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Thank you for the support. This project appears well-received. I edited the last chapter part per some feedback and going forward too Iām going to leave long footnotes at the bottom. This part was tougher for me to wrangle with than the previous even though thereās less words. OTL
Originally posted by Spearpoint Translations
Edit 11/15/2018: Updated to a much better version thanks to Editor Attica.
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The gentle breeze slightly swept, and waves of mist extended far into the distance.
In the middle of the rainy season, a drizzly pale fog covered the heavens and the earth.
Ye You faintly heard the pattering sound of light rain.
His train of thought was immersed in a dense fog-like dream, drifting aimlessly. The sound of the rain was like a pair of hands, gently cleaning the path forward for him. He found himself standing on a hillside, blue stones laid in neat rows below his feet. The water beads on the branches and leaves could reflect an entire world, and the cotton-like rain was like a gentle whisper, sounding lightly in his ear.
He felt a wave of joy, and began to walk forward.
At the end of the path was a pavillion. A stone table was arranged with pen and ink. The fine writing paper had already been spread out. He picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. His eyes lowered in contemplation, he suspended the brush in midair for a long time. Moving his wrist, in the space of a breath he drew out a tortoise.
Suddenly, someone spoke: āNoble son.ā
This voice seemed to be coming from the horizon. Ye You watched his drawing quickly vanish, completely obliterated together with all of the surrounding scenery. That feather-light indistinct feeling retreated like the ebbing tide. The sound of the rain gradually became clear, and a needle-like pain pierced his face.
He broke free from his dreams and opened his eyes.
The servant softly called out once, and then stood outside the door with his head bowed. After waiting for a while without any movement inside, he was just about to leave when he heard a creaking sound. He turned around and saw Ye You with his head wrapped in strips of cloth, taking a step out of the door. The servant immediately bowed down and said: āNoble son, our Manor Lord has returned.ā
Ye You was just looking at the color of the sky, wondering if he had slept until dinner. Upon hearing these words, his eyes slightly brightened up and he went to the front yard.\n
A fortnight ago, he had regained consciousness from a coma, and discovered that he had inexplicably come to this Xun Liu [Searching Willows] Mountain Manor.
At that time, his body had been covered with burns, and his internal force(1) was of no use. Even worse, his mind was blankāāhe did not even know his own name.
According to the servants, he had been saved by the Manor Lord. But the Manor Lord then went out to attend to an important matter, and required some more days before returning. He thus stayed until now, getting to eat and drink well, and finally waited until the manor lord came back.
The light rain like a thin gauze had not yet stopped. The moist air mixed with the vegetation and soil, the scents flowing into oneās chest and slowly spreading.\n
Ye You exhaled a breath, very content. Losing his memory actually didnāt put him at a loss. Instead, he felt the experience was quite fresh, like walking on a road to seek treasures, filling oneās heart with eager expectation. (2)
The Xun Liu Manor Lordās parents were both deceased, and this was the third year he had inherited the manor. He was very young, said to be accomplished and outstanding. At this moment, he was drinking tea in the great hall. By his side sat a similarly young noble son.
These past few days, Ye You had long since discreetly inquired for information on the rough appearance of the Manor Lord, so he could distinguish between these two people. When he entered, he first noticed that the Manor Lord glanced in the direction of that noble son. Ye You also looked over, and immediately met that manās eyes.
That person looked very handsome, belonging into the category of men whose slightest movement could make girls blush bashfully. On the surface, although he appeared tranquil and still without any unnecessary movements, his sitting position alone gave one the mistaken impression that he held the seat of honor instead, while the manor lord was only there for decoration.
Ye You looked away without any change in expression, quietly pondering: This person should be difficult to deal with.
Since awakening, he had not revealed the matter of his memory loss. He originally wanted to slowly draw out information, but who knew that such a person would unexpectedly appear. It would be fortunate if this other party did not interfere, but if he liked meddling in the affairs of others, then Ye You feared things might not go too smoothly.
āHow are this noble sonās injuries?ā The Manor Lord rose to greet him, āOh, that time was truly dangerous. Zaixia(**humble pronoun for Iāgoing to just use āIā from now on) and this noble son just happened to be at the same inn. That evening, the noble sonās room suddenly caught fire. When I broke into the room, the noble son was already injured and had fallen unconscious. If I had been just a little bit later, the aftermath would have been unimaginable.ā
Ye You: āā¦ā¦ā
He actually got everything he wanted without spending any effort whatsoever.\n
Ye You had found the cause of his burn injuries, and was very satisfied with this Manor Lord.
The Manor Lord continued speaking: āAside from some belongings, the noble sonās person was only carrying School Master(3) Wenrenās jade pendant. I guessed that you were possibly his good friend, and hurriedly returned this very night. Only after noble son was settled down did I leave again.ā
As he spoke, he glanced at the person next to him, a little suspicious of why they didnāt converse. Ye You could not help but look over once more. He glimpsed a jade pendant gripped in that manās palm. This was precisely School Master Wenren.
In other words, he had to come face to face with this person.
Oh, his luck was really bad.
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The power within that martial arts practitioners draw from to fight. Think how mages have mana and ninjas from Naruto have chakra.
Our MC:
Iāve translated the ęäø»(jiaozhu) from the title as āsect master,ā but what Iāve translated here as āschool masterā ā éØäø»(menzhu) can also be translated as sect master. Itās just that menzhu will be repeated alot and it is a different person from the jiaozhu so I tried to distinguish them this way. The difference is subtle and I hope translating it like this isnāt too strange, though it sounds more like menzhu is a principal instead of the master of a martial arts school, I donāt have a better idea.