In Woxuan Abode, Xuanji Zhenren stood on the lake with his hands behind his back and looked at the two lights in the sky. “That new disciple of Qingtong’s is really extraordinary, to achieve Foundation Establishment in less than a year.”
“This dazzling light… what power…” Yuan Hai stood on the zigzag bridge and said slowly.
“Exactly, it’s even faster than those who possess a heavenly root,” Hua Qing said as he walked over, elbowing Yu Li.
“Ah, yes,” Yu Li responded.
After listening to these words, Cheng Xi silently clenched his fist. He had thought he was already a genius when he reached the third layer of Qi Refining within one year. Who would have thought that that dual root trash would reach Foundation Establishment! How was that possible?! He felt the cool porcelain bottle in his sleeve and immediately understood. Yes, it must have been the secret medicine given by shixiong.
Seeing the look in the eyes of Master and shixiong, Cheng Xi decided to take the secret medicine tonight. He also had to speed up his advancement to Foundation Establishment. Otherwise, this direct disciple would not be able to take it!
There was a sable eating a chicken drumstick on a mountaintop. It looked up cheerfully and patted the white-haired rabbit who was munching on the grass leaves beside him, “What is the background of that little shidi?”
The white rabbit ignored him, finished eating a grass leaf with a crunch, and started pulling on another.
“Hey! You devoured all the swordleaf grass again!” The sable cried.
The white-haired rabbit froze, looked down at the once-again leafless plant, and silently swallowed the half leaf in its mouth.
“Oh boy, what to do? Master hasn’t yet eaten meat today. I’ll just send you.” The sable was holding the chicken thigh and jumping around in front of the rabbit.
“Shut up!” The rabbit jumped three chi high, sending the sable flying, then squatted on top of it with a thump.
The rabbit was a little fat, a big roly-poly fluffy ball, but the sable was long and thin. When pressed down by the rabbit, only a big tail could be seen flapping around outside.
“You two are fighting again!” Yan Lie, who came to call his two shidi, saw this scene and walked over resignedly. He picked up one in each hand and patted off the dusty sable. “Become human and follow me to Woyun Hall. Guests are coming.”
The sable jumped to the ground and instantly turned into the graceful Zi Mo. “Who is it? It can’t be that Qingyun Sect’s group that has come to complain?”
When the white rabbit saw his da-shixiong he became docile. He jumped down and became the gallant Bai Luo.
Yan Lie narrowed his peach blossom eyes. “Remember to stay sharp, you two. We Woyun Sect may eat anything, except someone else’s dust.”
During Foundation Establishment, just as all rivers flowed to the sea, all the spiritual power in the body converged into the Dantian. Mo Tianliao slowly opened his eyes, abundant spiritual power lingering in his abdomen. The once-wilting woodfire was finally active; he could feel it jumping around in his Dantian.
Mo Tianliao looked at the pile of powdered lingshi around him and smiled faintly. Having achieved Foundation Establishment, his qi was now abundant, so some of his high-order spells could now be used, and he could finally fly on a sword. He could go further in search of his divine weapon, and… He pursed his lips and raised his hand to pick up the jade slips of the “Wood Igniting Technique”. He pressed them between his eyebrows to see what came next after achieving Foundation Establishment.
Some new words appeared in his mind, but the cultivation method didn’t continue from the Qi Refining realm. There was only one sentence about how to practice Foundation Establishment and beyond, “Figure it out yourself!”
“…” Mo Tianliao silently put away the jade slips, got up, and walked out to the garden, only to see a man dressed in white, standing tall under a peach blossom tree.
Winter had given way to spring, and without noticing it, one year had already passed. The peach blossoms in the courtyard had opened once again. The tree bloomed a pale pink, like hazy clouds. However, no matter how beautiful it was, it couldn’t compare with the man beside it. When that jade-like beauty slowly turned around, both heaven and earth disappeared, insignificant.
“Master, why are you here?” Mo Tianliao walked over and reached for him.
Qingtong raised his hand to avoid Mo Tianliao’s touch and frowned slightly. This unfilial disciple had become more and more unruly; he even called his Master “you”. What “you”? Where’s my title? Not only that, he even had the audacity to stretch out his hand to touch his Master the moment he saw him — what indecency!
“Just passing by,” Qingtong snorted and turned to leave.
Mo Tianliao was stupefied for a bit, then smiled faintly. Master had come to watch over him…
Sect Leader Tianlang Zhenren, dressed in a grey Taoist robe, stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back to greet the Qingyun Sect party.
Colourful beams of light flashed in the air, and they arrived a split second later. At the head was a cultivator with white hair and a youthful complexion, dressed in dark blue Taoist robes and wearing a jade hairpin. There were a dozen disciples behind him, dressed in the sect’s uniform of pale blue robes and wearing the fancy Qingyun hair ornament. They landed in perfect order, their manner exactly like a big and powerful sect.
On the other hand, Woyun Sect’s people wore clothes in all colours. Some wore crowns, others wore hairpins, and others simply wore their hair loose. They looked like some eighteenth-tier sect who couldn’t even afford a uniform.
“Tianlang Zhenren, long time no see,” Elder Yun Song greeted the Sect Leader with a frigid smile.
Tianlang touched his beard and smiled. “Long time no see. Elder Yun Song looks younger and younger every time I see him.”
When Yun Song heard this, he gritted his teeth. In cultivation, each realm had a limited lifespan. In theory, a person’s appearance would not change after Foundation Establishment. However, once one reached Nascent Soul, if there was no advancement to the next realm after a certain period of time, their appearance would age, and it would not return to youth until the person ascended. A person like Tianlang Zhenren, who still looked like he was 30, was a source of envy, and don’t even mention Qingtong Zhenren who was a real beauty…
Every time he came to Woyun Sect, this weird place, he couldn’t help but feel angry.
Entering the hall, Yun Song looked around and said, “Why don’t I see Qingtong Zhenren?”
Within Qingyun Sect, the generation of elders under the Yun name were cousins of the new Sect Leader, and if they wanted to give Elder Yun Song ample face, the three Abode Masters should welcome him together. But Yun Song was merely an elder, so even if Xuanji were to greet him alone, it would not be considered discourteous.
Yan Lie sneered inwardly, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and said, “Qingtong shishu’s direct disciple has just attained Foundation Establishment, so I think at this moment he–”
“Oh, I had heard that Qingtong had accepted someone with a dual spiritual root as his direct disciple. It has only been a year. How could Foundation Establishment be possible?” Yun Song laughed and interrupted Yan Lie’s words, raising his hand to motion to a disciple behind him. “Yan Lie, do you still remember him?”
Yan Lie looked up at the man; he had thick lips, a flat nose, and a decidedly shifty look. He had no recollection of him.
When the man saw that Yan Lie did not remember him, he immediately clenched his fists. “Ten years ago, I came to Woyun Sect to try as a disciple. Yan shixiong refused to accept me because of my plain appearance!”
Zi Mo curled his lip in a sneer, scooched next to Bai Luo, and whispered, “What plain appearance? What he is, is plainly hideous.”
“This child is called Chao Jun, and he has a heavenly spiritual root! You Woyun Sect people are truly blind,” Yun Song laughed derisively. When Chao Jun heard him saying “heavenly spiritual root”, he couldn’t help raising his chin.
“The clouds extend beyond thirty thousand li, and the wind passes the ninth heaven.” This was Qingyun Sect’s naming order in recent years. The word “super” went after the word “cloud”. That is to say, this super handsome was Elder Yun Song’s direct disciple, not the disciple of his disciple.
“The rules left by our ancestors are clear: we are not allowed to accept uglies,” Yuan Hai said slowly. Because of the slow speed, the word “uglies” seemed to be intentionally emphasized, and it made the “super handsome” Chao Jun draw back in anger.
“I’d like to test that today. What kind of skills does a disciple accepted based on their looks have?” Since they were so shameless, Yun Song put on a stern expression and said, “That dual spiritual root disciple just reached Foundation Establishment, right? Just in time — call him and have him compete against my disciple. If he can’t win, I demand you account for the tragic death of my grandson!”
Tianlang’s mouth was hidden behind his beard, he could not help lifting one side to reveal a sharp fang. I really want to bite this old man to death!
Yan Lie, standing beside the Sect Leader, quietly held his Master back by the shoulder, and whispered, “Master, don’t be rash. Imagine the talk if Woyun Sect’s Leader were to bite a Qingyun Sect Elder to death in a fit of rage.”
“Oh-ho, this handsome, ah — no, I mean super handsome,” Zi Mo dug out his ears and said with a laugh. “If I’m not mistaken, he’s at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. If we let someone who just achieved Foundation Establishment, with their unstable qi, compete against someone who is already at the middle stage, wouldn’t it seem as if we are looking down on Qingyun Sect?”
“Master simply spoke in anger. The Qingyun Sect will, of course, not pick on those who are weaker,” Chao Jun said with a sneer. “We only need a clear explanation from Sect Leader on the death of shizhi.”
The atmosphere became stiff for a moment.
“If you want to compete, then compete!” a clear and melodious voice sounded from afar, instantly followed by a gleaming white flash.
There was a moment of silence in the hall. This was the first time the Qingyun Sect disciples had met Qingtong. They were a bit stunned for a moment.
Mo Tianliao frowned slightly and stepped forward to block everyone’s view.
The crowd came to their senses and looked at the two disciples with Qingtong Zhenren. One was tall and handsome, and the other… the word handsome really wasn’t enough to describe him.
Eyes like cold stars, the hair on his temples neat as if cut with a sword, his dazzling beauty almost hurt to look at.
Qingyun Sect’s disciples looked back and forth between Mo Tianliao and Chao Jun, and had to admit that Woyun Sect had made the right choice. Only such a handsome person standing beside such a Master seemed reasonable. If they had picked Chao Jun, it would have been like building an open latrine in front of the Crystal Palace, really… a bit disgusting.
This whole chapter was hilarious
But also quite challenging, I’m a bit proud of how it came out. I’m a bit late because I’m having trouble loading the site on my pc. Sorry.
This week I’ve been really really sick so I couldn’t translate anything Thankfully I still have quite a few chapters saved