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Wen Zhao frowned, thinking that he and his Shizun just had a pure master-disciple relationship, and Cheng Yan speculated on them like this… Sure enough, he still shouldn’t have given him that bottle.
He stood up and was about to leave. Cheng Yan saw that he was angry and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: “I’m talking nonsense again! Fengming shidi, don’t take it to heart.”
Wen Zhao glanced at him coolly: “I want to go back and deal with this rabbit fur.”
Cheng Yan scratched his head: “Oh.”
Wen Zhao took two steps out, then turned back, preparing to burn the rabbit’s internal organs that he had thrown away before, but found that part of the internal organs was missing, and there were drag marks next to it.
Were they… taken away by a wild beast so quickly?
He asked Cheng Yan, “Did you feel something approaching just now?”
“Nothing.”
Wen Zhao said to himself: “Was it that eagle?”
“Eagle? Where?”
“Isn’t that what’s flying in the sky?”
Cheng Yan raised his head and glanced at the sky. There were indeed a few white dots passing by in the sky: “That’s the snowy owl raised by my xiao shishu. It’s a spiritual beast and won’t eat animal caracass.”
“…Alright.” Wen Zhao knelt down and suddenly found a small paw print on the snow, which resembled cat’s traces.
Are there cats on this snowy mountain?
The little thing was quite picky. When it ate the internal organs, it only took away the heart, liver, and lungs, taking nothing else.
Wen Zhao didn’t think about it anymore, and burned the remaining internal organs with a fire, restoring the snow to the way it was before he came.
He said goodbye to Cheng Yan, who waved his hand and shouted to him: “Come to my place to play when you have time!”
Cheng Yan-xiong… wasn’t bad-hearted after all, just a little stupid.
Wen Zhao brought the wheelchair back to White Deer Residence. Seeing that Yan Lin hadn’t gotten up yet, he couldn’t help but sit on it and try it out first.
The trees soaked in the snow-capped mountains seemed to be naturally cold. After sitting for a while, his skin felt cold, so he warmed the wheelchair with fire to let the cold qi inside evaporate.
Then he tried to use his spiritual qi to move the wheelchair, but he failed to control the strength well. He injected too much spiritual qi at once, and the wheelchair sprang out.
…Oh no, Yan Lin’s house was in front of him, he was going to wake up Shizun!
Wen Zhao desperately tried to withdraw his spiritual qi, but in desperation he couldn’t. The wheelchair was completely out of control and was about to hit the door.
At the moment when the crash was supposed to occur, the closed door suddenly opened inwards, and the wheelchair got stuck on the threshold. Wen Zhao was thrown out by inertia, but was supported by a warm spiritual qi. He staggered two steps and stood up again. Suddenly, he stopped in front of Yan Lin and met his eyes.
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Yan Lin was sitting on the edge of the daybed, as if he had just gotten up. His untied black hair was draped over his shoulders, and there was still a trace of laziness after waking up from sleep, which diluted the innate aura of indifference.
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However, there was no expression of pain on his face, as if he was not the one suffering the burning pain: “It doesn’t hurt.”
Wen Zhao didn’t believe that he wasn’t in pain. He clearly remembered that Yan Lin had been tortured by burning pain for more than five hundred chapters. At the worst moments, even his heart meridians burned, he vomited blood all night long, and was unable to meditate.
The more he thought about it, the more terrible he felt. He had no time to delay any longer. He had to quickly find the medicinal materials mentioned in the book and heal his Shizun.
Yan Lin’s eyes fell behind him, fixed on the wheelchair: “What is this?”
“This is the wheelchair I made for Shizun.” Wen Zhao decisively removed the threshold and pushed the wheelchair in front of Yan Lin. “Shizun, do you want to try it? It only requires a small amount of spiritual qi to move it.”
Yan Lin’s focus was only on the first sentence: “You…made it with your own hands?”
Wen Zhao nodded.
Yan Lin was helped into the wheelchair by him, and he put his arms on the armrests, feeling that the remaining warmth had not subsided — the cold wood on the high mountain had become so warm, it could be seen that it had been carefully roasted with fire.
He looked moved: “Fengming is thoughtful.”
