C25 Part2

Translated by Flo Edited by Flo

Hua Che’s head was still hurting until the next day when the Wanmen Martial Arts Tournament officially started.

He needs to find a way to steal the marriage certificate from Chu Binghuan, and then get back the jade pendant with his name engraved on it, so that the two can be cleared from now on.

But it is easier said than done.

With Chu Binghuan’s cultivation being on par with him, winning was extremely difficult.

Hua Che was feeling depressed when he heard the disciples from the Shang Qing Immortal Sect read out: “Feng Ming Valley, the owner of the valley, Mu Qinian, leads three hundred and seventy-eight disciples to enter the arena.”

A mighty group of Feng Ming’s disciples entered the arena, and Murong Sa slid to hide behind Lin Yan, not daring to raise his head.

Mu Qinian first greeted fellow cultivators of the same generation, and when saw his own son, his expression froze and his eyes glared.

Fortunately, he didn’t teach Mu Rongsa a lesson in front of everyone, and gave him enough face.

Mu Rongsa breathed a sigh of relief: “Thank God.”

The Shang Qing disciple announced once again: “Yuntian Shuijing, the head of Chu Changfeng leads a thousand and seventy-nine disciples to enter the venue.”

Chu Binghuan instinctively paid attention, and when Chu Changfeng got closer, he walked out steadily, saluted politely: “Uncle.”

Looking at Mei Cailian behind Chu Changfeng again: “Mother.”

Mei Cailian had a cold face and did not answer.

Chu Changfeng looked very kind-hearted. He was only in his early thirties, young and handsome, with an extraordinary bearing.

Chu Changfeng helped Chu Binghuan up, smiled and said a few words quietly to him.

Mei Cailian looked at the group of people in Ling Xiao Palace, with a sneer in the corner of her mouth, she cast her contemptuous gaze on Hua Che.

Hua Che sensed her gaze, and smiled at her in a lukewarm and polite way.

Mei Cailian thought she was being provoked, and the corners of her mouth twitched harshly.

“Yeyou Mansion, Sect Master Xie Wanting led nine hundred and twenty-three disciples to enter.”

The disciples in the Immortal Sect who were talking calmed down one after another. They all turned to look at the people in Yeyou Mansion at the same time.

Compared with Yuntian Shuijing and Feng Ming Valley, Yeyou Mansion has always kept a low profile in the world of cultivating immortals, and the suzerain Xie Wanting does not compete with the world. They have heard that this person is gentle, refined, calm and wise, and his every move shows the attitude of a modest gentleman.

It was the first time for many disciples to see him, and they felt that his reputation was well-deserved.  He was dressed in a royal blue robe with exquisite Xifu Begonias embroidered with silver thread.

Compared with other immortal sects that accept male disciples, Yeyou Mansion has a lot of women, and the entire sect is full of music cultivators. The men are gentle and handsome, and the women are charming and enchanting. Simply standing there makes a beautiful landscape.

It was said in the history books that the Immortal Sect of Shang Qing is proud and noble, Yuntian Shuijing is cold and clean, Feng Ming Valley is healthy and unrestrained, and Yeyou Mension is tender and gentle.

It perfectly describes the atmosphere of the Four Great Immortal Sects.

Elder Qianyang was discussing with other elders in the distance, and the major immortal sects entered the venue one after another, and many friendly cultivators gathered together to reminisce about the old days.

Zhuang Tian thought that Ling Xiao Palace would be left out, but he never expected that someone would come to say hello to him.

It seems that the news of Mingyue Valley spread quickly, everyone knew that the Ling Xiao Palace had accepted high-level disciples, and they were afraid that they would be extremely happy, so they turned around.

After meeting Chu Changfeng, Mu Qinian dragged Mu Rongsa over to admonish him, and bombarded him like a cannonball: “Stinky brat’s wings are hard on you! You went to the Ling Xiao Palace without telling Dad. Those who celebrate the New Year are not too young. Come home and have a look! Do you still think of me as a father in your heart? If we can’t get along like a bear outside, let alone my son, I can’t afford to lose you!”

Cough cough, Mu Rongsa did not respond back.

