Translator: Bambootriangle
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The few words spoken by his xiao-shidi had already shocked Wen Zhao beyond words.
Impossible……
How could his Shizun, who had bearings of an immortal, cold and ascetic, bind his disciple with shibaru?
Xiao-shidi must have misunderstood the knot method, or in this “book realm”, shibaru binding was just an ordinary five-way knot.
His Shizun would never do such a thing.
Absolutely… not.
He pretended to be calm on the surface, trying not to let his xiao-shidi see any abnormality, and coughed lightly: “So, why did Shizun tie me up?”
There was a trace of disappointment in Feng Shu’s eyes: “Shixiong, don’t you even remember this? When shixiong was refining pills, he added strange things into the alchemy furnace, which caused the alchemy furnace to explode and hurt himself. Shizun punished shixiong to stay behind closed doors for seven days to recover from his injuries, but shixiong didn’t listen, so Shizun tied him up.”
Wen Zhao trembled inwardly: “Strange things…what do you mean?”
Feng Shu looked away: “I…I don’t know either. Shizun said it’s not something I should know at my age.”
Wen Zhao: “…”
Was it… not suitable for children?
Was Wen Fengming actually this kind of person? It was not written in the book.
He felt guilty and said, “You’d better…change to a more normal binding method.”
Xiao-shidi obediently manipulated the vines to change their shapes. Wen Zhao warned again: “Don’t use…the method just now to tie people up.”
Feng Shu said obediently: “Okay.”
Young people often had strong curiosity. Feng Shu endured it for a while, but couldn’t help but ask: “Why can’t it be used? What’s so special about this binding method?”
How should he answer this?
Feng Shu asked again: “Could it be that it can only be used by Shizun, and can only be used on shixiong?”
Wen Zhao looked at his xiao-shidi’s clean eyes and couldn’t bear to pollute the young man’s pure heart. He gritted his teeth and said, “Just take it as… yes.”
“Okay,” Feng Shu had no doubts this time, “So it’s a special binding method that can only be used by Shizun and shixiong.”
Wen Zhao: “…”
Hiss.
Wen Zhao didn’t dare to continue talking about this and quickly changed the subject: “By the way, do you know if I can find good wood on the mountain?”
“Wood? Of course we have it. Shixiong, do you need it now?”
“I need it now.”
“Then I’ll take shixiong over there,” Feng Shu glanced at Cheng Yan who was tied up with the five-way knot again, “Are we just going to leave him here?”
“Let’s drag him away together.”
Xiao-shidi always listened to his words. Fang Shu would never go east if told to go west. He told Feng Shu to “drag” Cheng Yan and never to “carry” Cheng Yan.
The two of them dragged the fainted Cheng Yan away from Red Bird Nest and climbed to the highest point of Fuyun Peak along the bluestone path. Looking back, on the east was pure white, and in the distance was the endless sea of clouds. Fuyun Peak was surrounded by the sea of clouds, akin to a paradise.
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Today, he suddenly broke free from that restrictive place and flew into this cultivation realm.
Even if it was just a dream, it was worth it.
He stood under the faint morning light, and his entire figure was plated with a thin layer of silver.
Feng Shu called softly: “Shixiong…”
“Um, let’s go.”
Following Feng Shu’s lead, Wen Zhao quickly found the wood he needed, and then… saw his seemingly weak xiao-shidi knocking down a century-old tree with one hand. Feng Shu tilted his head and asked him: “What does shixiong need wood for?”
Corners of Wen Zhao’s eyes twitched, he thought that if they waited a few hundred years, his xiao-shidi would definitely become a top overlord in the Immortal World.
His Adam’s apple moved: “I want to make a wheelchair for Shizun.”
“What is a wheelchair?”
“The wheelchair is… you will know after I make it.”
Xiao-shidi grew up in the Fuyun Sect since he was a child. He had never been to the mortal world, so it is normal for him not to know what a wheelchair was. He was a child who was abandoned at the foot of Fuyun Peak Mountain. Yan Lin saw that he was pitiful, so he accepted him as his personal disciple. After he was accepted as a disciple, it came to light that he was extremely talented and a good material for cultivation, which could be regarded as fate.
Feng Shu asked again: “What should we do?”
Wen Zhao smiled mysteriously at him: “Leave it to me.”
Because of his poor health, he rarely went out during his lifetime, except for his daily work. His biggest hobby was to stay at home and make models. He was very skillful with his hands. Over the years, the models he made had filled several bookcases and he had won many awards.
The models were all created according to the actual full-sized objects. If he wanted to make a real wheelchair, he only needed to adjust the proportion to 1:1.
He spread out the designs he had drawn before, patiently taught his xiao-shidi what to look at, and asked him to help him cut the wood, and he quickly made all the parts.
Then all that was left was assembling the parts one by one and fitting them together with mortise and tenon. Within two hours, the wheelchair had been completed.
Feng Shu exclaimed: “Shixiong is so amazing! With this, will Shizun be able to move freely in the yard?”
Wen Zhao nodded proudly.
Although for immortal cultivators who had limited mobility, they could still rely on walking aids, but the more advanced magic device require more spiritual qi. As for Shizun, who had not recovered from his injury, it was better to use the most common wheelchair.
It was already completely bright, and Yan Lin hadn’t gotten up yet. Wen Zhao stretched his muscles and asked casually: “Xiao-shidi, what should we eat for lunch?”
Feng Shu was stunned: “Eat…eat?”
He had forgotten that this was the Immortal World, and everyone was fasting, refraining from eating at all times.
In fact, he was not hungry, but he just wanted to eat. In the last two months of his life, he was completely unable to eat. He relied on infusions every day to stay alive. His sense of smell and taste were almost lost, and he could no longer remember what food tasted like.
He couldn’t wait to experience the joy of eating again.
So he walked around the mountain Peak and caught a rabbit before coming back.
The snow rabbit was round and plump, obviously nourished by the spiritual qi of Fuyun Peak.
Wen Zhao glanced at Cheng Yan who was tied up next to him, and walked towards him with the rabbit in his arms. He sighed in front of him how cute the little rabbit was, and at the same time took out a thin knife from the storage space, and sent the little cutie on its way to heaven as quickly and neatly as possible.
Feng Shu covered his eyes: “Bunnies are so cute, how could we…eat bunnies…”
—
Cheng Yan had actually woken up a long time ago and was dragged awake alive.
But out of reason, he did not dare to move. With his eyes squinted, he pretended to be unconscious and silently watched the whole process of the two, shixiong and shidi, making the wheelchair. He didn’t know what kind of strange object it was.
Then…then he saw the demon in black walking towards him carrying a snow-white rabbit. He raised a knife less than a foot away from his eyes and cut the rabbit’s throat.
The bright red rabbit blood splashed on the snow, a drop of it even splashed on Cheng Yan’s face. He finally couldn’t pretend anymore, cold sweat flowed down his face, and he was forced to open his eyes: “Let… Let’s talk.”
“Huh? You’re awake.” Wen Zhao looked as usual and bled the rabbit without changing his expression. The knife moved flexibly around the rabbit’s body against his fingertips and peeled off a full piece of fur.
Cheng Yan’s facial muscles began to twitch.
He saw that Wen Zhao put the rabbit fur aside and said to himself: “The body of such a fat rabbit still only has this little fur. It’s not even enough to make a scarf for Shizun… How about making a wrist guard?”
Cheng Yan had been tied up with vines so tightly that his whole body ached, feeling like he was that skinned rabbit. He swallowed hard and resolutely gave up his dignity: “I plead you, let me go.”
Wen Zhao glanced at him, and his hands kept moving, disemboweling the rabbit, taking out the internal organs and throwing them aside. He said quietly: “Shixiong, what are you saying. You and I are both disciples of the Fuyun Sect. Naturally, we should respect each other like siblings. Your shidi can only cherish and protect you, so how could I do anything to you, shixiong?”
Cheng Yan’s cold sweat almost soaked through his clothes. He felt that the words “respect each other as siblings” were really ironic. His voice trembled and he said, “I was really wrong, Fengming shidi, just let me go. I shouldn’t have caused trouble for you, I shouldn’t have made such wild claims that I would clean up the trash for Qingya Xianzun… I was too arrogant, I…”
Forcing an arrogant person to admit his mistakes was tantamount to peeling off his skin. Cheng Yan’s face was red and his teeth were clenched, as if he was in great pain.
Wen Zhao had no intention of doing anything to him originally, he just wanted to scare him. Seeing that he had already admitted his mistake, he stopped saying anything, picked up a branch, and put the cleaned rabbit meat on it.
He picked up a handful of snow and rubbed his hands stained with rabbit blood clean, raised his head and asked Feng Shu, “Is there any seasoning?”
Feng Shu: “The seasoning…the outer disciples at the foot of the mountain have it. Do you need me to go down and borrow it for shixiong?”
“Thank you for the trouble.”
“No trouble, shixiong, wait for me.”
Cheng Yan was left on his own, not knowing what this man was thinking. He moved his butt back and mustered up the courage to say, “You…are you willing to forgive me?”
Wen Zhao built a simple cooking rack with branches, piled up the remaining wood, gathered a bunch of flames in the palm of his hand, and lit the firewood: “You should feel lucky that you didn’t do anything to Feng Shu, otherwise…”
As he spoke, he threw a piece of wood into the fire, causing a cluster of sparks to pop up.
Cheng Yan trembled all over.
He stiffened his neck and said with the determination of a hero braving death: “I… I swear, if Fengming can forgive me for my reckless behavior this time, I will never be an enemy of Fengming from now on, and, and …I will agree to all the conditions proposed by Fengming, as long as they don’t violate the sect rules!”
Just as he shouted these words, Feng Shu came back with a bunch of small palm-sized earthen jars and asked in surprise: “Huh? Why is Cheng Yan shixiong suddenly swearing to Heavens?”
Cheng Yan shut up instantly and blushed from his neck to the top of his head.
Wen Zhao carefully weighed the pros and cons — in the original book setting, the Fuyun Sect had a total of three Xianzuns, Qingzhe, Qingya, and Qingwu, all of whom came from the same sect. Qingzhe and Qingya were of equal cultivation, also known as the “Fuyun Twins”. They jointly managed the affairs of the Fuyun Sect. Every five hundred years, they would exchange the sect leader’s seal and take turns being the leader.
The next handover of the sect leader’s position was approaching. According to the plot in the book, the two xianzuns had a falling out at that time. Shibo Qingzhe, who lost his beloved disciple, accused Qingya and said that he was no longer worthy of being the Sect Leader and that he would not hand over the sect leader’s seal when the time came for the next five hundred years.
Now that Cheng Yan was not dead and wanted to settle the old feud with him, Shibo will naturally not quarrel with his Shizun again, letting him safely treat Shizun’s leg.
So he nodded and said, “Okay then, I hope Cheng Yan shixiong will keep his word.”
Cheng Yan breathed a long sigh of relief and hesitated: “That… that’s natural. I… scolded you a lot of unpleasant things before, so please… don’t hold it against me.”
Wen Zhao waved his hand generously: “It doesn’t matter, I have also scolded you as being idiotic, single braincell, straight male cancer, snobby dog, shortsighted like a rat and chicken’s gut — we are even.”
Cheng Yan: “…”
Although he didn’t quite understand it, he always felt that the other person was scolding him even more harshly.
Wen Zhao carefully analyzed the seasonings that Feng Shu brought back. He found out that they lacked chili pepper and cumin, but they were acceptable.
He spread the seasoning evenly on the skewered rabbit, marinated it for a while and started grilling it, and said, “Feng Shu shidi, loosen the ties of Cheng Yan shixiong.”
After the vines receded, Cheng Yan rubbed his painful wrists, and saw something flying towards him. He quickly reached out to take it and found that it was a bottle of pills.
Wen Zhao: “I didn’t control my strength last night and injured you. This medicine can quickly heal internal injuries. Just take it.”
Cheng Yan was inexplicably moved: “Thank you very much.”
He took a pill and secretly looked at the person opposite him — perhaps because he got the immortal elixir from Wen Zhao, he found this person much more pleasing to his eyes.
SPeaking of which, Wen Fengming had never taken the initiative to provoke him. It was all because of his own wishful thinking that made him think he hated him. Now he was sitting there quietly roasting rabbit meat, his long white fingers slowly turned the branch and his black eyes were slightly lowered. A silver lock slipped unnoticed down his shoulders and the demonic marks under his eyes were bright red, which was actually a bit… charming.
He hadn’t noticed before that Fengming shidi had such a good appearance that could make people jealous.
As if by mistake, he said, “Fengming shidi, you are so good looking.”
“…?” Wen Zhao looked up in surprise, “What?”
“It’s nothing,” Cheng Yan hurriedly looked away, “I…I mean, your rabbit meat looks so delicious when grilled.”
The rabbit meat was roasted over the fire to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, sizzling with oil and the tangy aroma went straight into people’s minds.
Wen Zhao had just been concentrating on the matter of “making elixirs for Shizun” and he actually didn’t hear the words “You are so good looking”. Now he came back to his senses and followed Cheng Yan’s words: “Want to try it? ”
“No…don’t want it,” Cheng Yan turned away stubbornly, “Although…the roasted rabbit is indeed very fragrant, our Fuyun Sect has it stipulated in rules that no disciple of our sect is allowed to kill any living being. Shidi, you…you shouldn’t do it in the future to avoid being punished by the Sect Leader.”
“Really?” Wen Zhao really didn’t know about this rule. He thought it would be a pity. If you can’t kill, how can you taste delicious food?
He looked around and found that Feng Shu had long run off somewhere because he couldn’t stand the irresistible aroma of roasted meat. He could only sigh: “It seems that this roast rabbit is destined to be enjoyed by me alone.”
Cheng Yan watched him eat, feeling so tempted that his Adam’s apple slid and his saliva secreted like crazy. He wanted to eat for the first time in many years.
After not holding on for long, he put aside his pride again, carefully approached Wen Zhao, and whispered: “Just a taste… it should be fine, right?”
Seeing him like this, Wen Zhao found it very funny and handed him a whole rabbit leg.
Cheng Yan took a bite of the rabbit leg, chewed it in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Wen Zhao: “Is it delicious?”
Cheng Yan nodded repeatedly: “It’s delicious, your cooking is really good.”
Wen Zhao happily accepted the compliment, and then heard the other person say: “There are many snow rabbits on the mountain. If you want to catch them next time, you can call me. I know where their nests are.”
“…?”
Cheng Yan: “These rabbits breed too quickly. Although the outer disciples keep eating them, the number is never small, sometimes they destroy the crops… We can also be regarded as eliminating harm for the people, Sect Leader and Shizun will definitely forgive us.”
Wen Zhao: “…”
Good heavens.
Just now, you said you couldn’t kill, but now you not only want to kill, but you also want to kill more, and you even made excuses for yourself?
Cheng Yan-xiong is really something.
After the two of them shared a whole plump roasted snow rabbit, Wen Zhao picked up the peeled rabbit fur and Cheng Yan suddenly coughed: “You… um… want to take this thing back to make a wrist guard for the Sect Leader? ”
“Yes what’s the matter?”
Cheng Yan blushed strangely and glanced around: “My xiao shishu told me… demonic cultivators like to turn a beautiful and weak immortal into a human furnace and then use mink or fox fur to make a collar for the immortal, especially between Shizun and disciple, are you also…”
Wen Zhao was stunned for a while before he realized that the “demonic cultivator” referred to him, and the “beautiful and frail immortal” referred to Yan Lin. He immediately frowned: “What nonsense are you talking about? I’m not that kind of disciple!”
Author has something to say:
Yan Lin: But I am this kind of Shizun.
That AN 😂
I’m dead lol 🤣
Cheng Yan… he seems like a funny guy
Thanks for the chapter
THANK YOU SM FOR THE UPDATE TRANSLATOR!!!
I’m dying why is everybody so funny
Lol I can’t wait for the shizun to make his move wz would be so surprised 😂😂😂
Thank you for the chapter
Lmao. Great chapter
Cheng Yan seem$ kinda cute now? 😭
A Confused Reader
“But I am this kind of Shizun” LMAO
I can’t breathe! This is too funny 😭
Everyone is falling for our mozun left and right is so funny to me 😂 and noooo bad shizun XD
pffft- maybe I have seen too many despairing stories that I especially feel that protagonists with the golden halo are so appealing to the eye now 😂😂😂
I love the author-sama’s note XDD
Thank You for the chapter ♡╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯♡