under the pillow, and carefully put the hair into the sachet.
He put the sachet to his lips, closed his eyes again, and whispered with relief, “You’ve returned.”
Author has something to say:
Wen Zhao: I don’t want my shizun to feel pain.
Yan Lin: Shizun will remember it.
Wen Zhao: …Not pain like this QAQ
Apart from Shizun, there really is nothing that can weigh on Zhao Zhao 😀
So, something was definitely planned! Yan Lin definitely knows who Wen Zhao is!
OMG OMG WHO IS SHIZUN REFERRING TO ?? THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE TRANSLATOR 🫶🫶🫶🫶
OMG SO EXCITING!!!
Muitos mistérios.
Essa novel tá incrível, muito obrigado por posta mais um capítulo estou ansiosa por mais .💟
MC tem o mesmo nome que o ator Xiao Zhan ❤️🩹
Have to admit I really want the next chapter… … waiting patiently … … Thanks for the awesome translation ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
The mystery is delicious
Does shizun know about the transmigration? Is he a reincarnator??
Aaaaaa, WZ is right to feel envious about the mozun having a doting shizun, but I realllllly hope shizun was referring to this WZ!
I think he may have reincarnated to save his disciple aka lock him up. Lol
I can smell the drama already x3
Thank you for the update Translator💖💖💖
Thank you for the chapter! ❤
“You’ve returned.” HELLO?? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN 😂😫 IS IT WHAT IM THINKING 👀
Hm how interesting, this was a turn of events…
I knew it!! How could this cold af dude fall for a random disciple?! Obviously, they’ve got a deep past!!!
Oh my! (๑ּగ⌄ּగ๑)
Thank You for the chapter ♡╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯♡
I love the part where he says “You’ve returned” but why is no one talking about the fact he put his hair in a sachet??🤨