OMF V3C13 Thwarting Evil Plans

Qiu Ling was still in the Grandmaster’s estate at that time but instead of Jing Yi who had at least found something relevant to his mission, he felt like everything was a waste of time. He would have much rather stayed with his beloved even if they couldn’t continue what had been interrupted. And the most unfortunate thing was that nobody besides him seemed to feel any urgency.
Elder Shan had been feeling like Qiu Ling was too slow when he brought him over to the Grandmaster’s estate. The person who wanted to see him was Grandmaster Shen, the most important personage in the whole faction! Could you let somebody like that wait for you? Especially when you were a new disciple that didn’t even have an official status yet. But this guy actually followed him with the pace of a snail. Every few steps he would turn around and gaze longingly at that building behind them as if he really couldn’t bear to part with his lover.
Elder Shan was tempted to allow him to bring that boy but finally reconsidered. The Grandmaster wouldn’t be interested in someone who hadn’t even managed to attain the root stage. He only wanted to see the talent!
Thus, Elder Shan could only speed up himself and hope that that young man would understand the message. Naturally, Qiu Ling didn’t bother about that. He knew the Elder wanted him to move faster but what did he care about that Grandmaster? He wanted to go back to his beloved! He still wanted to cuddle with him for a few hours before he got up and helped him accomplish that mission!
Thus, he only followed him reluctantly until the building couldn’t be seen anymore. Like that the two of them needed a quarter of an hour for a distance that should have been accomplished in three. Elder Shan was already sweating profusely. Why was it so hard to bring this person to see the Grandmaster? He normally didn’t even have time to remind those talents of their manners before they reached the gates.
In the end, there was nothing he could do about that. They had already needed that long. That couldn’t be changed. But at least he could go and explain to the Grandmaster. Thus, he stopped in front of the gate and turned to Qiu Ling. “Wait here. I’ll go and notify the Grandmaster that you’ve arrived.”
Qiu Ling’s eyes widened. “You can’t be serious!” He had separated from his beloved with a heavy heart and now he was supposed to wait here while these two old men wanted to have a cozy chat? Over his dead body!
Elder Shan felt dazed upon seeing Qiu Ling’s indignation. This guy that had slowed them down so much … Why was he now looking as if he couldn’t wait to see the Grandmaster? Damn this! Make up your mind already!
Qiu Ling grew even more impatient when the Elder didn’t react. “What do you even need to notify him about? He was the one who asked to see me not the other way around.”
“That —” Elder Shan had never seen such a shameless disciple! What was he trying to say with that?
“Let’s go.” With the arrogance of the king of the dragon race, Qiu Ling just stepped past Elder Shan and entered the estate.
The Elder stared dumbly for a moment. This … Had this really just happened? What was wrong with this disciple? No! He shook his head. This wasn’t the issue here! How could he just let him enter the Grandmaster’s estate?
He hurried after him but was a step too late. Qiu Ling who felt like he should get it over with had hurried into the hall. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the person on the other side, though.
How was this the old and ugly man he had imagined?! This guy was even worse than his master in the Yun Zou Sect! Damn! Had all these humans discovered a magical pill that could make them handsome?! This was getting ridiculous!
Grandmaster Shen lifted his brows. He had talked about the new talent with Elder Shan the previous evening and had expected the two of them to come by this morning. Knowing Elder Shan he had just thought that he was running rather late but he never would have thought that that talent would appear alone.
Even more astonishing was that young man’s expression, though. It had already seemed quite dark when he stepped inside but it got worse when their gaze met. It was as if this wasn’t a talent but rather someone he knew from his days as a simple disciple and whom he still owed a lot of money.
“Is something the matter?”
Qiu Ling frowned even more. This type of lazy tone … It could probably drive a lot of men and women crazy. This definitely wasn’t simple! Most likely this guy was really after his beloved!
Shen An De continued to look at Qiu Ling. He really couldn’t fathom what was going on in that person’s mind. Had he really offended him somehow? “You there, what brought you here?” He gave an amicable smile in the hope of easing up the situation.
Qiu Ling tensed up even more. This … He knew this person! That was the demonic-looking guy he had seen together with that servant girl! The one who looked a bit like that bastard Jin Ling!
So in the end, this wasn’t a ploy to seduce his beloved but most likely one to get him killed!
Qiu Ling’s hand twitched, prepared to draw his weapon and make sure that nothing would happen to his Jing He. But just then a heavily breathing Elder Shan stormed into the room, thwarting his plan to thwart that guy’s evil plan.

OMF V3C12 Becoming A Fringe Disciple

The room was plunged into silence. Both Niu Hai and Yue Lin seemed lost.
“What do you mean?”, Yue Lin asked after a while and frowned. He must have heard wrong.
“I said I don’t know how to read.” Jing Yi lowered his head. Yes, even after spending five years as an outer sect disciple of the Yun Zou Sect and another year of traveling with Qiu Ling he still hadn’t learned how to read and write. He felt lacking. These Senior Martial Brothers would probably think of him as an annoyance now.
Yue Lin slumped down in front of his desk. “Then how am I supposed to do all of this?!” He shoved the scrolls aside and threw a book at Niu Hai. “There, you register him and show him around. I’m going back to sleep.” He put his head on the table again and closed his eyes.
Niu Hai stared at the book in his hands then at Yue Lin. “Heh! Senior Yue! You can’t do this! How am I supposed to show him around? I don’t even know anything about this place!” He kicked the table but Yue Lin had already gone back to sleep and didn’t wake up.
Niu Hai turned around to Jing Yi and smiled sheepishly. “Well, I guess we’ll just sign you up then?”
“Oh, alright.” Jing Yi nodded but took another look at Yue Lin. That Senior Martial Brother hadn’t seemed like he cared much. But he should probably try to learn how to read and write. Maybe Qiu Ling could teach him?
Niu Hai thumbed through the book with a frown. He was just a normal official disciple. How should he know how a new disciple was registered? I guess you’d just have to write down his name somewhere? He opened the site that had last been written on and picked up Yue Lin’s brush. “Uh … How do you write your name?”
“I’m also not sure but it’s Jing as in spirit and …”
Niu Hai wrote down the character and nodded. Jing Yi stopped, though. It was Yi as in righteousness. But now he wasn’t Jing Yi. He was supposed to be called Jing He. How should he know what that name actually meant? He thought of that graceful figure in the blue robe. Someone like him had probably been gifted with a really elegant name. “And … and He as in waterlily.”
Niu Hai looked up, his gaze strange. “Waterlily? Are you sure about that?”
“Mn.” Jing Yi nodded but lowered his gaze. He hadn’t said anything wrong, had he?
“Oh. Alright. Well, it suits you.” He frowned when he wrote the name, though. Wasn’t that a name you’d give to a girl? Well, he couldn’t read so maybe he had gotten the character wrong or his parents hadn’t known either and had actually called him that. Poor boy. Maybe it was better that he couldn’t read.
Jing Yi was still mulling over the name of that person and didn’t notice the peculiar gaze directed at him.
“Alright.” Niu Hai closed the book and put it down next to Yue Lin’s head, placing the brush on top. “Now you’re officially a disciple of the Alchemy division. You should keep at the back of your mind that you’re only a fringe disciple for now, though. If and when you can become an official disciple or even a direct disciple will depend on your own effort.”
Jing Yi frowned and follow Niu Hai out of the study. “Senior Martial Brother, I’m afraid I don’t really understand. I thought there were only the different divisions and no other distinction between disciples?”
Niu Hai laughed and once again looped his arm around Jing Yi’s shoulder. “Ah, Junior Martial Brother, you still have a lot to learn. Naturally, it’s not that easy. Otherwise, people wouldn’t put in any work, would they?”
Jing Yi didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe that somebody would slack off just because he got a higher status. Even in the Yun Zou Sect, the inner sect disciples had to work hard. Wouldn’t the other disciples leave them behind if they didn’t? And what about something like the Gathering of Practitioners? How would they perform if they didn’t take their practice or their cultivation seriously? He couldn’t believe that their status would change anything about that.
“Well, you’re probably different.” Niu Hai pulled him closer and smiled. It was obvious that he had some other intention but what could Jing Yi do?
He smiled wryly and refrained from responding. He’d have to search for a new opportunity to get away from this guy. Really, he probably should have listened to Qiu Ling and stayed in the house Elder Shan had brought them to yesterday. Then again, he wouldn’t have found out about Hong Ai and Grandmaster Shen if he hadn’t met Niu Hai. He could probably endure spending a bit of time with him. He just had to make sure this guy didn’t go overboard.
“Come with me. I’ll explain everything to you.” Niu Hai wanted to pull Jing Yi along but this time, the cute little Junior Martial Brother actually tensed up and didn’t want to go.
“Senior Martial Brother Niu, since I’m part of the Alchemy division now I should probably familiarize myself with this place first.”
“Oh, but I can’t show you around.”
Jing Yi lowered his gaze. It would be for the best if Niu Hai himself realized that he should leave him alone.
“How about this? You come with me to our division first and I’ll explain everything. When we come back Senior Martial Brother Yue will certainly be awake again. Then he can show us around.”
Jing Yi grimaced. Us? And what kind of suggestion was this? “Wouldn’t it be better to wait here for another disciple of the Alchemy division? Senior Martial Brother Yue seemed quite busy.”
“That’s true.” Niu Hai sighed. It seemed he couldn’t make this Junior Martial Brother leave with him. What a pity! “Then let’s sit down together, alright?” He pulled Jing Yi over to a stone bench and sat down next to him, holding his hand. There was a gentle smile on his lips that made Jing Yi shudder. Unfortunately, that only seemed to further Niu Hai’s interest. “Junior Martial Brother, are you feeling cold?”
Jing Yi smiled wryly. This time, he really, really hoped that his fiance would turn up and make a scene. That way, he would probably be exempt from any further advances.

Author’s note:

Names in Chinese can be either male or female since they are just words you’d encounter in the normal language, too. But the name would be given depending on the meaning so something like “waterlily” would be more likely to be considered a feminine name.
The actual meaning of Jing He’s name consists of the characters for spirit, “精”, and harmony, “和” (instead of “荷” for waterlily). The Jing in Jing Yi’s name is the one meaning spirit, too, while the Yi is “义” for righteousness. The Yi could also be written as “怡” which would mean harmony, too, just like the He in Jing He’s name.

OMF V1C60 Some Stupid Law

Leng Jin Yu sat in Hong Bao’s room with a hand held to his forehead. He didn’t know what to think. “Hong Bao …”
“Yes? Do you have an idea already?”
“First of all, tell me — and please take a moment to think deeply about this — the things you just told me are they exactly like the Fate’s Scribe told them to you? Nothing omitted, nothing added, nothing exaggerated?”
“Why would I do something like —”
“I said to think about it a moment.” Continue reading

OMF V1C59 Never Trust a Woman In Love

For the third time this day, Hong Bao left the scribe’s palace. But this time she was neither in a daze nor did she cry. No, this time, Hong Bao felt nothing but determination. She would save the man she loved! She would find a way. Nothing was too hard to achieve this goal. Even going against the whole Nine Heavens!
She hurried back to the courtyard of the idle gods and finally managed to catch Leng Jin Yu.
“Leng Jin Yu!” Hong Bao grabbed his arm and scrunched up her face.
Leng Jin Yu sighed. “What is it now? Did the Fate’s Scribe ignore you again?”
“No! It’s way, way, way worse! You have to help me!” Continue reading

OMF V1C58 I Don’t Need to Hear That

In the Nine Heavens, Hong Bao stumbled out of the scribe’s palace in a daze. She didn’t know what to think let alone do. Would Shun Tao … really die? Because of her? Because she had told someone about the assignment he had given her? That couldn’t be! She had to do something to prevent this!
Hong Bao went back to her room, without noticing anything around her. Like all the gazes that were following her, for example. All her thoughts circled around the problem at hand. Back in her room, she paced up and down and tried to think of something she could do. She had to help him somehow! After all, this was partly her fault.
First of all, they had to make sure that nobody found out about this! For now, the only people who knew about the assignment were Shun Tao himself, her as his helper and Leng Jin Yu. Continue reading

OMF V1C57 Can’t Be His Child

The next morning, Mister and Madam Zhong took their son to the restaurant in the side street Qiu Ling had told them about. They left the horses at the stable of the inn for the time being since they were unsure if Mister Zhong’s cousin had enough space for them.
Although the restaurant was located in a side street, it was in a good location and had become well known in the capital. It was one of the more frequented establishments which might also be due to the fact that it was located at the crossroad of two streets. Even now when it was still early people approached the building. A servant was waiting at the entrance to lead the guests to an unoccupied table.
Mister Zhong and his family stopped in front of the building, unsure of what to do next. This was a new world for them. Continue reading

OMF V1C56 As Sharp as Expected

Qiu Ling turned to the window. Stars dotted the sky, their light glinting on the edges of the roof tiles and illuminating the streets of the capital. Nobody could be seen down there, creating a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle that dictated the capital by day. Such a night … really evoked memories.
In such a starry night he had encountered Jing He for the first time and madly fallen in love. One glance had been enough, only listening for a bit …
“Just ask,” he said in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere.
“Maybe it’s too much of a personal matter but that person you talked about could it be … you were in love with him?” Continue reading

OMF V1C55 That Would Sound Creepy

Here it came. Qiu Ling straightened his robes and sat down at the table before looking up at the Zhongs. “This seems to be something that’ll take a little longer. Just ask whatever it is you want to know.”
“Daoist Master, you have helped our family a great deal. We are truly grateful to you. It’s just that … We were wondering why you are helping us out of all people.”
Qiu Ling’s gaze fell on Jing Yi’s small body. The blanket rose and fell with each breath he took. Ah, his poor beloved. This journey had taken a toll on him. “Isn’t that because of your son?”
The Zhongs exchanged a glance. They had known, of course, but assuming and directly hearing it were two different things. “May we know why? Is it that you …” Madam Zhong broke off. Continue reading

OMF V1C54 Just Wanted to Have a Look

Mister Zhong sighed contentedly when he and his family settled down in the room. It had been a lucky coincidence that that other guest came today too. That way they had found a place for the night and still saved money. And even so much!
Madam Zhong brought Jing Yi to bed and sat down next to her husband. “How are we going to find your cousin’s stall tomorrow? The capital is big, ah.”
Mister Zhong sighed. “I’m also worried about that. It’s a pity I’ve never been here before.” He took out the letter his cousin had written and stared at the characters. He couldn’t read so it was pointless but he didn’t know what else to do either.
“Maybe we could ask Jing’er to call that Daoist Master again? He shouldn’t be too far away yet so maybe he could read the letter to us?” Continue reading

OMF V1C53 Where Did This Guy Come From?!

The owner furrowed his brow. Where did this guy come from? How come he hadn’t seen him before or heard the door?
Qiu Ling didn’t care for the ugly expression on the owner’s face, came forward and leaned against the counter. “I came to ask for a room too but it seems this isn’t the place for that. I’d suggest you go somewhere else too,” he proposed to Mister Zhong.
“Ah?” Mister Zhong didn’t know what to say. He wished his wife would have been with him to tell him what to do. Should he trust the owner or rather this man that had suddenly popped up? Continue reading