His beloved apprentice made him a wheelchair with his own hands while he was resting, polishing every part carefully. He even thought of the cold air in the wood, and specially roasted it with spiritual fire to prevent the cold air from infecting his body.
This way, how was he supposed to…
How could one suppress that heart that was always throbbing?
How could he not want to keep his lost but regained again beloved disciple by his side forever, in White Deer Residence, in that secret room that no one knows about, and lock him up with exquisite shackles, so that no one can take him away from him again, no one can break his wings, and no one can ever hurt him again.
Yan Lin grasped the armrest of the wheelchair so hard that his knuckles turned white. He felt the hot spiritual qi in his body surge wildly, as if he was being whipped and punished mercilessly.
As the first Seat of the Immortal Sect, he actually has such…disdainful thoughts.
Even when he was burned by the fire, he didn’t want to hide away. As long as it was something given by his apprentice, he was willing to accept it, even if it was an injury.
He often felt that sooner or later, he would lose his Daoist heart and be crushed into ashes in a lighting tribulation.
Wen Zhao saw that his expression was abnormal and asked hurriedly: “Shizun… does the wound hurt again?”
“It’s nothing.” Yan Lin slowly exhaled a breath, relaxed and returned to his usual calm.
He had restrained himself for a hundred years, so it will not be difficult for him to restrain himself for the next hundred years, and the next hundred years after that.
Fengming was a bird, a Red Crow. It should be flying high in the blue sky instead of being locked in a golden cage by him.
He picked up a cup of tea next to the desk. It was cold tea, which just put out the fire in his heart: “It may not be peaceful around Fuyun Peak these days. You should pay more attention. If there is anyone acting suspiciously, don’t approach and let me know first thing when the time comes.”
Wen Zhao didn’t understand: “Why would there not peaceful?”
Yan Lingang was about to answer when he suddenly heard a voice outside the door: “Shizun! Not good, something happened!”
Just as Yan Lingang was about to answer, Feng Shu hurriedly ran in and said out of breath: “Sect Leader of the Tianjian Sect suddenly visited and led a group of disciples to block the foot of the mountain. They refused to walk up the Staircase to Heaven unless we remove the magic array… Several shixiong and shidi tried to dissuade them, but now they are quarreling!”
Yan Lin’s eyes narrowed — it came so fast.
He put down the tea cup and asked, “How many people are here?”
Feng Shu: “About…more than a hundred.”
There were more than a hundred of them, but it didn’t feel like a “visit”, but rather like “finding trouble.”
Wen Zhao frowned, and he had already realized what Yan Lin meant by “not peaceful” — the Fuyun Sect had always been the leader of the righteous path and has been firmly established as the “Numer One Immortal Sect” for more than a thousand years. It brought admiration, but also aroused the envy of countless people. Now, a demonic cultivator has appeared in the First Immortal Sect, and some people were eager to come and cause trouble, trying to shake the Fuyun Sect’s status in order to get a piece of the pie.
If the Fuyun Sect falls, it will be devoured by countless other sects that had been watching for a long time.
Wen Zhao clenched his fists, thinking that these people were too shameless. When they were under the protection of the Fuyun Sect, they all used to be modest and fawning over them, but now that the Fuyun Sect had a minor problem, they immediately turned against them.
As for the Tianjian Sect… He had some impression. Hundreds of years ago, the Tianjian Sect was one of the top immortal sects. Unfortunately, it was a pity that it thought too highly of itself. Each term of its Sect Leaders was not as good as the last, and its reputation was getting worse and worse. Now it was on the verge of decline.
It seemed that the current Sect Leader of Tianjian Sect was desperate and wanted to take a piece of flesh and blood from the Fuyun Sect so as to extend the life of their sect.
Wen Zhao said: “Shizun, I…”
Yan Lin raised his hand to interrupt him: “You can’t handle this matter. Now you can no longer hide your demonization. The provocation from Tianjian Sect is just the beginning. If we don’t use thunderous means and don’t inform the outside world of our attitude in time, this matter will never end.”
