Yun Bei Fen continued to sit on his usual boulder and looked up at Mei Chao Bing’s house, now using the Distance Magnifying Tool of his second senior martial brother to watch Mei Chao Bing train his sword arts in the courtyard.
He couldn’t help but smile brightly watching the blade dance through the air, the white sleeves of his robe fluttering in the breeze, his black hair forming a sharp contrast against the fabric. He really was too handsome, too heroic! If he could, he would’ve loved to go over and watch him from up close. Well, with his senior martial brother’s Distance Magnifying Tool, it was almost as if he was sitting right next to him. He could see all the details vividly.
Just then, steps sounded from behind him and a flowery fragrance wafted over before a person crouched down next to him. “Junior martial brother, what a doing there? What’s that in your hands?” Continue reading
“Haha!” Yan Hong Min jumped to his feet, grabbed his newest invention and rushed out of the door. He hurried over to his Master’s house and stormed in without knocking on the door or announcing himself, rushing straight into his Master’s study. Unfortunately, Baili Chao wasn’t there.
Yan Hong Min stand at the empty seat and pursed his lips. Right, Master had gone to some gathering of old men to discuss cultivation or something. He would only return after a few days. There was no way he could wait that long to show him his invention. No, this engineering marvel had to be admired right now! Continue reading
His Master had said that there was still time tomorrow but unfortunately, this didn’t calm Yun Bei Fen down. On the contrary, when his Master left him behind, he started to sniffle and finally, his tears spilled over and ran down his cheeks. He had already taken so long to learn the first way of sensing spiritual energy. Who knew if he would ever learn the second way? Senior martial brother Mei had to be very disappointed in him!
Yun Bei Fen crouched on the grass and continued to cry. Finally, he jumped up and ran over to the house of his first senior martial brother. He loudly knocked on the door, calling out to him. “First senior martial brother! First senior martial brother?”
Soon enough, a tall person came walking over from behind the house. “What’s the matter?” He was carrying his sword as if he had just been training. Continue reading
In the end, Yun Bei Fen managed to learn how to take in spiritual energy thanks to his three senior martial brothers. He still struggled for almost half a year until that time and, unfortunately, the path of cultivation didn’t end when you were able to take in spiritual energy.
Another year passed and once again, Baili Chao stood in front of his fourth and last disciple. He cleared his throat and folded his hands behind his back, raising his chin and in an attempt to look more awe-inspiring. “Fen’er, you’ve already reached the first step on your road to reaching immortality. Now, it is time to learn something new!”
Yun Bei Fen looked at his Master with wide eyes. He still hadn’t understood too much about this cultivation and there were still so many questions he had to ask. “Master, does senior martial brother Mei also want to become immortal?” Continue reading
Baili Chao looked at the little boy he had taken in a few days ago and smiled. Ah, today was finally the day! He would finally teach his new disciple how to take in spiritual energy and start on the path to immortality!
“Fen’er, since you’re now a disciple of our Teng Yong sect, you should also start to learn the things that a cultivator must know. Today, I’m going to teach you one of the basic principles of cultivation: Taking in spiritual energy.”
Yun Bei Fen blinked his eyes.
Elder Baili raised one finger. “First, close your eyes.”
Yun Bei Fen blinked and continued to look at his Master. Continue reading
Shen Lei’s eyes flung open as soon as Luo Lin stirred in his arms. He hadn’t forgotten what Qiao An had told him. Catching the fairy wasn’t too hard but holding onto him would be the difficult part. Thus, now that he had caught him, he had to make sure that he wouldn’t lose him. After all, there were a lot of other men outside that might try to steal the fairy from him.
Shen Lei pulled Luo Lin closer up against his chest and turned his head, pressing his lips onto Luo Lin’s for a lingering kiss. “I wouldn’t have gone too far with what I did, would I?”
Luo Lin turned in his arms and his fingertips brushed Shen Lei’s chest. His lips curved up in a sweet smile. “Luo Lin has long admired Ah Lei. How could Luo Lin feel that Ah Lei went too far?” From his expression, it really seemed that he didn’t mind how far things had gone even though they had only met.
Shen Lei hummed and looked up at the bed in front of them. In the end, they still hadn’t managed to make their way over. So much for chaining the fairy onto it and making sure he was happy there. Well, it didn’t seem like his fairy thought much about where exactly he was chained to. As long as it was enjoyable, he seemed to be in agreement.
Winter went by in the blink of an eye and Shen Lei couldn’t help but start feeling impatient. The fairy had come by almost every day to stop at the foot of the hill, observing his movements and maybe admiring his body a little. Unfortunately, by the time his fight ended, the fairy would always have hurried away already. There was just no way to catch him.
Shen Lei couldn’t help but wonder if Qiao An’s method was really as successful as he had thought in the beginning. Maybe he should try another approach, after all? Unfortunately, he didn’t know which. And he had nobody else to ask either. Thus he could only try and heighten the stakes.
Summer came and Lian Rong once again had to rub his eyes. “Senior martial brother … what happened to your robe?” He furrowed his brows and took a closer look.
Shen Lei stayed at Qiao An’s place for a while longer, discussing how to attract the fairy to him in the first place. Starting from the following day, a startling sight could be seen in the Teng Yong Sect.
Lian Rong’s eyes widened in disbelief. “First senior martial brother … your sleeves …”
“What about them?” Shen Lei took out his sword and leisurely held it in front of him, motioning at Lian Rong to begin.
“They … They’ve vanished!” And there’s snow falling! There are snowflakes accumulating on your shoulders, alright?! Even if you’ve already formed your core, can you stop being so hardcore?! You’re scaring the junior martial brothers at the side! Naturally, Lian Rong didn’t dare to say the latter part but he felt that his first sentence already encompassed his feelings well enough. Continue reading
There were a few disciples in the Teng Yong Sect that should never be provoked.
Three of them were the disciples of Elder Baili: The first was a martial arts maniac that would jump at every opportunity to fight. The second was a madman that you might be able to hurt but that would viciously repay you until you wished you weren’t alive. The third one … He looked like a harmless flower but as soon as this harmless flower opened his pretty mouth, a horde of men would come running and bash you up. So, no, you didn’t want to provoke these three.
As for the others, they were the disciples of Sect Master Zhang. Elder Baili’s disciples were troublesome but the Sect Master’s disciples were completely uninhibited and stopped at nothing. If you provoked these gods of plague, you were doomed. And nobody would dare to even think of trying to extend a helping hand to you. Continue reading
Shen Lei’s fight against Qu Yijun … Those that were present that day weren’t able to forget about it for a long time. Qu Yijun had been Elder Feng’s most prized disciple until that day. He had received many resources from the sect and been personally advised on his cultivation by the Elder himself. There weren’t many in the Teng Yong Sect that would have dared to claim that they would be able to beat him in a fight. But Shen Lei, this almost unknown disciple, just marched right up to him, took out his sword, bowed, and challenged him to a fight as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Which reason would somebody of Qu Yijun’s status have to reject such a challenge? Thus he accepted and thus he met his doom.
What everyone had believed to be a fight in favor of Qu Yijun turned out to be a one-sided bashing of the prodigy.
Afterward, Shen Lei sheathed his sword and looked at his victim with eyes sparkling with mirth. “Thank you for your guidance, senior martial brother Qu, you really opened my eyes. Right, now that we’re chatting amicably, there’s this one question I’ve wanted to ask you for a while. Would senior martial brother Qu be willing to answer?”
Qu Yijun glanced up at Shen Lei with a dark expression. Thanking him for his guidance after defeating him like this? This guy was clearly mocking him! What kind of question could he have?
Shen Lei didn’t expect an answer. He just continued to look at his victim and a faint smile lit up his expression. “Let me just ask. If senior martial brother is willing to teach me, you can just answer after hearing it. Naturally, I could also understand if senior martial brother would rather keep some secrets to himself.”
Qu Yijun’s expression turned even darker but his whole body hurt so he didn’t dare to talk back. Who knew what this madman would do if he tried?
Shen Lei smoothed out his sleeves in an unhurried manner and secured his sword at his side. “I heard that senior martial brother Qu was able to gain the affection of Elder Baili’s third disciple, Luo Lin. Might I ask how senior martial brother was able to do so?”
Qu Yijun almost coughed up blood. So he had been beaten up because of a beauty?! He never should’ve tried to lure that Luo Lin into his bed! He gritted his teeth and glared at Shen Lei. Hmph, acquiring information from him after trampling on his dignity? He’d be damned if he told this brat a single thing! No, he’d use this opportunity to teach him a lesson if he already presented it to him.
Qu Yijun grimaced and fought himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t make too bad of an impression. “Why are you asking me, junior martial brother Shen? Isn’t there somebody who can answer that question much better than me?”
“Oh?” Shen Lei frowned. How come there was somebody else? Wasn’t this the guy that had won the fairy’s heart?
“Mn. You should go and ask Sect Master Zhang’s second disciple, Qiao An.”
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