“Master Zhuang, I am honoured to meet you, please advise me.” Xie Wanting is a gentleman, and modest. He didn’t say “has long admired his name” like other people, giving Zhuang Tian a good impression.

Hua Che also had a good impression of him, and just as he was thinking about it, he was called by Sect Master Xie.

“Old Ba, come quickly.” Zhuang Tian couldn’t wait to show off his apprentice.

Hua Che had no choice but to go up to meet him, and saluted politely: “Thank you, Sect Master, junior Hua Che, Hua Qingkong.”

As soon as these words fell, cultivators on the left and right immediately looked sideways.

“Is he Hua Qingkong?”

“The one who killed the disciple of the Dharma Guardian on the left side of Fen Qing Palace Hall?”

“I didn’t expect to be so young.”

“He’s still a kid. He has a bright future.”

Xie Wanting stared at Hua Che, stunned for a moment. He couldn’t help but marvel at his appearance and his unreserved attitude: “I heard that little friend is a music cultivator?”

Hua Che respectfully said, “Yes.”

“What musical instrument did you acquire?”

Hua Che lowered his eyes and said, “ Dong Xiao. “

Xie Wanting smiled lightly and said: “I have learned the seven-stringed guqin. Although the instruments are different, the rhythms are the same. If there is something you don’t understand, you can ask me if the head of Zhuang agrees.”

Zhuang Tian was all for his apprentice’s development. How could he not be happy? He hurriedly pushed Hua Che and said: “Hurry up and thank the head of the Yeyou Mountain.”

Not long after, the number one cultivator of immortality who was admired by the whole world appeared, and the bustling Shang Qing Terrance also became serious. Everyone held their breath and looked at Lu Mingfeng who walked out of the Shang Qing Hall.

Hua Che’s heartbeat accelerated.

Lu Mingfeng was dressed in a navy blue brocade robe, his long gray hair was tied high with a white jade hair crown. His body was majestic and heroic, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding the Shang Qing sword passed down from generation to generation, standing against the wind.

It was such a coincidence that Hua Che’s current position was exactly the same as the position where he first met Lu Mingfeng in his previous life.

The fledgling young man saw the number one cultivator in the world praised by everyone, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he was astonished as a heavenly man.

At the past Wanmen Martial Arts Tournament, Lu Mingfeng risked the disapproval of the world and used himself as a guarantee. He remembered the five inner feelings and engraved every word the master said on his soul.

Until those words and sentences that he regarded as treasures turned into poisonous insects, biting his spirit and soul to be riddled with holes.

Hua Che’s heart ached, causing him to subconsciously cover it.

“What’s wrong?” Chu Binghuan asked warmly.

Hua Che shook his head lightly, unwilling to look any further.

The impassioned opening remarks lasted for half an hour, and finally at dusk when the illusion was ready, and one hundred thousand cultivators entered one after another.

The light and shadow intertwined in front of his eyes, Hua Che took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.

Greed, hatred, ignorance, arrogance, doubt, the five poisonous minds, and ever-changing illusions are inseparable from these five points in the final analysis.  If you can get rid of these five poisons, you can transcend nature and ascend to heaven.

Hua Che still remembers the first time he entered the illusion of Shang Qing. It was the last item in the student assessment when he had just gone to Shang Qing to become an apprentice. The content of the illusion was very simple.

Not to mention that Hua Che is not a womanizer, he has lived in Fireworks and Willow Lane since he was a child on top of that. He has long been tired of seeing this kind of orioles and swallows . Therefore, he cut through the mess quickly and was the first to walk out of the illusion.

The second time he entered the illusion was the Wanmen Martial Arts Tournament.

He saw Hua Mei’er, and while missing his mother, he also resented his father who had never been there until he abandoned him.

The third time he entered the illusion was also at the Wanmen Martial Arts Tournament.

He saw mountains of gold and silver, countless wealth, and the glory of being worshiped by thousands of people. A being who claimed to be God told him that he could fulfill one of his wishes.

The fourth time he entered the illusion was still Wanmen Martial Arts Tournament.

There, he saw Chu Binghuan.

The illusion was created by his own thoughts, and as Hua Che had let go of Chu Binghuan’s obsession, he was confident that he would not see Chu Binghuan again this time.

As Hua Che walked forward, his vision widened.

The light was very dazzling, and there were loud and noisy voices in his ears. There was a lot of anger, and countless fingers were pointed at him. They were full of righteous indignation.

Suddenly, a figure stood in front of him: “My apprentice, I know very well, he will never fall into the devil’s way, let alone join forces with Yin Wuhui! Che’er can distinguish right from wrong, right from wrong. I guarantee my life!”

Hua Che was shocked!

He actually returned to his previous life?

No, it’s an illusion!

Hua Che stared at Lu Mingfeng in a daze, and looked at himself in disbelief, his whole body was in disbelief.

As he remembered, with tears in his eyes, he called out, “Master.”

“Headmaster Lu, don’t be merciful, and protect this evildoer!”

Lu Mingfeng closed his eyes, and only said three words coldly: “I believe him.”

With such protection, it is difficult for others to say otherwise.

Yin Wuhui in the sky laughed wildly: “It’s so filial to a teacher and apprentice, the hypocrisy is disgusting! Che’er, you really don’t want to go with your father?”

Hua Che felt nauseated just seeing Yin Wuhui’s face, and he heard himself say: “I am a disciple of Shang Qing, so I should be at odds with the Fen Qing Palace Hall!”

Yin Wuhui sneered and said: “Remember what you said today, you are my son, and you should not regret being with that group of dignified immortal cultivators.”

Yin Wuhui left, and the cultivators from the various immortal sects also left one after another.

Hua Che tried to move, but he couldn’t break through the prohibition at all, so he was forced to take it by himself, kneeling in front of Lu Mingfeng: “Master, I…”

“Get up.” Lu Mingfeng gently lifted him up.

Hua Che smiled grimly in his heart.

The acting skills are really good, no wonder they deceived one apprentice after another!

When everyone turned their faces, his master protected him.

There is often no reason for a reputation to be ruined, yet the bloodline ruins everything.

Since then, his situation in Shang Qing Immortal Sect has changed.

From a big brother respected by everyone, to a plague that everyone can’t dodge.  No one dared to talk to him, for fear that his demonic nature would become violent, and no one dared to provoke him, for fear that he would go back and complain to his father.

The teachers isolated him, the elders were afraid, and he became a street mouse overnight.

The former halo has become a joke, and the words of praise have become extremely ironic.

Even Lu Yao could see that he had become less fond of smiling.

“Qingkong.” Lu Yao tried to comfort him.

“It’s okay.” He pretended to be relaxed, leaning against the breezy, lonely night wind, “It’s just a little disgusting.”

Lu Yao: “Disgusting…who?”

“Myself.” Hua Che said, “I hate myself.”

Lu Yao said with red eyes: “Don’t be like this, you are fine, why do you feel…”

“The blood of the demon is really disgusting.” Hua Che closed his eyes and laughed at himself.

Still, it’s not that bad.

At least he still has a caring junior by his side, a master who protects him, and Chu Binghuan in Yuntian Shuijing… Although Chu Binghuan was seriously injured a while ago and still hasn’t woken up.

With these little things, he will not collapse.

Finally, Hua Che’s first thought was shattered.

He came across the master’s secret and found out all the dirty things he had committed.

There is a dark room in the Shangqing Pavilion, and there is a secret passage under the dark room, leading directly to the top of Kunlun. There is a stone room there that Hua Che accidentally stumbled into.

There, a jade bed, a stone table, and a bookcase were in the stone room.

There are no books in the bookcase, but large and small bottles and jars with charms on them, and there seems to be something sealed inside.

Hua Che was really curious. When he opened it, Hua Che’s face changed in shock.

Inside is the golden core.

The place where cultivators store their true essence to gather the source of their cultivation.

The golden core that lost the seal of the spell dissipated in just a moment.

Hua Che stared at the broken light in his hands and was stunned.

He squatted down stiffly, looking at the strangely colored ground, which was black and seeped, like dried blood, very thick, it was left by the blood of more than one person repeatedly soaked.

Hua Che guessed something, he opened all the bottles and jars in one go, and the golden pills scattered one after another, leaving only fragments of jade bottles all over the floor.

The Shang Qing Pavilion is only for Lu Mingfeng to live in alone, and his dark room leads to this stone room, the truth of the matter is self-evident.