Wen Zhao’s heart tightened— Shizun clearly put all the disciples of the sect into a deep sleep last night, but the news could still spread so fast. There were countless pairs of eyes from the outside world staring at the Fuyun Sect.
Yan Lin called to him: “You promise this master, no matter what happens in the future, you will stick to the Daoist heart and not be infected by dirty thoughts. Can you do it?”
Wen Zhao nodded vigorously: “I can.”
“Okay,” Yan Lin said no more, “Go lead this seat’s deer.”
The group of immortal deer were kept in the yard beside White Deer Residence. Feng Shu led three of them to the door and said worriedly: “Shizun, your legs…”
“Not a hindrance.” Yan Lin climbed onto the deer’s back and said “Follow this master down the mountain.”
—
When Wen Zhao and the others arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw a group of Fuyun Sect disciples arguing with the Tianjian Sect disciples. The two groups were arguing fiercely, and the loudest one, dressed in bright purple, was actually Cheng Yan.
Cheng Yan was so angry that he was almost fuming, and you could see his flushed cheeks and the veins on his forehead from a distance.
He shouted at the top of his lungs: “What’s wrong with being demonized? My Fengming shidi didn’t commit atrocities against Heaven or morality, nor did he kill or burn. What did he do to offend your Tianjian Sect!”
Wen Zhao was quite shocked when he heard his voice — he remembered that this man was still saying last night that the Fuyun Sect and the demonic cultivators were incompatible with each other.
If the other disciples hadn’t stopped him, Cheng Yan would have rushed out of the Stairway to Heaven on the spot, causing thunder to strike down the group of buzzing flies in front of him. He pointed at the nose of an old man in front of him: “You disrespectful old man, haven’t you received enough favors from the Fuyun Sect? It’s just a disciple who fell into the demonic way unintentionally. How come you are here mobilizing troops?!”
The old man’s beard and hair were all white, and his name was Yuan Cangping, the Sect Leader of Tianjian Sect. He slowly stroked his beard: “The juniors of the noble sect are still so rude. Everyone knows that the Fuyun Sect has strict rules and has always been at odds with the demonic cultivators. Now that there is a demonic cultivator in the noble sect, shouldn’t he be handed over and killed on the spot to establish the dignity of this noble sect?”
As soon as he said these words, the disciples of the Fuyun Sect stepped up one after another: “Why should I hand over Fengming shixiong to you? Who do you think you are to care about the affairs within our sect?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. If you still want to remain upright, scram!”
“Stop arguing, stop arguing, Sect Leader is here!”
Amidst the bustle of people, the white deer suddenly arrived. The figure on the deer’s back was dressed in white and had black hair. The mere appearance of his figure quietly caused everyone present to quiet down and retreat to both sides of the Staircase to Heaven to make way for him.
Yan Lin got off the deer’s back and walked down along the stone steps. He walked very slowly, and with every step he went down, the pressure he radiated became stronger.
The cold voice, encrusted with frost, struck everyone’s ears accurately: “Sect Leader Yuan, it turns out that you set the rules of the Fuyun Sect for this seat?”
The words were filled with a strong smell of gunpowder as soon as they were spoken, and all the disciples did not even dare to speak out.
“The noble sect’s hand has been stretched too far.” Yan Lin was separated by more than a dozen steps from the other party. “I heard from my disciples that Sect Leader Yuan thinks that my Staircase to Heaven is an eyesore. this seat might as well remove it.”
As he spoke, he reached out and flicked the stone lamps on both sides at the same time, and all the magic circles were shut off instantly.
Yuan Cangping suddenly took a step back, and cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
When they said that the Stairway to Heaven was in the way they were just using this as an excuse to stir up trouble. Who would have thought that Yan Lin acted so ruthlessly at moment of their meeting, and actually removed the magic circle that had not been touched for hundreds of years!
As soon as the magic circle was removed, everyone met each other in battle. There were many experienced cultivators from the Fuyun Sect gathered together, and among the juniors alone there were several Nascent Soul stages. How could their Tianjian Sect be the opponents of the Fuyun Sect?
Yuan Cangping had never expected that Yan Lin would go to such means in order to protect a demonic cultivator. Feeling that things were going awry, he hurriedly bowed down and said: “Qingya Xianzun, quell your anger…”
“Many thanks, Sect Leader!” Cheng Yan interrupted him, and a slight thunder sounded around him, “Tianjian Sect Leader made rude remarks about Sect Leader and Fengming shidi, then they asked the disciple…”
” Cheng Yan,” Yan Lin glanced at him indifferently, “Sect Leader Yuan is here to visit in person, so this seat will personally take care of him. Please step aside.”
Cheng Yan paused, put away his magical powers and stepped aside: “Yes.”
Wen Zhao stood behind Yan Lin, his eyes always on Shizun, and saw that his steps were steady, and he didn’t look like he was seriously injured.
How was this possible?
With his injury, he should be completely unable to stand up now.
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and heard Yuan Cangping say: “My sect heard that Qingya Xianzun was injured by a demonic cultivator last night, so we came to visit him. We happened to have a small dispute, but I hope that the Xianzun will forgive us.”
“this seat had been injured by a demonic cultivator?” Yan Lin pulled Wen Zhao closer, “When you say demonic cultivator, do you mean my disciple?”
Wen Zhao was pulled into the public eye, and the demonic marks on his face were not covered up. The bright red color of the demonic marks made the Tianjian Sect disciples burst into an uproar: “He…is really a demonic cultivator!”
“How terrible. The Fuyun Sect is really harboring demonic cultivators!”
“That person is… the eldest disciple of Qingya Xianzun, right? Oh heavens, I didn’t expect it to be him…”
Yan Lin’s tone still did not change at all, cold and unquestionable: “this seat’s disciple naturally ought to be disciplined by this seat. Even if he falls into the demonic way, I should guide him back to the right path. Sect Leader Yuan came to me early in the morning to help us by sending people to investigate, and by spreading empty rumors that I was injured by a demonic cultivator— are you questioning the competences of my disciples, and am I in vain as a Master?”
These words were not to be taken lightly. More cold sweat rolled down Yuan Cangping’s forehead, his beard and face were trembling, and veins stretched on the back of his old hands. But for the future of Tianjian Sect and to live up to the expectations of many disciples, he still bit the bullet and said: “Having said that, Qingya Xianzun cannot guarantee that this demonic cultivator will not get violent and hurt people in the future. How should Xianzun deal with it if it causes harm to the world?”
“What is your suggestion, Sect Leader Yuan?”
Yuan Cangping bowed and raised his hands in salute above his head: “I heard that a hundred years ago, Qingya Xianzun once climbed to Tianzhu Mountain, the highest peak in the Immortal World, where he found a sacred fire “Frost Encrusted Flame” and gave it to his beloved disciple Fengming, the white-haired demonic cultivator next to Xianzun. The divine flame has its own divinity, and the color of the flame will change according to the holder’s state of mind. If the mind is pure and kind, the flame will appear red, if there are dirty thoughts in the mind, the flames move closer to the black.”
He raised his head and said, “Whether this person intends to cause harm or not, you can tell at a glance just by summoning the divine flame.”
Thanks for the chapter!
AHHH THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE ITS GETTING SO GOOD
Thank you for the chapter ☺️
Thank you for the update.😚
So, who else’s mind immediately dived into the gutter at the phrase This Master’s Ever Throbbing… Heart?
Lol, thanks for the chapter
The heart isn’t the only thing throbbing huh- slaps
Oh good, it’s not just my mind that went there then 😂
Oh so this kind of method exists
This old man is practically a foot in the grave, what’s he talking about? 🤨
Thank you thank you! Waiting ever so patiently for more. Side note: oohh a secret room with exquisite shackles. Yes please!
Well… with the way Shizun’s thoughts were going, I think the Divine Flame migbt be Pitch Black if Shizun was the one holding it 😁😂 but I’m sure our Wen Zhao will show pure, bright red flames~ 😚
lmao this old cockroach is about to have a big slap to the face xD, so by your logic does that mean you will try to execute the Qiangya Xianzun of the great Fuyun sect?
noooo yan lin dont make wen zhao your attic wife he was just freed 😭😭😭
They are asking for good beating ><
Thank You for the chapter ♡╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯♡