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Wen Zhao left White Deer Residence and walked towards his own residence, his footsteps getting faster and faster.
He was free.
He no longer had to lie in the hospital bed every day, no longer had to take many kinds of medicine, no longer has to worry about the day he will die… Here, he can do many things that he did not dare to do when he was alive.
And there was Shizun.
Now that he has recovered, he must make his Shizun recover as well. Like him, Shizun didn’t like to take medicine. Even though he was the Sect Leader, there was not even half a bottle of elixir in such a large immortal abode.
In addition to the leg injury, there was also cold syndrome — the cold syndrome was caused by the mental and physical trauma he suffered during a tribulation many years ago. These two injuries couldn’t be cured by ordinary elixirs and Yan Lin didn’t take them to heart. Although they had not had much impact on his cultivation except for the inconvenience of traveling and frequent coughs, they gave him an aura of fragility.
Looking at Qingya Xianzun’s cultivation level, in the entire Cultivation World, few people could do anything to him. The reason why he was heavily injured by Wen Fengming this time was purely because he deliberately did not hide.
Wen Fengming’s residence was behind White Deer Residence, and was called “Red Bird Nest”. The name was also given by Yan Lin. Wen Zhao was planning to go back and write down the prescriptions he saw in the book, and make some pain-relieving and warming elixirs for his Shizun, when he suddenly heard strange noises ahead.
A slightly frightened young man’s voice sounded: “This…this is my shixiong’s residence, how did you get in?!”
Wen Zhao was taken aback
Was there anyone at his place?
He hurriedly quickened his pace. As soon as he entered the yard, a figure staggered towards him. He stretched out his hand to help him, and found that it was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. His body was frail and his breath was messy. He seemed to have been thrown out by the person inside.
The young man stabilized himself with his help. When he saw his face clearly, his clear almond eyes suddenly widened: “Shixiong!”
There were only two disciples under Qingya Xianzun, the first disciple Fengming, and the second disciple Feng Shu. The young man in front of him looked exactly the same as the description in the book, so he was certainly Feng Shu.
Wen Zhao adapted well to the status of “shixiong” and said warmly: “I’m here.”
Feng Shu stretched out his hand and pointed forward: “Shixiong, he…”
Wen Zhao followed his finger and saw another person standing ten steps away. The young man was dressed in purple and had a face as beautiful as jade. He looked like a talented youth, but the provocation on his face was too obvious and ruined his demeanor. He raised his chin up arrogantly: “Yo, Fengming is back. I thought you were as panic-stricken as a homeless dog and escaped from Fuyun Peak in a hurry.”
Corners of Wen Zhao’s mouth twitched.
As soon as the young man opened his mouth, he guessed who this person was — in the entire Fuyun Sect, only Cheng Yan could speak towards him in such a tone that deserved a beating.
Cheng Yan was his shibo Qingzhe Xianzun’s first disciple. He was highly valued because he possessed the rare lightning spiritual root. He was already a Nascent Soul cultivator at a young age and was the pride of the entire Fuyun Sect. Perhaps because of being praised so much, he was quite arrogant and looked down on Wen Fengming, who was also the “first disciple”.
On the night when Wen Fengming had fallen to the demonic way, Cheng Yan tried to stop him from escaping, but Wen Fengming counterattacked and killed him. His heart and lungs were ripped out and he died tragically on the spot.
Because of his tragic death, the two Xianzun, Qingya and Qingzhe were suspecting each other, which eventually led to a rupture within the Fuyun Sect.
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The two “first disciples” looked at each other disgustedly. Wen Zhao said quietly: “Cheng Yan Shixiong is joking. The place you are standing now is my home. If you look back, my home is obviously fine, so why do you say I am ‘homeless’?” But, shixiong, you ran into someone else’s house on your own, do you want to be my guard dog?”
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Cheng Yan was surprised, and Wen Zhao was actually surprised too. Feng Shu was young and not high in cultivation, and was no match for him at the Nascent Soul stage, but he stood in front of him and wanted to protect him.
The boy’s tight back and trembling body showed that he was very scared inside, but even so, he still stood there firmly without any intention of retreating.
Wen Zhao had never experienced such a feeling before, and he couldn’t help but be a little surprised and touched.
“Then…so what!” Feng Shu raised his face and looked at Cheng Yan intently, “He is my shixiong! Even if he has become demonised, he is still my shixiong!”
“So your shixiong was demonised? Your sect really goes to great lengths to protect a disciple who had fallen to demonic ways.” Cheng Yan took a step forward, looking past Feng Shu and looking straight at Wen Zhao, “Qingya Xianzun is so generous, he actually made hundreds of disciples of the Fuyun Sect to fall into deep sleep, just to protect his disciple who succumbed to his demons?”
Made all the disciples fall asleep? No wonder it’s so quiet tonight.
