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The moment the armrest of the wheelchair was cracked, the atmosphere suddenly solidified.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar sword cry suddenly sounded, and the ink-black sword appeared out of thin air, aiming at Qingzhe quickly and ruthlessly.
Qingzhe hurriedly drew his broadsword to resist. The swords collided with each other and made a “ding” sound. The air wave exploded with the two of them as the center. Unfortunately, everything in the room was affected. The folding screen was cut in half, and the books on the shelf scattered all over the room.
Wen Zhao felt something scratch his cheek — a piece of the broadsword’s blade was shattered by the ink-black sword.
… Suddenly, he seemed to understand why the broadsword had so many gaps.
Qing Zhe took on the next strike by force and took several steps back: “Stop! I was wrong, I didn’t mean it, I’ll fix it for you!”
Yan Lin was still sitting in the wheelchair and did not move. Wen Zhao didn’t even see clearly how he made the move. The ink-black sword in his hand was covered with white frost and exuded a deep chill.
Wen Zhao, who was innocently affected, slowly wiped the blood from his face. The wound caused by the broadsword’s fragment had healed on its own.
“We haven’t fought for a long time, and my Shidi’s cultivation has improved again.” Qingzhe put the broadsword back behind him, still a little frightened, “You didn’t really want to kill me just now, did you?”
The ink-black sword disappeared in Yan Lin’s hand, and he said coldly: “What do you think?”
Qingzhe: “…”
Wen Zhao was afraid that they would fight again, so he quickly came in to save the situation: “Shizun, all the parts on the wheelchair can be disassembled. I will just take it and repair it.”
Yan Lin didn’t say anything else. He coldly gave an eviction order to the person who broke his wheelchair: “Get out. In addition, anyone can go to the Monster Realm, but you cannot.”
Qingzhe: “Why, I have been dealing with them for many years…”
“It’s because you are ‘famous’ in the Monster Realm that all the monsters are wary of you. You are not allowed to step into the Monster Realm again without my permission.”
Qingzhe frowned: “Shidi, this is too much…”
Yan Lin: “As long as I am the Sect Leader, you have to listen to me. It is not easy to uphold the Three Realms. If you continue to insist on going your own way, don’t blame me for not keeping in mind our old friendship.”
Qingzhe stopped talking and turned around to leave the house. Qingwu who was watching the fight before, met him and said calmly, “Oho, you were asking to be scolded. I told you that you need to change your stubborn donkey temper.”
“……Shut up.”
After they left, Wen Zhao removed the cracked armrest and replaced it with a new one, took out the fluffy wristband made with rabbit fur, gently held Yan Lin’s hand, and tried to put it on him.
Yan Lin was slightly startled and nearly wanted to struggle.
He didn’t know whether his hand was too cold or the other person’s hand was too warm, however when Wen Zhao held his wrist, he felt his hand was surprisingly hot. Then a furry thing was put on his right wrist. The white rabbit fur wristband was just the right size, keeping some warmth on his cold skin.
Wen Zhao lowered his head and said, “This disciple caught a snow rabbit to eat this morning and took off the fur to make wrist guards for Shizun. Fuyun Peak is too cold and Shizun often holds a sword, so his wrists need to be well protected. Cheng Yan shixiong said that disciples in the sect are not allowed to kill at will, so I hope Shizun will not blame us.”
Yan Lin frowned slightly: “Fuyun Sect doesn’t have that kind of rules.”
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“There is no such rule forbidding you to kill.” Yan Lin slowly withdrew his hand, “If you want to eat, go and catch and kill them. If anyone tells you that you are not allowed to kill, let them come and argue with me. Is there anyone who knows the rules of the Fuyun Sect better than me?”
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Yan Lin’s smile that had not fully unfolded froze on his face, and he did not reach out to take it: “You made the pills… for me to take?”
Wen Zhao nodded.
“But you should know… this Master never takes medicine.”
“I know,” Wen Zhao forced the medicine into his hand, “but I made it with my own hands. Shizun, can’t you give me some face?”
Yan Lin’s movements were stiff: “This master probably…won’t need it.”
“No, you need it,” Wen Zhao insisted on giving him the elixir. “This medicine can relieve pain, relieve burning and cold symptoms, and warm and nourish the meridians. Before I help Shizun find a medicine that can completely cure the leg injury, I must insist on Shizun eating this.”
Yan Lin’s expression changed slightly: “How long do you think it will take?”
Wen Zhao carefully calculated the timeline in the book and felt that his actions must be faster than the original book, so he forcibly compressed the five hundred chapters into one hundred chapters: “About three to five years.”
Yan Lin let out a breath lightly: “Fengming, this Master will accept this wrist guard, but you should take the elixir back. I really don’t need it.”
“No, Shizun, you have to eat. I really don’t want to see Shizun coughing up blood in the middle of the night.”
“Fengming, listen to Master…”
“It’s useless whatever Shizun says. You must take the medicine.”
“…”
A bottle of medicine was pushed back and forth between the two people, but Yan Lin finally compromised and was forced to accept it: “Alright.”
Wen Zhao pulled out the bottle plug on the spot and said, “Eat now.”
Even Yan Lin’s composure, which he had practiced for thousands of years, almost broke at this moment.
His disciple, is really…
He should be taught a lesson.
The crazy desire for control in his heart began to surge again, he almost had to grit teeth to suppress it, as to not let his beloved disciple see the consequences of “forcing Shizun to take medicine” on the spot.
His Daoist heart, was destined to be near the collapse.
The beige pills were no bigger than the size of a fingernail, and there were twenty or thirty pills in a bottle. Yan Lin swallowed one with his eyes closed, letting it roll into his stomach before he could taste the medicine, and quickly took a sip of tea.
Wen Zhao wanted to persuade him, “taking medicine with tea will neutralize the influence of the medicine,” but seeing that his face was not very good, he rationally didn’t say anything.
Then he asked another irrational question: “Why is Shizun… so resistant to taking medicine?”
Yan Lin closed his eyes and relaxed in the wheelchair: “If you are lucky enough to meet your Shizu, go and ask him.”
Wen Zhao: “…”
Hasn’t his Shizu already… shattered the void and left for the Boundless Universe?
Where was he going to find his Shizu?
Yan Lin obviously didn’t want to talk to him anymore, his head tilted slightly to one side, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he seemed to be asleep.
The medicine contained analgesic and calming ingredients, which seemed to work quite quickly.
It was getting late, the sun was setting in the west, and everything was quiet inside the White Deer Residence.
Wen Zhao stood aside and looked at the Shizun’s sleeping face, tracing the features of his face with his eyes. He felt that this person deserved to be named “the most beautiful immortal in the Immortal Realm”. No matter which angle he looked at, he was flawless.
When he fell asleep, the cold aura on his body faded a lot, making it feel like he had changed from a lofty immortal to a “real person” who was within reach. His loose black hair covered half of his face, and his hands were folded casually on his legs. The white rabbit fur on his wrists added a touch of softness to him.
If one could change his clothes to mink fur or fox fur, wouldn’t he be softer…
As soon as he thought of this, something Cheng Yan had said to him popped up in his mind: “I heard that 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 master and disciple…”
Wen Zhao: “…”
He’s not that kind of disciple, absolutely not.
Wen Zhao sighed, looked away from his Shizun, used a magic spell to repair the damaged screen to its original state, picked up the fallen books, and put them back on the bookshelf one by one.
Suddenly, his hand paused — there was an inconspicuous protrusion on the wall behind the bookshelf, which was revealed due to the fallen book.
The thought “There is actually a mechanism here, is it connected to the secret room?” immediately crossed his mind. He reached out and poked it lightly, and found that the mechanism could neither be pressed nor picked, and there was no response.
He thought for a while and injected a little spiritual qi into it with his fingertips.
Still no response.
Wen Zhao shook his head, thinking that such a secret mechanism could not be opened easily, and this was his Shizun’s residence. If the mechanism was really opened, it would be difficult for him to explain.
Just as he was about to continue sorting out the books, the bookshelf in front of him trembled slightly, as if it was slow to respond, and then slid open to both sides.
Wen Zhao: “…”
Why did it really open!
He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
As expected, a secret passage appeared in front of him, and the steps led down into the darkness. He didn’t know where it would lead.
Wen Zhao looked back at Yan Lin in anxiety and found that he was sleeping deeply and was not awakened by the movement here.
Just go in and take a look, it should be…not too much…
Just take a look.
There was no mention of a secret room inside Yan Lin’s residence in the book. Wen Zhao was really curious, so he summoned a small cluster of flames in his palm and walked a few steps forward along the steps.
The secret passage was not long, and at the end is a medium-sized room with bookshelves on two walls filled with various ancient books on immortality. There was a low table in the middle of the room. There was a book on the low table, and nothing else.
Wen Zhao let out a long sigh of relief — it was just an ordinary room.
Those books on immortality may not be easily shown to others, so they were locked here. Yan Lin liked quiet and peace, perhaps he occasionally can’t bear the noise outside, so he will hide here to meditate and concentrate.
After Wen Zhao convinced himself in this way, he picked up the book on the short table and flipped through it, only to find that there was not a single word in the book.
It’s strange. Could it be that his cultivation level was not enough to see the content inside?
He put the book back in its place and stepped out quietly.
What he had not discovered is that there was a secret box in the corner of the room. The box was restricted so that only the owner of the secret room could see it.
And there were many incredible things hidden in the box — a blindfold made of ice silk shark yarn, a collar made of dragon skin, shackles made of three-legged toad’s gold, and a piece of North Deepsea warm jade…
Everything was exquisitely made and not easy to look at.
And what was placed on the short table was definitely not some wordless book on immortality. If the restrictions on it were unlocked, you can see the two big words “Self-reminding Book” on the cover. If one opened it, they could see densely packed words handwritten by Yan Lin, saying “He is your disciple” over and over again.
Unfortunately, Wen Zhao couldn’t see anything. He left the secret room with a guilty conscience, and tinkered with the mechanism on the wall to close the secret passage and returned the bookshelf to its original position.
He restored everything to its original state and quickly slipped out of the room before Yan Lin woke up, never daring to come back again.
So sinful.
He actually broke into other people’s secret rooms.
Although he didn’t know the purpose of Shizun keeping a secret room in the residence, his intuition told him that it was not the place he should go to.
“Shixiong,” Feng Shu’s voice recalled his thoughts, “Qingzhe shibo said he would take a few disciples to experience the Monster Realm. Is it true?”
“Mn, that’s right,” Wen Zhao walked with him to the Red Bird Nest, “What’s the matter?”
Feng Shu looked at him eagerly: “Can I go?”
Wen Zhao was quite surprised: “Monster Realm is dangerous, why would Feng Shu shidi want to go there?”
Feng Shu clenched his fists: “I want to become stronger quickly. Only by becoming stronger can I protect my shixiong! Those people from Tianjian Sect bullied my shixiong like that today, I was so angry, but I couldn’t do anything!”
Wen Zhao: “…”
If he remembered correctly… the sect leader of Tianjian Sect is still freezing at the foot of the mountain.
Feng Shu: “Qingwu shishu said that he has a lot of wood spiritual root books there. I really want to practice, but I don’t want to leave the sect or my shixiong. I…”
The more the young man spoke, the more aggrieved he became. Wen Zhao hurriedly rubbed his hair and said, “It doesn’t matter. Tomorrow, shixiong will help you get the immortal book from your Xiao Shushu.”
Feng Shu’s eyes lit up: “Really?! But… isn’t this not good…”
“We are all disciples of the Fuyun Sect, so what’s not good? Xiao Shishu was teasing you on purpose.”
The two were walking while talking, and suddenly Feng Shu stopped and looked ahead in horror: “Shixiong, you…your medicine field…”
Before Wen Fengming became demonised, he was an alchemy practitioner. Divine herbs were often used in alchemy, so he planted a medicinal field in front of Red Bird Nest. But at this moment, the medicine field that was still in good condition four hours ago actually became an littered ground, as if it had been roughly swept away by something.
Author has something to say:
Qingwu (thoughtfully): The secret room is really not a place you should go to. After all, you might not be able to get out if you go there…
Correction, the Boundless Universe is the world this book is set in.
(大千世界): Great wide world, marvelously diverworld, or cosmos, in Buddhism terms. Abbreviation for 三千大千世界. This is the ‘world’ that the book is set in. Using some existing translations, like Trichiliocosm/ Billion-Fold Universe, that’s how ‘Boundless Universe’ was created.
Ahhhhh ahhh new chapter. Thank you soooo much Translator -sama 😘😘
I’ll take a wild guess here, maybe the ancient beast passed by the medicine field!
Anyone curious what the warm jade was in the box?? ✋️
Most likely a dildo or something of the nature lol, chinese historical smut novels love their jade toys
Wow. Shizun. Woooow.😅🤯
Thanks for the update 😀
*cough cough * Shizun really placed them restrictions in case an intruder appeared in the room… lol, imagine an assassin or sum goes into the secret room, breaks the restrictions and spells only to find the cold beauty’s sinful secret (he’s dead) 😂😰💀
I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse that wen zhao didn’t discover the secret box containing those items yet- 😳
Ty for the chapter! Also welcome little black room 👏
the attic has been discovered…. BUT HELP ME THE SELF REMINDING BOOK??? he’s the ancient equivalent to the people who manifest via writing something in a book multiple times..
the attic has been discovered…. BUT HELP ME THE SELF REMINDING BOOK??? he’s the ancient equivalent to the people who manifest via writing something in a book multiple times..
Hoho, Shizunnnnn~ (￢‿￢ )
Thank You for the chapter ♡╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯♡