ăA Calamity for All Living Thingsăwas a three-part story whose main premise was the cultivation of immortality.
In addition to the theme of positive self-improvement, it also held the princ.i.p.al of not tolerating evil, and promoted a tenacious and unyielding ideology. It had only started ten months ago. The author didnât even partic.i.p.ate in popular net activities.
As a result, it was also known by a different name. It was called âWritings of a Buddhist Monkâ.
During this period of time, many forums were entirely filled with the Ministry of Radio and Broadcastingâs positive teaching materials.
[Comment: It doesnât violate any of the countryâs policies. It can be said to be a model for web writing.]
[Comment: The main protagonist uses his intellect over his feelings. He is not a stallion (1) and isnât overly sensational. Among novels, this is very uncommon.]
[Comment: He doesnât have too much of a gold finger (2) and the scenes arenât too shocking. The only drawback is that the relationships are a bit lacking in energy.]
Since it didnât cross any of those lines, the storyline itself had to be compelling.
Five large sects existed side by side within Zhu Feng (3). Hidden in the shadows, conspirators extended their claws in order to devastate all living things.
Danger lurked on every side. Using a long-lost set of healing techniques, the main protagonist rescued everyone from the calamity, dispelled the misunderstandings of each faction, and uncovered the conspirators behind the scenes, thus unifying all the groups of cultivators in Zhu Feng.
He was worthy of praise. Jun Yan was neither a saint, nor a hypocrite. He neither killed everyone down to the last man, but he also wasnât soft-hearted. However, he was rather conservative in respect to his private life. Although he had a.s.sociated with a few women, between them there were only hazy feelings. He avoided immorality, maintained his composure, and never crossed any boundaries.
[Tweet: The mult.i.tude of stallion writings continues to increase and circulate their writings. ăA Calamity for All Living Thingsăis like a clear stream; a completely new experience. ]
There wasnât any pressure to post and it was suitable to be read by both men and women. Thus the novel became more and more popular. In the end it climbed up the front page of Nan Pin top postings, receiving thousands and thousands of views.
Wen Jing was also one of those many readers.
Returning on the road home at the end of the school day he accessed his cell phone and saw an update waiting for him. The hour-long bus ride was sufficient for him to carefully read it once through and then read it through again.
But it wasnât enough.
As a fourteen year old middle school student growing up in an ordinary salary worker household, Wen Jingâs allowance was pitiful. He didnât have the money to spend here and there, as a result he could only read this one novel.
He read very seldom and never commented, but no other person could compare with his knowledge of the story.
The writing was very good, all foreshadowing was carefully resolved. The only thing he couldnât understand was thatăA Calamity for All Living Thingsăwas labelled âDarkâ (4). However, in the end, how was it dark?
Today was the grand conclusion to ăA Calamity for All Living Thingsă. Wen Jing hopped onto the bus and impatiently opened his cell phone. He wanted to know, in the end, who were the conspirators behind the scenes? Which girl would Jun Yan get together with? With luck, maybe at the end of the novel there would be a few lines not suited for younger readers.
After nearly a yearâs worth of reading, he really wasnât ready for it to finish.
Reading with intense focus, Wen Jing didnât notice the sudden strong winds that had begun to blow outside. He unconsciously pulled his clothing tight, his view locked onto the screen of his cell phone.
The bus moved slowly but suddenly it began to rock violently. Wen Jingâs cell phone was flung to the ground and he cried out as he noticed what was going on around him.
âWhatâs going on?â
âWhat happened?â
In the violent shaking, Wen Jing blankly looked outward only to see the entire city sink into a panic. Pedestrians fell over each other as they ran. Falling to the ground, they shouted and continuously cried out for help.
At that time, a deafening sound suddenly exploded in his head. As if in slow motion, the bus with him in it uncontrollably flipped over. The squeezing pain from the collision covered his entire body. Suddenly, something hit the back of his head and Wen Jing blacked out.
After an unknown length of time, warm white rays of light filled his drifting consciousness.
A warm and shy voice whispered into his ear.
âShifu (5) has already reached his limit, he will soon follow his disciples.â
The silhouettes of close relatives became clear in his mind and then gradually faded until they disappeared.
In the dimness, Wen Jing slowly followed a group of white b.a.l.l.s of light.
âŚâŚin his final moments of life, he unexpectedly remembered that he had not yet read the grand finale of ăA Calamity for All Living Thingsă.
âQing Xu sword sect was located on spirit grounds in southwest Zhu Feng. It had been in existence for a long time.
Several thousand years ago, an unknown number of skilled people climbed a mountain and gasped in amazement. In agreement, they attempted to seize this place, start a sect, and open a school. However, those who arrived in high spirits returned in disappointment. As it turns out, the beautiful main peak of the mountain range was occupied by a cyan python. All day long at the summit it absorbed sun and moon essence. Several thousand years later it obtained the ability to transform its form due to this cultivation. Although this python did not take human lives, its disposition was naughty and mischievous. It would play with the cultivators from the mountain and then run away after leaving them in a pitiful state. Everyone was dissatisfied with this and a.s.sembled to head out and ma.s.sacre this python. In the end, the pythonâs fierce nature was aroused and several people were bitten. Since then, the cultivators no longer dared to place a single foot on Xun Yang mountain.
Four thousand years later, an idle daoist (7) Qing XuZi (8) on his journey pa.s.sed this place. Climbing the mountain to take in the view, he met with this injured python.
Liking this pythonâs spiritual nature, he desired to subdue its heart. Not willing to hurt it, he captured the python seven times and released it another seven times. This beast, who was originally filled with hostility towards this Qing XuZi, bit him countless times. After seeing that he time and time again refused to retaliate, it unexpectedly became ashamed. Afterwards, feeling sentimental, and after being freed for the final time, it stopped at his feet and refused to leave. As a result Qing XuZi settled down on Xun Yang mountain and founded the Qing Xu sword sect. Two hundred years later, Qing XuZi and the python disappeared together.
Due to the long history, no one knew anymore what Qing XuZi looked like. Nowadays the sect consecrated their ancestral masterâs portrait upon which was drawn the appearance of a clear and refined daoist of no more than thirty years wearing a cyan robe. At his side was coiled an immense divine python. It was an impressive picture.
Several hundred years later, the majority of disciple descendants had mediocre apt.i.tudes. Unexpectedly, they didnât have a single person who could a.s.sume responsibility for the sect. Rebelling against Qing XuZiâs legacy, they began to fight over the remaining several inheritance ancient scrolls, devastating the sect. Among these, Hong XiuFeng was framed and compelled to run away. He took away with him Qing XuZiâs remaining two ancient scrolls.
At this time, foreign enemies who had been observing from a distance took advantage of this time of weakness and invaded the sect. Everyone in Qing Xu was completely disheartened. The eldest disciple daoist Ku Mu (9) promptly exited the mountain pa.s.s to fight. From then on, Qing Xu sword sect had its first nascent soul (10) cultivator. It was possible for the nascent soul to exit the human body and go on a mental journey thousands of miles away. Qing Xu sword sectâs reputation increased dramatically. No one would dare provoke it anymore.â
ââtaken from ăA Calamity for All Living Thingsă Chapter One.
Wen Jing raised his head to look towards that not too distant place surrounded by dense fog. Several peaks lay in that direction. Tall and erect, they reached through the clouds. Thinking to himself, he seemed to recall a certain pa.s.sage.
It wasnât that his memory was good, but that in those days while waiting for updates, he would frequently begin reading again from the first chapter.
Wen Jing looked up. A moist wind brushed his face and left faint traces of coolness.
On the horizon, dark clouds roiled. It was probably going to rainâŚ..
From within the hut came the gentle voice of an old man: âJingâer, hurry and come inside.â
ââŚâŚok.â
Wen Jing neatly tidied up the courtyard. Already, raindrops had began to fall here and there. Using his hands to shield his head, he returned step by step to the hut at a moderate pace.
It was important that his conduct be reasonable. He couldnât be anxious or panicky. Even further he couldnât allow his mind to be disordered. He had to stick to his role.
He should come, if possible, he should always comeâŚ..
A grey haired old man sat on one side of a table arranging a bowl and chopsticks: âShut the door well and come and eat.â
âOk.â
Wen Jing very slowly approached the front of the table.
His current name was Lu Jing. He was thirteen years old this year.
This good-natured old man arranging the bowl and chopsticks was his paternal grandfather, Lu YunFei.
Wen Jing closed the door. Using a ladle he scooped water out from a jar and used it to wash his hands. He sat up straight at the dining table, and asked while smiling: âYeye, what delicious thing did you make today?â
The old man brushed his nose. Contented, his face wrinkled as he smiled: âYouâre such a glutton.â
â HahaâŚ..â
This scene of domestic bliss before his eyes was so realistic. It would almost make you believe that this was a mutually dependent grandpa and grandson, a poor but warm family.
If he hadnât read ăA Calamity for All Living Thingsă, he wouldâve believed this as well.
Authors notes:
The beginning history of ăA Calamity for All Living Thingsă and the structure of each peak was drawn from ăZhu Xiană, which was written a long time ago. The opening text ofăZhu Xianăwas the inspiration for this entire chapter. Once the truth is exposed you will see the reason why and why it cannot be changed. I can only say that it is paying respect to ăZhu Xiană(13). Half of the cultivation levels and worldviews are borrowed from ăA Record of a Mortalâs Journey to Immortalityă and the other half is fabrication.
TN notes:
1. Those heroes who somehow end up attracting and seducing hordes of random beautiful sometimes powerful women. *cough* Yun Che *cough*
2. Cheats. An unusually overpowered ability held only by the hero of a novel.
3. A country. (獚éŁ) Meaning Bamboo wind
4. Just in case itâs unclear. Heâs referring to the subject matter tags like the ones that are used in Novel Updates.
5. Master or teacher, somewhat similar to sensei, but usually kept for addressing oneâs own teacher not just in martial arts but for any kind of skilled trade.
6. ć¸ čĺ Pure void sword
7. Hard to explain, but someone who follows the dao, sometimes called Taoist or Tao/Dao pract.i.tioner. A type of cultivator who follows Dao principles. Tao
8. Iâm hoping this is his name and not describing where heâs from
9. Either this is a name, or somehow the topic switched to dead trees.
10. A particular level of cultivation, pops up a lot in regular cultivation novels. Main feature is having a type of spirit self that can separate from its body and go off and do things. On the higher side of the power scale. Iâm also a.s.suming theyâre saying he broke into this new level in the battle or something.
11. âer added as an affectionate suffix to a personâs name.
12. Paternal grandfather
13. Â &Â Â I went and read the first chapter of Zhu Xian and yeah, I can see the references. Not sure where the foreshadowing is.
So, since I wasnât doing anything else, and no one (including myself) ever updates fast enough I decided to just go ahead and start a new project. The FFXIV expansion is still two weeks away anyway. I couldnât find a single picture other than a doodle on the raws page. So unfortunately, thereâs no eye candy. Speaking of eye candy, I found an amazingly appropriate fan art of Lan w.a.n.gji that totally fit Chapter 12⌠If I remember, Iâll link it in the comments once the translation catches up again.