“As the first disciple of the Immortal Seat, it would be a humiliation had the word spread that he had succumbed to demonic way when forming Nascent Soul.” Cheng Yan continued to approach, “For thousands of years, the Fuyun Sect had never had contact with demon cultivators. Wen Fengming, don’t you feel ashamed? Even now, you are still hiding behind xiao-shidi, do you want xiao-shidi to protect you?”
Wen Zhao expressed that it was not his intention to become demonized. What was there to be ashamed of? Was it also his fault that he was set up as a villain by the author?
“You said that the entire Fuyun Sect was sleeping, so why are you still awake?” He spoke slowly, reached out and patted the young man in front of him on the shoulder, and whispered, “Feng Shu xiao-shidi, get out of the way. ”
Feng Shu trembled all over and turned around nervously: “But…”
“Listen to me, you can’t beat him, Shixiong doesn’t want you to get hurt.”
Feng Shu bit his lip hard and stepped aside.
“It’s not your turn to care about why I’m still awake,” Cheng Yan sneered, as there was thunder surging in his palms, “Wen Fengming, you had fallen into the demonic way first, don’t blame me for disposing of trash for Qingya Xianzun!”
Wen Zhao looked at the person in front of him steadily, the bright red demonic mark under his eyes revealing a bit of charming beauty in the night. He said slowly: “Shizun should be the one to do it. It’s not your turn as an outsider to intervene.”
He raised his arm as he spoke and flicked it calmly.
The sleeves slid down a bit with his movements, barely stopping at the wrists, and the golden thread on the cuffs shimmered. Bright flames shot out from between the slender fingers, forming into a long dragon in the night, and headed towards Cheng Yan with pressure.
The thunder and fire collided, and the lightning was instantly defeated. Cheng Yan was sent flying out, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and landed three feet away.
Cheng Yan fell heavily to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Wen Zhao in horror: “You…you actually…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he fainted in a breath’s time.
Wen Zhao frowned slightly — strangely, although he was obviously just a transmigrator, he seemed to know how to mobilize the spiritual qi in this body.
In that move just now, he didn’t even use all his strength of early stage Nascent Soul, but Cheng Yan was already in the late stage of Nascent Soul and couldn’t even take one of his moves.
Feng Shu plucked up the courage to step forward to check, and stretched out his hand to touch Cheng Yan’s nose. The tense nerves finally relaxed: “He fainted. Shixiong is so powerful, he can subdue him with just one move.”
Wen Zhao acquiesced to this rainbow fart and asked, “By the way, Feng Shu, why are you here, and how did you meet Cheng Yan?”
He had no memory of the original owner and he didn’t know anything that was not written in the book.
Mentioning this, Feng Shu trembled all over, as if a string that had been struggling to support finally broke. He threw himself into Wen Zhao’s arms, with tears in his eyes: “Shixiong, don’t you… don’t you remember? Shizun asked me to protect shixiong here, but I was too… too useless, and still couldn’t protect Shixiong. Shixiong became demonized and rushed out of the house. Shizun chased after shixiong, but I fainted because my spiritual qi had been exhausted… …When I woke up again, Cheng Yan came here for a fight, saying that my shixiong had fallen into the demonic way and that he wanted to kill him…”
Feng Shu clenched the opponent’s cuffs hard, his shoulders twitched, and tears fell in large numbers, soaking Wen Zhao’s lapels.
Wen Zhao grew up in an orphanage. After going out to work, he often went back to see the children there. He had no resistance to such a cute and well-behaved boy. When Feng Shu cried, he felt extremely distressed and patted his back gently, comforting: “Be good, don’t cry, don’t cry, how could Feng Shu be useless? Feng Shu has obviously helped shixiong a lot, and look, am I not fine?”
Feng Shu kept sobbing: “But, shixiong doesn’t even have the memory of when he was possessed by the demons. He was obviously… severely injured! Cheng Yan actually took advantage of this moment… It’s all my fault. I also want to protect shixiong! I don’t want my shixiong to be bullied by people like Cheng Yan!”
Wen Zhao: “…”
How on earth did his xiao-shidi come to the conclusion… that he was being bullied by Cheng Yan.
He rubbed xiao-shidi’s hair and continued to comfort him gently: “Feng Shu is still young and must practice diligently. When he grows up, he can protect his shixiong.”
“Really?” Feng Shu heard this and immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and clenched his fists, “Okay, then I’ll go practice now!”
Wen Zhao: “…”
There’s no need to be… so anxious.
Xiao-shidi had already established a Building Foundation at the age of fifteen. Throughout the entire Cultivation World, one couldn’t find anyone with a higher talent than him.
Wen Zhao thought for a moment and took out a bottle of elixir from the storage ring: “Here.”
“This is……”
“The Spirit Recovery Pill can help you quickly recover your spiritual qi.”
Feng Shu’s eyes lit up: “Thank you so much, shixiong!”
“Don’t mention it.”