His spells suddenly scattered one by one, Lu Mingfeng of course noticed that he came to the stone room in an instant.

“Master, when I entered the Shang Qing Immortal Sect, I saw the roster of disciples under the head teacher in Shang Qing Immortal Sect. In this lifetime, master received a total of 132 disciples, and 127 of them passed away.  Only five left.”

Hua Che supported the blood-stained ground, and stood up shaking: “They all died after their golden cores were taken away, and their souls were taken away. The world said that it was revenge from Fenqing Palace, and it was Yin Wuhui who ordered his subordinates to deal with Master, a warning from the first person in the immortal way.

The world laments the difficulty of the master, but the master cared for the apprentice in every possible way, and gave the apprentice all kinds of panacea without hesitation, resulted in an untimely death.”

Lu Mingfeng clenched his fists tightly, with a murderous look in his eyes.

“Master.” Hua Che turned around, holding the last golden pill that was about to disperse, and smiled extremely reluctantly, “Why do I feel that the breath of this golden pill is a bit like Senior Seventeen?”

Lu Mingfeng’s expression froze: “What do you want to say?”

“I want to hear from Master.” Hua Che said, “The real cause of death for those one hundred and twenty-seven disciples of yours.”

Lu Mingfeng sneered: “Haven’t you guess it?”

Hua Che felt chills all over. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound more natural: “This disciple will speak, Master, listen. If there is anything incorrect, Master will add.”

Lu Mingfeng acquiesced.

“Master’s talent may not be as miraculous as the world has said. At least with his own ability, Master, he can’t cultivate to the level he is now, nor can he reach his current status.” Hua Che looked at the dissipated golden core and said in a deep voice.

“Insufficient talent, but eager for quick success, the competition in the Shang Qing Immortal Sect is fierce, and there are countless outstanding disciples under the master’s seat. How can we stand out? In order to improve the cultivation level, the demon cultivator absorbs other people’s souls and devours other people’s golden core.”

“After you succeeded in succeeding to the throne, in order to prevent the head teacher from falling into the hands of others, you can only continue to improve your cultivation and maintain your honor as the number one in the immortal way. Therefore, you are not stingy with your disciples, and with all kinds of spirits, elixirs, all kinds of rare medicinal baths.” Hua Che gave a miserable smile, “Of course you won’t be stingy, because those things will belong to you in the end, no matter how advanced or outstanding your disciples are, they will be yours in the end, their golden cores for your use.”

“The disciple is the soil, the golden elixir is the fruit, and everything the master rewards is fertilizer. When the fruit is ripe, the master should pick it.”

Lu Mingfeng smiled sullenly and said: “As expected of me, you are the disciple I’m most proud of.”

Hua Che held back his nausea, covered his painful heart and said, “I finally understand why Master didn’t accept Chu Binghuan as his disciple.”

Lu Mingfeng: “Oh?”

Hua Che: “Chu Binghuan’s status is special, and he is backed by Yuntian Shuijing. If the master kills him, I’m afraid it’s not easy to push his life to the Fen Qing Palace Hall, because Yuntianshuijing will definitely investigate clearly, and maybe he will attack him again.”

“The Fen Qing Palace Hall avenged Chu Binghuan, and when the time comes… it will be revealed.”

Lu Mingfeng admitted, “That’s right.”

Hua Che endured the emotions that almost burst out, and said in a hoarse voice: “During Wanmen Martial Arts Tournament, you defended me in front of the cultivators all over the world, and it was also for my golden core, right? You have “nurtured” me for so many years, how can you bear to watch me being snatched away by someone else….”

Lu Mingfeng didn’t deny it, he stretched out his right hand, and slowly approached Hua Che: “Although it’s not too late, but since you found out, then I should pick it out sooner.”

Hua Che didn’t ask why in a hoarse voice, nor did he kneel on the ground begging Lu Mingfeng to turn around.

He can kill hundreds of his apprentices with his own hands, he is hopeless, and he can’t be persuaded to come back to his senses, nor can he be forgiven!

As for asking why…is it necessary?

For what? Of course rights and reputation!

Hua Che smiled wryly: “The whole Kyūshū is really blind.”

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