Jian Xiuyun held the mask and walked to a remote and uninhabited bamboo forest before stopping.
Then, he took out a delicate silver bell from his Qiankun pouch, and said through gritted teeth, “Come out.”
This was originally a small gadget given to him by Lin Liaoting, the Sound Transmission Bell. As long as the distance between the two parties was no more than ten miles, they could use mana to transmit sounds.
As he expected, soon, a somewhat muffled voice came from behind him, “Shizun, how did you know I was here?”
Jian Xiuyun turned around, and anger could be detected in his tone, “Why follow secretly?”
Lin Liaoting rebuked, “If Shizun doesn’t take me, does that mean I can’t come by myself?”
Jian Xiuyun strode over, held up the mask in front of him and said, “Of course you can come, but why did you do this? Is it fun to reveal Kan Wenxiao’s face and embarrass him in public?”
Lin Liaoting saw the mask, a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, but he did not admit it. He turned away his head, scratching his neck as he retorted, “I didn’t.”
Jian Xiuyun almost laughed in rage. He turned the mask over, revealing the strap, “The Lin family can control Pure Fire. This strap was obviously burned by Pure Fire. Besides you, who else in the Lin family will bother Kan Wenxiao?”
Lin Liaoting couldn’t deny it anymore. He sneered and simply admitted, “So what if I did it? Shizun, will you punish me to avenge Kan Wenxiao?”
His attitude further stirred up Jian Xiuyun’s anger, and he scolded, “Yes, you should waste no time now and go to the execution hall to receive the punishment yourself.”
Lin Liaoting was stunned for a moment, staring at him in disbelief. His eyes reddened, whether it was because he was angry or uncomfortable.
But he soon came back to his senses, raised his head and stared at Jian Xiuyun, unconvinced. “Why?”
Jian Xiuyun wondered, How can he even ask that?
Why?
He took off Kan Wenxiao’s mask in public and embarrassed him.
He bullied him again and again.
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Lin Liaoting felt more and more aggrieved as he talked, and he seemed to be somewhat embarrassed, turning his head away and refusing to look at him.
Jian Xiuyun didn’t expect such words from him, and for a moment he didn’t know how to react.
After a long while, he sighed in his heart.
In the end, it was his own fault.
If he had been fair to them earlier and treated Kan Wenxiao equally, how could any of this have happened?
For a while, neither master nor disciple spoke.
After a long time, Jian Xiuyun sighed, raised his hand and patted Lin Liaoting’s head. He didn’t know if the words were directed to Lin Liaoting or to himself, “It’s Shizun’s fault.”
Lin Liaoting’s eyes turned red for an instant, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to let his tears fall.
Jian Xiuyun turned his head over and asked Lin Liaoting to look at him, and spoke seriously, “But what you did was wrong. You only regarded the fact that I didn’t take you this year. Have you forgotten the amount of times I have brought you here? You should not feel like you’ve been wronged.”
Lin Liaoting argued in a low and muffled voice, “But he looks ugly, you can’t take him out.”
Jian Xiuyun pinched his ears when he heard this, “No matter what he looks like, he is my disciple and your Shidi.”
Lin Liaoting frowned in pain, but refused to give in.
Jian Xiuyun looked at his stubborn expression and knew that he was still upset. Moreover, how could the mindset that has been rooted in his heart for so many years suddenly change overnight? It will take time.
Thinking of this, he let go of his ears and put the mask in Lin Liaoting’s hand, “When you go back, you will mend this mask with your own hands, and then copy the 《Heart Sutra》 ten times.”
“I…”
Before Lin Liaoting could refuse, Jian Xiuyun interrupted him, “Otherwise, you will go to the execution hall to receive your punishment.”
Lin Liaoting angrily shut his mouth and reluctantly said, “Hmm.”
When he turned around and was about to leave, Jian Xiuyun suddenly asked, “What if it wasn’t Kan Wenxiao on the stage today? What if you had exposed someone else’s scar in public and embarrassed them? Would you feel guilty?”
Lin Liaoting paused. He looked back at Jian Xiuyun, but had no answers.
Jian Xiuyun didn’t say anything more. He waved his hand and motioned for him to go back.
After Lin Liaoting left, Jian Xiuyun also left the forest, but instead of going back to his residence, he went to the kitchen and asked them to brew some blood-enhancing soup.
Kan Wenxiao had lost too much blood today and must make up for it.
The chef in the kitchen was quick and had a pot of soup ready in less than an hour.
Jian Xiuyun walked back with the earthen pot contentedly. When he arrived at Qingzhu Hall, he suddenly found a man standing rigid and straight at the door of Lingmei Hall next door.
He took a closer look and saw that it was Song Jin, Liu Zhangmen’s disciple, holding a white porcelain vase in his hand.
He had left quite an impression on Jian Xiuyun, and he couldn’t help but take a second look. Song Jing happened to turn around and nodded towards him when he saw him.
Jian Xiuyun smiled and said, “Are you here to see Mingche?”
Upon hearing this, Song Jing shrank back his hand holding the porcelain bottle, seeming a little surprised.
He shook his head, walked over, and handed the porcelain bottle to him, “It’s for treating wounds.” And then bowed solemnly and left.
Jian Xiuyun held the porcelain bottle, unmoving.
Then he turned around towards Lingmei Hall next door and chuckled, “That’s not what I meant.”
He then walked into his residence.
Kan Wenxiao was still asleep when he came back, and Jian Xiuyun also didn’t rouse him, letting him rest a little longer.
He didn’t know if it was due to excessive blood loss, but even his lips were colorless.
Jian Xiuyun sat down next to him and tucked him in.
His hand accidentally brushed across his cheek, which was frighteningly cold.
Jian Xiuyun was taken aback. He lifted Kan Wenxiao’s quilt, and pressed his fingers on the side of his neck. Without exception, it was all cold.
If he wasn’t breathing, Jian Xiuyun would’ve thought that he was touching a corpse.
Confusion shrouded him. How could it be like this? Did he really lose that much blood?
Although he didn’t know much about medicine and health, Jian Xiuyun was aware that this was not good. He had to find a way to make Kan Wenxiao feel warmer.
So he wrapped another quilt around him.
He didn’t know if it was because Kan Wenxiao was too cold, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no trace of heat in the quilt at all.
Jian Xiuyun thought for a while, held Kan Wenxiao’s uninjured right hand, and slowly transferred spiritual power.
Gradually, Kan Wenxiao’s body finally warmed up, and the temperature in the quilt also rose.
Heat flowed out continuously from the skin where their fingers connected, comfortably warm, and drowsiness gradually rose up in him.
Thinking that Kan Wenxiao won’t be waking up for a while, Jian Xiuyun simply closed his eyes and fell asleep next to the bed.
Ah! Character Development! Shizun has directed his anger at the person causing the problem instead of defaulting to taking it out on Kan Wenxiao. Good job Shizun.
Shizun is getting more likeable.
Gotta admit I’m loving this story!! I love how Master Shifu’s such a face-con hahaha! Yes, he is rather… extreme but it is entertaining all in all. Thank you for your translation~
EDIT: Can totally relate to not wanting to eat ugly food or pastries! 😤
Oh that chapter was great! He acknowledged that it was his own fault all along and tried to teach his other student about his wrongdoings in a different way than just punishment! Maybe there’s a chance for his disciplines to have a decent relationship too?
Thank you for the chapter