He has a lot of similar elixirs in his storage space — Yan Lin, as the leader of the Fuyun Sect, always received elixirs and herbs as gifts from others, but he didn’t like to keep them, so he gave them all to his apprentices.
Feng Shu took the elixir and sat on the stone at the door to meditate. When Wen Zhao entered the room, he turned on the lamp on his desk, spread out his paper and pen, and began to write and draw.
The power of the elixir quickly circulated throughout the body, and the almost dry Dantian became full again. Feng Shu took a long breath and ended the meditation. He wanted to say to Wen Zhao, “Shixiong’s medicine is also very powerful,” but he saw that he was bending over the desk, holding a thin wolf brush. Without a ruler or a compass, he drew perfect circles and squares.
The dim candle was glowing and a bit of light shone on Wen Zhao’s face, making his lips seem redder and his teeth whiter, his black eyes were gentle, the demonic marks under his eyes brighter than cinnabar, and his snow-white hair falling on his shoulders, seeming very soft.
After Wen Zhao finished drawing the drawing, he looked up and saw his xiao-shidi standing at the door. When his eyes met, a blush quickly appeared on his face. Feng Shu turned away and whispered: “I always feel that shixiong is even better looking than before becoming demonised…”
Wen Zhao: “Huh?”
Good looking?
Speaking of which, he still didn’t know what this body looked like and Wen Fengming’s appearance was not described in the original work.
He took out a bronze mirror from the house, looked at himself in the mirror curiously, and then his eyes narrowed.
This face…except for the demonic marks and white hair, was exactly the same as his!
No, maybe like his when he was younger, that’s what he looked like when he was twenty-three or four years old.
Feng Shu actually said that he was good-looking… His beauty was far inferior to that of his Shizun. Yan Lin was recognized as “the most beautiful person in the Immortal Realm”, the kind that could make even demons and monsters covet him.
“Shixiong,” Feng Shu’s voice interrupted his thoughts, “What should we do with him, just leave him here?”
Wen Zhao grabbed the bronze mirror, folded the drawings, and stood at the door looking at Cheng Yan who was lying on the ground: “It’s been so long and he still hasn’t woken up?”
Feng Shu: “Do you want to tell Shizun?”
Wen Zhao thought for a moment and said, “No, not yet. Shizun is injured and is still resting — tie him up.”
Feng Shu nodded, spread out his palms, used his spiritual qi to condense a vine, and tied up a certain “uninvited guest”.
Wen Zhao looked at the growing vine, his eyes first changing from calmness to doubt, and then from doubt to fear. Finally he spoke with a trembling voice: “You…who did you learn this technique of tying people up from?”
Why does it look so much like the famed… shibari bondage?
Feng Shu looked confused: “Shixiong taught me this, don’t you remember it?”
Wen Zhao was shocked—he taught it? Why would he teach his xiao-shidi something like this?
Feng Shu looked at his expression and added: “Because shixiong said that Shizun tied you up like this, and the binding method taught by Shizun must be the most reliable.”
Wen Zhao: “…?”
Author has something to say:
Feng Shu (super fierce): Don’t bully my shixiong!
Cheng Yan: Your shixiong KO-ed me with one move…
Feng Shu: No bullying!
Cheng Yan: Your shixiong…
Feng Shu: Not allowed! !
Cheng Yan:……
In the eyes of xiao-shidi, Zhao Zhao may be a beautiful, weak, and always bullied… great Mozun.
Thanks for translating!
Curious to see how he’ll play off the amnesia
LOL feng shu is so cute 😭😭 also not yan lin doing something freaky to wen zhao 😭😭
Shidi is cute isn’t he?
Ta incrível,eu passo a semana esperando por mais capítulos. 🫶
Feng Shu is adorable!!
Little shidi is so cute
Precious Feng Shu 😭💖💖
Also, Shizun, what are you doing using that technique on your disciple? 👁️👁️
I want you in my room
Let’s spend the night together
From now until forever
Boom, boom, boom, boom
I wanna go boom, boom
Let’s spend the night together
Together in my room
Boom, boom, boom, boom
I want you in my room
Let’s spend the night together
From now until forever
Boom, boom, boom, boom
I wanna go boom, boom
Let’s spend the night together
Together in my room
Boom, boom, boom, boom
I want you in my room
Let’s spend the night together
From now until forever
Boom, boom, boom, boom
I wanna go boom, boom
Let’s spend the night together
Together in my room
Help not his shizun tying him up bondage style 😭🤚
lol chapter 3 and we already have:
Feng Shu the devoted believer of the great mozun: “wuwuwu my weak and delicate Shixiong is in poor health… it’s all Cheng Yan’s fault for worsening his condition, stop bullying my Shixiong!!!”
Master Yan Lin: “Disciple let me tell you, this tying method is a very reliable, not only does it work well it also looks nice!”
Oh my 😂
Thank You for the chapter ♡╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯♡