《Dao Of The Salted Fish (Salted Fish Cultivator)》 0. Front Cover Behold the long flowing hair~ Hello! I did a one shot in a cultivation setting (Blooming Flowers Of My Heart) where I dipped my toes into writing in this setting. This can be considered like a somewhat longer soak in the cultivation world. Basically, it should be around 50k. Itll be casual, no serious angst. I mean, the title is about being a salted fish1a person who is lazy/unmotivated/without ambition...take that as you may 1. The Golden Sun Intra-Sect Competition! …[So] What? The Golden Sun Sect was one of the largest righteous cultivation sects, with its lands spanning from the ocean on one side up to the dazzling mountains on the other. Majestic buildings and exquisite gardens shone with righteous spiritual energy, matching the temperament of the richly robed cultivators. Right now, loud cheers and chatter were coming from the Outer Battlegrounds, where the outer disciples were competing to advance into the inner sect. Every six months, the top ten will be able to exchange their dull yellow robes for bright golden robes. AHH!!! Hes down! Noise roared up as one disciple knocked down another. A plain sword fell to the ground with clatter a distance away, forgotten. The disciple still standing gave a cocky grin, his eyes narrowed, daring for the fallen one to get up. The referee, a peak Golden Core1Peak means that the cultivator is close to advancing to the next stage. The stages are Qi Refining < Foundation Building < Golden Core < Nascent Soul < senior cultivator began the countdown. Three! Two! One! The fallen disciples dull yellow robes almost matched the dusty tan ground, his black hair in disarray. He did not get up. Victory goes to Wang Li Wei! The crowd cheered, especially Wang Li Weis friends. Congratulations! Congratulations! Wang Li Weis cocky grin grew as he looked down at the fallen disciple. He adjusted his expression to modesty and bowed to the referee, thanking her for her care. The Golden Core cultivator nodded and handed him an inner sect token and gave him instructions. Little did anyone know that the moment the disciple fell, a new soul had transmigrated over. Wen Zhihao had his breath knocked out of him. For a moment, he was in disbelief. He had somehow survived that accident? Was the pain going to hit any moment now? In the next second, he was in more disbelief as the memories of the original owner crashed into him. He had died just after submitting the tenth revision of a project for his asshole boss. He was glad as hell to not have to do an eleventh revision. He was still alive. Damn it! Where was the void of nothingness he was promised after death? Instead, he was in the body of an outer sect cultivator also named Wen Zhihao, a late-stage2Early-stage < Middle-stage < Late-stage < Peak are the sublevels Qi Refining cultivator. Qi Refining was the very first stage of cultivation: the original Wen Zhihao had the misfortune to be one of those people who worked hard yet struggled to progress. As Wen Zhihao received all the memories of the original Wen Zhihao working so hard to get to only the late-stage of Qi Refining...Wen Zhihao had a headache. He just ended one stressful life. He had no fucking intention to have a second stressful life! And why were people being so noisy?! Disciple, do you need a healing pill? Wen Zhihao stirred, blinking weakly at the Golden Core cultivator referee. His body felt sore, but it was bearable. But did he need to bear it? If shifu3master is willing Wen Zhihao mumbled. Here. Wen Zhihao accepted the small pill and found it remarkably easy to swallow dry. Immediately, warmth flowed through his body. That warmth was qi. It cleared his meridians and healed his aches. Wen Zhihao felt better than ever! He smiled thankfully at the Golden Core cultivator and was able to stand up. This junior is extremely thankful. The Golden Core cultivator just gave him an unimpressed look. She had given him the lowest of her healing pills, was this outer sect disciple trying to ingratiate to her? Allow this junior to depart and not take up any more of your precious time. Wen Zhihao gave a short bow. Then he wandered away. The Golden Core cultivator snorted and forgot about the disciple very quickly, heading off to convene with the other refereeing cultivators. Wang Li Wei scowled when he noticed that Wen Zhihao was leaving. Wen Zhihao! Where are you going! How does it feel to come so close yet lose to Wang-shixiong4senior martial brother? one of Wang Li Weis friends crowed. Wen Zhihao blinked at them. Eh? Congratulations, he said, his tone dismissive. From the memories of the original owner, Wang Li Wei liked to bully and suppress the other outer sect disciples, and especially the original Wen Zhihao. The original Wen Zhihao often fought back: because he focused so much time and effort into (failing) cultivation, he had a low EQ5emotional intelligence when it came to dealing with Wang Li Wei. But the current Wen Zhihao was a mature adult. He had no interest in squabbling with some teenagers. (16, 17, 18, 19 years old? Still kids!) With that, Wen Zhihao headed straight for the exit with the intent to get away from the noisy crowd as soon as possible. His abrupt departure left Wang Li Wei and his martial brothers pissed off. But they had to bite down their feelings for now, lest the senior cultivators revoked Wang Li Weis promotion. 2. A typical xianxia bullying scene? *sigh* Back when he was still alive on 21st century Earth, Wen Zhihao had worked in a small dim room that was too hot in summer and too cold in winter. As a remote worker, he was expected to be on-call 24 hours a day and work hard to earn money for the boss in hopes that he could climb the corporate ladder. His window faced the monotonous fa?ade of nearby housing buildings. It was a most uninspiring view that he saw every day as he worked overtime and didnt get paid for it. He was almost ready to die of overwork when he submitted the tenth revision of the latest big project. On the first trip outside in ages down bird-poop-filled streets, he was too tired to stop-look-listen-and-think before crossing the road... ... Death was fine. He didnt care either way. Wen Zhihaos initial reaction to being transmigrated to this world was hell no. But once he escaped the clamour of the competition, he felt better. His eyes feasted on the vibrant flowers and luscious greenery of the Golden Sun Sect. He listened to the gentle rustling leaves and he breathed in the floral and grassy scents of the gardens. This! With each inward breath, outward breath, he felt as though his meridians were being cleared, as though his muscles were being infused with energy. Could he set camp here? Roll out some bedding to nap here under the warm sun? All those disciples training so hard to thrash each other did not appreciate the beauty of their surroundings. You.give...stupid Indistinct words broke up Wen Zhihaos tranquillity. He immediately frowned. He tried to ignore the chatter, but instead, it made him more and more frustrated. ...Please, let me go I saw you looking at me like that...you need to pay Wen Zhihao: ... Fuck this! He felt like a cranky old man in his twenty-something-years of age. Anyway, the original owner was also a teenager, so the combination of their ages made him thirty-plus years old in total, right? With a dark face, Wen Zhihao strode towards the dastard disturbance in the gardens. In a corner of the garden, against the wall of a storage building, were a number of dull-yellow robed outer-sect disciples crowding around another disciple. Oh, come on, fight me, why are you so scared today? The strongest of the junior cultivators, a young woman named Wu Qingqing, smirked. Her eyes flashed with malicious glee as she toyed with her victim. Her hand rested easily on the sword hanging by her waist, and her robes rustled in a breeze created by her circulating qi. The young male cultivator looked up at her, heavily suppressed anger not showing in his light-brown eyes. I need to go, shijie1senior martial sister, he said, dipping his head. Ahh, come on, Sun Fuyu! one of the other cultivators cajoled. Wu-shijie is taking the time out to help you! Forget it, just check his pockets, I know he has some spiritual stones. Wu-shijie would put them to better use. Sun Fuyus eyes flashed in panic when the other cultivators pushed him against the wall. I earned them fairly! A blood vessel pulsed in Wen Zhihaos forehead. These bloody kids! (They were teenagers.) What the hell is with this typical xianxia bullying scene? What are you children doing? Wen Zhihao scowled. He had completely forgotten that his current body was only two or three years older than the other outer sect disciples gathered here. Wu Qingqing bristled. Do you want to fight? Seeing you here...you must have lost to Wang-shixiong2senior martial brother again, heh? Thats right, Wu Qingqing knew the original Wen Zhihao, and she knew he was extremely untalented and easily provoked. You dare disturb the peace of the gardens? You dare draw your sword here? Wen Zhihao stared down the little children. Annoyance whirled up in his chest. He wanted to snap at them but remembered just in time that he shouldnt speak so harshly to young children, because it was bad for their upbringing. Sigh! Softening his voice, he said, Why dont we all just part ways? A fight is a waste of both our time. Wu Qingqings eyes narrowed. She felt a thread of wariness at Wen Zhihaos cool and calm demeanour. In the past, Wen Zhihao would be bursting to fight, his qi chaotic and messy. He would lose to her every time. But right now, Wen Zhihaos qi was like waves on the beach. Too calm and too steady. Wu Qingqing was not stupid enough to charge into a fight. Wen Zhihao must have acquired a magical artefact and was purposefully goading her to fight in a battle of trickery. Wu Qingqing sneered. Of course, I will be magnanimous and save you from losing face3reputation, image again. With a careless toss of her head, she addressed her friends. Martial brothers and sisters, lets go do something fun. With that, she and her group departed. Wen Zhihao rolled his eyes. Kids these days. He nodded politely at junior disciple Sun Fuyu and turned back to the greenery of the garden. His eyes brightened again when he heard the tweets of birds. Peace and quiet again! Luckily Wu Qingqing didnt want to fight, because Wen Zhihao had no idea whether or not his body had the combat memory of the original Wen Zhihao! bafflinghaze: I guess Ill just switch between using chinese terms (like shijie) and english ones (martial sister) whenever I feel like it... (unless somehow has a Really Strong Opinion?) Also, interested in BL~? There is a new Boys Love Newsletter ? 3. Wen-shixiong… Sun Fuyus eyes stared at Wen Zhihaos back as he walked away. Wen-shixiong1senior martial brother walked calmly and without hurry, as though he had already forgotten about the matter. He must be very strong to be so carefree. Sun Fuyus feet followed him. He too had seen Wen Zhihao around before. Wen Zhihao was the one at the sword training field the longest. He never looked Sun Fuyus way before, and Sun Fuyu had his own troubles to look out for, so he never paid attention to Wen-shixiong either. Until now. Wen Zhihao was the first person Ah! Sun Fuyu had forgotten to thank him! Why was he so stupid and forgetful?? This is why he was alone. But he shouldnt disturb him... Wen-shixiongs hair and robes were dishevelled, yet he seemed completely relaxed, head tilted upwards as though to catch the sunlight like a plant spirit. Sun Fuyu couldnt figure out the pattern of Wen-shixiongs movements. Was he searching for something? Was that why he scared off Wu Qingqing and the others? Whatever it was that Wen-shixiong was doing, he clearly wasnt in a hurry. His long fingers idly caressed the leaves and flowers, and his aura was content. That was because Wen Zhihao was indeed content. The stresses and anxieties of his past world melted away in the gentle immersion of beautiful scenery. He suspected that the gardens in the Golden Sun Sect had been constructed to reduce heart-demons. It was in this thoughtful state of mind that Wen Zhihao received more of the original Wen Zhihaos memories. With idle curiousity, Wen Zhihao moved his arms, mimicking holding a sword. It seemed that, indeed, he could remember some of the basic sword cultivation forms. However, the original Wen Zhihao had worked so hard to advance. Progress would only get harder and harder, and the ''new'' Wen Zhihao could not see the point. He would rather do the minimum and have a good life. He was never going to be the strongest. He wasnt born with any talent for sword cultivation. So why bother trying to become the strongest? There were many more interesting things in life than training with swords 23 hours a day... For example...food. bafflinghaze: Lol, this wont become another dedicated food fic, but there will be food <()> 4. Meat bun In the Golden Sun Sect, there was a large banquet hall that served specially-refined food for the disciples who had not yet practised inedia and still needed to eat. The original Wen Zhihao had achieved a minor level of inedia, so he only needed to eat once a week. However, the specially-refined foods of the Golden Sun Sect were...quite plain. It was probably to help motivate disciples to learn inedia and to reduce attachment to mortal matters like food, and thus improve cultivation. But since improving cultivation wasnt an issue for Wen Zhihao, he would rather have something delicious. (And who asked the original Wen Zhihao to join the kind of sect where delicious food was shunned?) Yet, no matter how Wen Zhihao tried to remember, he couldnt find any memories about the location of the kitchens. However, he suspected it would be near to the banquet hall. So, skirting around the populated front fa?ade of the Banquet Hall, Wen Zhihao headed to the back through a small side gate slightly hidden amongst voluminous greenery. The scent of food was its own reward. Somehow, he could even smell the fragrance of freshly cooked rice. Aware of his appearance, Wen Zhihao patted his hair and dusted off his robes, readying himself to ask for some food from the chefs. If it didnt work out, then he could try his luck looking for chilli sauce at the normal mortal villages and towns outside of the sectit wasnt urgent, as Wen Zhihao wasnt hungry per se. He simply wanted to eat. Plan decided, Wen Zhihao headed towards the half-open plain door through which the scent of food was emanating. He was about to knock when the door opened fully from the inside. Ah? The aunty chef came to a halt. She looked like a middle-aged woman, with neatly tied up hair and a sensible apron. She was carrying two buckets of murky water. Good afternoon, Aunty Chef, Wen Zhihao said, bowing slightly. Not too much, or else it would seem mocking. Young Master Cultivator, the entrance to the Banquet Hall is on the other side. Wen Zhihao shook his head. Does Aunty Chef have spicy foods and sweet foods? If Aunty Chef allows, this junior disciple is also willing to cook! Wen Zhihao was hoping that this middle-aged person was one of those people who always liked to feed others, and he hoped his apparently-19-ish aged face would help win her over. (And if it didnt work, he could just run away and never see this person again.) Aunty Chef, a mortal woman named Liu Jing, was very, very accustomed to self-important young cultivators (and self-important old cultivators) who demanded very particular food. Cooking for the sect was hardly cooking and more measuring out ingredients for medicine. Looking at this young, mischievous looking cultivator though, Liu Jing softened. Some of us staff have some big pots of dishes. She listed some of them and watched as Wen Zhihaos eyes grew larger and larger with anticipation, as though he was already imagining the taste in his mouth. Can I really have some? Liu Jing chuckled at his eager expression. En, we can prepare a box of dishes for you. Wen Zhihao immediately nodded. He patted around his robes and remembered to check his sleeves. How much does it cost? Liu Jing immediately shook her head. We wont take payment from disciples. Come, come. Wen Zhihao obediently followed Liu Jing. The kitchen was a large, long room, with many plainly dressed workers bustling about. Liu Jing found one of the travel food boxes and filled it with an assortment of dishes. She also conscientiously packed a small bamboo tube of spiritual water and some eating implements. Wen Zhihao nodded, eyes bright, whenever she looked at him. Is there anything I can do for you? His voice was unexpectedly serious. Liu Jing shook her head. Young Master Cultivator, our job is to feed you. No payment is necessary. Go and enjoy your food. Yes, Aunty. Wen Zhihao took the packed lunch and went out. He made a little note in his heart, though. During his explorations so far, he had already mentally marked the locations that were well frequented and those that werent. Wen Zhihao strode to one of the secluded locations. With the sun overhead, the leaves of the tree cast a dappled shade, so it was not too hot. Wen Zhihao was settling down when he noticed movement. Looking up, he realised it was that kid from before. What are you doing in the bushes? Come out, bah. Sun Fuyu slowly slinked out. Greetings to shixiong1senior martial brotherI... Wen Zhihao smiled faintly. This shidi2junior martial brother was a bit nervous. Its lunchtime. Are you hungry? Come sit. Sun Fuyu immediately shook his head. I wont bother you, shixiong. This shidi wanted to say thank you to you for the matter before, thats all. Its fine, a small matter, Wen Zhihao said breezily. He looked at the selection of food in his box and picked out a plump meat bun. Shidi, come here. Sun Fuyu took a step closer. His eyes widened in surprise, but he was able to catch the meat bun Wen Zhihao threw at him. Easy to hold, easy to eat, okay? Sun Fuyu nodded, clutching the meat bun. Thank you, shixiong! He bowed his head and ran off. Wen Zhihaos eyes softened in amusement. Such a gentle youth...maybe that was why he was getting bullied. He hoped that he could gain some confidence in the future. But that wasnt Wen Zhihaos responsibility. Instead, his responsibility right now is to enjoy the food he had worked hard to gather! Aside from a few more meat buns, there was also rice and many accompanying side dishes, including stir-fried beef, braised pork, stir-fried garlic spinach, pickled vegetables Wen Zhihao picked up the chopsticks and tried each. Ah!! The meat was so tender, the vegetables had a slightly sweet taste, even the rice was delicate and lovely. The food gave him a burst of warm energy. Wen Zhihaos eyes curved into contented crescents. Meanwhile, Sun Fuyu finally stopped running. He harshly berated himself. Running away, how childish was that?! He couldnt help but look at the meat bun. His chest felt a little sour. It was a few years since he was taken from the streets, a few years since he had gone truly hungry. The Sect was good at feeding the younger disciples, and Sun Fuyus inedia ability was slowly increasing, meaning that he didnt need to eat as much, supplementing his body with external qi instead. But for Wen-shixiong to give him this meat bun Sun Fuyu took a bite, and the soft sweetness of the bun and the savouriness of the meat flooded his taste buds. It was good. Sun Fuyus heart quivered. What was Wen-shixiongs meaning for this? bafflinghaze: Little rabbit Sun Fuyu nibbles on his meat bun. (Give him a little heart? ??) 5. Exploration afflinghaze: thank you for all the support so far! Here''s an extra early chapter ( ^^ ) After eating, Wen Zhihao explored the various items on his new body and found that the original owner indeed had a spatial itema small ring tucked in one of the sleeve pockets. Not that there was much in it: some low-grade spiritual stones, a few jade slips, and a spare set of clothing. He placed the food box (which still had some food) inside the rings space, dusted off his butt, and went to further explore the grounds of the great Golden Sun Sect. The original owner had not seen the entire groundsfor one, he hadnt known the kitchens location. Anyway, recalling these things from the original owners memory was not as clear as recalling it from Wen Zhihaos own memory. The Golden Sun Sect was very prosperous: it had multiple large buildings and pavilions, included expansive gardens, had its own river and surrounding mountains where some of the top cultivators resided. There were many smaller courtyards, and separate halls for things such as medical supplies, spiritual stones, weapons etc. In short, the Golden Sun Sect was like a university combined with a university-town. It was a feast for Wen Zhihaos eyes: the buildings were well kept in the ancient styles, with exquisite decorations and colours. The gardens were delicate and infused with natural and sculpted beauty. He only wished he had a camera to capture the sight because there were so many photogenic spots. His fingers twitched for his phone more than once. Maybe he could figure out if there was a phone-like equivalent...But without any internet, what was the point? The cultivators, for the most part, were also very beautiful and handsome, especially those with high cultivations, i.e. they had symmetrical faces, smooth skin, clean hair, youthful looks (aside from the ones that looked old on purpose), and robes that fluttered dramatically in the breeze. While there seemed to be two separate styles of robes for the men and the women, Wen Zhihao did see some cultivators wearing the opposite, and some other cultivators skipping the uniform entirely, wearing vaguely yellow/gold robes instead. As the evening approached, though, more and more of those cultivators started appearing on the grounds. So Wen Zhihao returned to his room. The original Wen Zhihao was one of the older outer sect disciples. Unlike the inner disciples who had their own courtyards or lived in the spacious housing of their masters, the outer sect disciples were housed in the two large dormitory buildings. Each person had their own small room, which was necessary for any secluded cultivation. Wen Zhihaos room was near the top of the dormitory building, which had a lift powered by spiritual stones. The room itself was plainly furnished with a bed, cabinet, and low desk, and there was a very small private bathroom. Wen Zhihaos eyes went a bit disappointed when he looked at the wooden bed and hard pillow. He wanted the comforts of the 21st century! He sat down at the low table and took out the items in the spatial storage ring. He munched on the last of the leftover buns and washed it down with the spiritual water, and mused on what he could do. Using the spare set of clothing as a pillow was his best bet. He could look for more cloth later to pad everything else out. Then he went through the original owners jade slips. They were filled with complicated sword cultivation techniques...blah! Wen Zhihao finished university a few years ago, he didnt want to force himself to study again. With nothing else, Wen Zhihao cleaned himself up and got into bed. Hm. Lying on his side was uncomfortable, but lying on his back was not too bad. The bed definitely needed upgrades though. The rooms had good sound insulation spells; it was very quiet. In the quietness of the room, Wen Zhihaos thoughts wandered. If he transmigrated...then that meant his original body was likely dead, and the spirit of the current body was likely gone. He couldnt help but think. Would his divorced, estranged parents even care? It seemed that the original owners parents were even more absent. No one was close with the original owner, which meant Wen Zhihao didnt need to pretend to be the original. But more importantly, what about all his things back on Earth, like his beloved computer? His fingers twitched. He wanted his phone. He wanted to scroll, laugh at weakly amusing memes, and read long transmigration novels until he was tired enough to fall unconscious asleep. If he died again in this world...would he return to his original world? No, that was too risky, because what if his body in the original world was dead, and not in a coma like in some transmigration novels.was this world a novel? But he had never read a novel that had a character with his name. In that case, he needed to make sure that he wouldnt get kicked out of the sect. Neither he nor the original owner knew how to make a living outside the provisions of the sect. These thoughts spun round and round Wen Zhihaos head, without a phone and internet connection to shut them up. The only kind of reading material in the room were those jade slips that contained cultivation techniques. Wen Zhihao really felt the agonising press of last resort, nothing better to do. Maybe it was like his university textbooks and lectures: if theyre so boring, maybe he could fall asleep while reading them? He got up from bed. Wen Zhihao finally found a jade slip that wasnt about sword cultivationit was not in the spatial ring but rather left carelessly on the cabinet in the room. The reason was because this was a cultivation 101 sort of jade slip, containing the most basic of cultivation techniques: meditation. There was a spark of interest in Wen Zhihaos eyes. He quickly read over it, adding the information to his own memory. Then, he got back into bed, closed his eyes, and started to breathe in and out. His body automatically moved its qi in an act of muscle memory. Breathing in and out was a lot like counting sheep jumping over fences, or dumplings in a bowl, except it was counting qi flowing in and out of his meridians. His focus on the movement of qi and the counting slowly suppressed Wen Zhihaos chaotic thoughts, and at an unknown time, he fell asleep. 6. Sword practice? You mean *exercise*? Thanks but no thanks… Eh, what number am I up to now? When Wen Zhihao woke up, he found that his breathing was still even, qi flowing in and out like the waves on the beach. Knock knock knock! Disciple, get up! Wen Zhihao startled, his heart rate beating faster in an ingrained reaction to commands. ...Wait, why did he have to listen anyway? Wen Zhihao released a stressed breath. He got up, placed everything in his spatial storage, and sedately opened the door. Zhang Wu was an Early Stage Golden Core cultivator, dressed in the golden inner disciple robes. His face was dark with annoyance, eyes flicking with distaste over Wen Zhihaos rumpled appearance. Its time for morning sword practice. Dont delay it for everyone else! The thought of swinging a sword and doing exercise made Wen Zhihao feel tired. What if I want to become a talisman cultivator instead? The original owners memory vaguely had mention of talisman cultivators, and Wen Zhihao had also read a number of talisman cultivator novels. He could totally do that instead because all he needed to do was sit down and draw! There was a lot less sweat involved, a lot more suited to a programmer like Wen Zhihao. Zhang Wus face went from annoyance to anger. Stop making excuses! Shidi, get out this minute! Are you looking down on the Sect?? The qi around Zhang Wu fluctuated like sharp pinpricks. Wen Zhihao grimaced a little. Okay, okay, stop yelling. Ill indulge you, he thought to himself. While Zhang Wu looked like he was Wen Zhihaos age, maybe the ancient times made people angrier and more juvenile? Good! Zhang Wu said, even angrier. He turned on his foot and walked quickly. Stomped, really. Wen Zhihao followed him, mildly wondering if Zhang Wu would go into that infamous qi deviation due to his anger. Or maybe it was simply Zhang Wus nature, rather than a heart demon. The outer sect disciples sword training area was near the outer parts of the Golden Sun Sect, relatively near the Outer Battlegrounds. The field itself was a large paved square, flanked on the sides with buildings. Dull-yellow robed disciples stood in neat lines, swords in their hands, and many of them looked with unfavourable expressions at Wen Zhihao. None of this made Wen Zhihao more inclined to the idea of sword practice. Get into line! Zhang Wu said. Ah, crap. Eh, shixiong, I forgot my sword, Wen Zhihao realised. He forgot to pick it up when he lost that fight during the Intra-Sect Competition. Zhang Wus eyes went red with anger. You forgot your sword? What kind of cultivator are you??? ...I left it at the Battlegrounds, Ill return quickly. Zhang Wus eye twitched. Hurry up! Respectful of Zhang Wus inner peace, Wen Zhihao walked quickly to the Outer Battlegrounds. There was an inner sect disciple named Qian Jiarui in charge of things, and when she heard about Wen Zhihaos forgotten sword, her face took on a distasteful expression. Yes, I know exactly where your sword is. You, out of the hundreds of outer sect disciples, was the only one to forget their sword. Wen Zhihao gave a sheepish smile. This junior disciple has bothered you. The inner sect disciple passed him back his sword, and he headed back to the training field. Zhang Wu had already started everyone on the basic forms. From the glare across the field, Wen Zhihao got the message. He went to stand at the back and got into position. Wen Zhihao: Kids (Zhang Wu) these days are so strung up. Better not stress them out, it''ll be bad for their development r( ?_? )q 7. Eh, I can’t be bothered fighting. You win, ba. Thinking back to the original Wen Zhihaos memories, all outer sect disciples had weapons practice at the rise of dawn, every day. The first thing was for all the disciples to practice the dozens of basic forms. Wen Zhihao followed his bodys muscle memory and jumped to the form that all the disciples around him were doing. The sword of the original owner was a basic single-edged blade, without any adornments. Its name was simply Silver Blade, and no, it wasnt one of those swords that people underestimated, it truly was plain. Without money, a disciple could not personally acquire a new weapon, and the original owner was poor. Without skills, the Sect would not assign higher grade weapons, and the skills of the original owner were extremely mediocre. The original owner put in the hard work, but absolutely no talent. And in a world with hundreds of cultivators...hard work was simply not enough. At first, Wen Zhihao tricked himself into being amused with swinging a sword around while moving his qi at the same time. Swish! Fwoosh! Imaginary stab! But as the training progressed, the sword felt heavier and heavier, and it wasnt fun at all. Why didnt the original owner choose a lighter weapon, like a fan? Why did the original owner insist on training with the sword which he clearly had no talent for? Wen Zhihaos moves turned sloppy by the end of the basic training, completely unlike the clean and sharp movements of the other disciples. When Zhang Wu announced the next training phase, Wen Zhihao sheathed his sword in relief. In the next phase, disciples could either pair up to spar with a partner or continue solo practice. Across the square, disciples moved about, some calling out requests for duels. Wen Zhihao! Fellow Daoist Wen Zhihao! Wen Zhihao: ...What now? He turned towards the sound, standing at ease as Wang Li Wei and his group strode up to him. Now that Wang Li Wei had exchanged his dull yellow robes for golden robes, he really stood out from his gang. There was one other person in his group who also had golden robes, but Wang Li Wei had more opulent decorative and magical items and a flashier looking sword. Technically, now that Wang Li Wei was now an inner sect disciple, he didn''t need to be here during this practice session. He must have other motivations. Wen Zhihao, Wang Li Wei repeated, posing with a hand on his sword hilt. Tch, tch, the first time you arrived late. Did your defeat rattle you that much? Youre going to become one of the oldest outer sect disciples That would be true. As outer sect disciples got older, if they were unable to advance into the inner sect, many of them would decide to leave for smaller sects, or the branch sects, instead of continuing to live under the outer-sect allowance and minimal privileges. But in Wen Zhihaos point of view, the outer sect disciples lived comfortably given the Ancient China-like setting. He didnt mind being an old outer sect disciple. ...Look at him, in a daze, Wang Li Wei said to his cronies friends, smirking. Come on, lets fight. Well see whether or not today is your lucky day. How many defeats has he had already? Over twenty! Over a hundred! Over three hundred! With a shhhing, Wang Li Wei drew his sword. Lets duel. Wen Zhihao yawned. I dont care about your pissing contest. Around him, disciples jaws dropped. He...swore! Has he reached his limit? Is he going to turn into a demonic cultivator now? Wang Li Weis mouth twitched into a sneer. Are you scared? Wen Zhihao blinked slowly at the teenager. Youre stronger than me, happy? Youre a very good boy, he said in a placating tone. Hm, Im hungry...oh, I promised the Aunty Chef that I would help her Wen Zhihao gave the group a polite nod. Work hard, okay? Goodbye. With that, Wen Zhihao left the training field. Wang Li Wei was speechless as he watched Wen Zhihaos disappearing back. His face went red. What did he just say??!!!! Did he just ignore me?? How dare he! That...that Wen Zhihao! Wang Li Weis friends quickly agreed. How dare he speak like that?!! How rude!! But Wen Zhihao didnt look back. More than one person noticed Wen Zhihaos exit. Zhang Wus forehead twitching in anger at Wen Zhihaos laziness. And on the other side of the field, Sun Fuyu wanted to follow Wen Zhihao out. He wanted to know what Wen-shixiong was planning to do. But he couldnt leave, not while Wu Qingqing swung her sharp sword at him! Wen Zhihao: I, your father, am telling you to go practice nicely, okay? Thats a good boy. Wang Li Wei: !!!! ??ߩ Sun Fuyu: *thinking: ...why is he a good boy* 8. Spicy noodles and a useful flying sword Many cultivators were diligently practising in the morning, so Wen Zhihaos path to the kitchens was unimpeded. He hopped over the wall and knocked on the kitchen door to alert the workers. Ah! Youre back, Aunty Chef Liu Jing appeared behind him. Greetings, Aunty Liu, Wen Zhihao said, bowing politely. He took out the empty food box from his storage space and returned it to her. Is there anything I can do to help? Liu Jing shook her head. Young Master Cultivator, you should return to your training. I''ve already finished. Dont be polite, I can do a lot of things, Wen Zhihao said. Hey, a strong boy can help me, one of the older male workers called out. Liu Jing made a face. Old Tang, you really shouldnt Okay, okay, dont be polite, Wen Zhihao greeted Mr Tang. What can I help you with? We need to transport the ingredients for the day from the sects fields, Old Tang said. I can definitely do that. Manual labour was really straightforward. Wen Zhihao followed a group of men and women to the vegetable fields of the Golden Sun Sect. These vegetables were grown on spiritual water and thus were free of impurities and suitable for cultivators. The farmers had prepared baskets of harvested vegetables. All they needed to do was carry them back to the kitchens. However, there was a lot, and there was a section they needed to walk before they could reach the cart to load it. Thinking a moment, Wen Zhihao looked at his sword. Swords...that can fly. He thought carefully, going through the original owners memories. He gingerly injected just enough qi into the sword to make it float. Hah, success! Like that, Wen Zhihao hung the baskets of vegetables on the sword, such that they were held up by their handles. The other workers were speechless. This...this cultivator used his sword like a mere pole! Wen Zhihao easily transported the sword and hanging baskets to the cart, and then went back again to continue. With his help, it went quickly and easily, and then the cart was pulled by a horse to the kitchens. Liu Jing oversaw the arrangement of vegetables into the kitchen. Her expression was a little exasperated when she looked at Wen Zhihao. Young Master Cultivator, is there something you want? she finally asked. Wen Zhihao decided to be thick-skinned and nodded. Do you happen to have spicy noodles? I can make them quickly, Liu Jing said. "Sit, sit." Someone pulled up a seat for Wen Zhihao for him to sit down. He watched Aunty Liu Jing cook with interest: it was a live cooking video, after all. In this ancient setting, they didnt have convenient gas or electric stoves. Wen Zhihao briefly took over the task of feeding the under-stove flames with wood. The noodles were made fresh and cooked quickly in boiling water. Liu Jing quickly stir-fried some vegetables and meat and mixed in various spices. She finally presented him with a bowl of spicy noodles. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened as he smelled the rich, spicy scent. Thank you, Aunty Liu. Eat, eat, no thanks needed, Liu Jing said. Wen Zhihao slurped up some noodles. The flavours were just as good as his favourite instant noodles, but the noodles themselves were even better. Ah, such a healthy appetite, Old Tang said. You are a curious cultivator, young master. Are you sure you dont want to sit with the other cultivators in the banquet hall? another food worker asked, frowning. Wen Zhihao shook his head. Your atmosphere is much preferable. Aunty, do you have more chilli? Liu Jings lips twitched. She already made the noodles quite spicy. Fine, fine, here. Wen Zhihao happily spooned more chilli oil over his noodles and tucked in. His happily-enjoying-food expression also whetted the appetite of those around him, and so they all had noodles (with varying levels of spiciness) that morning. 9. The definitely-not-cute demonic beasts The leftovers and scraps from the food preparation for the cultivators would be used to feed the demonic beasts. Wen Zhihao volunteered to help carry the baskets of food scraps and leftovers. He went with Old Tang, once again carrying the baskets with his sword. They went via the servants footpaths that went behind the buildings. These footpaths were disguised by high fences and greenery, so they did not come across any other cultivators. The demonic beasts lived in an enclosure that included half of one of the mountains. There was a large sprawling building that went from the base of the mountain and climbed slightly up the mountain. At the lowest level was the enclosure for the baby and young demonic beasts. They were cared for by the animal-tamer cultivators. The food scraps were suitable for the young demonic beasts, as the baby demonic beasts had a special baby formula, while the older beasts hunted for themselves. Wen Zhihao went up the enclosure, his laden sword floating beside him. He looked through the lattice fence with interest. His eyes almost turned into hearts. These demonic beasts...were kittens! Kittens, in real life! That kitten was sleeping, and that kitten was being mischievous, and that kitten over there was annoying another kitten Wen Zhihao was a netizen, and he was indoctrinated by cat videos. To see such kittens and young cats in real life...too good! Screw being a sword cultivator, maybe he could be an animal-tamer type cultivator instead! Old Tang chuckled. Young Master Cultivator, perhaps you should give them their food. Wen Zhihao blinked. Yes, yes of course! There was an inner sect disciple named Huang Jialing currently in charge of the young demonic beasts. Upon recognising Old Tang and the food scrap baskets, she opened the gate to the enclosure. She and Wen Zhihao entered, and Huang Jialing quickly closed the gate behind them. Wen Zhihao could also sense a magical ward in addition to the physical fence that prevented the kittens from leaving. Be careful, Huang Jialing said, these are dangerous demonic beasts. She shooed the kittens, leading Wen Zhihao to the animals food bowls. Theyre so cute Wen Zhihao muttered under his breath. He wished she didnt shoo them away. Dont tell me you use abusive training to make them vicious? The other cultivator scowled. If you are so Buddhist, why dont you go to a temple to cultivate instead? If you can give me some recommendations, that would be good, Wen Zhihao said absently. He wandered away from the other cultivator. Carefully arranging his long robes, Wen Zhihao crouched down. Here, kitty kitty. One of the pure white kittens gave him an unimpressed look, raised its nose, and walked away. Wen Zhihao: So it turned out that they were pretty smart? Wen Zhihao took a handful of food and held it out. Do you want to eat? Youre all so beautiful A brown-furred kitten trotted over in curiousity. Meow! it said. Meow? Wen Zhihao replied, having no idea what he was saying. Here. The kitten dipped its head and ate from Wen Zhihaos hand. Wen Zhihao (inside): (R?Q)? The meaning of life, completed. With one curious kitty came another. Wen Zhihao set down all the baskets of food. While some of the kittens didnt care for Wen Zhihao, others came over to play. Old Tang watching this from outside the enclosure didnt know what to think about it. Cultivators these days...? He could only clear his throat and call out, Young Master Cultivator, I will leave you, okay? Remember to bring the baskets back! En, walk slowly, Old Tang! After Old Tang left, Wen Zhihao nodded at Cultivator Huang Jialing. They wont hurt me, you dont have to stand so vigilantly. Huang Jialing narrowed her eyes. Then I will not be responsible, she said and turned around and left him locked inside the enclosure. Wen Zhihao smiled contentedly as he petted a purring kitten. Good sleep, great food, and kittens? Blissful! Demonic beast: When I grow up, Ill be super strong! Defeat you! Wen Zhihao: *only hears meows* yes, yes, youre super cute!! (ţ 3) Demonic beast: *grrrr* (petting feels too good).Ill accept you...for now Huang Jialing: ... 10. Sun Fuyu and the Scary Demonic Beasts (kittens) Sun Fuyu was finally thrown back, defeated once again by Wu Qingqing. At least he had lasted longer this time. Wu Qingqing flicked off her sweat with distaste. Sun-shidi, good practice. Ill see you again tomorrow. She looked down on him and joined her friends again with a victorious air. Sun Fuyu lowered his gaze, not letting her see his dark eyes. Covering his mouth with his sleeve, Sun Fuyu swallowed a low-grade medicine pill to soothe away the internal damage. Wu Qingqing and her group met with Wang Li Wei and his group as they often did. Finished with that surnamed Wen already? Wu Qingqing asked. Tch! You mean that bastard Wen Zhihao! Wang Li Wei said, disgusted. He ran away? He ran away last time I met him. Did he get scared now? one of Wu Qingqing''s friends piped up. Hes such a pitiful cultivator. Hes a drain on the sects resources, Wu Qingqing said. Wang Li Wei sneered. With that attitude, it wont be long before the elders kick him out! Sun Fuyu gritted his teeth and ran over to them. If you both think youre so good, why dont you fight each other?! Wen-shixiong is above you little ants! Demonic cultivators? You all are worse! Fake white lotuses! Wang Li Weis face went red with anger. You little! Lets fight! Sun Fuyu drew his sword, and taking a lesson from Wen-shixiong, he quickly flew away. Sun Fuyu rose above the sect. He remembered that Wen Zhihao went that way...His sharp eyes picked out Wen Zhihao in the demonic beasts enclosure. ...Wait, inside the demonic beasts enclosure?! But Wen Zhihao was a sword cultivator! Sun Fuyu narrowed his eyes and descended down for a closer look. Closer, closer The demonic beasts had small, sharp teeth and small sharp claws. Despite it, Wen-shixiong was hand-feeding them and petting them. This kind of behaviour...what kind of enlightenment had Wen-shixiong obtained? It was not something Sun Fuyu was familiar with at all. Sun Fuyus fingers tangled with the lattice fence. He became wary when a demonic beast stalked up to him. He knew full well how vicious stray animals could be, and these demonic beasts were even more powerful. Wen Zhihao followed the path of the kitten/demonic beast. He was a little surprised to see Sun Fuyu. His figure seemed lonely, standing there by himself on the other side of the fence, with a look of suspicion towards the little kitten. Oh, Sun-shidi, Wen Zhihao said with a welcoming tone. Do you want to play? Come here. Sun Fuyu lowered his head. Yes, shixiong. Wen Zhihao opened the gate and quickly ushered Sun Fuyu in before any of the kittens could run out. These demonic beasts Sun Fuyu started. Cute kittens, Wen Zhihao said calmly. He patted Sun Fuyu on the back. Dont be scared of them. If nothing else, this shixiong is here, arent I? Sun Fuyus head lowered even more. En. Wen Zhihaos lips twitched. Such an obedient teenager! Parents would love such a child. He patted Sun Fuyu on the shoulderhe couldnt ruffle his hair, lest he destroyed the neat hairstyle. Wen Zhihao sat down on the ground. Sun Fuyu crouched down, his cheeks faintly red. Under Wen Zhihaos shameless bribing of the kittens with food, they gathered around the two junior cultivators and happily played. Some of them climbed over Wen Zhihaos lap, and a daring one climbed up Wen Zhihaos back, claws digging into his robes. Sun Fuyu looked at Wen Zhihaos bright eyes and teasing of the demonic beasts. When Wen Zhihao glanced at him, a quizzical look on his face, Sun Fuyu immediately looked away, focusing on a small golden-furred cat demon. But he could still feel Wen-shixiongs gaze. Sun Fuyu couldnt understand it at all. Wen-shixiong was not like this before...did he receive some kind of tribulation? Enlightenment? He still hasnt claimed my debt towards him Wen Zhihaos lips quirked up in amusement. Sun Fuyu poked at the ground, looking a little annoyed, with flushed cheeks. Wen Zhihao was sure that aunties would love him. Almost as cute as the kittens. Not long after, a gong tolled. Sun Fuyu immediately shot to his feet. Wen Zhihao glanced up at him, his other hand still ruffling the fur of one of the kittens. Going somewhere? No need to hesitate. Sun Fuyu bowed his head. Please excuse me, Wen-shixiong, I have classes! Wen Zhihao stood up and led Sun Fuyu out of the demonic beast enclosure. Study well. Yes! With that, Sun Fuyu took out his sword and flew away. Wen Zhihao watched his receding figure. In fact, he probably had classes too, but he didnt care. He graduated from university already and had no intention of attending more structured classes. Also, sitting on the ground for extended periods of time, writing with the calligraphy brush? Hed get cramped legs and probably be chased out with his shoddy handwriting. Better not return to his room where certain people can find him though, Wen Zhihao decided. All the more reason to stay here with the kittens! Sun Fuyu with cat ears and a cat tail. Wen Zhihao: *nods seriously* Very cute. Sun Fuyu: Hissss!!! Im not cute! Im a cultivator! Wen Zhihao: *turning his face away, or else hell burst out laughing* Extra chapter for all the comments, and to celebrate 100 favourites ? 11. Flying! (Definitely Not An Escape) In the early afternoon, Wen Zhihao finally left the kittens enclosure. Unfortunately, Huang Jialing wouldnt let him keep any of them. She wouldnt even let him borrow one for a few days! And dont come back! What if they imprint on you?! Huang Jialing yelled. But you said they needed a blood pact and that it cant happen randomly, Wen Zhihao thought, but was too lazy to argue. Remembering how Sun Fuyu flew on his swordand now that Wen Zhihao had reclaimed his own swordWen Zhihao finally got to experiment with flying himself. While it looked dangerous, everything was probably safe with magic qi, right? The original owners memories contained the skill to fly. First, take out the sword. Second, inject it with qi, and control it so that the sword floated. Then, stand on the sword. A little bit of qi was used to stabilise ones feet, then it was a matter of continuously feeding in qi to maintain the swords flight. Wen Zhihao soon got the hang of it as body memory kicked in. His lips curved up unconsciously. He was flying!! Hahaha, not a bird, not a plane, its him! He increased his altitude, going high up and over the rooftops. The Golden Sun Sect was even more pretty when flying overhead. The brightly coloured, well-kept roof tiles and the delicate greenery made it look like a painting. He visited the aunts and uncles who worked in the kitchen, returning empty food baskets, and received a new full food box. Wen Zhihao was pretty sure there were afternoon classes too, so with his new full food box tucked away into the storage ring, Wen Zhihao decided to escape explore the outskirts/outside of the sect. There hadnt been any great righteous faction vs. demonic faction battles in the area for hundreds of years. The natural landscape was lush and brilliant, the air clear of pollution, and the qi pure. Filtered through a mild qi shield that also helped his aerodynamics, the wind brushed through Wen Zhihaos long black hair. Flying really was amazing, and he could imagine why Harry Potter liked it when first entering the magical world. Wen Zhihao spotted a slightly clear grassy area partway up a deserted mountain, sparkling bright green under the sun. From this distance, the buildings of the Golden Sun sect were small. It was probably far away enough. Wen Zhihao descended. The rich qi made the environment correspondingly rich. The grass was just as lush as it looked, soft as a carpet. Wen Zhihao took out his spare set of robes to use as a makeshift picnic blanket/pillow and laid down. Green trees fringed his sight with the blue sky and scattered white clouds overhead. It was a shame that he couldnt take a picture. It was a shame that there was no one else he could share this view with Wen Zhihao sighed, feeling bone-weary and tired. In his previous life, and in this world...there were no close friends who would like to do this kind of thing. Ba, forget it. There was nothing urgent to do. There was no urgent deadline to keep him tossing and turning. Wen Zhihao yawned and closed his eyes. He basked in the warmth of the sun on his face. He listened to the sweet bird chirps and the wind through the trees and the sound of rushing water a little ways away. And he took a quiet nap. Wen Zhihao: Morning nap, afternoon nap, staying up late, waking up late...thats the life *nods seriously* Zhang Wu: ?_?You''re supposed to be a sword cultivator!! Wen Zhihao: *can''t hear, because he''s asleep* 12. Wet water trickled down his back… Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled light across the surface of the water. Warm mist rose from the hot springs. There was a bubbling sound of water pouring into the pool. Piles of clothes were dropped messily on the surface of a dry rock. It could be seen from the back that the figure by the water was naked, until he descended into the water, hiding broad shoulders and slim back. Long black hair floated across the waters surface. The man dipped his head under the water and rose again, flicking droplets of hot water. He let out a low sigh and leaned back against the water. Water trickled down his face, his eyelashes dark with wetness. Wen Zhihao settled into a comfortable position in the hot springs. The surfaces and floor of the hot spring were fairly smooth and even. It was probably human-made, but there wasnt anyone around. Wen Zhihao had checkedor else, how could he be brave enough to enter naked? The hot water was like a warm hug, washing away the grime of the last few days; any impurities seemed to just dissolve away. In fact, Wen Zhihao had been out on this secluded mountain for a few days already. His nap turned out longer than expected, and he didnt wake until some inquisitive birds landed on his face and tried to peck at his hair the next (?) day. He could now see why and how cultivators could go into seclusion for so long. They probably slept for ten days at a time. Anyway, since cultivators live longer than mortals, ten days was nothing. He had spent the following days exploring the area on foot and on sword, napping whenever it took his fancy, sitting on lush grass, on high tree branches, on his sword, and nibbling on steam buns kept warm and preserved in his spatial storage space. Sitting/floating in the hot pool, Wen Zhihaos mind easily slipped into thoughts. Like what to do when he went back to the Sect. With inedia, he didnt have to eat often, which cut down on food expenses. But if he wanted to stay in the Sect, he needed to contribute somehow, or train in order to contribute in the future. Since he didnt want to be a sword cultivator, Wen Zhihao needed to think of what was the minimum he needed to do to live casually. Wen Zhihao tilted his head back into the hot water. The feeling of long wet hair was amusing. There also had to be some kind of cultivation magic that kept it from tangling. His coding skills from modern earth would not get him a job here. But maybe he could be a delivery guy. A flying sword was obviously very convenient. Even cultivators needed delivery personnel, right? En, not a bad idea. With that problem solved, Wen Zhihao washed his clothes and idled the rest of the day away in the hot springs. It turned out that he could indeed fall asleep in a bath as well. And he could apparently hold his breath for a very long time by using qi to refresh the air in his lungs instead (phew! or maybe he would have died and transmigrated again to somewhere worse) When he finally exited the hot springs, his skin glowed and was not wrinkly at all. Dressing in his now dried clothes, Wen Zhihao wondered where he should go next. He took flight into the air, eyes widening when he spotted three golden robed cultivators flying his way. Their impressive auras reached Wen Zhihao before they did. The three of them slowed down upon approaching him, and all three of them gave him a look. The tallest of them had sharp eyebrows, stern eyes, thin lips, and perfect posture. Lin Yijun was the top disciple of the Golden Sun Sect, just below the Elders. Outer sect disciple, why are you here? he demanded. Wen Zhihao put his hands together. Greetings to seniors, he said politely. Shidi was practising flying. Please excuse me, I have to return back to the sect now. Lin Yijun narrowed his eyes. Very well. Wen Zhihao bowed again and flew away. Tch, one of the other cultivators said. If he was flying, then we would have spotted him earlier. A spy? Lin Yijun watched until the outer sect disciple truly entered the sect area. Later, he said decisively. He continued his flight down to the Clear Heart Hot Springs, whose water contained highly concentrated fire and water qi. Its harmony, without being explosive, made it have special healing and cultivation properties. Vials of the water were specially preserved to use to wash wounds, and a soak in the pool could heal the majority of wounds and enhance cultivation. A too-long soak though could cause cultivators minds to wash away, with multiple accounts of cultivators completely changing after staying in too long. It was a powerful place to advance cultivation but deceptively dangerous at the same time. A powerful array surrounded the area that prevented cultivators looking for it to find it: Lin Yijun and his two fellow cultivators had special tokens that allowed them access, tokens that were never handed to outer sect cultivators. Lin Yijun put the matter of the outer sect disciple out of his mind as he and his two friends descended into the pool. He had more difficult matters to think about. Meanwhile, back at the Golden Sun Sect, Wen Zhihao dropped by the Clothing Hall. There was one main cultivator in charge, and he gave Wen Zhihao a cold look. Yes? Sorry to trouble you. Do you have any soft pillows? Soft pillows? ...Or blankets? Im cold Cold. The cultivators gaze became disdainful. How weak. He must have been a soft young master. Wen Zhihao nodded. ...Very well. Because Wen Zhihao wanted normal, i.e. uncharmed blankets, the price was cheap, and he had more than enough spiritual stones to exchange. Wen Zhihao stuffed all of them into his spatial storage and headed back to his room to make the comfiest blanket nest. Author: *cough cough* I just wanted to have one of those intense descriptions of a person (typically the love interest) that a lot of stories seem to have, except it''s not a love interest, just our plain MC~ Wen Zhihao: ........(doesn''t know how he should react, eventually walks away) 13. Eh, but I don’t want to be the best sword cultivator… Knock knock knock! Disciple, GET UP! Wen Zhihao didnt want to get up from his comfy and warm blanket nest. Was there a method to use qi to circulate sound away? Knock knock knock! Wen Zhihao sighed. Wait! HURRY UP! Wen Zhihao stuffed all the blankets into his spatial storage (this was called planning!) and opened the door to see the angry cultivator Zhang Wu. Zhang Wu exploded. His qi similarly exploded out. Where have you been?!! You have missed out on all your practices and all your classes! You used to be one of the hardest working disciples. At this rate, you may as well leave! Wen Zhihao inhaled, exhaled. Breath, Zhang-shixiong. I was in secluded cultivation. That was the excuse he prepared earlier. Zhang Wu snorted and huffed and glared. Unfortunately, when he checked Wen Zhihaos cultivation, he could see that it had raised....in fact, he had reached Foundation Building1Recall that the main levels are: Qi-Refining < Foundiation Building < Golden Core ..., each with sublevels Early-stage < Middle-stage < Late-stage < Peak already! How did he pass through peak Qi-Refining so quickly? And there wasnt any disturbance around the dormitory building that would have marked the tribulation2In particular, disturbances in qi. For the higher advancements, this is can be accompanied by lightning from Qi-Refining to Foundation Building. You werent cultivating here. Hm, of course not. Too noisy. I cultivated in a secluded place outside the inner walls. Zhang Wu huffed in annoyance. So it turned out this wayward disciple had been working. Ill accept that. But now you need to come down to morning practice. Wen Zhihao sighed. I rather not. !!!!! Dont you want to be the best sword cultivator? No. Why not?! Wen Zhihao smiled. How can I ever be better than you, Zhang-shixiong? That...you! You have to try! Even you arent the best, correct? Wen Zhihao continued mildly. Is it worth it? Why do you want to be the best? Are you projecting? Zhang Wus brows became darker and darker. I dont care! Come along! Okay, Wen Zhihao agreed, too lazy to argue further. The feeling of arguing was very unpleasant. He followed Zhang Wu out to the practice field and steadily ignored everyone as he took an empty space in the rows of disciples. The other disciples shuffled a little away from him as Wen Zhihaos movements changed. Instead of the standard movements, there were embellishments, sudden slashes and stabs. And yet, the qi around Wen Zhihao remained stable, as though he was perfectly calm and in control. Is this an advanced set? one disciple thought sourly. Is this part of Wen-shixiongs new cultivation technique? Sun Fuyu wondered. Hes definitely up to something, Wu Qingqing thought. She narrowed her eyes and worked harder on her own practice because she was not going to lose to the loser Wen Zhihao. Swish, stab, fwoosh, slash When one hand became tired, Wen Zhihao switched the sword to his other hand to see how that felt. Then he held the sword with two hands. He wondered if he could do some anime sword tricks... In short, he was messing around. Wen Zhihao: *swish, slash stab!* I hope I look cool (?BoB)? Sun Fuyu: Very cool! Zhang Wu: ....... ARGGGGG!! 14. Spending time with shidi/shixiong When Zhang Wu announced the start of the next stage of practice, Sun Fuyu immediately dashed! He dodged Wu Qingqing and her group, went around Wang Li Weis group (now without Wang Li Wei who finally started to practise with the inner sect disciples), and came to a rushed stop in front of Wen Zhihao. But now he was standing in front of Wen-shixiong, Sun Fuyus resolve weakened. Sun Fuyu was scared that Wen-shixiongs days-long disappearance was because of him. What if Wen-shixiong wanted to avoid him just like everyone else? Sun-shidi? Wen Zhihao prompted, eyeing the others trying to approach them, especially those glaring at the nervous disciple in front of him. Speak freely. Wen-shixiong.can we practice together? Wen Zhihaos lips quirked up in amusement. Do you really want to? You will defeat me, Im sure. Sun Fuyu frowned, looking extremely cute. Wen-shixiong is strong! Alright, Wen Zhihao decided to indulge him. Even though he wanted to coax Sun Fuyu to make friends his own age, he had the sneaking suspicion that he didnt have friends. Sun Fuyu! Why did you run all the way here? Wu Qingqing said. Come, its time for our morning duel. Wen Zhihao! Youre not running away this time! one of Wang Li Weis friends said. Wen Zhihao smiled at these posturing teenagers. Wow, I never knew Sun-shidi and I were so popular. Okay, okay, he shouldnt tease kids but sometimes he couldnt help himself. WHAT ARE YOU ALL CLUSTERED AROUND HERE FOR? Zhang Wu shouted, stomping towards them. I said PARTNERS, not GROUP BATTLES! Scatter! You! Wen Zhihao! Who is your partner?! Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyu on the shoulder. Good, Zhang Wu said shortly. He glared at the other disciples, forcing them to grudgingly move away. Wen Zhihao wasnt so impolite as to throw away his sword practice duel with Sun Fuyu. The two stood a distance apart and began. Since Sun Fuyu refused to move right away, Wen Zhihao made the first move. His sword swung, slicing silently through the calm air. Sun Fuyu immediately burst into action. He dodged Wen Zhihao and countered. Slash! Clash! Shhhing! Sun Fuyus momentum was extremely good, Wen Zhihao slowly stepped back and back. At this point, Wen Zhihao was just dodging and deflecting Sun Fuyus sword. His robes fluttered around him. After an initial burst of fear, Wen Zhihao returned to his calm state. Sun Fuyu wasnt actually striking him. Good, good, Wen Zhihao said. After all, praising young people was good for them. I concede. Sun Fuyu immediately stopped, eyes wide. But shixiong You are much better than me, Wen Zhihao said truthfully. He could see that Sun Fuyu was controlling the momentum of the duel so that neither of them would get hurt. You should practice with someone who actually knows what theyre doing. Ah? But then what were you doing before...? Before, Sun Fuyu had seen that Wen-shixiongs practice movements were full of dangerous momentum and looked very powerful. I was making random moves, Wen Zhihao laughed. He patted Sun Fuyu on the shoulder. Im going to have breakfast now. Sun Fuyu looked at him with burning eyes. He didnt need to say anything, Wen Zhihao knew. Sun Fuyu was surprisingly easy to read. Okay, you can come with me. Sun Fuyus eyes lit up. The two of them left the practice field, with Wen Zhihao completely ignoring the eyes of the other children. Sun Fuyu followed half a step behind him, head slightly lowered, a warm feeling in his heart. This little tail followed Wen Zhihao so obediently that Wen Zhihao felt it even more important to feed him. Wen Zhihao led Sun Fuyu behind the Banquet Hall and to the kitchens. The kitchen staff looked curiously at his new follower. Wen Zhihao introduced him to all the kitchen staff. This is Cultivator Sun Fuyu. Hes my shidi, please look after him. Welcome, Cultivator Sun, the workers said politely. Sun Fuyu nodded. His eyes swept across the workers, unable to hide his unease of them. It was hard enough to talk to Wen-shixiong, yet there were even more strangers... Wen Zhihao was amused, patting Sun Fuyu on the head. Come on, keep close to me then, okay? Sun Fuyu nodded obediently. Do you want spicy noodles again this morning? Aunty Liu Jing asked, her lip curled in amusement. Wen Zhihao pretended to think deeply. How about...scallion pancakes? He turned to Sun Fuyu. How about it? If Wen-shixiong thinks its good Wen Zhihao turned to Liu Jing. Scallion pancakes, please, Aunty! Alright, alright. Theyll be ready in an hour. Wen Zhihao nodded and went to help Old Tang. Together, they helped the staff move fresh vegetables from the field to the kitchen. Wen Zhihao showed Sun Fuyu just how useful a flying sword could be. Wen-shixiong Sun Fuyu spoke up. If you have a spatial ring, then you can use that too Wen Zhihao internally face-palmed. Youre right! Youre so smart, shidi! Sun Fuyu lowered his head in embarrassment. Using his spatial ring, moving fresh vegetables was even faster. They returned to the kitchen with their harvest. Liu Jing and the other chefs soon made huge piles of scallion pancakes for everyone. Wen Zhihao made sure that Sun Fuyu had a full plate. Sun Fuyus eyes grew round at the fragrant and crispy pancakes in front of him. Say, how is your inedia? Wen Zhihao asked. How often do you need to eat? Every two or three days Wen Zhihao nodded. As expected, Sun Fuyu hadnt advanced as much yet. Its probably useful to practice inedia, in case you come upon the situation when you cant eat, Wen Zhihao mused out loud. That said, food can be used as a source of qi! After all, food contained energy, and qi was...energy. Wen Zhihao unconsciously smiled. That was a good excuse if the higher-ups ever caught him eating food too much! Sun Fuyu waited until Wen Zhihao taking a bite before picking up a pancake for himself. The smell was so fragrant, his mouth became wet with saliva. ...A scallion pancake...how long had it been since Sun Fuyu had one? This kind of food was not served in the Sects canteen (which typically served porridge and plain rice with a handful of side dishes). And before that...his family hadnt wanted to feed him at all Sun Fuyu took a bite of the pancake and then couldnt help himself in taking another bite. All too soon, the pancake was eaten. So you like them! Wen Zhihao said happily, as though he was the one who made them. Have another! Aunty Liu, thank you, theyre very delicious. Liu Jings lips twitched. Good, eat up, she said. Ill prepare a lunch box for you, yes? Wen Zhihao perked up. If she was offering, then Thank you, yes please! Can you put in some desserts too? Ill see what we have, Liu Jing said. Does Cultivator Sun also want a lunch box? Say yes! Wen Zhihao whispered loudly. Sun Fuyu and Liu Jing both felt a thread of amusement. Yes please, Aunty, Sun Fuyu said in his obedient voice. Yes, very good! Wen Zhihao praised him in his heart. Sell meng 1cutenessto Aunty Liu! After breakfast, Liu Jing returned with two filled boxes of food. Wen Zhihao immediately put his away, but Sun Fuyu dithered. Whats wrong? Sun Fuyus bottom lip trembled. I dont have a spatial ring, this wont fit Wen Zhihao frowned. Doesnt everyone have one? Sun Fuyus head lowered even more. I dont have enough spiritual stones. Wen Zhihaos mind flashed back to that bullying he saw on his first day of transmigration, when the other disciples were exhorting spiritual stones from him Wen Zhihaos eyes darkened. Alright, how about I keep it for you? We can eat together, anyway. Sun Fuyus eyes reddened. Thank you. No thanks needed, Wen Zhihao said. He also put away Sun Fuyus food box. Are you full now? Sun Fuyu nodded obediently. Okay. He smiled and ushered Sun Fuyu over to Old Tang. Old Tang, Ill carry the leftovers to the kittensI mean the demonic beastsfor you, Wen Zhihao volunteered. Old Tang agreed. Instead of carrying the baskets with his flying sword, Wen Zhihao now smartly placed them in his spatial ring. The two said goodbye to the kitchen staff and flew directly to the demonic beasts enclosure. The cultivator in charge of this section of the demonic beasts'' enclosure, Huang Jialing, was currently standing by the fence, her arms crossed as she talked to another female cultivator. ...Wen Zhihao recognised the other cultivator. She was the one who roasted him for forgetting his sword previously. When Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu landed, she clearly remembered Wen Zhihao as her brows creased. Cough. Wen Zhihao cleared his throat and turned to Huang Jialing. Were here to feed the demonic beasts, he said, taking out the basket of food from his spatial ring. Huang Jialing rolled her eyes and let them in. Dont get attached to them, she warned. After she closed the gate again, she and the other cultivator went somewhere else. Wen Zhihao set down the basket of food. Immediately, the cats came over. Wen Zhihao shamelessly crouched down and said, Did you miss me? Meow! It wasnt clear what they meant, but as they moved towards the food, they were basically also moving towards him! Sun Fuyu shot a quick look at the demonic beasts. When they mostly ignored him, he finally sat down next to Wen Zhihao. Wen-shixiong, are you planning to become a beast-tamer cultivator? Wen Zhihao fluffed up the fur on one of the kittens. Life is more than just cultivation. If I had to train them, it wouldn''t be fun at all. Also, if he trained them to be mean...then how could he have a good time playing with them? Fun Sun Fuyu mumbled to himself. Of course, this era, Wen Zhihao remembered again. The concept of teenager...probably doesnt exist. People go from child to adult And Sun Fuyu was so serious, not even playing with the kittens! Sun-shidi, do you want to go out of the Sect with me? Sun Fuyus eyes widened. But then his expression dropped. I have classes. Wen Zhihao inwardly sighed. Sun Fuyu was studious, it was probably not a good idea to convince him to skip classes. How about in the evening? We can meet...say, at the gate of the enclosure, at the start of Dog Hour (7pm)? Sun Fuyu nodded like a chicken pecking rice. I wont be late! Wen Zhihao smiled. Very good. Well be staying out overnight, so bring anything you need. Sun Fuyu nodded quickly again. Sun Fuyu treasured the invitation in his heart and even pressed down the embarrassment enough to confirm it again with Wen-shixiong when he had to leave for his classes. He felt like he was floating, lighter than ever, as he flew over to the classroom buildings. The outer-sect disciples were waiting outside. A couple of them gave Sun Fuyu dark looks. Wu Qingqing looked down on him. Back again? Did you make Wen Zhihao angry? Sun Fuyu ignored her. When they entered the classroom, Sun Fuyu took out his few note-taking materials and worked studiously. He didnt need the rich brushes and papers and ink that the other students had. His lips curled up unconsciously when he remembered the crispy pancakes he had just this morning...he bet the others here only had plain porridge at best! Those students had always lorded over him when they went out of the Sect and into town to buy things...but tonight, Sun Fuyu will be going out! 15. Shixiong gave me something??? shoutout to all the people supporting this story!! After Sun Fuyu left, Wen Zhihao decided to return to his room and sleep, since he was woken up way too early that morning! By the time he woke up, it was an hour before he needed to go. He checked that he had all the things in his spatial ring. He also skimmed over some of the jade slips. The beginner information flowed easily into his mind, as the original Wen Zhihao had already thoroughly learnt these things. As for the sword cultivation manuals...it was really too much effort to try and practice the moves. Wen Zhihao had no allusions about his level of body coordination. Before he left, Wen Zhihao stuck a sign on his door. He reached the meeting point 5 minutes or so before time and was surprised to see that Sun Fuyu was already there, carrying a folded up blanket. Wen-shixiong! Sun Fuyu immediately looked embarrassed at his outburst. Wen-shixiong, he repeated more quietly. Are we going to the town? Actually, Wen Zhihao had meant to go out to the forest, but he didnt want to make Sun Fuyu feel even more embarrassed. And...Wen Zhihao forgot that there was a town. Yes, Wen Zhihao said, That was exactly what I was planning to do. The town should be in the opposite direction of the forest-area that Wen Zhihao previously explored. Sun Fuyu smiled happily. Wen Zhihao placed Sun Fuyus things into his spatial ringwhich was starting to get full, given that it was only a small (cheap) one. The two stood on their swords and flew. Luckily there was a clear road towards the town, or else they would get lost. ...Go away! Theres no more space for you on the ox cart! ...But all my things...How about another two wen1a unit of money; a copper coin? I need to get to the town I dont want you nor your money! Go and walk! Wen Zhihao looked down at the people and the ox cart over on the road to the left that would later merge with the road the two were following. A person...needing help to carry things...offering money See, Wen Zhihao was very clear that he didnt have any normal money. If he could acquire some so that he and Sun Fuyu could actually do more than just look around in town, wouldnt that be a good thing? Wen Zhihao beckoned to Sun Fuyu and both of them descended as the ox cart pulled away, leaving a frustrated woman, her child, and their baskets of things on the roadside. Good evening, maam, Wen Zhihao greeted. Sun Fuyu echoed the greeting. The woman gave them a frightened look. G-good evening, master cultivators! How can I help you? I think we can help you, Wen Zhihao said. We can carry these things for you. We can even fly you straight to town! The woman gripped her childs hand. ...A-and.how much would that cost me? 10 wen? To be honest, Wen Zhihao had no comparison point for the ancient money. The woman shook her head. No, I wont dare do such a thing. ...Five wen? The faster you agree, the faster we can go, Wen Zhihao said. Truthfully, I need a tiny bit of mortal money...five wen is perfect. Sun Fuyu spoke up, Wen-shixiong is dependable, we really are going to the town. After tense deliberation, the woman agreed. In her heart, she knew that if these cultivators truly wanted to do something, she couldnt stop them anyway. Wen Zhihao helped tie the womans baskets to his swordhe didnt put them away into his spatial ring, because he suspected she would be extremely nervous. Sun Fuyu was smaller and looked cuter, so he had the woman and her child climb onto Sun Fuyus sword to fly to town, with them holding onto Sun Fuyus back. They flew slowly and relatively low to the ground. Eventually, the woman and child eased up a little. And then they passed by the ox-cart that previously rejected the woman. Wen Zhihao laughed at their shocked expressions, especially as they bypassed them. Where do you need to go? We can take you and these things there directly. Its no bother for us at all, Wen Zhihao said graciously and very much in a good mood. Just point the way The woman relented. She was scared when the two of them flew up higheras going over the town buildings was much faster than weaving through the roadsbut she pushed down her fear to direct them to her parents house. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu soon descended. The woman and child quickly hopped off Sun Fuyus sword, while Wen Zhihao untied all the baskets. Thank you so much! the woman said in relief. I can only afford 100 wen Five was the price, Wen Zhihao said. But Five, maam. The woman made a complicated expression but eventually gave them six copper coins. By this time, the gate of the house had opened, and an old man had come out. ...Daughter? Xiao2little Ling? Why are you here? ...Father died, grandma doesnt want us the child answered. Those cultivators They helped me here! the woman quickly answered. Wen Zhihao ignored them and gave those coins directly to Sun Fuyu. Spending money! We even got an extra wen! Its all yours. If you want more money, Wen-shixiong will try to find more work, hahaha. Sun Fuyu stared at the coins. Unlike Wen Zhihao, he did know that six wen was not a huge amountWu Qingqing often spent silver taels of money at a time (1 silver tael = 1000 wen). Even as a child, Sun Fuyu had earned more than this. But the important thing was that Wen-shixiong had given it all to him! (He conveniently forgot that he had helped carry the woman and child.) Wen Zhihao felt a little hopeless at Sun Fuyus wide-eyed expression. Come on, the town awaits us, Sun-shidi. Sun Fuyu: *carefully holds the six coins* Thank you, Wen-shixiong ?? Wen Zhihao: This kid...too easily pleased! How is he going to survive in the harsh world... (little does he know Sun Fuyu''s background) 16. Shixiong gave me more things???!!! Wen Zhihao, despite being the older one, was more curious about the town. As a transmigrator, he had only seen such lively town scenes in movies and dramas. Experiencing it was very different. For one, it was a lot more noisy and dirty. And secondly, there were all the smellsthe good and the less pleasant. There wasnt anything he wanted. Food could be had for free at the Sects kitchens, and he didnt need any other items. Wen Zhihao did listen out to the different hawkers. Small snacks could be bought for 1 wen, a bowl of meat noodles for 3 wen. The 6 wen he just gave to Sun Fuyu suddenly felt a bit small As an adult who had (had) a working job, Wen Zhihao felt depressed. Sun-shidi, this shixiong has wronged you for not having more money to give you Sun Fuyu shook his head. This amount is enough! His eyes strayed to the dessert stalls, then snapped back to Wen Zhihao. ...Too obvious! Buy whatever you want, Sun-shidi, Wen Zhihao urged. More money can be made later. Do you like those jian dui1fried sesame balls? Sun Fuyus tongue flickered out, licking his lips. He nodded hesitantly. Wen Zhihao pushed him towards the stall. Go on. Sun Fuyu ended up buying two with a red bean filling, one for himself and one for Wen-shixiong. As a child, he had seen these desserts but never was allowed to buy one and absolutely never had the opportunity to eat one. His eyes curved in happiness as he took a bite of the warm, oily pastry with its sweet filling. Then, under Wen-shixiongs urging, Sun Fuyu bought two skewers of tanghulu2hawthorn (fruit) coated in sugar. With this, Sun Fuyu had 2 wen left over, which he put away for next time. He felt settled having these two treats that he had missed out on during his childhood. Wen Zhihao mentally patted himself on the back upon seeing Sun Fuyus satisfaction. The town wasnt big, so they soon saw all the main attractions. So Wen Zhihao finally took Sun Fuyu to the forest camping ground where Wen Zhihao had slept before, completely skirting around the main Sect. Sun Fuyu cleverly started a small fire with his qi, while Wen Zhihao took out all their bedding. Are you hungry for something more? Wen Zhihao asked, taking out the food boxes. I want something savoury after those sweet things. En. Sun Fuyu waited until Wen Zhihao picked out a meat bun before picking the same thing. This place is very good for relaxing, Wen Zhihao filled the silence after they finished eating. I once slept here for days, peacefully and without disturbance. If you wanted to find a place to practice your sword in private, this place is also suitable...Oh! Speaking of swords! Wen Zhihao took out most of the jade slips stored in his spatial ring. Here, you can have these. Theyre sword cultivation manuals. Sun Fuyus eyes brightened, but he reluctantly shook his head. I cant accept them, Wen-shixiong. I bought them, but I no longer want to be a sword cultivator. Rather than selling them back and losing money, isnt it better if I give them to my shidi? I know that you can put them to much better use, Wen Zhihao urged. Dont be polite with me, and advance into the inner sect. But Take it, take it, Wen Zhihao threw them all at Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu was very fast, catching all of them before he even registered what had happened. He stared at the jade slips in his hands in disbelief. Im going to the stream nearby to wash up before going to sleep. Do as you please, shidi, okay? Wen Zhihao suppressed his laughter, afraid Sun Fuyu would take it the wrong way. Anyhow, he was glad to get those jade slips off his hands, so he no longer had the pressure that he needed to use them and not waste them. Wen Zhihao really did as he said. He washed his hands and face and completed other nightly ablutions, headed back to the campsite, curled up on his blankets and fell asleep. His qi moved in a constant gentle ebb and flow around him. Sun Fuyu dithered a little. When he realised that Wen-shixiong really had fallen asleep, Sun Fuyu finally examined the jade slips. He knew that Wen Zhihao was not one of the rich disciples, so these could not be rare cultivation manuals. These jade slips contained three common sword cultivation styles, all enough to get him to Late-Stage Foundation Building. Even though there were not unique, they were all better than the extremely basic manuals offered in the Sects Outer Library. Sun Fuyu was currently only in Qi Refining. These manuals would be really useful, and if he was smart with mixing the styles in unexpected ways, he could perhaps win a place at the next Intra-Sect competition and advance into the Inner Sect! Sun Fuyu had felt really frustrated. Even though he was a second-year disciple, he didnt have any backing like the others, and so his progress had slowed compared to the others who had access to better materials. Some of the other disciples even had the money to hire older cultivators to privately tutor them, and some disciples had family in the Sect. In contrast, Sun Fuyu was picked off the streets. As some of the other outer sect cultivators in his year liked to remind him, he had no friends, no family, no backing. He should just hand over all his spiritual stones to them. But now, holding this jade slips in his hand...It felt like a cat was pawing at his heart. Had he...somehow...become someone backed by Wen Zhihao? ...That didnt make sense at all. Unless Wen Zhihao had a secret identity... Sun Fuyu decided to ask teacher Zhang Wu to make sure the cultivation manuals were valid. For now, Sun Fuyu tucked the jade slips into his pockets and went to sleep on the opposite side of the fires embers. Wen Zhihao watching Sun Fuyu eat: ...Like a little rabbit (ţ 3) (this is all internal, of course) Sun Fuyu sees Wen Zhihao smiling indulgently at him, and quickly hides his face. a message from the author: the story that I had been co-writing, eat a mango, gift a garden, is now completed~! It''s a modern slice of life/romance with a nonbinary x male pairing, and lots of food, check it out? ?? 17. The sun rise which comes every day, probably Wen Zhihao awoke at the sound of movement. He yawned, cracking one eye open. The sky was just starting to streak with colour, and yet Sun Fuyu was already standing on the other side of the clearing, practising some standard sword forms. So very dedicated. Wen Zhihao greeted him briefly, then went lazily to the stream to wash his face. When he returned, he placed all the bedding etc. back into his spatial ring, and called out, Sun-shidi, do you want to see the sunrise with me? We can go up the mountain a little more, a high vantage point is key. Sun Fuyu immediately stopped and hurried over to Wen Zhihao. We have time to walk, Wen Zhihao said, ushering him along. After his many days here, Wen Zhihao was fairly familiar with his surroundings. The dim-but-brightening sky was surprisingly enough for him to see and navigate. Did you sleep well? Sun Fuyu nodded. Yes, Wen-shixiong. Good sleep is the start of a good day, Wen Zhihao said in a knowledgeable tone. When Sun Fuyu nodded seriously again, Wen Zhihao couldnt help but crack a smile. I hope you dont believe everything that other people say, he teased. I dont, Sun Fuyu said, his cheek puffing out slightly in indignation. I can judge whos good and whos bad for myself. Very good, Wen Zhihao praised. Continue to work hard. Not long after, they emerged in a clearing of a cliff. It wasnt at the top of the mountains, but it was still far above the plain forest below. Wen Zhihao took out some bedding again to use as a picnic blanket and sat down, legs sprawling. He patted the space next to him. Come, the sun takes a while to rise. Sun Fuyu carefully sat down, crossing his legs neatly. Wen Zhihao smiled faintly and looked at the horizon and the pinkish glowing sky. The ache in his chest eased a little. It was indeed nicer to have someone to see the sunrise with him. Sun Fuyu, however, was sneaking glances at Wen Zhihao. What are we doing here? Is there something Wen-shixiong wants me to see? Sun Fuyu followed Wen Zhihaos gaze with anticipation, but there was merely the horizon, bumpy with treetops and building tops, and the lightening sky heralding the new day. They would have to get back in time for morning sword practice. Sun Fuyu wont be able to beat Wu Qingqing yet, but he will soon. Wen Zhihao noticed Sun Fuyus restlessness. Are you hungry? I can take out our food boxes. Sun Fuyu shook his head. I dont eat before sword practice. Wen-shixiong Hm, what is it? Wen-shixiong, forgive me if I say something wrong Ask me without worry, dont be polite. This shidi would like to know...what are we doing? Is this a new cultivation technique? Aiya, is cultivation the only thing you think about? Wen Zhihao joked. He wanted to pat Sun Fuyus head but resisted. Last night, we visited the town. That wasnt cultivation, and neither is this. Wen Zhihao looked at the sky and at the peeking sun. The glow of orange-pink was slowly overtaking the dark blue of the night sky. The scenery is beautiful. Enjoy it, Sun-shidi, he said gently. Sun Fuyu stared a little at Wen Zhihaos eyes, looking calmly into the distance. Sun Fuyu lowered his eyes, and said softly, En, shixiong. Wen Zhihao felt a bit helpless at how polite and obedient Sun Fuyu was being, even though it was clear that he didnt understand what Wen Zhihao meant. But Wen Zhihao was too lazy to explain, what with the sunrise happening right now. Hell have to make it up to Sun Fuyu later. Back when he lived in the city, seeing the sunrise was virtually impossible. Tall buildings blocked the horizon, and lights and air pollution cheapened the rise of the sun. Not to mention that Wen Zhihao was either asleep whenever the sun rose or was already working (or working all through the night). In this xianxia world, Wen Zhihao wondered whether or not the sun was the same nuclear ball of plasma, or whether the sun was a literal god or something. The memories of the original Wen Zhihao were not particularly helpful. He wanted to capture the sunrise with a camera again...or was that a weird 21st-century habit? The sunrise (probably) came every day unless there were OP xianxia things that disrupted it. Unlike how restrictive his life had been, now, Wen Zhihao could come here every day to see the sunrise in person, which was much more immersive than in a picture. Streaks of sunlight lit the forest canopy bright green against the shadowed darkness, pulling Wen Zhihaos thoughts back to the present. Light spread across the landscape, long shadows shortened. The leaves rustled, and birds tweeted, and roosters crowed off in the distance. The sun rising every day was part of the rhythm of life. It was so common, yet so fundamental to the flourishing of nature on earth. The sun was bursting with energy and vitality and even qi. As it rose higher and higher, the dark blue sky faded to light blue. A vague feeling caught in Wen Zhihaos chest as the sensation of the suns qi spread across his face. He felt like a plant capturing the sunlight, except that he didnt need more qi, and it was threatening to overflow inside of him. Something on the ground glinted as the suns rays alighted upon it, almost as bright as a star. Wen Zhihao leant over and picked it up. It was a rock with smooth glass-like sides. It was in fact a dark grey colour, but when the light reflected from it, it was very bright. I wonder Wen Zhihao imagined grasping the overflowing warm qi in his body, drawing it down to his hand and out into the rock. The too-full-on-qi feeling in his body dissipated as the rock warmed and began to glow softly. The corners of Wen Zhihaos mouth turned up. Haha!! Unexpectedly, it worked! If he needed night lamps, he could just do this: it was like the garden lamps that used solar panels to charge up during the day, so that they can emit light during the night. It was a good cost-saving measure! The small capitalist side of Wen Zhihaos brain also added, Do cultivators use lamps? Do mortals use them? These can be sold, no risk of fire, no harmful smoke! He turned to show it to Sun Fuyu. Who knew when Sun Fuyu had turned to look at him: his light brown eyes were a little dazed, staring at the glowing rock in Wen Zhihaos hand. Wen Zhihaos eyes softened. Here, Sun-shidi. Sun Fuyus eyes widened. Wen-shixiong, this shidi does not covet Then I should discard it here then if you dont wish for it, and well see whose fate it is to pick it up, Wen Zhihao said, teasing him. As expected, Sun Fuyu immediately changed his tune, swallowing. Wen-shixiong he said, sounding wronged. Okay, I really should stop teasing him! Here, take it and do as you wish with it, Wen Zhihao said. He took Sun Fuyus hand and pressed the stone into his palm. Then, he kindly looked away, so that Sun Fuyu wouldnt feel undue pressure. By now, the sun was fully above the horizon. Thank you, shixiong, Sun Fuyu said in a quiet voice. His fingers curled around the stone. He could feel Wen-shixiongs qi emanating gently from it, even and warm. Aside from the sect scouts who had first brought Sun Fuyu to the Golden Sun Sect to train, Wen Zhihao was the first person to give him multiple things like this He sneakily glanced at Wen-shixiong and looked away in embarrassment when Wen-shixiong smiled back at him. Meanwhile, back at the sect: Zhang Wu stood outside Wen Zhihaos door, meaning to collect him early for once. Except there was a sign stuck on the door in poorly written characters: In secluded cultivation, dont disturb! Zhang Wu: (s㧥)s ߩ 18. Must make money…? Or not. Yeah, let’s not. After Wen Zhihao sent the studious Sun Fuyu back to the sect, Wen Zhihao went back to the forest with the excuse that he wanted to continue to cultivate in nature. That trip to the town with only six wen between them and the fact that Sun Fuyu didnt have a spatial ring started to gnaw at Wen Zhihao. He didnt have money. Wen Zhihao was the kind of person who read webnovels, which was why he understood what had happened when he first transmigrated. Unfortunately, from memory, people who transmigrated to Ancient China-like settings typically gained money and power from either food (cooking well), medicine, or were transmigrated directly into the imperial palace. While those who transmigrated into cultivation settings either made highly sought-after magical treasures or became extremely great cultivators who basically had money and treasures thrown at them before, during, and after dangerous missions, to the point that money was not worth thinking about to them. Wen Zhihao could not do any of those things, and thus Wen Zhihao worried. A tight anxiousness clawed up Wen Zhihaos throat. He needed to make money! He needed to find someone to work for or become a private business owner. He needed money so that he could buy Sun Fuyu anything he wanted, so that he could buy himself the biggest spatial ring the Sect had, so that he could have all the magical ornaments that everyone in the sect was supposed to have, so that he could build a big fancy house Wait. He didnt need to do all those things. Money? He was living quite well already! Power? Comes responsibility!! He simply needed enough money to be able to buy some good food and random trinkets in town for Sun Fuyu. He simply needed enough spiritual stones to help Sun Fuyu buy a spatial ring (and maybe buy himself some more soft blankets for Important Sleeping reasons). To acquire mortal money, Wen Zhihao had already decided to work as a deliveryman and make those small glowing lights. As for spiritual stones, he thought back to the memory of the original Wen Zhihao. There were a number of ways that spiritual stones could be obtained. Firstly, he could make them. Except the original didnt know how, and who was he kidding, he wasnt a genius with bucket loads of qi to spare. Secondly, there were tasks and missions that cultivators could do, both for their sects and other sects, that were paid in spiritual stones. There were a lot of defeat the demon, eradicate the ghost, deal with the rumours of hopping zombies type missions, which Wen Zhihao immediately dismissed. Instead, he thought about the collect type missions and the help type missions. Collect rare herbs, rare ingredients, rare rocks and items. Help a senior cultivator prepare basic materials, act as their assistant, be at their beck and call. Since Wen Zhihao was in the forest...those collect missions would be best. There had to be a lot of spiritual herbs around here! And there was that special hot spring from a while ago. That water felt especially good, it probably had some magical properties. Unfortunately, no matter how hard Wen Zhihao looked (which wasnt that hard), he couldnt find the hot spring anymore. Maybe its a moving hot spring. Wen Zhihao had seen such moving bodies of spiritual water in supernatural stories in his life on earth. Which led Wen Zhihao back to his other thought of collecting herbs. Unfortunately, the original Wen Zhihao was not only bad at physical sword cultivation, but was also a mediocre theoretical student, so any memories about herbs were extremely vague, and there was neither phone nor internet to search anything on... Ah, forget it. He might head to the Missions Hall instead... ...Later, after having a nap first. Zhang Wu seethed all the way to the training ground. He soon spotted the junior disciple Sun Fuyu flying quickly over. Wait...arent those two friends? The morning training hadnt yet started, so Zhang Wu called Sun Fuyu over. Sun-shidi, do you know where Wen-shidi is? Sun Fuyu blinked. Wen-shixiong returned to secluded cultivation in nature he said softly. Hesecludedarrgg! Zhang Wu pulled back his temper. It wasnt Sun Fuyus fault. Zhang-shixiong, I have a request. What is it? Zhang Wu said shortly. Sun Fuyu took out some jade slips. Requesting Zhang-shixiong to determine their authenticity. Zhang Wu did so since he certainly did not want any of his charges to go down the wrong path. He quickly checked the jade slips. They all had proper markers that showed that these jade slips were made, refined and validated by the Sword Cultivation Hall in the sect. These are standard sword manuals, Zhang Wu said, passing them back. You can acquire identical ones from the Sword Cultivation Hall. This is very good that you have finally bought them, they will help in your cultivation. Sun Fuyu bowed. Thank you, Zhang-shixiong. I will work hard. Very good. Get into line. Zhang Wu crossed his arms and huffed. If only that slacker Wen Zhihao was as dedicated as Sun Fuyu! Later, after having a nap, Wen Zhihao returned to the Golden Sun Sect, once again passing those three senior cultivators with the heavy qi auras. Wen Zhihao smiled politely at them as their swords passed by each other. In his heart though, Wen Zhihao made a note to himself: Next time, lets go to a different part of the forest. Wen Zhihao found the Missions Hall and went inside. In the Missions Hall, a number of inner sect disciples sat behind low tables with round glass balls in front of them. Using these balls, they would display various requested tasks. Good afternoon, Fellow Daoist, Wen Zhihao greeted one of the admin disciples. The male cultivator glanced at him, eyes bored. What type of mission are you looking for? Collecting herbs, please. After a moment, the male cultivator droned, Cultivator An is looking for two leaves of the Z plant, Cultivator Bai is looking for five grams of the Y plant Wen Zhihao stared at the floating text, without pictures, in a daze. He didnt recognise the name of the plants at all, they just sounded miscellaneous to his ears, they may have well been unknown random variables x, y, z. Which task do you want? Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. Troubling you, are there any cultivators or mortals needing someone to carry things for them? The male cultivator clearly thought Wen Zhihao was stupid. Senior cultivators have spatial rings, junior. If you dont want a mission, stop wasting my time! Wen Zhihao cringed. I wouldnt have to waste your time if there was a public notice board with the missions listed, he muttered under his breath. In a louder voice, he apologised to the male cultivator and left. Forget that too, ba! In fact, outer sect disciples had a small allowance of spiritual stones each month. As long as he didnt spend any of it, he could save them up. But that didnt mean that could completely shake off his failure. And he was no longer in the mood to try and earn mortal money. Instead, he jumped on his sword and flew out a different direction instead. Sun Fuyu carefully held the sword cultivation jade slips, deeply touched...If he knew that Zhang Wu was cursing Wen Zhihao, its unknown what would happen to Zhang Wu. 19. Ooooh, you’re in trouble~….? After a few days sulking relaxing in the forests, helping carry an injured stranger dressed in black back to the nearest mortal town, and helping an illiterate person read out a letter in that town, Wen Zhihao finally returned back to the Golden Sun Sect. Seeing all the daily lives of others, plus the nature therapy, washed Wen Zhihaos stress away. His qi became calm once more. He decided to go back to the Outer Sect Library and find something interesting to learn. Wen Zhihao sort of missed the long rabbit hole searches down online encyclopaedias. He couldnt sleep all the time, after all. Unfortunately, before he could enter the library, Zhang Wu ambushed him. You! Disciple Wen Zhihao! Zhang Wu grabbed him by the arm. Missing out on the compulsory morning practice, do you want to be kicked out of the Sect?!! Im taking you to see the Elders! Zhang-shixiong, I was going to the library Stop speaking! Zhang Wus face was heavy with annoyance. Wen Zhihao shook his captured arm. Then I will follow Zhang-shixiong obediently, no need to drag me like a criminal. Zhang Wus complexion worsened, but at least he let go of Wen Zhihaos arm. The Elders had quarters at the center of the Golden Sun Sect, in the most majestic set of buildings. Zhang Wu led him to the Elders Receiving Hall. An inner sect disciple stood at the front door to the Hall, and only after the prior group left did he let Zhang Wu and Wen Zhihao enter. Wen Zhihao looked around the Hall curiously. Here, the qi was extremely dense, almost suffocatingly so. He wanted to cover his nose and mouth with his sleeve to filter the qi, except that would be impolite. The Hall was deep red and gold and filled with intricate patterns that emanated power. At the front of the Hall, five Elders sat, four at the same level and one elevated. They all wore golden robes that literally shone with qi. There were basically two types of elders: three of them who had white hair (two with white flowing beards) and overall looked very old; while the other two looked otherworldly young, though their much-too-serious facial expressions gave their ages away. This disciple greets the Elders, Zhang Wu said. Wen Zhihao hurried to copy him, bowing deeply. Speak, the young-looking Elder on the left said. This Elder had a heavy presence, and no gender could possibly be assigned to them. Zhang Wu bowed again. This disciple over here is Wen Zhihao. He has been avoiding compulsory morning sword practice for over three weeks, and when he does come, he does not take it seriously! Asking Elders to give judgement! Oh. Fuck. Luckily he knew how to talk polite and courteous to bosses! The young-looking Elder flicked their eyes to Wen Zhihao. Speak. Wen Zhihao bowed. It is true, I have been avoiding morning sword practice. I have recently received enlightenment, understanding that sword cultivation is not suitable for my disposition. Asking Elders to transfer me to a different cultivation method. Acceptable. State your choice. Wen Zhihao had to quickly think. He could become a demonic beast tamer type cultivator, but then again, he had no interest in training them to become cruel attacking beasts. And he wasnt sure if the animals remained cute...Instead, there was another one that he had thought about before: This little one asks to be trained as a talisman cultivator. The young looking cultivator turned their head slightly to look at the old-looking female Elder. Elder Liu Ru. Elder Liu Ru looked at Wen Zhihao. Probationary. Child, head to the Talisman Hall and register. She pulled out a paper token. It flew to Wen Zhihaos side. Wen Zhihao politely accepted, thanking the Elder. Done, said the young-looking cultivator. Thank you for your judgement, Zhang Wu said. Wen Zhihao echoed his words. The two of them exited the Hall. They were many steps away when Zhang Wu gave him a sour look. Switching to talisman cultivation, what a waste! Wen Zhihao blinked. Zhang-shixiong, are you implying that talisman cultivators are worse? Zhang Wus face turned ugly. You!!! When Elder Liu sees that you are a slacker, then youll be sorry! Wen Zhihao sighed lightly. He patted Zhang Wu on the arm. Zhang-shixiong, be careful or you might suffer from qi deviation. Is cultivation not about cultivating your internal self? Why does Zhang-shixiong worry so much for a white-eyed wolf like me? Take a deep breath and release your anger into the air Despite himself, Zhang Wu followed Wen Zhihaos instructions and immediately felt better. But he was still angry at this Wens pretentiousness. Take another deep breath and slowly release it...Doing exercise can also calm the mind. Zhang-shixiong, can you take me to the Talisman Hall? This shidi has forgotten. Zhang Wu spluttered. ...Shameless! Nonetheless, Zhang Wu helpfully took Wen Zhihao to the Talisman Hall. Hmm, a little tsundere? Wen Zhihao inwardly smiled. This shidi is indebted to you. Zhang Wu gave him a pompous look. As you should be! He glared one more time and hurried off. Wen Zhihao entered the Talisman Hall. The Talisman Hall had relatively low ceilings and was brightly lit with glowing talismans. In the foyer, a bored looking inner sect disciple was sitting behind the counter and drawing some practice talismans. He looked up lazily. Hello, what does the fellow daoist want? Wen Zhihao showed him the paper token given by Elder Liu. Elder Liu has ordered me to register. The other cultivator straightened up a little, pulling out a sheet of paper. Write down your name and place a dab of your qi here Wen Zhihao did so, wrinkling his nose at the difficulty of using a brush to write instead of a pen. After he dabbed some qi, words appeared: Fire Root, Foundation Building, Early Stage. Foundation Building? When did he reach that? The original Wen Zhihao was at the Qi-Refining level, and the new Wen Zhihao now hadnt done any cultivation at all since he came. Weird...maybe simply breathing in qi-heavy air improves the body? After all, there was a reason why qi-heavy places were highly sought after and typically reserved for only the top cultivators. The receptionist cultivator took the paper. Cultivator Wen, you are a fire root wanting to be a talisman cultivator? Most fire roots are suitable for sword cultivation. Wen Zhihao: . No idea what roots mean, ba! It wasnt like a root meant he could naturally manipulate the corresponding element, wrong kind of fantasy! Is there anything else? Wen Zhihao said instead. En. Here, these are the beginning manuals. Two jade slips, a stack of talisman-writing paper, brush, ink and inkstone was pushed towards Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao placed them all in his spatial ring. Are there any introductory classes? The male cultivator gave him a weird look. You are already Foundation Building. Have you not attended the compulsory outer sect classes? Ah, yes, of course, I forgot, its been awhile, thank you. Elder Liu will contact you for your aptitude test. You may go. Wen Zhihao bowed and left. Finally, he was able to return to his room! He took out all the blankets, piled them on the bed, and took a well deserved nap. 20. Now I’m a talisman cultivator! (Skipping sword practice! *victory V sign*) The next morning, Wen Zhihao headed to the kitchens. To his surprise, Sun Fuyu was there. Shixiong! Sun Fuyu called out. Where were you? Aunty Chef Liu Jing gave Wen Zhihao a slightly disapproving look. Cultivator Sun has been coming here for the last few mornings. Wen Zhihao immediately felt guilty. I was in...secluded cultivation. Why werent there things such as phones? If there was, Sun Fuyu could have sent Wen Zhihao a message, or vice versa. In fact, meeting people seemed to be really complicated in this ancient world. Sun Fuyus expression eased into embarrassment. Oh. His head dipped down. Wen Zhihao was even more guilty. He couldnt resist the urge to pat Sun Fuyu on the head. Sorry, I should have told you. Dont worry about your shixiong, I will do my best not to die! Has Sun-shidi worked hard the last few days? The warmth from Wen Zhihaos hand spread across Sun Fuyus head. Words became stuck in Sun Fuyu''s throat. Finally, he nodded and said a single, En. Then you deserve something yummy to eat, Wen Zhihao said. He looked meaningfully at Liu Jing. Liu Jing smiled in amusement. I will make some dim sum. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened more than Sun Fuyus. Thank you, aunty! Thank you, aunty, Sun Fuyu echoed. Liu Jing rolled her eyes. Go, go help Old Tang. As they helped Old Tang move goods around, Sun Fuyu spoke quietly to Wen Zhihao. Youve missed sword practice latelyCultivator Zhang is angry at you. Wen Zhihao laughed sheepishly. Actually, he pulled me in front of the Elders yesterday. Sun Fuyus eyes widened in horror. The Elders? Yes, I will now skip all sword practices! Because Im now a talisman cultivator! Sun Fuyus stomach dropped. If Wen-shixiong was now a talisman cultivator, doesnt that mean they have no reason to speak with each other anymore? Wait, Sun Fuyu still owed Wen-shixiong a debt from last time Hey, hey, why the sad face? Wen Zhihao poked Sun Fuyus soft cheek. ...We wont have sword practice together anymore Sun-shidi, be truthful, I am terrible at sword practice. This way, Cultivator Zhang doesnt need to see my horrible sword form. Then...then Ill become a talisman cultivator too! Sun Fuyu, Wen Zhihao said seriously, You have good swordsmanship. If I became a...crafting cultivator, would you still want to be a talisman cultivator? Sun Fuyu showed a frustrated expression. Wen-shixiong Next time, Ill tell you if I go into secluded cultivation. How about we take trips out every week, like we did a few days ago? Okay? Wen Zhihao coaxed him. In the meanwhile, work hard, and Im sure youll advance quickly. Im certain you will be able to become an inner disciple at the next Intra-sect competition! Sun Fuyu went from bright to determined. If Wen-shixiong said it, then it was true! Yes, shixiong! Good. Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus head. At the end of the conversation, they had finished helping old Tang, and aunty chef Liu Jing had finished the first batch of stepped dim sum. Now eat, so youll have a lot of energyer, qifor your classes. Wen Zhihao thanked Liu Jing and handed Sun Fuyu a plate of dim sum and dipping sauce. Sun Fuyu nodded decisively. Yes, Wen-shixiong! Liu Jing watched the two youths eating, barely able to suppress an exasperated smile. It made her remember that cultivators were not all serious and stiff-faced. In fact, many of them were just like children Wen Zhihao: Hey, Im not a child! I was an adult who earned money and paid taxes!!! Liu Jing: Youre not doing that now, are you? Wen Zhihao: . I concede.... 21. Bullying attempt….N/A! Wen Zhihao spent the next few days slowly going through the introductory talisman cultivation manuals. At first, he stayed in his room to study, but with the nice blue skies, he decided to head outside to the Sect Gardens, haphazardly using the flat surface of his food box to write. As he expected, a lot of basic talisman cultivation was drawing symbols on paper. Of course, anyone randomly drawing symbols does not make a talisman cultivator: he had to inject qi as he drew the lines to make a spell. Wen Zhihao had attempted to first practice drawing the talisman lines, and then move onto injecting qi, but then he got bored and attempted both at the same time. To his surprise, despite his wonky drawing, the talismans still seemed to work? They emitted light as expected, warmth as expected, activated little qi shields as expected. Maybe they werent as good as proper talismans, but Wen Zhihao didnt have any to compare, so \_()_/ Lately, Wen Zhihao was trying to see just how messy he could make the talisman drawing and still have it work. As far as he could tell, as long as the lines that should touch each other touched each other, and the lines that shouldnt touch didnt touch, it seemed to work. (Wen Zhihao was not testing whether effectiveness was reduced or not.) In short, it was fine if Wen Zhihao drew them lazily. No need for fancy calligraphy. Pleased with himself, Wen Zhihao packed the writing things back into his spatial ring, and tilted his face up to enjoy the sun A clatter of footsteps and turbulent qi interrupted Wen Zhihaos doze. Wen Zhihao!!! Napping?!!! How lazy!! The now-inner-sect cultivator Wang Li Weis voice disrupted the peaceful environment. Wen Zhihaos eyes scrunched at the shadow under his eyelids. He opened his eyes. Wang Li Wei stood very close to him, blocking out the sunlight. Fellow Daoist Wang, the gardens are to be enjoyed peacefully. Wang Li Wei sneered. I heard you were dragged in to see the Elders. Looking at Wang Li Weis face now, in fact, it looked a bit similar to one of the old male Elders. Is one of them your relative? Wang Li Wei puffed up his chest. My grandfather is Elder Wang Sheng! Hes the strongest sword cultivator! You can only dream of being even half as strong as him, even if you cultivated for a thousand years!! Heh, maybe I should tell him that youre slacking off! Wen Zhihao blinked. He didnt speak at all. It was Elder Liu that accepted me. Wang Li Wei froze. Elder Liu? But why... Wen Zhihao nodded. Cultivator Wang, is there actually anything you need me for? Is there any problem youre facing that youre trying to push onto me? The more Wen Zhihao thought about it, the more it felt true. He remembered randomly reading on the internet once that bullies often had home problems. Maybe Wang Li Wei felt pressure from his powerful Grandfather Elder who belittled him, and so he went out and belittled others in turn. Wen Zhihao motioned to the space next to him. Come, take a seat, we can discuss your issues. Its not good to have heart demons as cultivators, after all. Wang Li Wei spluttered, his face going red. I dont have any issues or problems! Thats you! Thats right, Wang-shixiong is more powerful than you! one of the followers agreed. Wen Zhihao stood up, bringing himself to Wang Li Weis height. Does it matter? I Seeing Wang Li Weis little brothers around him, in hindsight, of course Wang Li Wei would not admit anything that would make him seem weak. Wen Zhihao shrugged. Youre all too noisy, Ill go somewhere else to sleep. Maybe you could all take a nap too. With an airy wave, Wen Zhihao walked through the group, deciding to head back to his room. He recently learned a silencing-spell talisman, but it only worked in spaces with pre-existing walls. Behind him, Wang Li Weis hands curled into fists. I dont have any problems! Youre the one with the problems! He hated how, despite everything, Wen Zhihao had remained calm, acting like Wang Li Wei was his son! What happened to the easily-provoked Wen Zhihao? We should teach him a lesson, one of his friends said. Wang Li Wei only felt more anxious and annoyed and angry. He felt like he had lost face in front of the others. Wu Qingqing was right, must have Wen Zhihao received some kind of powerful magical weapon that gave him the nerve to act like a little lord. In that case, Wang Li Wei needed to get so strong that Wen Zhihao could only kneel at his feet! And then his grandfather would be proud of him too! Forget him, hes nothing but trash, Wang Li Wei said reluctantly. I have sword practice with Senior Cultivator Zhao later. All inner sect disciples were accepted by a senior cultivator to mentor. Senior Cultivator Zhao was a powerful sword cultivator. While Wen Zhihao flailed around with the outer sect disciples, Wang Li Wei will learn the Shining Sword Style from Senior Cultivator Zhao! Meanwhile, back in his room, Wen Zhihao yawned and flopped on his stomach, completely undisturbed by Wang Li Wei. As you may have noticed, I changed the novel cover! The xianxia styled one, vs the sleepy salted fish one! Which one do you prefer? I feel like the sleepy fish one is more true to what this story is about ?? 22. Making pocket money Elder Liu sent a flying letter to Wen Zhihao, saying that she could test him in a month. In a month! That was far away enough that Wen Zhihao did not yet need to cram. He felt that it was quite carefree. In the late morning on the day where he had scheduled to have dinner with Sun Fuyu, Wen Zhihao leisurely went to one of the mortal towns. He had with him a collection of pretty glowing pebbles and glowing flowers, intending to sell them cheaply to earn some pocket money. It was the same town as where Wen Zhihao had carried that randomly injured person dressed in black a week ago. There was no sign of the man so he must have left already. Good morning, master cultivator, the illiterate man, surnamed Li, greeted. Good morning, Wen Zhihao said politely. If Master Li can help me. Old Li snorted, What, master? Old Li couldnt help be flattered though. I will do my best to help. Wen Zhihao took out a glowing stone and a glowing flower from his spatial ring. These are items that Ive made. Both of them can shine brighter and more evenly than a candle, and will last at least a week. A week was how long Wen Zhihao had tested some earlier ones for. Even in the daylight, one could see how these items shone. I want to sell them for...one wen each. The calm and steady light is very suitable for anyone who has to work at night, such as scholars, since there is no fire hazard. Old Li rubbed his chin. Hmmmmm. Wen Zhihao lifted his sleeve so that the two items were in shadow. See? Are there any scholars in town? There are. Old Li ended up taking him to the only bookstore in town, where scholars gathered. It was a very small bookstore, with the four essentialspaper, ink, inkstone, brushas well as some other items such as popular books, candles and oil lamps. The group of scholars gathering in the book store today were mostly young men and some slightly older men. They all bowed politely when they saw Wen Zhihao dressed in distinct robes. What problem is the Master Cultivator investigating? one of the young scholars said naively. He was subtly jabbed by another scholar a moment later. Wen Zhihao smiled his salesman smile and pulled out a bunch of glowing flowers. These flowers will last at least a week, glowing brightly like a small sun. Put them on your table and study and write at ease at night, no eye strain, no flame hazard, no smoke. I can demonstrate. Wen Zhihao went towards a relatively dark corner of the bookstore, i.e. the furthest away from the front. Scholar, please open and read a book. The young naive scholar did so curiously, while Wen Zhihao held a glowing flower over the book. Oh! Its almost like the day! The contrast between the letters and paper is so clear! Master Cultivator, this flower is very beautiful, its petals delicate and glowing like the moon. This made the other scholars interested too. Wow, youre right for once! The young scholar pouted. Dare you say that again! These are one wen each, if you buy five, I can give one for free! Wen Zhihao said. He pulled out more flowers and stone glowing stones too. Of course, I can infuse light in other items too if you desire, one wen per item. The scholars didnt look much at the stones, but they liked the flowers. And it was very cheap, so even these relatively poor town scholars could afford it easily. Just like that, Wen Zhihao earned 10 wen. He didnt sell any of the stones, but he decided he could just use them himself. Can you make a lamp glow as though its lit? an older, more refined looking scholar asked. Wen Zhihao nodded. Of course! Since the glow of these is continuous, it is also suitable for indoor locations that do not get enough sunlight. I can do it right away. The scholars all watched curiously as Wen Zhihao powered a few ornate looking lamps with sunlight. However, since the scholars had no qi foundation, they had no idea how it was happening. Doing this wasnt a problem for Wen Zhihao, sunlight-qi was free! And it meant that these items were all powered by solar power, very green energy. Ill come back here in a week, you tell me if there is anything wrong, Wen Zhihao told them. It definitely made him sound more credible too. Things in a small town spread quickly, and in fact, Wen Zhihao was soon powering up miscellaneous items for one wen each just for the novelty, as many townsfolk didnt want to miss out on the new fad. Sadly, no one wanted his poor stones By the end of it, Wen Zhihao collected a total of 30 wen! Five times more than last time, Sun Fuyu should be even happier with this! With that, Wen Zhihao happily returned to the Golden Sun Sect. Somehow...making money to give others felt good? Not having to worry, money-wise, about the roof over his head also felt good? In the evening, Wen Zhihao met Sun Fuyu at their designated meeting spot. Wen Zhihao dropped all the copper coins in Sun Fuyus hands. For Sun-shidi! I know you worked hard cultivating this week. Sun Fuyus eyes glowed. Thank you, Wen-shixiong! Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyus head. Spend it on whatever you want. Sun Fuyu''s fingers curled over the coins, his eyes smiling as he nodded. Just as before, the two spent some time perusing the town, ate some yummy food, and camped out in the forest. In addition to the fire that Sun Fuyu created, Wen Zhihao also set out some glowing stones, creating a warm glow in the forest. They talked about the food they ate, about the topics Sun Fuyu was learning. Wen Zhihao admitted his failed attempt at finding a plant-picking mission to earn spiritual stones, but Sun Fuyu was too polite to laugh. I can help Wen-shixiong! Sun Fuyu said instead with determination. Wen Zhihao smiled. Theres no need. After all, youre busy cultivating, and Im learning talisman cultivation now. I can sell talismans if I really need spiritual stones. Sun Fuyu slumped. Okay Wen Zhihao laughed, rubbing Sun Fuyus head. But Ill keep your offer in mind, okay? Okay Like a little dejected rabbit, Wen Zhihao thought. Its getting late. Lets go to sleep, Sun-shidi. You can cultivate some more tomorrow. As the fire died down to embers, Wen Zhihao yawned as he snuggled into his makeshift bed. With his eyes closed, he breathed in the pure earthy qi-filled air. Sun Fuyus own qi slowly stabilised as he drifted off to sleep. Wen Zhihaos own mind started to drift. This is the life, he thought contentedly. I hope this peace lasts a long time. A few nights later, a dark-robed man strolled down one of the streets in a mortal town near the Golden Sun Sect. Despite the night, the man could see clearly. However, seeing steady light coming from some of the town windows piqued his interestcandlelight and firelight both flickered, yet this light did not. Cloaking himself in the night, he poked his head through one of the windows and blinked in astonishment. On the scholars desk was a glass vase with a handful of glowing flowers. He could sense the warm sun qi emanating from them, along with a particular signature. The same signature as that Golden Sect cultivator who found him in the forest over a week ago Yet this item was sitting benignly in a poor mortal home. Not just one mortal home, but many in the town. How baffling.was that cultivator truly a righteous cultivator? They would never be so charitable, the man thought a little bitterly. Or maybe that cultivator was just naive, given that he had actually helped the dark-robed man without even realising who he was. All I want is a little of the good life... 23. More talisman work! (How many corners can I cut?) The warm late summer turned into a chilly autumn. Wen Zhihaos life fell into a comfortable pattern, as he enjoyed sleeping, kittens, did a little bit of talisman study, made a good amount of money selling glowing items, and took weekly trips out of the sect with Sun Fuyu. Unfortunately...time passed and it was now approaching his talisman cultivation test with Elder Liu Ru. Wen Zhihao grudgingly stopped napping in the garden in order to cram. Over the last few weeks, he had in fact already finished reading through the introductory jade slipsby the power of not having the internet and forums to distract him. He felt that his focus had definitely increased. As he was not one for re-reading textbooks as a study method, Wen Zhihao instead went to the Outer Sect Library and found different low-level talisman cultivation manuals there too. The problem was that a lot of basic talismans were complicated, with fancy flicks and swirls that could either be embellishments or extremely necessary. So Wen Zhihao went down the rabbit hole of how-to-write-talismans-more-easily. (He tried not to think about how going down that rabbit hole probably took more time than if he simply slowly wrote the complicated talismans...) The problem was that talismans were handwritten. And at least according to the manuals, the written form should display power! Elegance! Profoundness! And each copy should be the same! But as a 21st century person...if he wanted to make things the same, he would use a computer. Use software to create the image and print it off, identical every time. The low-tech method in this world would be to use a stamp, which would be particularly useful for talismans that were used often. So after playing around with how simplified and messy he could make the talismans and have them still work, Wen Zhihao then shifted his efforts to mass-production methods. In this next project, he spent a lot of time first learning how to make a stamp (he found it best to recast the talisman symbols into straight lines, and then used clay to make the shape, since he was not going to bother to do any carving). Then he had to figure out how to infuse it with qi so that it wasnt just some random set of lines. Was it better to inject in qi after the image was stamped? Or should he coat the stamp with qi and then press out the image? Long story short, it took way too much effort to slowly infuse it with qi after stampingWen Zhihao had to follow the lines to infuse qi, in which case he could have just written it from the very beginning. And if he tried to coat the stamp with qi, the qi liked to spread and became all blurry, messing up the energy lines. Wen Zhihao reluctantly discarded the stamp, feeling very pained inside with all the time he spent on it. In the end, he returned to handwriting the simplified talisman characters and started to write a messy manual for himself so that he wouldnt forget them. One morning a few days before Wen Zhihaos scheduled examination, Wen Zhihao carried a couple of talismans with him to the kitchens. Sun Fuyus eyes brightened. Good morning, Wen-shixiong! Why are you always so polite, Wen Zhihao said like he often did. How was your morning sword practice? Good! Very good. Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyu on the head. What are those? Sun Fuyu asked. Wen Zhihao passed two of them to Sun Fuyu. Look what your shixiong has been doing! This gives off heat like a fire, no need for fuel. And this can be placed on items to make them lighter for transport! Youre so smart, Wen-shixiong. Wen Zhihao gave an amused smile. Hardly. These are based on the talismans in the jade slips. Oh, and I received my monthly spiritual stone allowance. You can have it, buy yourself something, okay? Hehehe, spoiling Sun Fuyu felt goodSun Fuyus stunned appearance was cute every single time. Wen-shixiong, I cant I insist. But...but Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus head. If you protest so much, you can repay back in the future after you advance into the inner sect. Sun Fuyu immediately nodded. The two of them headed to the kitchen. After greeting all the aunty and uncle workers, Wen Zhihao showed them the two talismans, practically throwing them into Aunty Liu Jings hands. Cultivator Wen, Liu Jing protested. Take it, take it, I made them for you! Wen Zhihao insisted. Isnt it better if you can have a smokeless fire? I practised making talismans, these are the fruits of my work, and work like this is meant to be used, not preserved. Or...or how about I use them as payment for a big bowl of noodles? ...Stinky boy, Liu Jing good-naturedly grumbled. Im a man, Wen Zhihao protested equally good-naturedly. Old Tang laughed. Youll always be a young boy! If Im a young boy, then is Sun Fuyu a baby? Wen Zhihao asked seriously. Sun Fuyus cheeks went red. Wen-shixiong! he whisper-hissed in protest. Cultivator Sun is a lovely young man, Liu Jing said promptly. Anyone would love to have him as their familys child. As for Cultivator Wen however... Sun Fuyus eyes widened in shock. This young cultivator is honoured Wen Zhihao laughed, rubbing Sun Fuyus head. Yep, I definitely agree! 24. I’m being perfectly serious! (Well, not really, but still!!!!) On the day before Wen Zhihaos talisman examination, Wen Zhihao carefully wrote one neat, proper copy of each talisman from the introductory talisman manuals. The examination itself was held in a room in the Talisman Hall. Elder Liu Ru and one of her top disciples, Senior Cultivator Qian Jiarui, were there, sitting on two adjacent sides of the square table. ...In fact, Qian Jiarui was the cultivator who found Wen Zhihaos forgotten sword at the Outer Battlegrounds, the same person who was the girlfriend of Huang Jialing, the beast-tamer cultivator who also rolled her eyes at Wen Zhihao Wen Zhihao showed a calm polite customer service face. Elder Liu, Senior Cultivator Qian, Wen Zhihao greeted them and took a seat opposite Elder Liu. Show me the talismans youve made, Elder Liu said. Wen Zhihao placed the single (1) neat copy of each talisman on the table between them. Cultivator Qian raised an eyebrow. Did you spend the entire month simply writing these? Does Senior Cultivator Qian wish to see everything that I did? Qian Jiarui nodded shortly. So Wen Zhihao took out the other stack of talismans from his spatial ring. At the sight of the messily drawn talismans, Qian Jiarui pursed her lips. Did you get bored halfway? she said drily. .Erk! No, of course not, Wen Zhihao responded, Isnt this more realistic? In the heat of the moment, my handwriting will be poor like this. A heavy pressure spread from Elder Liu. Cultivator Wen, are you taking this seriously? I spent a lot of time experimenting with them, these talismans definitely work. For example Wen Zhihao activated one of the light-emitting ones. Elder Lius heavy pressure only lightened a little. She waved a hand, and talisman parchment, brush, ink and inkstone appeared in front of Wen Zhihao. Demonstrate for us. Of course, Wen Zhihao can write the proper shapes. It just took too much time and effort. But because his position was at stake, he slowly and carefully drew the traditional talismans under the eyes of Elder Liu and Senior Qian. Qian Jiarui looked at Elder Liu, then spoke to Wen Zhihao: Tell us, what is your purpose for being a talisman cultivator? We will be blunt. At your progress, you are the worst talisman cultivator weve ever met. Its very useful, Wen Zhihao said. Look, these are some talismans I made. This one gives off smokeless heat, this one lightens objects, this one can be used to warm you up, and this one can dry your clothes, and this one can cool you down, this one can be used as an umbrella, this one will make cut flowers last longer In short, these are all things Wen Zhihao personally found useful. Qian Jiarui interrupted Wen Zhihaos sales pitch: If that is the case, then a crafting cultivation will be more suitable. Wen Zhihao shook his head. Crafting cultivation is too expensive, he said earnestly. I have no intention to compete with other cultivators. Qian Jiarui was speechless. Truthful, I enjoy talisman cultivation much more than sword cultivation. (Or at least, he didnt get sweaty doing it, and he could be as slow or fast as he wanted.) Wen Zhihao continued, You dont need to teach me at all. I can study by myself. Qian Jiarui spoke: If we accept your transfer, we will provide you with an allowance of talisman-creating items and you must fulfil your monthly quota of talismans that will be kept and stored in the Talisman Hall. The talismans you make must be of exceptional quality. This is in conjunction with your own training and study. Will you give me the quota at the start of the month? Will the quota be fixed for that month? Yes. Wen Zhihao smiled. Then it is no problem. Something like that is so much easier than his old job, where his boss would keep changing his mind at the last minute, where jobs would be thrown at him to be due in a week, two days, a few hours! Wen Zhihao can already see his slow and peaceful life ahead. Doing this amount to keep his position in the sect was easy! Elder Liu finally nodded. Acceptable. She took out a jade slip. Study this manual next. This junior disciple thanks you! Qian Jiarui then gave him his assignment for the next month, as well as his talisman-related allowance. I would suggest you learn some offensive and defensive talismans if you wish to succeed in the Intra-Sect competition. Wen Zhihao smiled, saying nothing on that matter. Instead, he simply thanked them again and left, thinking that he should celebrate passing the test by asking Aunty Liu Jing for some food... Back in the Talisman Hall, Elder Liu Ru and Qian Jiarui looked at some of the messy (and neat) talismans that Wen Zhihao left behind. Actually, it was a bit hard to look at, the handwriting was so bad! If they werent talisman cultivators, those things would just look like a big scribble! Ah, forget it, Qian Jiarui thought. Disciple Wen is not my problem. More importantly, I need to prepare a gift for Lingling for our anniversary... Wen Zhihao: <()> I passed~ And they dont have high expectations for me! So good! Qian Jiarui: ...Forget him, or else my IQ will lower*goes off to get comfort from her girlfriend* Sun Fuyu: Wen Zhihao is so amazing!! Wen Zhihao: Hehehe. But do you know who is even more amazing? Liu Jing! Aunty Chef Liu Jing: ...Stinky boy, what do you want to eat now?? 25. Day in the life of Wen Zhihao Wen Zhihaos life took on a new routine. Each week, Wen Zhihao would go into town to sell some items for mortal money. His business with the glowing flowers was especially good as the days became shorter, though finding flowers became more difficult. Once a week, he would spend the evening with Sun Fuyu, exploring the surrounding area both forest and mortal towns. The two of them became familiar with the mortal towns, and the residents of the town became familiar with them. (Wen Zhihao hoped that the other cultivators in the sect wouldnt find out that it was his and Sun Fuyus fault for making cultivators seem more approachable.) As the two of them became faster at flying, they could explore further. As two cultivators, there was nothing to fear about walking around after dark, and their eyesight was better than non-cultivators too. For the rest of the time, Wen Zhihao could be found in a number of different places. In the morning, he often helped out the kitchen staff, had breakfast with Sun Fuyu, and annoyed Huang Ling while playing with the kittens (they were growing, but still cute!). He napped at noon, and then spent the afternoon sometimes in the gardens, sometimes wandering outside the sect, sometimes working on his talismans, and sometimes watching Sun Fuyu train (and telling him to have a break whenever he noticed Sun Fuyu reaching his limit). Despite the colder months, Wen Zhihao didnt feel as cold as he shouldor maybe it was because his warming talismans were good and he no longer needed worry about saving money on heating. Speaking of talismans, Wen Zhihao typically spent the first few days per month after receiving his talisman-quota completing said quota. The bar was really quite low, but of course, he didnt say anything. He quietly saved his allowance of spiritual stones. For the rest of the month, he fiddled around with more useful talismans (to him), while going through the cultivation manuals. His own simplified notes were really starting to look like An Idiots Guide to Talisman Cultivation. Elder Liu had surely given up on him, and so didnt push him to excel, which was perfect for Wen Zhihao. Some of the other talisman cultivating disciples initially gave Wen Zhihao suspicious looks, but after they saw his messy notes, they realised that he wasnt at all their rival, thus allowing Wen Zhihao to have relaxed competition-free days. After each day, Wen Zhihao would burrow into his blankets and sleep deeply, and in the morning, he would wake up actually feeling rested. His previous life under the heavy hand of corporate capitalism started to feel long passed. There were many things he missed from his old world, but only now, here, could he feel this calm and content. The author is being a salted fish and giving you a time-skip, but nothing much happened so its okay! 26. One of the MOST IMPORTANT parts of Wen Zhihao’s day Light even breaths, and the occasional rustling of soft blankets, were the only sound in the darkened room. Qi circulated like gentle waves, and the air was just right, not too hot, not too cold, regulated by some effective, albeit messy, talismans. Wen Zhihao was, of course, sleeping. This is a Public Service Announcement that having a sleep schedule is good for you ??? (author is not suspicious at all, definitely not) But the following chapter is real, I promise! 27. Advancing! Shixiong, praise me! On the day before the Spring Festival, the Golden Sun Sect became busier. It turned out that even cultivators celebrated this event. All the outer-sect disciple classes had been cancelled for the week, but Sun Fuyu was still training. Wen Zhihao found him in a corner of the outer sect training grounds. Sun Fuyu wasnt the only one training, but Wen Zhihao didnt know the others so he ignored them. With a convenient talisman, Wen Zhihao conjured a self-heating chair and sat near Sun Fuyu. It was almost a game to see when Sun Fuyu would notice. Sometimes it was extremely quick, but other times Sun Fuyu was so immersed that he wouldnt even realise that night had come. Todays Sun Fuyu was highly focused. On the last day before the break, Sun Fuyu had beaten Wu Qingqing in a duel using the techniques from Wen Zhihaos sword manuals, and with Wen Zhihaos lucky stone tucked in his pocket. To his surprise, he hadnt cared much at all about Wu Qingqings shocked face; instead, he felt proud that he hadnt let down Wen-shixiong. There were only a few days left in the year, and so Sun Fuyu wanted to push. He could feel that he was so close Wen Zhihao noticed things first. The qi in the air started to tremble and shift, breaking away from its usual smooth flow across the grounds. The qi started to swirl towards Sun Fuyu, faster and faster, to the point that it dragged the wind with it. It all culminated in a sudden whoosh! as the air rushed outwards from Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyus movements stopped, his sword glinting sharply, his cultivation robes fluttering in the leftover wind. With an exhale, he completed the closing sequence and sheathed his sword. He could feel power pulsing in his dantian. Sun Fuyus head tilted down, trying to contain his feelings. Clap clap clap. Sun Fuyus head snapped up, eyes alighting on Wen Zhihao. His eyes brightened like miniature suns. Wen-shixiong! Sun Fuyu hurried to Wen Zhihaos side. When did you arrive? Why didnt you tell me? I was... Wen Zhihao looked at Sun Fuyus face, looking like he wanted to boast, but also too hesitant too. Wen Zhihao smiled, rubbing his shidis head. How can I interrupt such a diligent shidi? You worked very hard. Congratulations on advancing. Sun Fuyu beamed. Thank you, Wen-shixiong! What are you thanking me for? Its all your own work. Wen Zhihao fiddled with his sleeves. I was going to wait till the Spring Festival, but Ill give this to you early as a gift for advancing. He pulled out a plain jade ring and presented it to Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu looked up at Wen Zhihao. This...Wen-shixiong This is a spatial ring, take it. Over the last few months, Wen Zhihao had saved all his spiritual stone allowance in order to buy this for Sun Fuyu. It was a real shame that Sun Fuyu was poorer than the other outer sect disciplesthrough no fault of his own. It wasnt Sun Fuyus fault that he didnt have any family members who were also cultivators, and it wasnt Sun Fuyus fault that some of the other cultivators stole his spiritual stone allowance because he had no backers. Wen Zhihao physically placed it on Sun Fuyus palm, and pressed his fingers closed over it. Use it however you wish, Sun-shidi. You worked hard. Sun Fuyus heart felt sour and warm. He accepted the spatial ring. He thought about putting the glowing stone that Wen-shixiong gave him inside the ring, but decided against it. Sun Fuyu liked the calming qi that the stone emanated. Now, are you going to cultivate some more, or will you accompany your shixiong to town? Sun Fuyus eyes brightened. Accompany! I havent seen how the mortal towns decorate for the Spring Festival. Does your family have any traditions? My parents are dead... In the memory of the original Wen Zhihao, his parents had died, and his uncle dropped him off at the sect, basically using the place as a dumping ground. The original Wen Zhihao was lucky in that he did have some ability for cultivation, and therefore was able to stay. Unfortunately, ability did not equal talent, and there were many, many talented cultivators. Sun Fuyus face immediately became cold. My family is still alive. Wen Zhihaos eyes softened. Forget about them. Relations by blood are overrated anyway. All Wen Zhihao needed to do was think about all the families that fought internally, all the families that kicked out children who didnt follow their rigid ideas of normal... Wen Zhihao rubbed his smooth chin. Hmm, why dont you call me Zhihao-shixiong? Wen-ge1ge: older brother? Sun Fuyus eyes widened. Ge...ge? His cheeks flushed red. Wen Zhihao laughed, patting him on the head. Dont push yourself if you dont like it. Shall we head out? Yes...Wen-ge. Or Zhihao-shixiong is fine, Wen Zhihao said. Sun Fuyu pursed his lips, acting a little spoilt. But Wen-ge said I could use Wen-ge. Wen Zhihao wasnt fussed either way, and Wen-ge was shorter and easier. Lets go, Xiao2xiao: little. Used for cuteness, closeness, and various other ways Yu. With that, Wen Zhihao took out his sword and went into the air. Sun Fuyu stared at the flying Wen Zhihao, dumbfounded. He called me Xiao Yu! Ah, hes flying away! Sun Fuyu quickly took out his own sword and flew after him. Dont like it? Wen Zhihao guessed as they flew through the air. Like, Sun Fuyu admitted. He didnt meet Wen Zhihaos eyes. Wen Zhihaos lips curved up, but he didnt tease Sun Fuyu anymore, even though it was so adorable...He changed the conversation, asking Sun Fuyus about his cultivation instead. They spent the rest of the evening strolling around a mortal town that was vibrantly decorated in red. Wen Zhihao took out copper coins whenever something took their fancy. At midnight, fireworks and firecrackers went off around the town and in the Golden Sun Sect. The two watched from a high vantage point on their flying swords. Then, Wen Zhihao pulled out a red pocket. Unmarried youths receive lucky money, he said, handing it to Sun Fuyu. Wen-ge! Sun Fuyu protested. But youre unmarried too! I...I have some spiritual stones back in my room Xiao Yu. Sun Fuyu stopped talking. Just work hard, and remember me, okay? Wen Zhihao said. Not that he needed a future golden thigh to hug. Wen Zhihao felt that he was doing pretty good for himself, and he had no intention of climbing. But of course, Sun Fuyu took it seriously. Thank you, Wen-ge! Happy New Year. Wishing Wen-ge peace and prosperity! And wishing Xiao Yu a smooth path in cultivation. Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyu. Now its both our bedtimes. Yes! Later, upon returning to his room, Sun Fuyu checked his new spatial ring and the red envelope. The red envelope had a crisp bill of mortal money. And there were more items inside the spatial ring: glowing preserved flowers and smooth jade filled with Wen-ges gentle qi! Sun Fuyus head bowed, his heart hot in his chest. Calling him Xiao Yu, giving him these precious things...did that mean that Wen Zhihao liked him? Elsewhere: Wen Zhihao sneezes. Wen Zhihao: Huh, must be the onset of some cold weather Author: hehehe 28. The Golden Sun Intra-Sect Competition (Cheering for you, Xiao Yu!) After the Spring Festival, Sun Fuyu worked even harder. Wen Zhihao believed in him, and Sun Fuyu would not let him down. With the jade slips containing cultivation manuals that Wen Zhihao gave him, Sun Fuyu pushed and pushed over the next few months, thoroughly using those manuals. A week before the half-yearly Golden Sun Intra-Sect Competition, formal classes for the outer sect disciples ended so that they could prepare for the competition. With all the outer sect disciples fervently training, the qi in the air was constantly rushing this way and that way, which was very disruptive to Wen Zhihaos peace. As such, Wen Zhihao took Sun Fuyu out of the sect to the forests, where they would have peace and less competition for qi usage. While Sun Fuyu trained, Wen Zhihao occupied himself with collecting flowers, poking at unknown herbs, and reminding Sun Fuyu to rest when he needed to rest. It was a shame that Wen Zhihao couldnt find those hot spring againrelaxing there after training hard (or not training hard in Wen Zhihaos case) would be the best. But it must just appear whenever it wanted to. A few days later, Sun Fuyu broke into the Middle Stage of Foundation Building1Main levels are: Qi Refining < Foundation Building < Golden Core < Nascent Soul <... ; Meanwhile, sub levels are: Early-stage < Middle-stage < Late-stage < Peak.. Very good! Wen Zhihao was not at all stingy with his praise, rubbing Sun Fuyus head. Sun Fuyu beamed, but then forced himself to become serious. Now, we can both become inner sect disciples! Wen Zhihao immediately shook his head. I have no intention of participating in the competition. Wen-ge, youre really not participating? Sun Fuyus brows pinched together. Wen-shixiong had already broken in Golden Core, and almost every Golden Core cultivator was an inner sect disciple. Then...then I wont participate either! Wen Zhihao waved a hand. Sun Fuyu, you participate! Im not very strong anyway, extremely unsuited to the competition. Didnt I tell you about when I even forgot my sword? Sun Fuyu cracked a smile. Yes. Or, hey, how about I throw some glowing flowers at my opponent? Do you think theyll bend over to pick them up, giving me a chance to strike? Sun Fuyu giggled. No. See? I dont need to become an inner sect disciple. There is Elder Liu if I want any help cultivating. But you dont have a sword cultivation mentor yet. So Ill be cheering you from the sidelines, okay? Okay Work hard, okay? Wen Zhihao coaxed him. Even though he was well aware that he was lazy, he didnt want to stifle Sun Fuyu. Do what I say, not what I do! Sun Fuyu straightened. Okay, I wont disappoint you. Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus headit was too hard to resist when Sun Fuyu looked so serious. Just try your best. The day of the half-yearly Golden Sun Intra-Sect competition dawned with bright blue skies. Many outer sect disciples with ambition in their hearts entered the Outer Sect Battlegrounds. In the arena, there were twenty fighting platforms for twenty simultaneous battles. Outer sect disciples were split into ten groups, mostly based on cultivation type, and the competition was single-elimination: one loss and you were out. The final victor of each group was allowed to advance to the inner sect. Wen Zhihao sat in the stands, using various talismans to regulate the temperature and reduce the noise around him. He nodded encouragingly whenever Sun Fuyu entered a platform to fight. Huh, now that Wen Zhihao actually looked at the other kids outer sect disciples, it seemed that Sun Fuyu was also on the older side. But in hindsight, Wen Zhihao wasnt surprised. Before he came along, Sun Fuyu was often suppressed by his peers and had no one to nurture him the way children should be raised. Now, though, Sun Fuyu was outstanding. His sword flew fast, swinging arcs and calm execution dazzling spectorators. One by one, Sun Fuyu won his battles. In between each battle, he would sip Revitalisation Potions that he had bought with the spiritual stones he had originally saved for a spatial ring. Seeing the spatial ring on his finger, feeling the calming qi stone, and seeing Wen Zhihao in the audience gave Sun Fuyu an energy boost every time. In the final round, he faced Wu Qingqing, the main person who had led and instigated the others against him. Sun Fuyus grip on his sword tightened, then relaxed. Wu Qingqing had spelled robes. She had a treasure sword and treasure ornaments, and her sword work was very good. She definitely had the qualifications to lead her group. But Sun Fuyu was now an entire sublevel above her, something she had not planned for. And while Wu Qingqing may have an entire group cheering for her, Sun Fuyu had someone backing him, someone who believed in him. With a final clangg!!, Sun Fuyu knocked her out of the fighting ring. Spectators around the platformmostly Wu Qingqings friendswere silent, shocked at what just happened. Wu Qingqing stared back at him in disbelief. Youdont tell me you used demonic cultivation. Theres no way you can advance that fast! Sun Fuyu gave her a cold look. I will excuse you this once. I wont ask you to return all the spiritual stones you stole from me in the past. Wu Qingqing gulped, highly aware of the sharp blade still in Sun Fuyus hand, highly aware that her own sword had been thrown too far away. And this victory goes to Sun Fuyu! The Golden Core inner sect cultivator surnamed Fu presiding over their match stepped between the two of them. Fellow Daoist Sun, congratulations. Here is your inner sect token. You are to head to the Elders Hall after the competition is over to be selected by the senior cultivators. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Fu. Sun Fuyu bowed, accepting the token. Then, he immediately looked for Wen Zhihao, but Wen Zhihao wasnt in the audience anymore. He frowned slightly. Sun Fuyu turned as he noticed a certain qi in the air. His lips curved up when he spotted Wen Zhihao walking towards him. Sun Fuyu pushed past Wu Qingqings friends and rushed to Wen Zhihao. Wen-ge! I knew you could do it, Wen Zhihao said with a smile. I prepared some things for you. In his hands, there was one large food box and one small glass bottle with a healing pill inside. Sun Fuyu said cheekily, Dont you mean that Aunty Liu prepared these things? Being the courier boy is very important, Xiao Yu, Wen Zhihao said with an exaggerated pompousness. Thank you, Wen-ge, Sun Fuyu said earnestly. He put both inside his spatial ring. Dont forget to thank Aunty Liu tomorrow, or else shell think that I stole your present, Wen Zhihao said with a laugh. Oh, by the way, whens your birthday? Sun Fuyu startled. It had been a while since anyone asked for his birthday. He had to think for a moment. Its in two weeks. And how old are you turning? Nineteen. Nineteen? This cute kid, almost-nineteen already? Wen-ge, when is your birthday? Wen Zhihao smiled. Its still a few months away. He would be turning twenty-something-pushing-thirty, though, in this body, he would be simply twenty. For your birthday, well definitely have to get you some longevity noodles...perfect for cultivators. I havent seen matcha cakes though Matcha? Sun Fuyu said the unfamiliar word. Wen Zhihao sweated. Ah, green tea powder. It can be made into a delicious cake. Wen Zhihao pursed his lips. Fluffy chiffon birthday cakes were the norm when he grew up, but that kind of chiffon cake was a style imported from the West. In this world, it was hard to tell if Europeans existed, and whether or not they had invented chiffon cake yet; and then matcha came from Japan, but he hadnt seen any Japanese-looking cultivators around. Aiya, he had no idea about geography in this world at all... And Wen Zhihao didnt know how to bake. Sure, he had watched the short cooking video clips, but did anyone actually use them as recipes to cook from?? Well go to the big mortal town! Wen Zhihao said instead. Isnt there a good looking restaurant by the lake? I remember seeing it when we flew by, its surely good. I made enough money for us to have a meal there. The big town Sun Fuyus eyes went slightly cold. That big town was where his blood family lived. They didnt live near the lake, but his father worked nearby Wen Zhihao noticed Sun Fuyus dark expression. Since you dont like it, I will think of something else. After all, its your birthday. We can go, Sun Fuyu said. Wen Zhihao was not inconsiderate. It was clear that Sun Fuyu only said go for his sake, but the point was to celebrate Sun Fuyus birthday! Forget it, it was best to celebrate birthdays with friends and family anyway, and they were all here in the Golden Sun Sect. Wen Zhihao had a better idea. Sun Fuyu, on your birthday, lets meet in front of the Banquet Hall, okay? Okay, Sun Fuyu said. Wen-ge, I have to go now Sun Fuyu glanced at where the other disciples who had advanced were gathering in preparation to go to the Elders Hall. Wen Zhihao nodded. Go ahead. Tomorrow morning, you know where Ill be. Sun Fuyu nodded. En! Sun Fuyu would look forward to everything tomorrow, even if they went to that town. It was fine as long as Wen Zhihao was there. 29. Reborn Again In another world line: The skies were tumultuous, black clouds, high winds, lashing rain. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled ominously. In the center of the violent qi were two powerful cultivators, one dressed in gold and the other dressed in black. The genius cultivator of the Golden Sun Sect, Lin Yijun, drew his sword against the demonic cultivator Zhou Sheng. Zhou Shengs eyes flashed red as he used his own blood to fight back. Lin Yijun sneered at such a demonic technique. His flashing sword created sharp winds that flicked the blood back. The lightning came nearer and nearer. Zhou Shengs own weapon, a long polearm with a wickedly sharp blade cut through the winds. Lin Yijun parried with a CLANG! The shockwave exploded out, pushing both of them backwards. Lin Yijun gritted his teeth, sucking in the surrounding qi as fast as he could, forcing the energy through his limbs as he fought against his ex-friend, Zhou Sheng. How could you, Zhou Sheng? Dont act so righteous! Even you people slay others! Lin Yijun sneered. And you didnt think Ill see the bloody mess you left behind? Demonic Cultivator Zhou! With a growl, he lunged forward, blade razor-sharp. He felt that he was at the cusp of advancing to the next levelif he pushed and levelled up, he would surely defeat Zhou Sheng. Zhou Sheng flung up his hand, coalescing blood qi. The blade of his weapon started to glow red. Lightning struck, and a chance gust nudged Lin Yijun just slightly off course. Instead of successfully passing the Heavenly Tribulation and advancing, Lin Yijuns body burned to death. Over six months ago: ...Ah! Thank the Heavens, hes finally awake! Lin Yijun groaned. He remembered that he had just been fighting a high-level demon when a group of them unexpectedly appeared. He had defeated them, but his qi dropped so low that he fainted. NO. Wait. He had just died. When that lightning struck, Lin Yijun knew the instant before death that he would not survive that lightning tribulation. Yet he was now clearly alive. Lin Yijun immediately checked his internal cultivation. Realisation came quickly: he had returned to the past. Instead of being a dead ghost on the battlefield, he was currently lying down in his room in the Golden Sun Sect. A number of familiar senior cultivators and a senior healing cultivator surrounded him. The healing cultivator stepped forward. Senior Lin, how are you feeling? Arranging his expression properly, Lin Yijun pushed himself upright on the bed. He nodded seriously. I am fine. I simply need some rest. You are all busy, there is no need to watch me. The healing cultivator agreed. After giving Lin Yijun another healing pill, the cultivator ushered everyone out and closed the door behind them. More information had filtered into his mind. Indeed, the other senior cultivators were in fact busythe Intra-Sect competition was happening right at this moment, and they will soon need to initiate the new inner-sect disciples. Now alone in his room, Lin Yijun fell deep into thought. Lin Yijun grew up in the Golden Sun Sect. His mother and father were both prominent senior cultivators. When he was young, he saved the youth Zhou Sheng while out on a mission. Seeing that Zhou Sheng had potential, he bought Zhou Sheng back to the Golden Sun Sect. Somehow, he and Zhou Sheng became friends, which was unusual given that Zhou Sheng was simply a beginner outer sect cultivator. Zhou Sheng was hardworking, friendly, and cheerful in a manner that wasnt annoyingwith these reasons, Lin Yijun justified his good feelings towards Zhou Sheng. But then Zhou Shengs cultivation stalled. The Golden Sun Sect is not right for me. You just need to work harder, Lin Yijun had replied. If this particular sword cultivation technique is not suitable, then I have many more. Zhou Sheng had bowed his head. Acknowledging that Zhou Sheng was likely frustrated with the monotonous training, Lin Yijun generously allowed Zhou Sheng to accompany him on some sect missions. But Zhou Sheng started to criticise Lin Yijun. Those people, you should have killed them. Those people, why did you kill them? It wasnt their fault! Lin Yijun, do you ever think that you dont know everything?! Do you really think I cant see that you dont believe me? They fought, and Zhou Sheng left. Lin Yijun eventually tracked him down, only to see him murder a group of mortals, only to find that Zhou Sheng had joined a demonic blood cultivation sect. Their relationship was irreconcilably broken, eventually leading them to meet on the battlefield when the righteous and demonic sects clashed. That was in the past life. But right now, Lin Yijun had been reborn during the time after he fought with Zhou Sheng, but before Zhou Sheng murdered that group of mortals. Why was he given a second chance like this? What did the Heavens want? Did they want him to kill Zhou Sheng early, stop Zhou Sheng from killing those mortals, or did they want him to save Zhou Sheng? Enter, stage right, Lin Yijun, who is the protagonist of his own story (well, everyone is the protagonist of their own story). We first met him back in Chapter 12~ He would have been a traditional xianxia protagonist...if it werent for the fact that this author is writing the story hehehehe. Well get to see our actual main character(s) next chapter! 30. Qi deviation, or lack thereof As the days in Lin Yijuns second life passed, the feeling that things are different grew in his chest. With the enlightenment of his past life, his cultivation accelerated. Using knowledge of his past life, he quickly solved many missions and navigated multiple political pitfalls, and thus his position in the Golden Sun Sect rose even more rapidly than before. He took more and more missions, including reconnaissance missions into various demonic sects, including the one Zhou Sheng was supposed to have joined. But he couldnt find Zhou Sheng. He couldnt let anyone else look for him, though. Lin Yijun had to be the one to find Zhou Sheng. Lin Yijun had to be the one to convince Zhou Sheng to come back. Six months passed by like this, and the Golden Sun Intra-Sect Competition came around again. Lin Yijun jolted from his preoccupation with searching for Zhou Sheng. Because this time, in his last life, one of the outer sect disciples underwent qi deviation1qi deviation: when cultivation becomes dangerously unstable, causing internal damage among other things. In the process, that disciple destroyed multiple buildings and injured dozens of cultivators before ultimately dying. Due to this disastrous event, the Golden Sun Sect had been slower than usual to counter the threat from the demonic sects. In this life, Lin Yijun could not let that happen. In the worst case, he will kill the deviating disciple before more damage can occur. Lin Yijun didnt know what that dead disciple looked like, but he learnt his name in the post-mortem report: Sun Fuyu. Disciple Sun had been a sword cultivator, picked up from the street and with an unknown background. Zhou Sheng had also been picked up from the street. Was there something particularly unstable about them? Were they unable to integrate into the sect? Immediately after the Golden Sun Intra-Sect Competition ended, Lin Yijun summoned Zhang Wu to his office. Fellow Daoist Zhang, I am troubling you to ask about a disciple named Sun Fuyu. Do you know where he is? Zhang Wu blinked. Senior Lin, Sun Fuyu has just advanced to become an inner sect disciple. He is currently in the Elders Hall with the other initiates. Is Senior Lin interested? Disciple Sun is very good and hardworkinghowever... Zhang Wus brows scrunched up. Yes? Zhang Wu snorted. And his only imperfection is his friendship with that wastrel Wen Zhihao. That disciple Wen was always leaving the sect and skipping sword practice! He recently transferred to become a talisman cultivator instead. Humph! A spark of memory went off in Lin Yijuns mind. Wen Zhihao...that suspicious cultivator hanging around the Clear Heart Hot Springs months ago I will see the presentations of the new initiates, Lin Yijun decided. When outer sect disciples advanced into inner sect disciples, they would all give a presentation in front of the senior cultivators. The senior cultivators would then decide which disciple would enter which group to be personally mentored. Eyebrows rose when Lin Yijun entered the Hall where the ten new inner sect disciples were waiting. How surprising to see you here, Elder Wang Sheng said. He had the appearance of an old man, and his brows were always a little pinched together as though perpetually annoyed with the world. I had time, Lin Yijun said shortly. He took a seat and scanned over the faces of the outer sect disciples. He had no impression of any of them, busy as he was, and untalented as they were. One of the senior cultivators announced the various new inner sect disciples one by one. Most of them were sword cultivators with displays of sword forms, while one person showed off offensive items they had crafted, and another the medicinal and poisons pills they had concocted. But Lin Yijuns eyes remained like still, cold pools of water. Mediocre. None of them worth his time. One by one, the new inner sect disciples presented, until there was just one cultivator left. The final cultivator was a slender youth with light-brown eyes that mostly looked down and hair that was a little tousled. Lin Yijuns eyes narrowed slightly, disapproving of such a sloppy and timid appearance. Daoist Sun Fuyu, the senior cultivator announced. Sun Fuyu stepped forward, bowing. I am Daoist Sun Fuyu, sword cultivator. Current attainment is Foundation Building, Middle Stage. Begin. Sun Fuyu drew his sword and began his presentation. His standard sword form was good, not sloppy like his appearance. His qi was also stable, and there was no sign that he might undergo qi deviation at all. Had the world changed so much due to Lin Yijuns rebirth? hm. Lin Yijuns eyes widened a fraction as Sun Fuyu transitioned smoothly to another sword style, then another. The movements were quick enough that many opponents would be caught off-guard. But against a competent cultivator, they were just tricks. Tricks that could backfire on Sun Fuyu as improperly combined cultivation methods can clash and increase the likelihood of either qi deviation or hampered cultivation. Promising, but not enough for Lin Yijun to spend his time to personally mentor him. Importantly, Sun Fuyus qi was currently stable. There was an undercurrent of a secondary qia qi stabilisation item, most likely. In the end, Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmin accepted Sun Fuyu into her group. Her sword form was free-flowing, flexible and less rigid than other sword cultivators, and thus most suitable to mentor Sun Fuyu who employed multiple styles. Sun Fuyus stability in this life would only help the Golden Sun Sect in the future war against the demonic sects. But Sun Fuyus role now was only a tiny factor in Lin Yijuns plan to ensure that the Sect future victory. Zhou Sheng was a much more important player, for multiple reasons. Lin Yijun farewelled the others and left without unnecessary talk. There are five elders: weve so far met a genderless young-looking elder (un-named), Elder Liu Ru (old-looking female talisman cultivator) and Elder Wang Sheng (old-looking male sword cultivator). 31. Obedient Sun Fuyu As for Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu, they remained ignorant of their brief brush with Lin Yijuns scrutiny. Now that Sun Fuyu was an inner sect disciple, he received two new sets of golden inner-sect robes, an increased salary, and personal mentoring from his new mentor, Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmin. Sun Fuyu no longer needed to attend the outer sect disciples classes, nor the morning sword practice under Zhang Wu. Liu Zhongmin was a fair and flexible mentor. A day after the Intra-Sect Competition, she called Sun Fuyu to Elder Lius mountain where Liu Zhongmins buildings and training halls were. The characteristics of Elder Lius mountain was: simplistic, with a lot of natural light. The windows were unusually large and filled with glass, compared to the typical paper-covered windows in the rest of the Sect. Liu Zhongmin was a fairly tall cultivator, looking distinguished and somewhat on the older side of middle-aged. In contrast, her movements were sprightly and smooth. This disciple greets Shifu Liu, Sun Fuyu said obediently. Greetings, little disciple, Liu Zhongmin replied, restraining her own hands. You have cleared your old room. Yes. Follow me. Liu Zhongmin had large living quarters for herself and for her direct disciples. Of course, matters of seniority had to be followed, so the room she assigned Sun Fuyu was one of the smaller ones, in the building wing where the other relatively new disciples stayed. Though it was smaller, the new room was very spacious in comparison to the outer sect disciples dormitories. Liu Zhongmin gave Sun Fuyu a special jade pendant that was the key to the room. You can unpack later, Liu Zhongmin said. Since Sun Fuyu wasnt carrying anything physically, it must all be in a spatial ring. Were you tired flying up here? Sun Fuyu immediately shook his head. Not tired, Shifu. I am used to flying long distances outside the sect. Liu Zhongmin thought satisfactorily, This Disciple Sun Fuyu is very diligent, taking missions outside the sect already! He is a very good seedling. Come then, our training area is this way. In contrast, Sun Fuyu was thinking about when he and Wen Zhihao went out together on New Years Eve At one of the open training fields, Liu Zhongmin carefully assessed Sun Fuyu by directly fighting him with a wooden sword. She corrected a few moves and went on to examine the jade slips containing the sword cultivation manuals that he had been using. Liu Zhongmin thoughtfully gave him two new, more advanced cultivation manuals encoded into some jade slips that should be suitable. Examine these, and I will assess you again once every week. Your sword form is good. However, you lack experience. I recommend you change your training location every day, and practice your sword forms while in the air, between the trees, in narrowed alleys. I will assign you two hours every month to train on the Thousand Needles Cliff. At this stage, you can also take second-grade missions. Yes, Sun Fuyu said obediently. If I accept a mission where it is suitable to take you, I will inform you. In the meantime, I will introduce you to my other disciples. You can also accompany them on lower-grade missions. Sun Fuyu nodded, but he had a hesitant look in his eyes. Shifu, am I able to have an outer sect disciple accompany me? Liu Zhongmins eyes softened. It was not surprising that this little disciple would still have friends among the outer sect disciples. Yes, but you must take care of them since they are weaker than you. Sun Fuyu nodded, while thinking, However, Wen-ge is stronger than me! But in a sense, Wen Zhihao was half an inner sect disciple, wasnt he? His mentor was Elder Liu Ru, and he never attended the outer sect classes anyway, because he was too smart for them! (Wen Zhihao suddenly sneezed. Was he getting allergic to cat fur? No way! He ignored the sneeze and continued to play with the kittens.) Sun Fuyu saluted his mentor. This disciple will go train now. Very good. Liu Zhongmin was very happy with this new, cute and obedient disciple. She wanted to ruffle his hair but she knew that her wife would admonish her for being so casual with serious cultivators. But, compared to herself who was a few hundred years old, these children were babies! Even when these babies were being serious, they were still cute! Aiya, but the consequences if her wife found out...Liu Zhongmin had to keep restraining herself Before you leave, I will also give you some spiritual tools. Liu Zhongmin pulled out a number of items from her spatial pendant. This is a high-grade medicinal pill. This magical tool will produce a Golden-Core level shield that will last a minute, with ten days between uses. This magical talisman is single-use. It is a teleportation array that will transport you and anyone touching you to a random location 100 km away. Thank you, Shifu. Sun Fuyu stored them all into the spatial ring that Wen Zihao gave him. This spatial ring was so useful! Go, train hard, Liu Zhongmin said. Sun Fuyu nodded, bowing to his new mentor and excusing himself. But rather than going back to his new room or to the training field, Sun Fuyu flew down the mountain. As it were, this mountain was near the mountain of the demonic beasts. Sun Fuyus eyes brightened when he spotted Wen Zhihao in the demonic beast enclosure. Wen-ge! Xiao Yu, Wen Zhihao greeted, his hands still petting a ferocious yet docile demonic beast. How was it? Good! Very good. Youre a hardworking cultivator. Wen Zhihao knew that it was better to praise children as hardworking rather than simply smart. Sun Fuyu jumped over the enclosures fence to Wen Zhihaos side. He felt a little sad that Wen-ge was still wearing the plain dirty yellow robes of the outer sect disciples. Wen-ge, will you participate in the next Intra-Sect Competition? Or will Elder Liu Ru directly promote you to the inner sect? Wen Zhihao laughed. He knew his own work ethic or lack thereof. Unless he became weirdly powerful and produced some amazing talismans, why would she promote him? Wen Zhihao affectionately ruffled Sun Fuyus hair. Xiao Yu does not need to worry about me. I find that being an outer sect disciple suits me. He placed a cute kitten in Sun Fuyus arms. Isnt she so cute? Her eyes are the same colour as yours! Sun Fuyu blushed. He quickly lowered his head. Yes Look what your Wen-ge made, Wen Zhihao continued. He pulled out some talismans and activated them. Slowly, butterflies made from light and mist emerged. The kittens/demonic beasts all hurried over with much interest, trying to swipe at them. Many of them missed, but even when they didnt miss, their cute little paws would just go straight through, and the butterfly would reform. Wen Zhihao watched their antics happily. Hehe, I think I should give some to Huang Jialing Sun Fuyu nodded, looking up at Wen Zhihaos profile as he talked. The demonic beast in his arms tried to reach for the butterflies. After failing, it thumped (lightly patted) Sun Fuyus arms in a sulk. Sun Fuyu looked down, trying to soothe it. At that moment, Wen Zhihao happened to glance over and see this image of a gentle young man and a soft fluffy kitten. His heart seemed to skip a beat. Wen Zhihao frowned slightly, rubbing his chest. Weird Another kitten pawing at his leg drew his attention once more, and he indulgently took out some more butterfly talismans. Around that time, Lin Yijun was visiting the beast tamer cultivators in relation to some sect matters. He frowned upon seeing Sun Fuyu again so soon, and inside the demonic beast enclosure, no less. Dont look, Cultivator Huang Jialing said with a bitter, resigned expression. At least they dont make much trouble anymore now that Wen Zhihao plays with them. Wen Zhihao, again? Lin Yijun, being of much high cultivation realm, could immediately tell that Wen Zhihaothe person next to Sun Fuyuwas of Golden Core. Yet he remained an outer sect disciple. Zhang Wu called him a wastrel. He must be all realm and no substance. Who knows if he simply used cultivation advancement pills. If Wen Zhihao ruined his cultivation using advancement pills, it was not Lin Yijuns problem. Lin Yijun withdrew his gaze. Let us not waste time on them and discuss the matter that I have This author has something to confess: I did not realise that so many female characters have the family name Liu. I mean, some of it was on purpose, but Aunty Chef Liu Jing is not associated with Elder Liu Ru nor Senior Sword Cultivator Liu Zhongmin. 32. Sun Fuyu’s birthday A few days later, it was Sun Fuyus birthday. Sun Fuyu felt a little weird. He hadnt celebrated in a long time. 19...if he had stayed in the mortal towns, then at this age, had he been any other child, he might even be married. That was, if his parents would even deign to find a matchmaker to look for a proper match for him. Sun Fuyus thoughts darkened as he recalled what his parents had wanted to do to him. These dark thoughts floated away as Sun Fuyu moved through his morning sword practice, a habit that he had maintained from his outer sect days. However, new thoughts emerged during the times when he was supposed to be focusing on the new cultivation manuals Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmin had given him. I cant remember the last time I celebrated my birthday. Wen-ge wants to celebrate my birthday. He wants to go to that restaurant. I dont want to see my father But would he even recognise me? Im a cultivator now! Wen-ge is more important than my so-called father! But despite that last affirmation, Sun Fuyus thoughts would spin back out to the beginning again. In the end, he put down the jade slip with the manual in frustration and took out the smooth jade that Wen-ge had given him. Breathing in the measured way the Wen-ge did, Sun Fuyu let the feeling of Wen-ges qi calm him. In the evening, Sun Fuyu dressed in a clean set of golden robes and waited outside the Banquet Hall. Not long later, Wen Zhihao appeared, coming from the direction of the kitchens. Sun Fuyus nervousness spiked. Xiao Yu! Wen Zhihao called out. Come here. Sun Fuyu quickly walked to Wen Zhihaos side. Hello, Wen-ge. Did you have a good day? Good. Sun Fuyu was a little confused when Wen Zhihao ushered him down the pathway to the kitchens, rather than taking out their swords to fly to town. Were not going to that restaurant today, Wen Zhihao said with a mysterious smile. Your birthday should be happy. Now close your eyes and dont try to detect things using your qi for a moment, okay? Sun Fuyu swallowed. Okay. He obediently closed his eyes, pulling his qi close. Stay calm. Wen Zhihao took Sun Fuyus hand. You know this pathway well. Step, step step. Even though he had pulled his qi back, Sun Fuyu could still hear the sound of many people breathing. Nervousness constricted Sun Fuyus chest. You can open your eyes now. Sun Fuyu opened his eyes. Happy birthday!! Happy birthday! Happy Birthday, Cultivator Sun! The loud cheers and the surroundings made Sun Fuyus eyes widen. Beside him, Wen-ge gave him a big smile. Warmth flooded Sun Fuyus heart. There were all the kitchen and farming aunties and uncles with who he was familiar. A huge red banner hung on the outside wall, announcing Happy Birthday Cultivator Sun Fuyu. Floating lights and red lanterns made it as vibrant as the New Year. Aunty Liu Jing walked out of the crowd, carrying an unusually large cake that was decorated with colourful fruit. Happy birthday, Xiao Sun, she said with a big smile. According to Xiao Wen, you are supposed to cut this cake, and if the knife touches the bottom, you must kiss the closest person. ??? Sun Fuyus face grew hot. He glared at Wen Zhihao. YouWen-ge! Wen Zhihao laughed. Dont worry, thats a tradition from a different land. Theres another tradition that is more suitable. After Liu Jing placed the cake down on the table, Wen Zhihao took out 19 extremely small slim candles and placed them around the cake. He pinched each, lighting them with some qi. We all wish you a happy birthday, Xiao Yu, Wen Zihiao said, his lips curving up into an indulgent, warm smile. Happy birthday, Xiao Sun. May your year be prosperous! the others chorused. Now think of a wish you want to come true, and blow out the candles. Sun Fuyu had never heard of candles granting wishes before, and these candles were completely ordinary, aside from how they didnt drip wax. But if Wen Zhihao said so, then Sun Fuyu will listen. He looked at all the people gathered, felt shy, and dropped his gaze to the colourful cake and small glowing candles. I wish. Wish made, Sun Fuyu blew the candles out with a gentle gush of wind. Everyone burst into cheers and applause. Wen Zhihao patted him on the back. Now its time to eat! Aunty will cut the cake, Aunty Liu Jing said with a smile. Sun Fuyu nodded, relieved. Since its your birthday, its more than okay to have dessert first, Wen Zhihao said in a sage voice. Your Wen-shixiong bothered me for a long time to make this, Aunty Liu Jing said in an amused tone. Sugar, eggs, flour, butter, but no recipe to speak of. Wen Zhihao gave a sheepish smile. I dont know how to cook, I only remembered it onceBut you made it. Youre an amazing chef, Aunty Liu! Thank you, aunty, Sun Fuyu said softly. Why cant you be more like your shidi, hmm? Liu Jing pestered Wen Zhihao. I only have one shidi, and thats Xiao Yu. How can anyone be as good as him? Wen Zhihao protested. Xiao Yu, have a slice of cake, I taste-tested all of the previous failed versions, but this one definitely passes! Liu Jing snorted. Stinky boy. Sun Fuyus lips twitched as he accepted a plate with a triangular piece of cake. Thank you. Dont be so polite, Wen Zhihao chided. Come, sit, eat. The cake was extremely light, it was almost like eating air. It was sweet, the cream was soft, and the tartness from the fruit balanced out the richness. After having cake, Wen Zhihao personally served him a little of many of the dishes that everyone had prepared. You''ll like this! Here, your chopsticks. Sun Fuyus heart fluctuated as he accepted the food from Wen Zhihaos hands. He knew that it was possible for two male cultivators to be togetherall entering outer sect disciples were given compulsory lessons including the process of different types of dual cultivation. But he didnt know what the process of courting was like in this setting where many cultivators did not have families to mediate with matchmakers. But the things that Wen Zhihao had given him...cultivation manuals, a spatial ring, coins, foodwere really, really ambiguous. Sun Fuyu sneaked a look at Wen Zhihaos profile. Wen Zhihao immediately noticed, glancing over at him with a smile. Not hungry anymore, Xiao Yu? Sun Fuyu wanted to ask, Why are you nice to me? But he was also afraid of the answer, so he shook his head. Thank you, Wen-ge. Shouldnt I be thanking you for accompanying me to random places? Wen Zhihao laughed. I...But I want to Wen Zhihaos gaze became more serious. Xiao Yu, everyone is here for you. Youre not alone. Sun Fuyus eyes misted up a little. Wen-ge. Wen Zhihao rubbed his head. Turn that frown upside down. Today is a happy event, celebrating your birth and our good fortune in meeting you! Wen Zhihao turned around. Old Tang! he called out. Bring out your pipa, play some music for us! Okay! Old Tang said enthusiastically. He and a bunch of other middle-aged workers took out their instruments and played lively tunes, while some attempted to sing along badly. Sun Fuyu laughed quietly at their antics, and immediately shook his head when Wen Zhihao teased him about joining them in singing. Wen Zhihao felt satisfied at how bright and happy Sun Fuyu was. What he hadnt said to Sun Fuyu was...because of him, Wen Zhihao wasnt alone either. no Monday update next week cos been busy (Wednesday update will be as usual) But anyway, there is a little time skip so you can have a real-life time passing-ness ;P In the mean time, you can go and read my other stories ~ |??) 33. Enlightenment! (My shixiong is the best!) Spring soon bloomed in earnest as the days and nights warmed up. Petals opened to bask in the sun, and Wen Zhihao similarly basked in the sun. While Sun Fuyu trained and went on short missions with some other disciples under Liu Zhongmin, Wen Zhihao watched the flowers emerging in the forests surrounding the Golden Sun Sect. You can do it, grow big and strong! he whispered to them. If they were pretty, he could preserve them and sell them as glowing light sources. In fact, he had seen some other cultivators in the sect carry more advanced versions of these glowing light sources these days, but no one else had bothered to sell them to the non-cultivators. This was good for Wen Zhihao since it meant he didnt have to innovate, nor faced any competition! He needed to make money so that he and Sun Fuyu could spend it when they went out and explored the surrounding mortal villagers and towns. However, he did in fact innovate: because having the glowing stones in his room made it hard to sleep sometimes, and because he was too lazy to get up and put them away into his spatial storage or into the cabinet, Wen Zhihao figured out how to make an easy on/off switch that was activated by voice command. While he did warn buyers that there was potential for mischief, many people found this novel and cheap, so Wen Zhihao was able to sell even more items. One day, while searching for some early blooming flowers, Wen Zhihao accidentally stumbled across those hot springs again which he had completely forgotten about. Wen Zhihao narrowed his eyes at it. The surface of the hot springs innocently steamed back. Why was it that he would always find it when he wasnt looking for it? Its location seemed to be the same as before, except Wen Zhihao could never find it when he wanted to, and would instead walk around in circles. Was it because sometimes it just didnt want to be found and therefore hid? He wasnt entirely sure if it was sentient. He knew that plants and animals can sometimes cultivate sentience, but can a natural geological feature do the same thing? With his increased sensitivity lately, Wen Zhihao could detect that this hot spring in fact had a lot of qi, many many more times than in the ambient air. So it wasnt entirely out of the question. ...How idle am I to even be thinking so deeply about this? To be safe, he decided not to have a dip in these hot springs. Thinking about it, bathing naked in a sentient pool of water was a little obscene. So instead, he curiously examined the flowers and plants growing around the spring. However, they were all tiny and delicate and probably expensive and not suitable for infusing with light magic to sell cheaply. Hell leave these probably-rare plants to someone who knew what to do with them. So, by the end of his trip in the forest, Wen Zhihao had collected common flowers, both from branches from those freshly fallen to the ground; he also found some nice smooth rocks on the bottom of the riverbed and picked up some nice and complete feathers too. Once Wen Zhihao returned back to his room, he used some talismans to help preserve the flowers and infused them with magical qi. He then activated a strong heating talisman for his own very safe hot bath in non-sentient waters. When he really couldnt procrastinate any longer, Wen Zhihao started doing the new set of required talismans for the Talisman Hall. Dip, draw, swish, dip ink brush in ink again, ah crap got some ink on my robes again... After writing some required talismans, Wen Zhihao decided it was a good time to stop. He tidied everything up and went to bed. Very early the next morning, when it was still dark, storm clouds suddenly gathered. Qi rippled and swirled around the outer sect dormitory and then settled again. The residents of the outer sect dormitory slept peacefully in the gentle qi pervading the building. Wen Zhihao woke with sparkling eyes. He felt extremely refreshed and energetic because he remembered a dream he had. It was enlightenment! He had some new ideas on how to make writing talismans easier!! Why was he trying so hard to use a difficult brush? A ballpoint pen would not work, but in modern times, there were also brush pens and fountain pens! He needed to make the handle part of the brush hollow and fill it with ink, such that the ink slowly saturated the brush, allowing him to draw without having to constantly dip. This would also make it so much easier to write talismans outside because he wouldn''t need to carry ink and inkstone and deal with that mess. After that, he could infuse qi into the ink itself, which would mean that he wouldnt even need to focus on streaming qi as he drew the talismans! Of course, this might reduce the fine-tuning of the amount of qi inserted into a particular talisman....but when had Wen Zhihao worried so much about that? And for the final piece of enlightenment, Wen Zhihao could create a talisman that moved the brush so that it would print out another talisman! He would just need to cast the invoking-movement talisman and refill the qi-ink every once and a while, and just leave the printer to run. Wen Zhihao was very happy and pleased with himself. Of course, the details needed to be figured out, but even if he only successfully completed the first task, it would constitute a great advancement~! He quickly wrote some draft plans for now since he had an appointment that morningmeeting Sun Fuyu and later accompanying Sun Fuyu to one of the slightly far-away towns. Sun Fuyu had a solo mission, and Wen Zhihao thought it would be nice to accompany Sun Fuyu and sightsee at the same time. He hadnt felt quite right with the idea of Sun Fuyu heading out alone As Wen Zhihao strolled to the kitchens, he felt as though the world was brighter. Details were clear and he was even about to spot Sun Fuyu flying from far away. Somehow, his eyesight had improved! Wow, qi sure was useful. Seeing how many cultivators could cultivate a young handsome/beautiful appearance, it looked like qi cultivation could also fix some of the problems plagued by mortals. Wen Zhihao waited for Sun Fuyu outside the gate that led to the kitchens. With his golden robes and good posture, Sun Fuyu looked the picture of a good, young promising sword cultivator of the Golden Sun Sect. When Sun Fuyu spotted Wen Zhihao, he immediately flew faster. Sooner than he expected, he came into the field of Wen-ges gentle circulating qi. Sun Fuyus brows wrinkled for a moment. Wen Zhihaos aura had changed... Sun Fuyus eyes widened. He had advanced another sublevel! Wen-ge is the best at cultivating! Sun Fuyu was still in this daze when he landed in front of Wen Zhihao. Wen-ge is so strong. I like Wen-ge...Wen-ge is so strong. Wen Zhihao tilted his head at Sun Fuyus inexplicably adorable dazed look. He reached out and placed his arm across Sun Fuyus shoulders. Xiao Yu, did you sleep well? Sun Fuyu startled at the sudden touch. His cheeks reddened. Y-yes. Wen Zhihao smiled. Good. Lets have a good breakfast so that we will have energy for the day ahead! He let go of Sun Fuyu and started walking to the kitchens. Sun Fuyu was still a little bewildered by all the turn of events. Is Wen-ge not going to mention his advancement? Every time Sun Fuyu advanced, Wen-ge would give him something. Sun Fuyu should do the same thing! Sun Fuyu suddenly realisedWen Zhihao was modest! That was why he never mentioned his own cultivation! Wen-ge was so amazing.Sun Fuyu had a lot of catch up to do! Wen-ge is the best! There was burning determination in Sun Fuyus eyes. Wen Zhihao was confused about what suddenly motivated Sun Fuyu, but not knowing didnt bother him. He rubbed Sun Fuyus head indulgently. If you say so, but dont forget to flatter Aunty Liu and the other workers. Sun Fuyu nodded seriously. Ill listen to Wen-ge! Wen Zhihao: >_> Hm, let''s not take a dip. *walks away* Hot springs: T_T dont you like me anymore??? The BL Spring Anthology will begin posting next week! If you want, you can do the quiz to be sorted into teams, and the team that comments the most wins eternal glory! ALSO!!! Salted Fish is now on Chrysanthemum Garden! Ill be SPaG [spelling & grammar] editing it before uploading it onto CG \(???)/ AND! AND! Thank you to all the readers, Salted Fish went into Trending on Monday!!! And welcome new readers~!! 34. Mangos! Durian! *tears of joy* The two of them helped out and had breakfast as usual. Aunty Liu Jing generously gave them more food to stock up for their trip. Wen Zhihao teased the demonic beasts/kittens with some new toys he made for them and bribed gave some of the talismans to Cultivator Huang Jialing, who accepted the messily drawn talismans with a complicated face. Well, they were technically cats now but Wen Zhihao was too used to thinking of them as kittens, and demonic kittens aged a little slower anyway. (Later, Huang Jialing would show her girlfriend, Qian Jiarui, the talismans. Qian Jiarui admitted that the talismans worked, but she couldnt help but grimace.) Morning routine done, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu finally set off from the sect for Sun Fuyus mission. They flew southwards. Wen Zhihao found himself wide-eyed as they crossed over the land. His eyesight had definitely somehow gotten better overnight. It was amazing how far he could seeall the better to enjoy the scenery! They flew almost the entire day, with a brief rest at noon. Below them, the landscape changed multiple times, and by the time they reached their destination, even the weather had changed from the brisk spring of the north to the warm spring down south. Either they flew faster than Wen Zhihao expected, or this Earth was smaller than the Earth he knew. \_()_/ Their destination was a town with a large river crossing through it. The river-side docks were bustling and Wen Zhihao could see multiple markets near the docks, and smell the slight fragrance of food carried by the wind. Sun Fuyus mission was simple: someone had reported a Level 2 demonic disturbance, and he had to deal with it. There was in fact another cultivation sect closer by, but it was a small sect and not so well versed in the northern demon that was currently plaguing the town. Wen Zhihao had amassed a good amount of mortal money by this point, and so he booked a good inn room with two beds for the two of them. They shared a small meal in their inn room, which also gave Sun Fuyu a chance to rest. Wen Zhihao even forced him to take a nap! Even though Wen Zhihao himself was working! (Actually, Wen Zhihao was doodling out his idea for the self-inking brush. The flight was a long one, so his mind wandered a lot.) Once night fell, though, Sun Fuyu had to get up. Nighttime was the best time for dealing with most demonic disturbances. Regretfully, he said, Wen-ge, Ill go complete the mission by myself. Ill be quick, and well meet again here tomorrow morning. Go safely, Wen Zhihao told him. Do you have that communication talisman on you? Yes, Wen-ge. Ill be here waiting for you. Sun Fuyu straightened, more determined and stern. Wen Zhihao watched as Sun Fuyu headed off. Sun Fuyu stood out among the mortals. He walked straight-backed, his aura serious and handsome. Some of the normal people were even afraid of him. Wen Zhihao, in contrast, found it very cute since he knew just how soft Sun Fuyu was. Sun Fuyu was a very good young man, and a very hardworking one too. After all, Sun Fuyu even worked overtime. Wen Zhihao poked a little more at his new projects and then went to sleep. That night, everyone in the inn had a particularly refreshing sleep, and in a 100-meter radius, the neighbourhood was calm. In contrast, the outer disciples back in the Golden Sun Sect dormitories felt like they couldnt sleep well at all... The next morning, Wen Zhihao awoke to find Sun Fuyu sitting on the other bed, meditating. His robes and face were clean. The sun shone from above the horizon, and many delicious scents of breakfast hawkers entwined in the air. Wen Zhihao yawned and stretched, sitting upright in bed. All done? Sun Fuyu nodded. Yes, there were no complications. Wen Zhihaos lips quirked up. As expected of such an outstanding young cultivator. He took down his noise-quieting talisman and the bustling morning sounds from outside finally leaked in. Would you like to rest more? Sun Fuyu shook his head and leapt out of bed. Ill go wherever you want to go! Wen Zhihao inwardly thought, Aiya, so energetic. He yawned again and forced himself to get out of bed. Anyway, he was feeling a bit hungry with all the food scents. In that case, we will head to the markets. They checked out of the inn, and like two mortals, strolled down the street. The actual non-cultivators conveniently walked around themno one wanted to provoke them. When they reached the markets, Wen Zhihao kept one eye on the items around them and one eye on Sun Fuyu, in case Sun Fuyu saw something he liked but wouldnt admit. As expected of a river-port town, there was a lot of freshwater fish, both alive, and cooked. As a trading town, there was also a wider selection of foods and ingredients than usual Wen Zhihao smelt a lovely fragrant, tropic scent...it can only be mangos! Proper tropical sweet mangos! Proper mangos from the south! Wen Zhihao tugged Sun Fuyu and accurately navigated through the market to the fruit sellers with fresh mangos. Not only were there mangos, but also other fruits like bananas and coconut and durian and jackfruit and rambutan! Maybe this particular xianxia world did have other countries! Wen Zhihao immediately took out his money. With his sharp sense of smell, Wen Zhihao was able to pick out the best smelling fruit, ripe but not overripe. He happily paid the bewildered fruit sellers (cultivators....eat these kinds of mortal fruit??) and placed all the fruit into his spatial storage ring. Sun Fuyu had never seen these strange fruits. One of them [the spiky durian] smelt particularly weird...but he wasnt one to question Wen-ge. Is there anything else you want? Wen Zhihao asked Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu shook his head. He felt as bewildered as the fruit sellers. Wen Zhihao ended up buying them some grilled fish on a stick to have for their breakfast. There was no need to stay in the noisy town to eat, so the two of them drew their swords (to the alarm of others) and flew away. Wen Zhihao found a suitable grassy hilltop to sit and eat the grilled fish. Then, he took out one of the many mangoes. This is a mango, he told Sun Fuyu. Its very, very good. Wen Zhihao looked for a knifeonly to realise that he didnt have a knife. But he had no intention of using the sword he stood on daily to cut the mango. Xiao Yu, do you happen to have a knife? Sun Fuyu shook his head. I can use qi to cut if Wen-ge needs me to. Very smart, Xiao Yu! Come here, cut the mango across like this Sun Fuyu listened very carefully and did exactly as Wen Zhihao directed him. Once cut, the sweet scent of mango became even more intense. Wen Zhihao took a bite. The mango was perfectly ripe, a little soft, and extremely sweet. Fruits from the hotter regions are much sweeter, he said contentedly. Have a try, Xiao Yu. Sun Fuyu copied Wen Zhihaos actions. The mango fruit juices burst into his mouth as he bit down. Sweetness and a slight stickiness spread across his tongue. It was as sweet as sugar! Sun Fuyu chewed and swallowed and quickly took another bite. His eyes curved in enjoyment. Wen Zhihao smiled fondly. Recalling how Sun Fuyu had used his qi, Wen Zhihao copied and sliced up the rest of the mango. The two of them finished it off, leaving behind only the giant seed inside and very sticky hands. Giant seed. Wen Zhihao had a second enlightenment. This author has something to wonder about: seriously though, xianxia worlds, do they ever include other countries??? Or are these realms small and flat??? Also. Durian \(R?Q)/ I have a story that involves desserts made from fruit including durian. 35. In which Wen Zhihao decides to change the scenery from xianxia novel to a farming novel afflinghaze Plants grew from seeds. Wen Zhihao had bought many tropical fruits with the intent to ration them over the next month or so, as the spatial storage could perfectly preserve food. But what if he planted the seeds? Sure, they werent in the tropics, but he could use a talisman to make the air warmer If he could grow these fruits, then he wouldnt have to travel far to acquire them, and he wouldnt have to wait till season for them Wen Zhihao mentally patted himself on the back. (Completely not thinking about whether growing these fruits would be difficultthere should be a talisman for that, surely?) With this scheme in mind, Wen Zhihao put the mango seed back into his spatial ring and took out some water for him and Sun Fuyu to wash their hands. What about the other fruits, Wen-ge? Now that Sun Fuyu had experienced the deliciousness of mango, he was eager to try more. Lets go back to the Sect first. Eating some of these fruits can be messy ba. Okay! The two of them flew leisurely back towards the Golden Sun Sect, taking twice as long on the return trip. They spent the night outside while they looked for Things That Were Hollow for Wen Zhihao to use as ink reservoirs. Sun Fuyu was very smart in helping him collect thin bamboo and hollow reeds. As for the brush hairs, Wen Zhihao could use the demonic beast kitten cat fur that was shed on him every time he visited them. The next morning, they continued flying back and arrived at the sect in the late afternoon. Wen Zhihao accompanied Sun Fuyu to the Missions Hall, where Sun Fuyu went through the administration of registering a completed mission. (Wen Zhihao ignored the look of one of the cultivators there) Then, they headed to the kitchen so that Wen Zhihao could acquire a knife. Mangoes, bananas, rambutan, and jackfruit were all well received by Sun Fuyu and the other kitchen workers. As for durian, Wen Zhihao decided that more prudence was required. Hell prepare in the forest away from other people and divide the durian flesh into some kind of air-tight containers for everyone later. Through this fruit tasting, Wen Zhihao carefully kept all of the seeds. Old Tang, I want to plant these seeds. Is there a farmer or gardener who can help? Old Tang stroked his beard. Hm, here we do not grow these particular fruits, but perhaps it is similar to other fruits. Come tomorrow and Ill introduce you to the fruit gardeners here. Sun Fuyus eyes widened. Wen-ge, are you going to raise fruit trees? Can you grow a lot of mangoes? Wen Zhihao smiled. For you, of course. Sun Fuyus heart skipped a beat. Then Ill continue to work hard too! Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmin was very satisfied with her hardworking new direct disciple, Sun Fuyu. After his successful solo mission, Liu Zhongmin gave him more materials to study and extended her practice sessions with him. Sun Fuyu worked seriously to train his sword and increase his sword cultivation. Meanwhile, it was a good thing that Elder Liu Ru did not keep tabs on Wen Zhihao. Because Wen Zhihao had temporarily stopped his plan to make writing talismans easy and was flying around learning how to grow fruit trees. It was a matter of priority: plants needed time to grow. Though he didnt think it would be hard. He had read multiple novels with characters with a magical space with spiritual spring water that could drastically improve plant growth. And here in the Golden Sun Sect, everyone drank spiritual water, and all the vegetables were grown with spiritual water. First, with Old Tangs introduction, Wen Zhihao talked with the non-cultivator farmers of the Golden Sun Sect. From them, he learnt a bit about planting and watering schedules, and that as long as he gave a percentage of the fruits to the Golden Sun Sect, as a sect disciple, he could obtain a basically unlimited supply of spiritual water. Furthermore, herb cultivators could be allotted land around the sect. ...Hm, did internship as a concept exist in the sect? Wen Zhihao headed to the Outer Sect Library next to take a look at various spiritual herb cultivation manuals. There were a lot of complicated techniques, but it all boiled down to injecting the right type/amount of qi into spiritual herbs at the right time, and oh, for some reason, cultivators were expected to remember all of it even though they could easily look it up. As a programmer who used to search engines and stack.overflow, Wen Zhihao decided that being a herb cultivator was a bit boorish. Nonetheless, he cleaned himself up, brushed his hair neatly, and went to visit the Herbalist Hall. The inside of the Hall was an indoor garden, with rows of delicate-looking herbs. Rather than having a junior cultivator doing admin, the only cultivator in the Hall was a powerhouse of a Middle Stage Nascent Soul herbalist currently tending the plants. This particular cultivator, named Zhao Chunfeng, looked like an old man complete with a long white beard. Wen Zhihao bowed respectfully. This junior disciple greets the elder. Senior Cultivator Zhao Chunfeng finished tending the current pale pink herbs before looking over. Outer sect disciple, should you not be in class? What are classes, but theoretical knowledge? True progress comes from practice, Wen Zhihao said smoothly. This junior disciple is interested in growing magical plants. Everything had qi in it, so technically mangoes could be considered magical. In particular, this junior disciple is thinking of growing plants inside a large magical space. In this manner, surely it would be easier to control temperature and weather conditions. However, this matter is not easily explained in the materials available in the Outer Sect Library. Hmpff, you are getting ahead of yourself, Zhao Chunfeng said, stroking his long white beard. Such magical spaces are extremely expensive and entirely inaccessible to outer sect disciples such as yourself. Then it is possible, Wen Zhihao thought this was the key point. Hmph. Most spatial rings preserve time, but you want to have time to pass. Forget it, young one. If you wish to grow some spiritual herbs, then I can allot you a small patch of garden. Say, what is your cultivation pathway? Zhao Chunfeng could tell that this young cultivator had reached Middle Stage Golden Core, and therefore should be entering the inner sect soon. If he was a promising herbalist, then he could poach him. If he was a medicinal or crafting cultivator, Zhao Chunfeng would analyse him further. This junior disciple is currently a talisman cultivator. In an instant, Zhao Chunfengs face darkened. Hmpff! What kind of talisman cultivator needs spiritual herbs? Are you wasting my time?! This junior disciple would not dare and is very serious Get out! Wen Zhihao smiled politely and bowed. Thank you for your help, Elder. Zhao Chunfeng waved an imperious hand and Wen Zhihao was pushed by qi out of the Herbalist Hall. The doors slammed the moment he was outside. Wen Zhihaos smile dropped as his qi flared up violently. Wen Zhihao''s new slogan: There''s a gadget talisman for that! 36. His lips were soft… afflinghaze The wind rushed fiercely around him, causing his robes to flare out. Wen Zhihao took a deep breath and breathed out, dissipating his annoyance into the air. It had been a while since he faced someone so impolite. Wen Zhihao was serious about growing mangoes and other tropic fruit. He had even thought about giving that old-looking herbalist cultivator some fruit as thanks. Tch, not anymore! Wen Zhihao didnt want to waste any more time (nor fruit) on such a person. Dusting that mans qi off of him, Wen Zhihao decided to visit the Equipment Hall. There was an entire section in the Hall dedicated to spatial devices. Among these devices, there were a number of spatial pendants that had a mini space complete with grass, sky, sun and spiritual water spring but he had to leave empty handed, because they were much too expensive and he was much too poor. Wen Zhihao went to the forest outside the sect to brood think. Look at all these trees growing so easily! It shouldnt be hard. Wen Zhihao was too poor to buy one of those special spatial devices meant for growing herbs. He was not a crafting cultivator, so he couldnt make one himself. He could make talismans that mimicked sunlight (the glowing flowers) and rain (his new shower talisman). But making time pass? What did that even mean? He was no physicist nor philosopher, and back at his time on modern earth, the scientists still hadnt figured it out Forget all the complicated cultivation methods. If he cant get land in the sect, then he could just buy some normal pots and fill them with good soil and plant the seeds. And if they grew well, he could find a nice clearing in the forest. Wen Zhihao smirked. He was going to plant such good fruit and that old herbalist Zhao wont get any of it. Since he was in the forest, he decided to prepare one of the durian. They needed to eat it so he could extract the seeds, anyway. With the new knife he now kept in his spatial ring, he split the spiky durian apart and placed different fruit pods inside the empty water bamboo tube and inside the empty food box. He stuck some shield talismans on them to form an airtight bubble around them and placed everything back inside his spatial storage. With that sense of accomplishment, Wen Zhihao decided to reward himself with a nap. Buying plant pots from the nearby mortal town was easy. Wen Zhihao sold more of his glowing flowers and some of the smokeless heating talismans. He made more than enough money to purchase half a dozen large clay plant pots, which he stacked inside his admittedly getting-very-full spatial storage. The next day, Wen Zhihao met Sun Fuyu at the kitchens as usual. Have you planted the mango seeds yet? Sun Fuyu asked, eyes shining. Wen Zhihao grinned. Today, we will! He took out the six large pots. Well fill these with soil and plant the seeds. Aunty Liu~, Wen Zhihao called out. Liu Jing internally rolled her eyes at Wen Zhihaos coaxing tone. What is it, Xiao Wen? Can we leave the pots and plants to grow here? They shouldnt take much space, and this means you can pick the fruits first. Liu Jings lips twitched up. Isnt this just asking us to help you look after them? Wen Zhihao nodded. Yes, he said shamelessly. As a mature adult, he knew when to put down his face for more important things. Old Tang spoke out first, Aiy, of course we can help you! Thank you, Wen Zhihao said. He took out the durian next. Everyone, come try this fruit so that we can get the seeds too. Can someone bring some plates? Just like that, all the kitchen staff and Sun Fuyu crowded around Wen Zhihao. A number of plates were passed to him. The smell is a little strong, but I assure you that it tastes very strongly sweet. Wen Zhihao took off the shield talisman on the hollow bamboo and tipped out a few durian fruit pods. The sweet, strong, custardy scent spread immediately. Wen Zhihao immediately salivated. Durian really deserved its title as the king of fruits. Eat, careful of the seed in the middle. As demonstration, Wen Zhihao pulled some durian flesh from one fruit pod and popped it in his mouth. The sweet tropical flavour filled his mouth. Sun Fuyu gulped. As a cultivator, his sense of smell was very good. This was one reason why many cultivators ate such light-tasting food compared to mortals. However, because he spent time with Wen Zhihao, he was able to eat all the foods that he had missed out in his childhood and eat completely new foods made by Aunty Liu Jing and the other kitchen staff. It made Sun Fuyu more appreciative and more adventurous when it came to food compared to the usual Golden Sun Sect cultivator. Not to mention that, if Wen-ge said it tasted good, then it definitely had to taste good! It was just that the smell was a little strong... Here, Wen Zhihao said, when he noticed Sun Fuyu hesitating. He held out a piece of durian close to Sun Fuyus lips. Sun Fuyus lips parted in shock. His heart thudded in his chest as his mind sped up. What does Wen-ge mean, what does Wen-ge mean? Does he want to feed me, or should I take it with my hands, but what if he wants to hand-feed me, and if I rejected him then, no, that would be terrible Wen Zhihao was a little alarmed at how Sun Fuyus brows were drawing together in distress. Xiao Yu, if you dont want to eat it, then thats okay Sun Fuyu leaned forward and ate it from Wen Zhihaos fingers. Wen Zhihao quickly let go, but his fingers ended up brushing Sun Fuyus lips. They were soft. Wen Zhihaos chest inexplicably tightened, even though the qi in the air was not exerting any unusual force. Sun Fuyu slowly chewed, hyper aware of Wen-ges gaze on him. He was only able to taste the durian through his embarrassment because the durian was so strongly flavoured. He swallowed and licked his lips. Good? Wen Zhihaos voice was a dry whisper. En, Sun Fuyu stared back into Wen Zhihaos eyes and agreed. Aiya, let me try some! Old Tang said, reaching out for a durian pod. Youre right, it tastes even better than it smells! Liu Jing restrained herself from hitting Old Tang up on the back of his head. Could he not see that the two young cultivators were sharing a moment?!! Just like that, all the other kitchen staff helped themselves. Wen Zhihao took out the food box with the rest of the durian so that everyone could have some. He handed a whole fruit pod to Sun Fuyu on a plate. Sun Fuyu lowered his head and accepted it. Even though Wen-ge had given Sun Fuyu a plate this time, that fact that he had fed him a moment ago still remained. The corners of Sun Fuyus lips curved up as he slowly ate the durian. Wen-ge likes me! He peeked up at Wen Zhihao, who gave him a small smile. Sun Fuyus eyes dropped again. He likes me! Wen Zhihao thought that Sun Fuyus eating posture was too cute. Anyone would think that, right? Look, even the stern Aunty Liu Jing liked Sun Fuyu Everyone! My friend wrote this short story for me, called Farm to Banquet Table !!! And it''s so GOOD!! It''s a GL, with a chef MC who transmigrates into a book set in the ancient times/ancient china, and she cooks yummy food and there''s a slow build romance with a stoic, strong female farmer ???? Please check it out! And-and- Salted Fish went into trending again??!! Thank you to all my loveable and cute readers!!! (ţ 3) 37. Wen-ge is amazing! – Sun Fuyu every day, probably After eating durian, Aunty Liu Jing and the others started making actual breakfast. Wen Zhihao, Sun Fuyu and Old Tang went to collect some more vegetables from the sects farms. Old Tang eagerly told the farmers about the fruit they were going to plant. The farmers were interested and didnt mind giving Wen Zhihao some of their dirt and fertilizer, which was put into Sun Fuyus spatial storage because Wen Zhihaos was too full of random things he had hoarded collected. Ill go back with you, one of the female farmers named Wang Aimei said. I have some knowledge of growing these kinds of fruits. Wang Aimei had studied agriculture down in the south previously before settling into a permanent job at the Golden Sun Sect. Wang Aimei returned with them to the kitchens. After eating fulfilling bowls of spicy and flavourful rice noodles, Wen Zhihao and his trusty assistant Sun Fuyu got down to work. Aunty Liu Jing let them have some space in the open area outside the kitchens. With Old Tangs direction, the two cultivators cleared the area and moved the clay pots over. Sun Fuyu filled them with dirt and fertilizer. With Wang Aimeis help, they planted some of the seeds from the fruit that they had eaten. If it werent for Wang Aimei, they wouldnt have known to remove the outer husk from the mango seeds first, or that many seeds needed to be planted at a certain depth. She also told them how often each of these should be watered, which Wen Zhihao scribbled down and handed to Aunty Liu Jing for safe keeping. Liu Jing upon receiving the instructions: . Instead of a greenhouse to mimic the tropical conditions, Wen Zhihao stuck a couple of talismans on the pots to help regulate temperature, humidity, and sunlight. This is quite amazing, Wang Aimei said in admiration. She could literally feel the warm bubble surrounding the pots. Glass greenhouses were very expensive and spatial growing spaces were reserved for the most special of magical herbs. These talismans must be expensive Here, have some, Wen Zhihao gave her a stack of them. Wang Aimei blinked as she suddenly became the owner of special talismans. Ah? What? Huh? Look, you can read, yes? I wrote down the name of each talisman in the corner. Wang Aimeis face grew excited as she read the different names. Extra sunshine: five sichen, Rain: 1 sichen, Warm-air filter: 1 week Just apply it onto a surface and it will activate, Wen Zhihao continued. Pull it off it and it will pause. You can save it to use the rest later. Sun Fuyu puffed up his chest. Wen-ge is amazing! No one made talismans like this before! Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. Actually, he only worked out the pause mechanism because he felt like he was a bit too poor to go wasting paper writing talismans, even if he used both sides of the paper. After all, he didnt lack the qi for these little talismans. He just lacked physical resources because he couldnt be bothered taking any work missions... Now, you simply need to wait and water them when necessary, Wang Aimei said once she recovered her composure. There is one more thing, Wen Zhihao said. He passed his hand over the seeds. Rather than injecting sun qi into flowers to make them glow, Wen Zhihao pulled some qi from the surrounding alive plants and sprinkled a little on the seeds to kick start their growing process. The soil on some pots seemed to shift a tiny bit as some of the seeds germinated and extended down roots. One even sprouted a little leaf. Wen Zhihao withdrew his qi. According to the spiritual herb cultivation manuals, one needed to wait for the plants to absorb most of the injected qi before continuing, or else mutant growth could occur. There, we just saved about two weeks. Wang Aiwei had seen cultivators speed up the growth of plants before...but she just hadnt seen someone spend so much effort on growing common fruit. Perhaps young cultivators liked to have a fresh and unrestrained style? Everyone, look forward to the future fruits of our labour, Wen Zhihao said, his eyes already seeing the delicious future. Many people nodded. They could also see the delicious future. And then you can have as many mangoes as you want, Xiao Yu, Wen Zhihao said. Sun Fuyus lips curved. Thank you, Wen-ge! Sun Fuyu could see that Wen-ge had dedicated more pots to mango trees than any other fruit. Wen-ge was so good to him...What could Sun Fuyu do to show that he liked him too? Wen-ge, when is your birthday? Sun Fuyu asked sneakily. The corner of Wen Zhihaos lips quirked up. He told Sun Fuyu the date, which was in less than a month. Sun Fuyus eyes widened. So soon, he whispered. In a louder voice, he said, Wen-ge, I need to go now! I might go away on some short missions... How could Wen Zhihao not see his machinations? He rubbed Sun Fuyus head. En, work hard, but remember to sleep, okay, Xiao Yu? Sun Fuyu tilted his head up so that it pressed more into Wen-ges hand. Um, he agreed. Elder Liu Ru frowned when Senior Cultivator Zhao Chunfeng scowled at her as she was passing by the Herbalist Hall. Fellow Daoist Zhao, is there a problem? she asked calmly. One of your disciples thinks its funny to mess around! Zhao Chunfeng snorted. He was dressed like an outer sect disciple, with a sloppy appearance. What kind of disciples are you accepting these days? A certain name and face appeared in her mind: Wen Zhihao. Elder Liu Rus calm expression did not change. Please speak clearly, Fellow Daoist Zhao. That disciple of yours came to pester me about growing magical herbs! Does it look like I have time to chat? These herbs need extremely diligent care! Zhao Chunfeng continued to ramble on. Elder Liu Ru thought to herself. Some advanced techniques of talisman writing involved using herbs, but none of the manuals she had given Wen Zhihao contained such techniques. When Zhao Chunfeng paused for air, Elder Liu Ru bade him farewell and continued on her way. Later, Elder Liu Ru visited the librarians of the Golden Sun Sect, she idly asked them about whether a disciple named Wen Zhihao had come by. It turned out that he had, and his reading list was quite varied, from various talisman cultivation manuals to spiritual herb cultivation manuals. What is on the mind of young cultivators these days? Elder Liu Ru lamented in bed that night. In her private abode on her mountain peak above the clouds, moonlight filtered through the gauze covered window, producing enough light for her to see clearly. Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmin idly combed the bottom half of her wifes hair. She smiled. Are you sad that you dont have a lovely disciple like my Sun Fuyu? Wen Zhihao is not my disciple, Liu Ru said. Qian Jiarui will be my successor. Liu Zhongmin hummed. Just ask this not-disciple of yours if youre worried. Ah, but he keeps up his monthly quota, always on time. You havent been acting inappropriate to Disciple Sun, have you? Liu Zhongmin pouted. How can you accuse your own wife like that? Im still sad that adoption isnt allowed in the sect, even though my wife is one of the five Elders with the power to change the rules...Im sure I could convince him to change his family name to yours, just like I did Liu Ru was not amused. Liu Zhongmin hastily solved the problem by selling meng and kissing the corner of Liu Rus mouth. Lets dual cultivate? she whispered. As always, as the older woman, Liu Ru pretended that Liu Zhongmins actions were cute and agreed. Liu Zhongmins backstory is that she didnt like her father and so changed her family name to her wifes (Elder Liu Ru)...I didnt know how to squeeze that in so Im just telling you _(:3)_ Looking for more things to read? ? Many of us BL writers here on Scribble Hub have come together to organise the BL Spring Anthology, which is a collection of short stories around the theme of spring. Look out for stories from your favourite authors, and pick up new favourite authors ???? If you want to see delicious asian food in the present you can check out Farm to Banquet Table that my friend wrote, and/or eat a mango, gift a garden that I and my friend co-wrote. And to drop two danmei recommendations, Accidental Mark and Very Happy...I even wrote fanfic for Very Happy called Double Happiness! (with the exclamation mark) ??? 38. The Golden Sun Sect sure is a small place…. afflinghaze Even though Wen Zhihao was not one of her direct disciples, Elder Liu Ru couldnt help but be mildly concerned. His high cultivation given his age showed that he had diligence, and as an Elder, Liu Ru should be guiding such promising individuals. The peculiar point was that despite Wen Zhihaos Golden Core cultivation, his talismans did not reflect those of other Golden Core talisman cultivators. If so, how exactly was Wen Zhihao cultivating? A few days later, Elder Liu Ru was at the Talisman Hall when Disciple Wen Zhihao came by to drop off his monthly quota of talismans and pick up his allowance. This disciple greets Elder Liu Ru, Wen Zhihao said politely when he saw her. There was a golden robed inner sect disciple with him. That disciple also bowed. This disciple greets Elder Liu Ru. Elder Liu Ru nodded to both of them. Disciple Wen, I have heard that you are now interested in growing magical herbs. Did you wish to transfer again? Wen Zhihao gave her respectful smile without any errors. Elder Liu Ru, please rest assured that I have no intention of changing my cultivation pathway. Elder, the truth is that I have spent some time cultivating tropical fruit plants with some of the staff of the Golden Sun Sect. Elder Liu Ru: Did she hear that right? Fruit? It was true that there were some highly sought out fruit from the southern regions. What kind of fruits? she asked. Oh, mangos and bananas and durian. Elder Liu Ru: Was he a cultivator or a mortal?! Wen Zhihao smiled flatteringly. I will give Elder Liu some when they are ripe. Rest assured that I have fulfilled my monthly quota. I have also developed this. He took out a small potted flower from his spatial storage. With a touch, it started to glow. With both hands and a lowered head, he held it out to her. This disciple gifts this to Elder Liu Ru. Watering two or three times a week will keep its vitality. The light from this plant is very good for your eyes and is especially suited to use when writing talismans at night or indoors. Elder Liu Ru: This looked very similar to some of the new light-emitting items that some of the crafting cultivators had been making recently. Did he want to become a crafting cultivator instead? .Forget it ba, at least Wen Zhihao is fulfilling his monthly quota. And his cultivation was actually quite good. And the most important point for someone like Elder Liu Ru who had to deal with many administrative issues in the Sect: he didnt make trouble. Elder Liu Ru, this disciple is very appreciative of your guidance in my talisman cultivation, Wen Zhihao added. The disciple next to him nodded. Forgive this disciple for being impolite, Elder Liu Ru, but Wen-ge is very good at writing talismans. Elder Liu Ru accepted the potted flower with a strained smile. Very well. Continue to work hard. Wen Zhihao nodded. He and his friend farewelled Elder Liu Ru and left. Elder Liu Ru placed the potted flower into her spatial storage and continued on her various administrative tasks. Once she was done for the day, Elder Liu Ru floated back towards her mountain. As a talisman cultivator above Nascent Soul, Elder Liu Ru did not need a sword to fly. Upon reaching the base of her mountain, she saw Liu Zhongmin perched on top of the roof of one of the buildings. Elder Liu Ru floated up to her, landing gently down beside her wife. Liu Zhongmin turned to her with an aggrieved face. My lovely disciple Sun Fuyu is currently inside the demonic beasts enclosure! Elder Liu Ru looked in the same direction. With her sharp eyesight, she could see two familiar disciples in the enclosure. The demonic beasts were still in-between infant and adult stage, now reaching up to their hips. Her brows crinkled. That outer sect disciple is Wen Zhihao. Then the other must be Sun Fuyu. Really? Liu Zhongmins expression became complicated. The Sect sure is a small place. At least Sun Fuyu is progressing well, Liu Ru comforted Liu Zhongmin. At least Wen Zhihao fulfills his monthly quota, Liu Zhongmin returned. They both fell silent, looking over the demonic beast enclosure again, where the beasts were playfully/murderously jumping at conjured images of butterflies. They look like theyre having fun Liu Zhongmin said reluctantly. Elder Liu Ru looked at her younger wife. She could see Liu Zhongmins hands twitching slightly as she tried to suppress her urge to pet things. Liu Zhongmin squirmed under the gaze. I wont join them, jiejie1older sister! Liu Ru tilted her chin up. What jiejie? Im going into temporary secluded cultivation. With a light tap of her foot, Liu Ru flew into the air. Ah! Liu Zhongmin jumped to her feet. Ill seclude with you! She quickly drew her sword and flew after Liu Ru. You don''t need to fly! I can carry you too! Elder Lius face was filled with black lines. She hoped no one had heard her wifes reputation-destroying lines... Meanwhile, down at the demonic beasts enclosure, Wen Zhihao ignored the sounds of senior cultivators talking in favour of petting the cats. He knew they were getting a little bigit seemed to happen quite suddenly when spring came. But that meant that their fur was even fluffier. It was all the better to bury his face in and hug. The mango plants are growing well, Sun Fuyu said happily. He was a little sad that they wouldnt be grown in time for Wen-ges birthday...but that was fine, Sun Fuyu had collected a lot of spiritual stones lately, and he had missions lined up to collect more. Wen Zhihao smiled and hugged a particularly fluffy cat who was too lazy to jump around like his compatriots. Sun Fuyu was very studious even here: he diligently activated various talismans that Wen Zhihao had made and petted multiple cats. Wen Zhihao hoped that this would help Sun Fuyu rest before his next missions. Disciples Wen and Sun, Cultivator Huang Jialing called out, entering the enclosure. Its time for their training, please leave. It was only constant familiarity that Huang Jialings face did not change seeing dangerous beasts acting like sweet kittens under Wen Zhihaos hand. Wen Zhihaos qi aura was too good at making them all calm and happy. This year, no beast had gone mad. Wen Zhihao stood up and petted the large cats. En, work hard to grow up big and strong. Grrrr, the cats said. Huang Jialings face changed slightly. She could understand what they were saying: - Thats right, well become stronger than you and then well see who pets who! - Ra ra ra, all talk, no action. - I saw you chasing butterflies just like the rest of us. Pei! But Wen Zhihao was oblivious. He simply gave Huang Jialing another stack of talismans. At this point, he felt like he was bribing her...well, she hadnt stopped him from returning again and again, had she? Xiao Yu, lets go have a good rest before you have to leave again tomorrow, Wen Zhihao said. Sun Fuyu bowed to Huang Jialing and then eagerly followed Wen-ge out to their place in the forest. Sun Fuyu felt that he liked Wen-ge so much that he even slept better in Wen-ges presence...and after Sun Fuyu gives some gifts in return to show his sincerity, maybe they could sleep even closer together! 39. A little tsundere While Sun Fuyu went out on long missions with Liu Zhongmin other direct disciples, Wen Zhihao finally started on his ink-reservoir plan. First, he bought a cheap mortal ink brush and took it apart. Using that as a guide, Wen Zhihao collected the fur that stuck his robe. With some glue made from flour and water, Wen Zhihao gathered the fur into a brush-tip shape and stuck it inside one of the hollow reeds he had. Then he filled the reed from the other end with qi-infused ink and carefully attempted to write without it spilling out. Needless to say, the brush tip was bad and the ink flow was messy and fast. Ink went all over the paper and onto his hands. He experimented with making different brush tips, with different brush bodies, with ink of varying consistency. Eventually, his hands became so inkstained that it couldnt be washed off, though Wen Zhihao was sure that someone must have invented a special expensive soap that could remove ink from skin. In the end, he came up with something usable. The body was made of one thin, small bamboo inside a slightly larger thin hollow bamboo. Bamboo was strong enough that it wouldnt snap, and the double layering was just in case the inner bamboo became saturated with ink. To control the inkflow, he had to block most of the bottom part of the bamboo. A tiny piece of cloth was the first semi-permeable barrier that reduced inkflow. Before reaching the brush tip, the ink then had to squeeze through a tiny channel, which Wen Zhihao made by filling the bottom with a thick paste-like glue, leaving just a small pathway for the ink. The brush tip itself was then glued in. The ink in the reservoir needed to be very smooth. Wen Zhihao hadnt made a talisman for making smooth ink yet...but he planned to! The end part was then capped off with a small twig smoothed down to fit snuggly. He even made a cap for the brush tip side. This took Wen Zhihao many, many days, during which he worked on his talisman quota the normal way with his normal brush. By the time he finally completed his brush pen, there was only one talisman left for his quota, which he wrote using the brush pen. He then capped the pen again and placed it down, and tried not to think about how he had spent so much time on this one pen. And, before each use, he needed to recharge the ink with qi, since the qi had a tendency to leak out after a day or two. There was an advantage: the smaller brush tip he made combined with the continuous, still fairly generous ink flow made his talisman handwriting look better. He remembered back in 21st-century earth, there had been some pens with extremely, extremely tiny tips which led to very fine writing by people-who-werent-him. The next day, after re-energising sleep and re-energising food, Wen Zhihao packed his new fancy pen, some leftover talisman writing paper, and found a quiet place in the Sect gardens. It was just about summer now, and sitting in the shade of a tree felt very refreshing. Hehe, luckily he wasnt a sword cultivator, or else he would have to train under the sun. He no longer needed to mess around with dipping his brush into ink. Instead, he freely wrote out some more of his special talismans for air-cooling, bug-repelling, ice-makingIf he gave some of the ice-making talismans to aunty chef Liu Jing, she might get the hint and make ice cream. Ripples in the qi in the air made Wen Zhihao pause. It was all spiky and familiar, something that he felt from afar on many mornings. An angry cultivator in golden robes stomped down the pathway, completely disregarding the scenery. The moment he saw Wen Zhihao, he became even angrier. Disciple Wen, Zhang Wu gritted out. He raked his eyes over Wen Zhihaos lazy posture, the mortal-looking bamboo pen, the messy scribbles on talisman paperwhat a waste! Outer sect disciples these days, do none of them want to work? Do they think theyre so good already, that theyre all prodigies waiting to be uncovered?! Wen Zhihaos brows furrowed as Zhang Wus qi became even more violent. Wen Zhihaos own qi spread out. Fellow Daoist Zhang, take a deep breath. Release it Feeling the suppressing qi, only then did Zhang Wu realise that Wen Zhihaos cultivation had somehow reached his own level! How in the Heavens did the wastrel Wen do that? It could be easily seen that Wen Zhihao was still poorer than most outer sect disciples, and the gossip was that Elder Liu Ru did not spend time training Wen Zhihao. Take a deep breath, release itFeel the warm sun, listen to the rustling of the leaves... Zhang Wu resisted the basic meditation cultivation technique, but his qi rebelled as it preferentially flowed in a manner that copied Wen Zhihao. Despite himself, Zhang Wu slowly calmed down. He didnt like the feeling though. It made him feel weak. Did your students annoy you again? Wen Zhihao asked. Surely no one can provoke you more than me. Zhang Wu scoffed, but there wasnt much heat in it. Have you been in contact with them? They want me to introduce them directly to Senior Lin Yijun when they cant even manage to reach Foundation Building! Oh, they need a better sword, oh, they need a different sword cultivation method, oh Seeing that Zhang Wu was making himself angry again, Wen Zhihao felt that this young adult really needed more guidance. Aiya, and clearly no one else had done it, so it fell on Wen Zhihaos shoulders. He interrupted, saying, Fellow Daoist Zhang, I will be impolite and tell you that your temperament is not suitable for teaching the outer sect disciples. I recommend you take a break or quit this job. Here, I have some talismans that can help. Wen Zhihao gathered a number of talismans. Here, this will cool you down. Summer heat can make a person more irritable. It is said that more fights occur in hot weather. This produces very hot water, good for a bath. Together, you should have a much better nights sleep, and wake up feeling refreshed for the next day. Hm, this one produces illusionary butterflies, perhaps you can use it as part of your sword training, or otherwise, they look quite cute. Speaking of cute, werent those big cats the cutest? Fellow Daoist Zhang, are you busy right now? Zhang Wu was still looking suspiciously at the talismans stuffed in his hands, and absently replied, When am I not busy? Come with me. What??! Wen Zhihao pushed Zhang Wu to the demonic beasts enclosure. Luckily it wasnt too far away, or else Zhang Wu would have recovered enough to resist. Wen Zhihao skilfully undid the lock and gently shoved Zhang Wu inside. Wen Zhihao then locked the gate again behind them. Are you crazy?!!!! Zhang Wu shouted, eyes widening at the large demonic beasts stalking towards them. He summoned his sword in a flash. His eyes widened further when Wen Zhihao suddenly picked up one of the demonic beasts. Literally. Picked up. And the beast did not attack back. Instead, it made a little meow sound. Zhang Wu backed away a step as Wen Zhihao approached him with the demonic beast. These claws, those teeth In fact, Wen Zhihao had purposefully chosen the most docile of the cats. He set the cat down in front of Zhang Wu. Put away your sword and hug it, he ordered. Dazed, Zhang Wu bent down and hugged it. Zhang Wu was used to following orders, so he had automatically obeyed Wen Zhihaos pretending-to-be-the-boss voice. Doesnt he feel soft and cute? Yes Objectively, it was true. Wen Zhihao didnt have any cat food on him, but he did have some human food. Since these werent actual cats, it should be alright, right? He handed Zhang Wu a skewer of cooked meat. Once Zhang Wu hand-fed the cat, the cat became even more sticky, purring happily. Zhang Wu hesitantly started to pet the cat even without Wen Zhihaos prompting, his eyes becoming a little soft and lost. Wen Zhihao nodded to himself. Yep, hes a bit tsundere. Dont quote me on how brush pens are made...the best link I could find about the insides of them is from here. To be honest, my ULTIMATE OC is a crafting cultivator but o(TTo) Im just still dreaming about that story and havent even started plotting it at all (so many story ideas, so little time/money)... 40. Absence makes the heart grow fonder afflinghaze Eventually, once Zhang Wu calmed down, Wen Zhihao was able to learn why Zhang Wu had been assigned to teach the outer sect disciples: Firstly, no one else wanted to do such a job, as they rather just occasionally watch and poach the most outstanding students. This meant that the competition was low. Secondly, the job did pay somewhat well, and it was safe. While petting the cat (the others were occupied with jumping around in the background chasing butterflies), Zhang Wu admitted his insecurities stopped him from taking dangerous missions outside the sect, leaving him with the job in the sect that he could do: training the outer sect disciples on the sword cultivation route. A small part of his heart knew that he wasnt the best sword cultivator, and would never be the bestthough he would never admit this to Wen Zhihao. In the end, Zhang Wu ruffled the cats fur and said, And furthermore, senior Lin Yijun has been taking most of the missions lately. Who can compare with such a genius cultivator? The job requestors would be disappointed if someone like me showed up instead of Lin Yijun. Wen Zhihao had no idea who Lin Yijun was. Instead, he asked, Who is your mentor? Zhang Wu named some senior cultivator whose name Wen Zhihao also didnt know and quickly forgot. Hes often on travels, Zhang Wu said with a slightly sour note. His senior disciple is left to train the inner sect disciples under his banner. Wen Zhihao rubbed his hairless chin. He had no intention of accompanying Zhang Wu on missions himselfhe had no combat ability. He would rather accompany Sun Fuyu. If your mentor is not around, why not collaborate with others? I have heard good things from the disciples under Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmin. They are all friendly and like to go on missions together. I can ask my shidi to introduce you. Zhang Wu gave him a look. You mean Disciple Sun Fuyu. At Zhang Wus not-complimentary tone, Wen Zhihao narrowed his eyes slightly. When did I lie? ...Ill contact them myself, I have more connections than you, Disciple Wen. At that, Wen Zhihao relaxed, since it meant less work for him. The gate to the enclosure opened. Cultivator Huang Jialing looked at the two male cultivators sitting on the ground, her gaze turning complex at seeing Zhang Wu and the demonic beast on his lap. Teaching others to spoil them, Wen Zhihao? Huang Jialing drawled. Fellow Daoist Zhang, I did not expect to see you here. Zhang Wu cleared his throat and quickly stood up. I was just leaving, thanking Fellow Daoist Huang for reminding me of the time. He glared at Wen Zhihao and hurriedly left. Wen Zhihao stood up too. Im going, I dont have enough food for them anyway. Since this visit was unplanned, Wen Zhihao hadnt prepared many bribe-talismans, so he reluctantly stuffed a few cooling and ice talismans in Huang Jialings hands before leaving. As Wen Zhihao was strolling back, he suddenly remembered that he wanted to make a talisman that would make his brush pen move for him Yeah, nah. Just like that, Wen Zhihao decided it wasnt worth the effort. Hell just have to remember to sneakily suggest it to crafting or talisman cultivator so that someone else could develop it instead. Hmm, at least the sect should now be more peaceful if Zhang Wu left more often. Wen Zhihao tucked his hands in his sleeves and gazed at the blue sky. Tomorrow, Sun Fuyu would be returning, and the day after, it would be his birthday. Sun Fuyu was eager to return to the Golden Sun Sect, but since he was with his martial seniors, he had to act calm and restrained. It was late at night by the time they arrived back. They all immediately went to the Missions Hall to report and receive their spiritual stone rewards. Coming to the courtyard? one of his shijies surnamed Hu asked Sun Fuyu. Asking Hu-shijie, the Equipment Hall is still open at this time? Yes, it is. Then I need to go there. Cultivator Hu nodded. Remember to have some rest to recover your qi, she said kindly. All those in Liu Zhongmins group shared a fondness for Sun Fuyu. At first, some of them had been simply following Liu Zhongmins treatment of this new shidi. But they soon found his hard-working and humble attitude pleasing, and very different from the little lords temperament that other new inner sect disciples had. En, Sun Fuyu nodded. He gave his shijies and shixiongs quiet farewells and headed to the Equipment Hall, re-counting the spiritual stones he had collected in the past month. A tension eased in his stomach. He had enough! The next morning, Sun Fuyu got up early to train. After training, he washed up, put on fresh new robes and hurried down to the kitchens. His heart began to thud when he caught sight of Wen-ge waiting for him by pathway to the kitchens. When Wen-ge smiled at him in greeting, his chest swelled with warmth. A brilliant smile grew on Sun Fuyus face. Wen-ge! Good morning, Xiao Yu, Wen Zhihao replied. Youve gotten stronger. Sun Fuyu puffed up his chest. Thank you, Wen-ge. Come. Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyu on the back as they walked down the pathway to the kitchens. Since youve been gone, your ge has been encouraging the plants to grow every day. When Sun Fuyu came into sight of the kitchens and the area in front of it, his eyes widened. Wen Zhihao had been modest: the little mango trees were now as tall as Sun Fuyu and the branches were drooping with large green mangoes. Sun Fuyu could also see that the mango trees were the most mature of all the tropical plants, which meant that Wen-ge must have paid them extra special attention! Green means that it is unripe. You can still eat it, but it is typically for savoury dishes as it is sour, not sweet, Wen Zhihao said. In fact, Wen Zhihao felt that he wasnt that good at playing as a herbalist cultivator. Someone with a plant-growing power could grow ripe trees in a few minutes! Though that was the wrong fantasy, just like how Wen Zhihao couldnt bend fire automatically despite being a fire root When I went out with my shijies and shixiongs, we visited a few mortal towns. I bought back some local dishes to try, Sun Fuyu said, taking out an array of different packaged food and still-hot street foods from his storage ring. Unfortunately, since Sun Fuyus missions had been in the north, he hadnt been able to get some more tropical fruit. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened. Xiao Yu, youre so good. Aunty Liu! Look what Xiao Yu bought us! Liu Jing came out from the kitchens. Xiao Yu is back, she said warmly. I made your favourite pancakes. At Wen Zhihaos shout, more kitchen staff came out. They all greeted Sun Fuyu warmly. Sun Fuyu smiled and greeted them back. It felt good to have people who welcomed his return. After helping out, as usual, Aunty Liu took out a large plate of scallion pancakes just for Sun Fuyu. In a moment when the kitchen staff were chatting to each other, Sun Fuyu said quietly to Wen Zhihao, Thank you. Wen Zhihao gave him a confused look, which then turned into a fond smile. Aunty Liu made these scallion pancakes just for you because she likes you. Arent we all friends and family? Theres no need for thanks between family. Sun Fuyus chest tightened as his eyes became a little sour. Family. Missions were good, but he had also missed this very much. Youre An Alpha??! Summary: Liu Ning is an alpha who everyone thinks is a beta. He works for alpha President Yan Qiang. On the first day of spring, Yan Qiang decides to ask Liu Ning out on a date... Rating: G/PG Tags: Omegaverse, Tiny amount of flangst, Friends First, Friends to lovers Wordcount: 2.5k 41. Wen Zhihao’s birthday The next day was Wen Zhihaos birthday. His real age was twenty-something, but this body was technically twenty. He woke up feeling particularly invigorated because today Aunty Liu Jing had promised she would be nicer to him and cook his favourite dishes instead of blatantly favouring Sun Fuyu. (Not that he didnt support favouring Sun Fuyu!) Wen Zhihao cleaned himself up and headed to the kitchens. This time, Sun Fuyu was waiting for him. Sun Fuyu looked a little nervous, but he greeted Wen Zhihao as normal. Good morning, Wen-ge. Happy twentieth birthday. I wish you happiness and good health! Thank you Xiao Yu. Do you know what Aunty Liu has planned? Sun Fuyus lips turned down in confliction. Wen-ge, she told me to keep it a secret Wen Zhihao laughed. En, its good that you listen to her. Lets go! Because they had more time to prepare, and because Wen Zhihao was apparently turning twentyan auspicious agethe decorations were many. Wen Zhihao cheekily accepted the red envelope that Aunty Liu gave him. It was definitely better to pretend that he was twenty in order to receive this! This is a lot of food for breakfast! Wen Zhihao said brightly. Liu Jing gave him a look. Your shidi has something planned for you in the evening, so we can only celebrate during the day like this. And dont pretend that you wouldnt be upset if you had to wait till lunch! Wen Zhihao glanced at Sun Fuyu. Is that so? Thank you, Aunty Liu. Wen Zhihao went on to thank every person present. Eat. Of course, you can keep whichever dishes you like, Liu Jing added, knowing Wen Zhihaos temperament well. Wen Zhihao ended up spending the entire morning hanging around the kitchens, and so did Sun Fuyu. They ate food, including birthday cake and longevity noodles, tended to the plants, and rested while Sun Fuyu recounted things that happened on his missions to an interested audience of Wen Zhihao and other kitchen staff. Then, Wen Zhihao showed off his new brush with its internal ink reservoir. Sun Fuyu looked at him with admiring eyes, the words Wen-ge is amazing written clearly across them. Ah, but I should make some more Wen Zhihao said. Aunty Liu Jing showed again how well she knew Wen Zhihaos temperament, suggesting, There are some brush makers in the nearby town. You can ask them to make these new brushes. Wen Zhihao clapped his hands. Aunty Liu, youre so smart! I can even use the lucky money you gave me! Stinky boy, Liu Jing said affectionately. Ill make ice cream tomorrow for you. Wen Zhihao beamed. Thank you! Xiao Yu, youll love ice cream. Later, when the fruits are ripe, we can even make fruit ice cream! Sun Fuyu perked up. Mango ice cream? Of course! That can be done, Liu Jing said, her eyes going softer at Sun Fuyu. You can also make mango pudding, mango soup with tapioca, mango cake Wen Zhihao continued. Liu Jings soft eyes disappeared when she looked at the troublemaker Wen Zhihao. If Xiao Yu likes it, then I will make it. Wen Zhihao smiled helplessly. Aiya, just like me, Aunty Liu likes Sun Fuyu best! Sun Fuyu blushed, which only made both Wen Zhihao and Liu Jing adore him more. As the evening approached, Sun Fuyu became more anxious. Alright, Xiao Yu, what do you have planned for me? Going to town, Sun Fuyu said nervously. To have dinner at a restaurant. Wen Zhihao was amazed that Sun Fuyu remembered his restaurant suggestion months ago. Back on 21st-century earth, many of his birthdays were celebrated by going to eat out, especially when he was younger. His parents were divorced, and both had a distant hands-off approach to raising him. Going to a restaurant for his birthday was the easiest thing for them to do, but Wen Zhihao had cherished those moments. Unfortunately, as Wen Zhihao got older and went off to university and his parents remarried others and had more kids, his parents stopped caring about him beyond a diminishing-to-zero monthly allowance. Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyu. Im looking forward to it. The two of them got on their swords and flew out of the sect. To Wen Zhihaos surprise, they went to the lake-side restaurant that Wen Zhihao had initially suggested for Sun Fuyus birthday. When they landed, the mortals quickly stepped back. Since this wasnt a town they often went to, the residents were not familiar with them and so treated these cultivators with a mixture of fear and respect. This particular restaurant was relatively avant-garde in comparison to its time period. The waiters were all dressed in neat uniforms, and they were able to suppress most of their surprise when a golden robed cultivator and yellowed robe cultivator from the Golden Sun Sect walked in. A private room overlooking the lake, Sun Fuyu said. Yes, Master Cultivators, the waiter bowed. The private room they were taken to was opulently decorated in the detailed, intricate style favoured in this ancient era. The place was rich enough to have glass in the windows, allowing them to see the lake, the surface rippling with light from the lakeside buildings. The waiter gave them a menu each and retreated. Order whatever Wen-ge likes. I have the money! Sun Fuyu said, his posture straight and his face perfectly serious. Wen Zhihao laughed. Yes, Xiao Yu. Together they ordered multiple dishes. Wen Zhihao picked some favourites for both of them and some dishes that Aunty Liu Jing hadnt cooked for him yet. The food came out quickly. Between bites, they talked about the more complex details about Sun Fuyus missions and Wen Zhihaos qi-infusion ink process that wouldnt have made sense to the kitchen staff. During the long series of missions, Sun Fuyu had fought evil demons, malicious demonic cultivators, collected rare plants, and even visited a hidden realm! Sun Fuyu was really admirable and very strong. He was a true proper sword cultivator. You are very strong and very admirable, Wen Zhihao praised. Spots of pink appeared on Sun Fuyus cheeks. En. He was happy that Wen-ge noticed all his hard-work. He was going to continue to live up to Wen-ge praise! He was a sword cultivator and Wen-ge was a talisman cultivator. It was a very good match! Once dessert came out, though, Sun Fuyu started to shift restlessly, giving Wen Zhihao sneaky looks. Wen Zhihao: ... But it was cute, so Wen Zhihao pretended not to notice for now. He unhurriedly ate his tangyuan, while asking Sun Fuyu whether or not he had seen Zhang Wu talking to his senior martial siblings yet. Zhang-shixiong? Sun Fuyus lips turned down. Why? If all goes well, he will be ending his career as a teacher and going on missions instead, Wen Zhihao said. If the others under Senior Liu Zhongmin are anything like you, then Im sure they will be excellent cultivators to work with. Sun Fuyu took a moment to parse the hidden compliment. He smiled shyly. In the future, will Wen-ge work with me? Yes. As long as I dont have to fight, Wen Zhihao internally sweated. Xiao Yu, you dont like the tangyuan? Ive seen you eating tangyuan before...Oh, Xiao Yu, slow down! Sun Fuyu had hurried to show that he was eating, but tangyuan couldnt just be swallowed like that! They need to be chewed! After they finished eating, Sun Fuyu paid. The two of them headed out for a stroll along the lakeside to help digest their food. Some parts of the lakeside path were dimly lit, so there werent many others around. Since they were cultivators, the low light did not bother them. Sun Fuyu played nervously with his sleeves. Wen Zhihao glanced at him with an unconscious fond smile on his lips. It was really time to put Sun Fuyu out of his misery. Wen Zhihao stopped walking and asked, Xiao Yu, is there something else on your mind? Sun Fuyu became even more nervous. Yes he admitted. He fiddled with his robe pockets. I have a gift for ge. He took out a refined ring box and held it out to Wen Zhihao. Happy Birthday, Wen-ge. I hope you like it. Aunty Liu Jing: Sun Fuyu is such a lovely young man. Wen Zhihao on the other hand... Sun Fuyu: Wen-ge, Wen-ge *bright eyes following Wen Zhihao* Aunty Liu Jing: Aiya, but the cabbage is running after the pig 42. Two master cultivators, walking down the street… Wen Zhihao opened the ring box, and lo and behold, inside there was an elegant spatial storage ring. Sun Fuyu said, Your spatial storage was getting full. Wen-ge bought me a spatial storage ring, so I bought you one too. Wen Zhihaos eyes curved into pleased arcs. He immediately put the ring on. Thank you very much, Xiao Yu. Wen Zhihao vaguely recognised the ring model from the last time he visited the Equipment Hall looking at spatial storage devices: while this ring wasnt the top-most expensive ring, it still cost a lot of spiritual stones. Yet, rather than buying himself a better sword, Sun Fuyu bought Wen Zhihao this ring. With this, Wen Zhihao could hoard so much more things! It couldnt grow plants inside it, but he preferred growing them by the kitchen anyway where there were other people who could do most of the work help. It didnt feel enough to just say thank you. It wasnt just the spatial ring, but also the fact that Sun Fuyu took him to dinner, to a place that Sun Fuyu had felt uneasy about a few months ago. That Sun Fuyu even took the entire day off from cultivating just for him. Wen Zhihao tucked the gift box away and beckoned Sun Fuyu closer. Sun Fuyu took a step forward, brows wrinkled in confusion. His eyes widened when Wen-ges arms enclosed him in a tight hug. Sun Fuyus heart began to race as his eyes grew sour. Thank you so much, Xiao Yu. This year has been...literally the best year in my memory...Hug me back, Xiao Yu. Sun Fuyu lowered his head in embarrassment and raised his arms to hug Wen Zhihao back. Wen-ge was solid and warm. They were so close that their qi fused slightly. A feeling of joy and excitement filled Sun Fuyu. Then...this means that Wen-ge accepts my feelings! Hes hugging me, so he must feel the same! It was such a good feeling that Sun Fuyu didnt want to let go. Instead, he nuzzled his head into Wen Zhihaos shoulder. The coquettish action pinched Wen Zhihaos heart. It was a feeling that Wen Zhihao had never felt before, but it made him want to hold Sun Fuyu tighter, and pet Sun Fuyus hair and... Across the street a distance away, Wen Zhihao heard a couple noisily declaring their love in front of some disbelieving relatives. Something jolted in Wen Zhihaos chest. Wen Zhihao had vaguely admired all the beautiful and handsome men around the sect, but there hadnt been any movement. He would simply recognise the aesthetic beauty. This was the same back when he was on 21st-century earth, for the most part. He had only felt enough to know that he was probably gay, but he had never enjoyed (or suffered) a high school or university romance. But it struck him now that...Sun Fuyu wasnt just cute and adorable and hardworking. He was also attractive. And that Wen Zhihao was attracted to him. Wen Zhihao could feel the power and strength of Sun Fuyus body. He could also feel his softness and warmth. Suddenly, this hug didnt feel as innocent as Wen Zhihao had intended. But Sun Fuyu was hugging him so earnestly that he didnt want to let go either and have Sun Fuyu mistakenly think that Wen Zhihao disliked him. Chatter from the mortals nearby broke both of their reveries. Wen Zhihao pulled back first. Seeing Sun Fuyu''s confusion from the broken hug, Wen Zhihaos fingers itched and he couldnt help but pinch Sun Fuyus cheek. Sun Fuyu pouted. Wen-ge! he said in a kittenish tone. Or maybe it wasnt kittenish but Wen Zhihao felt like it was. Wen Zhihao grinned, patting Sun Fuyus cheek before taking his hand back. Lets keep walking. Weve never properly explored this town before. Sun Fuyu nodded. He shifted closer to Wen Zhihao as they walked. Soon, they entered an area where there were many eating and drinking establishments along the lakeside, and on the lake itself on floating boats. The lighting was irregular, mostly leftovers spilling from inside these establishments, though it was more than enough for the two cultivators to see. Multiple scents, both delicious and disgusting wafted through the air, intermingling with music and chatter. They had only walked a short distance when a group of drunken men were expelled from one of the more stinky drinking establishments. The rancid smell had Wen Zhihao wrinkling his nose. Perhaps it was due to the imperfect lighting, or perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but this group of men staggered directly towards them. Hah, forget it, well never go to that blasted place again! Thats right!! Angry, arrogant, they blatantly looked at the two strolling/patrolling cultivators that everyone else had been carefully avoiding. Ah? Ah? Is that you, Fuyu? one of the men said loudly. It is you, isnt it! Ehhh, is that your missing son? one of the other men said equally loudly. Wen Zhihao frowned, glancing at Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyus face turned steely cold at the approaching men. Its him. In a louder voice, he said, Good evening, father. I see that you are well. The man who was supposedly Sun Fuyus father laughed nastily. HA! After you did your little trick and ran off?! Do you know how much face we lost when that young master came by and you were missing?!! We lost twenty silver taels because of you! Father Sun looked at the man standing next to his long-lost son. And who is this bastard? Turns out you became another man''s concubine anyway? HAHA! B*tch! Sun Fuyu hissed, moving to stand in front of Wen Zhihao. Go away, old man! If I had listened to you, I would be dead by now! So what? You''re my son, my flesh and blood! You have to listen to what I say! I can report you to the government office for breaking filial piety! Sun Fuyu narrowed his eyes. Onlookers had gathered. Sober onlookers who could clearly see that the two young men were cultivators. Oh, those drunken men are dead. Tch, cultivators like to boss us normal people around Is that really Old Sun''s missing boy? Wen Zhihao noticed Sun Fuyus hand going to his sword. He immediately placed a steadying hand on Sun Fuyus arm and moved to stand next to him. Sun Fuyus eyes flickered slightly, before lowering as he reached out and grabbed Wen Zhihaos hand. Thinking that Sun Fuyu wanted reassurance, Wen Zhihao didnt let go. With a pleasant smile that didnt reach his eyes, Wen Zhihao said, Uncle, I and my shidi are currently peacefully enjoying the night in this town. This Master Cultivator recommends that you go home and sleep, and avoid slandering others in public. M-master Cultivator?! Fear finally showed up in Father Suns eyes. My Fellow Master Cultivator Sun Fuyu is an inner sect cultivator of the Golden Sun Sect. His sword has dealt with many demons. Father Suns legs suddenly became weak. He was a person who had also suppressed the weak, just like his weak hateful disaster-star son. But cultivators who dealt with demons were so beyond him that they were like emotionless gods. Mess with the wrong one and they would slay you where you stood. Dont stand there. Go home, Wen Zhihao prompted mildly. Y-Yes, Master Cultivator! Sun Fuyu sneered. Thats right, father. Run! He moved his sword slightly so that their eyes would be drawn to it. The drunken men staggered off, throwing fearful looks back. Wen Zhihao had no doubt that they would start cursing him later, but as long as they couldnt hear, Wen Zhihao didnt care. Xiao Yu, lets leave. He let go of Sun Fuyu''s hand to take out his sword. Onlookers hurried back in fear as the two of them drew their swords, but the two cultivators did nothing else but fly away like fairies. You can kind of say that Wen Zhihao as being demisexual & gay...And also, this chapter took a long time for me to edit OTL 43. Sun Fuyu’s past Wen Zhihao led the way. Rather than returning to the sect, they landed on a large mostly clear clifftop that overlooked the forest and the sect in the distance. Wen Zhihao took out some bedding and placed it on the ground. He activated a warming talisman and sat down, patting the bedding next to him. Sun Fuyu sat down, quiet as a mouse. Wen Zhihao knew basic things about raising kids, but he didnt know how to comfort Sun Fuyu. After a moment, he reached out and rubbed Sun Fuyus back. Sun Fuyu leaned against Wen Zhihaos shoulder, which meant he was doing something right. We can report your father to the local authorities, Wen Zhihao started. Did you see the look on his face when he realised we were cultivators? Sun Fuyu asked, a dark tone in his voice. It was the first time he was scared of me, instead of the other way around. Wen Zhihao smiled lightly. En. He continued patting Sun Fuyus back. Wen-ge must be curious Curiousity does not mean I have to know. Your past is yours, Xiao Yu. The person you are now is very good. I wouldnt wonder if Aunty Liu wants to adopt you instead. I know that I would like to have you in my family. Wen Zhihao realised a moment later that it could be taken ambiguously, but...it was the truth. He pressed his lips together, hoping that Sun Fuyu wouldnt take it the wrong way. Sun Fuyus eyes grew a bit sour and his chest tight. The feeling was like a little glowing pink flower bursting out of the darkness, protected by warm hands. He was glad that they werent sitting face-to-face, but rather side-by-side. Leaning more against Wen-ge, he decided to speak. He wanted to clear up some of the things his father had spat out, to make sure that Wen-ge was on Sun Fuyus side. When I was young, a fortune teller said that I would die before my nineteenth birthday and that I would kill everyone around me. So while my siblings got everything, I had to work like a cow and horse. The first time I ate jian dui and tanghulu was with Wen-ge. My parents had enough money, but they wouldnt even give me a little. But they were my parents. Maybe I was cursed...maybe how they treated me was my faultSometimes, I even thought that it was the fortune teller who cursed me. Its not your fault, Wen Zhihao said softly. He also wondered as a child, that if maybe he was more obedient and cute, maybe his parents wouldnt have divorced. Sun Fuyus breath shuddered a little. Um he said noncommittally in reply. And then...when I was twelve, my parents came in contact with some people who said that an old master from another town was looking for concubines and that they would pay twenty taels as so-called bride price. Sun Fuyu scoffed lightly. Who doesnt know what that means? Out of me and my brothers and sisters, who would they sacrifice? Filial piety for what? So I ran away. I lived in the forests and laboured in the fields for some money when I could...and then one day, a cultivator saw me and took me to the Golden Sun Sect. Wen Zhihao thought silently: And then, when you came to the Golden Sun Sect, you were bullied by the other students, had your spiritual stones stolen, and no one helped. Wen Zhihaos chest pricked with pain. The hand that was patting Sun Fuyu reached out, pulling Sun Fuyu into a side hug. Your parents were wrong. That fortune-teller was wrong. Dont die on me, Xiao Yu. We have a long, good life ahead of us. After all, cultivators lived a long time. Sun Fuyu swallowed. A long, good life together with Wen-ge. His throat got stuck, not knowing what to say. Having aired all his grievances, he felt raw and pained, but he also felt like a big burden was lifted from his shoulders. His past and family background did not disgust Wen Zhihao. Sun Fuyu turned slightly, burying his face in Wen-ges shoulder. Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus arms, suppressing his urge to jump up and scold Sun Fuyus blood family. He now understood Sun Fuyus aggressive action from before. Unfortunately though, here, filial piety was the law, so his prior suggestion of reporting Xiao Yus father would lead to nothing unless they wanted to bribe the law officials or abuse their status as cultivators. Forget them, Wen Zhihao said. You living well will make them wallow in their own regret. In the future, if you want, we can stroll in that town so that the townsfolk know that you are now a great cultivator and mock your parents for being contemptuous and blinded for missing out on such a good son. All the townsfolk will deride them, and theyll be laughed and spat at on the streets...And we wont have to do anything. Or, if thats not enough, you can capture a demon and pull it along with you down the street so that everyone can take a good look, and you can accidentally almost lose control of it just as you pass a certain house... Sun Fuyu huffed out a light laugh. Wen-ges ideas of revenge were so weird. The laughter relaxed him, and Wen Zhihao was also relieved. The two lapsed into silence, Wen Zhihao staring over the moonlit landscape, and Sun Fuyu gazing at Wen Zhihaos shoulder and chest. Wen Zhihao wondered if he should tell Sun Fuyu about his transmigration status. But he didnt want to overshadow Sun Fuyu, and he had no idea how Sun Fuyu would react. One big emotional revelation per night was more than enough. Eventually, Wen Zhihao yawned. Sleep time, Xiao Yu. Sun Fuyu nodded, his head brushing against Wen Zhihaos shoulder. Wen-ge he said in a small voice when Wen Zhihao was about to get up. Hm? Stay...close Sun Fuyus cheeks went red. Its a bit cold, can we sleep together? Wen Zhihao froze slightly. He thought that Sun Fuyu meant it casually, that he wanted reassurance after tonights emotional upheaval. However, now Wen Zhihao was aware of his feelings, he had a sneaking suspicion that it might not be quite right for him to take advantage of Sun Fuyu like that. But since Sun Fuyu asked, Wen Zhihao did not have the heart to refuse. It was just lying down as two good friends, right? En, he finally agreed. Sun Fuyus lips curled up happily. That night, the two of them laid side-by-side. They each had their own blankets, and they were not physically touching. But Sun Fuyu could feel the soothing gentleness of Wen-ges aura. An aura that felt this soft to him meant that Wen-ge greatly liked him. Sun Fuyu drifted off to sweet dreams. On the other hand, Wen Zhihao did not have a peaceful night. Although he breathed steadily and his qi flowed through his meridians, it was as though one part of his brain was peaceful, and another part was whirring with confusion. Now that he liked Sun Fuyu, what should he do about it? Should he pretend that nothing had changed? Should he try and probe whether Sun Fuyu liked him? Should he simply secretly date Sun Fuyu? He felt like he was trying to romantically abduct a pure young man, nevermind that Sun Fuyu had clearly seen darker sides of life and society than Wen Zhihao ever had. It was a little uncomfortable since Wen Zhihao had previously liked to think of himself as an elder like Aunty Liu...Did that make him a pig interested in cabbage? Well, at least he was self-aware, ba. No, no, he wasnt a beast! He was also a young man! Compared to cultivators aged a couple of hundred years, he was nothing! Wen Zhihao: How the hell did I get to thinking about that? It did nothing to help his current conundrum. It had been a long time since so many thoughts raced around his head. A hundred and one dogblood romance plots swirled in Wen Zhihaos brain. Romance was so complicated and so much hard work!! The only resolution he found was: whatever he did, he did not want to wrong Sun Fuyu. Wen Zhihao: Aunty Liu, we can make our own family! Aunty Liu Jing: *thinking: you mean, I adopt Sun Fuyu and you marry into the family?* Sun Fuyu: *thinking: Wen-ge wants to marry me! Aunty Liu becomes "blood-related" aunty?* If Wen Zhihao knew what they were thinking: (_) , then (? ?????? ?)? 44. In which Wen Zhihao procrastinates By the time Wen Zhihao awoke the next morning, Sun Fuyu had already gotten up and was training as he usually did in the early dawn light. Today, it seemed as though his movements were more rigorous and full of energy than usual, his bright brown eyes clear of yesterdays gloom. Wen Zhihao felt that Sun Fuyu had put the matter of his family behind him, but he continued to watch carefully just in case. They went back to the sect for breakfast. When Liu Jing saw Sun Fuyus overflowing happiness, and the extra concern in Wen Zhihaos eyes, her brows crinkled slightly. Aiya, what happened yesterday? Did Xiao Fuyus dinner date plan go well? Do I need to twist Xiao Wens ears? Did you have a good day yesterday? she asked Sun Fuyu kindly. Sun Fuyu nodded with a shy smile. Hm! Wasnt it my birthday? Wen Zhihao grumbled. Aunty Liu, make something good for Xiao Yu. Thats right, and you will only get to eat if Xiao Fuyu lets you, Liu Jing replied with a roll of her eyes. Wen-ge can eat as much as he wants, Sun Fuyu said. His eyes curved when Wen Zhihao patted his hair. Im glad someone likes me more than Aunty Liu, Wen Zhihao joked. Sun Fuyus smile became more bashful. Wen Zhihao was filled with the urge to hug him tightly, but he had to resist! He didnt know why he had to resist, but it felt like he should! Go and help Old Tang, Liu Jing said, narrowing her eyes slightly at Wen Zhihao. What kind of thoughts are in his head so early in the morning! Yes, aunty! Wen Zhihao said. Yes, aunty, Sun Fuyu repeated. Xiao Fuyu is such a good young man, Liu Jing said. Your breakfast will be ready when you come back. Ill make something light, okay? Okay, Sun Fuyu replied. They helped Old Tang and returned to have a light breakfast of sweet silken tofu pudding. Wen Zhihao also tended to the fruit trees, giving them some extra qi so that the mangoes could ripen faster. Sun Fuyu then had to go see his mentor Liu Zhongmin for training, full of energy and hardworking aura. Affected by Sun Fuyus diligence, Wen Zhihao headed back to his room to start making a few more brush pens instead of immediately having a morning nap. The work was mechanical, yet required enough brain-energy that allowed him to procrastinate on thinking what to do about the Thing (his feelings). Remembering all the dog blood romance that characters embroiled themselves in was too scary, ba! Within the week, the mangoes, which had received extra care, ripened. Sun Fuyu happened to be there when Wen Zhihao announced that the fruit was ready to eat. With spatial storage rings, storing the mangoes at peak ripeness for later was not a problem. But Wen Zhihao felt that eating them literally fresh would taste nicer, even if it was all psychological. Wen Zhihao picked the most fragrant and sweet mango and sliced it immediately for Sun Fuyu to eat as a dessert after breakfast. Sun Fuyu enjoyed it, his eyes curved in happiness. He found that sweet foods were extra sweet when Wen he gave them to him. But I cant eat it all! Here, Wen-ge! He wanted to hold the morsel of mango to Wen Zhihaos mouth, but shynessother people were watching!made him hand a slice of mango to Wen Zhihaos hand instead. Wen Zhihao smiled. Thank you, Xiao Yu. He ate it and realised that...the mangoes actually contained more qi than usual. They might even be classed as low-level spiritual fruits. This meant that his excuse to eat food for their qi might actually be true. Wen Zhihao: . Aiya, had he accidentally cultivated spiritual tropical fruit trees? It should be alright for the non-cultivator kitchen staff and farming staff to eat them. At best, itll just give them more energy than usual and make them feel refreshed. Come to the kitchen in the early afternoon, Wen Zhihao told Sun Fuyu. Its good to take a break during that hot part of the day. Sun Fuyu nodded. We get to spend more time together! After Sun Fuyu left, Wen Zhihao picked a few more ripe mangoes and held them out to Aunty Liu Jing. Liu Jing took them with a long suffering look. Aunty?, theyre for Xiao Yu! Wen Zhihao said. Didnt you say you would make anything for him? Make something refreshing to eat in the hot weather. I know, I know, as long as you dont try to trick Xiao Fuyu into giving it to you. Ignoring that, Wen Zhihao said, Let everyone pick one. If they can keep the seeds, then we can plant more trees. But dont let them pick them all! Keep at least ten for Xiao Yu! Liu Jing rolled her eyes. Yes, Master Cultivator. Wen Zhihaos lips curled up despite her tone. It was only because they were close that Aunty Liu could joke like that. What are you thinking about now? Go and cultivate! Be a good young man like Xiao Yu! Liu Jing shooed Wen Zhihao out. Wen Zhihao was really prophetic: today turned out to be particularly hot. Luckily, he had many talismans that helped keep water cold and a cool breeze blowing through his otherwise stuffy room. The warm temperature was also a good excuse to have a nap, so after completing a handful more proper talismans, Wen Zhihao did just that. He awoke at noon, grimacing as he wore his long-sleeved robes. If he wore a short-sleeve shirt, who knew whether or not he would be punished for indecency Thinking about the cats and their thick fur, Wen Zhihao visited their enclosure and gave Huang Jialing some cooling talismans too. Unfortunately, I dontyethave a talisman that will make a nice pond to play in, Wen Zhihao said. He paused. Fellow Daoist Huang, do these catsI mean, demonic beastslike water? Huang Jialing inwardly rolled her eyes. This disciple always mistakenly called them cats! He was lucky the beasts didnt kill him where he stood! Ugh, dont think about how much they enjoy his presence What is a little water to them? she answered. I see. Why dont you let them visit a river? That way, they can cool down and learn how to swim. They already know how to swim, Huang Jialing retorted. She trained them to do many things, the least of which was swimming! Some of them could even fly! Bathing in a river on such a day is good for anyone to cool down. One could go with a good friend Wen Zhihao briefly imagined going with Sun Fuyu, and quickly cleared his thoughts. Given that he had still procrastinated on thinking about what he should do about the Thing, it would not be a good idea to see Sun Fuyu in hardly any clothes. He farewelled Huang Jialing and the cats and headed to the kitchen. Unlike Wen Zhihao, Huang Jialing actually had a proper official girlfriend. If they bathed together...it wouldnt be bad, would it? Though she grimaced at the thought of getting date ideas from Disciple Wen, her traitorous mind couldnt help but compare all the different rivers and lakes and ponds in the nearby area... Wen Zhihao did his best to stick to shaded footpaths as he headed to the kitchen, wishing he had a sun umbrella. Upon arriving, he immediately loosened the outer part of his robes and rolled up his sleeves like a hooligan. Aunty Liu Jing gave him a look, but she didnt reprimand him. He helpfully set up some more cool-wind talismans in the kitchen to endear himself to the very important people who made delicious food. He wasnt sure exactly when Sun Fuyu was coming by, so Wen Zhihao set himself a little nest under the shade of the trees and sipped ice-cold water. Aiya, drinking such cold water is not good for the body, Old Tang said in concern. Ah! Why are you putting an ice cube on your face?! Wen Zhihao grinned. Old Tang, Im young, so I have a good constitution! Come relax with me. Old Tang gave a longing look, but he shook his head. Your Aunty Liu will kill me! He headed back into the kitchen. Wen Zhihao was left alone among the hustle and bustle of the kitchens. He closed his eyes, and Sun Fuyus image appeared in his mind, accompanied by a tight feeling in his chest. It had been a long time since he wanted the internet. If he had access, he could have made an anonymous account and asked smart netizens to solve his problem for him. He supposed he could ask Aunty Liu but she might refuse to ever give him food ever again. The ice-cold water in his stomach soon warmed up, and the heat made him sleepy. ?? 45. A sleeping salted fish~ Sun Fuyus post-mission training session with his mentor Senior Liu Zhongmin went a bit long. It was early afternoon by the time he was done. Although he could regulate his body temperature fairly well now, he still washed himself and changed into fresh robes before heading to the kitchens. As he approached, he felt that Wen-ges qi was particularly soft and gentle. Then he saw his ge asleep under the tree shade. His robes were messily half-undone, and his hair even more messily strewn about. The skin on his arms was revealed. A cool breeze emanating from a few talismans nearby made Wen-ges hair and clothes ruffle slightly. He had no particular expression in sleep, but his aura was very peaceful, his lips slightly parted as he breathed. Sun Fuyus heart fluttered. It wasnt the first time he had seen Wen-ge sleeping, but somehow, it felt different. Sun Fuyu stepped over to him and knelt down on the edge of the blankets that Wen Zhihao was sleeping on. Sun Fuyu reached out and secretly touched Wen-ge hand. There was some ink still stuck on his skin. Wen-ge did not wake at all, even though his senses should be very sharp. Was it because that Wen-ge unconsciously sensed his aura and automatically trusted him? Wen-ge told him that it was good to take a break during the hot part of the day. Did he mean to have a nap together? Sun Fuyus cheeks heated up. He wanted to join his ge...But they were in public! Ah, its Xiao Fuyu! Aunty Liu noticed. Aiya, dont worry about your Wen-ge, he hasnt woken up despite the noise from the kitchens. Sun Fuyu quickly yanked his hand back. Wen-ge still didnt wake up, despite Aunty Lius call. He reluctantly stood up and went to Aunty Lius side. Good afternoon, Aunty Liu. Liu Jing smiled at Sun Fuyus obedient appearance. Ive made some mango ice cream for you, it is nice and refreshing. I should wait until Wen-ge wakes up Liu Jing leaned close and whispered, I made many bowls of it, you can have one to yourself first and share the others with your Wen-ge. Dont worry, your Wen-ge grew these mangoes for you anyway. Sun Fuyu wavered and ultimately decided to have some ice cream by himself first, along with a number of other kitchen staff. After he finished one bowl, he accepted two new ones filled with the mango ice cream and walked out to Wen-ge was sleeping. It was now that Wen Zhihao stirred. A thought struck Sun Fuyu: Did Wen-ge wake because he smelted food? It was funny, making Sun Fuyu grin. Wen Zhihao blearily rubbed his eyes, his lips curving up in greeting. Xiao Yu, when did you arrive? He moved aside to give Sun Fuyu space. Not too long ago. Sun Fuyu sat down on the blanket and handed over one of the bowls to Wen Zhihao. It would have been nice if there was one bowl so that they could share it...But the mango dessert was too good, it was better to each have their own bowl. Thanks, Xiao Yu. Wen Zhihao scooped up chilled mango-sweetness and creaminess and took a satisfying mouthful. Sun Fuyu also ate with satisfaction. He felt as though he could feel a bit of Wen Zhihaos qi infused in the ice cream. This is so delicious, does Xiao Yu agree? Wen Zhihao asked. En. After Wen Zhihao finished eating, he placed his bowl down at the edge of the blanket, looking over at the growing tropical plantsthere were many more pots now. The bananas should be ripe next. Aunty Liu could make banana ice cream, fried banana with ice cream, banana cheesecake, banana milk, banana cake...Hm, since there is an oven, we could make pizza He stroked his hairless chin. Sun Fuyu blinked at his ge, not understanding many of the all the words that his Wen-ge was saying. How does Wen-ge know so many dishes? Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. Its not that I have eaten all these things, I have just seen or heard of them. At that moment, he thought about telling Sun Fuyu the truth...but they were still at the kitchens where others could hear them. Case in point: Aunty Liu was walking out the kitchen carrying two fresh glasses of spiritual water, handing them each one. She said to Sun Fuyu in a wry voice, It is because your Wen-ge spends a lot of his time dreaming about food instead of cultivating. What if I want to become a chef cultivator? Wen Zhihao protested. Aunty Liu raised one unimpressed eyebrow. Wen Zhihao pouted. Aunty Liuuuuuuuuuu. Sun Fuyu giggled behind his hand. Aunty Liu, the ice cream was very delicious, Sun Fuyu said, handing her the two empty bowls. Aunty Lius face softened. Thats good. It was extremely delicious, Wen Zhihao said. Is that so. Despite Aunty Lius voice, her eyes were still fond towards Wen Zhihaothough they grew noticeably more indulgent when she looked back to Sun Fuyu. Rest slowly, Xiao Yu. After Aunty Liu left, Wen Zhihao laid back down. With his heart warm and slightly fluttery, Sun Fuyu laid down next to him. They didnt nap, but they did continue to rest in a warm and comfortable silence. Later in the afternoon, when Wen Zhihao deemed it cool enough, Sun Fuyu returned back to Liu Zhongmins grounds. He carried with him some extra portions of mango ice cream that Aunty Liu gave him. Sun Fuyu decided to give them to his shijies and shixiongs, so that they could also taste how good it was. They were all training. Hu-shijie noticed him first waiting by the edge of the training square. Is there a problem, Sun-shidi? she asked with concern. Sun Fuyu shook his head. I have something for Hu-shijie, he said, taking out the bowls of mango ice cream from his spatial ring. Hu-shijies eyes brighten. I really shouldnt Please, try it. Alright. Each bowl also had a spoon, so it was very convenient to eat. Soon after Hu-shijie started eating, all of Sun Fuyus other shijies and shixiongs came over with curious eyes. He gave each of them a bowl of ice cream. Waaaa, where did you get these? This is so delicious! Thank you so much, Sun-shidi! Even his shifu Liu Zhongmin ate some. Very delicious. What kind of low-level spiritual fruit is this made from? Sun Fuyu stood proudly. Aunty Liu Jing made them from the mangoes my shixiong grew! Liu Zhongmin blinked. You have another shixiong who is a herb cultivator? Sun Fuyu shook his head. Hes a talisman cultivator. ...Ah. Liu Zhongmin remembered her wifes exasperated comments about Disciple Wens lack of direction and found herself unsurprised in hindsight. The kitchen doesnt make such delicious food at all! Hu-shijie said, perplexed. When did you even last eat at all? Gao-shixiong said drily. You have perfected inedia. Hm, but its good that you have an aunty here, Hu-shijie said with a warm smile to Sun Fuyu. Its hard in the sect if you are without family. En. Sun Fuyu lowered his head, a secretively little smile on his lips and the further details nestled in his heart. He collected the bowls and spoons after his shijies and shixiongs finished and then joined them in sword cultivation training. That afternoon, his moves did not have any aggression. Instead, they were filled with elegance, fluidity and lightness. NO IDEA what the Chinese term for Martial Sib and Martial Sibling (aka gender neutral) term would be >_> 46. In which Wen Zhihao solves many problems relating to the production of his inventions”! The next day, it was time for Wen Zhihaos usual weekly trip to the mortal towns to sell various glowing items. Because of the weather, he decided to offer some of the mortals in town to inscribe cooling talismans on their fans for one wen. It earned him a tidy little sum of money. With this money in his new (!) spatial ring, Wen Zhihao confidently went to the bookstore in town to ask who made the brushes and then went to the house of the brush makers. An older man with white wisps in his hair greeted Wen Zhihao politely. People liked to call him Old Third, as he was the third son of his family. Old Third ushered Master Cultivator Wen inside and poured him a cup of warm water. How can this servant help Master Cultivator Wen? While the youngsters spoke familiarly with the Master Cultivator, Old Third was not so casual. He was a little old-fashioned, so what? Wen Zhihao pulled out two prototype brush pens. I would like you to make more of these for me. Old Third glanced at the plain bamboo cylinders, holding back a confused frown. Let me demonstrate. Wen Zhihao pulled out some paper. He uncapped the lid, revealing the brush tip, and began to write a number of simple talismans. The ink flowed easily and for much, much longer than a dip brush could maintain. Old Thirds eyes widened as excitement bubbled in his chest. Dont call him old-fashioned! This new kind of brush seemed amazing! Master Cultivator Wen, is there a magical ink container inside that brush? Wen Zhihao grinned. Not at all. Inside, there is a hollow tube that I have filled with ink. I will give you these two, you can take them apart to see what Ive done. Ive also drawn some diagrams. Wen Zhihao took out some paper with a few rough sketches. Old Thirds eyes roved across the diagrams. He had thought there would be just a simple tube according to Master Cultivator Wens words, but in fact, there were multiple other components How much is Master Cultivator Wen asking for? Fifty taels? No, no, Two hundred taels! He didnt dare cheat such a powerful cultivator. And if he made even more money from it, Old Third planned to send it to Master Cultivator Wen too, lest he became angry... Wen Zhihao blinked. You mean it will cost me two hundred taels for you to make one for me? Old Third shook his head. No, no, no! To buy this, he clarified, pointing to the diagram. Wen Zhihao: As long as you can make a few for me for free, there is no charge. Master Cultivator Wen, this cannot do. This kind of debt, I cannot afford to have! Old Third protested. If Master Cultivator Wen does not want a one-off payment, then I will split the profits Wen Zhihao was only human, so the thought of many silver taels certainly sparkled and pulled at him. But he had to resist because with money comes responsibility a.k.a. work, and what would he do with some much mortal money? Finally, Wen Zhihao suggested, How about you use some of the profits to fund a school where all children, boys and girls included, can go for free to learn basic literacy and numeracy? Anyway, if there are more students, then more people will require brushes. Old Third quickly agreed. As Master Cultivator Wen says, it will be done! Dont tell me the details, Wen Zhihao pre-empted. I trust you. (That is, Im sure itll be fine!) Oh, and if you can enhance the prettiness of the pens, that would be good. Of course! Wen Zhihao and Old Third both left the meeting with satisfaction. Old Third had a new kind of brush he could make, which was more work he could do to make money! And Wen Zhihao had someone to make the brushes for him, which was no more work for him! He didnt even need to pay Old Third anything, which was even better. On his way out of the town, he suddenly noticed a vaguely familiar person lurking at the outskirts. Ah, their eyes just met. That meant Wen Zhihao couldnt pretend they didnt see each other. So Wen Zhihao walked over to the black-robed man standing under the tree. Hello, it looks like youve healed. The black-robed mans resting expression did not change. I owe you. Huh? For what? It was just on my way, dont worry about it. Erk, had Wen Zhihao accidentally picked up another debt-to-him? Debts were so troublesome! The black-robed man narrowed his eyes slightly. You are the one selling those glowing items. Wen Zhihao quickly slid into salesman mode and produced a flower from his spatial ring. Yes, would you like one? Each one costs one wen, or I can make any item you own glow for one wen! The black-robe man thought to himself, ...How cheap! Is he so rich that he has no concept of money?! Or rather, was he so poor that he has to sell things to mortals? You must be poor. I know what its like to be poor. I dont do favours. Here are some spiritual stones as thanks. Wen Zhihao: .WHAT was it WITH people offering to give him money today???!!! He couldnt in good conscience accept money for something he did casually. Anyone should have saved someone who was injured. I didnt even heal you, that was through the help of the town doctor, Wen Zhihao tried to coax. ...Wait, youre a cultivator? Not many mortals used spiritual stones since they were just like...stones to them. The black-robed man: ...What the f*ck? Wen Zhihao pursed his lips slightly. This mans aura was actually hidden. The only way he could tell was that the qi going into him was less than the qi that came out, meaning that he was able to absorb ambient qi, a big sign of a cultivator. ...Yes, the black-robed man said reluctantly. He really wondered what was going on with the Golden Sun Sect these days! Please take the spiritual stones. So that I can leave... Wen Zhihaos mind raced. No, how about you do something for me in return? Hm. Do you know any crafting cultivators? I need someone who can make a talisman or an object that will make a brush write or copy whatever symbols or shapes that one may want. Wait, it doesnt have to be a cultivator, even a mortal craftsperson is good too. Wen Zhihaos eyes were bright and eager to delegate this task to someone else. Even if you dont know any such person, I wont accept your spiritual stones. The black-robed man grudgingly nodded. Very well. I can do that for you. Although Wen Zhihao still felt the emptiness of not having super many spiritual stones, he convinced himself that he was effectively paying this black-robed man back to do this task for him. Great, then you can find me in the Golden Sun Sect, or send me a letter. My name is Wen Zhihao, by the way. Since youre a cultivator, you probably know where that is? The black-robed man said, We can meet in this town again next week. He had already known Wen Zhihaos name from the townspeople a long time ago. Wen Zhihao nodded. Alright. Oh, whats your name? Zhou Sheng. The black-robed man named Zhou Sheng watched Wen Zhihaos expression carefully, but there was no recognition. Fellow Daoist Zhou, then Ill see you here again next week. Walk slowly and be careful of getting injured again, Wen Zhihao said in farewell. En. It was only after Wen Zhihao was halfway back to the sect that he realised he might have been a little abrupt in his departure...Next time, hell bring some talismans to help bribe Zhou Sheng some more. Aiya, he felt so busy these days! Wen Zhihao thought to himself, as he hurried to take a nap before his weekly dinner with Sun Fuyu tonight. A nap also meant that Wen Zhihao still hadnt figured out his plan of action with Sun Fuyu. However, Wen Zhihao didnt feel a sense of urgency. He felt that their current days were already so good and that they would only slowly get better. I just realised that a story with a VERY cute main character is Like a Ray in My Night which has an extremely adorable set of side stories called A Little Bunny Looking at the Moon !!! It''s xianxia, and the main character is like a cute bunny and he even gets to have a pet bunny!! Super adorable and super admires his shixiong (aka the ~moon~) ALSO did you know that we have a BL Palace discord server? There are so many channels, it''s not just talking about BL though there is a lot of that too...and a lot of writing sprints also happen so if you would like to join in, please do ?? 47. Let’s fight, Wen Zhihao! Sun Fuyu was exuding happiness like a little sun that evening. He felt that this was their first proper date. Sometimes, Sun Fuyu would sneakily brush the back of his hand against Wen-ges hand as they were walking down the particular sea-side mortal town they were exploring today. He beamed every time Wen-ge bought another little street-side snack for him. Meanwhile, Wen Zhihao felt that Sun Fuyu was a rather resilient young man. Look at his light, almost bouncing steps! It made Wen Zhihao want to smile and indulge him even more. Yet, at the same time, Sun Fuyu seemed more sticky than usual...but Wen Zhihao didnt mind that either. After eating, they walked along the beach, listening to the sound of the waves. The moon gently lit their way. With a nifty talisman, Wen Zhihao set up a warm, private little area for them to sleep by the sea, with the clear night sky overhead. Sun Fuyu took the initiative to place their bedding together so Wen Zhihao went with the flow and laid down next to him. He sighed quietly in his heart. Sun Fuyu was so attractive. Aiya, he really liked him. He wanted to reach over and pinch Sun Fuyus cheeks and rub Sun Fuyus hair... Wen Zhihaos naughty hand reached out and rubbed Sun Fuyus hair. Sun Fuyus eyes curved as he basked in the sensation. Wen-ge, he said softly. Wen Zhihaos heart felt like a little Xiao-Yu-cat paw was scratching at it. Hm. Sun Fuyu just smiled at him. Alright, go to sleep, some of the jackfruit will be ripe enough to eat tomorrow. Okay. Sun Fuyu closed his eyes. He shifted a tiny bit closer to Wen-ge and contentedly fell asleep. And now that Wen Zhihao had defaulted to a certain plan of action (i.e., procrastination i.e. not thinking about difficult and messy things like confession and does he like me or not), he equally, easily fell asleep. The next morning, they returned back to the sect and Wen Zhihao picked a big ripe jackfruit to eat. Even better, since there were many seeds, it would be a lot easier to plant more jackfruit trees. Wen Zhihao picked another large ripe jackfruit and decided to bring it to the farmers in the Golden Sun Sect when he and Sun Fuyu went with Old Tang to collect fresh vegetables from them. The farmers happily accepted the fruit, and Wang Aimei assured him that she had plenty of talismans left in order to create a suitable growing environment for the jackfruit along with the newly planted mango trees from the mangos eaten over the last week. They were just talking normally when suddenly a Golden Core cultivator descended from the sky. Old Tang and Wang Aimei quickly stepped back. Wen Zhihao! There you are, hiding among the farmers! Fight me! Wang Li Wei jumped down from his flying sword and pointed it domineeringly at Wen Zhihao. He had just advanced to Golden Core and he was bursting with energy to duel this hateful Wen Zhihao! Wen Zhihao looked at where Wang Li Wei had landed. Lucky, he landed on the thin part of the walking land between the manured/fertilised land... Fellow Daoist Wang, I was having a conversation with esteemed farmer Wang Aimei Screw your farm! Ill destroy it if you dont duel me! And when you lose, you have to call me father and apologise to me for saying that I have problems in front of my friends! Wen Zhihao: ... Aiya, son, arent you exactly proving that you have some problems? Wen Zhihao sighed, pushing out his qi aura to dampen Wang Li Weis sharply fluctuating one. Please dont, Fellow Daoist Wang. Your own meals come from these farms. Perhaps we should sit down, have some food, and talk slowly... NO! Credit to Wang Li Wei for being even more riled up than Zhang Wu. He took a menacing step towards Wen Zhihao. Sun Fuyus eyes narrowed. Even though Sun Fuyu was not yet Golden Corehe was only at Peak Foundation Building1Qi Refining < Foundation Building < Golden Core < ... are the major levels, with sublevels Early-stage < Middle-stage < Late-stage < Peak he knew that Wen-ge wasnt a fighter. That meant it was up to him to defend Wen-ge! Sun Fuyu rushed forward, placing himself between Wen Zhihao and Wang Li Wei. With a shhhg, he drew his sword. Ill fight you! No way, no proxy duellers allowed! Wang Li Wei retorted. My ge is stronger than you! You have to defeat me before youre allowed to even think about getting close enough to him to fight! Sun Fuyu scolded back. Wen Zhihao: .... People of a certain CP-ing mindset might look at this and think that these two people were fighting for his favour. If the two of them wanted to duel each other, Wen Zhihao decided he wouldnt stop them. It would be a good combat experience for both of them. Be careful of the delicious growing vegetables. Please dont fight in the middle of the farm, Wen Zhihao said, stepping forward to pull Sun Fuyu back. We still havent had breakfast yet. If you really want to fight, then do so somewhere more suitable. Wang Li Wei glared at Wen Zhihao. Youre scared! Hes not scared! Sun Fuyu shouted back, though he didnt pull away from Wen Zhihaos hold. Wen Zhihao looked at Old Tang and Wang Aimei. I apologise in advance for Daoist Wang, he is a bit childish. Old Tang, Xiao Yu, lets go have breakfast. Wang Li Wei, well meet outside the demonic beasts enclosure in two hours. What, NO WAY! What if you run away! Wang Li Wei exhaled sharply. In a slightly calmer tone, he said, No, Im going to have breakfast with you. Tch, where do you eat anyway? You never go to the Banquet Hall Wang Li Wei sneered. Oh, you must be too scared. Wen Zhihao had a faint headache. Wang Li Wei was never this wordy in the past, was he? Maybe his new mentor didnt like speaking, and so all of Wang Li Weis words were spat out now. Or maybe it was because Wen Zhihao had just made the big mistake of talking to Wang Li Wei instead of immediately walking away. Well, Wen Zhihao could rectify that right now. Suit yourself, he said with a casual wave of a hand. He steered Sun Fuyu to turn their backs to Wang Li Wei. They farewelled Wang Aimei and had Old Tang lead the way back to the kitchens. Wang Li Weis chest puffed up in irritation. He clenched his fists and followed them. Unlike Wen Zhihao who didnt look back, Sun Fuyu did. Wang Li Wei sneered at him each time, and Sun Fuyu returned narrowed-eye looks. Stop following us! Sun Fuyu mouthed. Tch, Wang Li Wei doggedly followed them. It wasnt as though Wen Zhihao, Sun Fuyu, and that mortal were walking particularly fast. Soon, they approached the Banquet Hall. Wen Zhihao was walking to a small door to the side and Wang Li Wei wanted to follow but He saw his friends outside the Banquet Hall, and irritatingly, they saw him. Exhaling shortly, Wang Li Wei glared at Wen Zhihaos stupid dull-yellow outer-disciple robed back one more time, then grudgingly walked over to his friends. His fight with Wen Zhihao was supposed to be a secret and he hadnt told them...But at least he could brag that he had advanced to Golden Core! Wen Zhihao would never be as good as him! Sun Fuyu was glad that Wang Li Wei didnt join them in the kitchens. He knew how much Wen-ge liked food and he didnt at all like the idea of Wang Li Wei stealing some of it. And since Aunty Liu was so good at cooking, what if Wang Li Wei came back and interrupted every subsequent breakfast? Upon returning to the kitchens, Old Tang immediately told everyone what was about to happen. Aunty Liu Jings brows creased with worry. Oh, Xiao Fuyu, are you sure you can win? Here, have some more food, this will give you more energy... Everyone fussed around Sun Fuyu, making Sun Fuyu grow increasingly determined. Dont worry, Aunties, Uncles, Wen-ge. Ill defeat him! Aunty Liu sighed heavily. Come back afterwards so that we know you are safe. Sun Fuyu nodded with seriousness. After breakfast, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu went to see the big cats as usualand the new teeny-tiny kittens that had been born, though Huang Jialing didnt let them get close to the latter without her supervision. Wen Zhihao didnt understand whywas she scared that the two big guardian cats watching over the kittens would be violent? Nonetheless, he good-naturally left the kittens enclosure with Sun Fuyu when she shooed them out and went to the now-big cats enclosure instead. As Sun Fuyu groomed the fur of one of the big cats, Wen Zhihao thought about the matter of Wang Li Wei. Would kitten-therapy also help Wang Li Wei? It certainly helped Zhang Wu. Fifteen minutes before the appointed time, Wang Li Wei found his way to the demonic beasts enclosure. His eyes grew wide at seeing Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu amongst the large beasts. How? When? What? Wang Li Wei gripped his sword. If they werent scared, then neither was he! He reached out for the gate. Fellow Daoist, what are you doing? Cultivator Huang Jialing asked in an unimpressed voice. Are you also Cultivator Wens friend? Then, by all means, head inside... At that moment, Wang Li Wei saw one of the demonic beasts open its mouth extremely wide right next to Wen Zhihao. He shivered, stepping back and turning his head away. I have a meeting with Daoist Wen. I will wait for him here. Because he was looking away, he didnt realise that this particular demonic beast was just yawning. The cat patted Wen Zhihao and padded off back to its favourite sleeping spot, giving Wen Zhihao a superior look. But to Wen Zhihao, he felt that it was particularly cute! And he would like to have a nap too, but he had a fight to oversee... You dont know how many times I wrote charm/spell instead of talisman. There shows my Harry Potter writing background LOL 48. In which Sun Fuyu gets head pats (oh, and he also fights and advances) afflinghaze When the actual meeting time approached, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu left the demonic enclosure. Wang Li Wei was waiting for them just outside, his back towards them. He immediately turned upon hearing them exit. I hope you didnt wait too long, Wen Zhihao said politely. I waited a long time!! What were you even doing in there? Wang Li Wei retorted. Wen Zhihao shook his head at this unruly bear child. In that case, well use the training field here. You mean where the demonic beasts train? Wang Li Wei said disdainfully. What, are you scared? Sun Fuyu drawled back. Their training field is not as flat as usual fields, with a lot of obstacles. In such a place, wouldnt a duel really show off ones strength and ability? Fine! Lets fight! Wen Zhihao: ... Aiya, who knew there was someone even more gullible than Xiao Yu! So the three of them went to the demonic beasts training field. Sun Fuyu and Wang Li Wei stood on either end, like Pokemon at the start of a battle. Wen Zhihao stood on the side, at the center. He felt like a gym referee when he announced, Daoist Sun Fuyu versus Daoist Wang Li Wei. The rules are, no killing, no permanent injuries allowed! Let the battle begin! The two of them immediately rushed towards each other. Wen Zhihao took out a chair from his spatial storage and sat down. While it made him uncomfortable to think that Sun Fuyu might get hurt (and er, that Wang Li Wei might get hurt), he had to trust in Sun Fuyus ability. He also hoped that this would help Wang Li Wei let out more of his aggression, making him more receptive to cat-therapy. Sun Fuyu could feel Wen Zhihao watching, and that fired up his energy. In a flash, he drew his sword. He and Wang Li Wei clashed in mid-air, the meeting of their swords making a loud shockwave. Sun Fuyu gritted his teeth as the pain rippled down his arm. The pressure forced him to jump back to avoid further injury. So this was the strength of a Golden Core cultivator! Sun Fuyus every breath drew in more and more qi, circulating it to heal and strengthen his body the same way Wen-ge did it. Wang Li Wei propelled himself at Sun Fuyu, his blade slashing multiple times. Qi formed nasty blades that shot towards him. Sun Fuyu jumped, rolling mid air. With a brief switch of his qi, the sword flew separate from him, fast as an arrow towards Wang Li Wei. Swords clashed again and again as the two cultivators flew around, their robes gloriously golden, their long black hair always remaining elegant in the wind. The qi surrounding the two of them was very violent, but around Wen Zhihao it was calm. Was it just Wen Zhihaos brain, or did Sun Fuyus moves look extra beautiful? In the naturalistic-like training field, with the sun climbing in the sky, the battle between them looked stunning even from Wen Zhihaos fixed-point camera view. His eyes were able to capture all the quick movements without blurs or afterimages, and feeling the qi movement added an extra layer to the battle that could not be achieved by all the xianxia dramas he had watched back on 21st-century Earth. Wen Zhihao amused himself. Wouldnt it be funny if he could film xianxia dramas here and somehow send them back to 21st-century Earth? After all, there had to be a way to move between worlds because he had literally done it. He was sure that his life on Earth wasnt a dream and his life here wasnt a dream either because both were too complicated for him to ever make up. Though, perhaps carrying tangible items like cameras across worlds was more complicated than moving souls (whatever they were) across worlds? He was only transmigrated, not isekaied... The gathering dark clouds overhead drew Wen Zhihaos attention back to the fight. The natural qi in the air became turbulent as they converged and rolled and twisted. Heavy qi condensed upon Sun Fuyu. Wang Li Weis eyes narrowed. He gritted his teeth and launched a desperate attack. The qi around Sun Fuyu rippled slightly as he blocked the attack. In a swift movement, Sun Fuyu jumped on his sword and shot up high into the air. Wang Li Wei was quick to follow, but he was not nearly as skilled as Sun Fuyu at flying on his sword. Sun Fuyu felt that the qi was even denser the higher he flew. It filled his meridians and dantain. As more and more flowed into his body, the qi was forced to condense tighter and tighter. When it felt like Sun Fuyu couldnt bear it any longer, the black clouds exploded out as a shaft of light came down. Sun Fuyu glowed under the sunrays. He had formed a golden core! Suddenly, everything felt sharper, more intense. His entire body felt stronger. He stopped ascending and shot straight down for Wang Li Wei. Wang Li Wei bared his teeth, holding his sword out, ready to meet Sun Fuyu. But Wang Li Wei was not as good at passively accumulating qi by simply breathing as Sun Fuyu was, and furthermore, Sun Fuyu was now charged with leftover qi from the fresh advancement. Swords clashed with a loud CLANGSHNGG! Wang Li Wei pushed back as much as he could, but he was hatefully thrown down onto the ground so hard that a small crater formed around him. His sword clattered a distance away. Wang Li Wei lurched up despite the pain, trying to call his sword to him And then... sssshing, Sun Fuyus blade was against his throat. Wang Li Weis heart grew cold as Sun Fuyus aura pressed down on him. No! No, no, how the hell did he Wen Zhihao stood up. And victory goes to Daoist Sun Fuyu! Xiao Yu, you can let him go now. Sun Fuyu gave Wang Li Wei a cold look before slowly sheathing his sword. Since you cant even defeat me, dont even think about touching Wen Zhihao! Wang Li Wei glared at them both. How? How did you advance so fast?! Didnt you just enter the inner sect in the last round? Because he cultivated diligently, Wen Zhihao said as he strolled towards them. His qi spread out like gentle-on-the-surface ripples. Sun Fuyus dark look immediately disappeared when Wen Zhihaos qi started to touch his own. Because Wen-ge helped me, Sun Fuyu said, smiling shyly at Wen Zhihao. The shy smile was like a kitten pouncing on Wen Zhihaos heart. He unconsciously reached out and patted Sun Fuyu on the head. And congratulations to Xiao Yu for advancing! Ill tell Aunty Liu to prepare something extra good for you tomorrow. Sun Fuyus smile became even more warm and soft. En. Is Xiao Yu injured? Take a healing pill Sun Fuyu shook his head, making his hair become ruffled under Wen Zhihaos hand. Im not hurt badly. Wang Li Wei coughed pointedly. Wen Zhihao took his hand away from Sun Fuyus head and looked at the pitiful Wang Li Wei still lying in the crater on the ground. Ah, yes. Fellow Daoist Wang should take a healing pill too. I was going to do that anyway, Wang Li Wei scowled. It was bad enough that Sun Fuyu had stolen Wu Qingqings spot, she should have advanced into the inner sect and joined Wang Li Weis group! But now Sun Fuyu defeated him! And now Wen Zhihao was literally looking down on him! Anxiety clawed at Wang Li Weis throat. No, no, how could I be worse than them? This cant be, Im a good cultivator! Im not as good as my parents but Im still good! Wen Zhihao saw how Wang Li Weis eyes were growing red and how his leftover qi was starting to riot. Inwardly sighing, Wen Zhihao spread his own qi over Wang Li Wei. Come with us, Wen Zhihao said, holding out a hand. Wang Li Wei wanted to refuse, but then, behind Wen Zhihaos back, Sun Fuyu drew his sword. Regret and discontent and hate built in Wang Li Weis stomach. He ignored Wen Zhihaos hand and got up himself and retrieved his sword. As the hate and anger qi inexplicably suppressed, Wang Li Wei was left with an emptiness. Im a bad cultivator. Im a waste. My parents would probably rather have Sun Fuyu as their son. Whats the point Wen Zhihao had to manually steer the listless Wang Li Wei to the baby-kitten enclosure. Luckily, Huang Jialing wasnt around to stop them. Sun Fuyu held back his dislike of Wang Li Wei. He opened the enclosure gate for Wen Zhihao and also closed it behind them. The baby-demonic-beast enclosure had two big old demonic beasts who kept watch. The area itself was immersed in a warm temperature-regulation array. The demonic kittens grew up from their weak stage very quickly. A few of them noticed the humans, and so started doggedly stumbling over. Wen Zhihao first pushed Wang Li Wei down. He then picked up one of the smallest kittens. The kitten meowed in his arms very cutely. Perfect. Wen Zhihao placed the small kitten in Wang Li Weis arms. Wang Li Wei snapped out of his listlessness. His eyes widened as the rest of his body froze. Wen Zhihao smiled fondly at the kitten. It was so cute, wasnt it? Anyone would freeze up in amazement/joy. But Wang Li Wei had frozen because it was a DEMONIC BEAST! Shit-shit-shit, was it going to attack him? As long as he didnt move, would he be alright? How was it that Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu were treating these as harmless animals? It didnt make sense! 49. Wen Zhihao, resident qi-counselor? afflinghaze After seeing Wang Li Weis continued stunned state, Wen Zhihao kindly took Wang Li Weis hand and helped him pet the kitten. The kitten meowed cutely. Yes, just like that, Wen Zhihao coaxed him until Wang Li Wei began to automatically stroke the kitten. That sound means that the kitten likes you. Wang Li Weis brain slowly started moving again, shifting from fear to befuddlement. N-nothing happened? He wasnt attacked and mauled? Due to his confusion, his qi began to naturally follow Wen Zhihaos cadence, which in turn adjusted his breathing. Anxious and heavy thoughts flowed away, replaced with the mechanical rhythm of petting the demonic beast in his arms to ensure that it remained happy. The soft fur under Wang Li Weis hands made him feel as though something soft was brushing against his heart. These small feelings were very unfamiliar. The corner of Wen Zhihaos lips quirked up. Aiyo, another tsundere? Dont tell me that its Zhang Wus influence Putting such speculative thoughts aside, Wen Zhihao asked, Now tell me, why did Wang-shixiong seek mea non-combat talisman cultivatorto fight? Wang Li Wei roused himself enough to glare. You used to be a sword cultivator. Have you forgotten all your skills already? After that day, my friends kept asking me whether or not I have heart demons! Of course I dont! Sun Fuyu gave Wang Li Wei a dark look and said, But surely you knew that Wen-ge is no longer a sword cultivator. And still technically an outer sect disciple. Dont you think your actions would become a dark mark on your reputation? Sun Fuyu had no good feelings for Wang Li Wei at all. It was only out of respect for his Wen-ge that he didnt propose another duel to crush Wang Li Wei. Didnt you say your grandfather was that Elder Wang? Wen Zhihao recalled. At that, Wang Li Weis face went pale. If he had defeated Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu, there would have been no problems. The Sect would look the other way at such training duels, and his position among his friends would have solidified and he would have washed away his black history regarding Wen Zhihao. But he had lost against Sun Fuyu. They may be both Golden Core now, but Sun Fuyu wasnt Golden Core when they started the fight. How poor was he that he lost against a Foundation Building1Foundation Building < Golden Core cultivator? How poor was he that his opponent had the opportunity to cultivate during the battle? And he knew full well that that reputation was the single most important thing in his grandfathers eyes. Wang Li Wei started to shiver. Would he be thrown in tortuous training? Would he be pushed aside in the family? Would his parents prefer to adopt another son than have him as their child? Wen Zhihaos brows creased as Wang Li Weis state deteriorated. In a coaxing tone, he said, The pressure from an elder can be overwhelming, especially when they want you to be the best even though they werent. Dont take their words unconditionally. Examine their own hypocrisies. Wang Li Weis eyes were red. What are you talking about? My grandfather is one of the best cultivators! By my age, he was already at Late-stage Golden Core! At your age, Senior Lin Yijun had broken into Nascent Soul, Sun Fuyu pointed out. Each stage is exponentially harder than the previous. Wen Zhihao nodded, pretending he knew who Senior Lin Yijun was. Everything you say will be confidential, Wen Zhihao said. He patted Wang Li Wei gently on the shoulder. Ill listen carefully. At the soft touch and the coaxing voice, Wang Li Wei broke down. Im a disgrace! His hands curled into fists, held away from the confused kitten in his lap. Why am I so bad? My parents have been threatening to have another child! They favour my distant cousins! And why do you think youre bad? Wen Zhihao asked. Wang Li Wei sneered. Look at you, still an outer sect disciple! Its because it took me so long to enter the inner sect! My mother and father both entered the inner sect by the time they were 13. Tch, at least there is someone even worse than me...you, Wen Zhihao! He looked between Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu and said, Im not surprised you two family-less dogs are friends. Wen Zhihao wanted to face-palm. Why did Wang Li Wei constantly revert to cannon fodder behaviour? There was no protagonist and protagonist halo around here to induce such thoughtlessness! In contrast to Wen Zhihaos exasperation, Sun Fuyus eyes darkened with anger. Family-less dogs?! Whos the one without Aunty Liu Jing and Old Tang and everyone else?!! If this surnamed Wang tried to bully his ge again, Sun Fuyu wouldnt even give him time to kneel in apology! Wen Zhihao absently reached out and patted Sun Fuyus arm, having sensed the fluctuations in Sun Fuyus qi. Sun Fuyu immediately sucked a deep breath, feeling very aggrieved, and grabbed Wen Zhihaos hand. When Wen-ge didnt shake off the touch, Sun Fuyu calmed down a little. Wen Zhihao focused back on Wang Li Wei. Wang Li Wei seemed to constantly provoke others. He was lucky that Wen Zhihao wasnt the protagonist of some xianxia novel, though it made Wen Zhihao wonder whether or not there really was a protagonist somewhere in the sect. Could there be another transmigrator or a reincarnator? Well, as far as Wen Zhihao could tell, it probably wouldnt affect him. Wen Zhihao then jabbed Wang Li Wei where it hurt: Wang Li Wei, your actions, behaviour, and mentality hinder your cultivation. Wang Li Weis jaw tightened. What do you mean by that?! Your emotions of anger and your inferiority complex and lack of self-awareness increases the chance of heart demons, qi-deviation, and is overall disruptive to your qi. An unstable qi control is very undesirable. Such volatile control at the foundations will only become a big pit for you in the future. More importantly, it was undesirable because Wen Zhihao found it very uncomfortable. If everyone in the sect had nicer qi auras, then its estimated that Wen Zhihao would be able to nap for even longer, at more possible locations! Lately, Wen Zhihao felt that he was become more sensitive to smaller qi fluctuations that were further away. In fact, you also wasted your time running after me instead of cultivating yourself, Wen Zhihao added. Youve wasted your time trying to plot against me. As cultivators, we live a long time. Dont race through the levels, go slowly and build a stable foundation that will last you the hundreds of years. And dont go running after my ge in the future! Wen-ge can take you down with a slap of his hand! Sun Fuyu tightened his grip on Wen Zhihaos mighty hand. Wen Zhihaos lips twitched up in amusement, his heart also warm and ticklish with Sun Fuyus defence of him. He patted Sun Fuyus arm. Dont worry, I much rather do other things with you and everyone else. Sun Fuyus eyes widened slightly. His anger receded, replaced with soft happiness. En. Wang Li Wei made a sour face. Somehow...werent these two people a bit ambiguous? Tch, Wen Zhihao was still an outer sect disciple! How could he slap him like that anyway?! But then Wen Zhihaos words echoed in his brain. Was there really something wrong with this cultivation? Whatever Wang Li Wei muttered. As if Id believe an outer sect disciple like you. You! Sun Fuyu riled up again. My ge is taking his time out to help you and youre so ungrateful! Wen Zhihao shrugged. If you dont want to believe, then I wont force you. Your own internal anger managementI mean qi managementis something you must analyse for yourself. Since you have just been in a duel, I recommend seeing a healing cultivator. Wang Li Wei went into teenager brooding/sulking mode. Wen Zhihao let him be. He knew well that provoking teenagers often made them do the opposite thing, but he was too lazy to employ reverse psychology. If Wang Li Wei went to see a professional healing cultivator, he might be more trusting of their words. Remember to take deep breaths. You can come here to relax any time you want, as the catsI mean demonic beastare very good. I wont let you out for another fifteen minutes, Wen Zhihao added. Be good and start petting the poor kitten again. As though it understood Wen Zhihaos words, the little kitten meowed pitifully. Wang Li Weis underdeveloped empathy triggered and he uncurled his fists to pet the kitten. Soft...small... Wen Zhihao left Wang Li Wei to slowly work out his thoughts. He now turned to Sun Fuyu, who was still stickily holding onto his hand. Xiao Yu can go train now if you want. Sun Fuyu glanced at Wang Li Wei before looking back at his ge. I want to stay here with Wen-ge if I can He had no intention of leaving his ge alone with this bully! With those soft eyes, how could Wen Zhihao reject him? Alright. Its good to rest some more after a duel. The two of them went to greet the two older demonic beasts and dispense out food bribes. If Wang Li Wei was listening to them, he would have heard them talking brainstorming random talisman ideas and musing what desserts could be made from the fruit they had grown. But instead, his mind was filled with all the demeaning things his grandfather and parents have said to him and all the things that Wen Zhihao had said. He didnt know how to face his elders, but the meowing demonic beast in his arms somehow made things feel like they would be alright. Wen Zhihao: Another transmigrator? A reincarnator? A protagonist? ?? Has nothing to do with me. Author: Hehehe, don''t set up a flag for yourself~ Wen Zhihao: .... Hehehe, I forgot to say in the previous chapter, but Sun Fuyu levelling up reminds of Pokemon conveniently evolving in the middle of battle in order to turn the tide and win HAHA. Now, Wen Zhihao is in Middle Stage Golden Core and Sun Fuyu is at the very start of Early Stage Golden Core~ Also, the BL Spring Anthology is still posting~! One story I found particularly fluffy and cute is The First Cherry Blossom of Spring ???? 50. Reincarnator meets transmigrator!…? afflinghaze Lin Yijun was passing through on his way out of the sect when he noticed the tell-tale qi fluctuations of a fight between two inner sect cultivators. He didnt pay any attention until one of them suddenly broke into Golden Core. Levelling up in the middle of a fight was almost unheard of. Even he himself had died in the last life attempting it. Lin Yijun went closer to investigate. His eyes narrowed when he noticed a peculiar qi aura around a particular person spectating the fight. Disciple Wen Zhihao. This qi aura was the same as the one on the stabilising stone that Disciple Sun carried around. Lin Yijun was Nascent Soul, so this Cultivator Wens qi aura did not affect him. But he suddenly realised that the aura was qi-suppressing. Lin Yijun hadnt noticed it before. He had to take a closer look. Wen Zhihaos suppression was not the complete absence or blockage like qi-suppressing chains and constraints. Instead, it pulled the surrounding qi into its influence. Furthermore, Lin Yijun could see how the qi from the sun was drawn to Wen Zhihao in waves, as though pulled in by a qi-collecting device. That such an aura could be constantly maintained like thiswas this Wen Zhihao truly an outer sect disciple? Lin Yijuns lips tightened. Such a person should not have gone unnoticed, but he had no recollection of this in his past life. Disciple Wen was the one who stopped Disciple Sun from undergoing qi deviation in this second life. ...Was Wen Zhihao also reborn? It couldnt be, why would the Heavens favour such a person with no background? But, Wen Zhihaos changes were too big. Lin Yijun also remembered when Wen Zhihao was around the Clear Heart Hot Springs, despite not having an admittance token. Adding all these discrepancies together, there was something off about Wen Zhihao. This needed to be investigated further. Unfortunately, Lin Yijun was in a hurry. Someone had reported a sighting of a potential demonic cultivator in a nearby mortal town. What if it was Zhou Sheng? Lin Yijun had to personally check, just in case. His heart felt painful thinking about Zhou Sheng. In the last many months since Lin Yijun had been reborn, had Zhou Sheng been tortured out there by the demonic cults? Another day, another dead end. Lin Yijuns short temper scared more than one cultivator in the sect. Eventually, his father became irritated and forced his mother to give him a token to visit the Clear Heart Hot Springs. Lin Yijuns expression became even worse at the implication of needing to go, but he accepted the token and went to the springs alone. Dark thoughts clouded his head. It was getting closer and closer to that incident in which Zhou Sheng murdered an entire group of people and became irredeemable in Lin Yijuns eyes. In the worst-case scenario, Lin Yijun would have to intercept Zhou Sheng right before the incident at the location where it had occurred in his past life. However, he never expected that he might actually have to fall back on this very last plan. Where could Zhou Sheng be? Why was he never in the Blood Sect whenever Lin Yijun checked there? With increasingly circular thoughts, Lin Yijun soon approached where the Hot Springs should lie. The token in his hand cleared the mind-redirecting haze that protected the hot springs. The pool of steaming clear water, framed with rich qi herbs, appeared in a clearing below him. Lin Yijuns expression darkened when he saw an unauthorised figure crouching next to the hot springs. Wen Zhihao! Lin Yijun descended quickly, landing with a noticeable thump behind the disciple Wen. Why are you here? Lin Yijun demanded. Wen Zhihao startled, his brows tightened a little at the harsh tone. He had been innocently and carefully testing the qi in the water to see if he could figure out why the hot springs had once again appeared when he least expected it. Wen Zhihao stood up and saluted politely to the older cultivator. This junior disciple came here by accident, Wen Zhihao said truthfully. Does this area belong to you? If so, I apologise for trespassing. If it did belong to this high-and-mighty cultivator, then he should put a fence around it! Or at least a sign ba! Lin Yijuns eyes narrowed. This Disciple Wen was a Middle-Stage Golden Core disciple and did not appear to have the raw power required to break the array around the hot springs. Given how the token in his hand had reacted, Lin Yijun knew that the protective array still worked. Could it be that he really stumbled here by accident? If so, there was a major security flaw in the protective array around the Clear Heart Hot Springs. If Wen Zhihao had been bathing in these springs over the last few months, it would explain why his cultivation level rose yet his aptitude for cultivation stagnated. Nonetheless, it was very suspicious, especially since Lin Yijun suspected that this Wen Zhihao had been reborn. If he had, then it was possible that in the past life, Wen Zhihao had survived the righteous sect v.s. demonic sect war, rose up the cultivation levels, and determined a method to bypass the array around the hot springs without a token. Wen Zhihao didnt know what Lin Yijun was thinking about, and he didnt really care either. Seeing as Lin Yijun didnt like the look of him, Wen Zhihao asked politely. Requesting senior to allow this junior disciple to leave. No. Wen Zhihao blinked. No? Lin Yijun subtly took out a magical treasure from inside his spatial pendant, hiding it within the folds of his robes. Its magic quickly and subtly surrounded the two of them. Under its influence, answers had to be truthful, and the contents of the conversation could not be repeated to others unless one was in possession of the magical treasure. Lin Yijuns tone now lightened. Tell me exactly how you came here and your purpose. Oh yeah, I forgot, did I mention that Salted Fish has a Thai translation? Pretty cool ^_^ 51. Who are you really? afflinghaze Tell me exactly how you came here and your purpose. Wen Zhihaos eyes flickered slightly, suspecting that Lin Yijun was trying to suppress him with his qi in an act of overbearing intimidation. Holding back a sigh about how unlucky he was, Wen Zhihao put on a polite customer-service smile. Answering senior, this junior disciple likes to walk around in the forests outside our Golden Sun Sect and came across these hot springs by accident. In order to make some small amounts of mortal money for use, I collect various flowers to sell. Wen Zhihao took out a few recently collected flowers from his spatial ring. Observe, this junior disciple picked these not more than two incense sticks of time ago. By infusing them with qi, I can make a cheap and energy-saving light source. Lin Yijuns eyes took on a disdainful edge. Commoner items. Those flowers would not count as even level 1 spiritual herbs. Put them away, Lin Yijun said. What do you know of the upcoming events? Wen Zhihao obeyed. Upcoming events? There is the Intra-Sect competition, the Autumn Moon Festival Everyone knows that, Lin Yijun said impatiently. What about the future discoveries of various secret realms? Do you know of them? Wen Zhihao replied calmly, I do not know of these. Have you been in contact with any demonic cultivators? No. The qi around Lin Yijun became sharp and spiky. Then why did you help that Sun Fuyu? He was a qi-deviation threat. Wen Zhihao smiled faintly, holding back his dislike at the others tone. Daoist Sun Fuyu is a very hardworking cultivator and my friend. It is natural to help him. Lin Yijun grew irritated. Despite Disciple Wens answers, he increasingly felt that this Wen Zhihao was not the same Wen Zhihao as in his last life. He subtly checked that his magical treasure was still working before asking, Are you really Wen Zhihao? Have you not experienced or dreamt of any what-could-have-been futures? I really am Wen Zhihao, that is the name my parents gave me. And no, this junior disciple really does not know the future. I am only a poor talisman cultivator, Wen Zhihao said. So it turned out that this other cultivator knew his nameshould he be flattered that he was a little famous? In contrast, he had no idea who the other person was... Wait, the more important part was why this senior suspected that Wen Zhihao was a reincarnator! Was this senior an actual reincarnator himself? If this senior was a reincarnator, wouldnt that make him the male protagonist?! Wen Zhihao wanted to leave the halo of this protagonist as soon as possible! It was much too stressful! Requesting senior to allow this junior disciple to leave. No. Wen Zhihao: Senior, if you wish to talk further, then can I offer you some cake and tea? I dont eat mortal food, Lin Yijun replied with a pompous expression. Wen Zhihao inwardly sighed at the other person, feeling that the other cultivator was truly pitiful. Why arent there more reasonable people like Elder Liu Ru and Sun Fuyu? This seniors childhood must have been full of deprivation. Because of these thoughts, Wen Zhihaos tone became more gentle, the way one should talk to tsundere kids. Senior, please be more direct, dont be polite. Is there something wrong? Do you feel hot? Summer can lead to greater chances of qi-deviation. I have a talisman that can produce a cooling breeze. Lin Yijuns lips curled in disdain. I can cool myself of the summer heat. Dont you know who I am? You are the esteemed senior of the sect, Wen Zhihao said. Lin Yijuns teeth gritted. This...ignorant disciple really didnt know! I am the Head Disciple Lin Yijun! His qi whipped around him angrily, like he was posturing or something. Yes, I understand, Senior Daoist Lin, Wen Zhihao said in a placating tone. Senior Daoist Lin, please take a deep breath. Dont take that tone with me, Lin Yijun said darkly. You are merely a Golden Core. At your age, I was already at Nascent Soul. Wen Zhihao brows creased. Im a Golden Core cultivator? he repeated in a slight daze. Nani??? When did that happen?? Lin Yijuns frown deepened. Dont sound so proud about such an average accomplishment. You really know nothing of future events. I really dont know the kind of events you asked about. You really dont know any demonic cultivators. I really dont know any demonic cultivators. This Wen Zhihao was looking more and more hateful in Lin Yijuns eyes, especially with how Wen Zhihao looked at him with kindness and patience and pity and concern. With the interrogation going nowhere, Lin Yijun no longer wanted to see this person. Lin Yjiun moved his hand in an imperious gesture. Leave this place. Dont come here again! Wen Zhihao thought about offering Lin Yijun some things and/or words of advice, but decided it wasnt worth it. Lin Yijun wasnt like Zhang Wu or Wang Li Wei, and if Wen Zhihao stepped wrongly, he might end up being cannon fodder! So Wen Zhihao bowed politely. Thank you Senior Lin. Rest slowly. After the hateful Wen Zhihao left, Lin Yijun used an expensive communication mirror to send a private message to his parents about the security flaw in the array around the Clear Heart Hot Springs. His mother replied very quickly, telling him that there were no excuses for not taking a soak in the hot springs. With a dark face, Lin Yijun set up a privacy array before entering the water. Disciple Wen was surely different in this life. But since he was not a reincarnator, then perhaps someone else had reincarnated and directed Wen Zhihao differently. A tiny little thought sprung in Lin Yijuns heart: what if Zhou Sheng had been given a second chance too? After Wen Zhihao left the hot springs, he thought he had escaped the protagonists halo. But instead, over the next few days, Wen Zhihao occasionally felt the presence of that senior Lin Yijun. It wasnt obvious. Lin Yijun hid his aura. However, Wen Zhihao was particularly sensitive to the landscape of the natural qi around himit must be because he was a Golden Core cultivator. (Still feeling weird about when that happened, since Wen Zhihao had no recollection ba) Wen Zhihao had a feeling that something was a little off in the qi around him. One time while flying out he accidentally spotted Lin Yijun walking alone across the sect, smack-bang in the middle of that off-spot. So on those next few days, Wen Zhihao was aware that Senior Lin was watching him and Sun Fuyu eat breakfast. He was aware that Senior Lin was watching when Wang Li Wei shyly came to the demonic beasts enclosure for some more playing-with-kittens-time. He was aware that Senior Lin was watching when Zhang Wu announced to Wen Zhihao that he was finally free of teaching (and coincidentally also had more playing-with-cats-time). That Senior Lin must be quite stubborn if his heart didnt move watching all the kittens and cats. Wen Zhihao entertained the thought of confronting Lin Yijun but...nah, then hed have to answer questions and deal with Lin Yijuns poor behavior. Not to mention Lin Yijun didnt like Sun Fuyu nor the cats! So while it was a little uncomfortable, Wen Zhihao soon became used to ignoring Lin Yijun. Since Lin Yijun didnt want to be noticed, just let Senior Lin have his fun ba. Dont forget that Wen Zhihao literally does not know that Zhou Sheng might be a demonic cultivator hahaha. The problem with truth-telling devices is that it fails when the person doesnt know the real truth XD Also, there''s now a Brazilian Portuguese translation of Salted Fish~ 52. Wen Zhihao decides to tell Sun Fuyu… The day of his weekly date with Sun Fuyu arrived once again. Wen Zhihao first went to the usual mortal town, but he didnt see Zhou Sheng around. (Senior Lin was still following him.) Incidentally, the doctor in the town came out to greet Wen Zhihao and gave him a letter. Truly mysterious that a letter addressed to the Master Cultivator appeared on my desk! the doctor said, a little nervously. Rest assured that it is untouched. Then I thank you for sending it to me, Wen Zhihao said, taking the letter. He opened it on the spot. The letter was made of ordinary paper, with the simple words: Cannot meet this week. Hmm, there was only one mysterious person who he was supposed to meet, Zhou Sheng. Wen Zhihao kept the letterit was nice scrap paperand thanked the doctor again. Hell just have to give the bribe talismans to Zhou Sheng next time. Not many people wanted to buy things from him today (unsurprisingly, he had saturated the market), so Wen Zhihao went to see Old Third. Old Thirds face was warm and bright as he welcomed Wen Zhihao into his house. Here are your brushes, Master Cultivator! Old Third presented a lovely wooden box, inside which nestled five brush pens, each with a slightly different style, with inlaid decorations across the brush body. Old Third, these look very good, Wen Zhihao praised. They literally looked like a professional made them. He closed the box and placed it in his spatial ring. This is all due to Master Cultivator Wens genius, Old Third said humbly. Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. How was it genius? He just copied some things from his life back on earth. If Old Third wants to innovate further, it is possible to replace the brush tip with a thin, flexible piece of metal shaped a little like a brush tip. I imagine gold would be quite popular, Wen Zhihao suggested. Old Third nodded. I understand, Master Cultivator. His expression became a little cautious. I will not start selling the new brushes until I have sufficient stock, so your free school cannot be built yet. Wen Zhihao shrugged one shoulder. Theres no rush, go at the pace youre comfortable with. After thanking Old Third again, Wen Zhihao decided to fly to another town a bit further away to sell his little glowing flowers and talismans. By the time he was done, the suns rays had become quite hot, so Wen Zhihao wanted to find some shade to rest in before flying back. Except all the tree shade was taken up by locals Parasols1 for sale! Bamboo, paper, silk parasols for sale! Good to protect your skin from the sun! Look younger! Elegant, a must have for women! Wen Zhihaos lips twitched slightly at the sales pitch the group of teenage girls were spouting. But a parasol was exactly what he needed, how convenient! Wen Zhihao went over and decided to buy two red oiled-paper parasols, placing one in his spatial ring. The girls grinned brightly as they made the sale. Thanking the Master Cultivator! they chorused. Thank you for the beautiful parasols, you must have all worked hard. The girls became even happier. En! After the girls moved on to sell more parasols to othershaving a master cultivator buy some was a great endorsementWen Zhihao placed an air-cooling talisman on the underside of the parasol. Ahh, very good. Now, not only did he have moveable shade, but he also had a cool breeze! By the evening, Lin Yijuns presence disappeared. Since Wen Zhihao had time, he went directly to Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmins quarters and waited outside. Not too long after, Sun Fuyu hurried out. He staggered to stop when he saw Wen Zhihao. Wen-ge, youre here! Sun Fuyus eyes shone as he basically skipped/floated to Wen Zhihaos side. What are we doing today? Your Wen-ge found a restaurant that plays good music, Wen Zhihao said. Even though it wasnt officially a date, Wen Zhihao felt that Sun Fuyu would like it. Sun Fuyu smiled. Lets go. Wen Zhihao took Sun Fuyu to the town where he had bought the parasols earlier that day. The restaurant was not as fancy as the one that Sun Fuyu had taken Wen Zhihao on his birthday, but it was still quite refined. A band of women sat near the front playing traditional Chinese music while patrons spoke in quiet tones. Some of the people seemed to recognise Wen Zhihao. Oh, is it that Master Cultivator from earlier? I bought a shining flower from him! He bought one of the parasols I help make! Who is that with him? That other master cultivator is so handsome The different tables were separated by latticed partitions, such that music could be heard but the view was slightly blocked. Sun Fuyu sat down opposite his Wen-ge, feeling a little proud and smug as he heard all the whispers about himself and his ge. The waiter who came was very polite. Wen Zhihao ordered a number of small dishes, along with some tea. Mindful that they were among non-cultivators, they didnt talk much, and instead listened to the music. Does Wen-ge like music a lot? Sun Fuyu asked. If he did, then Sun Fuyu would learn! Wen Zhihao shrugged lightly. At times. Is there a sect that cultivates through music? Sun Fuyu nodded. Yes! To the southwest, there is the Gentle Breeze Sect that is known for its beautiful tiered gardens and musical cultivators. Many musical cultivators play a pipa2 or a dizi3, though there are some cultivators who use special floating guqin4 and guzheng5... I see. Listening to the ancient-styled music, Wen Zhihao missed modern music. He somehow doubted that there was a rock music cultivator at the Gentle Breeze Sect Sun Fuyu noticed Wen Zhihaos little amused smile. Wen-ge, what are you thinking of? Wen Zhihaos smile grew a little larger. Thinking if there was a drum musical cultivator. Playing such an instrument would suit battle very much. Or a suona!6 Sun Fuyu thought of that loud wind instrument. And cymbals and gongs. That would scare away many malicious demons. And many people too. Sun Fuyu grinned. Umm, he agreed. After they finished eating and paid, the two leisurely walked through the town and to its outskirts. Under the dim light from the nightsky, the crops of farmland fields swayed lightly in the wind. Sun Fuyu glanced at Wen Zhihao. He almost reached out for Wen Zhihaos hand more than once, but Wen Zhihao seemed occupied. Lets go back to the forest by the sect, Wen Zhihao said. It was long overdue... Sun Fuyu pulled his hands closer to himself. Okay. They flew back to their usual camping spot. Recently, the area of the camping spot and other places Wen Zhihao liked to visit had new flower blooms, even though all the flowers had already bloomed a month or two ago. These new flowers also had more qi than usual. But Wen Zhihao didnt think long about how they had bloomed again though: the important part was that the scent of the flowers and the greenery of the forest was a lot more sweet and relaxing, and the place itself was private. It was warm enough for the two of them that Wen Zhihao didnt start a fire. Instead he only took out some bedding to sit on and some glowing stones to gently light their surroundings. Is Wen-ge sad? Sun Fuyu said with good perception. Wen Zhihao shook his head. Not sad. Perhaps nostalgic. Sun Fuyus brows creased lightly. Nostalgic of the past? Is it your...family? At the word family, Wen Zhihao felt even more guilty. If you dont like your family too, then dont worry. Wen-ge is very important to me! Xiao Yu is important to me too. Wen Zhihao sighed lightly. Reincarnation in this xianxia world was a known concept (see Lin Yijun), and even possession was something that wasnt unknown. But transmigration? How should he say this? Finally, Wen Zhihao asked, Xiao Yu, do you believe in other worlds? Being an evil author is SUCH FUN ? Also, I feel like some of you are a bit thirsty.so let me give you a more normal xianxia rec! One of the few xianxia that Ive actually finished reading (??? ) and liked a lot is Heavenly Soul by crimson_carnation !! Feng Qinghe is a renowned disciple of the Heavenly Peak Sect, known throughout the cultivational world for his competent ways and pleasant disposition. Despite being weighed down by a tragic past, Qinghe pushes onwards to battle beasts, educate juniors, and complete assignments, all while making friends out of foes and having fun with his newfound lover. But as he forms new connections and rediscovers old bonds, he learns of disaster approaching near. Pushing past his limits to stand against the unforeseen calamity, Qinghe finds that to hold his own, he will have to shed his restraints and go all out. In the end, what exactly does it mean to have a heavenly soul? ________________________ What you can expect in this storyD ? An MC who is badass, but shows more of his cute side as the story goes on ? An ML who is not a jerk, respects boundaries, and actively helps MC resolve his issues ? Adorable side couples, all with different dynamics and personalities ? All sexual activities between the couples remain 100% consensual ? And despite all the other elements mixed in, this is, at its core, a romance novel 53. Like like like Wen-ge so much! afflinghaze Sun Fuyu replied seriously, Yes. Many demonic creatures come from the demonic realm, and many cultivators ascend to the Heavens. There are also many secret realms containing magical treasures left by past cultivators. Wen-ge, do you want to go to a secret realm? Even though youre not yet an inner sect disciple, Im sure my shifu will allow you! Wen Zhihao smiled slightly at Sun Fuyus sincerity. Theres no need, but if Xiao Yu wants me to go one day, Ill go. Sun Fuyus eyes crinkled in a smile. But there are also more than just other realms connected to this one. Sun Fuyu blinked curiously, the perfect picture of an obedient and attentive student. Wen Zhihaos itchy hand reached out and rubbed Sun Fuyus head. There is at least one other kind of world where there are no cultivators, Wen Zhihao continued. For example, a world where, instead of qi, there is energy and science and technology. Horseless carriages move people around the country, and metal planes fly in the air instead of swords. Sun Fuyu listened very carefully. A world without cultivators? Did his Wen-ge have the ability to see or visit other worlds? His Wen-ge was so amazing! In that world, there are many nations that are very different, with different people, different environments, and different cultures. Because of this, there are many, many different food dishes. That kind of world was my original world. That is the real reason why your Wen-ge knows so many different dishes. Your Wen-ge is not as inventive as you think. Sun Fuyu subconsciously frowned, focusing on the important part of what Wen Zhihao said: But I think Wen-ge is amazing! Wen Zhihaos lips quirked up. Xiao Yu is so cute! Even the brush-pen I showed you is merely a copy of something that has existed in my old world for at least a hundred years. Over six months ago, nearly a year now, I died in my old world and somehow transmigrated here. Sun Fuyus eyes widened. Y-you died? His eyes grew red. Wen-ge...Wen-ge Sun Fuyu suddenly realised something Then the Wen-ge that I like is the Wen-ge from a different world? If the original Wen Zhihao returned then Wen-ge would be gone? I dont know what happened to the original soul of this body. Its not here anymore. Sun Fuyu suddenly leaned over and hugged Wen Zhihao tightly. Is Wen-ge telling me because youre about to leave?!!! Fondness filled Wen Zhihaos heart. He caressed Sun Fuyus hair. No, of course not. I wont leave Xiao Yu if I can help it. Its just that Xiao Yu told me about your background and family, and so I wanted to tell Xiao Yu about my family. But Xiao Yu should not tell others. Its our secret, okay? Sun Fuyu tilted his head up to look at Wen-ge. Suddenly, he didnt feel so aggrieved anymore, because he realised that Wen-ge trusted him the most! That was why Wen-ge told him such a big secret! I wont tell anyone, Sun Fuyu promised. As long as you dont leave me. En, I wont leave, Wen Zhihao said. Sun Fuyu hugged him again. He really wanted to...do a certain thing But he felt a bit shy He pulled back from the hug and took Wen-ges hand, lightly touching his palm. Wen Zhihaos hand felt ticklish, and his heart felt like it was being gently touched too. Sun Fuyus head was lowered, eyes looking down. Was Xiao Yu so unsettled? What does Xiao Yu want? Although I came from a different world, now, my favourite people are you and all the other aunties and uncles and cats. If there is something Xiao Yu wants, Ill try to make it happen, within reason. Can we...um. Sun Fuyus voice dropped to a whisper as redness spread across his cheeks. L-lips...touching...together He shyly looked up through his eyelashes. Wen Zhihao felt like he was struck by tribulation lightning. Lips. Touching? Doesnt that mean kissing? Xiao Yu wants to kiss? Thenthen Weve.been dating for a few weeks now...but.if Wen-ge wants to wait Sun Fuyus head dipped down again as he played with Wen Zhihaos hand. Wen Zhihao felt like he had been struck by tribulation lightning again. Hah? For a few weeks? When was that?! Waitwait ...Um...forget about it then Sun Fuyus voice quietened to a whisper. Wen Zhihao ruthlessly threw away his messy chaotic thoughts and got to the root of things. Conclusion: just go with the flow and kiss Sun Fuyu back! Phew! This meant that Wen Zhihao wouldnt need to work out a Plan or have to deal with messy pre-relationship romance stuff! Roll away all those dog blood romance plots! Okay. Sun Fuyus head snapped up. Okay? His eyes glowed, his lips curving into a big smile. He threw himself against Wen Zhihaos body and hugged tightly, burying his face in Wen Zhihaos shoulder. Ah! Ah! So happy! Like like like Wen-ge so much!! Wen Zhihaos lips twitched up. He wrapped his arms around Sun Fuyu and hugged just as tightly. Hmm, hugging Sun Fuyu felt really good~~ Waitwait, Sun Fuyu wriggled out of the hug and sat up properly. His face became serious. We cant kiss if we hug like that. Sun Fuyus serious face was so cute! Ill listen to you. How do you want to do it? Cough, this would be Wen Zhihaos first kiss, and since he had mentally thrown away all those dog blood romance dramas, he temporarily forgot how to kiss. Sun Fuyu licked his lips, his heart beating like a drum. Lean closer? Wen Zhihao leaned closer, and Sun Fuyu did the same. The redness in Sun Fuyus cheeks deepened. Um, a little closer? They both moved their heads closer together, going slower and slower as both of them felt like they needed to make sure that their lips actually touched each otherwouldnt it be so embarrassing if they missed??!! And then... ~Chu~ Lips touched and noses brushed. Both of them were relieved when they didnt miss, so relieved that they separated again immediately. It was so fast that Wen Zhihao didnt get to experience it. He cleared his throat slightly. Again? Sun Fuyu nodded shyly. This time, Wen Zhihao lightly held Sun Fuyus chin. Sun Fuyu felt tingly and warm, his eyes closing as he trusted Wen-ge. Soon, slightly dry lips touched lightly against his own. A light sensation bloomed across his lips as their qi mingled. Wen Zhihao felt all warm and soft. Xiao Yus lips were so soft, even softer than when he accidentally touched them with his fingers They soon parted again, and Sun Fuyus eyes opened. Wen Zhihao let go of Sun Fuyus chin, dropping his hand to Sun Fuyus arm. Good? Wen Zhihao asked, a little nervous. Good! Happiness radiated from Sun Fuyu. He coquettishly rubbed his cheek against Wen Zhihaos shoulder. Wen Zhihao hugged him, looking at Sun Fuyu with overflowing fondness. Does Xiao Yu want to hear more about my past? En! Sun Fuyu settled himself comfortably into Wen-ges embrace and prepared to listen well. While hugging the firm and soft new boyfriend (well apparently theyd been boyfriends for a few weeks, but Wen Zhihao will just ignore that!), Wen Zhihao told him about his family with his divorced parents, about how it was like to live in his old world, and about how this kind of xianxia world could only be found in fantasy and dreams. Sun Fuyu remembered all the special information given to him by Wen-ge. Im happy that youre here, Sun Fuyu said. His eyes darkened slightly. If he hadnt met Wen-ge, then he might still be in the outer sect, struggling to cultivate. Or maybe he would have died as the fortune-teller said... Its getting late, its time for bed, Wen Zhihao said. Seeing how he now knew that they were dating, and how sticky Sun Fuyu was beinghugging Wen Zhihao as though he might disappearWen Zhihao offered, Do you want to sleep together in the same set of bedding? Sun Fuyu nodded like a chicken pecking rice. Wen Zhihao reached out and stopped his head. Dont make yourself dizzy! he said fondly. They both got ready to sleep. Sun Fuyu was fastest, laying down first. He looked at Wen Zhihao with eyes full of sleepy warmth. Once Wen Zhihao laid down though, Sun Fuyu carefully left a small gap between them. Wen Zhihao rolled on his side to face Sun Fuyu and reached out and took his hands. He stroked them lightly. Go to sleep, Xiao Yu. Only if Wen-ge goes to sleep too. Of course. Wen Zhihao took the initiative to close his eyes first. Let Xiao Yu look his fill, ba. And as typical, Wen Zhihao quickly fell asleep. Sun Fuyu gazed at his sleeping ge, illuminated slightly by starlight. He tugged Wen Zhihaos hands closer to himself, feeling the solid warmth of the person he liked best. After looking at Wen Zhihao a few more times, he closed his eyes too. Among the fragrant scent of the wildflowers and grass, the two of them slept with warm hearts. Congrats to everyone who predicted that Sun Fuyu would easily accept that Wen Zhihao came from another world, and double congrats to anyone who predicted that Sun Fuyu would think that Wen Zhihao was super-super-super amazing because he came from another world ?? This chapters rec yet another one of my favourite stories, Reborn with an Old Enemy on the Day of our Marriage! I love how the two main reborn/reincarnated characters retain their maturity and their dynamic is hilarious and cute~ Also, the BL Spring Anthology is now complete, with 30 different short stories! 54. Rings and impatient fluffballs afflinghaze Aunty Liu Jing did a double take when she saw her Sun Xiao Fuyu and Wen Zhihao walk into the kitchens together. Was it just her, or were there pink bubbles floating around more than usual? ...They were holding hands. Good morning, Aunty Liu! Sun Fuyu greeted in his lovely voice. Good morning, Aunty Liu, Wen Zhihao also greeted with a smile. Good morning young master cultivators, Liu Jing said. She focused on the more reliable Sun Xiao Fuyu. Did something good happen? Sun Fuyu smiled, his eyes glancing at Wen Zhihao. En. Liu Jing narrowed her eyes at Wen Zhihao. So her cabbage Xiao Fuyu did something to the pig, huh? Aunty, Wen-ge treats me very well, Sun Fuyu took the initiative to say. Xiao Yu treats me very well, Wen Zhihao replied. No, no, Wen-ge is better! No, Xiao Yu is the best! Liu Jings hard face cracked a smile at these silly cultivators. Every day, they reminded her that many cultivators were just children and young adults. Yes, Aunty knows, Xiao Fuyu is the best and Xiao Wen is the second best. See, Aunty Liu agrees with me! Wen Zhihao said with a silly grin. Sun Fuyu blushed. Ummm. Liu Jings eyes softened. At least Wen Zhihao finally realised, though based on their characters, Liu Jing wouldnt be surprised if Sun Fuyu made the first move. What do you want for breakfast? Ill make it while you go help our Old Tang. S-something sweet? Sun Fuyu said hesitantly. Alright, your Aunty will make something sweet! After the two of them left with Old Tang, Liu Jing went back into the kitchens. The other staff had a certain look on their faces. Were they holding hands? one of them said. They were! another agreed. Oh, to be young! Dont tease them, or Xiao Fuyu will turn red, Liu Jing said sternly. The other staff grinned amongst themselves. Yes, chef Liu, they chorused obediently. Thats right, only chef Liu can tease them, one of the staff added with a wink. Liu Jings lips twitched in amusement. Alright, get back to work! Sun Fuyu felt as though he could float, even though he was just a Golden Core cultivator. He was so happy that he didnt feel embarrassed holding hands with Wen-ge in public. In public!! After he and Wen-ge played with the demonic beasts after breakfast, Sun Fuyu tentatively kissed Wen-ge on the cheek before running off to go cultivate. Sun Fuyu needed to get stronger, so that he could protect his Wen-ge on a trip to a secret realm in the future and so that he could stop anyone from exorcising his Wen-ge! Meanwhile, Wen Zhihao was left watching Sun Fuyu fly off, his cheek still having the warm imprint of Sun Fuyus lips, and an unconscious smile on his own lips. A lot of stress had disappeared now that he shared his transmigration secret with another persona tick off his mental list. Also, there was now no need to worry about whether he likes me/he likes me not. Wen Zhihao could hug and squeeze and kiss Sun Fuyu freely. With those other tensions gone, Wen Zhihao felt particularly light. The summer sun was warm in the late morning, and Wen Zhihao decided it was too good of a day to spend sequestered inside his room. So instead, he took out a red umbrella and stuck it down right in the middle of the now-big-cats enclosure to create a little shade for himself. He spent some time writing out some of the talismans required for his quota with one of his new brush pens first. One of the big cats padded over to him and laid down, sticking its head under the shade of the umbrella. The cat felt that todays aura was particularly calm and peaceful. Also, due to the way this human drew in the surrounding qi, the cat liked to take some of the incoming qi for his own use. As the air slowly warmed up, Wen Zhihaos slowly became sleepy. The big cat lying down next to him was still nappingwhat a great idea! So Wen Zhihao packed up his talisman-writing things and took out his bedding instead. With a yawn, Wen Zhihao laid down, half on his stomach, one arm hugging the cat, and promptly fell asleep. His already relaxed qi aura became even more gentle and lulling, like soft rhythmic waves. One by one, the other demonic beasts yawned and laid down close to the source. Sometime later, Huang Jialing came by to let the demonic beasts go up the mountain to train and hunt for their lunch. She saw that the demonic beasts were all arranged, overlapping each other, around a tilted red parasol with a certain cultivator asleep under it. ... Waking up a group of demonic beasts was too much effort, especially with Disciple Wen around. Forget it, if theyre sleeping, they wont be hungry yet. Shell just make these beasts train harder once they wake up. She turned around and left the enclosure. To her surprise, she saw Cultivator Lin Yijun. Cultivator Lin, what business brings you here? Huang Jialing asked. Lin Yijun withdrew his attention from Wen Zhihaos peculiar qi. I was patrolling the sect. You allow Disciple Wen inside there? Huang Jialing gave a wry smile. Cultivator Lin does not need to worry about Disciple Wen, its all under control. Is there anything else? Otherwise, I also have work to do. No. Lin Yijun assessed the other cultivator. She didnt seem to have been reincarnated. Of all the people that Wen Zhihao was in contact with, none of them seemed out of the ordinary. The source of the queerness was Wen Zhihao, but Wen Zhihao wasnt reborn like Lin Yijun. That made Lin Yijuns headache worse after a long night chasing up a lead that went nowhere. Ill be going. Lin Yijun turned around and walked away. He didnt notice how his thoughts became more chaotic once he left the area. Huang Jialing restrained herself from shaking her head at Lin Yijun. Lately, she even found Lin Yijun to be more odd than usual. Perhaps there is a lot of pressure being the Head disciple? But, it wasnt her business, so she shrugged it off and got on with her life. As the sun moved across the sky, Wen Zhihaos umbrella was no longer in a good position to throw shade over him. The bright light prickled him uncomfortably, causing him to frown slightly in sleep. Soon though, his face relaxed again as dark clouds gathered above him, casting shadows upon him. The demonic beasts, however, stirred as qi started to strongly tug and swirl towards Wen Zhihao, instead of its previous soothing waves. The cat sleeping in Wen Zhihaos arms was particularly annoyed, pawing Wen Zhihaos face (with his claws retracted). The cat growled discontentedly when Wen Zhihao simply grabbed his paws while still asleep and hugged them. Many of the demonic beasts had greater strength than Wen Zhihao, and this particular cat was no exception. He tugged his paws back from Wen Zhihaos pitifully weak hold and joined his brethren standing a distance away from Wen Zhihao. - Tch, so annoying! Why does he have to advance now? We were sleeping happily! - Humans, so disrespectful! - Wait, wait, you impatient fluffballs. Once the human advances, it is estimated that his aura will become even more comfortable! - ...Are you sure? Are you sure? - Im not as stupid as you! Some of the demonic beasts slapped each other. One of the largest beasts flicked her tail back and forth in annoyance. - Youre all stupid, one would think you hadnt cultivated at all! The sudden lightning flickering under the dark clouds finally stopped their bickering. The fighting demonic beasts rolled upright again and turned their gazes to Wen Zhihao. - Okay, okay, I know hes advancing, hurry up! Under the sharp eyes of the demonic beats, the qi in the air and from the sun all condensed onto Wen Zhihao. Lightning flickered and thunder rumbled again, but was overall nonthreatening. With a soft wwwhosh, the human advanced to what humans called Late-Stage Golden Core1Major levels: Qi Refining < Foundation Building < Golden Core < Nascent Soul < Divine (Spirit?) < Demigod < Immortal Ascension; with sublevels: Early-stage < Middle-stage < Late-stage < Peak. The leftover qi swirled thick in the air: some of the more alert and opportunistic demonic cats grabbed some of that extra qi and used it to cultivate themselves. Wen Zhihao didnt know what woke him up, though he felt particularly full of qi for some unknown reason. Wisps of thoughts evaded him. He squinted his eyes open at the sun now shining down on his face. Still groggy, he covered his eyes with his arm, not wanting to get up yet. What was that thought again It was something about his original worldHis dreams had mashed up various romance tropes. Wait a minute...Rings! In his old world, couples exchanged rings upon marriage! First, he had given Sun Fuyu a ring...and then Sun Fuyu had given him a ring can be thought of as exchanging rings! The date that Sun Fuyu gave him a ring was a few weeks ago, which matched with Sun Fuyus statement that they had been dating for a few weeks. That was also the first time they held hands and hugged.Wen Zhihao had even initiated the hug... Sun Fuyu hadnt been sticky since that day because he was sad about his family! No, it was because Sun Fuyu thought that they were dating! Wen Zhihao felt like he had been struck by tribulation lightning enlightenment. !!! It was a good thing that Wen Zhihao self-enlightened himself! If Sun Fuyu mentioned their anniversary in the future, Wen Zhihao would know the date! Refreshed, Wen Zhihao sat up and took a drink out of his spatial ring. He glanced at the cats gathered together on the other side of the enclosure. Huh, what are they doing there? Here, kitty-kitty! Wen Zhihao coaxed. - Tch, whos calling us kitty? - HAHA then I get to be closest to him now! I was right HAHAHA! One of the large bouncy cats bounded over to Wen Zhihaos side and rubbed her face against Wen Zhihaos head. - Hmmmmmmm qi feels so goooood. Wen Zhihao petted the cat. Hmm, feels so soft! Wonderful! 55. Did you know we’re engaged? The next morning, Sun Fuyu was waiting outside the pathway to the kitchens for Wen Zhihao. Sun Fuyu reached his hands out. Wen Zhihao obliged him and pulled him into a hug, while Sun Fuyu rubbed his face against Wen Zhihao like a cat. Xiao Yu, I remembered something from my old place. Sun Fuyu looked up. Hm? When two people want to marry each other, one person proposes with a ring. Later, when they get married, they exchange rings. Sun Fuyus eyes widened as redness bloomed across his cheeks. D-does this mean we are already married Wen Zhihaos lips curled up. Its closer to an engagement, which is a time before marriage. By entering an engagement, the people involved have agreed to marry in the future. Engagements can last over a year. Agreed to marry, Sun Fuyu repeated. He buried his face in Wen Zhihaos shoulder. Wen Zhihaos heart tickled with how kittenish Sun Fuyu was. He patted him on the back. En. I merely thought it would be an interesting fact. Of course, there is no need for us to follow such a tradition if Xiao Yu doesnt want to Sun Fuyu pulled away from Wen Zhihaos shoulder. Want! Dont want anyone else to marry Wen-ge. Who else would want to marry me? Wen Zhihao teased. ...How about Wang Li Wei? I see him coming to the demonic beasts enclosure when you are around. Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus head firmly. Hes just an acquaintance. He comes by when Im there because hes still a little afraid of the kittens for some reason. Isnt the person I see second-most-often Aunty Liu? Arent you afraid I would want to marry her? Sun Fuyu pouted. Wen-ge, he complained. Wen Zhihao grinned. He grabbed Sun Fuyus shoulders and physically turned him towards the kitchens. Lets go, theyre waiting for us. Sun Fuyu looked over his shoulder at him, a slightly aggrieved expression on his face. Wen Zhihao pinched his cheek, and when Sun Fuyus pout deepened, coaxed him with a hug. That morning, Wen Zhihao was able to harvest some more tropical fruit. He thought that it was time for him to give some fruit to Elder Liu Ru as he had promised. When he asked Sun Fuyu if he knew where Elder Liu Ru could be found, Sun Fuyu told him that Senior Liu Zhongmins set of buildings were on Elder Liu Rus mountain. Then Ill follow you! Wen Zhihao decided. So after they visited the demonic cats and kittens, Wen Zhihao followed Sun Fuyu to Elder Liu Rus mountain. Some of Liu Zhongmins inner sect disciples saw them arriving and came over. Sun-shidi, who is this? one of the male disciples named Gao Ming asked curiously. Sun Fuyu straightened. This is my shixiong, Fellow Daoist Wen Zhihao. So youre the famous Wen-ge, a female disciple named Hu Jingyan said with an upward tilt of her lips. The eyes of inner sect disciples grew even more curious. Wen Zhihao greeted them politely with his hands together. This junior thanks the seniors for looking after Sun-shidi. Of course. How can we help you? Hu Jingyan asked. This junior is looking for Elder Liu Ru, Wen Zhihao answered. Speaking of Elder Liu Ru Hu Jingyan looked up, causing the others to follow her gaze. Two small figures descending from the top of the mountain were rapidly becoming larger: Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmin on her sword and Elder Liu Ru floating down next to her. Liu Zhongmin jumped off her sword in the last few meters, landing on the ground with a solid thump. Elder Liu Ru landed so lightly on the ground that there was no noise. Everyone gave a round of greetings to the two senior cultivators. After acknowledging the greeting, Liu Zhongmin spoke first: Whats this little gathering? She glanced at the infamous Wen Zhihao. Sun-shidis shixiong wants to talk to Elder Liu Ru, Hu Jingyan answered. Elder Liu Ru inclined her head. It is convenient for me to talk to Disciple Wen now. There are some matters we need to discuss. .matters? Wen Zhihaos expression stiffened a little, but he still nodded. You can use my office, Elder Liu, Liu Zhongmin immediately offered. The rest of us are going to train outside. Elder Liu Ru nodded. Disciple Wen, follow me. Wen Zhihao nodded goodbye to Sun Fuyu and followed Elder Liu Ru into the main building. Sun Fuyus brows drew together. Shifu, is Wen-ge in trouble? Liu Zhongmin patted Sun Fuyu on the shoulder. Dont worry. Sun Fuyu gave Liu Zhongmin a worried look. Liu Zhongmin smiled. Come now, Disciple Sun. I noticed that your shixiong has advanced a stage Sun Fuyus motivation immediately rose. Thats right, he couldnt fall behind! Although he was still worried about Wen Zhihao, he had to trust that his Wen-ge will be alright. After one last glance in the direction where Wen-ge had gone, Sun Fuyu followed his master and senior martial siblings to practice. Meanwhile, Wen Zhihao sat down at a table opposite Elder Liu Ru in an office decorated with various swords and sharp implements of different shapes and sizes. Firstly, what is it that you wished to speak to me about? Wen Zhihao took out the basket of fruit from his spatial ring and pushed it over to Elder Liu Ru. As promised, these are the tropical fruits that I have cultivated with help of the mortal staff of the Golden Sun Sect. Elder Liu Rus expression did not change as she accepted them. She had already heard from her wife that these could be considered low-level spiritual fruits. Her own cursory look revealed that her wife was right. She moved them all into her spatial pendant. There are two items on my agenda regarding you, Elder Liu Ru said in a very serious tone. Firstly, I have heard that you have been writing with an unusual brush. Wen Zhihao sheepishly took out his brush pen from his spatial ring, which was filled with ink, and some talisman paper. Elder Liu Ru has heard correctly. This is a new brush. First, you infuse the ink inside the pen with qi, and then the brush writes easily. Wen Zhihao wrote a talisman for creating light with passable handwriting. Elder Liu Rus eyes widened slightly. While the automatic flow of qi in the ink during the drawing of the talisman was inferior to a master talisman cultivator fine-tuned qi control, it was sufficient for low-level talismans like the ones Disciple Wen Zhihao wrote. This craft could greatly benefit non-talisman cultivators who had some minor talisman knowledge. But more importantly, the qi-infusion method would allow talisman cultivators to write talismans using ink with qi infused by other cultivators, and ink infused with different types of qi that one particular talisman cultivator may not otherwise have access to. Here, Elder Liu, please accept these. Wen Zhihao, completely unaware of Elder Liu Rus thoughts, took out two unused brush pens that Old Third had made and placed them on the table on Elder Liu Rus side. Elder Liu Ru accepted them. Her eyes then crinkled slightly, as though smiling. Wen Zhihaos heart skipped a nervous beat. Disciple Wen, will you be participating in the next Intra-Sect competition? I have no intention, Wen Zhihao said honestly. He knew it was soon, but he didnt keep track of when. Elder Liu Ru inclined her head slightly. Very well. Now that you have reached Late-Stage Golden Core, I will directly promote you to the inner sect and assign you to my group. Wen Zhihao: . Late-stage Golden Core? One stage away from Nascent Soul? He knew that he was a Golden Core cultivator now, but when did he reach the Late-stage Wait, more importantly, can he refuse the promotion? This chapter''s xianxia rec is Heaven''s Golden Finger! It''s pretty fun, the MC often says English/modern words magically-translated-literally into the language of the xianxia world, much to the confusion of others ??? Song Shirong had expected to die. He didn''t expect to find himself transported into a new life in an ancient China that never was. He absolutely hadn''t expected to find himself with new powers and an elder sect brother who hates his predecessor''s guts. "I know how these things go. Can I have a new character please?" 56. Promotion afflinghaze With a blank expression, Wen Zhihao said, Elder Liu Ru, as I understand, there are more duties for inner sect disciples. This humble one respectfully thanks you for thinking about me. However, this humble one would like to remain as an outer sect disciple. Elder Liu Ru: ... Disciple Wen, although there are some duties, your allowance will increase in compensation, Elder Liu Ru said. Wen Zhihao shook his head. I dont need more money or spiritual stones. For the first time in her life, Elder Liu Ru faced a disciple who disliked the inner sect. However, she really couldnt have a soon-to-be-Nascent-Soul disciple running around in the outer sect. Disciple Wen, as a Late-Stage Golden Core disciple, it is very improper for you to remain an outer sect disciple. At the very least, allow me to give you the inner sect robes. Wen Zhihao faltered. If the only change to his life were a new set of robes, then there was no problem. Wen Zhihao wasnt ignorant: other senior cultivators or Elders would have forced him to follow their orders. The fact that Elder Liu Ru gave this concession was quite good. To confirm, I will not have any extra duties, nor an extra allowance. I will only need to wear the inner sect robes? Wen Zhihao asked. Elder Liu Ru inclined her head. The talismans assigned to your quota may change to match your cultivation level, but the quantity will remain the same. You will also be moved out of the outer sect dormitories. Wen Zhihaos forehead wrinkled slightly. And Cultivator Liu Zhongmin to give you a room next to your shidi, Disciple Sun Fuyu. I accept! Wen Zhihao agreed decisively. Elder Liu thought wryly, I should have said that first... Very good. Since we are here, let us conduct the formalities immediately. First, she gave Wen Zhihao an inner sect token and a talisman-cultivator specific token, which he placed inside his spatial ring. After that, they went out to the square where Liu Zhongmin and her disciples were training. Liu Zhongmin immediately came over when she noticed Elder Liu Ru. Elder Liu Ru, she greeted warmly. Give Disciple Wen the key to the room next to Disciple Sun, Elder Liu Ru said. Liu Zhongmins eyebrows went up. Elder Liu Rus eyes flickered over to Sun Fuyu. Liu Zhongmins lips quirked in understanding. Very well. She gave Disciple Wen the corresponding jade pendant key. Upon hearing his name, Sun Fuyu snapped out of his training. He took a few hesitant steps towards them. Shifu? he asked. Liu Zhongmin grinned and said, Thats right, your shixiong is going to be staying next to you for the foreseeable future. Im an inner sect disciple now, Wen Zhihao added. Sun Fuyus eyes lit up. Thank you, Elder Liu! Thank you, Shifu Liu! Wen-ge...Wen-ge is very powerful. Wen Zhihao reached out and rubbed Sun Fuyus hair. Thank you, Xiao Yu. Liu Zhongmin also wanted to pat Sun Fuyus hair, but her wife was giving her a look again. Disciple Wen, come with me to the Talisman Hall. You can return here afterwards. Understood, Elder Liu! Xiao Yu, train hard and Ill be back soon. Sun Fuyu nodded. En. After Elder Liu Ru and Wen Zhihao left, Sun Fuyu turned to his shifu with an admiring look. Shifu was right! Liu Zhongmin grinned. Hm, Shifu is always right. Ahh, her wife wasnt here, just let her pat Sun Fuyus head once Aiyo, but Sun Fuyu ducked away, covering his head with his hand. Only Wen-ge is allowed, he grumbled. Liu Zhongmin was defeated. She gave a grumpy look at her other disciples watching the show. Alright, go back to your training! All of you! At the Talisman Hall, Elder Liu Ru had another inner sect disciple measure and retrieve size-appropriate golden inner sect robes for Wen Zhihao, which Wen Zhihao put away. She also gave him a small lecture on how to behave as an inner sect disciple. After that, Elder Liu Ru had sect business and Wen Zhihao was free. Since it was close by, Wen Zhihao went to the kitchens. Aunty Liu Jing came out. She immediately saw the look in his eye and asked in a dry tone, Is there something you want to eat? Wen Zhihao smiled. Can you make pizza? Pi-sa? Liu Jing repeated the odd words. Wen Zhihao unloaded all the scattered information he knew about pizzas to Aunty Liu, like the yeasted dough, high baking heat, and common toppings. ...Can you make it? he asked with sparkling eyes. His mouth salivated at the memory of pizza. He had eaten takeaway pizza for many dinners in his previous world to the point that it became normal and plain. But now, he hadnt had it in a while, so the dish became more attractive. Ill make something close, Liu Jing said. Close is good, Wen Zhihao said, satisfied. After giving Liu Jing some more talismans in thanks, Wen Zhihao returned to his room in the outer sect dormitories to pack his things. When Wen Zhihao returned, Liu Zhongmin didnt bother stopping Sun Fuyu and instead focused on making sure the rest of her disciples didnt get distracted. Sun Fuyus eyes grew wide. Wen-ge had changed in the inner sect robes! The golden glow of the new robes suited his ge a lot better, showing his ges warm and noble temperament. Look Xiao Yu, we match now! Wen Zhihao said. While their robes were both golden in colour, the style was different: one was tailored for sedentary talisman cultivators and the other for active sword cultivators. The similarities and differences together made a pleasing composition. It was a shame that Wen Zhihao didnt have a camera...though there had to be (expensive) magical devices that captured images... At Wen Zhihaos words, Sun Fuyu indeed realised that they matched. Were a bit like Shifu Liu Zhongmin and Elder Liu Ru, Sun Fuyu said. A sword cultivator and a talisman cultivator. who have been together for a long time, Wen Zhihao added casually. Sun Fuyus eyes softened happiness at the implication. En! However, they could match more. Although he and Wen-ge exchanged rings, these rings didnt match. They didnt have any paired items... Can Xiao Yu show me my new room? En! Sun Fuyu led Wen Zhihao into the building where the rooms were. First, he pointed to the door to his room, and then to Wen Zhihaos new room. Wen Zhihao took out the key and opened the door. Come inside, he said. Sun Fuyu was filled with trepidation. Wen-ge is inviting me into his room! In fact, the sparsely furnished room was exactly like Sun Fuyus: spacious compared to the outer sect dormitories, and with large windows letting in a lot of natural light. That sunlight looked perfect for napping under Wen Zhihao was about to unpack when a thought struck him. What if Xiao Yu moves in with me? Or I move in with you? Ah, but then well have to ask for another key ba. If only there was a door connecting the two rooms Sun Fuyu sucked in a short breath. Wen-ge wants us to sleep together?! I realise that every time I think about Sun Fuyu''s happy expression when Wen Zhihao pats him on the head or praises him or does something that makes him happy, I think about the expression that Harry (right side) makes in this artwork by dorisdoris: 57. Entering the b?r?i?d?a?l? ?c?h?a?m?b?e?r? Wen-ge’s room…! Sun Fuyus head unconsciously lowered. Although theyve slept together on their weekly trips, sleeping together on a proper bed was very different. Pink-tinged visions of their life together filled Sun Fuyus mind. Wen Zhihao thought that Sun Fuyu was hesitant about the matter, so he said, Since we have different schedules, we should use both rooms. But sleeping together is possible if Yes! Sun Fuyu agreed before Wen-ge could withdraw the offer. Wen Zhihao smiled. Okay. Now that Sun Fuyu had shown Wen Zhihao his room, Wen Zhihao urged him to go back and train. Then, Wen Zhihao unpacked his own things. Perhaps it was the glow of the new promotion and new bedroom, or perhaps it was Sun Fuyus determined expression to go train; regardless, Wen Zhihao became productive. That afternoon, he finished all of his monthly quota of talismans ahead of time. He even had time to read a little more of the talisman cultivation manuals and added more simplified talisman spells to his personal reference, An Idiots Guide to Talisman Cultivation. In the evening, after washing and dressing in a new robe appropriate for sleep, Sun Fuyu quietly knocked on Wen Zhihaos door. Wen Zhihao opened it immediately and welcomed him inside. There were glowing stones scattered over the table, talismans drying, a few brush pens and ink sticks in an open stationery box, a tea set, and a plate of small snacks. The soft blankets that Wen-ge favoured were arranged neatly on the bed. Hungry? Wen Zhihao asked. Sun Fuyu shook his head. Wen-ge, the day after tomorrow Im going on a mission Will you come back? Yes, of course! Then what are you so worried about? Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus head. Mmmm. Sun Fuyu himself wasnt sure what he was so worried about. Hadnt he gone on missions before? But it felt like he was entering the bridal chamber and yet running off only a few days later. Did you train hard today? Sun Fuyu nodded. Shifu says that Ill advance soon! Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyu. Xiao Yu is such a hardworking cultivator. The two of them got into bed, Wen Zhihao on the inside since Sun Fuyu always got up earlier than him. Once they settled in, Wen Zhihao turned off the voice-activated lights by the bed. Instead of the scent of the greenery, there was the scent of wood and ink and paper and slight sweetness of fruit. With the sound isolation between the rooms, there was only the sound of their breaths and the rustling of clothes and blankets. Sun Fuyu laid on his back, hugging Wen-ges arm. He was still in a slight daze of disbelief. Even though this wasnt their marriage night, it was still the first time he was sleeping in Wen-ges bed... Wen Zhihao, lying on his side, snuggled closer to Sun Fuyu. A warm feeling tickled his heart, spreading from where Sun Fuyu was holding onto his arm. While he liked sleeping outside, sleeping indoors was his natural state of being: from the soft bed to the walls where he could stick various talismans to perfect his sleeping environment, to the curtains across the windows that blocked out the early rising sun so that he could sleep longer. Wen Zhihao absently rubbed Sun Fuyus cloth-covered-chest. Breath in, breath out, count little Xiao Yus in his head...As he fell asleep, his qi subconsciously spread out, naturally mingling with Sun Fuyus. Feeling their auras mesh, Sun Fuyus mind returned to the present. He hugged his ges arm, breathed in his scent, and joined him in sleep. The next morning when Wen Zhihao awoke, the bed next to him was empty. Sun Fuyu was out completing his morning training. Wen Zhihao yawned and stretched. He had thought about going back to sleep, but then he remembered what they would have for breakfast! So Wen Zhihao went through his morning routine and put on his new golden inner sect robes. Not only were they flashier, but they also felt nicer and seemed to have some inbuilt protective and enhancement properties. A light knock at the door signalled Sun Fuyus return. Wen Zhihao opened the door for him. Sun Fuyus eyes wandered up Wen Zhihaos head. Wen-ge, can I arrange your hair? he said seriously. En. Wen Zhihao ushered Sun Fuyu into his room and sat down so that Sun Fuyu could reach. Wen Zhihao usually just pulled his long hair back and tied it loosely near the base of his neck. Cultivators seemed to have some magic that stopped their super long hair from getting overly tangled. Today, as usual, he had the same hairstyle. The hair ornaments for the talisman inner sect disciples sat on Wen Zhihaos table. Now, Sun Fuyu picked them up. He untied Wen Zhihaos hair and combed through it slowly. Wen Zhihaos eyelids lowered at the comfortable sensation of having his hair gently arranged. Sun Fuyu gathered the upper layers and pulled them back into a top knot and inserted the golden hair ornaments. The rest of Wen Zhihaos hair was left down.1Today I learnt that this isn''t historical, but it looks cool so I''m keeping it~ Sun Fuyus eyes brightened. Wen-ge now looked so refined and handsome!2Maybe, finally, a bit like this: Lets walk to the kitchen, Sun Fuyu suggested. This way, more people could see Wen Zhihaos elegant image. Wen Zhihao agreed because walking together would extend their time together. That morning, one might see two inner sect disciples walking down the footpaths of the Golden Sun Sect, holding hands. One disciple exuded a sunny feeling as he looked at the other, though his movements were clear and strong as a combat cultivator. The other disciple was calm, his eyelids a little lowered in either indulgence or laziness. A closer examiner would see ink stains on his fingers. There was nothing particularly outstanding about the two of them visually, so many people did not give them another glance. Instead, many more people focused on the gentle qi that ebbed and flowed through the air. Some foreheads unwrinkled due to a feeling of relaxation, while other eyebrows went up wondering which cultivator was so domineering as to carelessly use a heart-soothing magical treasure. Only a few cultivatorsNascent Soul and aboverealised that the aura was coming from a particular disciple. Ah, yes, wasnt that Elder Liu Rus odd disciple? Sun Fuyu: *sneezes* (š) Someone must be speaking ill of Wen-ge! Hmm for other xianxia recs, I actually did finish Mo Dao Zu Shi (aka the first danmei I ever read). Aside from that, I quite like the crafting elements of The White Cats Divine Scratching Post and Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being... 58. In which Wang Li Wei’s three world views crumble~ afflinghaze When Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu appeared at the kitchens, many eyes looked their way. Old Tang clapped his hands. So our Xiao Wen has become an inner sect disciple! Congratulations! Aunty Liu Jing lips curled up. Who knew our young master Wen could clean up so well, like a proper cultivator. Xiao Yu helped me, Wen Zhihao said. Aunty Liu Jings eyes crinkled in amusement. En, Xiao Fuyu is very good. Ill have your food ready for you when you finish helping Old Tang. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened. Old Tang, lets go! There was an oven constructed outside, made especially for the dishes that Wen Zhihao requested. When Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao and Old Tang returned from the Sects farms, Aunty Liu Jing had already made a couple of large round pancakes with an assortment of toppings. With the very hot oven, it was quick to make more. Xiao Wen, taste, Aunty Liu called. So this is pizza! Wen Zhihao pulled Sun Fuyu over. He sliced up the pizzas into triangles and showed everyone how to eat them. While it wasnt a proper western pizza, that should be expected: the kind of cheeses available and tomato-like sauces were different compared to the western versions. Instead, what Liu Jing made could be considered as a local pizza, with local savoury and spicy flavours. But importantly, the pizza base tasted so good! So chewy with a soft top and crisp bottom! And the garlic and chilli oils were perfect accompaniments! So delicious, thank you, Aunty Liu! Xiao Yu, what do you think? Sun Fuyu nodded. Good! Its quite simple to make, Liu Jing said. But dont forget to eat some vegetables! What an unusual dish. Is it from your hometown? Old Tang asked as he grabbed another slice of pizza. Dont all places have their specialties? Wen Zhihao said perfectly truthfully. Sun Fuyu hid a smile behind another bite of food. He was the only one who knew Wen-ges secretthis pi-sa was something from Wen-ges old world! A bit messy, though, another kitchen staff member commented. Liu-jie, next time make smaller ones that we can eat with chopsticks! The big demonic beasts could sense that humans approach before they could smell him. When he and the other human entered, more than one beast blinked in confusion. - Is it just me or does the human look different? - Ah, why is this human so shiny today? - So shiny.touch-touch! Wen Zhihao laughed when the cats patted his robes. He grabbed a large cat and patted it back. They were so smart, they noticed that he had different clothes! One demonic beast narrowed his eyes at the shiny thing in Wen Zhihaos hair. Sun Fuyu narrowed his eyes at the demonic beast. Dont touch Wen-ges hair! he scolded. Of course, he knew what these demonic beasts wanted! - Fine! Then give me butterflies instead! While Sun Fuyu didnt understand, he took out the butterfly-creating talismans in order to divert the beasts attention. Wang Li Wei was trudging towards the demonic beasts enclosure. After a gruelling morning training and getting yelled at, he wanted to hug something soft and warm. Cultivator Huang Jialing silently opened one of the enclosure gates. Wang Li Wei thanked her and went inside, belatedly realising that this wasnt the small beasts enclosure. Then he stopped and stared. Sun Fuyu looked over and noticed Wang Li Weis burning gaze. He walked over, blocking Wang Li Wei from looking at Wen-ge. Dont covet my Wen-shixiong! he told Wang Li Wei in a sharp whisper. Wang Li Wei looked at Sun Fuyu in disbelief. ...I dont like him!!!! Why would I want him? Arent you two Dao companions? Sun Fuyus expression eased at the words Dao companions, his lips curling up into a smug smile. En. Then he narrowed his eyes again. You dont like my Wen-shixiong? Wang Li Wei waved dismissively. Wait, why is that demonic beast patting Wen Zhihao on the head?! Indeed, a number of demonic beasts were back to taking turns to pat Wen Zhihao, including one that was prodding the golden hair ornament. Sun Fuyu immediately threw out a talisman that created illusionary birds to draw the attention of the beasts. Wang Li Wei was momentarily distracted by the shining illusionary birds, but then he rememberedWait, the important thing is, WEN ZHIHAO! he shouted loudly. He walked towards Wen Zhihao. When did you advance into the inner sect?! The Intra-Sect competition is tomorrow! Thats right, Wen Zhihao was wearing golden robes! Youre not wearing Sun Fuyus clothes, are you? Oh, thats tomorrow? Wen Zhihao turned to Sun Fuyu. We met a year ago, didnt we? Sun Fuyu beamed. Yes! Wen Zhihao! Wang Li Wei interrupted. Sun Fuyu narrowed his eyes slightly. Wen-shixiong was directly promoted by Elder Liu. Just because your Elder Wang didnt directly promote you Wang Li Wei snorted. How can someone like Wen Zhihao be directly promoted? You need to at least be Golden Core My Wen-shixiong is in Late-Stage Golden Core, Sun Fuyu said. He touched the hilt of his sword meaningfully. But he didnt need to, because, at that moment, Wang Li Weis three world views were crumbling. Wang Li Wei was still only Early Stage Golden Core. But... Wen Zhihao.Late-Stage Golden Coredirectly promoted... Wang Li Wei felt as though his spirit was drifting away.1 His eyes grew unfocused, his posture weakened. Seeing the unresponsive Wang Li Wei, Wen Zhihao sighed lightly. Poor Wang Li Wei, his morning must have been tough to get him to this state. He physically grabbed Wang Li Wei and sat him down next to a big docile cat. There, there, he coaxed Wang Li Wei. Wang Li Wei robotically reached out of the soft fur of the demonic beast. Who am I? Where am I? What is happening? The questions were too hard to answer. It was easier not to think and just bury his face in the fluff. Sun Fuyu was satisfied. It was about time that Wang Li Wei understood just how good his ge was! 59. The coldness of Zhou Sheng’s past afflinghaze In the morning of the next day, Wen Zhihao gave Sun Fuyu some more talismans and qi-infused stones before seeing him off, hoping that they would be useful and help him have a good sleep while out on the road. It was a big mission, promising to pay out a lot of spiritual stones even after division. Senior Lin Yijun was part of the team...but luckily two of Sun Fuyus senior martial sisters were also going. Since Wen Zhihao already finished his proper talisman quota for the month, he decided to treat himself to first a nap after Sun Fuyu left, which lasted till the afternoon, and then a trip out of the Sect to the nearby forest. While he didnt stumble across the hot springs, he was able to collect more materials ahead of time. Recalling the fact that he was a Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator, Wen Zhihao thought that maybe it was time he paid attention to his cultivation level. But there was no convenient game-menu-type bar for him to look at, and the cultivation manuals he had didnt explicitly say how to measure internal cultivation levelunless he accidentally skipped those sections, which wasnt impossible It was really too much effort ba. It wasnt as though Wen Zhihao needed to keep track of his cultivation level. Surely he would notice if he suddenly became a Nascent Soul cultivator! His feet carried him to a familiar cliff edge, where he had first watched a sunrise with Sun Fuyu. He sat down, eyes gazing into the distance. Sun Fuyu is a good young cultivator. Over this last year, they shared many moments. While he still didnt understand how he transmigrated here, Wen Zhihao no longer wanted to leave. He really wanted to continue spending time with Sun Fuyu, with Aunty Liu Jing and the other stuff, with all the kittens He must have accidentally zoned out because when he absently yawned, he realised that the sun was now touching the horizon as dusk fell. Yawning again, Wen Zhihao decided to head back to the sect to sleep. Grrrrrr. The low growling sound was accompanied by the patter of four feet. Some of Wen Zhihaos sleepiness dissipated. Did cats growl? Did Huang Jialing let some of them go into the forest for experience? The sound of the approaching animal (cat?) grew louder. It was definitely coming Wen Zhihaos way. Wen Zhihao examined his spatial rings and pulled out some leftover meat. Something burst out of the trees, teeth glinting in the low light and tumbled to a stop at Wen Zhihaos feet. Awoo? It stared up at Wen Zhihao, eyes blinking as though confused. ...It wasnt a cat. It looked more like a large dog. Wen Zhihao was a little disappointed, but it wasnt the dogs fault for not being a cat. Do you want this? he asked it, holding the meat out. ...Woof? The dog reached out and bit into the meat. It lowered its head, using its paws to help it eat. ...Cute, ba. Wen Zhihao crouched down and scratched the dog under its chin. Good. The demonic beast unconsciously squinted her eyes in enjoyment. The still thinking part of her was very bewildered. She was chasing something...searching for someone...Scent disappeared, but then she caught a different wisp of that scent...but suddenly the qi in the air became very comfortable? And suddenly there was delicious food? And suddenly there were chin and neck scratches? Here, I have some more food, Wen Zhihao said. Ruff! Food givers were good! - Ahem...Ill...return to my job...later Zhou Sheng watched this under the cover of a magical treasure that hid his aura and hid his image, his dark eyes hiding his thoughts. That wolf-like demonic beast had been sent to track Zhou Sheng down. It was more skilled than all the beasts previous, forcing Zhou Sheng to activate the magical treasure. Does Lin Yijun want to drag my corpse back to the Golden Sun Sect that badly? Zhou Sheng thought with a mocking sneer. The beast had been successfully thrown off by the magical treasure. But rather than being completely confused, it turned in a different direction. Zhou Sheng had become suspicious. Was there another demonic cultivator who had followed him here? If so, they had to be silenced Instead, he was faced with this: a golden robed righteous cultivator, Wen Zhihao, treating the hellish demonic beast as a puppy.and the beast acting like a puppy right back. Cultivator Wen was giving it belly scratches. The aura that Zhou Sheng was familiar with filled the air, calm and with a hint of drowsiness. The qi gently soothed away a headache caused by erratic dreams that he had been having this past year. Zhou Sheng had seen Wen Zhihao with the young cultivator named Sun Fuyu. He had seen him be truly kind. If Wen Zhihao had been there, maybe things would have turned out differently. At first, the Golden Sun Sect had seemed like a beautiful, glowing place in Zhou Shengs eyes, and Lin Yijun was his wonderful saviour. Suddenly, Zhou Sheng was no longer a slave grovelling in the dirt. Instead, he was a bright young cultivator of the great Golden Sun Sect. He had a place to live, food to eat, satisfying training to grow his strength, and no one would treat him cruelly again But he was soon proven wrong. Zhou Sheng realised that the Golden Sun Sect cultivators were still human, no matter the airs that they liked to put on. They had their hierarchies and their biases, and Zhou Sheng, a pitiful person picked up from outside, was no one. He was promptly excluded from the groups of outer sect disciples. His friendship with Lin Yijun, the genius young sword cultivator of the sect, did not help. If anything, it made things worse. They thought he had climbed into Lin Yijuns bed, that he had carried in the filth from outside into the sect and was trying to corrupt their Lin Yijun. Zhou Sheng was not weak-minded. He knew that he had to become strong, and so he became even more diligent in training. Lin Yijun became even more pleased with his progress. But then he stalled. He couldnt get around the mental block that was the Golden Suns sword cultivation style. It was, ironically, due to his enlightenment that the Golden Sun Sect was not as good as it made itself out to be. The sword cultivation style became like dry ash in Zhou Shengs mouth instead of fragrant osmanthus. He needed a different style, but all the styles available in the sect were not right. Zhou Sheng confided to his only friend. The Golden Sun Sect is not right for me. You just need to work harder, Lin Yijun had replied. If this particular sword cultivation technique is not suitable, then I have many more. Zhou Sheng had bowed his head. I have tried others I am an inner sect disciple, of course, I have more sword techniques available to me. I will let you borrow them, Lin Yijun responded. So Zhou Sheng gritted his teeth and tried out each of the styles but to no avail. He couldnt advance to Golden Core. When the Intra-Sect competition came around, he failed to pass. Despite still being an outer sect disciple, Lin Yijun nonetheless took Zhou Sheng on some sect missions. It didnt help. Instead, it reminded Zhou Sheng of the cruelty of people. When Lin Yijun had saved him, he had killed some of his captors, wounded the others, and Zhou Sheng completely agreed with this. Those people should never get the opportunity to enact cruelty again. But then, on those sect missions, Zhou Sheng saw Lin Yijuns sword move again... Those people, you should have killed them. Those people, why did you kill them? It wasnt their fault! Why were the servants killed instead of the masters? Those servants may have become bloodthirsty demons, but whose fault was it? Why didnt Lin Yijun try harder to save the innocent? Were they really collateral? Was saving Zhou Sheng an accident? Outside the sect, Zhou Sheng saw Lin Yijun and the others deal with rampaging monsters and demonic cultivators and cruel people and innocent people. Inside the Sect, Zhou Sheng was treated like a piece of cannon fodder to make the other disciples shine brighter. Righteous cultivators may cultivate in a righteous form. But the sword was made for killing: Zhou Shengs disgust for these two-faced cultivators deepened. Zhou Sheng searched for more and more cultivation methods. Lin Yijun, I think this cultivation method might be better No! Youre not allowed to touch that! I know my limits, I have my bottom line I said no and thats final! Go back to the sect and try again! It doesnt work for me Dont argue! Lin Yijun, do you ever think that you dont know everything?! Do you really think I cant see that you dont believe me? A sword is a cold-blooded weapon, just like any other! Whats wrong with using my own blood that others have spilled for me?! Zhou Sheng couldnt stand it anymore. Lin Yijun was really the peak of two-faced cultivators. They fought, and Zhou Sheng left for the demonic Blood Sect. On the topic of soothing auras, the MCs in Cub Raising Association and After I Livestreamed Raising Cubs I became the Wealthiest in Interstellar also seem to have the ability to calm the cubs around them~ 60. Coaxing a demonic cultivator afflinghaze Zhou Sheng had no illusions about what the demonic Blood Sect would be like. Entering the sect meant agreeing to fight. Battles broke out daily, and deaths sometimes occurredthough as a blood cultivation sect, its members understood the benefit of keeping ones enemy alive so as to continue to harvest their blood. He had to fight to enter. His skills and his basic use of blood qi were enough to gain him entry. The Blood Sect didnt have any structured learning. Cultivation manuals were thrown at new disciples and they had to learn by themselves and struggled to survive. This suited Zhou Sheng perfectly. He secluded himself and studied and practised using his own blood. And the blood cultivation methods worked. While in seclusion, he finally broke through to Golden Core. It was well known that demonic cultivation methods had quick initial gains but then became more and more difficult in the later stages. One of the reasons was because they relied on other peoples blood, other peoples flesh, other peoples deathsbut why would other people give up those things willingly? Zhou Sheng had a line that he will not cross, so he only used his own blood. He hadnt been lying to Lin Yijun. Using his blood meant that he had to temper his body and enhance his blood. It reduced his cultivation speed at the early stages compared to other cultivators, since he couldnt use up too much of his blood in one go. However, using his own blood meant he became very perceptive of the quality and could guarantee the consistent effectiveness of the blood qi. It meant that his natural blood qi was much stronger than others at the same cultivation level. This did not go unnoticed, and so the other cultivators did not leave him alone. After all, it was a demonic sect. He switched his weapon from a sword to a polearm with a long blade, and if someone followed him to fight, then he wouldnt hold back. Sometimes, he would bait particularly scum cultivators on purpose. The days passed, the ache of Lin Yijuns distrust slowly became buried under the pain of everyday life. Finally, a year ago, around the time of Golden Sun Sects Intra-Sect competitions, Zhou Sheng broke through to Nascent Soul. Lightning tribulation struck him. It was particularly cruel to demonic cultivators, but he survived it, his strong blood healing him fast. But then he started to get a strong sense of, I have done this before. A sense of, Didnt I advance to Nascent Soul a few years ago? A split second before it happened, he knew he had been ambushed. They wanted the blood of a Nascent Soul cultivator. He thought he could fight them, but the split-second I know what will happen next became hindrances as enemy spikes and blades ripped his flesh and spilled his blood. In the last resort, Zhou Sheng activated a magical treasure that Lin Yijun had given him, long ago. It transported him to a random location. High above in the air. His body crashed. He fell unconscious. Then the dreams started. Flashes of things he couldnt quite grasp, but pain that he could feel very well. In a half-state of consciousness, he recalled of all the demonic creatures that would come to eat his flesh. The pain. How it took him longer and longer to heal enough to leave. He had to work faster. The blood around him slowly dried and crumbled into dust as he consumed its qi. One day passed. Another day. Another day. Crunch, crunch. Footsteps. Was this the first demonic beast to come? But then, an unfamiliar warm qi flowed over him. In his weakened state, he couldnt do anything. Shit, his mother! Are you still alive? Zhou Sheng frowned slightly at the swearing. A demonic or rogue cultivator? Before he could say anything, the other cultivator crouched down by his side. Need to make a stretcher, ba. Wait, damn it, no sticky tape...or sticks... More swearing Through slit eyes, Zhou Sheng realised that it was a Golden Sun Sect outer disciple. The disciple was spreading out a blanket on the ground, securing one end to a floating sword. He picked Zhou Sheng up and placed him on the blanket. Holding the other end of the blanket, he and the sword lifted Zhou Sheng up a little. Nope, that didnt work...fuck it. Zhou Sheng was put down again and partially wrapped up in the blanket. The other cultivator lifted him up, cradling him across the shoulders and knees. The cultivator then stepped on his sword and flew. Zhou Sheng listened very, very carefully, ready to fight at a moments notice. But instead of a qi-suppressing prison cell, he was taken to a nearby mortal town. The other cultivator found a mortal doctor. After giving the mortal doctor some spiritual water, he simply left Zhou Sheng there. The flashes of dreams continued. But in the mortal doctors clinic, there were no wild animals, no demonic beasts. With the spiritual water, the bandages, the mortal medicine, the mortal food, Zhou Sheng was able to heal just a bit faster. He left as soon as possible to enact revenge on those who left him almost for dead. But he couldnt help but return multiple times. Obscuring his aura, he infiltrated the Golden Sun Sect and heard that Lin Yijun was on a mission again (and again and again). On a few occasions, he did see Lin Yijun from afar. But his obscured aura meant that Lin Yijun never noticed him. He wasnt sure he wanted to see Lin Yijun. But he saw Lin Yijuns face in his dreams often: with devastation, with anger, with his sword pointed to Zhou Shengs heart He saw the cultivator who saved him. He saw how this Wen Zhihao was warm and kind and supportive to his shidi, Sun Fuyu, who had also been picked up from the streets. Zhou Shengs bitterness towards Lin Yijun increased. He was still grateful for Lin Yijun for saving him...but why hadnt Lin Yijun been better? While Zhou Sheng found some of Wen Zhihaos actions peculiarlike selling magical items to mortals, like asking him to find someone to craft an item or talisman that would make a brush movehe was...good. Zhou Shengs estrangement from his demonic Blood Sect increased, as did his headaches. Wen Zhihao and the forest around the Golden Sun Sect had soothing auras, so Zhou Sheng spent increasing time there while perfecting his ability to hide from Lin Yijun. When Zhou Sheng had to leave, he would pick up some of the flowers in the forest that contained a little of that soothing aura. Now, Zhou Sheng watched how Wen Zhihao coaxed the demonic wolf with nothing more than a bit of qi and some meat. Cultivator Wen pulled out some blankets from a spatial device and sat down with the sleepy demonic wolf stretched over his lap. Zhou Sheng also wanted some sleep. Due to the aura-cloaking magical treasure, Zhou Sheng couldnt get the full effect of the heart-soothing aura. So he deactivated the treasure, immediately breathing in the warm qi. The demonic wolf turned its head, eyes narrowing. Wen Zhihao also turned his head. His lips curled up. Cultivator Zhou Sheng, what a coincidence! When the dog in his lap started to growl. Wen Zhihao frowned slightly, rubbing the dogs body. Sshhh, its just a new friend, he coaxed it. The demonic wolf made a sound of disagreement but ultimately decided to stay in this humans lap. With the dog calm again, Wen Zhihao looked up to where Zhou Sheng was standing. Apologies, its a bit inconvenient for me to stand up Zhou Sheng stepped forwards, out of the darkening forest. His black robes fluttered majestically as he slowly walked. Such good real-life special effects, Wen Zhihao thought. He wondered what cultivation sect had such dashing black robes with red detail. As his view of Zhou Sheng became clearer, Wen Zhihaos brows creased slightly. Zhou Shengs movements had a slightly stiff feeling, and the small amount of aura that Wen Zhihao could sense was not smooth. Maybe because Wen Zhihao had helped him before, but he suddenly felt a small sense of responsibility towards Zhou Shengs wellbeing. Cultivator Zhou, are you hangryI mean, hungry? Wen Zhihao went through one of his spatial rings and pulled out a food box. Inside, there were dumplings and steamed buns and fruit. Zhou Shengs eyes flickered over the selection of food. Dont be polite, Wen Zhihao insisted. Sit, eat. Its good for you. Zhou Sheng wavered. I Wen Zhihao smiled. So he wants to be coaxed! Come, eat. Do you want me to hand-feed you? Take the entire box, I have more. To demonstrate, Wen Zhihao took out another two boxes of food. Zhou Shengs eyes felt a bit hot. En, he finally accepted, carefully sitting down away from the demonic beasts head. Under Wen Zhihaos coaxing, he took a clean pair of chopsticks and picked up some dumplings. They were delicious. Zhou Sheng never had them back at the Golden Sun Sect. Lin Yijun strongly preferred abstaining from all foods except for spiritual spring water. But the dumplings had soft, thin skin, and the fillings filled his mouth with rich savoury flavours. I didnt know that people from the righteous sects ate such foods. Wen Zhihao laughed. Saying it like that, are you a rogue or demonic cultivator? Zhou Shengs chopsticks paused as he looked at Wen Zhihao. I am a demonic cultivator. Wen Zhihao startled. You are? Zhou Sheng: ... Zhou Sheng: .................. Wen Zhihao: Don''t know what''s up with this world, but so many children are raised badly! Sun Fuyu, Zhang Wu, Wang Li Wei, and now Zhou Sheng! Poor kids, ba. Eat, I''ll get Aunty Liu to make more food... Hm, cat-petting next... Zhou Sheng: ............................................................... 61. Food (＠￣￢￣＠) afflinghaze Zhou Shengs lips pursed slightly. ...Yes. He looked warily at Wen Zhihao but only saw confusion on his face, not condemnation. This was because Wen Zhihao was recalling all the different xianxia he had ever seen or watched. There were so many xianxia where demonic cultivators were evil, and so many xianxia were demonic cultivators were the heroes, to the point that Wen Zhihao had no idea which was what anymore. Finally, Wen Zhihao politely asked, Cultivator Zhou, please explain some more. What does demonic cultivator mean? What kind of demonic cultivator are you? Zhou Sheng put down his chopsticks. His eyes darkened. Did this Wen Zhihao want to trick him? His voice took on a mocking tone as he answered, Demonic cultivators are evil cultivators who use improper methods to gain power. Many demonic cultivators desecrate corpses, assault and slaughter innocents, and go against what is natural, against the order of the world. Wen Zhihaos eyebrows raised slightly. That sounded like anti-demonic cultivation propaganda. What kind of demonic cultivator are you? he repeated. Somehow, he didnt think that this Zhou Sheng would be one of those mass murderer type demonic cultivators. Zhou Sheng raised a hand. Beads of blood formed on his skin, sharpening into a thin blade-like slither. I am a blood cultivator. He let the blade fly. It easily sliced through the nearest tree. Now, he saw Wen Zhihao frown. As expected, all righteous cultivators hated demonic cultivators I hope you eat enough iron-rich foods to compensate for your blood loss and vitamin-C-rich foods to help absorb that iron, Wen Zhihao said, nudging the food box closer to the other. Eat. This is a meat bun. Have some fruit too, Zhou Sheng heard the words but didnt understand the tone of concern. Youyou dont hate me for being a blood cultivator? he asked, sounding lost. Using blood is disrespectful to the parents...Against the natural order... Wen Zhihaos heart softened. Poor kid. I dont hate you. Your blood is your own, made by your own body. He added sternly, If you were stealing other peoples blood, then thats a different situation. Zhou Sheng nodded, still dazed. Yes...Its different...You understand... Zhou Shengs heart was sour. Even though Wen Zhihao was clearly younger than him, Wen Zhihao felt older and more stable. Old-man-at-heart Wen Zhihao said wisely, Food nourishes the body. Zhou Sheng finally picked up his chopsticks again. With a little qi-force, he sliced the meat bun into pieces that he could pick up with his chopsticks. He was about to bite when he remembered: ...What is vitamin C? Wen Zhihao froze for a split second. Woops. He answered vaguely, Vitamin C is something found in many fruits, especially oranges. Hm. Zhou Sheng ate quietly. The food was really delicious. The bun is very soft and chewy, and the meat is flavourful and not dry at all. I have rarely tasted something so good. Did you cook this? Because of Zhou Shengs description, Wen Zhihao couldnt help but pick up a meat bun for himself too. This feast is cooked by Chef Liu Jing of the Golden Sun Sect. Zhou Sheng brows wrinkled. I used to be part of the Golden Sun Sect, but the food wasnt like this. Ah, the bland food of the Banquet Hall? En. If the food there had changed to be like this... Wen Zhihao snorted. No, its definitely still bland. This food here is specially made by the chefs at the kitchens. I really didnt want to eat plain porridge every day. As a righteous cultivator, one must achieve inedia and eat only the purest foods when necessary, Zhou Sheng said in a pompous voice. He added in a lowered tone, I used to add century eggs just to make it taste better. Wen Zhihaos lips curled up. Thats a good idea. Pity all those poor disciples forced to eat such boring things every day! Maybe thats why some of them are so irritable. Theyre hungry but the food is so off-putting. Its not even the cooks fault! Aunty Liu told me that the food is all made using recipes given to them by the sect administration! Aunty Liu and the others are good cooks, but they have to follow orders. What does your sect serve? Zhou Sheng scoffed. My sect only serves food to those who are in the top positions. The rest of us have to find our own food. Some rogue cultivators have set up restaurants near the sect just for this. Are they culinary cultivators? Wen Zhihao asked curiously. They must produce heavenly food. Zhou Sheng was a little speechless with Wen Zhihaos thought process. ...No, they are mostly weapon-type cultivators. They must defend against unruly patrons if necessary. However, I find the best chefs are mortals. There is a very good mapo tofu vendor in a town twenty li or so away from here. Wen Zhihao straightened. Really? Yes, its next to the best hand-pulled noodles that Ive tasted. Now that youve said that, you have to show me. When are you free? Although he and Sun Fuyu had visited many towns, they obviously havent tasted everything that should be tasted yet. It would be great if he could take Sun Fuyu to more delicious places. Zhou Shengs eyes darkened as a dream fragment flashed in his mind. I will be busy. Perhaps in a week''s time. I still have not been able to complete your task. Wen Zhihao shrugged. If you cant complete it, then you cant complete it. Here, have some of this watermelon. I helped grow it, and it accidentally became a spiritual fruit After Zhou Sheng finished eating a few watermelon cubes, another growling sound came from the forest. Zhou Shengs eyes contracted in wariness, his blood pumping faster as a large lion-like demonic beast burst out and ran at full speed straight at them. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened. He nudged the dog off his lap and stood up, just in time to catch the cat leaping into his arms. Hello, youre here! Wen Zhihao cooed as he petted the fluffy cat that was as tall as him. Zhou Sheng, this is one of the cats of the Golden Sun Sect. Zhou Sheng: ...Thats clearly not a cat... The demonic cats tail swung back and forth as she spread her scent over Wen Zhihao and covered up that stupid dog smell. Seeing that Zhou Sheng remained silent, Wen Zhihao put the cat down. He patted the cat when she gave a meow of dissent. Zhou Sheng, feed the cat a meat bun, he said. Stretch your legs out, dont worry, she wont bite Who knows how it happened, but a few minutes later, Zhou Sheng found himself with a large furry demonic beast on his lap, his hands hesitantly copying Wen Zhihao in petting it. - Hmpf, since you gave me food, Ill allow it, the demonic cat purred. Zhou Shengs headache seemed to have completely disappeared. His stomach was comfortably filled, mouth sweet. The demonic beast was soft and solid, anchoring him to the world. His fingers stroked over soft and smooth fur, the beast complacent and willing to be in Zhou Shengs company. Gentle warm qi permeated the air. Zhou Sheng felt his throat clog up. How long has it been since he felt like this? How long has it been since someone cared for him? Wen Zhihao sat back down, and the dog immediately crawled back onto his lap. His eyes softened at Zhou Shengs bowed head, lips curling up lazily. Cat therapy had a 100% success rate! Thanks for all the comments! It inspired the following little theatre~ Wen Zhihao''s "harem": a little theatre *David Attenberg voice* Presenter: The preferred habitat of the salted fish cultivator, also known as Wen Zhihao, is characterised by... Viewers see a large house surrounded by picturesque gardens. Various big cats are sleeping in the sun. Inside, there are floor to ceiling windows, their curtains pulled back to let in warm sunlight. Presenter: It is believed that the salted fish cultivator has many so-called partners, a harem, if you will. Let us quietly see what he and his harem are doing Viewers see piles of blankets and cushions by the window. Wen Zhihao is napping in the center, surrounded by other sleeping cultivators. Presenter: As viewers can see, the aura of the salted fish cultivator has caused all members of his harem to also nap. *Yawns* Hmm this presenter is getting sleepy too... [Later] Presenter: Due to viewer requests, this presenter has returned late at night to observe bedroom activities In the night-vision camera, viewers see.everyone sleeping together on a big bed. Presenter: A less well-known conjecture of researchers is that the salted fish cultivator does not keep a harem, but instead runs a childcareI mean cultivator-carefacility 62. The powerful magical treasure is….a what??? After an unknown time stroking the demonic cat, Zhou Sheng realised that Wen Zhihao had taken out some glowing light stones because the sky had grown dark. Regret filled Zhou Sheng. I need to leave now, he said. He couldnt bear to push away the beast in his lap, but the demonic cat stood up herself and went over and head-butted the demonic wolf. He felt a sense of loss. Reluctantly, Zhou Sheng stood up. Go safely, Wen Zhihao said, also standing up. Ill do my best to fulfil your request, Zhou Sheng said seriously. Then let me thank you ahead of time. Wen Zhihao gave Zhou Sheng the bribery talismans he had prepared a week ago, some glowing rocks since he had too many of them, and one of the boxes of food. Thank you, Zhou Sheng said sincerely. He left, walking into the forest. His black robes soon blended into the darkness. The demonic wolf wanted to follow Zhou Sheng, but she also wanted to stay with Wen Zhihao. Not knowing what to do, she spun around in circles. The demonic cat sneered inwardly at the stupid dog. Wen Zhihao turned to the cat as he drew his sword and set it to hover. Im going back to the Golden Sun Sect. Coming? Meow! The demonic cat lightly jumped onto the sword. Woof! the demonic wolf barked. She stopped spinning in circles and ran to Wen Zhihao. You want to come too? Wen Zhihao asked the dog. Woof! the demonic wolf replied affirmatively. So Wen Zhihao picked up the dog. The sword wasnt very big, but the cat was able to balance at the front of the sword while Wen Zhihao stood at the back carrying the dog. He took them to the demonic beast enclosures. The cat knew what to do. After rubbing against Wen Zhihao one more time, she opened the gate with one paw, went inside, and closed the gate again. The array that was meant to keep demonic beasts from opening the gate settled back into place. - Meeeowwrr, youre finally back! What prey did you catch? - Hehehehe, guess who I found instead.our human! Oh, and a blood cultivator human - Tell us more! The other demonic cats gathered around, enviously listening to the first cats evening spent in their humans aura. Meanwhile, Wen Zhihao went to find Huang Jialing, knocking on the door of her personal residence. Huang Jialing opened the door, dressed in casual white robes. Her eyes flickered. Wasnt this the tracking specialist demonic wolf that Lin Yijun contracted? Wen Zhihao smiled politely, none the wiser. Sorry to bother senior Huang. Senior, can you take care of this dog? Huang Jialing was very conflicted. She wasnt the handling cultivator, and this wolf should still be working. But if the wolf remained in Wen Zhihaos presence too long, she estimated that the wolf would become entirely docile, and then how would they explain to the handler? ...Yes, she finally said. You can leave her here with me. Wen Zhihao went to put the dog down. The dog whined, nudging against Wen Zhihaos legs. Go to Senior Huang. Ill be back tomorrow, Wen Zhihao coaxed, petting the dog. Be obedient and listen to Cultivator Huang. Finally, she moved away from Wen Zhihaos side when Huang Jialing pulled out an enticing qi-heavy treat that she couldnt quite resist. Rrrr. the demonic wolf reluctantly agreed. Anyway, she had accepted food from Huang Jialing so she felt obliged. With that responsibility delegated to someone else, Wen Zhihao thanked Huang Jialing again. He returned to his room and went to sleep. The next day, Aunty Liu Jing had a moment of speechlessness when Wen Zhihao said he had gone through two and a half food boxes already. I shared it with someone who needed your delicious and fragrant cooking. But maybe I can help cook, Wen Zhihao mused out loud. Cooking should be able to increase cultivation. If cooking was cultivating, all of us would be cultivators, Liu Jing replied drily. Wen Zhihao pursed his lips in thought. Why werent they all cultivators? What makes someone a cultivator and someone a mortal? Was it luck? Genetics? Environment? Interference from the heavens? Were there small minor levels before the first Early Stage Qi Refining? What did cultivation even mean? What was the nature of qi? Old Tang interrupted his musings. Youll have to work extra hard today without Xiao Fuyu around! he joked. Wen Zhihaos complicated philosophical thoughts dissipated, as his lips curled up in amusement. En. Aunty Liu Aiya, go, and therell be food when you come back, Liu Jing motioned him towards Old Tang. Important food supplies secured, Wen Zhihao went with Old Tang to the farms as usual. After breakfast, he went to the demonic beasts enclosure, in time to see Huang Jialing taking the dog out. The dog immediately ran to Wen Zhihaos side. See, I said Ill come back, Wen Zhihao said, bending down to pet the dog. He gave it some meat to eat. Annoyed cat eyes stared through the enclosure lattice fence. If it werent for Huang Jialing standing there, they would have broken out! She doesnt have time to play, shes on a job, Huang Jialing said. Wen Zhihao straightened. Working? On what? Shes a tracking demonic wolf, tasked with finding something, Huang Jialing said. The wolf (?) barked at Huang Jialing. Huang Jialing frowned. Wen Zhihao was the person you were meant to find? Wolf-ruff-ruff! This human and other human yesterday, both of them have the scent! Already found! Other human? Disciple Wen, did you meet anyone yesterday? Wen Zhihao hesitated. But the wolf had already let the cat out of the bag. Yes, he finally said. I met another friendly cultivator. We shared a meal. Huang Jialing stared at Wen Zhihao, resisting the urge to facepalm. You shared a meal with the target? A demonic cultivator? How are you still alive? Wen Zhihao smiled politely. Senior Huang, Fellow Cultivator Zhou is a good, polite young man. Huang Jialings eyes widened. You.cultivator Zhou? Zhou Sheng? Her mind raced. She had thought that Lin Yijun wanted to track down some notorious evil demonic cultivator, but it turned out to be Zhou Sheng? Yes. Oh yes, he said that he used to be part of the sect, Wen Zhihao suddenly remembered. Did you know him? ...I knew of him, Huang Jialing reluctantly said. She turned to the wolf. Your job was not only to track but also retrieve the target. The demonic wolf whined. So youre not getting out of work just yet, Huang Jialing added. Disciple Wen, have a good day. Have a good day, Senior Huang. Huang Jialing grabbed the wolf by the neck like a misbehaving cub and carried the wolf away from Wen Zhihao and to the forest. Wen Zhihao was left behind, thinking. Why did Zhou Sheng leave the Golden Sun Sect? He must have a complicated history. Is he the protagonist rather than Lin Yijun? If I had to vote, I would vote for Zhou Sheng, ba! Bam! Paws thudded against the enclosure fencing. Grr! Stop standing there catching butterflies in your head! Wen Zhihao grinned sheepishly. Sorry, let me give the kittens breakfast, okay? Meanwhile... Last night, the group of Golden Sun Sect disciples had encountered their first group of resentful ghosts. Although ghosts had no corporal bodies, they still existed and were affected by qi. But instead of the violent battle they had anticipated, all of the weaker ghosts became dazed upon approaching them, and they only needed to subdue the stronger ones. One of the senior disciples was then able to slowly clear the resentment of some of the ghosts and send them either to the reincarnation cycle or to punishment. When Sun Fuyu, as one of the most junior disciples, was sent away on an errand, the remaining ghosts immediately became more agitated. Sharp-eyed Hu Jingyan immediately realised that her cute shidi must be carrying a magical treasure. Sun-shidi, where did you get such a powerful ghost-subduing magical treasure? Hu Jingyan asked. Upon her question, many other cultivators looked to Sun Fuyu. Hu-shijie, I have no ghost-subduing treasure, Sun Fuyu replied seriously. Magical treasures were expensive, and he was currently in the process of saving up for something else more important! Why would he get a costly ghost-subduing treasure? Hu Jingyan said thoughtfully, If not a ghost-subduing treasure, then something elseA heart-soothing treasure? Sun Fuyus eyes flickered. He slowly took a smooth blueish stone from his sleeve pocket. I only have my ges rock. It helps me sleep. What is this aura? one of the cultivators exclaimed after they probed the stone. Who made this? Such a powerful magical treasure! This is amazing! The cultivators around them looked at the rock in disbelief. A rock. Not even a jewel. It wasnt even symmetrical! How could this be a powerful magical treasure??!! Thank you to one of the commenters who made me realise that Wen Zhihao and his stones that Sun Fuyu carries around should also affect other creatures and beings too ? Aiya, its adding scenes like these that keep extending the chapter count ?? I have my outline with the plot! But fluff keeps wanting to happen instead! ?? 63. I wonder why… afflinghaze Youve been using a heart-soothing treasure to simply help you sleep? a cultivator said sourly. What a waste! Sun Fuyu frowned and retorted, This is a gift from my Wen-ge, and he said its to help me sleep. It can also glow. I can use it how I want. But for the other cultivator who said that it was amazing, a senior surnamed Cheng, Sun Fuyu reluctantly took out an older stone that was now low on Wen-ges qi. Senior Cheng, you can borrow this for a day. The amazing aura is from my Wen-ge! Sun Fuyu said, chin raised slightly in pride. Hu Jingyans puzzlement immediately disappeared. Your Wen-ge, of course! Thats why it felt familiar! After all, Wen Zhihao had moved into Liu Zhongmins accommodation quarters, where Hu Jingyan also had her rooms. The other cultivator, senior Cheng, accepted the old qi-infused stone from Sun Fuyu and gasped. Amazing! This kind of aura really does make you want to sleep! Its estimated that the resentful ghosts became sleepy! Sun-shidi, your Wen-ge must be a master crafting cultivator! One of the Nascent Soul cultivators, who had been dealing with the more powerful resentful ghosts, came over. Little Disciple Sun, is that odd disciple of Elder Liu your ge? she asked casually. Sun Fuyu felt a little unhappy at this seniors words, but he had to hold his grievances in. My ge is Wen Zhihao, he is a disciple of Elder Liu. He is a talisman cultivator and hes very smart in a lot of other things too. Senior Cheng rolled their eyes at the Nascent Soul cultivator. Youre giving the rest of the sword cultivators a bad name. Recognise innovation and intelligence! Its not oddity, its genius! Sun-shidi, can you sell this treasure to me? Seeing Sun Fuyus conflicted expression, they tried, No, how about this, will this Cultivator Wen sell me a few when we return to the sect? No, no, not a few, even just one! I will pay a hundred mid-grade spiritual stones! Lin Yijun snorted. He had walked over to see what all the commotion was about. Cultivator Wen sells those things for 1 wen in the mortal towns, he said coolly. If youre all so free, go and deal with five more resentful ghosts before night falls. Is that true? Senior Cheng asked Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu reluctantly nodded. Yes. But the ones that my ge gives me are the best! Senior Cheng pursed their lips in thought. Interesting! One wen, this is the mortal currency? How much is one wen worth? Stop chatting and get to work, Lin Yijun interrupted. If not, your share of the mission reward will be reduced. Senior Cheng waved a dismissive hand. Fellow Disciple Lin, we are talking about important magical treasures! But when they turned back to their conversation partner...gone! Sun Fuyu had no intention of getting his reward share reduced, so he had quickly dashed over to where all the resentful ghosts were being held. Senior Cheng could only go into a corner and quickly study the stone that had been loaned to them. The resentful ghosts in the area had been almost entirely caught and were held in separate magical cells set up by one of the senior array masters. The kindly old-looking Nascent Soul cultivator saw Sun Fuyus approach. Little Cultivator Sun wants to help? the Nascent Soul cultivator asked. Letting you deal with this ghost. The cultivator pointed out the lowest level resentful ghost and handed Sun Fuyu the little talisman that controlled the ghosts confinement array. Sun Fuyu nodded seriously. With the talisman and the aura from Sun Fuyus stone, the distorted-looking resentful ghost was docile. He took out some food and magically burned it so that the little ghost could easily eat it. ...For me? came the ghosts scratchy whispering voice. En. Please eat, senior ghost, Sun Fuyu said. The ghost put a ghostly meat bun into its mouth. As it bit down, tears suddenly welled in its eyes. Ah-ah, I was human once! Do you have any grievances? Sun Fuyu asked directly. Somehow, the little ghost couldnt hold back, unloading all its grievances to Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu helped it on some reasonable matters and the ghost finally was able to let go of its resentment and leave. The moment Sun Fuyu was finished with one ghost, he quickly volunteered to deal with another. The faster it was done, the faster he could receive his reward and see his ge again! In fact, the fastest way to deal with resentful ghosts was to kill them. Many demonic cultivators also liked to take them under their control. However, in recent decades, the practices of the temple sects had spread, advocating for more peaceful methods, which drastically increased the time it took to deal with them. It was widely believed that doing this would reduce the severity of ones future heavenly tribulations. Of course, some ghosts, especially the ferocious and murderous ones would not agree to leave the world and could only be slain. Lin Yijuns stomach rolled in an unfamiliar feeling of tension. It would soon be time for that event. He had wanted to stay in that area ahead of time to catch Zhou Sheng, who he still hadnt been able to find. In desperation, he had even contracted an animal tamer cultivator with a demonic wolf to help search. However, he didnt expect this big invasion of ghosts to occur right now. In his last life, it had occurred a year later, wreaking havoc on the mortal towns and forcing multiple righteous sects to join hands to deal with them. Later, Lin Yijun had realised that the ghost invasion had been a precursor to the warthe ghosts were to weaken the righteous forces before the demonic cultivators descended. Because of this, the moment Lin Yijun had heard the very first report about the ghosts, he had immediately gotten the mission severity level upgraded and took the task to deal with them as swiftly as possiblebefore the ghosts could consume mortal souls and grow stronger. Lin Yijun wanted to slay all these ghosts and be done with it, but he still remembered his death. He couldnt make his future lightning tribulation worse. His jaw tightened. This wouldnt be a problem if they hadnt come earlier! Why had they? A few days ago, in one of the demonic sects: That Lin Yijun snuck into your sect too?! That Lin Yijun! Thought he wouldnt be found out? Sneaking into our sects, that bastard! Hmpf! He clearly has bad intentions! Well, if he wants to fight, then lets fight! Send in the cannon fodder ghosts! Speaking of dealing with ghosts, Ghosts Know What I Experienced is a good danmei! I do love OP main characters... Also, I feel like Lin Yijun has become this author''s cannon fodder even though he was supposed to be a traditional protagonist ? 64. Scattering dog food afflinghaze A few days later, the ghosts had all been dealt with. When Sun Fuyu and the others returned to the sect, Lin Yijun led them to the Missions Hall to distribute the rewards. That Lin Yijun seemed to be in a hurry was perfect for Sun Fuyu. The moment Sun Fuyu received his reward, he farewelled the seniors and raced to Wen-ges room. Standing outside the door, Sun Fuyu patted down his robes, fixed his hair, and took a deep breath. He knocked on the door. The door opened, revealing a Wen Zhihao blinking away sleepiness. Im not late, am I, Wen-ge? Sun Fuyu asked. Wen Zhihao reached out and rubbed Sun Fuyus head. Not at all. You must have worked hard on your mission. Yes, Im now Mid-Stage Golden Core! Very good, Wen Zhihao praised, his head-rubbing becoming more vigorous. Why dont you take a rest first? Mmm, I want to spend time with Wen-ge, Sun Fuyu said, shyly pulling at Wen-ges sleeve. Go for dinner with Wen-ge. If Xiao Yu wants to, then lets go. Its a nice clear night, shall we go to one of the towns by the sea? Listen to ge. Wen Zhihao couldnt help but reach out and hug Sun Fuyu, and kiss him on both cheeks. Who made Sun Fuyu so cute, hm? Who??? Sun Fuyus cheeks reddened. He pressed the side of his face against Wen-ges shoulder. When Wen-ge let go, Sun Fuyu darted forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. Lets go then, Wen Zhihao said, grinning. He held Sun Fuyus hand, locked the door behind him, and led Sun Fuyu out of the building. It had been a little tricky at first, but now Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu had figured out how to fly with their swords side by side, close enough to hold hands. Any single cultivators with the misfortune to look up to see them flying were forcefully fed dog food. Lin Yijun exhaled heavily. Once the last of the mission rewards were distributed, he flew to the area where the animal tamer cultivators stayed. The animal tamer cultivator Tan Yang was waiting for him in one of the courtyards. Tan Yang was a tall and broad man, making the demonic wolf at his feet look like an ordinary dog. There was no one else in the courtyard. Greetings, Cultivator Tan, Lin Yijun said once he landed. Tan Yang replied, Cultivator Lin, greetings. Lin Yijun glanced at the wolf. Forgive my hurry. Was it successful? Tan Yang bowed his head slightly. Forgive me, Cultivator Lin. My beast was able to find the person you were looking for. However, she was distracted by another cultivator with a particularly peaceful aura and traces of the same scent, and so did not catch the person you wanted. Lin Yijun''s stomach rolled with anxiety. Who? Was it A sudden thought struck him. Was it a cultivator named Wen Zhihao? Tan Yang glanced at the demonic wolf, who was moping at his feet. My beast mentioned that the human had been called Wen by others. Thank you for your hard work. Here is the rest of the payment. Lin Yijun handed the 50 high-grade spiritual stones over like they were nothing. After bland well-wishes and farewells, Lin Yijun turned away and stalked out, his eyes darkening. That Wen Zhihao! He had the scent of Zhou Sheng...that meant Wen Zhihao had met with Zhou Sheng. Wen Zhihao had lied to him! Curse him! Lin Yijun spread his qi out across the entire sect, but he was only able to find lingering traces of Wen Zhihao around his frequented spots. Wen Zhihao was no longer in the sect. At this time? When that will soon happen? Time was tight. Lin Yijun returned to his room, gathered up multiple magical treasures, and left the sect. Not long after Lin Yijun left the sect, Senior Cultivator Cheng Yahui finally arrived at the accommodation for Liu Zhongmins direct disciples. They had originally gone to the accommodation for Elder Lius direct disciples, only to be told that Disciple Wen was not staying there. Oh, hello again, Senior Cheng, Hu Jingyan said. Cultivator Hu, Cheng Yahui greeted. Im looking for Disciple Wen. Hu Jingyan smiled apologetically. Both he and disciple Sun have left already. As I understand it, today is their weekly dinner date. And thus Cheng Yahui unexpectedly ate dog food on top of their disappointment caused by missing Wen Zhihao. They wanted to cry in frustration. They wanted to buy a heart-soothing stone from Wen Zhihao as soon as possible!! Oh, why hadnt they asked Sun Fuyu earlier about Wen Zhihaos location? Hu Jingyan tactfully ignored Cheng Yahuis crestfallen expression and went off to train. With the warm mild night, clear night sky, the mortal town by the sea that Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu chose was bustling with people. Wen Zhihao decided to buy various street food dishes first, and then he and Sun Fuyu headed to the beach for a more quiet, private place to eat. Sun Fuyu swung their hands back and forth as they walked, his heart warm. So the stones that his ge had been giving him were all heart-soothing treasures? They were even more precious than Sun Fuyu had realised! His Wen-ge had given him so many stones over the last year. His Wen-ge must have also liked him for a long time too. Thinking about it made Sun Fuyu even happier! An uncontrollable smile grew on his lips. Sun Fuyu peeked at his Wen-ge and then looked away again. Like! So much! That looks like a good spot, Wen Zhihao said, pointing to a dark green cliff jutting out from the land. While he liked sand, he didnt want to eat sitting on the sand. En! The two of them strolled over. As they came closer, the wind changed direction. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu both frowned. They could hear...crying? They looked at each other. Theres more than one child crying, Sun Fuyu said carefully. Suddenly, there were multiple low reprimands and the crying was stifled and muffled, as though someone was stuffed in the mouth of the crying children. Go? Sun Fuyu asked. Go. The two of them both took out their swords and flew towards the soundsa dark cave under the cliff. Before they could reach the cave though, an angry aura choked the air. A dark-robed person appeared at the mouth of the cave. The men in the caves gasped, crumpling to the ground as something heavy seemed to push down on them. You fucking bastard scum! For your crimes, only death awaits A metal blade appeared in the darkness. Zhou Sheng? Oh yes, finally gave Senior Cheng a given name, Yahui. Cheng Yahui takes they/them pronouns. At least theyre named, unlike that nameless genderless/agender Elder XD Now, why is there a cliffhanger here? Because Ive been a bit busy lately so its easier for me to write 1k chapters like this ?? 65. *Now* can I kill them? afflinghaze Zhou Sheng? It was a familiar voice, accompanied by a familiar aura. Zhou Shengs blade stilled. He shot disdainful looks at the scum men, still grovelling at his feet under the pressure of his qi, and turned around to see Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu flying towards him. Cultivator Wen, Cultivator Sun, Zhou Sheng greeted shortly. Now is not a good time. It was only out of respect to Wen Zhihao that Zhou Sheng had stopped at all. If it had Lin Yijun, for example, Zhou Sheng would have completely ignored him. We heard the crying and came to investigate, Wen Zhihao said. Sun Fuyu, seeing the unfamiliar person who knew their names, shifted closer to Wen-ges side, ready to protect him if the need arose. The moment the two of them landed at the mouth of the cave, they saw everything. The mortal men had doused all lights for secrecy, but the two of them were Golden Core cultivators. Nonetheless, Wen Zhihao took out a glowing rock. Light swept through the damp cave, revealing the miserable men and the even more miserable children. Tears dripped down the childrens faces as they turned desperate faces towards the newcomers, hoping... Wen Zhihao stepped forward, but his way was blocked by Zhou Sheng and his bladed polearm. Wen Zhihao, these are my kills, Zhou Sheng said coldly. His aura was sharp and abrasive. Slavers deserve no mercy. None of them are worthy of reincarnation. I will kill them all and destroy their ghosts. Their blood will be used to destroy all that they have stolen. Wen Zhihao wisely kept his hands to himself. Zhou Sheng, that could traumatise the children. Tie those men up and let me untie the children. Zhou Shengs lips curled up in a sneer, a deep bitterness in his tone. I saw my slavers die in front of me. We need revenge, Wen Zhihao. For a gentleman to take revenge, ten years is not too long, Wen Zhihao quoted. His voice softened. At this time, the top priority is the children, not the scum. Do you agree? I have food and water and talismans to warm them up. Zhou Shengs chest tightened as his bloodlust wavered. Ill help Wen-ge, Sun Fuyu said firmly. He held his sword and looked pointedly at the Blood Sect Cultivator. Those men cant escape anyway. Dont stop us. Tie them up. You dont have to be kind, Wen Zhihao added. Why should I listen to a Golden Core cultivator? Zhou Sheng thought. But his body was too accustomed to Wen Zhihaos aura and didnt guard against it. As the calm aura smoothed his harsh edges, he couldnt maintain the cold-bloodedness needed to destroy those men. Fine.later then. Zhou Sheng wielded his Nascent-Soul level aura to form a physical pressure that swept all the bastards to the side. Ultrafine threads made of his blood wrapped around the men. The men hissed in pain when that burning hot blood touched their skin. Meanwhile, Sun Fuyu moved his sword, slicing arcs through the air. With perfect accuracy and all at once, the ropes tying up the children fell apart. He had to remove the gags by hand though. Strained whimpering filled the cave. I want my mama Well take you back to your mother, Sun Fuyu said seriously. Meanwhile, Wen Zhihao was pulling out things from his spatial rings: talismans to warm the area, more glowing stones to increase the lighting, all his bedding and blankets for the children to have somewhere soft to sit on, and all the food and water he had, including the provisions from Aunty Liu and the food he had just bought with Sun Fuyu. The childrens eyes grew wide as Wen Zhihao seemed to take out a bottomless-pit-worth of items. Their fear was momentarily overshadowed with incredulity. Wen-ge, I have some healing pills, but they arent suitable for mortals Sun Fuyu said as he urged/carried the children to sit on the blankets instead of the cold and hard cave floor. I have rudimentary healing knowledge, Zhou Sheng said. Sun Fuyu glanced at Wen Zhihao for confirmation. Wen Zhihao nodded. After Zhou Sheng tended their minor wounds, and after they ate, the children very quickly fell asleep. Wen Zhihao thought with commiseration, After such an exhausting day, I would fall asleep too. Zhou Sheng thought with wryness, Wen Zhihaos aura is really too strong for these children. Zhou Sheng turned to the men currently pressured by his qi. Because his own qi was thick and heavy around them, none of them received any of the calming qi from Wen Zhihao. More than one of the trash had pissed, producing a disgusting smell. Zhou Shengs expression darkened once more. Now that the children are asleep, its time to kill them. Wait, Wen Zhihao said. He set up a talisman that reduced the sound around the children so that they wouldn''t accidentally overhear. Sun Fuyu looked at Wen-ge. He agreed with the Blood Cultivator. Like murderous resentful ghosts, these kinds of people could only be slain. Wen-ge...We have to. If we dont do it, who will? If you dont want us to kill them with our blades, we can just throw them off the cliff, and let the heavens decide their fate. Wen Zhihao shook his head. A part of himthat clearly didnt understand the solemnity of the situationsuddenly felt that Sun Fuyu was very cute in how earnest he was. But this wasnt a game or a novel (probably). Those enslavers were not NPCs or paper characters (probably). He had to carefully word what he said next, which was the hardest thing he had ever done. Death is too easy. Their pain will end, he finally said. There, that should appeal to Sun Fuyu and Zhou Sheng. Zhou Sheng raised an eyebrow, smirking. Then Ill just torture them first. These bastards tortured other people, its only fair. Its not just that, Wen Zhihao said. We should keep them alive. Human traffickers dont work alone. We need them alive so that we can find who theyve dealt with. Who is buying these children. Where these particular children came from. What happened to all the previous trafficked persons and save them too. There are ways to use their blood to trace down where theyve been, Zhou Sheng said. Sun Fuyus eyes widened. Wen-ge is right. If we can use them... Zhou Shengs expression lightened a fraction. Then I can kill them? Wen Zhihao shook his head. Then we tie them up in public and let people throw rotten things at them. Let all of them be publicly humiliated. Sun Fuyu couldnt help but remember Wen-ges old suggestions for dealing with his parents. His gaze towards Wen Zhihao turned fond. Then I can kill them? Wen Zhihao shook his head. Then we find a way to let them experience the memories of the children in order to let them experience what it was like. Make them work and pay back for all the pain and suffering theyve caused, such as using their money to better the lives of those they hurt. Its called community service. Prolonging their suffering, making them pay amends Zhou Sheng looked at Wen Zhihao in a new light, his lips curling up slightly. It would be more merciful to kill them. Ill consider your plan. Wen Zhihao, you should become a rogue cultivator. According to the customs of the Golden Sun Sect, you should either be killing these people, taking them to the mortal authorities, or leaving them alone. Wen Zhihao: .... He had no intention of leaving the peaceful life as a Golden Sun Sect disciple and becoming self-employed. ...Well, at least Zhou Sheng agreed not to kill them ZHOU SHENG! STOP! DONT MURDER THEM! In a flash of golden robes with special white-gold patterns, the top disciple of the Golden Sun Sect Lin Yijun landed at the mouth of the cave. In a split second, he had seen the bladed polearm in Zhou Shengs hands and the mortals tied up in blood-red threads. He rushed towards Zhou Sheng, ready to stop him. Zhou Sheng Lin Yijuns voice strangled to a stop when he noticed the unexpected atmosphere. Why were the mortals tied up? Why were there children asleep on Golden Sun Sect bedding? And why was the junior disciple Sun Fuyu looking at him with pity? This chapter has been quite difficult to write, just as how Wen Zhihao had to do the most difficult thing since transmigrating here: how to convince the sharp-weapon-equipped cultivators not to kill ? Crime and punishment and rehabilitation and repayment and all that are such heavy topics, and Im sure every reader has their preferences for what should be done..???? Moving is now finally done, now to catch up on all the work that was delayed ??? ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy this mini cliffhanger again! 66. Who invited you? After leaving the Golden Sun Sect, Lin Yijun had gone to where killings had started in his last life, in a mortal seaside town. As he crouched on the rooftop overlooking a dark street, he ruminated about what had happened in the past life. In his past life, he had been here on another matter when a burst of resentful ghost qi had shot up into the air. The kind that happened when multiple people were murdered ruthlessly at the same time. Lin Yijun had immediately headed to the source, suspecting the work of a demonic cultivator or ferocious ghost. Instead, he found Zhou Sheng enshrouded in a haze of blood lust and using the mortals blood in a demonic ritual. Lin Yijun had been only able to disrupt part of it, while the rest of the blood blades shot out, twisting and turning through the streets before striking down dozens of people. The deaths filled the mortal town with negative qi and destructive ghosts. Zhou Sheng, why They all deserve to die! Youve killed people too! I kill those who deserve to die. I dont commit serial murders of mortals! Zhou Sheng, why did you use a demonic technique? You Zhou Sheng had laughed hollowly. You dont believe me at all. Well, Lin Yijun, Im a Blood Sect cultivator now. Isnt it obvious? And while Lin Yijun had a moment of shock, Zhou Sheng had escaped. Why hadnt Zhou Sheng gone to another sect? Or become, at worse, a rogue cultivator? But instead, he had murdered mortals and used their blood for a ritual. Instead, he had turned to demonic cultivation and that was inexcusable. There was no way to save him, ultimately culminating in them becoming enemies. But in this second chance at life, Lin Yijun wanted to try. He wanted Zhou Sheng back. Out of all the people in the Sect, Zhou Sheng had been the one Lin Yijun liked most, the one who didnt annoy him, at least in the beginning. He didnt want to face him on the battlefield a second time. Lin Yijuns focus returned to the present. He tensed slightly when a group of roughly dressed men hurried through the dark street, but none of them were the to-be-murdered men, and none of them were Zhou Sheng. Frowning, Lin Yijun spread his awareness. They should be approaching Lin Yijun''s eyes narrowed. He sensed Wen Zhihaos aura nearby. Wen Zhihao, who had lied to him. Lin Yijun still didnt know how, given the magical treasure preventing lies. But there was something undeniably off about Wen Zhihao. It made a certain amount of sense that Wen Zhihao would affect this major incident, just as he affected Disciple Sun Fuyus fated qi deviation. What if Wen Zhihao had moved to intercept the victims ahead of time? Lin Yijuns eyes narrowed. He leapt off the roof, feet landing smoothly on his sword. A sonic boom frightened mortals as he rushed over the mortal town to a dark cliff. ZHOU SHENG! STOP! DONT MURDER THEM! The cave, Wen Zhihao, Sun Fuyu, Zhou Sheng, mortals tied up in blood-red threads Disciple Sun Fuyu gave him a look of pity, though his face became polite again as he spoke, Good evening to Senior Lin. We Why are you here? Zhou Sheng interrupted, his lips curled up into a sneer. Lin Yijun ignored Disciple Sun and stepped closer to Zhou Sheng. What happened to you, Zhou Sheng? Why? I took you back to the Golden Sun Sect and you repay me like this? Zhou Shengs sneer became more pronounced. Im a Blood Cultivator. An evil demonic cultivator. What are you going to do about it? Look at me. Ive now become a Nascent Soul cultivator, just like you. I told you that the Golden Suns style was not suitable for me. Lin Yijun grew cold. Come back to the Sect with me. Well find a way to cleanse you. I will allow you to become a Golden Sun Sect disciple again. No. No? Dont be disobedient, Zhou Sheng! Zhou Sheng raised his polearm. Lin Yijun raised his sword. Their long black hair and robes fluttered as qi rushed around both of them, clashing violently. Wen Zhihaos forehead wrinkled as he shuffled back. The energy was very uncomfortable, and it might destroy the sound isolation talisman and wake up the children. He sighed as the two of them immaturely postured at each other. Neither of them made a move in favour of staring at each other with narrowed eyes. If their stares had been filled with pink bubbles instead of tension, Wen Zhihaos life would be much easier. Zhou Sheng, Senior Lin, do you two know each other? he asked in a calming tone. Zhou Sheng gave a short, cold laugh. Oh, we used to be friends. I trusted him...but he didnt trust me. Youre the one who left the Sect! Youre the one who succumbed to the dark side! Maybe I was right not to trust you! Lin Yijuns face became thunderous. Demonic cultivators are the bane of the earth and heavens! The law is made to be followed, yet that rabble would rather be selfish and cruel. How could you join them, Zhou Sheng? Youre the one who is selfish and cruel! You killed those people when I told you not to! You think everyone should be like you, that if someone cant use a sword like you, theyre useless! What are you talking about? You were clearly suited for sword cultivation! You were so close to advancing to Golden Core but then you entangled yourself up with useless thoughts! Why are you still weak-willed?! Useless? Hah! Youre so privileged, so lucky, Senior Lin! I worked and trained and cultivated! I dont take shortcuts, unlike what you clearly have done! Wen Zhihaos mouth turned into a thin annoyed line, and his sigh became heavier. Youre both going to qi deviate at this point! Of course not! Lin Yijun snapped at him. He sensed Wen Zhihaos aura trying to interfere with his own. He flung one imperious sleeve, pushing the interruptive qi back. Sun Fuyu stepped in front of his Wen-ge, glaring at Lin Yijun. Now, he didnt disguise his look of pity and disgust. What senior? He didnt deserve respect for shouting at Wen-ge like that! Senior Lin, you seem to be mistaken. Of course, were not going to kill them. They will be doing community service. They kidnapped those children. Theyre slave traders. Did you want to save them? Are you a slave trader too, Senior Lin? Are you working with them? Derision dripped from Sun Fuyus voice. Lin Yijun suddenly felt as if the world had tilted wrong. Of course not! he blustered. You were about to murder them and use their blood, werent you, Zhou Sheng?! Even if theyre slave traders, that doesnt excuse you from using the demonic arts! Zhou Shengs lips pressed into a thin line. Anger and frustration bubbled in his stomach. Lin Yijun never listened to him. It was always him listening to Lin Yijun. That wasnt friendship. That was Zhou Sheng being a servant, a slave, a dog. He could say a thousand words of excuses, but Lin Yijun wouldnt care for a single one, because Lin Yijun was always right. It was because Zhou Sheng had been a slave. He had mistaken the scraps of attention from Lin Yijun as the famed friendship. But in reality, Zhou Sheng still had no one. Senior Lin, you seem to be very mistaken. Zhou Sheng is a nice young man. Wen Zhihao folded his arms in disapproval. Politely asking for Senior Lin to think. Your sword can murder and take a life without consent just as well as blood cultivation. But Senior Lin, you do not have authority over Zhou Shengs body nor his blood. He may use blood cultivation, but does blood not run in your veins? You need that blood to help you move, to have you cultivate your sword. In a way, you also blood cultivate, Senior Lin. Zhou Sheng swallowed heavily, eyes turning a little sour towards Wen Zhihao. Lin Yijun clenched his fist. Its not the same! Sun Fuyu scoffed. Wen-ge was right, and Senior Lin was wrong! Senior Lin, we are dealing satisfactorily with this matter. We do not need your help, Sun Fuyu said. Im sure Senior Lin is busy with Sect matters, especially after our mission. Senior Lin does not need to worry. Lin Yijun could see the out that Disciple Sun was hinting out, but his face had still been lost in front of three people who were all weaker than him. Tch. If that is the case, forgive me for caring! Go down the demonic path, if you wish! He turned to Zhou Sheng. Im disappointed in you, Zhou Sheng. But Ill give you one last chance to come back with me. Zhou Shengs eyes were deep and dark. And Im disappointed in myself for not realising that you never considered me your friend at all. Go away, Lin Yijun. An inexplicable pain filled Lin Yijuns chest. He ignored it in favour of scowling at them. Ill see you two back at the Sect later, he said coldly. With that, Lin Yijun stepped on his sword and flew away. *wipes off sweat* I thought the last chapter was hard to write, but this was also really hard! Wen Zhihao: Aiya, why is the relationship between Zhou Sheng and Senior Lin filled with so much dog blood? Poor protagonists, ba. Im glad I dont have any misunderstandings with Sun Fuyu, we started dating so smoothly. Sun Fuyu: *thinking* Wen-ge and I sleep together...were basically married now! Readers: Heheheh. No misunderstandings, sure 67. Father material Zhou Sheng watched until he couldnt see Lin Yijun any longer. I have made your lives at the Sect harder, Zhou Sheng said somberly without turning around. Huh? I doubt it, Wen Zhihao said. If Lin Yijun did make his life harderwell, that was a problem for Future!Wen Zhihao. As for right now We should carry the children to a more suitable place. You two do that, Zhou Sheng said. Ill track down the other scum. Dont forget to eat some iron-rich vegetables or meat to replenish your blood. Zhou Shengs lips twitched slightly as a small warmth grew in his chest. Understood. Cr-clunk, cr-clunk. A wooden cart rolled onto the clifftop above them. A mortal walked down the footpath down the cliffside to the cave. Pst! Were here, lets go! The auction will begin soon The mortal froze when he saw the three cultivators. Zhou Shengs eyes darkened as he smiled. First scum. They have a cart, too, Sun Fuyu said. We can have the children ride in that. Then what about those men Wen Zhihao started. Zhou Sheng flexed his Nascent Soul abilities by transforming the ultra-thin blood ropes into a huge net that surrounded this particular group of enslavers and dragged the entire group behind him. The new mortal was thrown into the net with the others. Ill leave the cart for you, Zhou Sheng said. His eyes softened towards Wen Zhihao. I wont kill them. Yet. Wen Zhihaos lips twitched. This kid! With that, the black-and-red robed cultivator with his hanging net of criminals flew off into the dark night. There was the faint sound of screams as he captured the other mortals waiting at the clifftop. Wen Zhihao turned to Sun Fuyu. Xiao Yu, it seems that well have to delay our date and buy more food. Sun Fuyu rubbed his shoulder against Wen-ges. I like helping Wen-ge. Wen Zhihao smiled warmly. Thank you, Xiao Yu. Lets go wake them up. But for some reason, Wen Zhihaos wake-up calls didnt work. Are they really that tired? he muttered. Sun Fuyu giggled. Wen-ge was so funny! What are you talking about, Wen-ge? Isnt your qi making them sleepy? Wen Zhihao: Hah??? My qi? Makes them sleepy? But he wasnt doing anything special with his qi and he didnt have any calming stones out! Maybe the spatial rings werent able to fully contain the calming aura from the stones? And these children were very young, after all, being calm was a tiny step away from falling asleep. We can carry them, Sun Fuyu suggested. He didnt want Wen-ge to hide his aura, so they could only do this. Okay, listen to Xiao Yu, Wen Zhihao said. Sun Fuyus eyes curved. Mn! Together, they carried out the children and placed them on the ox cart waiting for them on the clifftop. Sun Fuyu smartly drove the ox cart back towards town, and Sun Fuyu found an entire courtyard house for them all. Wen Zhihao didnt want to split the children up into the different bedrooms, thinking that they would be afraid upon waking up in an unfamiliar place on their own. In the end, he moved the dozen or so children into the largest room in the house and laid down all his bedding and the houses bedding. Finally, Wen Zhihao was able to lie down with Sun Fuyu. Around them, small children slept. Xiao Yu is so smart for finding this place, Wen Zhihao said quietly. This is one of the houses owned by the Golden Sun Sect, it makes it easier when we have to go out for long missions, Sun Fuyu admitted. Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus head. Xiao Yu is so diligent in completing missions. Mn. Sun Fuyu snuggled into Wen-ges chest. I wont let Senior Lin do anything bad to you. Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyus back. Relying on Xiao Yu then, he said warmly. Hugging Sun Fuyu in his arms, it didnt take long for him to fall asleep. Sun Fuyu took a little longer to sleep. Wen-ge said he was relying on him, so Sun Fuyu had to think about what to do if Senior Lin reported them to the Elders. Shifu Liu Zhongmin liked him, and Elder Liu Ru should be on their side. With them, even Senior Lin would have to bow in defeat! And in the worst case...in the worst case, theyll become such amazing rogue cultivators together that the Golden Sun Sect could only regret! While Wen Zhihao, Sun Fuyu, and the children were peacefully sleeping, the main square in the town was far from peaceful. Dont know when exactly, but some time when the business in the square was starting to calm down, a blood-lattice cage appeared. Inside that cage were many people, all tied up. Some of them wore rough clothing, some of them had tattoos of the criminal underworld, some of them were dressed up in opulent robes, some of them were scented with makeup and perfume, and some of them wore government robes. There was even one dark-robed cultivator in the cage, cursing someone named Zhou Sheng. On all four sides of the cage, the blood was curved into words, SCUM WHO STEAL YOUR FAMILYS CHILDREN. In this time and place, slavery wasnt technically illegal. Some types of people could be legally enslaved without their consent, and some people sold themselves into slavery during desperate times. But stealing a familys beloved child? Those who could read immediately told those who didnt. More than one person was disgusted, throwing rotten vegetables left at the end of the day at the cage, though the cage, despite its holes, blocked any items thrown. Those who attempted to break the cage failed, receiving burns for their troubles. Wen Zhihao might have forbidden him from killing these people, but that made Zhou Sheng even more ruthless in who he uprooted and threw into the cage. From government officials accepting bribes to allow this to happen, to the famous rich men and infamous pimps who bought stolen children, all of them were thrown in. When he had found a cultivator from his own Blood Sect using enslaved people to harvest their blood to cultivate with, he had thrown him into the cage too. Heh, public humiliation and destroyed reputation were the least of their troubles... The next morning, Sun Fuyu woke up early as usual. He didnt need nearly as much sleep as Wen-ge. When he returned, the sun had started to rise, staining the sky yellow. En, Uncle will help you look for your family, okay? Wash your face, then we can all have breakfast. Wen Zhihao was crouched down, a pot of warm water next to him as he gently wiped the faces of the children. Im hungry a milky little voice said. Me too Just wait, okay? Wen Zhihao activated a small butterfly talisman. The childrens eyes widened. Some of their hands opened and closed cutely as they tried to reach out for the butterflies, but their arms were too short. Pretty! Uncle, uncle Little fingers tugged at Wen Zhihaos sleeve. Hm? Wen Zhihao turned to the small child. The child just shook her head and said nothing. Wen Zhihao smiled faintly and rubbed her head. Sun Fuyus heart skipped a beat. Wen-ge would make a great father if they ever had children Wen Zhihao looked up and met Sun Fuyus gaze. His eyes brightened. Xiao Yu, youre back! Children, say good morning to Uncle Sun. Good morning, Uncle Sun, they chorused unevenly. Sun Fuyu exhaled to calm his heart and walked over. Good morning. I bought some breakfast. From his spatial ring, he took out a big pot of soy milk and various other pots of porridge and baozi. The children immediately flocked around him. Little ones, which do you want? B-bao-baozi... said the bravest child. Sun Fuyu took out a steamed bun. Here you go. And you? While Sun Fuyu distributed the food, Wen Zhihao brought some bowls and spoons and cups for the soy milk and porridge. Halfway through, someone knocked on the front gate. Wen Zhihao frowned, but Sun Fuyu stood up first, hand on his sword. Ill go see, Wen-ge. So Wen Zhihao took over food distribution while Sun Fuyu strode out to the front gate. Upon opening, he saw that Blood Sect cultivator, Zhou Sheng, and a group of people behind him. Some of them were children, some of them were teenagers, and some of them were adults. The only commonality was how dazed they all looked. Cultivator Sun, troubling you to take care of these people. They had been previously enslaved. Ill bring more later, Zhou Sheng said. Sun Fuyu nodded. Understood. Cultivator Zhou, will you come inside too? We are having breakfast now. Zhou Sheng laughed shortly. Are you going to hand-feed me if I refuse? At Sun Fuyus confused look, Zhou Sheng added, Wen Zhihao asked me if I wanted to be hand-fed. !!! Sun Fuyus eyes narrowed. Wont hand feed you! Youre a senior! Zhou Sheng smiled faintly. En, thought so. Zhou Sheng stayed as long as it took to bring all the people into the courtyard and then left. While he liked Wen Zhihao and thought Sun Fuyu was interesting, seeing them together made his chest ache. Sun Fuyu got to have such a great shixiong, while Zhou Shengs own memories with Lin Yijun were tainted with bitter nostalgia. Wen Zhihao looked at the people being escorted into the courtyard whilst absently patting the heads of the anxious children. With power comes responsibility. It was the mature thing to be responsible for these people. But he and Sun Fuyu couldnt do this alone. Xiao Yu, since this is a Golden Sun Sect safe house, is there any way to send a message back to the Sect? Wen Zhihao asked. Sun Fuyu nodded. Yes! In the study room, there is a communication mirror. Wen Zhihao inwardly sighed with relief. En, then bothering Xiao Yu to contact these people to help us (alternative chapter title: Daddy Material? ???) Sun Fuyu: Wen-ge would be a great father if we had children. Wen Zhihao: Oh, we already have children. Theres Zhang Wu, Wang Li Wei, Zhou Sheng Wang Li Wei: (s㧥)s ߩ Im not calling you father! Wen Zhihao: Mn, then you can call me grandfather instead ( ?_? ) Sun Fuyu: *aggrieved, mumbles* But theyre such big (grand)children! Wang Li Wei: (s?_?s ש I said, youre not my fathers! Sun Fuyu: *dismissive tone* If Wen-ge says hes your father, then hes your father. Wang Li Wei: (??)ߩ Wen Zhihao: Calm down, son ALSO look at this fanart from LinXueLian!!! LinXueLian has a collection of cute short cultivation stories, which you can find on AO3 and Scribble Hub~ 68. Congratulations, you’re now a grandmother! afflinghaze While Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu looked after the increasing numbers of people in the Golden Sun Sect safe house, while Senior Liu Zhongmin was organising a group of disciples and bewildered mortal staff like Chef Liu Jing from the kitchens to go and help her cutest disciple, and while Zhou Sheng was busily uprooting human trafficking networks, Lin Yijun walked out of a high-level meeting in cold shock. He had just learned the cause of the ghost invasion. Him. Somehow, his undercover infiltrations of the demonic sects had been discovered. The ghosts had been sent revenge. Because of this, Elder Wang had forbidden Lin Yijun from taking any missions involving the demonic sects. As he slowly walked back towards his quarters, he saw a large group of cultivators and mortals boarding a flying ship. There was also the entire group of demonic beasts being corralled by Cultivator Huang Jialing. Zhang Wu called out, Senior Lin, good morning. Lin Yijun re-arranged his face into a more pleasant expression. Cultivator Zhang, good morning. Going on a mission? You can think of it like that. It seems that Disciple Wen and Disciple Sun have saved a lot of mortals, and they need help re-finding their homes again, so Senior Liu Zhongmin has gathered some of us. Lin Yijun froze for a split second, finally recalling those children that had been sleeping on the Golden Sun Sect bedding. He nodded jerkily. Then dont let me delay you. Zhang Wu nodded hesitantly. Then dont let me bother you, Senior Lin. He returned to the others, his expression becoming freer and warmer as he chatted to Liu Zhongmins disciples. Lin Yijun continued back to his quarters in silence. His quarters were halfway up the mountain that belonged to his mother and father, who were both peak-lords in the sect. His own courtyard was austere and sparsely furnished. He didnt need the earthly items that cluttered other disciples living spaces. Almost all of his expenses were for the maintenance and regular upgrades of his sword, Heros Light Upon The Water. He sat down in the small sculpted garden by the trickling water feature, something that his mother had forced him to add. The water itself cycled around, containing a few drops from the Clear Heart Hot Springs. Im disappointed in myself for not realising that you never considered me your friend at all. Never considered me your friend. Your actions caused the influx of ghosts. You were lucky that Disciple Sun had that magical treasure from Disciple Wen. Your actions. At least he didnt tell the Elders about Zhou Sheng. Never considered Not your friend. Not your friend. Not your friend at all. Zhou Shengs words circled around in Lin Yijuns head, bringing with it that inexplicable feeling of pain. It felt like his own hand was squeezing his chest, suffocating his throat. For the first time in his life, his quarters were not the quiet place where he could cultivate in peace. Instead, it was a silent, empty courtyard where no one wanted to come and help him. The moment the big flying ship stopped over a particular house in the mortal town, gossip in the town spread like wildfire. First a cage of scum slavers and now a cultivator flying ship? There was clearly something big happening! In the Golden Sun Sect safehouse, cultivators helped mortals descend down from the ship. The youngest children all gripped onto Wen Zhihaos robes, or to the clothes of another child gripping onto Wen Zhihaos robes, while the older freed people huddled together in the corner of the courtyard. While Sun Fuyu went to speak with Liu Zhongmin and the other cultivators vaguely about how they had saved these people with the help of a kind rogue cultivator, the mortal staff headed towards Wen Zhihao. Aunty Liu Jing in particular had a, What have you done now? expression on her face. But before she could reach him, another cultivator spoke to Wen Zhihao first. Gasp! This aura! Are you cultivator Wen Zhihao? Senior Cheng Yahui looked at Wen Zhihao with wide eyes. Damn, what is this amazing aura?!! This heart-soothing aura.seems to be Wen Zhihaos natural aura? Even more amazing! Wen Zhihao raised an eyebrow. This senior cultivators hair was a little messy, a used wooden brush stuck into their hair, fingers stained with ink. If they didnt have a spatial device, Wen Zhihao wouldnt be surprised if they carried out a bag bursting full of scrolls. Yes, I am. Wait, forgive me, forgive me, my name is Cheng Yahui, Cheng Yahui said. They looked at the little mortals with their thin hungry faces and their ragged clothing. Their heart ached, recalling what Liu Zhongmin had briefly told them, and so their enthusiasm tampered down. I am here to help, as one of my specialties is to trace down the history of journeys across space and time. Note that saying it like that completely glossed over the complex arrays that Cheng Yahui used to cast illusions recreating history, and the amount of maths and qi that went into powering these arrays. Forgive me for being impolite, but Disciple Sun showed me a stone he said was used to help him sleep Oh, this? Wen Zhihao took one such rock out from his spatial ring. Cheng Yahuis eyes lit up. Yes! Their hands reached out, but then they quickly pulled them back, an embarrassed flush on their face. I can pay one high-grade spiritual stone for it if thats possible? Wen Zhihao didnt know the exact conversion rate, but a high-grade spiritual stone was a lot more than one wen. His eyes softened in amusement. You can have it for free. Cheng Yahui shook their head. No, no! How is that possible, your hard work Wen Zhihao bent over and picked up a rock from the ground: a smooth white pebble. Gathering some of the sunlight around him, he channelled it through his body and out into the pebble in his hand. The calming stones were a little bit different from the glowing stones, because he thought, be calm, be relaxed, while infusing them instead of thinking glow glow glow. Done. Cheng Yahui cupped their hands, eyes wide at the white little pebble that was dropped into the center of their palm. Thank you so much, Disciple Wen. They took a deep breath and put the pebble into their spatial earring. In fact, I suspected that you wanted mortal currency instead, so I took the initiative to convert one high-grade spiritual stone into mortal money! They took out a stack of paper banknotes and handed them to Wen Zhihao. One banknote converted into a thousand silver taels, and each silver tael was worth one thousand copper wen! And look how thick that stack of banknotes was! I really dont need But Cheng Yahui wouldnt accept no for an answer, smiling and walking away back to the group of cultivators before Wen Zhihao could return the money. And so, Wen Zhihao accidentally became rich...He had to put all the money away into his spatial ring. Wen Zhihao, you went out on a date with Xiao Fuyu and? Aunty Liu Jing said in lieu of a greeting. Wen Zhihao smiled innocently. He patted the head of one particularly quiet kid. I became an uncle! Xiao Bai, say hello to grandma. Hewwo, grandma Xiao Bai said in a tiny little voice. Liu Jing: ... Uncle? Grandma Behind Wen Zhihao, the other kids also started, Hello, grandma Wen Zhihao turned to them, patting each and every child on the headthat took a while. Very good, he praised them. Cant go wrong with praising children! Especially when he thought about how theyd faced so many harsh words recently. Liu Jings heart softened, but her face remained stern towards Wen Zhihao. Have they all had breakfast? Wen Zhihao clasped his hands together. Yes. But now asking Aunty Liu to help manage lunch! Liu Jing looked over the group of people. Itll be easier to buy food at such short notice. I imagine you have neither ingredients nor equipment here. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened. He took out a handful of banknotes and gave them to Aunty Liu. You must know how to convert this into coins to spend? ...Yes. Liu Jing returned quite quickly with a bag heavy with silver coins. Wen Zhihao then gave each freed mortal, regardless of age, one silver tael each. In fact, he wanted to give more, but they started to look so scared after the first one. Thisthis is too much! one mortal woman bravely said, fearful of the money in her hands. What do you want us to do, my lord? You can call me Wen Zhihao, youre not a slave anymore, Wen Zhihao said. This is spending money, and its yours. This is not a prison. Later, when we go out to buy lunch, you can come along to buy whatever you want. In fact, one tael is hardly anything. Youll receive a lot more in compensation in the future. She didnt quite believe it, but she held onto the silver tael, her head down. It would be easiest to adjust the mindset of that first group of children, the ones who had only recently been captured. They held their new silver tael with awe in their eyes, their bad experiences soon forgotten as Wen Zhihao coaxed them. As for those who had been enslaved longer, it would take a little longer, a little more effort, but Wen Zhihao was optimistic that they would eventually be able to heal, regain their confidence, and build a new, free life. There will probably be a time skip over the next chapter or so, mostly because there is a lot of hard work Also, I did think about splitting this chapter into two (and posting them both) but in the end, I left it as one long chapter. (1.6k words!!!! The earlier chapters are like 800 words!!! So this is technically a double update??? Though in fact, all the chapters have steadily grown longer...) 69. In which lives are slowly rebuilt afflinghaze Over the next few weeks, Wen Zhihao was extremely busy, to the point that he could only get his afternoon nap because he put himself in charge of looking after the small children who needed afternoon naps. In fact, all the mortals went to sleep when nap time came, and their sleep schedule became very regular, matching Wen Zhihaos. In the warm late summer afternoons, Wen Zhihao would cover the entire outdoor courtyard of the safe house with bedding, and people and cats could stretch out in the sun or shade as they wished, or in the bedrooms nearby if they preferred privacy. After Wen Zhihao showed how to use a cat as a pillow, some of the braver people stroked a cat, and some children ended up sleeping with their small childish faces half smooshed into cat fur. The cats basked in the attention they received, letting the mortals rub their fur and their stomachs. Sleeping all day with Wen Zhihao nearby was a sweet summer''s wish, fulfilled. When Huang Jialing remarked how they were getting lazy, Wen Zhihao had the cats carry the children on their backs, much to the delighted laughter from the children. - Bleh, you let a human ride on your back? What kind of animal are you? - What are you talking about? The human-kittens are scared little kittens! Theyre so tiny! Youre just weak, weakling! - Human Huang didnt let me carry a kitten by the back of their neck - So fragile, these kittens! In the kitchen, Aunty Liu Jing was there to cook and teach them how to cook what they wanted. Wen Zhihao gave out everyday talismans to aid in mundane things like creating hot water for bathing. And with all the mortal money provided by Cheng Yahui, Wen Zhihao let loose and bought a lot of food and new clothing and new bedding and toys, and frequently gave each of the freed mortals a few silver taels to spend on whatever they wanted. Senior Liu Zhongmin had thoughtfully brought over some healing cultivators too. With them, they could remove wounds that mortal doctors would be unable to, such as the cruel branding that many had, crippling injuries that had been used to control them, internal injuries and consequences of what they had been forced to do As for mental wounds, those were harder, slower, to heal. Wen Zhihao wasnt trained for this, but he knew how to speak calmly, and that calmness slowly spread to the freed people. It took him a little bit to realise that he had to reconfirm that they had their autonomy back. That they could eat when they wanted, sleep when they wanted, go to the bathroom when they wanted, pet a cat when they wanted; that they could leave the safe house if they wanted, and they could ask someone to accompany them if they didnt feel safe. That Wen Zhihao didnt want anything from them, aside from them to be kind to others. In that safe house, none of them suffered a nightmare, and slowly, they started to believe that maybe, maybe they had truly escaped. After seeing that Lin Yijun clearly hadnt reported them, Sun Fuyu decided to help Zhou Sheng, in order to make his story about saving enslaved mortals consistent. Zhou Sheng collaborated with his story, changing his distinctive Blood Sect robes for some sect-less grey cultivator clothing and using a magical device that changed his facial appearance whenever he had to meet with the other Golden Sun Sect cultivators. Before their first parting, Sun Fuyu reluctantly hugged Wen Zhihao at the slightly open gate of the house. Remember to eat well and sleep well and rest when needed, okay? Wen-ge told him, filling his spatial ring with a pile of calming stones, stacks of talismans, and a big bag of silver mortal money. And tell Cultivator Zhou to remember to eat and recover too. En Sun Fuyus arms tightened around Wen-ge, trying to soak in Wen-ges aura as much as possible. Zhou Sheng, who was hidden nearby, snorted to himself. (He would come to be speechless later when Sun Fuyu insisted, You have to eat dinner, Wen-ge said so!) Sun Fuyu heard the sound, and so he finally let go. I must go now. He kissed Wen Zhihao on the lips, touched Wen Zhihaos hand one more time, and then stepped out of the safe house. Over the next few weeks, he and Zhou Sheng uncovered more and more people involved in trafficking and kidnapping. After their first joint harvest of people and money, Huang Jialing joined them too. Sun Fuyu was hesitant, but Zhou Sheng didnt care. Back when he was at the Golden Sun Sect, Huang Jialing had never done anything bad to him. Whether or not she recognised Zhou Sheng, she remained silent on that matter. Between the three of them, Sun Fuyu also took the lead in helping the victims, distributing immediate needs items, and he was always the one who brought them back to Wen Zhihao, before having to rush off again. As Zhou Sheng extracted punishment, mortal money flowed in like a flood, all of which was spent on the victims. Of course, paying a fine was not enough. Regardless of how rich they were, all of the former enslavers were forced to help the victims, from the kidnappers to demonic cultivators to the members of the mortal royal family. They were tasked to build new homes for the formerly enslaved people, to build new schools, to cultivate the land, to teach various skills and trades etc. The mortal economy experienced a boom. Zhou Shengs blood magic ensured that they all complied, whether they wanted to or not. Soon, he was able to advance to Middle Stage Nascent Soul. Zhou Sheng also found a demonic cultivator who was well versed in illusionary mind magic, and let each enslaver experience how they had treated their own slaves. Those who were extra cruel to enslaved peoples suffered the most as they experienced themselves being cruel to themselves. Those who treated others cruelly for years will have dreams of the experiences of their victims for years to come. It was the task of the other cultivators to help find the original homes. It was difficult for many of the freed mortals to locate their original homes: they were often taken far away by the slavers; they were often taken away while young and now their memories had faded; and some of them came from small remote villages that no one else knew about except for the locals. Between what information the mortals could offer, the wide networks that Liu Zhongmin and the other cultivators had, and the tracking abilities of those like Cheng Yahui, they were able to, one by one, find the original homes. Xiao Yue? Xiao Yue, is that you? A haggard-looking womans fear at the two golden robed celestial masters standing outside her home turned into overwhelming disbelief and amazement and old pain when she saw the small girl jump down from one of the flying swords. This smal girl was one of those Wen Zhihao and the others had first saved. Mama, mama! Little Yues eyes overflowed as she raced forward and hugged her mothers legs. My Xiao Yue, the woman cried. Her daughter had been missing for over two weeks, during which she was scared about what could have happened Cultivator Hu Jingyan stepped forward. From her spatial ring, she took out a bag of coins, handing it to the shocked mortal woman. While Hu Jingyan explained what had happened, Zhang Wu stood by quietly as the other children came out of the house and ran over to hug Xiao Yue too. After confirming that the woman wanted and cared for Xiao Yue, the two of them left. Over those weeks, Hu Jingyan and Zhang Wu and the others escorted many mortals back to their homes. But not all of them remained, like little Bai whose stepfather looked at with a hiss of, Disaster star, Im not returning the money!The money he had gained for selling the child. Lucky him, Zhou Sheng judged that the stepfather only played a small part in the trafficking industry, and only had to go through a few repeated chilling dreams of what it felt like to be unwillingly captured and taken away. When Wen Zhihao saw Xiao Bai returning, he sighed inwardly and reached out to carry the child who had become even quieter than usual. Xiao Bai buried his face in Uncle Wens shoulder, eyes red. Those tears started to fall when Uncle Wen patted him gently on the back. Well keep you, dont worry, Wen Zhihao coaxed quietly. Some, after visiting their original home, didnt want to stay. The young woman, Hua Cai, who had bravely spoken to Wen Zhihao about how one silver tael was too much, could see the look in her villagers eyes and the nasty words they called her. With her age, her history, she was now unmarriable in her parents eyes. I want to go back to town, Hua Cai haltingly told the cultivators who had accompanied her. And so she was taken back to the town, where she and some other women bought a house for themselves and started to learn various trade skills that they had always wanted to learn. In fact, not many of the older mortals decided to return permanently to their old homes. Instead, many of the older freed mortals preferred to go back to towns or cities they had been living in and now knew, while others wanted to go to completely new places where no one knew their history. It was mostly unwanted and orphaned children who were too young that stayed with Wen Zhihao. At the end of those weeks, Sun Fuyu returned by himself. Seeing Wen Zhihao in the courtyard teaching the mortals how to read and write some basic characters, Sun Fuyu went to stand at the corner of the courtyard, watching quietly. Not all the children were properly focusing. One of them spotted Sun Fuyu, and so reached out and grabbed Wen Zhihaos sleeve. Uncle, Uncle, theres Little Uncle! Wen Zhihao looked up and his eyes lit up when he saw Sun Fuyu. Thank you, Ah-Yi, he told the child. Class, its break time now. Go play with the cats. Okay! was the chorus of milky voices. They suddenly gained a lot of energy as they jumped up and went to play with the large dozing demonic beasts. Wen Zhihao stood up more slowly. He and Sun Fuyu were about to meet in the middle when Sun Fuyu suddenly jumped into Wen Zhihaos arms. Wen Zhihao staggered, barely able to withstand the force of such a powerful cultivator. Wen-ge, Wen-ge, missed you so much... Sun Fuyu said quietly, his voice aggrieved. Wen Zhihaos heart-strings were tugged. He hugged back tightly. En, missed Xiao Yu too. Little Theatre with Novel-Aware Wen Zhihao: Wen Zhihao: Xiao Yu, you came back just in time for chapter 69! Sun Fuyu: En! Wen Zhihao leans over and whispers to Sun Fuyu about what 691a sex position means back in his old world. Sun Fuyu goes red immediately. Wen-wen-wen-ge! Wen Zhihao laughs. En, we also have meanings for numbers like 2332laughter/haha/lol and 6663cool/awesome/amazing Look! More fanart from the CG discord server! From Emi, with Wen Zhihao and jealous Sun Fuyu! And from risaida25 (*cough indeed the robe colours are wrong*): Speaking of fanart, Chrysanthemum Garden (CG) is having a 10k Discord Members Celebration event. You submit fanfic or fanart and 50 pieces are randomly drawn to win. Aside from a one-month-of-nitro, Im also offering one bonus extra (max rating explicit) of your choice/topic/scene \(R?Q)/ Submissions are due on August 15th! Ping me/@DSF on CGs discord channel, DM me on discord (Im on CGs discord and the BL Palace https://discord.gg/xgJ3RCeE5h ), comment, or otherwise contact me if you make anything so that I can share it for others to see! Also, I was reminded by a certain fishy named tiaf that I don''t really have descriptions of the characters ??? this is because I have ~feels~ for the characters, not so much what they look like ??? Here are the basic notes! *cough* its best if you write the name of the characters in a hypothetical fanart of them... And. I was thinking of running a one-day BL & Writing Workshop over on the BL Palace discord server. There would be hypothetical talks/panels coming from various members of the server (including me?), so please check out this survey https://forms.gle/5YcvqUNi26aCjnFL7 if you''re interested so I can estimate numbers and organise talks and things ? 70. Little ducklings following a pair of mandarin ducks Working with Zhou Sheng, Sun Fuyu had seen some heavy things. In contrast, Wen-ge was like a soft island of kindness. Sun Fuyu felt warm and safe in Wen-ges arms. Wen-ges aura also felt stronger than before. His Wen-ge had advanced again!1to Peak Golden Core Wen Zhihao lightly petted Sun Fuyus back. Hungry? Sleepy? Hug. Wen Zhihaos eyes softened. Xiao Yu helped a lot of people. Good work. The praise made Sun Fuyu feel tingly. En. Elder Liu Ru is coordinating with the other sects to take over in their areas, he spoke, muffled by Wen Zhihaos shoulder. The extended territory of the Golden Sun Sect had been scoured through already. Zhou Sheng didnt care where he operated, but to avoid the other cultivation sects ire, Elder Liu Ru was now coordinating with the other sects to take over the task of helping the unjustly enslaved mortals. Because of that, Sun Fuyu was finally able to return to Wen Zhihaos side. Wen Zhihao looked over Sun Fuyus shoulder, to the other corner of the courtyard where the children were playing with cats. He wanted to go and have that much-postponed date with Xiao Yu, but he couldnt leave the children. What if they cried? What if they felt sad? ...He accidentally felt like a parent. Ill have to bring them back with me, Wen Zhihao said. Sun Fuyu finally released Wen Zhihao and followed Wen Zhihaos gaze. He had helped almost all of these children. Even more than Wen Zhihao, he had seen their previous circumstances. Their smiles and tinkling little laughs now felt a world away. But if Wen-ge wanted to bring them back to the sect Sun Fuyus brow creased, thinking about what theyll have to do. Not just them, Wen Zhihao continued quietly. There are others too. We cant leave them here. From the children who had no homes to those who needed more support, they all needed to be brought back to the Golden Sun Sect. Ill send a message to Shifu Liu, Sun Fuyu said. Wen Zhihao nodded. Then Ill rely on Xiao Yu then. Sun Fuyu straightened. You can rely on me. And after, I promise well have dinner. Sun Fuyu shook his head. Dont need dinner, just need time with Wen-ge. Wen Zhihao couldnt help it, he had to hug Sun Fuyu as tightly as he could, and then rub his head until his hair was all messy. After Sun Fuyu asked, Senior Liu Zhongmin agreed, and even personally came with her flying ship to transport them all back. The mortals would be quartered in the area where the mortal staff of the sect lived. Some of the older freed mortals would also be hired as staff for the time being: it helped some of them to have work to do, and they were already familiar with some of the staff that had come to the safe house, like Liu Jing and Old Tang. There was no need to delay: they left that day. On the flying ship, mortal children and adults alike were amazed at the expansive view of the ground below, and at how fast they travelled. Liu Jing also spoke to some of the adults about what they could expect in the sect, and the kind of work they could do. Wen Zhihao sighed lightly as the Golden Sun Sect came into view, with its familiar buildings and familiar gardens. This place was truly his home. The ship touched down in a landing area on the outer part of the Sect. There were some clusters of cultivators watching their arrival, talking amongst each other while shooting pointed looks at the people exiting the ship. More mortals? Were a cultivation sect, not a mortal charity! The Golden Sun Sect will degrade with those kinds of people let in. Some people are born to be emperors and some people are born to be slaves. What a waste of time helping them. That Sun Fuyu was also picked up from the streets.Liu Zhongmin gives him too much freedom! Wen Zhihao rolled his eyes. He held Sun Fuyus firm hand on one side, and Xiao Bais little hand on the other. Dont listen to them, he said. Cultivation itself is going against fate. Those cultivators are simply being hypocritical and jealous. Youre here because I, we, want you here, okay? The mortals, who hadnt been able to distinguish the mutterings of the other cultivators, confusedly nodded. Sun Fuyu, who had heard, carefully remembered the cultivators who had spoken. The other cultivators, who in turn heard Wen Zhihaos response, grew annoyed. But they shut up when Senior Liu Zhongmin exited. With a command, the ship shrunk until it fit on the palm of her hand, which she then stored in her spatial pendant. With Liu Zhongmin leading the way, they went to the accommodation quarters of the mortal staff, which was located in a corner of the outer sect. The buildings were plain but of good quality. There were some spare rooms, and the mortal adults were willing to share themit would already be more spacious than the safe house, and even more so in comparison to their prior living conditions. Nonetheless, Liu Zhongmin gave the disciple currently in charge of the administration some money in order to build some more rooms and left them to organise the temporary room allocations. The rooms were straightforwardly allocated to the adults. However, when it came to housing the children... Aunty Liu Jing showed them the rooms that the children could sleep in: they were the closest empty rooms to her. But the other children didnt want to enter, looking at Wen Zhihao for instructions instead. Ah-Yi bravely asked, Uncle Wen, where is your room? Is it far? Wen Zhihao had to answer, Far. The mountain was on the other side of the sect. The freed adults werent horrible people, but many of them were not in the mindset to lovingly care for the children, not when they had their own pains to heal. The mortal staff were busythey were workers after all. But what if they cried in the middle of the night and wanted to find him? On their little legs, it would take a long time for them to walk to find him, and theyd even get lost. Wen Zhihaos chest ached. Thinking about it was much too stressful. No, its fine, you can all come to my room, and Ill move in with Xiao Yu, Wen Zhihao declared. That way, the rooms would be right next to each other and Wen Zhihao would have peace of mind. Are you sure? Liu Jing asked. Wen Zhihao reached out and lifted up Xiao Bai. Yes. Cant impose on Grandma, can we? Listen to Uncle, Xiao Bai said softly. Liu Jing inwardly rolled her eyes at the grandma in Wen Zhihaos mouth. Then dont forget to come by the kitchen for dinner. Yes, well be imposing on Grandma for a delicious dinner, Wen Zhihao said. And so, after they temporarily farewelled Liu Jing and the others, two golden robed cultivators carried and led a small group of small children through the picturesque pathways of the Golden Sun Sect, like a pair of golden mandarin ducks leading their ducklings home. Raise your hand if you like praise kink heheh. As for Fujo Con and Work-related stuff...so tired _(: )_ ....so if this chapter feels a bit jumpy to you, that''s why... BUT. ALSO. LOOK! More fanart!!! Afternoon nap by Emi: And Salted Smooch by hatcubed! 71. Little radish heads and big radish heads afflinghaze While there was only one bed in Wen Zhihaos room, he had more than enough bedding to layer so that sleeping on the floor was just as comfortable as the bed. The children familiarised themselves with Wen Zhihaos room and learnt how to get to Sun Fuyus room right next door. Then, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu accompanied them to the kitchens to eat, before going back. All that walking made the children extra tired, so Wen Zhihao let them go to bed firstbathing can happen tomorrow. Wen Zhihao tucked them all in, blankets pulled up to their chins, little faces soft courtesy of a good diet. Unable to keep their eyes open, it didnt take long for them to fall asleep. Wen Zhihao sighed lightly. How could people be mean to them? How could people be cruel? He quietly left and closed the door. In the next room, Sun Fuyu was tidying up. Not that there was much to tidy up, not that Wen-ge hadnt seen his room before, but he was tidying up anyway. Upon the sound of the next rooms door, Sun Fuyu stopped and sat down at the edge of the bed. He was glad that Wen-ges aura was powerful enough to permeate into the other room, so the children would sleep through the night without coming to interrupt them. He looked towards the door with anticipation. Wen Zhihao stepped in quietly and closed the door behind him. The corner of his lips curled up. Xiao Yu, why are you still fully dressed? he asked as he took off his outer robes and spatial rings and hair accessories. He climbed into the inside of the bed and flopped down. Come to bed, ah, Xiao Yu, he said sleepily. Y-yes. Sun Fuyu changed into his sleepwear. Seeing Wen Zhihaos two spatial rings next to his own on the bedside table, Sun Fuyus brows creased slightly. They didnt match It reminded him of his plan that had been put on hold by the recent events. Looking after children really is tiring. A car would be really helpfulhm, like a carriage, but it doesnt need a horse. Theyre also old enough to start attending school. Wen Zhihao mumbled to himself. There was the free school in his usual mortal town, but hell have to get them stationery and more clothes and toys...He suddenly understood the feeling that children were really expensive. Thankfully, he still had a lot of leftover mortal money courtesy of Cheng Yahui. As for a flying vehicle...there had to be a talisman for that When Sun Fuyu climbed into bed, Wen Zhihaos musings for the future faded away as he focused on the present. Ive imposed on Xiao Yu, havent I? Making you help Zhou Sheng instead of letting you cultivate, Wen Zhihao murmured softly. It was something I could do for ge, Sun Fuyu said. He shuffled closer to Wen-ge, reaching and touching his chest, feeling Wen-ges heart beating. His eyes lowered for a moment, before lifting up to meet Wen-ges gaze. Wen-ge helped me. It was good that I could help others. But tomorrow...I have training again. And I might take some small, quick missions, he added hesitantly. I should be back by the evening. Okay. Xiao Yu is very good, Im waiting for Xiao Yu to become a Senior Cultivator, Wen Zhihao said, holding Sun Fuyus hand against his chest. And then Xiao Yu can raise me, he added half-jokingly. But this young man, Sun Fuyu, said seriously, Yes. At the moment, Sun Fuyu wanted to get even closer to Wen-ge. His heart thudded as he slowly moved his legs until they touched Wen-ges. Wen Zhihao noticed the touches and willingly tangled his leg with Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu also wanted to reach out with his own aura and entangle it with Wen-ges, but the loud sound of his heart thudding in his ears at the thought of taking that initiative was too much. His heart gave a particularly loud thump! when Wen-ge reached out and tucked some strands of his long hair behind his ear. Go to sleep now Sun Fuyu said weakly. Wen Zhihao didnt need to be told twice. He closed his eyes, feeling as though he could sense Sun Fuyu, as though he could sense each of the sleeping children. With this reassurance, it was easy for him to fall asleep. The moment Wen-ge fell asleep, his aura changed to the familiar slow rhythmic waves. Sun Fuyus chest tightened. He sneakily picked up Wen-ges hand and kissed it lightly. Pressing the hand against his cheek, Sun Fuyu also drifted off to sleep. Having coordinated with some of the cultivators in the Sect to help with her own little disciple Sun Fuyu, Liu Zhongmin understood well that not everyone in the Golden Sun Sect cared about helping, and some in the Golden Sun Sect were even distasteful over the matters, arguing that they had no responsibility over the affairs of the mortal world. So on deciding to let Sun Fuyu bring those remaining mortals back, Liu Zhongmin took the approach of doing it first and then informed the elders and other senior cultivators of what she had done. It was just a few more mortals: it wasnt as though the Golden Sun Sect was too poor to hire a few more staff. Wasnt the Sect growing bigger anyway? More staff would better support the disciples. Not to mention that some of them might turn out to have an ability to cultivate. Liu Zhongmin was ambivalent about the sect factions that opposed her. What mattered was that Elder Liu Ru would be on her side, and that, as expected, the Sect Leader Elder didnt care either way. The next morning, Sun Fuyu woke up earlier as usual for his morning training. He glanced at Wen-ge and got up, infused with the motivation to practice and grow stronger. Later, the sunlight piercing through the window naturally woke Wen Zhihao up. He sat up in bed, reached over for one of his spatial rings, and pulled out talisman paper and brush pen and immediately wrote down his latest great idea: a talisman that would make something so light that it floated. He chuckled to himself as he tested it out on increasingly heavy and large objects. He had skipped inventing the car and jumped straight to the hovercar! He dressed, checked on the childrenstill asleepand so went out to the courtyard to watch Sun Fuyu train. Todays Sun Fuyu was very focused and his moves were very handsome. His long black hair flowed through the air as his sword sliced through the wind. Not too long after, two children pitter-pattered out of the house, calling out, Uncle! Little Uncle! Only then did Sun Fuyu notice the company. Continue your training, Wen Zhihao said with a wave. You kids need to wash up. Bubbles? one of them asked. Bubbles, Wen Zhihao agreed. Yay! The kids ran back to the room first. By commandeering both his own bathroom and the bathroom in Sun Fuyus room, Wen Zhihao had all the children bathed and dressed. By the time that was done, Sun Fuyu had finished his morning training. Together, they went to the kitchens to eat breakfast. Liu Zhongmin, who saw them walking out, suddenly had a feeling of, Theyre growing up, ba. The children now have children! At the kitchens, the children smartly greeted the people they already knew, and shyly greeted the people they didnt know. Grandma, Im hungry, Ah-Yi said, raising his little face towards Liu Jing. Good, good, then sit down, Aunty Liu Jing said. She just knew that Wen Zhihao had taught these impressionable kids weird things. The children sat down in crooked rows on the mats placed on the ground in front of the row of tables. Grandma, really? one of the other kitchen staff giggled. What big son do you have? Tch, its Xiao Fuyu of course. No, its the son-in-law thats the problem, Liu Jing retorted. Sun Fuyus cheeks went red. He shifted closer and hugged Wen Zhihaos arm. What son, what son-in-law? he mumbled. Wen Zhihao, however, tilted his head innocently. Ah, Aunty Liu, do you want me to call you Mother instead? Mama? Stinky son-in-law, Liu Jing rolled her eyes. She turned to Sun Fuyu. Xiao Fuyu, you can call me mother. If you want. Aiya, perhaps youre too old want a mother Sun Fuyus eyes grew a bit red as his heart swelled with emotion. I...um...mmm...Aunty Liu he finally said quietly, unable to say the word mother. Both Wen Zhihaos and Liu Jings eyes grew soft. Think about it, Liu Jing finally said. Xiao Fuyu can sit down. Xiao Wen, you can help me carry out the food. Yes, Aunty! Wen Zhihao said. The children welcomed their Little Uncle to the tables. While Sun Fuyu wasnt as comfortable with the children as Wen-ge, he knew how to help serve the morning congee and baozi for each child as Wen Zhihao carried out the dishes. Sun Fuyus head lifted when Wen Zhihao finally sat down beside him. Their arms rubbed together, their qi touching. Whatever is comfortable for Xiao Yu, okay? Wen Zhihao said quietly. Sun Fuyu nodded. I know Liu Jing, who came to the doorway, saw the little radish heads (kids) and big radish heads (Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao) eating. The scene was lively and warm. Ah-Yi, who sat facing the kitchen, spotted her. Grandma? he called out. He stood up haphazardly. Grandma, come eat, save this for you Liu Jing sighed, her lips curling up. No, no, sit down, baobei1baby, she said warmly. Grandma will eat later. O-kay Ah-Yi shot her a concerned look, but he sat down again upon Wen Zhihaos assurance that Grandma wasnt hungry and could cook her own food. Liu Jing turned back the kitchens and shot a stern look at the other staff who were grinning at each other and mouthing, grandma! She called herself grandma! We said nothing! But you thought it! Ai, it was lively in the kitchens too. I havent given a rec in a while, it feels Something that I really like is Ill Have My Seatmate Beat You, its super super cute! Also...how many children do you think there are? I was thinking like 5-6 (five little ducklings went out one day...), but I noticed that maybe there was the impression of more? ???? But then, 12 would be nice (twelve little girls ducklings in two straight crooked lines...) 72. Selling cute big and small baobeis, super cheap! Not long after, the older freed mortals arrivedthe teenagers and the adults. While some headed into the kitchen to help and do something with their hands, most of them sat down to eat. Sun Fuyu eventually had to leave, but Wen Zhihao stayed. Firstly, there were other people around to help look after the children. And secondlythere were other people around to entertain the children. After checking and updating the calming stones that Sun Fuyu had previously given to the older mortals, Wen Zhihao took the opportunity to talk to Old Tang about his flying cart idea. Old Tang helpfully informed him that there was a carpenter in one of the nearby towns, so Wen Zhihao went off, found said carpenter, and placed an order immediately. On the way back, he dropped off his long-overdue monthly talisman quota and picked up his instructions and allowance for the next month. When he returned to the kitchens, he gave the kids, and anyone else who wanted to listen, a mini reading lesson which turned into a lesson for the other staff too. Since trying to teach traditional characters was too much for Wen Zhihao, he had started off with pinyin instead, like how he had started learning to read back in elementary But doesnt that mean theyll have to learn two sets of characters? one of the literate staff asked. Cough, Wen Zhihao definitely needed to enrol the kids in a formal class. After releasing the children to play again, Wen Zhihao went to inspect the fruit trees. Instead of playing with the others, Xiao Bai followed him like a little tail as he checked all the trees and injected them with a little more qi. In the end, Wen Zhihao picked up the light-as-a-feather Xiao Bai, carrying him with one arm against his hip.1Apparently you shouldn''t actually do this IRL, not good for your spine. However, Wen Zhihao is stronger than he realises ???? Does Xiao Bai like mangoes? Wen Zhihao asked, pointing to a yellowish-green underripe mango. Man-goes? Does Xiao Bai like durian? Du-ri-an? Does Xiao Bai like banana? Ba-na-na-na? Xiao Bais brows creased as he tried his best to think if he liked these unknown things or not. Wen Zhihao rubbed Xiao Bais head, grinning guiltily at his teasing. En, in the future, Xiao Bai can taste all these fruits. Then Xiao Bai can tell me like or not. Xiao Bai nodded with a serious expression. Yes, Uncle. Xiao Bai is so good! Hungry yet? We can ask Grandma to prepare whatever you like for lunch! Xiao Bai will eat anything, Xiao Bai said seriously in his milky little voice. Wen Zhihao poked Xiao Bais soft cheek. Xiao Bai is very good, but Grandma would also be happy if you have a favourite. But its okay, Uncle will tell you the names of the new foods and you can think about it. Xiao Bai puffed out his cheek that was being poked. Yes, Uncle. Wen Zhihao smiled. He carried Xiao Bai to the kitchen, calling out warmly, Grandmmaaaaaa, when is lunch going to be ready? After lunch was had, Wen Zhihao took the children and a couple of others to the demonic cats enclosure. The children and teenagers and adults had only encountered the big cats, as they were the only ones Huang Jialing had taken along to the safe house. So today, Wen Zhihao took them into the small kittens enclosure. You have to be nice to them, okay? Wen Zhihao said. Or else the big cats will get you, he added, pointing to the two large cats that were half-sleeping. Now, here is a butterfly talisman, and here is a bubble talisman These kittens were not scared of the new humans at all. Many of them bravely approached the new humans, meowing for attention, which they subsequently received. One kid, named Ruan Lanxi, laid down on the ground, her face right up against a kitten. Little baobei! she called out. Meow! Ruan Lanxi giggled. Little baobei mao2Mao = cat = sound that cat makes ????? Meeeooww? Wen Zhihao took out some bedding and laid it all about. He sat down next to one of the sleeping big cats. Dont play for too long, go to sleep if youre tired, okay? Of course, Wen Zhihao was definitely tired. He yawned, stretched, and laid down. Soon, the yawns spread across the enclosure as human and demonic beast alike padded over to Wen Zhihao and the bedding and laid down to nap too. When Zhou Sheng came byin his disguise of grey robeshe saw Wen Zhihao and the victims of his aura. Big cats and big Wen Zhihao, little cats and little mortals, all of them were peacefully sleeping. Huang Jialing spotted Zhou Sheng by the enclosure. They wont wake up for a while yet, Huang Jialing said drily. Come, have some tea. They moved to a room with large windows facing the enclosures. Huang Jialing served some light spiritual green tea and they passed the time talking about Zhou Shengs work with the slave traders and how his collaboration with the other sects was going. They never strayed to other topics. Zhou Sheng didnt care. Huang Jialing had never been cruel to him; but she had never helped him either, just like the rest of the masses. Eventually, Huang Jialing put her cup of tea down and said, Wen Zhihao should be awake now. Zhou Sheng also put down his teacup. Thank you, Cultivator Huang. Zhou Sheng strode to the smaller of the demonic cats enclosure and let himself in. Hello, Disciple Wen! he called out. While the mortals and cats had gotten up, Wen Zhihao was still sitting down on soft blankets. Huang Jialing followed in a more sedate pace. She helped the mortals out of the enclosure and led them to the bathrooms. Wen Zhihao blearily rubbed his eyes. Ah, Cultivator Zhou, he greeted with a yawn. He looked up from his seated position. Hungry? Zhou Sheng huffed slightly. I know when I need to eat, he said drily, but his heart was nonetheless touched. He sat down on the edge of the bedding and picked up a small demonic beast that headbutted him and placed it in his lap. Wen Zhihao raised an eyebrow. You do look a little more ashen than usual, he said. I may have fought with some senior members in my sect, Zhou Sheng said with a shrug. But Im fine. He couldnt speak for those senior members though, who werent senior to him any longer. Wen Zhihao silently took out one of the many food boxes Aunty Liu had given him. Eat. I cant reject your food, can I? Zhou Sheng said with a roll of his eyes. Actually, I came here for a reason. He put the food box to the side and took out a metallic ring. I found a crafting cultivator. Your description was a little vague for her, but this is what she came up with. Zhou Sheng showed how the copier ring worked. First, the ring was placed around a writing implement. By pressing the right little symbol, the ring resized itself snugly around the implement. Then, Zhou Sheng pressed another symbol and drew some meaningless symbols on the paper, then pressed another symbol. During this phase, the ring was recording the movement information. Then, he placed the writing implement and ring over a fresh sheet of paper and pressed the fourth symbol and let go of the pen. The ring moved by itself, making the pen write! When it finished, it stopped and hovered above the paper. Zhou Sheng plucked the pen from the air and looked at Wen Zhihao. This is to your specifications. It can hold a brush and copy any shapes you draw yourself. Wen Zhihao stroked his hairless chin. Quite good. It would be great if he could get this device and set it to write talismans while he slept or looked after the kids. However...he couldnt do that with this magical ring. An anxiousness grew in Zhou Shengs stomach at Wen Zhihaos expression. Whats wrong? Nothing is wrong with the ring, thank you, Zhou Sheng, Wen Zhihao reassured him. He smiled sheepishly. Aiya, there are more things I want it to do that are beyond what I told you. Rather than relaxing, Zhou Sheng grew tenser. Tell me. It would be great if it could be paired with another mechanism that could switch out new paper and make it draw the same symbol again. Hm, for the ink situation, it should be enough to simply make a large brush pen with a bigger ink reservoir Seeing Zhou Shengs creased brow, Wen Zhihao tried it from another direction. Imagine something like...an automated copier. Lets say I want to write one hundred light-creating talismans. Rather than writing it all myself, this device would write it for me. All I need to do is infuse the ink with qi and give it enough talisman-writing paper beforehand. Wen Zhihao took out a brush pen and paper and sketched a boxy printer. Paper goes in here, the device printsI mean writes itand the paper goes out, and a new piece of paper goes in Zhou Shengs eyes brightened with understanding. Wen Zhihao, this kind of automated copier is quite unique. He felt a new appreciation for Wen Zhihao. First the calming aura and stones, and now this. Oh, and his suggestion for dealing with the slave traders wasnt too bad either... Wen Zhihao really didnt want this kind of praise though. Printers were found in most offices and schools and even many homes! Theyre very cheap and the companies made money off consumers by selling expensive ink. Is it? Ive seen something similar before...in a dream Wen Zhihao hedged. Ill go back and tell the crafting cultivator, Zhou Sheng said. Wen Zhihao handed him the sketch. Who is this crafting cultivator? Do I know them? Her name is Li Fanghua, Zhou Sheng said. Wen Zhihao barely knew the names of the people in his own sect, let alone people from other sects. I dont have many spiritual stones, but maybe shell like a few of my talismans and a calming stone or too. He tipped out a small pile of items on the bedding between them. Give them to Li Fanghua. En. Zhou Sheng placed the items into his spatial device. Aiya, dont forget the food box. Zhou Sheng placed the food box into his spatial device as well. It was nice, the feeling of being forced to care about himself... After that, Zhou Sheng stayed a little longer as Wen Zhihao introduced him to all the non-cultivators. You must thank Uncle Zhou, he is the driving force behind everything, Wen Zhihao said. Zhou Sheng felt it was a very novel experience to have small children say thank you to him while gripping Wen Zhihaos robes with one hand. Zhou Sheng crouched down to their height. Am I that scary? He laughed when one little girl nodded her head. Very honest, Zhou Sheng said. Very good, Wen Zhihao added, patting little Ruan Lanxis head. Zhou Sheng didnt want to stay for dinner though, citing that he wanted to go see Li Fanghua before heading back to work. After Zhou Sheng left, Wen Zhihao looked into the distance. Ah, he left too. The entire time Zhou Sheng was here, Lin Yijun had hidden his aura and watched. However, Wen Zhihao was too much of an expert at spotting the missing gap in the qi that was Lin Yijun-shaped. I feel like I really need a better shorthand for the older freed mortals. Also, did you know that in Vietnamese, the word for cat is "mo" aka meow (=^??^=) Chinese has a logographic/morphemic writing system, where characters typically represent meanings. Whereas English is a syllabic/phonemic/(morpho-phonemic) writing system. The phonemic part means the characters typically represent sounds (phonemes) but also the same symbol can be said in different ways that isn''t reflected in the word (tomayto vs tomarto). In my opinion, a phonemic writing system is easier for native-speaking beginners, but it also has a lot of ambiguity... Also.... Li Fanghua is a character from one of my ideas that has languished after I plotted part of it ???? See her summary below: Title: Transmigrated into a cultivation BL novel filled with dog blood! F*ck, stop fighting and let me craft in peace! Features: Humour, Crack (Crack taken seriously), Xianxia, Crafting Cultivation, Girls Love, BL subplots Summary: Li Fanghua was an engineer and hobbyist artist, but due to capitalism and this thing called a Job, she never had time to build what she wanted. After dying due to being hit by a truck, Li Fanghua transmigrated to a cultivation world. Li Fanghua was immediately ecstatic, she wanted to craft all the manner of things! How does qi interact with physics?! OH, she could make a flying skateboard! But after a few days though, she came to the painful realisation that this is clearly some BL dog blood novel! Fun to read, but hell to actually live through! Stop it with your misunderstandings that will lead to 1000 year wars and tragic accidental deaths of the sisters/mothers/daughters around you! Hurry up and communicate, and let Li Fanghua cultivate and craft in peace! Something Ive been reading on Chrysanthemum Garden recently is Our Sweet Days, which has an MC who, so far in the first 6 chapters, has been aggressively relaxing ???? Its like, his reputation is being shattered (partly by his own hand) and there he is just...having a holiday Also, there is a fanfic up for DSF called Illusionary Mist by Benomora, though Im too afraid to read it right now 73. Welcome back afflinghaze Lin Yijuns chest felt tight and wrong as he quietly watched Zhou Sheng sit down and talk with Wen Zhihao with an open and friendly expression. Despite the grey robes and the altered features, Lin Yijun still recognised Zhou Shengs mannerisms. He wanted to be down there too...No, he wanted Wen Zhihao gone so that he could talk with Zhou Sheng. But he remembered Zhou Shengs harsh face that night. How he had lost standing in Zhou Shengs eyes when he failed to understand what was happening. Lin Yijuns hands clenched, as his heart thumped erratically in his chest. He just needed to go down there. He just needed to say Say what? What would be right? What would be enough? He couldnt get the thoughts out of his head. He was wracked with indecision. And there was no one Lin Yijun could talk to about this, no one to help him sort it all out. The faction that Liu Yijun technically belonged to, the faction that his parents were in, was headed by Elder Wang. Elder Wang and the others maintained a disdainful attitude towards the actions of Liu Zhongmin and the others. They, as cultivators, were not obliged to help the mortals. The mortals should help themselves, or else theyd become lazy. Were not their servants! And so none of them had volunteered to aid Liu Zhongmin in a task that had no reward and took away their cultivation time. While Lin Yijun hadnt echoed their condescending words, he also didnt join the efforts. Because...he hadnt known how. Because he hadnt known if he wanted to Zhou Sheng was different from the mortals that Wen Zhihao bought back. Years ago, when he bought Zhou Sheng back, his parents and Elder Wang hadnt been like this. They had seen Zhou Shengs cultivation potential, and the Sect Leader Elder accepted Zhou Sheng into the sect as a disciple. But of the mortals Wen Zhihao bought backLin Yijun had examined them from afarnone of them had the same potential as Zhou Sheng did. They werent the same as Zhou Sheng. They wont be as good as Zhou Sheng. But they and Zhou Sheng both liked Wen Zhihao. Lin Yijun''s heart felt sour watching Zhou Sheng relaxing in Wen Zhihaos presence. Wen Zhihao already has so many friends! Why is he friends with Zhou Sheng too? Zhou Sheng is my friend No, Zhou Sheng isnt anymore Zhou Sheng, the person Lin Yijun liked the most, was smiling at Wen Zhihao instead What did Wen Zhihao have that Lin Yijun didnt? Lin Yijun was stronger, Lin Yijun was richer, more handsome and had a golden family background. Ill return and see you again soon, Zhou Sheng was saying. You know where to find me. Ah, now that Sun Fuyu is no longer helping you out, let me give you some more calming stones for the mortals Zhou Sheng patted a child on the head and stroked a demonic beast before leaving. In a knee-jerk reaction, Lin Yijun followed Zhou Sheng as he walked out of the sect and into the surrounding forests. There, Zhou Shengs aura disappeared without a trace. Lin Yijun slumped. After stretching out his qi and finding nothing again and again, he could only head back to the Sect by himself. After Lin Yijun left, Wen Zhihao soon forgot him in favour of more important matters. As the non-cultivators gathered back in the kittens enclosure, Wen Zhihao had everyone recite the words they should have learnt earlier. Thank you, past life knowledge of optimal information retention Somehow, the rest of the afternoon flowed away and it was time for dinner. Wen Zhihao led everyone back to the kitchens. While the others ate, he asked Aunty Liu Jing for another food box because he had given one away to Zhou Sheng. Next time, tell him to come here so I can tailor a box for him! Aunty Liu Jing said. Ill tell him, but he seems a little shy, Wen Zhihao said. Liu Jing knew who Zhou Sheng washe was the allegedly-rogue cultivator who Xiao Fuyu had been helping to retrieve the poor people who had been enslaved. Shy was not what she would describe Zhou Sheng as, but she already knew that Xiao Wens brain circuits were a bit different from everyone else. At least you should tell me what he likes, Liu Jing finally said. Wen Zhihao nodded. Yes, Aunty. I remembered he liked dumplings... After dinner, Wen Zhihao took the children back with him to the rooms and ran the baths for them. Now that theyve become more familiar with their surroundings, they were able to play in the water and talk amongst themselves in their little voices. Cute little baobei cats! No, I think the big ones are better! Cute big baobei cats! I think Uncle is the best... What about Grandma? Grandma is so nice... SPLASH! Bubbly little laughter. Splash you back! Needless to say, the bathrooms were very wet and messy after that. Wen Zhihao ended up showering himself and had to change his clothes too. Wen Zhihao finished drying the hair of the last child just as Sun Fuyu returned. He couldnt help but pinch the cheek of the child, Ah-Yi. Your Little Uncle Sun is back, he said, putting aside the towel. Little Uncle! Ah-Yi jumped up from the bed and ran over and opened the door first. Sun Fuyu stepped in. His hair was a little messy, and his face drooped tiredly. However, his eyes brightened when they met Wen Zhihaos. Wen-ge. Wen Zhihao navigated past the toys and miscellany scattered on the ground. Welcome back, Xiao Yu, he greeted, leaning forward to accept Sun Fuyus light kiss. Ah-Yi grabbed the bottom of Sun Fuyus robes and looked up. Welcome back, Little Uncle! Sun Fuyu looked down and patted little Yis head. En, Im back. Wen Zhihao looped an arm around Sun Fuyus waist. Little Uncle is tired. If you want, you can give him a hug to help him power up again! Okay! Ah-Yi hugged Sun Fuyus leg. Sun Fuyus lips curled up. The things Wen-ge says! he thought fondly. Ah-Yi wasnt a cultivator, he couldnt actually help Sun Fuyu regain qi! Now you kids, clean up the toys and get into bed, okay? Wen Zhihao said. When I come back, you better be pretending to sleep! Ruan Lanxi giggled. Yes, Uncle! The moment he and Sun Fuyu left the room, the children burst into noisy action. He and Sun Fuyu exchanged a little about their day, and then while Sun Fuyu washed up, Wen Zhihao headed back to his old room to tuck all the children in and pat their heads until they all fell asleep. And then he went to Sun Fuyus bed and hugged his own Xiao Yu. ...You smell different, Wen Zhihao realised. He tugged Sun Fuyu closer and sniffed his just-dried hair. Like mangoes. In the darkness, it was difficult to see the hint of redness on Sun Fuyus cheeks. En, he agreed shyly, as Wen-ge stroked his hair. The tingling sensation sent a shiver down his spine. He tilted his head up and kissed Wen-ge on the lips. Wen-ge likes it? Wen Zhihaos heart swelled with warmth. Its sweet, like you. He pulled Sun Fuyu closer to him. A nice place to live, a nice job to work at, lively children, and someone to say welcome back to...Wen Zhihao found that he was very content with this kind of life. Sun Fuyu took the initiative to place a hand over Wen Zhihaos waist and to tangle their legs together. Im glad I met Xiao Yu, Wen Zhihao murmured quietly. En, Sun Fuyu agreed. He remained still, tightly aware of Wen-ges heartbeat, and how his hand was touching Wen-ge waist As always, Wen-ge fell asleep first. Sun Fuyu nudged his head closer to Wen-ge, happy that changing his hair wash worked. More fanart! Xiao Yu and his Wen-ge by We Need Holy Water Ohhh, another OG work Ive been reading on Chrysanthemum Garden is Living Selfishly While Working Towards A Peaceful Life. The villain is so horrible, its great. And also the little brother is the CUTEST, I just want to rub his hair and mess it all up 74. Coaxing a reborn protagonist The following days passed much the same. In the morning, Wen Zhihao would wave to Sun Fuyu who headed off to work, and every evening he would welcome Sun Fuyu back home. Wen Zhihao soon obtained his custom-ordered wooden cart. With padded blankets on the floor of the cart, levitating charms stuck mostly symmetrically on the wood, and ropes haphazardly tied to his flying sword, he took the children and teenagers to the nearby town to enrol them in the free school that Old Third, the brush maker, had set up. From then on, after breakfast, he would take them to class, and at lunchtime, he''d take them home to eat and have afternoon naps. One such morning, Wen Zhihao was returning to Liu Zhongmins courtyards after the morning school run when Cultivator Hu Jingyan waved him over. Disciple Wen, Cultivator Cheng Yahui has been looking for you. Theyre currently having tea with Cultivator Huang Jialing by the enclosures, she said, her brows rising slightly at the cart-and-sword contraption. She had been away the last few days, so this was the first time she had seen it. Poor sword! Her own sword vibrated slightly in agreement. Thank you for informing me, Senior Hu, Wen Zhihao replied. Since it was inconvenient for him to frequently tie and untie his flying sword from the cart, he simply stood on the sword and flew to the demonic beasts enclosure with the cart pulled along behind him. From the air, Wen Zhihao spotted Huang Jialing and Cheng Yahui having tea out in one of the buildings courtyards. The two of them were seated around a square stone table. They, being of higher cultivation, also spotted him. Come down, Huang Jialing motioned. So Wen Zhihao had to carefully navigate down and land his vehicle on the widest patch of pavement. He had the feeling of a suburban parent driving a large four-wheel drive down narrow city streets. Senior Huang, Senior Cheng, he greeted them. Take a seat, Huang Jialing motioned to the stone chair next to her. Wen Zhihao sat down politely. Almost a senior yourself, Cheng Yahui said, a tone of amusement in their voice. Thank you, Wen Zhihao said politely, albeit confusedly. Wasnt he just still at Late-Stage Golden Core? (He wasnt.) He was still two whole stages away from Nascent Soul (he wasnt), and everyone knew it became exponentially more difficult to level up, just like in online MMORPGs. Pushing that confusion aside, Wen Zhihao asked, How can I help you? Huang Jialing turned to Cheng Yahui. Cheng Yahui sipped their tea. I would like to purchase another heart-soothing treasureI mean, a calming stone. No need to purchase, Wen Zhihao immediately said. He pulled out the random things he had in his spatial ring: Here, you can have a few more calming stones. You really paid too much last time. Do you want some talismans too? Disciple Wen, you should not underprice yourself, Cheng Yahui said seriously. However, the materials are free, Wen Zhihao said truthfully. The stones are from the forest and the qi is from the sun. While he knew that most workers were underpaid in major economic systems, in this matter, it was no problem for him to give these things away to Cheng Yahui. Not to mention all your help in the past few weeks, I really cant thank you enough, he added. Dont you have a Dao Companion? Huang Jialing asked mildly. Disciple Suns sword is only suitable for Early-Stage Golden Core cultivators at most. While I am not a sword-cultivator myself, I understand that sword enhancements can be quite expensive, let alone the purchase of an entirely new magical weapon. Wen Zhihaos eyes widened slightly. Saving money for Sun Fuyu was a great idea! And Sun Fuyu must have spent a lot of spiritual stones to buy Wen Zhihao his new spatial ring. Wouldnt it be nice if Wen Zhihao could give him a gift in return? But then he narrowed his eyes slightly at Huang Jialing. Her words were too obvious. You dont have a friend who upgrades swords, do you? Im merely repaying the favour after you suggested I go swimming with my girlfriend, dont think too hard, Disciple Wen, Huang Jialing replied drily. Then thank you for the suggestion. Wen Zhihao turned to Cheng Yahui. Then, if you really want to pay, how about one low-grade spiritual stone? Huang Jialing sighed with exasperation, while Cheng Yahui laughed. Accept the payment and dont return it, Cheng Yahui said, handing over a high-grade spiritual stone. While they could see that the final process of infusing the heart-soothing qi was simple for Wen Zhihao, that was only possible because Wen Zhihao had somehow crafted his own aura to be heart-soothing. No, this is too much, Wen Zhihao resisted. Dont be polite, accept it, Cheng Yahui said. Aiya, if I werent having tea with Huang Jialing, I would leave the payment here and walk away. Like you did last time? Cheng Yahuis eyes curved. En, like last time. Okay, then Ill accept it, Wen Zhihao said helplessly, putting away the high-grade spiritual stone. But you have to take some more calming stones then, dont be polite. He moved the pile of stones and stack of talismans towards Cheng Yahui. And then he stood up and took a step back from the table. And now Ill walk away so you have to accept it. Cheng Yahui laughed. Well see about this next time, they said with a twinkle in their eye. Wen Zhihao bowed. Have a good day, Seniors. He jumped onto his patiently hovering sword and he and the cart lifted up and out of the courtyard. Cheng Yahuis voice drifted up. Oh, these are even more powerful than before! Aiya, I should have given him more high-grade spiritual stones...Jialing, these talismans look like the ones you showed me before with the unusual handwriting Unusual is an interesting way to describe it But Wen Zhihao wasnt listening to their conversation, because he had noticed something familiar again. That Lin Yijun-shaped hole in the qi fabric of his surroundings. Still following him. Would he not go away until he saw Zhou Sheng again? Right now, Wen Zhihao didnt have Sun Fuyu around. He didnt have children to look after. It was time for him to stop procrastinating and drag Lin Yijun into the 100% effective cat therapy. Wen Zhihao flew towards a rooftop overlooking the demonic cats enclosures where Lin Yijun was standing. He couldnt actually see Lin Yijun, but he was still able to move the sword and cart to hover in front of him. What was the best way to entice Lin Yijun Respectfully speaking, if Senior Cultivator Lin wants to speak to Zhou Sheng, come with me first. Then he looked at where Lin Yijuns eyes should be. After a long moment, the invisibility over Lin Yijun faded away, leaving behind a scowling face. Disciple Wen, what do you want? Lin Yijun glared at him with red angry eyes and curled fists. Wen Zhihaos eyes softened towards this tempestuous young cultivator. Senior Lin, you are approaching qi deviation. His own qi spread out, brushing over Lin Yijuns sharp and jagged qi. Senior Lin, take a deep breath, now hold, now release it Lin Yijuns fists tightened as he felt Wen Zhihao trying to suppress him. Take a deep breath, release itFeel the warm sun, listen to the rustling of the leaves... Lin Yijun didnt want to listen. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could block the lesser qi. The annoying thing though was that he, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, was constantly absorbing ambient qi, but a lot of the ambient qi had a touch of Wen Zhihaos aura! And the fringes of his qi aura started to copy Wen Zhihao! Lin Yijun clamped down on the misbehaving qi, hard. He didnt realise that it made his qi even more rebellious. Wen Zhihaos lips pursed. Aiya, how to deal with this kind of protagonist? He certainly didnt want to get into a fight. And while shouting at children felt good, it wasnt actually productive towards their upbringing. So Wen Zhihaos voice softened. Lin-shixiong, are you alright? Is there anything you want to talk about? Tell me what is wrong. I will listen. Something unfamiliar got stuck in Lin Yijuns throat. Dont ask such meaningless things! Lin-shixiong, it is natural for one to worry about others, Wen Zhihao said. Its not meaningless to ask. Lin-shixiong, your qi is clearly not well. Come here, I can give you something to eat. Its also very soft to sit in the cart. Lin Yijun looked away. Stop it! Stop that! Oh, I have this food box, Wen Zhihao added, taking out a food box. Its filled with some of Zhou Shengs favourite foods. Maybe youll like to try them out too? This way, perhaps you can understand Zhou Sheng better... Lin Yijun tensed. He looked sidelong at Wen Zhihao. ...Give me that. You can only eat it while on the cart. Teeth gritted. Lin Yijun exhaled shortly. Will I get to see Zhou Sheng? Yes, Wen Zhihao said naturally. ...Im not getting into your contraption. Ill follow you on my own sword, Lin Yijun said. I understand that your own sword feels safer, Wen Zhihao agreed. He slowly moved away from the rooftop and down towards the demonic cats enclosure, holding the food box in his hand. Lin Yijun followed grudgingly. Tch, this is all so that I can figure out why Zhou Sheng likes him more than me Wen Zhihao landed outside, put his sword and cart into his spatial ring, and opened the gate to the enclosure for the big cats. Dont be afraid, Lin-shixiong, even the mortal children can play with them. Lin Yijun snorted. He lifted his chin and walked in first. Wen Zhihao followed him in. A large furry white cat immediately padded over, rubbing against Wen Zhihao. The cat purred happily as Wen Zhihao stroked her. After you put away your sword and hug this lovely cat, Ill give you this food box with Zhou Shengs favourite foods. Easy, Lin Yijun thought. Under Wen Zhihaos instruction, the demonic beast approached him and waited obediently. Lin Yijun reached out and copied Wen Zhihaos previous action. The fur was surprisingly soft, not like the stiff fur of other beasts Achoo! Lin Yjiun gritted his teeth in embarrassment. He slowed his breathing, but his body still betrayed him, Achoo achoo achoo!! Wen Zhihao was dumbfounded. Lin Yijun was...allergic to cats?!!! This chapter is a little longer compared to the previous one, but I wanted to show you all that last line Link: Raising kids without yelling at them. Actually, I wasn''t thinking about this article when I wrote this, but I remembered the article in retrospect. Fanart time! From minniemousez, we have And from VIS we have A nice day to go on a date and pet a cat ????I should make a fanart page or something ???? Also, questions for my lovely readers~ 75. *whispers* He’s allergic! Lin Yiyuns face grew redder and redder as he attempted to control his sneezing. His eyes watered and his nose started to run. Wen Zhihao grimaced. Poor Senior Lin. He had never read about a xianxia protagonist who was allergic to cats, but there was a first time for everything. And look at how hard Senior Lin was trying to pretend otherwise! Lin-shixiong, stop petting the cat, Wen Zhihao said, stepping forward. Lin Yijun glared at him with watery-reddened eyes. You said that as long as I hug this beast, I would receive Zhou Shengs food box. Aiya, why is this young man so stubborn? Lin-shixiong, Wen Zhihao said calmly, Zhou Sheng likes cats and likes petting them too. However, if we dont deal with your cat allergy, do you expect to sneeze whenever youre in Zhou Shengs presence? Lin Yijun gritted his teeth. He pulled his hands away from the soft (soft, soft) cat fur and stepped back. His sneezes noticeably lessened in severity, which helped clear his mind a little. By manipulating the wind with his qi, Lin Yijun was able to breathe cat-free, calming-qi laced air. After a few deep breaths, Lin Yijun felt more settled. As long as he breathed carefully sourced air, he could approach the demonic beast again Lin-shixiong, its best if you wash your hands to clean away any allergens. Lin Yijun grimaced. All of a sudden, his hands felt dirty and itchy! Very well. Straightening his posture, he left the enclosure first. The closest bathrooms were in the building next to the enclosures. While Lin Yijun was washing his hands, Wen Zhihao went to the courtyard where Huang Jialing and Cheng Yahui were still having tea. Back so soon? Huang Jialing asked. Want more spiritual stones? Cheng Yahui half-joked. Wen Zhihao shook his head. An urgent request. Cultivator Huang, is that dog still around? I mean the demonic wolf, Wen Zhihao belatedly added. Yes, she is still around. Cultivator Yan Tang is currently training another demonic wolf who has not been in contact with you. Cheng Yahuis eyes sparkled as they scented a little bit of a backstory. Wen Zhihao cleared his throat, feeling inexplicably guilty. In that case, I have a job for her. Can I borrow her for an hour? Oh, and do you have cat-allergy medicine? Cat-allergies? I understand that all the mortals have petted the demonic cats without a problem. Its not them. Wen Zhihaos voice dropped to a whisper. Its Senior Lin. Hes allergic. Huang Jialing stared at him, dumbfounded. Of all the people, she would never have expected Senior Cultivator Lin Yijun, the sects genius cultivator, to be allergic to the demonic beasts she worked with every day. I can make anti-cat-allergy pills, Huang Jialing said. Is a high-grade spiritual stone enough? Even though Wen Zhihao wanted to save that for Sun Fuyu, buying allergy meds for Lin Yijun can be counted as investmentinvestment in not having a stalker anymore. A hundred mid-grade spiritual stones1One high-grade spiritual stone = 1000 mid-grade spiritual stones. One mid-grade spiritual stone = 1000 low-grade spiritual stones is enough for a jar of 20, Huang Jialing said. Cultivator Yans demonic wolf can be found in the back mountain forests, but you can summon her with this. Huang Jialing took out a small dark grey whistle. When she blew it on it, there was no audible sound, but the qi in the air wavered. Wen Zhihao thanked Huang Jialing and paid, confirmed to Cheng Yahui that he didnt need more payment, and went to wait for the dog outside the building. As Lin Yijun exited the bathroom, having thoroughly cleaned his skin and clothes of any traces of cat, the demonic wolf had arrived. The wolf immediately spotted Wen Zhihao and completely forgot about the summoning whistle in favour of happily tackling Wen Zhihao. - You came back! Play? Sleep? Pats? Wen Zhihao easily caught the big dog. Careful, Xiao Yu tied my hair today, he chided, gently nudging the dogs head away from his face. The demonic wolf whined playfully, her tail swishing back and forth. Lin Yijun looked at the demonic wolf with disdain. This was the wolf that failed to capture and return Zhou Sheng. Lin-shixiong, youre just on time Wen Zhihao said, carrying the giant dog in his arms towards Lin Yijun. You can hug this dog and Ill give you the food box. Aroff? the wolf said confusedly as she was held out to Lin Yijun. You surely do not mean right here, Lin Yijun said coldly, leaning away from the demonic beast. Wen Zhihao nodded his head slightly. As a more sensitive protagonist, Lin Yijun might take better to cat dog therapy if he was in an enclosed room with privacy. Cultivator Huang has many good rooms. Wen Zhihao took Lin Yijun to his favourite room in the building by the enclosures, which had big windows and thick mats laid on the ground. Warm sunlight spilled through the windows, but from the outside, those windows would appear as solid walls. Lin-shixiong, sit. Lin Yijun sat down gracefully on the mats, legs crossed. He wasnt following this juniors command, he was merely doing what he wanted. Lin-shixiong, hug. Before Lin Yijun could parse the sentence, over a hundred catties of demonic wolf was dropped on him.2one catty = 600 grams, so the wolf is over 60 kg Shes big and nice, isnt she? Wen Zhihao coaxed, scratching the dogs ear. Lin Yijun didnt deign to respond to Wen Zhihao. He breathed carefully, his breath deepening with each cycle. He relaxed as he realised there was no adverse reaction this time. In the future, hed tell Zhou Sheng not to pet demonic cats anymore and pet this wolf instead! Lin Yijuns hands dug into the wolfs fur. His bottom jaw jutted out slightly in disgruntlement. The wolfs fur wasnt as soft as the cats. He rubbed a little harder, annoyed that it wasnt as soft, annoyed that this wolf hadnt found Zhou Sheng properly. The wolf squirmed slightly, and Lin Yijuns eyes narrowed even more, scratching harder. The wolf completely blissed out with the firm scratches. She relaxedcompletely over Lin Yijuns lap, her tail swung back and forth happily. Doesnt she feel good to pet? Wen Zhihao said softly. Mediocre. The wolf started to make a low, throaty brrr sound, contentment clear. She likes you. Lin Yijuns heart turned sour as his stomach tightened. Hm, just keep petting her like that. She likes you. She...likes me? Lin Yijuns eyes became slightly unfocused as his stroking and scratching became mechanical. The wolfs weight anchored him. What a simple beast. She liked him just because he petted her? Tch, what low standards! So Lin Yijun kept petting the wolf. His lips curled up slightly as the wolf''s tail wagging speed increased. An unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest as his eyes unconsciously softened. Wen Zhihao nodded to himself. Animal therapy success rate, 100%. Compare with Chapter 39 - A little tsundere ???? ??Fanart corner?? Zhou Sheng by Emi! Thank you for your answers in the previous chapter! (ި) Ive been making notes ?? which can hopefully help future OG BL authors (and me!)~ Also, wouldnt it be interesting to have curated recommendation lists of OG BL novels? With completed novels or with novels that will definitely be completed? 76. Sending charcoal in the snow Wen Zhihao leaned back against the window, his eyes growing heavy with the warmth of the sunlight on his back. Senior Cultivator Lin Yijuns head was bowed as he petted the dog. With his focus in the present, his qi aura was gentling out, which in turn made Wen Zhihao even more sleepy now that he wasnt being prickled by prickly qi. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Lin Yijun was one of those cultivators who kept a youthful appearance, or perhaps it was due to Wen Zhihaos nature, but he didnt hate Lin Yijun. Lin Yijun was just like Zhang Wu and Wang Li Weipoor kids who had been raised poorly. Not to mention that Lin Yijun was allergic to cats. Truly sad. Upon noticing that Lin Yijun was starting to exit from the animal-therapy-relaxation-state, Wen Zhihao took out the food box and opened the lid. The food had been perfectly preserved inside his spatial ring. Now, faint steam rose from them, accompanied with rich and fragrant scents. The wolf raised her head, tongue lolling out. Lin Yijuns hands also stilled as he inhaled. Wen Zhihao placed the food box on the dogs back. Lin-shixiong, have a taste now. Zhou Sheng tried these dumplings first, he liked them. You can also feed some of that meat to her, Wen Zhihao added, briefly scratching the dog under her chin. Arff! The wolf squirmed on Lin Yijuns lap. Lin Yijun fed the fidgety beast first. She calmed down after having some meat. Then, Lin Yijun picked up the accompanying pair of chopsticks and picked up a dumpling. It was an unfamiliar food to Lin Yijun. He had long since achieved inedia and only consumed delicate spiritual teas for the last decade. Before that, he had eaten plain and simple foods. Nothing like the intricately rippled surface of the dumpling. The surface of the dumpling itself was smooth and glossy with steam. Slightly translucent, there was a hint of the filling inside. Lin Yijun dipped the corner into the dipping sauce before placing the piece of mortal food into this mouth. Flavours burst across Lin Yijuns tongue. Salty, umami, sweetness, spice, and a touch of sourness from the dipping sauce. The dumpling skin was a little chewy and the inner filling was soft and flavourful. Wen Zhihao took out another food box himselfit was too painful to watch someone else eat something so delicious. It tastes good, doesnt it? he said as he plopped a dumpling into his own mouth. His dumplings were a lot spicier, but he knew that all of Aunty Liu Jings dumplings were fantastic. Lin Yijun swallowed. The morsel slid down his throat and warmed his stomach. One side of him told him: That was mortal food. Why did you eat some lowly mortal food? You have injured your cultivation, for what? That voice sounded like his parents. Lin Yijun unconsciously reached out for a second dumpling, this time covering it with more of that dipping sauce. The flavour of the dumpling was even more enhanced. Was this how Zhou Sheng felt when eating this? With a soft animal on his lap and that...calming qi from Wen Zhihao? Of course, this is playing around, so it naturally feels better than hard work, Lin Yijun thought. I tell Zhou Sheng to cultivate harder, while Wen Zhihao tells Zhou Sheng to consume mortal food and relax. It is superficially easier to prefer Wen Zhihaos company. Wen Zhihao sipped some cool and refreshing watermelon juice. Lin-shixiong, I had the impression that you and Zhou Sheng used to be friends when he was still in this sect. Lin Yijun bristled. That is not your business. Wen Zhihaos calmness didnt waver. I was curious why you didnt help out with Zhou Shengs project. Some cultivators who did not know Zhou Sheng helped. Yet you, who was his friend, didnt Lin Yijun felt that like a stab in his heart. The revelation that followed came like a crushing blow to his chest. Zhou Sheng had been his friend and had been his only friend. Didnt he know better how Zhou Sheng had been a victim of other slave traders? And yet, Lin Yijun hadnt helped him. Why had he let his pride get in the way of helping his only friend? Wen Zhihao helped Zhou Sheng. And yet, Lin Yijun, who had known Zhou Sheng for years, had not. Heavy guilt grew from the stab in his heart, followed by aching loneliness. Lin Yijun moved the food box to the ground and buried his face in the wolfs fur. Sending charcoal in the snow is better than adding flowers to a brocade.1Helping someone in their time of need versus flattering someone when they''re doing well. Lin Yijun had only approved of Zhou Sheng when he had been doing well. But in Zhou Shengs time of need, Lin Yijun did not give him assistance. Lin Yijuns eyes grew sour. Who did he have? Grudging respect from his peers, duty from his elders, and friends who only made nice to him because they wanted some kind benefit. Zhou Sheng had been his only true friend, and Lin Yijun had lost him. Arooo? the wolf whined softly. She tilted her head and wrapped her tail around Lin Yijun. A lump grew in Lin Yijuns throat. Lin-shixiong, tell me what the problem is, Wen Zhihao said softly. I...I didnt trust him, Lin Yijun choked out. He made a big mistake. He made it multiple times. He didnt believe Zhou Sheng all those times he tried to talk to him. If Zhou Sheng had talked about his worries to Wen Zhihao, Wen Zhihao would have listened. It was.no wonder Zhou Sheng preferred Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao extended his qi aura over Lin Yijun, soothing the edges that were starting to poke out again. En, then you can apologise, Wen Zhihao advised. Everyone makes mistakes and everyone has the capacity to learn. Lin Yijun didnt look up from the dark fur of the demonic wolf stretched over his lap. Wen Zhihao almost thought that Lin Yijun had fallen asleep, when Lin Yijun spoke up in a tiny voice, Is apologising enough? It depends on the person. Perhaps try talking to Zhou Sheng. Speak truthfully to him, and listen carefully to him. Dont let things fester and become a heart demon. Lin Yijun didnt reply beyond the slightest nod, but Wen Zhihao didnt mind. He could already enjoy the more peaceful and stable atmosphere now that Lin Yijun had calmed down. Taking out some bedding, Wen Zhihao stretched out to sleep. Lin Yijun faintly stroked the wolfs fur. It was quiet in the room, but for the sounds of breathing and the wolfs occasional quiet aroo-like noise. It was peaceful like his courtyard, but it wasnt lonely. Meanwhile, elsewhere on the continent: Li Fanghua made a face when her alarm system alerted her that someone was outside her workshop and that it wasnt her cute and sword-happy girlfriend. She grudgingly activated her time-stop talisman on her experiment and took off her apron and went to see the visitor. Oh, Zhou Sheng, she greeted. Back so soon? Zhou Sheng was no-nonsense, handing over a piece of paper. The other cultivator liked your craft, but had this in mind to enhance it. Li Fanghua took the piece of paper. Immediately, she knew what it was, without Zhou Shengs explanation. It was a printer. A modern-Earth-day style printer adapted for this xianxia world. A printer! Li Fanghua felt a headache. That meant the other person was a transmigrator. Was he also a protagonist? Dont tell me hes embroiled in a dog-blood romance too, Li Fanghua muttered. She had already helped a handful of dog blood BL couples and averted the tragic accidental deaths of multiple sisters/mothers/daughters. Lucky for Li Fanghua''s mindset, she didnt see the brief heavy look in Zhou Shengs eyes. No, he and his Dao Companion are very loving. They have already started to raise some children who do not have suitable parents. Li Fanghua gave a sigh of relief. She raised the paper in her hand. I know what this cultivator wants. Ill notify you when Im done. Thank you. He also wanted to give you these as payment And so a confused Li Fanghua came into possession of some rocks and paper with messy scribbles on them. After Zhou Sheng left, Li Fanghua immediately put the items into her isolation box. Whatever these things were, she didnt need their interference in her work, thanks! Wen Zhihao: *achoo* Sun Fuyu: !!! Someone is thinking something bad about Wen-ge???? *puts a hand on his sword* 77. Sun Fuyu wants to flip a table I forgot to say in the last chapter, that the scene with Li Fanghua was meant like a bonus or extra scene, like a mini crossover with a story that does not exist beyond its summary and my haphazard notes... ???? In the quiet room, Lin Yijun envisioned the words he could say to Zhou Sheng. He had to think about how he felt about Zhou Shengs demonic cultivation, how he could explain his own actions, and how to apologise. All those times that Zhou Sheng came to him, trusting him to help...why hadnt he seen that Zhou Sheng had tried? He regretted it, so, so much. His heart ached. He wanted to see Zhou Sheng again... Lin Yijun had another dumpling, but he couldnt eat any more. He closed the food box and placed it into his spatial storage. His eyes wandered to the sleeping form of Disciple Wen. The angle of the sunlight had become steeper as the sun moved across the sky. The qi in the air ebbed and flowed like waves across the sea and the sand. A lot of that qi was absorbed, especially the qi coming from the sunlight. Was Wen Zhihao truly sleeping, or was he cultivating with bad form? One was never meant to fall asleep during meditative cultivation. Lin Yijuns eyes started to grow heavy. He caught himself and sat up straight and with good posture. With a deep breath, he dispelled the sleepiness. Disciple Wen. Wen Zhihao did not move. Disciple Wen, Lin Yijun repeated louder. Disciple Wen, not everyone has time to sleep. A...ah? Wen Zhihao closed his drooling mouth and blinked dazedly at the other cultivator. Oh yeah, they were supposed to be in the middle of kitten dog therapy! He rubbed his bleary eyes. Is there something the matter, Lin-shixiong? he asked with a yawn. I must get going. Look after the demonic wolf. Lin Yijun nudged the beast still sleeping across his lap. The wolf gave a grumble of discontent as she rolled over onto the mats. Freed, his lap colder, Lin Yijun stood up. Wen Zhihao shifted his bones and stood up too. He took out a fairly symmetric and pleasing-looking calming stone and gave that to Lin Yijun. Have this, Zhou Sheng also has one too. Lin Yijun accepted it. Good day, Disciple Wen. Take care of yourself, Lin-shixiong. Lin Yijun left first, while Wen Zhihao looked at the dog still flopped on the floor. I have to go and pick up the children now. Should I take you back to Huang Jialing? The wolfs ears perked up. She immediately got up on her feet. Awoof! Go with you! Ill have to ask Huang Jialing Woof woof! No need, I can decide for myself! Go with you! Wen Zhihao didnt understand, so he took the dog and went to see Huang Jialing. Huang Jialing waved a hand at him. She can do whatever she wants until Cultivator Tan comes back. The wolf gleefully tackled Wen Zhihao, making Wen Zhihao carry it like a giant baby. Woof! That afternoon, a very happy wolf rolled around and played with the human children, while Wen Zhihao relaxed and occasionally wrote some talismans. The next day, the children didnt have any school. So on that morning, instead of sitting inside listening to an old scholar, they and their Uncle and Little Uncle could all be found at Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmins training courtyard. At the center of the courtyard, Liu Zhongmin and some of her disciples, including Sun Fuyu, were practising new forms. Swords glinted and sliced through the air. On the side, Wen Zhihao sat and admired the handsome Sun Fuyu. The way his hair flowed and his robes fluttered was very aesthetic. The children sat down in a row on either side of him, hands holding up their little faces as they watched too. Little Uncle is awesome, Ruan Lanxi said, her eyes sparkling. En, came the little chorus of agreement. Uncle, can you use a sword too? Ah-Yi asked. Nope, Wen Zhihao said without a drop of embarrassment. Different people are suited to different activities. The children nodded wisely. The training in the courtyard halted for a noon break. Sun Fuyu put his sword away and came over. Not playing with the cats? he asked. Little Uncle is awesome. Ruan Lanxi told him earnestly. She jumped to her feet, holding an imaginary sword. Swish! Woosh! Laughter made Ruan Lanxi stop and turn red with embarrassment. It was from Liu Zhongmin, strolling over. Liu Zhongmin smiled warmly at the little Ruan Lanxi. Youre all old enough to begin meditative and martial cultivation, she said thoughtfully. The childrens eyes widened. Liu Zhongmin barely restrained her urge to pinch their little cheeks. On this day of the week, Disciple Wen and Disciple Sun usually have their own business, am I correct? Why dont I look after these children today? I and my other disciples would love to teach them. And not just them, but the other mortals too. Sun Fuyus cheeks reddened slightly in shyness. His shifu knew that he had weekly dates with Wen-ge. Wen Zhihao turned to the children. Well, do you want Senior Cultivator Liu to teach you? Uncle and Little Uncle would be back by bedtime. Xiao Bai was hesitant, but the other children, especially Ruan Lanxi, nodded their heads, their eyes shining. Xiao Bai will be with us! Ah-Yi added in a warm voice. En. Xiao Bai finally nodded too. Thank you very much for your offer, Senior Liu, Wen Zhihao said. Ill take them to lunch first, and then well be back. Take your time, Ill be waiting here, Liu Zhongmin said warmly. Liu Zhongmin waved them off and then turned around. The hour or so that they had lunch would give Liu Zhongmin to find her recently-returned Elder Liu Ru, and show her how cute the children were. If she couldnt adopt Sun Fuyu, surely she could adopt one of the others, right? Hmm, she should practice some pleading looks in front of a mirror before looking for her wife After handing the little ones and bigger ones over to Liu Zhongmins care, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu held each others hands and strolled through the sect. Today, they decided not to go anywhere fancy. They simply walked out of the Sect and into the surrounding forest. With the autumn, some of the trees had turned golden. Sunlight made its way through the increased gaps in the tree cover, and the forest canopy rippled with green and fire-like leaves. Wait, Xiao Yu. Wen Zhihao squatted down to the ground, still holding Sun Fuyus hand. He picked a nice shiny rock from the ground with his free hand and transferred it to one of his spatial rings. The corners of Sun Fuyus lips curled up at his ges behaviour. Wen-ge, isnt there a patch of late-growing chrysanthemums nearby? He tugged his ges hand. Wen Zhihao nodded, standing up again. He was happy for Sun Fuyu to lead him. They hadnt reached their destination when Sun Fuyu tensed. He turned his head and looked behind them, his eyes narrowing. Ah? Wen Zhihao also looked back. With a light thump, Lin Yijun jumped off his flying sword. The sword flew neatly to his side. Disciple Wen. Disciple Sun. Lin Yijun grimaced slightly at Sun Fuyu, but on this matter, he really couldnt wait any longer. The thoughts had started to go round and round in a frustrating way again...and the only person he could think to talk to was Wen Zhihao. Disciple Wen, a word in private? Sun Fuyus jaw tightened. Wen-ge and I have barely spent some time alone! At least the children are sweet when they interrupt, but Senior Lin Yijun is not! He tightened his hold of Wen-ges hand. Fanart time ?? Zhou Sheng and Lin Yijun by Benomora! 78. Beautiful Wen Zhihao brushed a thumb over the back of Sun Fuyus hand. Xiao Yu, just wait for a little while I talk to Senior Lin, okay? Sun Fuyu suppressed his aggrievement. En. He unwillingly let go of Wen-ges hand. Wen Zhihao followed Lin Yijun a couple of paces away from Sun Fuyu. Lin Yijun took out a small bell. Upon tapping it, it gave a quiet ding as a small sphere of privacy emerged around them. Lin Yijun exhaled slightly. Despite the privacy sphere, he couldnt help but lower his voice. Disciple Wen...how does one hypothetically apologise? Aside from saying sorry? Wen Zhihao took a moment to think. You could also admit your wrongs, and define how you will fix those wrongs and carry that out. Lin Yijuns brows creased. Yes, I know. But how? Whats the best way? His voice became tight and strained towards the end. Wen Zhihao recalled all the major apologies he had seen in the media. You could write an apology letter. You could bow or kowtow. Do what the other party wants in order to fix the problem. Donate large amounts of money to charity. Agree to step down from your position Or, ignore the problem, use power and money to suppress the opposition...but Wen Zhihao wasnt going to tell Lin Yijun that. Lin Yijuns frown deepened. Wen Zhihao smiled faintly. Lin-shixiong, every apology is different, and the relationship between you and the other party affects this. If you were wronged, what kind of apology would you want? As long as you speak earnestly and listen without interrupting in turn, any stumbles and misunderstandings can be resolved. You make it sound so easy, Lin Yijun said. But the outcome will be worth it. If Lin Yijun was successful, not only would the two of them sort out their problems, but Lin Yijun could also stop stalking him and contact Zhou Sheng directly, and the Golden Sun Sect would become more peaceful Lin Yijun lowered his head slightly. Its best to get it over and done with as soon as possible, Wen Zhihao advised. Why dont you send a letter to Zhou Sheng? Lin Yijun exhaled slightly. Yes. His heart began thumping nervously as he started drafting such a letter in his mind. With a letter, he could avoid saying anything wrong, right? But then, would it be too impersonal? What if Zhou Sheng simply destroyed it? Looking at the tense Lin Yijun, Wen Zhihaos heart stirred with pity. Lin-shixiong, if you do end up seeing Zhou Sheng, you can give him this. Wen Zhihao took out a new food box that Aunty Liu Jing made just this morning, along with a small stoppered jar. And Cultivator Huang has made these anti-cat-allergy pills. Lin Yijuns train of thought was disrupted. Inhaling qi, exhaling air, he managed to calm down and accepted the two items. He could say sorry to Zhou Sheng. He could admit...that he was wrong. He could find a way to make it up to Zhou Sheng, and they could be friends again. Jiayou, Lin-shixiong, Wen Zhihao said encouragingly. Lin Yijun frowned. Add oil [jiayou]? What kind of oil do I need to add? Ah, woops. Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. No, no oil. Good luck, Lin-shixiong. Take a deep breath and exhale. Lin Yijun breathed and sighed lightly on the exhale. Yes. He took down the privacy sphere by tapping on the bell once more. After a moment of hesitation, he added, Thank you, Disciple Wen. Nothing to worry about, Wen Zhihao said. His eyes softened at the poor Lin Yijun, and added some comforting words: Itll be alright, Lin-shixiong. Lin Yijun nodded. Seeing Sun Fuyu hurry towards Wen Zhihao, Lin Yijun turned away. Say sorry. Admit wrongs. Fix those wrongs. With that in his head, he stepped on his sword and flew back to the sect. Sun Fuyu reached out and looped his arm around Wen Zhihaos. He subtly probed his Wen-ges aura, and only relaxed when he found nothing wrong. Everyone needs help sometimes, even someone like Senior Lin, Wen Zhihao said, patting Sun Fuyus arm. Senior Lin is unlucky he doesnt have a great Xiao Yu. Sun Fuyu softened. Senior Lin is unlucky he doesnt have a great Wen-ge! He tugged Wen-ge forward. Wen-ge, the chrysanthemums are this way. They had taken perhaps five steps before Zhou Sheng emerged out of the forest ahead of them. Sun Fuyus sword hand twitched. Sun Fuyu, my apologies, Zhou Sheng said with a curt nod to Sun Fuyu. Wen Zhihao, I had come to tell you that Li Fanghua can make your device. However, why did I see you talking to him? Sun Fuyu bristled. If it had been Lin Yijun who interrupted them again, Sun Fuyu would have stabbed him. As it was, he grudgingly nodded to Zhou Sheng. Senior Zhou, it is not that Wen-ge talked to Senior Lin, but Senior Lin talked to Wen-ge. Zhou Sheng frowned. Why? Sun Fuyu opened his mouth, but then Wen Zhihao laughed. What a series of coincidences! It had to be due to Lin Yijuns and Zhou Shengs combined main-character auras. Its very good that youre here, Wen Zhihao said. Lin Yijun wants to talk to you. Maybe you can talk to him. Zhou Shengs aura sharpened into spikes. Aiya. Wen Zhihaos voice softened. Zhou Sheng, you seem to have a heart knot corresponding to Lin Yijun. Go talk to him. Weaken your heart demons. While you know many things, Lin Yijun doesnt know them, and how can he know if you never tell him? Sun Fuyu nodded along with Wen Zhihaos words. You should talk to him, otherwise youll both qi deviate because of the other, and that would be messy, he said directly to Zhou Sheng. Two Nascent Soul cultivators exploding, no good. Dont make us clean up. Zhou Shengs lips twitched at Sun Fuyus words, half in amusement and half in annoyance. Go, you can catch Lin Yijun easily, right? Sun Fuyu urged. Dispelling a heart demon will benefit your cultivation. That is my business. Zhou Shengs mouth filled with a sourness at seeing how Sun Fuyu was standing protectively next to Wen Zhihao, and how Wen Zhihao placed a placating hand on Sun Fuyus arm. Dog blood drama? Theyre spreading dog food instead. Ill be going. Enjoy your afternoon. Zhou Sheng disappeared back into the forest. Sun Fuyu continued staring until Zhou Shengs aura disappeared. But even then, he couldnt relax. Who would appear next? A demonic wolf? A lost child? Wang Li Wei??? He went cross-eyed when his two cheeks were suddenly squeezed. Hmm, what kind of thoughts is Xiao Yu thinking? Does Xiao Yu want to chase down Zhou Sheng? Wen Zhihao teased. Shouldnt Xiao Yu be thinking about me? he coaxed. Sun Fuyu pouted. Wen-ge, he managed to mumble. He went cross-eyed again when Wen-ge placed a light kiss on his nose. Better? Wen Zhihao released Sun Fuyus face. En, Sun Fuyu said in a quiet voice. Its good to help others when they need it, Wen Zhihao added. I know, Sun Fuyu said glumly. His Wen-ge was so good that even seniors wanted Wen-ges advice. Even though the seniors should know better than to interrupt them! Why couldnt they make appointments? Wen Zhihao was soon going to become a senior too! Show Wen-ge the flowers? Wen Zhihao prompted. En. Sun Fuyu held Wen Zhihaos hand firmly and kept alert for any more intruders. It didnt take long for Sun Fuyu to spot the flowers. He turned his head to watch Wen-ges reactions when the yellow and orange chrysanthemums emerged in front of them. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened. As the wind blew lightly, the flowers swayed, their earthy scents carried in the breeze. Its very beautiful. Sun Fuyu continued looking at his Wen-ge. En. A guilty blush rose to his cheeks when Wen-ge turned to face him with a soft smile in his eyes. Lets find a good place to sit down. Sun Fuyu averted his eyes. Um, there, that is a good place, Wen-ge. Skirting around the field to avoid crushing the flowers, the two golden robed cultivators sat down on a small green hill overlooking the chrysanthemums. Zhou Sheng flew through the forest, away from the Golden Sun Sect, a disdainful look on his face. Heart demons? Tch, as though hed deviate due to that self-righteous Lin Yijun! A pain stabbed his head, forcing him to stop. Lashing wind, Lin Yijun pointing his sword at him, lightning crashing down Zhou Sheng scrambled to take out the calming stone, cursing these flashes. Fine. Fine. Perhaps these dreams were trying to tell him that he needed to speak with Lin Yijun too. Zhou Sheng turned around and flew back towards the Golden Sun Sect, making sure to avoid Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu. He reached out his qi and soon found that familiar Lin Yijun heading towards the demonic cats enclosures. Zhou Shengs eyes narrowed. There you are. Lin Yijun was peering through the lattice fence of the enclosure for the small demonic beasts, who Wen Zhihao called kittens. They were not as intimidating as the grown beasts in the other enclosure. Lin Yijun was about to take out an anti-cat-allergy pillhe should test them, after allwhen someone grabbed the back of his robes. Urrk!! he choked. Stay quiet, a voice hissed as the person dragged Lin Yijun onto a flying polearm Lin Yijuns eyes widened as his heart thumped. Zhou Sheng? he whispered. Zhou Sheng grunted. He didnt speak further until they were outside the Sect walls. There, he let go of Lin Yijun, uncaring of how Lin Yijun landed on the ground. He righted his polearm, resting its blunt end on the ground, the blade upright and glinting. What do you want to tell me? he demanded. Lin Yijuns mind went horribly blank as he stared at Zhou Shengs familiar face. What happened to all his rehearsing? What happened to the things Wen Zhihao told him? I...I. And make it quick! Do you want me to repay you for saving me? Then Ill do it, and we never have to see each other again! A sharp pain stabbed Lin Yijuns heart. No He fell to his knees, hands on the dirty ground as he kowtowed. Im sorry, Zhou Sheng. Im sorry for so many things. Author, after this chapter: _(:3)_ Can''t make Wen Zhihao know too much about apologies Don''t forget to submit your art to Chrysanthemum Garden if you want to be part of the prize draw thingy! 79. I’m sorry. Zhou Sheng stared down at the cowed form of Lin Yijun. He had a sense of unreality. Was this just another weird dream? But the scene remained unchanged. Lin Yijun was kowtowing to him. Lin Yijun was apologising to him. Zhou Sheng squashed down the fluttering feeling in his chest and sneered instead. What do you want from me? he said sharply. Lowering your head to demonic cultivator trash? Oh, if your parents saw you now, they would be so disappointed. Lin Yijuns eyes soured as his chest tightened. He raised his head, looking up at Zhou Shengs harsh eyes. No, no. Youre not trash. Youre far from it! Zhou Sheng, we were friends before, it wasnt something you thought wrongly. It was I...I who did not help you as a friend should have. Im sorry. Lin Yijun lowered his head to the ground again. You dont need to forgive me, but I hope I can earn it. With his eyes to the ground, Lin Yijun couldnt even see Zhou Shengs boots. He could only comfort himself with his awareness of Zhou Shengs aura and the breathing and rustling sounds. But after a long time, Zhou Sheng remained silent. Lin Yijun cautiously raised his head again. Seeing Zhou Shengs glare, Lin Yijuns heart skipped a beat. Zhou Sheng...Zhou-shidi Dont call me that! Zhou Shengs polearm banged on the ground. Lin Yijun lowered his head once more. I didnt listen to you when you were struggling. If you want to return to the Golden Sun Sect as a blood cultivator, as a senior cultivator, as an inner disciple, I will make it happen. You are still eradicating slave-traders, I will accompany you to help You The accidental soft word was cut off with gritted teeth. Zhou Sheng coarsened his tone. Why would I want to return to the Golden Sun Sect? Youre so privileged, Lin Yijun. Lin Yijun reflexively wanted to deny it, but he swallowed those words and said instead, Im sorry. Zhou Sheng snorted. I bet you dont even know. From the very beginning, you were born into money, family, influence. You did nothing, and yet you started up high in the sky! And what was I? Some trash you picked up from the streets, who couldnt even reach the Golden Core stage. Dont tell me you didnt know what they said about me. Lin Yijuns eyes prickled. They said I climbed into your bed! That I was trying to corrupt you! That you would be better off throwing me back with the scum. They said I was hugging your thigh! Fucking hypocrites! Either you knew they were saying that and you let themso of course, theyd continue!or you were too self-absorbed to know at all! A sharp breath forced its way through Zhou Shengs gritted teeth. Lin Yijun swallowed. The truth was that he had heard those rumours. But he had dismissed them as beneath him...he hadnt considered the fact that they impacted Zhou Sheng a lot more than they affected him. Im sorry. Ill stop any such rumours. Theyre not true. If anything, I unfairly spent time with you...you were the only one I... The words caught in Lin Yijuns throat. What? The only one I liked to spend time with After speaking the words, Lin Yijun suddenly felt that they were very ambiguous. Zhou Shengs heart inexplicably fluttered. He turned his head away slightly. I was...actually worried when you suddenly disappeared, Lin Yijun said. ...I didnt tell you. You were right the first time. I am...was...your friend. I was a bad one, Lin Yijun said softly. Zhou Shengs worldview flipped again. His past perception of Lin Yijun hadnt been wrong. Lin Yijun had considered him a friend. It hadnt all been in his head. It was just that Lin Yijun was awkward...and Zhou Sheng was too. They didnt talk about these things, not in this way We were both each others first friend? Zhou Sheng said quietly. En. Silence descended. Both their faces had turned slightly red, and both of them were glad that the other couldnt see. Finally, Zhou Sheng took a step closer to Lin Yijun, his shadow falling over Lin Yijuns head. Black, red-rimmed boots came into Lin Yijuns view, as did the metal-capped bottom of the polearm. Probationary, Zhou Sheng said. Lin Yijun raised his head in confusion. Ah? He made a face when the bottom of Zhou Shengs polearm tapped his hair bun. Get up. If you are willing to speak to a demonic cultivator, then who am I to stop you? Lin Yijun slowly rose to his feet. I will take your goodwill seriously. The corner of his lips curled into an unfamiliar smile shape. Thank you, Zhou Sheng. Zhou Sheng made a face. Dont be so polite, ba. Seeing a smile on the serious Lin Yijuns face was very disconcerting. These are for you. Lin Yijun politely presented a small jade bottle of high-grade healing pills and a talisman that created a barrier capable of blocking a Late-Stage Nascent Soul attack. Zhou Sheng didnt move his hands. No need. Dont be polite, Lin Yijun said. These items cannot make up for all the times I didnt protect you. You are not indebted to me. It is I to you. Zhou Shengs eyes lowered slightly as he accepted the jade bottle and the talisman. Ill take them since thatll make you feel better, Zhou Sheng mumbled. With the same politeness, Lin Yijun presented the food box. And this was entrusted to me by Disciple Wen to deliver to you. Zhou Shengs lips twitched. ...Wen Zhihao told me to talk to you. He told the same to me, Lin Yijin said. Their two eyes met as they shared a moment of commiseration and grudging gratitude to Wen Zhihao. Lin Yijun broke the silence. Where are you going? Ill accompany you. Im going to catch some mortal scum, Zhou Sheng said idly. There will be blood. Lin Yijun didnt flinch. Ill accompany you. Zhou Sheng shrugged. Suit yourself. If you can keep up with me. He released his polearm, the weapon falling into a horizontal position. With a light jump onto the staff, Zhou Sheng rose into the air. Lin Yijun followed a split second later and the two of them flew away from the sect, one golden-robed, one black-robed. Lin Yijun guiltily sent a message back to the Sect of his sudden unavailability, but another part of him was as light as the air that brushed past him and Zhou Sheng. The anxiety and stress that had been rummaging in his chest and stomach had started to fade away. He was tentatively friends with Zhou Sheng again. He would not meet Zhou Sheng on the battlefield this time around. Perhaps his rebirth wasnt to defeat the demonic sects in the future war but to change his fate with Zhou Sheng. The Heavens rumbled right at that moment, but whether it was in agreement or discontent, Lin Yijun did not care to decipher: Zhou Sheng had sped up now that Lin Yijun finished sending his message, and Lin Yijun had to fly faster. ...If the children do become sword cultivators, then they could attend the Sects school, Wen Zhihao was musing. That would save time on travel. En. Sun Fuyu hesitated. Um, Wen-ge. Hm? Can I see your sword? I know youre no longer a sword-cultivator, but I was thinking Baffled, Wen Zhihao took out his sword from his spatial ring, which meant taking out the flying cart it was attached to. Can I? Go ahead, Wen Zhihao said, still confused. Sun Fuyu nodded and untied the sword from the cart. All magical swords need maintenance. Since Wen-ge is no longer a sword-cultivator, Wen-ge hasnt learnt about what needs to be done when your cultivation rises. Ah. Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. Then Ill entrust Xiao Yu to help me. Then he remembered something else. Xiao Yu, you maintain your sword. Then you also upgrade it as your cultivation increases? En. Shifu Liu has taught me basic techniques. Wouldnt it be easier to simply buy a new sword that is, say, made specifically for a Golden Core cultivator? The sword at Sun Fuyus side vibrated slightly. Sun Fuyu patted the hilt. I like my sword. It has grown stronger with me. It feels like a part of me. Wen Zhihao smiled secretively. I see... Sun Fuyu reached out to Wen Zhihaos swords spirit. Most weapon spirits had some level of violence, as was their nature, and Sun Fuyu knew that many of them would never listen to their wielders command to pull a mortal cart. However, this sword had been alongside Wen-ge even more than Sun Fuyu had been. It had become easygoing and had even thoughtfully blunted its blade edge, completely accepting its new life as a flying sword rather than a fighting sword. It peacefully let Sun Fuyu examine it. Even though Sun Fuyu was happy that the sword accepted him, it also made him even more worried for Wen-ge. Sun Fuyu needed to cultivate, but then during those times, who would protect Wen Zhihao? If the sword remained tied up with the cart, then Wen-ge wouldnt even be able to use the sword at all! Wen-ge, you dont need to use your sword to pull the cart. It is possible to manipulate and circulate qi directly in the cart to allow it to fly like the sword. Wen Zhihao blinked. Xiao Yu, youre so smart! he praised. This way, I can stand in the cart with the children. Let me practice right now! Sun Fuyu secretly signed in relief as Wen Zhihao jumped up. And so, while Sun Fuyu conducted maintenance of Wen Zhihaos sword, Wen Zhihao practised manipulating the cart. At first, Wen Zhihao stood at the center of the cart, and then at the edge of the card. With a bit of experimentation though, he figured out how to pilot the cart while sitting downthis would be very useful for long flights because he could sit down instead of standing the entire time! Unfortunately, lying down while flying would be very irresponsible... Fanart corner! Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao in Sunflower by Sin! Wen Zhihao Making Talismans by Conni! and Zhou Sheng in I''m Not the Bad Guy by Amara! And you can also read Benomoras fanfic on Wattpad now~ On other news, the BLBL Newsletter for July 2021 is up, and the schedule for the BL & Writing Workshop (24th July 2021) is now available! 80. Cat-allergy? Sounds fake! afflinghaze Sun Fuyu spent the entire afternoon secretly teaching Wen-ges sword some defensive techniques. He spent a lot of time just convincing the sword, and finally coaxed it by saying, its not technically fighting, its defending! If you are unable to defend Wen-ge, what if someone else takes you away? When Wen Zhihao returned from his trip collecting rocks and flowers, he saw that little tense frown on Sun Fuyus face as he communicated silently with the sword. So Wen Zhihao sat down quietly next to Sun Fuyu and did some actual work writing the nice talismans for his quota. At this rate, hell finish them ahead of the deadline. When dinner time arrived, Sun Fuyu still wasnt happy with the progress. Wen-ge, Im not finished yet Hm, keep the sword then, Wen Zhihao said easily. Now that he could use the cart to fly, he didnt really need the sword anymore, though the sword was faster and shiny and more cultivator-aesthetic. Sun Fuyus brows pinched together. No, Ill definitely give it back whenever I need to leave! Wen-ge, you must keep the sword with you! Ill listen to you. Sun Fuyu pouted. Youre simply saying that you coax me. Wen Zhihaos eyes curved as he smiled. He reached out and patted Sun Fuyus head. But I want to make you happy. Sun Fuyus eyes softened. Mm, he hummed quietly. But for now, why not take a break? Aunty Liu packed some food for us. Sun Fuyu nodded. He set Wen Zhihaos sword down alongside his own sword so that they could get to know each other. Wen Zhihao took out the food. Due to their outdoor-away-from-the-sect location, one of the dishes contained the very fragrant durian. Sun Fuyu was about to pick up his bowl and chopsticks but then paused. He withdrew his hands, placing them on his lap. Wen-ge Wen Zhihao stopped. Not hungry? Did you really offer to hand feed Zhou Sheng? Wen Zhihao blinked. He tilted his head thoughtfully. Did I? Sun Fuyu nodded somberly. En, Zhou Sheng told me. Sun Fuyus bottom lip stuck out slightly. Why did you offer? Zhou Sheng is our senior! Did you really hand feed him, Wen-ge? He looked at Wen Zhihao, his eyes slightly watery and his brows pinched upwards in a puppy-dog expression. Wen Zhihao uncontrollably reached out and pinched Xiao Yus cheek. Wen-ge! Sun Fuyu grumbled, his pout deepening coquettishly. Wen Zhihao suppressed a smile. He stopped pinching Xiao Yus cheek and tapped him on the nose instead. Ive never hand-fed Zhou Sheng, Wen Zhihao assured him. Im not sure Ive handfed anyone. The children can all feed themselves. Alright, sit closer to me, Xiao Yu Sun Fuyus eyes brightened and his pout disappeared. He shuffled closer to Wen-ge until their thighs pressed against each other. He placed his hands in his lap and looked expectantly at Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao smiled, while internally, his heart strongly urged him to pinch Xiao Yus cheeks again. Okay, open wide, Xiao Yu. Sun Fuyu obediently opened his mouth. With a spoon and chopsticks, Wen Zhihao carefully fed Sun Fuyu one soup dumpling. Good? Mmm! The dumpling soup tasted sweeter than usual in Sun Fuyus mouth. This made Sun Fuyu Wen-ges first! Sun Fuyu rubbed his shoulder against Wen-ge. After swallowing, he said, Now for Wen-ge. With an exquisitely controlled qi blade, he sliced one of the scallion pancakes into single-bite-sized pieces. He used his own chopsticks to pick one up, dipped it in sauce, and held it out to Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao leaned forward slightly and accepted the flaky and aromatic morsel of food. Then it was his turn to feed Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu exuded happiness. When Wen-ge fed him a spoonful of mango-tapioca soup, he forgave Zhou Sheng for interrupting them before. After they finished eating, Sun Fuyu leaned against Wen-ge and together, they watched the sunset over the field of chrysanthemum flowers. Warm and content, Sun Fuyu forgot about Lin Yijuns earlier interruption. Hmm, now he needed to convince Wen-ge to make some attack and defensive talismans... Over the next few days, Sun Fuyu would teach Wen Zhihaos sword in the evenings after he returned from his missions or cultivation practice. Meanwhile, Wen Zhihao started to read up on offensive and defensive talismans because Sun Fuyu had asked him if he knew how to make some new kindsand he didnt want to disappoint. Five days later, Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng returned to the Golden Sun Sect. Since I kidnapped you outside the beasts enclosures, I should return you there, Zhou Sheng joked. It was early in the morning, and Wen Zhihao wasnt at the enclosures. The two of them nodded politely when a junior cultivator, Wang Li Wei, hurried out of the small beasts enclosure with a red face. Here you are, Zhou Sheng said. Lin Yijun frowned slightly. Youre leaving right away? You like these beasts, dont you? I shouldnt enter Just go in if you wish, at your own peril, a passing-by Huang Jialing threw out. Then the big ones, Zhou Sheng said. Lin Yijun let Zhou Sheng enter first, while he quickly swallowed an anti-cat-allergy pill. Zhou Sheng wasnt stupidhe noticed Lin Yijun swallowing an unknown pill. But that was Lin Yijuns business. Zhou Sheng brightened when one of the large furry beasts padded its way towards him. The beast circled him and rubbed against him. - Human smells a bit like sleepy human~ - Stupid cat, demonic cultivator human has a sleepy stone! Seeing Zhou Sheng pet the fluffy demonic cat, Lin Yijun bolstered his courage and walked next to Zhou Sheng. Lin Yijun reached out The cat dodged and rubbed against Zhou Sheng on the other side. Lin Yijuns hand froze mid-air. Zhou Sheng smirked. Likes me more. Lin Yijun pulled his hand back. You are more familiar, he said stiffly. Across the enclosure, he spotted the large white cat that he had petted previously. It was lying down, stretched out in the sunlight. With an upright and serious posture, Lin Yijun approached it. But as Lin Yijun crouched down, the cat rolled away from him. The rejection stabbed Lin Yijun in the chest. He stiffly stood up once more. Zhou Sheng sniggered. Seeing Lin Yijun pompously expression of, I meant for that to happen, Zhou Sheng couldnt help but laugh. Oh, Lin Yijun...They dont...they dont Aiya, look, even the other beasts were moving out of Lin Yjiuns path! Lin Yijun scowled at the ground. This was the first time he had ever heard Zhou Sheng laugh, but did it have to be at his own expense? He wanted to pet a demonic cat too! Last time, the white one had let him, but why not now? The difference was...Wen Zhihao? Outside the enclosure, Huang Jialing could hear and understand the cats talk. - Grrrr! This human didnt like us before! He sneezed so much!! Snot all over my fur, urrggh! - His face went all red too! He was very angry!! - Didnt sleepy human say it was a cat allergy? - Who made him allergic, hm? Who would be allergic to us? Are humans allergic to other humans? NO! He clearly dislikes us and made an excuse! - Cat allergy? Sounds fake! - I saw him hugging that dog. He doesnt need us anyway. - Hes coming over here. Get out of my way, you stupid cat! Huang Jialing: ... She suddenly felt that Lin Yijun was extremely pitiful. I really love the comments, and it''s so sweet when you answer each other''s comments! XD Fanart corner time! ???? Youthful Serenity by Hullo Not everyone submitted to CG 10k event, but for those who did, you can see their fanart/fanfic here. I''ve also finally made a page for all the fanworks. If I dont have yours...please tell me. Also, if you have a social media link or another location where you posted the artwork publicly, please tell me so that I can add the links in! 81. Cat utopia Huang Jialing debated on whether she should go in and help Senior Lin when Wen Zhihao arrived. Cultivator Huang, Wen Zhihao greeted. Just on time. Disciple Wen, do me a favour and walk into the large enclosure, Huang Jialing said. Wen Zhihao raised his eyebrows. Okay. No need for favours. Technically, he imposed on her quite a lot... He handed the basket of food for the kittens to Huang Jialing and headed into the large cats enclosure. Wen Zhihao was greeted with the sight of Lin Yijun standing on one side of the enclosure, while all the large cats and Zhou Sheng were standing on the other side. He was taken aback at Lin Yijuns sudden desperate look his way. Disciple Wen! Lin Yijun winced and then said in a calmer tone, Disciple Wen, good morning. He couldnt help but stare as numerous beasts wandered over to Wen Zhihao. He took a few steps closer. This time, the cats didnt move far away, deciding that basking in Wen Zhihaos aura was more important than avoiding Lin Yijun. Senior Lin, Senior Zhou, Wen Zhihao greeted as he absently patted some of the cats furry heads. Did you come to play with the cats too? Lin Yijun slowly walked towards Wen Zhihao. Yes, Zhou Sheng likes to pet them a lot. Zhou Sheng snorted. It was clearly Lin Yijun who wanted to pet them, and he was using Zhou Sheng as an excuse. Zhou Sheng smirked. Wen Zhihao, Lin Yijun would like to pet a beast too. Lin Yijun stiffened. I Wen Zhihao glanced between the two of them. Something was going on between them. Hmm, what happens when two protagonists meet? What kind of stories have dual protagonistsBuddy comedies? No, friends to enemies to lovers? Wen Zhihao mentally shrugged. Either way, they had clearly worked out some of their problems and were many more steps away from qi deviation. In that case, dont stand so far away, come closer. Theyre not scary at all, are you? Wen Zhihao directed the last part to a striped cat just as it yawned widely, revealing its sharp teeth. He leaned over and picked up the cat. Senior Lin, you can try feeding them food first. This way, you can be extra assured that they wont hurt you. Lin Yijun nodded jerkily. He did have food in his spatial device because he knew that Zhou Sheng liked to eat. He approached the large creature in Wen Zhihaos arms and held out a piece of meat with a pair of chopsticks. The cat pouted, but none of the humans there recognised his facial expression. Meow he said, aggrievedly. - Since Sleepy Human wants me to be nice, Ill be nice...for now! The cat accepted the food. At least it was delicious: rich meat, filled with a smokey flavour. He opened his mouth expectantly and received a second morsel. Now try scratching just under the chin first. Lin Yijun leaned in and lightly touched the furry chin. I knew it! This cat beast fur is softer! Now sit down next to Zhou Sheng. Avoiding Zhou Shengs eyes, Lin Yijun sat down. This time, he was prepared for the large demonic cat placed down on his lap. Following Wen Zhihaos instructions, he was able to stroke that soft, soft fur. Slowly, the cat started to grudgingly purr. - Haha, traitor cat! You like the snotty human! - No, its because of Sleepy Human, alright???? It feels good! Lin Yijun was finally able to hug a cat. It was comforting and made most of his embarrassment go away. Look, Zhou Sheng was petting a cat too. Zhou Sheng looked at Wen Zhihao with new eyes. Look at how easily he was able to deal with Lin Yijun! I can see why you like these cats, Lin Yijun said stiffly to Zhou Sheng. Theyre certainly different from how they used to be. Yes, some things have changed since you left... Wen Zhihao looked at Zhou Sheng and Lin Yijun talking while petting a big cat each. Satisfied that they were conducting self cat-therapy, he moved away from them, laid out some cushions, and sat down. Many of the cats followed him. With a convenient cat as a backrest, Wen Zhihao examined another defensive-talisman cultivation manual that he had obtained from Senior Qian Jiarui.1aka Huang Jialing''s girlfriend, and senior talisman cultivator (She had raised her eyebrows in askance at his request, as though she was surprised he wanted to study, but had let him borrow some jade slips with information.) Wen Zhihao soon became engrossed in his work, while Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng collapsed into an awkward silence. Zhou Sheng cracked first. He stood up. Ill leave first, he said. Lin Yijuns eyes widened. He then exhaled lightly. No matter how much he wanted to go with Zhou Sheng, he still had responsibilities in the Sect. He reluctantly rose to his feet. The cat gave a little shake and headed directly to Wen Zhihaos side. - Sleepy human! I humoured the snotty human, praise me! Wen Zhihao reached out one absent hand and petted the cat on the head, resulting in a happy purr. Meanwhile, Lin Yijun took out a rare magical treasure from his spatial device: a pair of connected transmission discs. These discs were capable of secure communication thousands of li apart. Before you go, please accept this. He held one out to Zhou Sheng. In this way, you can contact me whenever you need help, or whenever youre nearby. Zhou Sheng stared at the golden discs suspiciously. And so you can track me? he said drily. Lin Yijun winced. As long as you keep it in a spatial device, it wont be traceable. And you can track me. Fine, whatever. Zhou Sheng accepted one disc and immediately put it away. Ill escort you out, Lin Yijun offered. The two of them farewelled Wen Zhihao and left. Wen Zhihao immediately felt cosier. But he valiantly kept his eyes open: he needed to write good talismans for Xiao Yu! Around noon, Huang Jialing came back to the enclosures after dealing with some administration elsewhere in the Sect. Wen Zhihaos cart flew overhead. Huang Jialing was about to head into the main building when she saw a demonic cat opening one of the gates. The cat paused, blinked innocently, and slowly closed the gate. With a deadpan face, Huang Jialing strode forward and undid the clearly useless magical array on the gate that was supposed to keep the beasts in. She opened the gate and gave the cats a stern look. If you want to go after Disciple Wen, then go as you please, she said. Some of you are big enough to head out into the world by yourself. The cats had the grace to give her a guilty look. Not bothering, Huang Jialing left them. Aside from Wen Zhihaos frequent visits, along with his charges, Disciple Wang Li Wei would always come before and after any stressful event, and Cultivator Zhang Wu would drop by whenever he was starting to get angry. And now, Wen Zhihao had taught Zhou Sheng and Lin Yijun how to enter as well. At this rate, she should take down the walls altogether and permanently install a pavilion for all these visitors. Normally, this would be dangerous for the cultivators...but with Wen Zhihaos influence, these demonic beasts no longer had such violent tendencies. One week later, when Zhou Sheng returned, he found that the lattice wall of the enclosures had drastically decreased in height and had become a frame for curling plants instead. He strolled right through the open gate. A pavilion, a fish pond, trees, climbing frames...these new additions were all visible. There were also many demonic cats and many humans. Ahh! Uncle! Little Uncle! Ah-Yi ran towards Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu who were reclining in the shade of a tree. Watch out Xiao Bai followed behind him, worried. Too late, Ah-Yi tripped over a cats tail and face-planted right into golden fur. The tail curled up and patted him on the back. Ah-Yi giggled and pushed himself upright. Little Uncle, someone else is here! Your uncle is sleeping, Sun Fuyu said. Im awake now, Wen Zhihao said, yawning. He soon spotted Zhou Sheng. Senior Zhou, Senior Lin is just behind the pavilion. ...Yes. First, let me give this to you: the completed talisman copier you wanted. Wen Zhihaos eyes lit up. Good, good, he accepted the sleek box. He grinned. It even looked like a printer! Li Fanghua is a genius, he said. Zhou Sheng left Wen Zhihao to explain the magical treasure to Sun Fuyu and curious children. Behind the pavilion, Zhou Sheng found Lin Yijun with a demonic wolf with a swishy tail on his lap and an equally dark-furred cat staring at them, looking like shed pounce on that wagging tail any moment now. Lin Yijun straightened his back, his relaxed expression becoming serious. Good afternoon, Zhou Sheng. I can prepare some spiritual tea. Just tea? Zhou Sheng made a face. Lin Yijun quickly added, I also have dumplings, if youd like. You gave me dumplings the entire time last week, I want something different, Zhou Sheng said. Lin Yijun froze. ...Oh, he said in a tiny voice. He had latched onto the one dish that he knew Zhou Sheng had liked and didnt know anything else. But it was too late to ask Wen Zhihao There is no need, I bought some food. Zhou Shengs eyes twinkled mischievously. Have you ever tried fried stinky tofu? I cant say I have. Then you have to try. The wolf and cat: QAQ!! The demonic wolf and demonic cat fled from the scent, noses twitching. Theyll find some other humans to fulfil their petting needs, thanks! Lin Yijun, staring after the fleeing wolf and cat: No...dont leave me alone!! Zhou Sheng: *evil smirk* Author after this chapter: *hiding emoji* 82. Eh? Your disciple is missing too? Ah? They’re at the demonic beasts’ enclosures?!! afflinghaze By the edge of the pond was a mixed group of male inner and outer sect disciples. ...Whats so good about this place? an outer sect disciple was saying. If you dont want to, then just sit quietly, Wang Li Wei retorted. After long indecision, he had finally agreed to take his friends to where he had been mysteriously disappearing too. The fact that they clearly didnt appreciate it made his glare deepen. Leave and let me cultivate in peace! Some of the friends who werent yet inner sect disciples all paled as they felt the heavy pressure on them. Cultivate! Well cultivate too! Wang Li Wei snorted. He raised his chin pompously. Then sit down. His friends grudgingly sat down. Wang Li Wei stepped them through the process: from handing them food to entice the cats, to teaching them how to pet the cats, to the breathing method that reduced heart demons. Hey, this isnt so bad! I think some of my meridians are less sluggish, another friend agreed. Wang Li Weis chest puffed up proudly. Thats right. Meanwhile, on the other side by a large cat playground, Zhang Wu was showing Hu Jingyan and Gao Ming, two of Liu Zhongmins disciples, the small cats. Theyre so cute, Hu Jingyan said, rubbing a furry face against her cheek. Meow meooowww~ I can see why Sun-shidi frequents this place, Gao Ming agreed. He scratched the little chin of the little cat that had been coaxed into his arms. In fact, this garden is new, Zhang Wu said knowledgeably. Cultivator Huangs transformation of this place is genius. Speak of the devilthe three of them turned their heads towards the approaching Huang Jialing and Qian Jiarui. Oh, good afternoon, Cultivator Huang, Cultivator Qian, Zhang Wu greeted, a little embarrassed. I was showing Cultivator Hu and Cultivator Gao Do as you wish, Huang Jialing said carelessly. Be at ease, Qian Jiarui added. The two women strolled past them, hand-in-hand. Qian Jiarui swept her gaze around, taking in the fruits of her girlfriends labour. It looks very relaxing, to rival the other gardens in the Sect. Are you planning to change cultivation methods now that Disciple Wen has tamed all the demonic beasts? The last part was a tease, but both of them realised that it was...sort of true. Huang Jialing had been focusing more on healing cultivation and pill making lately, instead of training the demonic beasts. They soon came by where Wen Zhihao and the others were sitting. After a round of greetings, Qian Jiaruis eyes narrowed in on the written talisman being ejected from a black box. What is that? Oh, this? Let me show you, Wen Zhihao said, grinning. He liked the feeling of showing off this new cultivatech. (Magictech? Qitech?) Wen Zhihao first used a special brush pen to write a talisman. The brush pen was then inserted into a slot in the black box, qi-infused ink into a compartment, and talisman paper was fed through the top. After pressing some buttons, cooking-fire-talismans emerged from the box, one by one, each of them looking very similar to the original talisman that Wen Zhihao had written. Wen Zhihao handed out the original and printed talismans to Qian Jiarui. Senior Qian, you can check for yourself the effectiveness of these talismans. Qian Jiarui reluctantly accepted the talismans and activated a freshly printed one. Fireless heat immediately issued from it, though it was not hot enough to burn her as a Nascent Soul cultivator. It worked. Like most of Wen Zhihaos talismans, it was not as effective as any other talisman cultivators spell. However, if Wen Zhihao could easily produce twice as many, then it was only a matter of resources, however underutilised. Qian Jiarui frowned. Disciple Wen, if this device produces talismans, then you are not cultivating yourself. Wen Zhihao put on a chagrined smile. Of course, Ill still write all my quota talismans by hand, he assured her, thinking, cultivating myself? When did I ever do that? He still didnt understand how he had reached Late-Stage Golden Core. Meanwhile, Sun Fuyu was confused. If this device could write talismans for Wen-ge, didnt that mean Wen-ge would have more time to sleep and cultivate? Qian Jiarui, who had seen Wen Zhihaos momentary confusion about cultivating himself, was speechless. How had she forgotten Wen Zhihaos nature? She exhaled and echoed the words of her girlfriend earlier: Do as you wish. Huang Jialing patted Qian Jiaruis arm in comfort. Have a good afternoon, Disciple Wen, Disciple Sun, children, Huang Jialing farewelled. Good afternoon, Cultivator Huang, the children chorused. Huang Jialing skipped showing Qian Jiarui the pavilion where Zhou Sheng was coaxing Lin Yijun to try stinky tofu and took her girlfriend straight to the nearest courtyard garden instead. The two of them sat down. Huang Jialing served them both spiritual tea, flavoured cubes of sweet yellow mango. Qian Jiarui picked up her teacup, breathing in the rich qi and sweet fragrance. That Disciple Wen...how exactly does he cultivate? Huang Jialing shrugged. Only the Heavens know. As it is, he causes less trouble than some other junior cultivators. Qian Jiarui smiled wryly. You sound like Elder Liu Ru. If I could achieve a fraction of her wisdom, I would be happy, Huang Jialing replied. While she was gone, I recall that you had to take over some of her responsibilities. Qian Jiarui immediately made a face. Aiya, dont remind me. Some junior talisman cultivators decided it was a great idea to make sword summoning talismans and duel some sword cultivators Meanwhile, Disciple Wen doesnt fight at all, Huang Jialing said. ...I understand. As an administrator, wouldnt it be great if the juniors quietly studied and fulfilled their quota requirements instead of trying to go around comparing sword sizes? Let us not speak of this matter further, Qian Jiarui said. Now that Elder Liu Ru is back, I have some more time Huang Jialings eyes flashed. Her lips curled up suggestively. Hmm. Elsewhere in the Golden Sun Sect, two annoyed Senior Cultivators met up with each other. Disciple Wang is not training with the others once again, Senior Cultivator Zhao complained. I accepted him because Elder Wang wanted me to, and yet he goes missing like this. No wonder He trailed off pointedly. Among their circle, everyone knew that Elder Wangs grandson, Wang Li Wei, was far from the genius he should have been. Senior Cultivator Yu narrowed his eyes. Disciple Wang Li Wei is missing? His friend, my Disciple Luan Hengwei, is also missing. Your Disciple Wang must have led my disciple astray! Disciple Luan actually has potential How dare you! Violent qi erupted into the air. Senior Cultivators, please, what is the matter? Elder Liu Ru walked up towards them. Both Cultivator Zhao and Cultivator Yu shut up and didnt say anything, but Elder Liu Ru had already heard their argument. Perhaps your two disciples are merely cultivating in a different location, she suggested calmly. Taking a rest is also an important part of the cultivation process. Yes, Elder Liu, Cultivator Zhao said unwillingly. Elder Liu Ru inclined her head. Next time, do remember to keep any duels to pre-designated areas. After Elder Liu Ru left, the two senior cultivators glared at each other and snorted. Your disciple would rather go and play, they said simultaneously, then scowled again. Cultivator Zhao lifted his chin. I''m going to go find Disciple Wang. Im going to look for Disciple Luan, Cultivator Yu retorted. As neither of them paid that much attention to their new disciples and their qi, they had to search the entire Sect visually rather than sweeping out their qi awareness. Cultivator Zhao did so from the air, and he scowled when he saw Cultivator Yu do the same thing. They both spotted their missing disciples at the same time: at what should have been the demonic beasts'' enclosures. Cultivator Yu frowned as he quickly flew to the area. Isnt that Disciple Huang in charge of that? Who let her take down the beasts cage?! And you! He glared when Cultivator Zhao caught up to him. Disciple Wang is down there, as I expected! Tch, look at your Disciple Luan hugging a demonic beast! Your Disciple Wang is doing the same thing! The two of them fought to descend first, so fast, that they didnt realise who else was down there. Disciple Wang! Disciple Luan! Their reprimands came to a choked stop. Cultivator Yu, Cultivator Zhao, Lin Yijun greeted formally. It wasnt just Wang Li Wei and his friends: Wen Zhihaos group, Zhang Wu and Hu Jingyan and Gao Ming, and Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng had all gathered along with the demonic cats and demonic wolf. Cultivators, children, teenagers, and animals alike sat in various positions on laid out blankets, sampling various dishes from opened food boxes. (Lin Yijun had desperately washed away the taste of stinky tofu with spiritual spring water and dumplings dipped in too much soy sauce and vinegar.) Cultivator Zhao clasped his fists in apology. Cultivator Lin, I am here for Disciple Wang. He is missing out on his cultivation practice. I will take him away and not interrupt your...time any further. Disciple Luan, too, Cultivator Yu added. And you outer sect disciples should be in class. Wang Li Wei paled. His arms tightened around the soft dangerous cat, giving a pleading look towards Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao in turn gave Lin Yijun a pointed look. Cultivator Zhao expected Lin Yijun to obey, but instead, Lin Yijun replied: Cultivator Zhao, Cultivator Yu, forgive me for being presumptuous for taking up your disciples time. I will personally ensure that Disciple Wang and Disciple Luan complete cultivation practice later today. Cultivator Yus gaze swept over the mixed group of mortals and cultivators. Those mortals must have been the slaves Elder Liu was going on about. He snorted. If Cultivator Lin has offered, then I will accept. Disciple Luan, prepare for an examination of your skills tomorrow. With that, he left first. Cultivator Zhao felt pressured to agree. Then I will leave Disciple Wang to your capable hands. The unspoken implication was that if Elder Wang came to question him on Wang Li Weis cultivation, he would be throwing any faults to Lin Yijun. Lin Yijun nodded. With a toss of his hair, Cultivator Zhao flew away. When he looked back, he saw Lin Yijun speaking to a sloppily dressed talisman cultivator. Who was that? Clearly not someone from their circles. Pei,1A spitting sound he wasnt surprised that Elder Liu Ru would allow one of her disciples to be so slovenly. He wondered if Lin Yijuns parents knew that their son was associating with Elder Lius faction Wen Zhihao: *sneeze* Sun Fuyu: (p??) who is insulting my ge this time?!!! Huang Jialing: Meanwhile, Disciple Wen doesnt fight at all. Sun Fuyu: And dont I know it...Wen-ge, can you make some more defensive talismans for me? And um, Wen-ge, can you keep them for now...And Wen-ge, can I borrow your sword again... Wen Zhihao: *oblivious* Okay! Hmm little promotion corner for novels I found recently? One is World Symphony Mediator, which is a fantasy VRMMORPG where the main character is a mediator, aka someone who tries to reduce conflict between characters and NPCs. Almost like a more formal version of Wen Zhihao? Another is How to Catch a Celestial Fox, which is an omegaverse xianxia with an omega/alpha pairing. While Im picky with my omegaverse readings (Accidental Mark ????), I think the combination of omegaverse and xianxia is quite interesting. 83. Making vinegar and drinking it too Once Cultivators Zhao and Yu left, Wang Li Wei and Luan Hengwei jumped to their feet. Thank you, thank you, Senior Lin! they said, bowing to Lin Yjiun. Dont thank him yet, you may end up crying from how many mistakes he picks out, Zhou Sheng said. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was a flash of bitter memory in his eyes. As long as these two young cultivators work hard, what more can we ask of them? Wen Zhihao said smoothly. Wang Li Wei twitched at Wen Zhihao calling him young, but he nodded firmly to Senior Lin nonetheless. Yes, we will work hard. Thank you for your guidance. Lin Yijun waved a hand. Sit, enjoy the rest of this picnic. Yes! Lin Yijun gracefully descended into a seated position next to Zhou Sheng. He took out the little bell to produce a sphere of privacy around them: others could see but they could not hear. Zhou Sheng raised his eyebrows in askance. Lin Yijun lowered his head slightly. I...should apologise for those past times that I tried to guide you. I wont repeat the same mistakes. Zhou Sheng sighed, propping a hand slightly behind him and tilting his head back. It doesnt matter. Even if you taught like Wen Zhihao, I still wouldnt have succeeded as a sword cultivator. Lin Yijuns lips as his mouth felt a hint of vinegar. Wen Zhihao is not a sword cultivator. Zhou Sheng, what would you like to eat? Ill summon the dishes for you. Zhou Sheng leaned forward again. That cake that Wen Zhihao calls a green tea cake...a slice of that dish that Wen Zhihao calls pi-sa Wen Zhihao, Wen Zhihao! Lin Yijun pressed down his inexplicable irritation. He took down the privacy sphere around them and used his qi to manipulate the wind to carry the requested dishes over. Zhou Sheng hummed. He reclined back with one arm towards Lin Yijun, and a plate of pale green cake balanced on one knee. Lin Yijun compared his stiff sitting posture to Zhou Shengs relaxed posture. Gingerly, he tried to similarly place a hand behind him in order to lean back. He froze when his hand brushed over warm skin, with the faint sense of lively qi. I want to...I want to Lin Yijuns heart started to beat rapidly. Zhou Sheng stopped eating and turned his head to him. Lin Yijun didnt meet Zhou Shengs gaze. He pulled his hand back, curling it into a fist. His skin felt tingly. Despite the embarrassment, a thought emerged in Lin Yijuns mind: I want to touch him again. But seeing Zhou Shengs growing-suspicious expression, Lin Yijun suppressed the urge. Let me make you a cup of tea, Lin Yijun said instead. Zhou Sheng made a face. Its not that No, this is a tea blend from Cultivator Huang, you will find it much more palatable. Then go ahead. Zhou Sheng secretly watched as Lin Yijun produced a tea set from his spatial device and went through the steps of making the tea. The way Lin Yijun had pulled back and curled his fist...was it so shocking to touch a demonic cultivator in the flesh? The faint impressions of Lin Yijuns hand still lingered on the back of Zhou Shengs hand, but he made no move to rub it away. Doing so...would be too suspicious. Zhou Shengs fingers dug into the ground a little. He breathed in some of Wen Zhihaos calming qi in the air and exhaled. Only then did he accept a cup of tea from Lin Yijun. The tea that Lin Yijun made was only lightly infused with spiritual energy and had faint fruity and floral notes. It paired well with the grassiness of the green tea cake. Meanwhile, the pi-sa had delicious toppings and the chew of the bread-like base was addictive. I must thank Wen Zhihao for these dishes, Zhou Sheng said. Lin Yijuns lips tightened. He did not cook these dishes. A mortal surnamed Liu does. But would I be able to eat them without him? And look at this calming stone. Zhou Sheng pulled out a pitch-black, irregular stone from his sleeve and casually tossed it into the air. How difficult is it to craft a heart-soothing treasure? And yet Wen Zhihao does so in passing. Zhou Sheng caught the stone, curling his fingers around it. A cultivator who becomes his partner is guaranteed to be free of heart demons. Across the temporary picnic ground, Sun Fuyus ears were pricked. He had been paying attention since the first mention of Wen-ge. He smirked slightly at the compliments Zhou Sheng was dropping. Lin Yijuns eyes narrowed at Zhou Sheng. Disciple Wens partner is Disciple Sun. But they clearly haven''t dual cultivated yet. They are Dao Companions only in name, Zhou Sheng said idly. Sun Fuyus expression dropped. He grabbed his Wen-ges hand. So what if we havent dual cultivated yet?! Youre not taking Wen-ge! Wen Zhihao absentmindedly squeezed Sun Fuyus hand back in comfort. He heard nothing of Lin Yijun and Zhou Shengs conversation, as he was listening to Xiao Bai haltingly give his opinion on the different dishes. Thats okay, Xiao Bai, you dont need to like everything. Let Uncle eat the rest of that for you, you can try something else... Lin Yijun frowned unhappily. Dont try anything on the juniors of my sect. Zhou Sheng tilted his head back lazily. Youre not my shixiong anymore, why do you care so much? Lin Yijun felt a stab in his chest. IIm your friend now! And as a senior cultivator of the sect, I Need to protect the innocent disciples from a demonic cultivator like me? Lin Yijun gritted his teeth. Thats not what I meant. Zhou Sheng, you are a good cultivator. He huffed. Zhou Sheng, eat some of this stir-fried water-spinach. It is one of the dishes that Wen Zhihao said you should eat, correct? Wen Zhihao has been talking to you in private? Zhou Sheng asked, his chest tightening uncomfortably. He talks to you in private too, Lin Yijun retorted. He summoned a plate of water-spinach and a bowl of rice for Zhou Sheng. Eat! While both of them changed the conversation and stopped mentioning Wen Zhihao, Sun Fuyu couldnt relax. Zhou Sheng was allowed to recognise how great Wen-ge was, but he wasnt allowed to covet! But...but Sun Fuyu hadnt reached Wen-ges cultivation level yet. If they dual cultivated, it would be Sun Fuyu taking advantage of Wen-ge. Is Xiao Yu tired? Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyus hand. Sun Fuyu raised his head and shook it. No, not tired, Wen-ge. Hm, well, I think some of the children are tired. Its time for theirand myafternoon nap Wen-ge can sleep here and Ill keep watch! Wen Zhihaos lips curled up. You dont need to keep watch, Xiao Yu. Need, Sun Fuyu insisted. Wen Zhihao lifted Sun Fuyus hand and kissed the back of it. Then we will be under your care. The back of Sun Fuyus hand tingled. He gave a shy smile and stood up to help pack up the eaten dishes. As he looked away, that same hand raised, brushing against his cheek and lips. I think Salted Fish has reached +100k words now _(:3)_ amazing given the short chapters... Also, what do I mean by dual cultivation? Hehehe Fanart corner! ???? by Woes of Spring: 84. Sour and sweet With a cold face, Sun Fuyu threw calming rocks at the demons. They hit them squarely on the face, making them dazed twofold: from the impact and from the calming qi. Only then did Sun Fuyu draw his sword, cutting through their evil arrays and summoning wind to bind the demons. Very quick, Hu-shijie said with an approving look. En. Sun Fuyu stepped aside to let another senior question the demons. This was the last mission that Sun Fuyu needed to complete in order to have enough spiritual stones. Disciple Sun, these are your magical...rocks, a male Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Fan carried the assortment of stones in his hands. But he didnt hold them out to Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu had to restrain himself from reaching out impolitely. En. The Disciple Wen who made these, you know him well, yes? Senior Fan said. En. Then do you know what he likes? Sun Fuyus eyes flashed. Why does Senior Fan wish to know that? Calm down, Disciple Sun, I have no bad intentions Hu-shijie came over and poked Senior Fan in the forehead. He wants to seduce your shixiong to get these calming stones for free instead of paying a high-grade spiritual stone for them, she said drily. She took the stones out of Senior Fans hands and returned them to Sun Fuyu. Thank you, shijie, Sun Fuyu said gratefully. For his own peace of mind, he didnt look at Senior Fans face again. Back at the Golden Sun Sect, three white-and-blue robed cultivators strolled through the gardens, accompanied by Cheng Yahui. Cultivators from other sects frequently visited; these three cultivators were from the Blue Sea Waves Sect, all of them proficient array masters like Cheng Yahui. One of the male cultivators suddenly paused, his fan fluttering over his lips. What is that qi? You can sense it too, yes? Ah? Cheng Yahui spread out their awareness. Oh, indeed! You must be sensing Cultivator Wens qi aura. The three cultivators eyes widened. That is an aura? I would have sworn it was some kind of heart-soothing array you made, Yahui! We must speak to this Disciple Wen! What kind of healing cultivator are they?? Disciple Wen Zhihao is a talisman cultivator, not a healing cultivator, Cheng Yahui told them. They took out one of their calming stones. He made this. The male cultivators eyes widened. Then we have to speak to him! Cheng Yahui led them accurately to where Wen Zhihao was currently at: the training grounds of Liu Zhongmin, watching the children and teenagers practice martial arts under Liu Zhongmins instruction. Look at them punching with their little fists! The male cultivators fan raised slightly as he turned his head. What an understated beauty, the kind of plain handsomeness that is very charming and pairs perfectly with that soothing aura. His Dao Companion, one of the two female Blue Sea Waves cultivators, face-palmed. He doesnt look like the threesome type, ba. Cheng Yahui laughed. Do you realise that all those children are his? The shock on the faces of their three friends made Cheng Yahui laugh even more. Take out your high-grade spiritual stones if you want anything! You can sleep with his calming stone aura instead, the female cultivator said to her Dao Companion. The male cultivators lips twitched under the cover of his fan. With ssshl, he closed the fan. No need. He then took out a dozen high-grade spiritual stones and strode boldly up to Wen Zhihao. Once the mission ended, Sun Fuyu and the others returned to the sect. Sun Fuyu collected his reward and headed directly to one of the crafting cultivators in the sect. Here, this is the last payment, Sun Fuyu said, handing all the just-acquired spiritual stones over. And here are your commissioned treasures. With the treasures tucked away, Sun Fuyu hurried back towards his sleeping quarters. He found Wen-ge at Shifu Lius training grounds, surrounded by a group of senior cultivators, most of them unfamiliar. He arrived just in time to hear the senior cultivators farewell Wen-ge. Sun Fuyu nodded his head to the four seniors as they walked past him. Wen-ge! Sun Fuyu quickened his pace. Wen Zhihao smiled. Welcome back, Xiao Yu. He frowned slightly, and reached out to brush back a strand of hair from Sun Fuyus face. Both Sun Fuyus posture and qi aura were tense. He lowered his voice: Was the mission particularly hard today? Did something else happen? Sun Fuyus eyes reddened slightly. But he held his grievances in and shook his head. Wen Zhihao gave Sun Fuyu a long look before dropping the matter. The children need baths now. Sun Fuyu pulled himself together. En. After Liu Zhongmin finished teaching the children and older mortals, Wen Zhihao took the children to bathe while Sun Fuyu helped the older ones back to their accommodation. The children had some food after bathing, and then soon fell asleep from the combination of tiredness from exercise and warmth of a filled belly. Wen Zhihao made sure the blanket covered the last child and left the room. In the other room, Sun Fuyu was still standing up, fiddling with the sleeves of his robes. Wen Zhihao closed the door behind him and walked up to Sun Fuyu. Xiao Yu, will you tell me what the problem is now? Wen Zhihao was taken aback when Sun Fuyu suddenly hugged him. He raised his arms and hugged Sun Fuyu back. There, there, its okay now. Hu-shijie said that Senior Fan wanted to seduce you. Wen Zhihao blinked, dumbfounded. That...wasnt what he was expecting. Who is Senior Fan? What for? To get calming stones! Andand I think Senior Zhou Sheng wants to be your Dao Companion! With his grievances aired, Sun Fuyu buried his face in Wen-ges shoulder, hugging him tightly. Wen Zhihao gave a fond sigh, the corner of his lips curling up helplessly. Oh, Xiao Yu. Im sure both of them were joking. But even if they werent, you cannot control their feelings. He caressed Sun Fuyus hair, ruffling it with his fingers. Why does Xiao Yu think I would be seduced by them? I think Xiao Yu is the cutest. Sun Fuyus lips trembled. But what if...what if Wen-ge likes them more? And theyre stronger than me, what if they Wen Zhihaos eyes darkened slightly. If they force me or anyone else, this matter needs to be reported, okay? We have many people to help us. Hmm Sun Fuyus head involuntarily tipped back in order to better enjoy the hair caressing. Xiao Yu is wonderful. Xiao Yu is hardworking. Xiao Yu is good with the children. In fact, should I be worried that your shijies and shixiongs would see how good you are and offer to take you away? They can mentor you, they have more resources No! I like Wen-ge the best! Wen Zhihao smiled and tapped Sun Fuyu on the nose. See? Now, if you feel this way again, dont forget to talk to me. But remember that I like Xiao Yu best, and Xiao Yu apparently likes me best too? Sun Fuyu nodded quickly. A warm glow grew in his chest. Because were Dao Companions. We are. We have agreed, havent we? Wen-ge Hm? Sun Fuyu opened his mouth. His heart began to beat rapidly, and he faltered. In the end, he said, I want to give you something. Sun Fuyu stepped back from Wen Zhihao and took out two treasures: they were identical jade pendants with beads and tassels, the style to be worn at the waist1Like this. The jade pendants themselves were heavy with protective spiritual qi, and both had the motifs of two curled up cats. The jade pendant hanging from Wen-ges waist would make him even more handsome; it would signal to others that the two of them were Dao Companions; and it would provide Wen-ge with another layer of defence when Sun Fuyu was away. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened as he grinned. Cats! Theyre very cute. Thank you, Xiao Yu. Ill help Wen-ge wear it tomorrow, Sun Fuyu said. Wen Zhihaos grin turned sheepish. Xiao Yu knows me so well. He touched the surface of the jade, fingers lightly skimming over the curled cats. It had to be expensive, and it had to be custom-made. I also have something for you, but I havent finished preparing it yet. Sun Fuyu perked up. Really? En. After talking to Cultivator Huang, she put me in touch with Sword Crafter Lin Jixuan. After Senior Cheng and those other cultivators visited earlier, I now have enough money for you to have your sword upgraded. Sun Fuyus eyes brightened. Sword Crafter Lin Jixuan was the best weapons crafting cultivator in the sect, but it was very hard to get an appointment with her for anyone under the Nascent Soul stage. And while she had the reputation for being a little sharp and harsh, it was only because she cared for the swords so much. Thank you! Wen Zhihaos eyes curved. See, we both prepared gifts for each other. Doesnt that mean were well-matched? Sun Fuyu was enlightened. Wen-ge is right! Wen Zhihao chuckled. En. So try not to feel jealous of others, okay? He patted Sun Fuyu on the head, and guided Sun Fuyu to bed. LinXueLian made this little presentation about BL visual novels (you can find it in the website suggestions channel on the Chrysanthemum Garden discord server) and theres a link on the second last page to their REALLY FUNNY wuxia BL mini game (Windows and Mac). It took me less than 30 minutes to go through, highly recommend! 85. Honest marriage The next morning, Sun Fuyu helped attach the jade pendant so that it hung off Wen-ges waist, and he tied his own too. He also arranged Wen-ges hair into the golden hair crown, and adjusted the right lapel so that the robes fell neatly. Wen Zhihao stood dociley throughout, a little chagrined about his usual way of dress. His excuse was that the original owners memories were hazy, so he didnt know exactly how to wear hanfu! There were just so many fiddly bits After Sun Fuyu was finished, he looked at Wen-ge with shining eyes. Handsome! Wen Zhihao immediately shook his head. No, Xiao Yu is handsome! Sun Fuyu lowered his head bashfully. He reached out and held Wen-ges hand. The children were very smart and had gotten ready by themselves, and had already climbed into the flying cart. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu sat at the front, and took the children to the kitchen. Sun Fuyu walked alongside Wen-ge with his head held high. Xiao Bai, walking alongside Wen Zhihao, couldnt help but look at the jade cats hanging from his Uncle Wens waist. A good morning? Aunty Liu asked warmly. Wen Zhihao grinned. Look at our matching jade pendants! Xiao Yu gifted them! Aunty Lius eyes narrowed slightly. That look was quickly replaced with a smile at Sun Fuyu. Xiao Yu, they look lovely. Very beautiful! How cute and adorable! Ahh, Xiao Fuyu, theyre very romantic! Sun Fuyu beamed brighter as Aunty Liu Jing and the other kitchen staff praised the matching jade pendants. While Wen Zhihao was eating, Aunty Liu Jing unceremoniously dragged Wen Zhihao to a private corner, while telling Sun Fuyu to stay put. Dont worry, Xiao Fuyu, I just need to speak with your Wen-ge briefly, Aunty Liu said kindly to Sun Fuyu, before pulling Wen Zhihao away. Wen Zhihao pouted to show his displeasure. He became more serious when Aunty Liu activated one of the quietening talismans he gave her. Matching love tokens? she asked first. Wen Zhihao perked up. Do you want to take a closer look? he asked, lifting up the jade cats. No, that isnt what I meant. While I know that you cultivators form Dao companionships and have dual cultivation, I would prefer to see you honestly marry my son, Xiao Fuyu. You are, arent you? Wen Zhihao blinked. Dual cultivation! Ah, I forgot about dual cultivation! What is dual cultivation in this world? Wait, what else was it that Aunty Liu said Marry? Wen Zhihao suddenly had visions of all the planning involved to pull off a wedding, all the formal rituals and processes, and the cost it took...And this was an Ancient China style world! So the rituals would be different! Wen Zhihao rubbed his forehead. Aunty Liu, I honestly dont know what the traditions are. What kind of preparations? Is there a groom price? A dowry? He looked at Aunty Liu earnestly. Can I and Xiao Yu elope? Aunty Liu crossed her arms. Dont even joke. I really dont know, Aunty. All that work... Then Wen Zhihao smiled slightly. But Im sure Sun Fuyu would like any happy event. It would be exactly the same as a birthday dinner party, except Sun Fuyu and I are wearing red clothing Aunty Lius forehead throbbed. Dont think she didnt know what Wen Zhihao was trying to do! As your aunty, I will make most of the preparations. Wen Zhihao grinned. Im sure Xiao Yu would be relieved to know that the wedding is in your capable hands. I still have some money to finance the preparations. To show his sincerity, Wen Zhihao immediately handed over the leftover mortal money from that ridiculous stack of silver banknotes Cheng Yahui had given him over a month ago. Aunty Liu accepted the money. Ill need your eight characters1year, month, day and hour of birth. ...I dont know. Wen Zhihao apologetically clasped his hands together. We dont need them anyway, since Aunty Liu agrees to the marriage, yes? Can Aunty Liu let me go back to eating again? Look, I think Xiao Yu is starting to get anxious! ... Liu Jings momentary sadness at the reminder that Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu didnt have biological parents was quickly wiped away by Xiao Wens cheekiness. After the morning school run, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu went to visit Sword Crafter Lin Jixuan, who had a large workshop at the edge of the sect. Lin Jixuans defensive arrays alerted her of the visitors. She placed a half-forged sword into a time-stop array and grumpily stomped out to meet them, not even bothering to take off her thick apron. Youre the one that Huang Jialing sent? Lin Jixuan asked. Without giving them time to answer, she continued, Sword. Payment. Sun Fuyu respectfully presented his sword with two hands, while Wen Zhihao passed over his old spatial ring filled with spiritual stones. Lin Jixuan transferred the pile of stones without emotion. Her lips pursed as she examined Sun Fuyus sword, and then examined Sun Fuyu himself. You shouldnt have left it so long before upgrading, she said. Dont leave it so long next time, understand? Come back next week. With that, she closed the door on them and headed back to her forge. Sun Fuyu lingered as his sword went further and further away from him. But he could feel that his sword was respectful of Senior Lin Jixuan, even if it was a tiny bit scared. He took a deep breath and decisively turned away. His sword would be fine. Wen-ge, can I borrow your sword again? Of course. Wen-ges sword sleepily greeted Sun Fuyu, though it slowly woke up some more when Sun Fuyu attached it to his waist. What does Wen-ge want to do? Ill follow! With his sword now in Lin Jixuans hands, Sun Fuyu couldnt go on any missions. With Wen-ges sword in his hands, he needed to accompany Wen-ge in order to protect him! Ah, Wen Zhihao thought. This is awkward Lets go to the library. The Outer Sect one or the Inner Sect one? The...Inner Sect one? Xiao Yu would have to lead.Since Wen Zhihao didnt even know there was an Inner Sect Library, let alone its location. Sun Fuyu nodded seriously. En, then lets go. He reached out and took Wen-ges hand. What does Wen-ge want to find in the library? Ill help! Wen Zhihao coughed. I want to research something Mn? Sun Fuyus gaze was bright and open; he looked so eager to help Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao inwardly sighed. Aiya, aiya, I should be honest tooBut he couldnt just say that he had no idea what dual cultivation was (in this world)... I want to research about different methods of dual cultivation, Wen Zhihao said. There had to be more than one way, right? !!! Sun Fuyus eyes widened. Wen-ge wants to read about different dual cultivation methods? Hes holding my hand! He wants to dual cultivate too? A fire ignited in Sun Fuyus eyes. Come on, Wen-ge, the library is this way! Mini rec corner! Lately, I''ve read some action-adventure style BL: Reading them makes me want to write an action/adventure/magic/fantasy BL next instead of my other great idea hahaha *author proceeds to laugh and then cry* 86. Dual Cultivation Lin Yijun was walking through the Sect pathways when he sensed Wen Zhihaos aura. He turned his head and spotted Disciple Wen and Disciple Sun over the low plants and bushes, walking down a different pathway. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu were holding hands. Sun Fuyu was slightly ahead, tugging Wen Zhihao along. Matching pendants hung from their waist. Lin Yijuns upper lip curled slightly. Look at them! Even if they havent dual cultivated, theyre clearly Dao Companions! Unfortunately, Zhou Sheng wasnt there for him to retort to, and he didnt know when Zhou Sheng would come back. Lin Yijuns eyes grew a little colder as he hurried to the Elders Receiving Hall for a meeting. The Inner Sect Library was grand: solid pillars, sweeping roofs and surrounded by white stone pavement. Inside, ceiling-high shelves covered all the walls, laden with jade slips, old paper and bamboo scrolls, stone tablets... The librarian was a wrinkled white-haired woman in flowing pale yellow robes who greeted them as they entered. She explained how to use the Request Artifact, a smooth round ball placed on the podium at the centre of the first hall and left them alone. As directed, Wen Zhihao touched the surface of the ball and asked it: Respectfully requesting easy-to-understand manuals on dual cultivation. A moment later, a feeling of light touched his mind, and Wen Zhihao knew where to find the manuals in the library complex. Sun Fuyu followed him closely up the stairs to another, smaller room. Here they are, Wen Zhihao said, sweeping his hand to the shelf with some neatly laid out ivory-coloured jade slips. Is there any that Xiao Yu wants to borrow in particular? Sun Fuyu shook his head. Whichever ones that Wen-ge wants! Alright. Wen Zhihao lightly touched some of the jade slips and skimmed over their introductions and picked a couple to borrow. Luckily, the borrowing process was automatic, using the Request Artifact. They headed back to their quarters to read the manuals. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu leaned comfortably against pillows and cushions. Wen Zhihao took one jade slip that he liked the look of best to start with. It wasnt that Wen Zhihao didnt know what dual cultivation was, or what it could be. However, he had read a webnovel where a character thought dual cultivation meant the adult yellow book1erotic book kind, only for it to turn out to be completely suitable for young audiences and had therefore stressed out about nothing and embarrassed himself in the process. And perhaps even more importantly, Wen Zhihao was wary of crossing that line before the mortal-style wedding. He had a feeling that Aunty Liu would know. Immortals...cultivation...internal self...blah blah blah...the discovery of dual cultivation. Wen Zhihao skimmed over the introduction and only slowed down when the words he wanted to see appeared. The discovery of dual cultivation revolutionised the world as the processes of cultivating the Dao could now be shared with another. By dual cultivating, two originally disparate immortals would become Dao Companions, as witnessed by the Heavens. Dual cultivation, in its most fundamental form, is the union of two energies... ...Woops, Wen Zhihao had forgotten that Dao Companions were Dao companions because they cultivated the Dao together. Was that why Sun Fuyu was still a little unconfident about their Dao Companions status? Wen Zhihao moved on to read the detailed methods section, his mind slowly glazing over as it became more complicated. Sun Fuyu already knew about dual cultivation: it was cultivating together! It was holding hands while meditating and exchanging qi at the same time. Exchanging qi was very intimate, and the thought of doing that with Wen-ge made Sun Fuyus cheeks heat up and his heart beat faster. Wen-ge was stronger than him, and Sun Fuyu had quietly basked in Wen-ges qi before, But for Wen-ge to accept Sun Fuyus internal qi... Sun Fuyu sneakily looked at Wen-ge. Wen Zhihaos eyes were closed as his consciousness explored the jade slip manual. He reached out and pressed in some strands of Wen-ges hair that were falling out of the hairstyle. Wen-ge was concentrating, so Sun Fuyu picked a jade slip to read too. Perhaps it had more information that he didnt know. However, despite his best efforts, he couldnt concentrate, not when Wen-ge was right next to him. Wen Zhihaos mind automatically retreated from the jade slip as his concentration failed. There was more than half of the manual to go, but he already got the gist. Luckily, it wouldnt require elopement before marriage and Aunty Liu wouldnt kill him. Passing a bit of qi back and forth sounded simple enough, though Wen Zhihao would need to read up how to cultivate again. He turned to Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu immediately opened his eyes and gave him a questioning look. Xiao Yu Wen Zhihaos voice came out low and a little hoarse from dryness. He cleared his throat. Do you want to dual cultivate? We are Dao Companions, after all. Otherwise, we can wait until after the wedding. Sun Fuyu straightened. His cheeks were red, but his bright gaze was as steady as he could make it. Yes, he said seriously. He didnt know what wedding Wen-ge was talking about (was one of the mortal staff getting married?), but he ignored that in favour of the important point. Tonight? We have to pick up the kids first. Sun Fuyus stomach sank in disappointment, but he understood responsibility. Okay. Wen Zhihao reached out and pinched Sun Fuyus cheek. Dont be so sad, we have all the time in the world together. Sun Fuyu liked the feeling of being coaxed. His response this time was warmer. Okay. The two of them went to pick up the young ones from school and took them to the cat garden. Little baobei2baby kitty, kitty, look! Ruan Lanxi tugged the fur of one of the medium-sized cats. The cat internally rolled her eyes but followed along as Ruan Lanxi pulled her towards Wen Zhihao. Look, kitty, Uncle has tiny kitties! The cat reached out and pawed at the jade pendant hanging from Wen Zhihaos waist. Meow! she said interestedly. The object had a lot of qi! Wen Zhihao patted the cat on the head and then patted Ruan Lanxi on the head. He laughed as the cat continued to play with the jade pendant. You like it? Sun Fuyu gave it to me. The engraving of cats is truly wonderful. Meow! Cats are superior, of course! the cat agreed. The cats that were already surrounding Wen Zhihao came even closer to see, and they all agreed that having the likeness of cats on that jade treasure was a truly intelligent choice. One cat rubbed his side against Sun Fuyu to show his appreciation. Sun Fuyus rabbiting heartbeat slowed down as he petted the demonic cat in return. Although it was now autumn, the weather was still warm enough to take their afternoon naps outside with the cats. Not sleeping? Wen Zhihao asked as he laid down against a large cat, with Xiao Bai tucked in on his other side. Sun Fuyu shook his head. Protecting you and the others. Wen Zhihao smiled fondly. Once he closed his eyes, his mind turned to dual cultivation. The manual said that dual cultivation was exchanging qi, but what if there was some secret dual cultivation that was like that? Wen Zhihao thought that his thoughts would stop him from falling asleep, but he soon quickly fell asleep. Sun Fuyus nervousness only increased when he realised that Wen-ge had fallen asleep. He hugged a large fluffy demonic beast in his arms. What if Sun Fuyu messed up tonight? What if Wen-ge didnt like his qi? What if, what if...Maybe it was better to delay dual cultivation until Sun Fuyu became stronger. Sun Fuyu buried the side of his face into cat fluff, his eyes peering through the cat fur to watch over Wen Zhihao. His heart yearned. Wen-ge He wanted to hug Wen-ge, but for now, this cat would have to do. The sun slowly descended in the sky. The blue sky slowly warmed to reds and oranges before darkening to deep blue. Sun Fuyu helped some of the children with their homework while Wen Zhihao helped others with their bath. The children seemed less tired today, wanting to stay up and have Sun Fuyu recount to them another story about one of his missions. Sun Fuyu gave them a strained smile, glancing at Wen Zhihao. Aiyo, if you all go to sleep early, then you can wake up early and train just like Little Uncle, Wen Zhihao coaxed them. Isnt it better to experience those missions yourself? If you become good enough, you can accompany your Little Uncle. Ruan Lanxis eyes became determined. Okay! she said seriously. Despite being the one who had called loudest for a story, she was the first to scramble into bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin. Xixi is going to sleep! she said. Sun Fuyus smile became one of relief as the children laid down one-by-one. He rose and stood quietly at the door as Wen Zhihao patted each child on the head and wished them sweet dreams. Sun Fuyus gaze caught Wen-ges. Badump, badump. Sun Fuyu retreated to their bedroom first. He sat down at the edge of the bed, frowning slightly as he realised he didnt know how they were going to do this. Would they sit in bed? Would they sit on the floor, facing each other, on the floor cushions? Would Sun Fuyu sit in Wen-ges lap? Light footsteps. The soft bfff as the door was closed. Its more comfortable to lie down, dont you think? Wen Zhihao said as he took off his outer robes. He didnt know how long it would take to complete a session of dual cultivation: it was easier to lie down than sit up. Sun Fuyu nodded like a chicken pecking rice. He also quickly stripped off his outer garments and changed them for sleepwear. Wen Zhihao laid down first, then Sun Fuyu. They faced each other in bed, legs naturally tangling up with each other. Seeing that Sun Fuyu was dressed, most of Wen Zhihaos stress went away. So they were on the same page about what dual cultivation meant. Um Sun Fuyu reached out first. En. Wen Zhihaos hands met him in the middle. Wen-ge can start No, Xiao Yu can start. Since Xiao Yu was clearly the more skilled one at cultivation, it was best for him to go first so that Wen Zhihao could then copy. Sun Fuyus eyelashes lowered slightly. Wen-ge wants me to go first, he thought, warm and affectionate. His breath slowly aligned with Wen-ge, and then as he breathed out, he gently pressed some of his own qi through Wen-ges hands. The qi was like a cool breeze across Wen Zhihaos palm, filling up the spaces left by his exhaled breath. In the inhale, Sun Fuyus qi mixed in with the ambient air and moved through his meridians and into his dantian3place in the body where qi is concentrated. On the exhale, Wen Zhihao passed some of his energy out of his hands and into Sun Fuyus. Sun Fuyus eyes began to droop as Wen-ges qi suffused into him. Breathe in, exhale, breathe in, exhale. Strands of qi twisted together. If either of them had their eyes opened, they might have caught flashes of a red string forming. But by then, their breaths had deepened as Sun Fuyu fell asleep with Wen Zhihao. All the while, their breaths and qi flow remained aligned. Passing ambient qi and internal qi through one-self and the Dao Companion aids not only one''s cultivation but also establishes a deep, spiritual connection In an office in the Inner Sect Library, well lit by glowing flowers, the Inner Sects Librarian was checking through the records produced by the Request Artifact when she saw that some basic dual cultivation jade slips had been checked outones that hadnt been checked out before since the same ones existed in the Outer Sect Library. Her thoughts connected to that of the Request Artifact. Curious, this cultivator did not look up sexual dual cultivation? The content of those manuals is quite basic and should have been learned during the outer sect classes. The Request Artifact responded with a magical shrug r(ᨌ)q He asked for easy-to-understand manuals, not sexual dual cultivation manuals. Is that so. Well, it wasnt her place to question the borrowing habits of the disciples. The Librarian continued to check the records: a larger number of manuals across multiple areas have been borrowed compared to the previous week. Long chapter. I did say that there would be no smut in the main text (^?^) *author proceeds to hide behind a shield in anticipation of readers comments* Readers: (s㧥)s ߩ Readers Group #1: Want to see gong4top Wen Zhihao and shou5bottom Sun Fuyu! Readers Group #2: No, Wen Zhihao is 06bottom! Sun Fuyu is 17top! Readers Group #3: ?_? 0, 1, whatever, we just wanted to see some car driving8sex euphemism! Sun Fuyu: (??`)? Attacking [gong]? Wen-ge wont attack me, would he? And Wen-ge is 20 and Im 19! Were not 0 and 1 years old! Wen-ge, is car driving something from your old world? Wen Zhihao: *cough* No one is attacking and no one suffering [shou]. Yes, the readers want to see us drive a car, one of the self-powered vehicles from my old world. The flying cart is the closest, so shall we go for a ride together? Sun Fuyu: Okay! Wen Zhihao: *pinches Xiao Yus cheek* Lets go (and get away from these voyeurs) author, out 87. The morning after Sun Fuyu awoke first. His eyelashes fluttered, but his eyes remained closed as he luxuriated in a soft and lazy feeling. There was a peacefulness in his heart, as though there was no longer anything to worry about. Anothers breath matched his own, though the heartbeats were a little different, moving in time, then out of time, then in time again. The corners of Sun Fuyus mouth curled up. His laziness dissipated slightly as an urge to jump up to tell someone that he and Wen Zhihao were now truly Dao Companions. I should complete morning practice, he thought, before remembering that his sword was still with the sword crafter. Though, practising with Wen-ges sword was also a good idea, so that the sword could get some experience it wouldnt otherwise have. Sun Fuyu opened his eyes and gazed at the sleeping face of Wen Zhihao. But he didnt want to leave yet. Wen Zhihaos eyes opened into small slits. Hmm? he hummed sleepily. Xiao Yudont mind me... His eyes closed again. ... Sun Fuyu smiled slightly as Wen-ge fell back to sleep. Typical Wen-ge! Sun Fuyu decided to also close his eyes. He could practice with Wen-ges sword later. That breakfast, Aunty Liu Jing gave both Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao a sharp, assessing look while they were otherwise occupied with eating. She felt as though Xiao Fuyu and Xiao Wen both had a greater instinctual sense of the other, with Xiao Fuyu moving his arm back whenever Xiao Wen reached for another dish, or when they both turned to each other, heads ducked slightly, to talk in between managing the children besides them. Sun Fuyu caught her gaze, and his lips curled up into a warm, brilliant smile, his gaze clear of worries. Aunty Liu smiled fondly in return, even as she inwardly sighed. Sun Fuyu was happy and healthy, and that was the important part. Though, she suspected that she should hurry up with the wedding preparations. Breakfast done, students taken to school, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu returned to the outdoor cat cafe garden. The cats looked up as the familiar human cart descended. A few of them immediately jumped into the cart, curled up, and dozed right there. The cart was infused with the sleepy-humans qi, and the seating was particularly comfortable, the box-like sides were...irresistible. Wen Zhihao patted the cats before he and Sun Fuyu stepped down from the cart. Given how large the cats were, not all of them could pile into the wooden box. The others trailed to Wen Zhihao instead. A few of them also went to Sun Fuyu. - This human smells different. - Like the sleepy human! How is that possible? - Ah! Sleepy human feels different too! Aiya, aiya! One cat swiped their paw at anothers head. - They must have dual cultivated, dog-brain! Woof! Who are you calling dog-brain?! A large demonic wolf bounded over from a distance and attempted to jump onto Wen Zhihao, only to be tackled out of the air by a tiger-striped cat. Huang Jialing followed behind the wolf at a more sedate pace. Her eyebrows raised slightly as she sensed the tangled auras of the two juniors. Wen Zhihao cleared his throat guiltily. Good morning, Cultivator Huang. Should they be training? Theyve decided on a non-violent form of cultivation, Huang Jialing replied drily. Powerful but without fighting ability. A couple of cats yowled in protest. Huang Jialing gave these demonic cats a pointed look. Until I see you take down powerful foes, how am I to know? - Of course we are powerful! We dont need to prove ourselves! Huang Jialing made an unimpressed noise. Wen Zhihao glanced at Huang Jialing, then at the meowing cats, only able to hear one half of the conversation. He took out a stack of newly printed butterfly talismans and heating talismans. When Huang Jialing turned back to him, Wen Zhihao was ready to present the talismans to her. Huang Jialing accepted the talismans and waved them at the cats. If youre good, Ill let you use some of these. And with that, she farewelled Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu and left. Expectant and pleading cat eyes looked Wen Zhihaos way. ... If you want a butterfly talisman, I only have a few left, he said helplessly. Meow! Write some more then! Wen-Zhihao-who-cannot-understand-cat-language patted the cat on the head. There, there, dont get angry. Ill activate the remainders now. Not long after, butterflies made from light flew through the cat garden, chased by bouncy cats and one dog. Wen Zhihao smiled a cats-these-days kind of smile and took out his talisman-writing implements. Sun Fuyu took the opportunity to practice with Wen-ges sword. Wen-ges sword moved differently: it liked to reduce the number of movements, delivering greater power for each instead. This, in turn, slowed Sun Fuyus movements, as he made each as effective as possible, showing the sword how to move in the best way. Sun Fuyus eyes remained focused as he fought imaginary opponents. The qi in the air was cut through by the sword, and his robes and hair fluttered behind him as he moved with precise grace. Wen Zhihaos brush made an accidental scribble on the final stroke. Of course, the talisman would still work, but it no longer passed the standard of the Talisman Hall. Wen Zhihao moved it onto the pile of talismans to keep for himself. He was about to start a new talisman, but then...he didnt want to anymore. He felt like watching Sun Fuyu instead. Watching Sun Fuyu almost made Wen Zhihao want to wave around a sword himself, before he remembered how heavy a sword was and how much sweat hed generate It was better to watch Sun Fuyu, like how many people liked to watch sports and e-sports without practising those sports themselves. Wen Zhihaos hand moved, the brush pen gliding across the talisman paper. Dynamic lines appeared, a vague figure with lines of hair and an...artistic...rendition of robes. Words appeared next: The eyes are focused, The sword glides sharp. Feelings blossom, the heart grows warm. Wen Zhihao quickly put down the pen before he blurted out more trashy poetry. Thank the heavens that his Chinese teachers would never see this, nor his art teachers. He placed the scribbles into his spatial ring. His entire body relaxed. This is the life, he thought as he watched Sun Fuyu and petted a purring cat in his arms. Lucky he wasnt a protagonist, or else such a sentiment would have raised a death flag! 88. Education of another kind Lin Yijun stiffened, barely stopping himself from turning and glaring. This was the third time he had sensed Wen Zhihaos and Sun Fuyus qi today, and who knew how many times before that this week. He didnt know why, but ever since the two of them obviously dual cultivatedhe could detect the slight difference in their aurashe found himself constantly seeing the two of them around! Sometimes they were flying on the cheap mortal cart; sometimes they were strolling through the Sect hand-in-hand; once, they were flying on the same sword, hugging mid-air. Regardless, every time he saw or sensed them, a feeling of sourness would grow at the back of his throat. They werent even the only couple in the Sect, but for some reason, their actions felt particularly jarring. At last, he couldnt stand it any longer, and sent a message to Zhou Sheng: Good evening, Zhou Sheng, I hope all is going well. The Sect has been boorish without you around lately. I found a magical treasure that I think would suit you well, when will you come by the Sect? Every night, Sun Fuyu had a particularly restful sleep. Holding hands with Wen-ge became one of his new favourite pastimes. On the day before Sun Fuyu was due to receive his sword back, he and Wen Zhihao were flying over the town to pick up their charges from the mortal school. Wen Zhihaos eyes were drawn to the new additions decorating the town: paper lanterns! Xiao Yu, it appears that the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival is approaching, he said, a sense of excitement in his voice. Sun Fuyu nodded. En. He deftly took control of the flying cart while Wen Zhihao stretched his neck to look at all the plain and lovingly decorated paper lanterns. The corner of Wen Zhihaos lips curled up. Heheheheh When they and their charges arrived at the kitchens for lunch, Wen Zhihao patted Sun Fuyu in a silent communication to look after the children. He then casually approached Aunty Liu Jing. Does Aunty Liu celebrate the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival? Aunty Liu Jings deadpan expression didnt change. I do. Does Aunty Liu know how to make mooncakes? Yes. Wen Zhihao smiled winningly. Does Aunty Liu think its a good activity for everyone to make together? After all, the festival is coming up. This afternoon, for example. Aunty Liu restrained herself from rubbing her forehead. Xiao Wen, mooncakes are not made from nothing. Some ingredients take time to prepare, like the salted egg yokes. We can use a talisman that speeds up the salting process, Wen Zhihao answered. He recalled seeing such a talisman in the super-advance part of one of his talisman manuals. Those talismans could only speed up a very small area and spent a lot of qi, but the key point was that someone else had already created the formula for writing them. And eggs took up a small space. For this cause, Wen Zhihao would willingly study how to make those time-speeding talismans. He was already starting to daydream about mooncakes, the salted egg yolk contrasting with the sweet filling and the slightly crisp outer crust. And there are snow-skin mooncakes too that dont require cooking, Wen Zhihao added. Snowskin mooncakes? It was clearly another one of Xiao Wens outlandish ideas. Tell Aunty how one creates a skin out of snow. Wen Zhihao sweated. Its a.pre-cooked glutinous flour of some kind. Pale and uncoloured, it looks like snow. Hmmmmm. Wen Zhihao clasped his hands together. Please? I can help buy and fetch any ingredients too! We can have salted duck egg filling, black sesame filling, lotus seed filling. For the snowskin mooncakes, there is matchaI mean green teafilling, custard, red bean, durian Alright, this afternoon after your naps, Aunty Liu quickly agreed before Wen Zhihao would list even more potential fillings. Thank you, Aunty Liu! Wen Zhihao walked with a lightness in his steps back to the tables where everyone else was seated to deliver the wonderful news: Theyll be making mooncakes together! Both the big one (Sun Fuyu) and the little ones (the teenagers and children) looked forward to it: many of them had never had a mooncake before, which all the more confirmed to Wen Zhihao that this activity would be enriching and a good child memory to have. That days afternoon nap was shorter than usual: even Wen Zhihao awoke earlier. The children were to stay with Wen Zhihao at the kitchens. Sun Fuyu would be the one to take Aunty Liu shopping. Wen-ge, keep the sword, Sun Fuyu said. No, youre the one leaving the Sect, you keep the sword. Who would attack me in the middle of the Golden Sun Sect? Wen Zhihao replied. But Wen Zhihao gave Sun Fuyu some silver coins he had left and patted his hand. I still have those defensive talismans I wrote for you, dont worry. And so Sun Fuyu finally agreed to leave Wen Zhihao behind at the kitchens to study how to make the time-speeding talismans. Meanwhile, Sun Fuyu took Aunty Liu to go buy the ingredients they needed. Aunty Liu stayed carefully near the centre of the flying cart, studying the studious Xiao Fuyu controlling the flight. Wen Zhihao has been good to you, hasnt he? she finally asked. En! Sun Fuyu nodded. Forgive me for my directness, but does the Sect teach you about sex? A brilliant red blush grew on Sun Fuyus cheeks. Aunty! he squeaked. Yes, there are classes on sex in the outer sect. Um, even between...all couples... IIm not yet...with Wen-ge... Each word became quieter as his head tilted down, chin almost touching his chest. Aunty Liu decided to spare Xiao Fuyu the embarrassment and give him and Xiao Wen a written booklet later, just to make sure. Instead, she moved onto the next topic: Is there anything in particular you want at your wedding? If I ask Xiao Wen, I already know what he would say. Sun Fuyus snapped up. W-wedding? he stammered. Aunty Lius lips pursed. Did Xiao Wen not tell you? she asked, unimpressed. ...He did mention it, Sun Fuyu said vaguely. Aiya, that boy, Aunty Liu shook her head. As you two are Dao Companions, Xiao Wen agreed to marry you. He has also given me money for it. Decorations, food, and your wedding attire There were a dozen more things, but Liu Jing held back, in case it scared off Xiao Fuyu. A glow grew in Sun Fuyus chest as he thought about Wen-ge thinking about him. Hm, listen to Aunty Liu and to Wen-ge, he said softly. Aunty Liu resisted the urge to pinch the boys cheek. Alright, then MumI mean Auntywill prepare the best wedding for you! Sun Fuyu beamed. Dont ask me about exact timings, I dont try my best to keep track of the weeks passing ???? but I wanted mooncakes!! Mooncakes!!!! AND LOOK SEE! Nothing bad has happened to Wen Zhihao yet! Also, you may have recalled me mention BL visual novels a few chapters ago. Well, LinXueLian has made a website for hilarious wuxia BL visual novel here. Check it out for crack treated seriously 89. Mother and son, grandma and grandchildren Sun Fuyu lowered the cart outside one of the larger towns markets. After placing the flying cart safely in his spatial ring, he accompanied Aunty Liu to buy all the ingredients they needed, including many more mooncake moulds. Xiao Fuyu, take this for me, Aunty Liu said, handing over some newly purchased items. En, Sun Fuyu placed it into his spatial ring. What a filial son! one old granny said, her eyes wrinkled and curved, pleased to see such a good son who would even accompany his mother despite becoming a cultivator! Little master cultivator, have a pear! My familys Xiao Fuyu is very good, Liu Jing agreed warmly. She knew that this old woman said such words in part to draw them to her stall like this, but Liu Jing couldnt help but straighten with pride. Sun Fuyu immediately shook his head. No need, I cant accept, he demurred. Ah, are those dried mango? Liu Jing spotted. Yes, dried mangoes from the south! the old granny agreed. Theyre carefully dried by my own granddaughter! Just chop up and add on top of desserts, or soak in water for a softer treat! Very sweet, very delicious! Ill buy a catty of them, Liu Jing said. Xiao Fuyu, you have an empty food box, dont you? These dried mangoes are for you. But No buts. Liu Jing rubbed Xiao Fuyus head. The old granny deftly weighed a catty of dried mangoes for them. After filling the empty food box that Sun Fuyu took out, she received a handful of copper coins as payment. Have a good day, the old granny said warmly. Have a good day, Liu Jing returned. Xiao Fuyu, this way next. Sun Fuyu bowed politely to the old granny and followed Aunty Liu to the next part of the market. Looking at Aunty Lius back, he wondered.Is this what having a mother feels like? Eventually, Wen Zhihao was able to make some time-speeding talismans by carefully following a manuals instructions. He gathered Xiao Bai and Ah-Yi to help him test whether they worked by comparing the drying times of wet pieces of paper, one under a time-speeding talisman and one left alone as a control. So two little ones and one big one crouched down under the shade of a tree, watching. Xiao Bai kept his eyes wide open, not wanting to miss a thing, even though they started to water. Uncle, this part is drying faster! This part too! Ah-Yi piped up. Wow! So fast! Wen Zhihao ruffled Xiao Bais hair. Blink, or else your eyes will go red! Xiao Bai and Ah-Yi are right, the paper under the talisman is now dry! A feeling in Wen Zhihaos heart then made him look up into the distance. What an exceptionally clear dayhe could see the flying cart from far away! Wen Zhihao patted both Xiao Bai and Ah-Yi. Your Little Uncle and your grandma are going to be back soon. So neaten up your clothes, wipe your faces The children giggled and jumped to their feet to complete the instructions. When Sun Fuyu and Aunty Liu landed, Wen Zhihao wanted to go over to greet them, but the children beat him to it. Now, now, Liu Jing ushered the children ahead of her. Wash your hands, and we can begin. Okay! The first thing we will make are the salted duck eggs. Xiao Wen? Wen Zhihao gave a thumbs-up. At Aunty Lius confused look, Wen Zhihao sheepishly dropped his hand and said, Yes, I have the time-speeding talismans. Ruan Lanxi tried to make a thumbs-up. Uncle, what does this mean? It means good, yes, understood. En! Ruan Lanxi said. She made two thumbs-up. Good! Thats right. Wen Zhihao suddenly wondered if he should teach the children to stick their tongues out cheekily, but thoughts of mischief flew away when Aunty Liu called him over to help. In order to make the round, moon-like salted egg yolks for the mooncakes, the duck eggs needed to be salted. Older children helped to wash the eggs before playing them in jars topped with a salty brine made by Aunty Liu. Wen Zhihao then stuck time-speeding talismans on the jars, to turn a four week curing process down to less than four hours. Hopefully. Wen Zhihao stuck two talismans on each jar, just in case. While waiting for the yolks to become salted, Aunty Liu corralled other kitchen staff and split everyone into different groups, each making a different type of filling. Wen Zhihao found it surprisingly fun to actually cook. He cut up some durian, mashed it in a mortar and pestle, and then mixed it with some glutinous rice flour over a heating talisman in order to thicken the durian into a paste. After the fillings came the dough making: mixing and kneading. Wen Zhihao also tried to vaguely tell Aunty Liu how to make the snowskin mooncake dough. Thankfully, Liu Jing realised that Wen Zhihao meant gao fen, a cooked glutinous rice flour. The dough then needed to rest. The rest time was the perfect opportunity to clean off the flour on multiple little round faces and hands and have a little snack. Wen Zhihao took the opportunity to check on the salting-eggs, squatting down next to the jars and squinting at them suspiciously. A shadow cast on the ground next to him; a moment later, Sun Fuyu crouched down next to him. Wen-ge, Sun Fuyu said softly. Hm? Wen Zhihao looked over. Aunty saidthat Wen-ge is going to marry me. Mn, Wen Zhihao affirmed, eyes smiling. Sun Fuyu leaned against Wen Zhihao, a low hum in his throat. Wen Zhihao tilted his head so that it rested against Sun Fuyu, nuzzling him. It was good that Sun Fuyu was happy. In the end, Wen Zhihao ripped the talismans off like a bandaid. He cracked an egg into a bowl, sighing in relief as a firm orange-reddish round yolk emerged with the still-clear liquid whites. After telling Aunty Liu the good news, he and some others cracked every salted egg. The yolks were then all baked; the whites would be cooked later as part of dinner. Then, construction of the mooncakes began! The dough had to be rolled out, fillings inserted and enclosed, and the entire ball pressed into an intricately patterned mooncake mould. While Aunty Liu Jings ones were perfect and came out neatly from the mould, the othershad mixed results. Wen Zhihao was still proud as he placed his one down, despite having to pinch the outer casing together again after it split apart. It will still taste good, and it has all been made with love and fun, he said, giving the mooncake a little pat. He patted Xiao Bai with the less dirty hand. So dont worry so much, okay? Xiao Bai pressed his lips together, eyes continuing to redden as he looked at his own failed mooncake. Wen Zhihao froze. That didnt reassure him? What should he say next? No, dont cry, Xiao Bai Aiya, let Grandma help, Liu Jing cut in. Xiao Bai, come stand next to Grandma, and Ill show you again. Xiao Bai nodded silently and moved over to Grandma Lius side, sticking close and seriously. Wen Zhihao gave a mental sigh of relief. Under Grandma Lius tutelage, Xiao Bai was able to make mooncakes that he was happy with. When it was time to bake the moon cakes, he was smiling and took the initiative to carry a tray of them to the oven. As for the snow skin mooncakes, they could be consumed immediatelybut Aunty Liu put her foot down and said they could only have a piece after dinner. And the Mid-Autumn Festival is tomorrow, so you can all have more later, understood? Small faces looked reverently up at her. Yes, Grandma! Liu Jing gave them a warm, indulgent look. Very good. Her head turned to one Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao smartly stepped away from the covered trays of mooncakes, hands innocently behind his back. Sun Fuyu hid a smile behind his hand. Typical Wen-ge! As promised, Aunty Liu Jing allowed everyone to try a snowskin mooncake after dinner. Adults and children alike sat obediently by the rows of tables outside the kitchens, with talismans lighting the area. Mooncakes were dense and quite sweet, and the snowskin ones were no exception. Liu Jing made the decision to pick a couple different flavours and cut them all in half, then again into thirds. Old Tang helpfully brewed a light tea to accompany the mooncakes for the older ones, and made cups of soymilk for the younger ones. Grandma, its not a full moon anymore! Ah-Yi said, holding his taro-filling mooncake slice with its cut egg yolk moon. Thats right, Liu Jing said warmly. Dont spill your soymilk. En! Ah-Yi took a bite. His eyes squinted in enjoyment. Good! Bai Bai, good too? Xiao Bai copied his Little Uncle, nibbling on his mooncake slicewith a mango filling, no egg yolkand sipping some milk. He nodded decisively. Wen Zhihao was going to put the entire little slice into his mouth, but decided to savour it because he suspected Aunty Liu wouldnt give him a second slice, even though he was twice as big as the children. He had a slice with green tea-flavoured white lotus paste and some salted egg yolk. Sweet, grassy green tea, and with a little savoury treat of the salted yolk! It was 100% worth studying the time-speeding talismans for this! Thank you, Aunty Liu, for making this with us, he praised. This is very delicious. The children raised their heads. Thank you, Grandma! Its so yummy! Sun Fuyu also looked up. Thank you, M...Aunty. He suddenly felt flustered. Maybe next time... Liu Jing''s heart went all soft. She patted the grandchildren within reach, and then walked over to pat Sun Fuyu too. Dont be so polite. Eat up, and I bet you all have homework to do! Old Tang hid a smile, lest Liu Jing attempt to show that she was stern by whacking him on the head. Ahhh, we briefly became a food/cooking novelAlso, all the kids wanted to appear, so we got less of Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu. Fanart corner time! ???? Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng by LinXueLian And Wen Zhihao with cat by TheArtistWrites! 90. A sweet Mid-Autumn Moon Festival The next day, in the late morning after the children were placed under the care of the kitchen staffas they had no schoolSun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao went to Sword Crafter Lin Jixuan to retrieve Sun Fuyus upgraded sword. Your maintenance of the sword was not bad, but remember to upgrade in time, Lin Jixuan said shortly. She waved away Sun Fuyus thankfulness and headed back into her forge. The door of her abode closing with a solid thud. Sun Fuyu suddenly had mixed feelings. Yes, he was glad to have his friendly, familiar sword back by his side. But it also meant that it was time for him to return back to his sword cultivation training. ...Wen-ge, keep your sword again. Are you sure you dont want to develop a two-sword style? Wen Zhihao asked with a slight teasing tone. Wouldnt Sun Fuyu look so handsome using two swords? Sun Fuyu pouted slightly. Gege, he chided. You must keep your sword with you when Im not around. Okay, okay, listen to you. Wen Zhihao accepted his sword back and placed it into his spatial ring. His gaze turning fond. He pressed a hand on the small on Sun Fuyus back, directing him away from Sword Crafter Lin Jixuans house. Why are you sad, Xiao Yu? Im not Sun Fuyus protest died as his shoulders deflated. I will miss spending time with you. This last week, he and Wen-ge had been sticky together, dual cultivating at night, staying together at day. Wen Zhihao felt like an arrow had gone through his chest. He immediately wrapped Xiao Yuyu up in a hug. I can accompany you. But Wen-ge is busy too, Sun Fuyu mumbled, hugging Wen-ge back. Never too busy for you, Wen Zhihao said firmly. In fact, he wasnt busy at all. And today is the Mid-Autumn moon festival, it can be counted as your holiday. Hmm. Sun Fuyu snuggled in Wen-ges arms, acting coquettish. Wen Zhihao ruffled Xiao Yus hair. Our lives are long, what is another few days spent together, really? You can help me decorate the cats gardens for tonight. Hmmm, okay It wasnt that Sun Fuyu didnt understand: but he really liked this feeling of being coaxed. Wen-ge listens to me, and Ill listen to Wen-ge. Wen Zhihao gave a short laugh and kissed Xiao Yu on the nose. Come on, lets go. Soon, the sky grew dark and the bright full moon rose. The demonic cats garden was lit with dozens of hanging colourful paper lanterns that Wen Zhihao had bought from the local market vendors. Many of them had the shaky drawings made by little kids and big kids, who had decorated them in the afternoon. The tables that were usually at the kitchens had been taken over, and were now laden with food, including boxes with delicious mooncakes inside. In the evening, Huang Jialing brought her girlfriend, Qian Jiarui over to enjoy the festivities. She tactfully looked away from the cats who were more than happy to roll on their backs and show their bellies to be petted instead of ripping out throats. They werent the only couple: aside from Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu, Elder Liu Ru and Senior Liu Zhongmin also came by. Liu Zhongmin tried to show her wife how cute the kids were, and really, wouldnt you like one? Or two? She dodged when Elder Liu Ru looked like she wanted to whack her on the head. Liu Zhongmins disciples also came with their friends and Zhang Wu, Wang Li Wei and his friends also came. The mortal staff of the Golden Sun Sect sat around the tables and ate and chatted, while children held paper lanternssafely lit with light talismans rather than candlesand ran around singing Mid-Autumn songs. Zhou Sheng arrived at the outskirts of the Golden Sun Sect at nightfall. His lips tightened when he saw Lin Yijun waiting for him at a tree outside the Sects walls. Not letting me inside? Zhou Sheng asked coolly. Are you going to give me whatever it is and tell me to leave? Lin Yijun quickly shook his head. No, Zhou Sheng, that is not my intention. I was...free of my duties, so I had time to meet you here. Oh. Zhou Shengs eyes lowered for a moment. It was a liehe knew that Lin Yijun was never clear of his administrative duties around the Sect. So, what is it? Lin Yijun pulled out a small, delicate-looking crystal vial and held it out to Zhou Sheng with two hands. This is a rare container vessel made from special high-grade clear spiritual stone. It has the ability to hold any items inside of it in its original condition, with no loss of qi over time. Zhou Sheng plucked the vial, his fingers lightly brushing Lin Yijuns palms. He held it casually by the neck. Im not a herbalist nor a pill cultivator. Yes, I know. Lin Yijuns hands dropped back down by his side. His voice dropped slightly. I imagined that.you could store some of your blood in that vial. Zhou Sheng raised an eyebrow. In this way, you can take this vial out when you need it, and reduce your blood loss at crucial moments. There was an ache in Zhou Shengs chest. His hand closed over the vial and it disappeared into his spatial storage. That is useful. Now, Ill Do you want to see Wen Zhihao? Lin Yijun blurted out, unable to hide an undercurrent of sourness. Am I not allowed to? Zhou Sheng retorted. Lin Yijuns lips tightened. Disciple Wen and the others have set up a small dinner event for the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival. Then, lead the way. Lin Yijun inwardly scolded himself. Why did he mention Disciple Wen? But he had dug his pit and jumped into it. And so, Lin Yijun led Zhou Sheng to where the demonic cats stayed. The area was like an island of liveliness, of colourful lights, music and singing, surrounded by the relative darkness of the rest of the sect. Zhou Sheng immediately noticed Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu sitting down together on a blanket. Despite the distance, he saw how Wen Zhihao placed a piece of food part-way in his mouth, before leaning over and feeding half of it to Sun Fuyu, their lips meeting in a kiss. In turn, a redness spread across Sun Fuyus cheeks. He chewed, swallowed, and kissed Wen Zhihao back. All throughout, the two of them were holding hands. Zhou Sheng unconsciously licked his lips and glanced at Lin Yijun. At the exact same time, Lin Yijun had seen the scene and glanced at Zhou Sheng. Their eyes met. Zhou Shengs lips parted slightly. Lin Yijuns eyes appeared to flickered down to them. Realising that he was staring at Zhou Shengs lips, Lin Yijun ripped his gaze away, looking back to where Disciple Wen and Disciple Sun had their heads tilted together. As you can see, Disciple Wen and Disciple Sun are Dao Companions now. Zhou Sheng followed Lin Yijuns gaze. You spend so much time around them that you can tell that their qi has changed? He snorted slightly. Youre right. And youve spent that much time around them that you can also tell? Lin Yijun thought sourly. Im merely informing you not to entertain thoughts about Wen Zhihao. Zhou Sheng rolled his eyes. Hearing how you say it, doesnt it sound like you covet Wen Zhihao? I dont. Isnt that you? Zhou Sheng snorted. Youre imagining ghosts where there are none. You seem overly concerned about this. Frustrated, Lin Yijun opened his mouth. Thats because I At that exact moment, a large cat padded over, drawing Zhou Shengs attention. Lin Yijuns eyes widened. He scrambled for some cat-allergy medicine and swallowed it quickly before approaching the cat too. The cat shifted so that its behind faced Lin Yijun. Zhou Sheng snickered. Without Wen Zhihao to coax them, they still dont like you. Well, I can do things that Disciple Wen cannot. Like waving a sword, I know, Zhou Sheng smirked. Lin Yijun pouted slightly as he huffed. He couldnt deny that fact because it was true. Seeing how Zhou Sheng was spoiling the cat, Lin Yijun stepped up and grabbed Zhou Shengs arm and dragged him to the food tables. You pet cats all the time. Today is the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival, you should try the delicacies of this event, he grumbled. He pointed at the mooncakes. Have one, isnt sugar good for you? Letting go of Zhou Shengs arm, Lin Yijun took a plate and placed multiple slices of different coloured mooncakes on it. He shoved the plate into Zhou Shengs chest. Eat. Zhou Sheng was momentarily taken aback. He took the plate piled with little delicacies. If you want me to eat He took one piece that smelled like durian and stuffed it right into Lin Yijuns mouth. Then you better eat too! A tingling sensation followed where Zhou Shengs fingers grazed Lin Yijuns lips. Lin Yijuns heart skipped a beat. Sweetness flooded his mouth, followed by the taste of durian. Zhou Sheng covered Lin Yijuns mouth with his hand. Chew and swallow, dont waste food, he chided. Lin Yijun narrowed his eyes. He swallowed without chewing and boldly kissed Zhou Shengs palm. Zhou Shengs eyes widened. He pulled his hand away, wiping his palm on Lin Yijuns firm chest. Go get me some tea, he said, not meeting Lin Yijuns eyes. That should be my line, after you made me eat that, Lin Yijun grumbled. Eh, isnt this your sect? Arent you the host Wen Zhihao heard their bickering and smiled exasperatedly. It seems that is simply how they get along. Sun Fuyu rested his head against Wen-ge, watching as the golden-robed senior chased the black-robed senior. As long as the seniors dont bother Wen-ge, they can do whatever they want. Wen Zhihao turned his exasperated smile to Sun Fuyu. Im sure they dont need my help anymore. He rose to his feet and held his hand out to Sun Fuyu. Lets go for a walk? Mn, Sun Fuyu agreed. Sun Fuyu held Wen-ges warm hand firmly, the sweetness in his heart lasting long after the sweetness of the mooncakes had faded away. What to do when two tsundere protagonists meet? Also, I have some forms/surveys, it would be helpful if you could fill in them! LinXueLian is interested in what readers like about OEL (Original English Language) cultivation novels. And some of us are thinking of starting up a Book/Reading Club, to help promote OEL BL webnovels! 91. Lin Yijun probably wants to flip a table Disciple Wen.I need your advice. Wen Zhihao was taken aback. He was on his way back from the morning school run, and Lin Yijun literally intercepted him mid-air: Wen Zhihao on the flying cart, Lin Yijun on his sword. Wen Zhihao wasnt even back at the Sect yet. Lin Yijuns face had a cold expression, and his shoulders were tense. Wen Zhihao sighed in his heart. En, sit in the cart. Lin Yijun jumped in lightly. Wen Zhihao took the flying cart directly down, landing on the forest floor below. Then, Wen Zhihao shifted over and sat down in the cart too, facing Lin Yijun. They were in the shade, dappled with sunlight, surrounded by sounds of the wind in the leaves and the animals and birds. Wen Zhihao waited for Lin Yijun to begin. Lin Yijun uncharacteristically fiddled with his hands. Disciple Wen...How did...you establish your Dao companionship with your shidi? He didnt want to be here, but after seeing Disciple Wen and Disciple Sun strolling through the cat garden emitting the pink fragrance of love, Lin Yijun couldnt stand it any longer. Wen Zhihao blinked. Ah? Lin Yijun looked up from his hands, nervousness in his eyes. It can be seen that you have a good relationship with your Sun-shidi. Oh. Yes. That is true. Wen Zhihao stalled. How did he start dating Sun Fuyu? Hadnt it all been on Sun Fuyus side??? In fact, because Sun Fuyu took the initiative, there were no dog-blooded romance plots. Senior Lin, speaking humbly, Im not sure I can help you, Wen Zhihao finally said. To build a good relationship, you must care for the other person in a way that is meaningful to them. Sun-shidi and I spent time together. We exchanged gifts. Just like that? Lin Yijun tangled his fingers together again. Hadnt he done both of those things? Wen Zhihao sheepishly smiled. Hm, in our case, just like that. And then Sun Fuyu asked for a kiss and...that was that. Lin Yijun brooded. If he asked Zhou Sheng for a kiss, wasnt that asking for a blade in his face? Tell me the gifts youve exchanged. Wen Zhihaos eyebrows rose slightly. His eyes grew soft as he recalled the past. In that case...first, I gave Sun Fuyu a meat bun Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyus hand reached for his sword first before he registered the voice. His frown remained as he turned around. Senior Zhou Sheng. Sun Fuyu had left the Sect not long ago to complete a short mission by himself. The area he needed to investigate was just a little ahead, and yet he had been intercepted by Zhou Sheng. For a moment, he wondered suspiciously whether Zhou Sheng had something to do with the rumoured ghosts of the mission. Zhou Sheng stepped out of the shadows. Your advice is requested. Sun Fuyus posture eased. Senior Zhou Sheng, speak freely. Your relationship with Wen Zhihao is...enviably good Sun Fuyus posture tightened again. Was Zhou Sheng challenging him???! As such Zhou Sheng grimaced. Do you have any advice on how to begin a companionship? Sun Fuyus eyes narrowed slightly. With who? Zhou Sheng looked down slightly at the bristling Sun Fuyu. Not your Wen-ge, dont worry. Sun Fuyu relaxed again. He raised his eyes and said innocently, Senior Zhou Sheng must be speaking about Senior Lin Yijun, yes? Dont be scared, I think Senior Lin likes you. Hes always chasing you. It was Zhou Shengs turn to bristle. Who said it was Lin Yijun? Sun Fuyu tilted his head. Is it not? Well, Senior Lin will be sad if you acquired a different partner. Zhou Sheng narrowed his eyes. Does Wen Zhihao know youre like this? Sun Fuyus hand rested on his sword once more. Of course he does! And he likes me the most. Zhou Sheng snorted. No, were not talking about this. Were talking about how you were able to make Wen Zhihao like you. How did he agree to date you? Sun Fuyu smiled smugly. Wen-ge gave me a token of affection. Then I gave him a token of affection. Zhou Shengs eyes looked down. Those matching cat jade pendants? No, before that we exchanged spatial rings. Sun Fuyu raised his hand. Look, this spatial ring is from Wen-ge. And Wen-ge has a spatial ring from me! Zhou Shengs eyes narrowed in contemplation. What else? Sun Fuyu was more than happy to boast about all the gifts he and Wen-ge have exchanged. And he hoped itll help Zhou Sheng too so that he could stop bothering Wen-ge and go and act sticky with Senior Lin instead! After Sun Fuyu finished talking with Zhou Sheng, he swiftly completed his mission and flew home, just in time for Wen-ges daily afternoon nap at the cats garden. Back so soon? Xiao Yu has gotten really strong, Wen Zhihao praised. Sun Fuyu smiled softly. En, wanted to return to Wen-ge. He snuggled up to Wen-ge, placing his arms protectively around his lover. Napping today? Mm, want to lie here with Wen-ge. Thats good. Wen Zhihao idly caressed Sun Fuyus long black hair. Senior Lin spoke to me earlier today. Sun Fuyus arms tightened around Wen-ge. Ah? Senior Zhou also spoke to me. Wen Zhihao lazily closed his eyes. Hm, lets wish them the best Zhou Sheng Lin Yijun They say enemies meet on a narrow path. Night had fallen and the forest around them was dimthough that wasnt a problem for the two Nascent Soul cultivators. A look of relief came over Lin Yijuns face. Zhou Sheng, I was looking for you. I wanted to repay you for your gift, Zhou Sheng replied. Lin Yijun paused in surprise. You do? Zhou Sheng took out a palm-sized round ball. Looking closely, there were many tiny little holes. I found this. As long as you hold it for a while, the treasures scent will linger on you, making cats more attracted to you. Lin Yijun: ... Thank you, Lin Yijun said, graciously accepting the scented ball. Hell...test it out secretly later. He placed the gift in his spatial ring and took out his own prepared gift. In fact, Zhou Sheng, I found something else that you might like. He held out the spatial pendant shaped into a curled-up cat. Zhou Shengs heart gave a thump. A cat spatial pendant? It seemed very similar to the gifts of love that Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao had exchanged. Zhou Sheng Lin Yijuns heart began to thump rapidly in his chest. Zhou Shengs heart also went thump thump as the air grew ambiguous. His breath slowed, as though not wanting that slight sound to interrupt Lin Yijuns next words. I...I like A token in Lin Yijuns pocket gave a loud RING! Lin Yijun almost jumped out of his skin. He fumbled for the token inside his sleeve pocket and pulled it out. The token was a flat hexagonal shape, and words had appeared on it. It was a meeting request from his parents. Even though there were no words to mark it urgent, he knew that they didnt like to be kept waiting. Annoyance burst in Lin Yijuns chest. Zhou Sheng, I have to inconvenience you and leave first. Zhou Sheng exhaled, relieved, but also a sense of loss in his chest. Then I will not keep you. Yes Lin Yijun found it hard to look away from Zhou Sheng, but he had to. Farewelling him, Lin Yijun stood on his sword and flew away. He couldnt help but look back. But by then, Zhou Sheng had disappeared from view. Flip some tables together? ???? 92. Belated Teenage Rebellious Stage Lin Yijuns expression tightened as he flew over the trees and to the mountain peak where his parents resided. Their private seven-story building sat at the very top of the mountain peak, with its domineeringly sweeping roofs. The qi was so thick that it would feel oppressive to anyone below Nascent Soul. As a child, Lin Yijun had to live lower down on the mountain, away from his parents main abode. Layers and layers of barriers surrounded the mountain peak. The hexagonal token in Lin Yijuns possession also served as a key that unlocked his way. He landed a few steps down from the flat platform that the building stood on and walked the last distance on foot. This place had once drawn his awe, and then later his deference. But now, its cold and imposing manner was off-putting. His parents were waiting for him in one of the halls in the building. They sat by a table placed on a raised platform, their voices falling silent as Lin Yijun approached. Mother Lin wore shimmering gold robes, accentuating a cold femininity. Father Lin wore a darker yellow-gold, his shoulders exaggerated by the form of his robes. They did not seem happy. Lin Yijun lowered his head and sat down on the thick mat on the floor below. Mother, Father, you called for me. Do you know why we called for you? his mother spoke in a dangerous tone. Lin Yijuns gaze remained on the ground. I do not dare to guess incorrectly, Mother. His father spoke: Neither Elder Wang nor I gave you any orders to infiltrate Elder Liu Rus faction. Yet, we have received reports of you spending time with those mortals. And that youve led Elder Wangs grandson astray. Do you really think so little of us, Junjun? his mother said, voice taking on a falsely sweet and hurt tone. Since you were born, we have given you the best cultivation resources. Your affiliation with mortals and beasts sullies your core! And Elder Lius faction have been around the scum of society. Dont let their grey auras affect you. A token flew through the air and landed in front of Lin Yijun. It was an entry token for the Clear Heart Hot Springs. Take it and soak and reflect on your actions, his mother said. A fire started to burn in Lin Yijuns chest, along with the conviction that his parents were wrong. He couldnt help but say, Are you sure theyre all mortals? Mother Lin and Father Lin glanced at each other, displeased with this rebellion. Mortals have no place in the sect, Mother Lin said coldly. They are outsiders, and you will not associate with them. Outsiders? Like Zhou Sheng? Lin Yijuns resentment for his parents grew. He had to squash it down immediately, but the emotions still simmered in his belly. His parents had interrupted his time with Zhou Sheng for this scolding, as if he were a wayward child. But they were his parents. And they were stronger than him individually, let alone combined. Youve been affected by them, Father Lin said. After soaking in the springs, I will arrange for you to train your sword and temper your heart. Dont waste your time with them. There are more important matters to worry about. Lin Yijun kowtowed to his parents. Understood, he replied in the same cold tone they had used. He took the hot springs token. His parents eased slightly. They passed him some more news and tasks for him to do before they let him leave. Lin Yijun didnt go to the hot springs. Instead, his mind calculated what he needed to do next as he descended the mountain peak, a determination in his eyes. A few days later, Lin Yijun was able to meet Zhou Sheng again. They met in a place in the forest around the sect, where flowers emitting a calming fragrance grew. It was just about sunset, with the sky glowing yellow-red. The calming fragrance reminded Lin Yijun of Wen Zhihao and all the cloying sweetness that surrounded him and Sun Fuyu. His determination rose. Lin Yijun gave a relieved smile when he saw the black-clothed figure standing emerging out of the surrounding forest. The two walked through the flowers and met in the middle. Zhou Sheng, Im grateful that you could come again on short notice. Zhou Sheng found Lin Yijuns smile hard to bear. Im not as busy as you. Zhou Shengs position had risen in the Blood Sect, but no one ever expected demonic cultivators to care about the majority of the administration they should be doing. Lin Yijuns eyes went cold for a split second. All his recent tasks were no doubt to stop him from spending time with the mortals. To apologise for my hurried departure last time, please accept this. Lin Yijun took out a weapons tassel made of black silk thread, accented with red beads, gold elements and a tiny carved cat decoration. This can be attached to your polearm. It will increase the speed and enhance control of the wind. Zhou Shengs eyes sharpened. His eyes closed momentarily as he gave a short laugh. What a coincidence. He pulled out a sword tassel made of gold silk thread, accentuated with white beads and with a tiny carved cat decoration. The little cat may be the only cat that you can get close to. ... With the two tassels held next to either other, their similarities were heightened. In their hearts, both of them thought, they matched. The two of them exchanged tassels. Lin Yijun showed his sincerity by immediately taking off his old sword tassel and replacing it with the new one. Zhou Shengs lips pursed slightly. He materialised his polearm and did the same action. One with a polearm, one with a sword. With the same style of tassel with the little cat faces, there was a comforting sense of unity. As Lin Yijun imagined them fighting side by side, his heart rate began to pick up. Zhou Sheng Lin Yijun took a step closer. En? Zhou Shengs eyes raised from their weapons. Their gazes met. The world seemed to fade away around them. Lin Yijun felt the responsibility to speak first. Zhou Sheng...I am glad that you became my friend. I dont regret spending time with you. I only regret my past actions that were wrong and that pushed you away. He took another step closer, close enough that if they leaned in, they could touch... Zhou Sheng didnt step back. His mouth grew dry under Lin Yijuns direct gaze. Yijun I hope I can convey my sincerity about my following words. Lin Yijuns eyelids lowered slightly. Zhou Sheng, I RINGG! WoOoo. Lin Yijun immediately pulled out his hexagonal token. Zhou Sheng immediately pulled out a skull-shaped token. They frowned simultaneously at the messages they read. URGENT MEETING NOW! Lin Yijun mouthed a curse word. He threw Zhou Sheng a pleading look. I have to go. Zhou Sheng grimaced. As do I. Administration matters. He pulled a pained smirk. I believe we both need to prepare apology gifts for next time. Yes. Lin Yijun smiled in relief for this planned next time. Have a safe journey. En, you too. Their gazes lingered on each other. But their tokens strongly alerted them again. With great reluctance, the two of them parted once more. Screw names for Lin Yijuns parents! Too many names already!! And thank you to everyone who filled out LinXueLians survey about OEL BL cultivation novels! The results are here. *author preemptively hides* 93. Prepare for… The Elders Hall was noisy when Lin Yijun arrived. The four Sect Elders sat at the front. The Sect Leader was not present: they had gone into seclusion in preparation to advance to the next level. The numerous peak masters and senior cultivators gathered into two neat rows, one on the side of the two male Elders, and one on the side of the two female Elders. Lin Yijuns parents were on Elder Wangs side. Lin Yijun bowed his head and took a seat behind his parents. A war with the demonic sects? Really? There have been none in my living memory I have to say, Im not surprised, demonic cultivators are this kind of aggressive person. We should take this chance to clean them up a little The chatter showed no sign of abating. Finally, Elder Wang took charge, ordering a Quiet! The Hall immediately fell silent. Eyes turned to the front. The rumours are true, Elder Wang said. The demonic sects have declared war They declared war on us? a senior cultivator scoffed. We should declare war on them! There have been traces of demonic cultivation in the sect recently! We should take this chance to purify the world! The heavy pressure of Elder Wangs qi pressed down in the Hall in a clear warning to be quiet. Lin Yijuns face remained impassive, but a cold fear curled in his heart. Demonic traces in the sect? Zhou Sheng? Elder Liu Ru said calmly, What evidence do you have? Elder Wang didnt look at Elder Liu. Two of our agents have uncovered their plans, and I have received reports of demonic cultivators raising ghost and corpse armies. Is that not a declaration of war? And do you know why? Elder Liu asked. When do demonic cultivators need a reason to fight? a senior cultivator from Elder Wangs faction scoffed. In fact, such a war would benefit their cultivation. Think of all the corpses, blood and ghosts that would come out of the battlefield! And that is why we need to strike first, Elder Wang said somberly. Lin Yijuns gaze lowered as he recalled the righteous-demonic war from his last life. There was a bit of guilt, too. His actions had led to that ghost invasion happening earlier. Had that triggered multiple other events to happen earlier, leading to an earlier start to the war? Elder Lius lips pursed. Dont be hasty, Elder Wang. Elder Wang glanced sidelong at Elder Liu. Do you not trust the information we have gathered? Youve already accepted mortals into the sect. Do you plan to accept demonic cultivators too? With his words, many of the other cultivators in the Hall were reminded of Elder Lius actions, and their impression of Elder Liu was lowered. They felt that Elder Liu was getting soft, and was unsuitable for this war talk. But to allay Elder Lius fears, we will organise a second reconnaissance group, Elder Wang said magnanimously. The conversation in the Hall soon delved into the fine details. Various other administration issues were then brought up during the occasion before the meeting concluded. Elder Wang and his faction met again afterwards, without the knowledge or interference of Elder Liu Ru. They met in the large building on Elder Wangs mountain peak. The furnishings of his meeting Hall was sparse, but every little detail was brimming with complex qi. A large table was set at the centre, and everyone sat around it, including Lin Yijun. Of course, Elder Liu is obliged to question us, Elder Wang said, showing the slightest demeaning smile. However, our intelligence is clear and true. The demonic sects are preparing for war. We dont have the luxury to laze around and wait for confirmation. Elder Wan unrolled a map of the Golden Sun Sect and its surroundings, covering the entire table. Based on our reports, the demonic sets actions have been focused around these areas Prepare your weapons and acquire treasures. But do not be too obvious about it, Elder Wang commanded them. And then he started to assign specific jobs. Although Lin Yijun was a senior cultivator at Nascent Soul, he was also the youngest senior cultivator in the room. And so his task...was to manage the junior disciples in the sect and prepare them for war. A war that Lin Yijun did not want to happen, a war that Lin Yijun did not want to participate in. Even now, he could still remember that horrible feeling of facing Zhou Sheng on the battlefield. But in a room full of seniors and peak masters and Elder Wang, Lin Yijun bowed his head and accepted the task. In the dark, barely lit hall in the Blood Sect, Zhou Shengs eyes were cold as his gaze swept over the other senior cultivators. Someone has been capturing demonic cultivators, over something as normal as slavery! I thought it was a rogue cultivator Bah! Havent you seen those Golden Sun cultivators spreading their little pampered fingers? ...Who told them to spy on us, huh? Infiltrating our sect and leaving their blasted qi around! Theyre asking for it! We must show them that they cant mess around with us demonic cultivators! And think of their blood. Filled with qi. Sniggers filled the hall. Say, how many times have they destroyed our ghosts? Its time to destroy them! Especially that Lin Yijun! Oh, wouldnt the Golden Sun Sect be so sad if their little genius was killed by our little genius? The blood cultivator next to Zhou Sheng leered at him. Ready, Sheng Sheng? Zhou Shengs polearm materialised in a split second. Dont call me that. The blood cultivator laughed maniacally instead. Thats the spirit! Aiyo, maybe we can poach more Golden Sun sect cultivators and twist them into ours! How great it is to dirty you to become like us! Dont kill him, Cultivator Zhou, the Blood Sect Leader ordered. Zhou Shengs dark face didnt flicker as his polearm returned to its storage space. His expression remained annoyed as he listened to the Sect Leaders plans to assign him a contingent of junior demonic cultivators as his own little army regiment... The Golden Sun Sect cultivators sent out to gather intelligence soon returned. Not only did they confirm that the demonic sects were preparing for war, but they also determined the location. One particular cultivator returned almost dead, clutching an ornate scroll of declaration. It was only due to the quick actions of the healers that the cultivator was saved from death. Another emergency meeting was called. The Nascent Soul cultivators in the sect filled the Elders Hall once more. Elder Liu Ru examined the declaration scroll with a grim expression. If we dont fight, those demonic cultivators will ravage the mortal towns, Elder Wang said. Doesnt your own inner sect disciple visit them daily? The declaration of war was clear. Even Elder Liu Ru could not refute it. Elder Liu exhaled heavily. Then, we prepare to meet them. There was a touch of victory in Elder Wangs eyes. Yes. Let us prepare for war. *author peeks head out* who expected this? ???? 94. They’re just children afflinghaze The next day... Stop, where do you think youre going, disciple? Just as Wen Zhihao was lifting-off with the flying cart and his charges, an elderly-looking male cultivator pushed the cart back down with a heavy qi slap. Wen Zhihao inwardly frowned, barely stopping the cart before it could slam into the ground. The children in the cart shivered in fear, doing their best to hide behind Wen Zhihao. Senior Elder, may I please understand what you mean? Wen Zhihao asked politely. The male cultivator, surnamed Luo, looked at him with a hint of mockery. A peak-stage Golden Core disciplerunning away? Wen Zhihao inwardly rolled his eyes. He wasnt at peak stage! If I may correct you You are a disciple of the Golden Sun Sect! We give you resources, and yet you want to run away? Or are you going to join the demonic cultivators? Wen Zhihaos lips tightened. He pushed back against the domineering qi from the other cultivator. Forgive this junior disciple, but I dont know whats happening. Senior Cultivator Luos eyes flashed with annoyance. Tch, as expected of one of Elder Lius disciples! You dont need to know! All you need to do is to listen to the orders of your elders. Wen Zhihaos eyes flickered to the space behind the other cultivator. His heart lifted when he saw Sun Fuyu flying towards him. The elderly-looking cultivator continued, Leave those mortals in their buildings. All inner-sect disciples are to meet at the West Gate. Dont make me drag you there in chains! I will make my way there, Wen Zhihao conceded. Hmmpf. With a snort, Senior Cultivator Luo glared at Wen Zhihao, glared at the children and teenagers in the cart, and glared at Sun Fuyu. You, disciple Sun! You need to go to the West Gate too! he ordered Sun Fuyu. Pah, that disciple Lin should be doing this instead of dragging his feet! The cultivator stomped away, continuing his rampage on unsuspected disciples. Sun Fuyu immediately ran up to Wen Zhihao. Wen-ge, he said in a low whisper. There are war preparations. My mission was cancelled because all inner sect disciples are required to contribute Realisation struck Wen Zhihao. With the demonic sects, isnt it? he murmured. En. Fuck, was this the infamous righteous-versus-demonic war that happened in xianxia dramas? Didnt the protagonists, Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng, already make up? Wen Zhihao exhaled, clearing away his frustrations. There were likely other factors involved. He shouldnt unjustly pin the blame on Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng. He turned to the scared children and gave them a reassuring smile. His qi spread over them, calming them down. It seems that you have a holiday, he said to the young ones. Ill take you all to Grandma Liu. You get to have fun! The little ones nodded. The older teenagers werent so easily convinced, but Wen Zhihao gave them comforting head-pats. Liu Jing was surprised to see her children and grandchildren return so soon. It seems I cant take them to school today, Wen Zhihao said apologetically. While Wen Zhihao gave each child one last hug, Sun Fuyu went up to Aunty Liu. In a little private corner, Sun Fuyu quietly told her about the upcoming war between the sects. Aunty Liu Jings brows pinched with worry. Youre both just children, they cant let you fight Were inner-sect disciples, Sun Fuyu said somberly. The sect should be safe, but just in case Sun Fuyu took out all the defensive talismans that Wen-ge had given him. Keep these. Xiao Fuyu Ill be fine, and Ill protect Wen-ge, Sun Fuyu said firmly. Aunty Liu sighed lightly. Stay safe. Liu Jing watched Xiao Wen and Xiao Fuyu leave the kitchens, flying on their swords over the buildings. She watched until she couldnt see even a speck of them. They were two inner sect cultivators, with rank and prestige and power far beyond Liu Jings own, but they were so young. If she could take their place, shed do so in a heartbeat. My children, come back alive. Numerous golden robed inner-sect disciples gathered at the West Gate of the Golden Sun Sect, many with frowns on their faces. Hu Jingyan caught Sun Fuyus attention and waved them over into a group with the rest of Liu Zhongmins disciples, plus Zhang Wu. Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao descended and stepped down from their flying swords. Good morning, Wen Zhihao greeted everyone. Hu-shijie, Gao-shixiong, Zhang-shixiong Sun Fuyu greeted his seniors one-by-one. Hu Jingyan looked at her young little Sun-shidi, feeling a pinch in her heart. What happens next, let your shijie deal with it, okay? Stay away from the fighting. Sun Fuyus eyes lowered slightly, silent. It was clear that he didnt want to agree. Youre here? Lin Yijun hurried over to them, frowning when he saw Wen Zhihao. There was a tightness to his jaw, and his hair had a slight sense of dishevelednesson anyone else, his hair would be impeccable, but not on Lin Yijun. Disciple Wen is a non-combatant, you should not be here. Wen Zhihao raised his eyebrows. A senior cultivator told me to come here on no uncertain terms Senior Cultivator Luo, Sun Fuyu said helpfully. Cultivator Luo? Lin Yijuns eyes flashed. He briefly closed his eyes, forcing down the annoyance and weariness. Wen Zhihaos eyes softened. Here, Senior Lin. He produced a fresh hot meat bun and a bamboo flask of spiritual water. This will give you energy, dont be polite. Lin Yijun stared at the food, his mind immediately returning to Zhou Sheng. Thank you, he said tersely. He accepted the food, but placed it in his spatial storage rather than eating it. Disciple Wen A sudden heavy, domineering aura pressed down on the entire area. The weakest inner sect disciples fell to their knees with painful thuds. Elder Wang looked down on the junior disciples gathered, their heads tilted up to him as though he was a god from the heavens. Satisfactory. He pulled back his aura. His eyes narrowed when he saw Lin Yijun standing with Liu Zhongmins bunch. Cultivator Lin Yijun, lead the way. Hu Jingyan met Elder Wangs gaze fearlessly. Lead? Where is Elder Liu and the other Elders? Are you questioning me, Disciple Hu? Elder Wang casually released enough of his aura to make Disciple Hus knees tremble. Elder Liu is required to stay back and defend the sect. Elder Wang flicked a sleeve and the gate opened. Cultivator Lin, you may proceed. Elder Wangs gaze was like a burning iron on the back of Lin Yijuns neck. Lin Yijun pulled himself together, a coldness settling in his eyes. Disciples, mount your swords, he commanded. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyus gazes met. Silently, they mounted their swords, rising up, close enough to hold hands if they wished. But they didnt, not with the sharp gazes behind them. The young inner sect disciples were trapped between Senior Cultivator Lin Yijun in the front and Elder Wang and a group of other senior cultivators at the back. They could only swallow their anxieties and follow Lin Yijun towards the battlefield. Fanart corner! Afternoon nap by Maitakashi129!! 95. Battlefield afflinghaze The air around Lin Yijun became increasingly heavy as they approached the location. The vast plain below him was carpeted with grasses and flowers, swaying in the wind. Someone walking on the ground might view it as a pastoral idyll, but from overhead, he could see the deep, dark ravine that split the plain in two. On one side, the Golden Sun Sect members and other righteous sects gathered. On the other side, demonic forces gathered. Lin Yijun felt a nauseating sense of dj vu. It was exactly like in his past life. The junior righteous cultivators would fight the junior demonic cultivators. The senior righteous cultivators would fight the senior demonic cultivators. And Lin Yijun would fight his best friend, Zhou Sheng. Wow, the Golden Sun guys came quickly, eager to fight, arent they? OII!! YOU M*THER F*CKERS!! HAHAHAH!! ...How utterly vulgar. Those demonic rabble are a blight on the world. Its best to kill them quickly and release their hoarded qi back into the natural world. Dark and bloody and ghostly qi emanated from the demonic side like a cold wave. Some of it arched across the ravine, only to be blocked by a senior cultivators shield. The wind became turbulent, caused by the chaotic movement of qi. Dark clouds rolled in on the demonic side, casting the ground into such deep shadow that it seemed that night had fallen. Righteous cultivators countered with high winds that pushed those dark clouds back. Just like that, demonic and righteous cultivators threw flashy and dazzling moves. The ground shook as some cultivator decided on an earthquake as an intimidation method, just as the Golden Sun disciples were landing. Sun Fuyu absently grabbed onto Wen-ge, stabilising both of them. He stared as huge amounts of qi were thrown back and forth violently. He rested his free hand on his sword, a fire burning in his heart. One day, hell be that strong too! Wen Zhihao, however, wasnt moved by the actions. Who made him have consumed power creep media? Why, punching an entire asteroid is nothing! With those kinds of posturing moves, was this meant to be a war or a game? Lin Yijun descended as he approached the ravine. He landed at the edge and peered across to the other side, trying to catch a glimpse of Zhou Sheng amongst the crowd of demonic cultivators. Lightning crashed down, disappearing into the depths below: the heavens were watching. Elder Wang precisely assessed both sides. The righteous side would win, this he was sure. Of course, people will die on their side too, but if they died, then they were fated to die. However...the junior disciples, headed by Lin Yijun, were remarkably calm. Elder Wangs eyes narrowed: it was good that they are not nervous about this war, but that calmness might also lead to a weakening lethargy. Offering your junior disciples for sacrifice? a senior demonic cultivator asked, his voice carrying to Elder Wang across the plain. Elder Wang snorted. They can sharpen their blades on you demonic scum. And if certain members of certain factions could die...that was their fault for being weak. He was about to order the Golden Sect disciples to make the first move, when loud roars and growling filled the air. Is this an attack??? The ground shook as a herd of big cats and one wolf came bounding over towards the Golden Sun Sect disciples. Cultivators rushed out of the way, eyes widening as the demonic beasts tackled Wen Zhihao. Grrrrr!! Hey, where did you think you were going without us? Woof! Woof woof?! Play play play? Is this a new game? Meowwww~ Pet me~~ Wen Zhihao laughed warmly, extending his hands to catch the large creatures, until he had a pile of them towering above him. One at a time, he chided them, as he lowered the pile to the ground. On the plain, on both the demonic and the righteous sides, eyes grew bright. Look at those powerful and large demonic beasts! Not only could demonic beasts fight, but they also had a heart-soothing effect, which was increasingly important for stronger cultivators. While righteous cultivators had to hold back, demonic cultivators became injected with chicken bloodfight the righteous cultivators and capture a beast to be their pet slave! Elder Wangs forehead pulsed in annoyance, cursing Elder Liu Ru and her slovenly disciples. He opened his mouth, ready to command The junior disciples have not seen war before. I will go first. Lin Yijuns voice was low but, with the help of his wind qi, carried across the entire plain. Elder Wangs jaw twitched. Very well. Lin Yijun held his sword and floated up into the air and over the ravine. On the other side, multiple demonic cultivators tugged at Zhou Shengs robes. Come on! Zhou Sheng, lets go and kill him! Theyre so stupid to send one person! His blood must be so potent. Zhou Sheng, dont you hate Lin Yijun? Its time for your revenge, an elder of the Blood Sect drawled. Lin Yijun is my business, and I will deal with him myself. If any of you approach, Ill kill you, Zhou Sheng snarled. He had no scruples slamming the blunt end of his polearm into multiple stomachs, to the point that those demonic cultivators fell to the ground, curled up in pain from bloody wounds. They were lucky he didnt use the sharp side. With a powerful sweep of his polearm, the blood whip extending beyond it, he forced the other demonic cultivators back. Then, he walked forward. Qi condensed under his feet, allowing him to rise up into the air. A sharp pain clawed his heart. The dark clouds, the lightning rolling overhead... He had done this before. He had walked this path before. Those flashes of memories dug into his mind, threatening to cripple him, but Wen Zhihaos calming stone kept the headache at bay. Zhou Sheng kept walking across the air, over the ravine, towards Lin Yijun. One was the genius cultivator of the Golden Sun Sect: long black hair, pulled back into a golden hair ornament; pale golden robes embroidered with deep gold patterns laced with qi; and a shining sword with a golden-white tassel with a jade carved cat. The other was the uprising cultivator of the Blood Sect: long black hair that whipped casually in the wind, the red hair ornament an afterthought; black robes edged with red the colour of blood; and a cruel-bladed polearm with a red tassel with a jade carved cat. Their qi auras expanded out, clashing where it met in the air between them. Although the war was happening earlier than expected, certain sharp, powerful eyes believed that this time, Lin Yijun, son of Heaven, would triumph with the combination of his power and knowledge of his past life. Those sharp, powerful eyes above narrowed slightly. Tassels with a jade carved cat? Those did not exist in the previous life. But they were such minor things, and would not affect the outcome of this war. As Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng came closer and closer, their flight slowed down tacitly until their approach was like a casual stroll. Cultivators watched expectantly. Who would make the first move? Who would spill the first blood? It had to be their side! Lin Yijuns sword cut through the air, from high to low, ending with its tip pointed down. Zhou Sheng. His voice was cold. Zhou Sheng met his gaze. The other cultivators place their hands on their weapons, ready ...This may be a bad time to say it...But I like Zhou Shengs polearm arced through the air as he spun it in his hand. Im going to kiss you now, and dont you dare stop me! Lin Yijuns eyes widened. In a blink of an eye, his sword was put away, leaving his hands free to hold onto Zhou Sheng. Their lips crashed together, painful yet sweet. A ferocious joy burst in their hearts as their qi clashed together, exploding like fireworks and momentarily blinding all onlookers. Blinded by unexpected dog food, ya~~ Remember when I asked everyone about your thoughts on OG BL? WELL!! Me and a few others have now created a website called The Daily Eggplant, which has some curated OG BL!! Please check it out! It also has its own discord server which is to be focused on OG BL ^_^ 96. You dare?? You DARE???!! Lin Yijuns eyes closed, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid hot against Zhou Shengs. It was like lightning, like spice. Zhou Shengs mouth was the most delicious thing he had been forced to eat so far. Confused lightning crackled in the dark clouds. Thunder boomed, as though the Heavens were growling at them to stop. No, no, this cant be right! Immortal eyes above could not believe the scene below. Whatwhat is the meaning of this? Elder Wang spluttered. Zhou Sheng, you were a spy the entire time?! the Blood Sect Leader growled. That cultivator is not one of ours! Elder Wang shouted back. Your scum disciple seduced our Lin Yijun! Anger throbbed in Lin Yijuns forehead. He apologetically pulled away from Zhou Sheng. The corner of his eyes curled when Zhou Sheng grabbed his hand. Dont speak like that of Zhou Sheng, Lin Yijun said coldly to all those present. He is his future Dao Companion, Zhou Sheng finished, with a cocky tilt of his head. The big stone in his heart had dropped, and the resulting hole was filled with renewed confidence and relief and happiness. Lin Yijun smiled, his eyes soft towards Zhou Sheng. Elder Wang gagged at the disgusting sight. Lin Yijun, kill that demonic cultivator and get back here. Lin Yijuns smile dropped, eyes turning cold. No. He drew his sword with his free hand, as though readying to protect the demonic cultivator from Elder Wang. So, Zhou Sheng defected. Then well kill him too, an elder from the Blood Sect said dismissively. Zhou Sheng let go of Lin Yijuns hand and turned to face the Blood Sect cultivators. His polearm emerged and thumped on the air with a BANG! Didnt I say Ill kill any of you who dares to approach? Zhou Sheng said darkly. Im the one taking out slave-owning rubbish. Come here and let me take out the trash. Wen Zhihao snickered, mentally giving Zhou Sheng a thumbs up for his line delivery. And he was happy for them: they seemed a lot happier now, and their qi was harmonious together rather than jarring. Some demonic cultivators clearly wanted to die early. A few rushed up to Zhou Sheng and others rushed up to Lin Yijun. Zhou Sheng and Lin Yijun met them head on, together. The qi shockwaves from their weapons sent their opponents flying back. Elder Wang gritted his teeth. His eyes honed in onto the Disciple Wen, inner disciple of Elder Liu Ru. Whats so funny, Disciple Wen? Was it you who corrupted Lin Yijun? Wen Zhihao stiffened, but then the dog ran between him and Elder Wang, baring her teeth. GRRR!!! DARE YOU SAY THAT AGAIN, OLD MAN?! Elder Wang drew his sword a fraction from its scabbard. The blade shone brightly with qi. Disciples, eliminate Elder Wang sucked a sharp breath when a sword suddenly slapped him on the bottom. He gnashed his teeth and spun around. Which disciple dared! But there was only a single flying sword, moving entirely on its own! Elder Wang could see qi clear as day, and yet this sword had no attached qiit wasnt being controlled by anyone! Without this, Elder Wang couldnt predict its erratic manoeuvrers. Wen Zhihaos sword crowed in its heart. Ha! Whack! Some of the righteous cultivators couldnt hold back their sniggers. A cultivator from the Ghost Sect sneered at the squabbling righteous cultivators. Arent they forgetting something? Pei, idiots! Ghosts, grab me a demonic beast! Pale, chilling ghosts flew across the ravine, straight for Wen Zhihao. Fuck, you Ghost Sect bastards! Demons, get me a beast first! Get me two, no three! Bipedal, tripedal, quadpedal demons gnashed their teeth under the command and rushed forward. The more reckless of demonic cultivators quickly followed on their heels. Whoosh! Stones flew through the air, as fast as an arrow. They slammed into the ghosts forehead. Some ghosts stopped immediately in their tracks, while some weaker ghosts immediately dissipated as they crossed over. Smack! More stones flew and struck the demons, also stopping them in their tracks. What, how Is that a heart soothing treasure?!! HEAVENS ABOVE! A HEART SOOTHING TREASURE! Demonic and righteous cultivators alike had their concentration broken as they focused their attention on the fallen stones on the ground, littering both sides of the ravine. Heart soothing treasures! Who on earth would throw them out like common sticks and stones?! One righteous cultivator from a different sect couldnt help himselfhe was poor, and heart soothing treasures were expensive! He weaved through the dumbfounded ghosts and snatched up a stone. Heavens witness! It really is a heart-soothing treasure! With this stone, he could avoid heart-demons and his path to cultivation will become so smooth! His words struck the hearts of many. The scrambling for the stones began! The ghost cultivator who had sent the first round of ghosts gritted his teeth. Fuck heart-soothing treasures, he didnt need them! He summoned his most powerful revengeful ghost. The ghost general dripped blood from head to toe, emanating a cold murderous aura. Get me a demonic beast, now! Sun Fuyu swore in his heart as the ghostly general rushed towards them. He was running out of calming stones, and he couldnt dash in and retrieve the thrown ones, not with all the cultivators scrambling for them. Wen-ge, get behind me! Wen Zhihao dazedly moved behind Sun Fuyu. Who was the author of this novel?! Before Sun Fuyu could step forward to meet the ghostly general, though, light shone like miniature suns from the demonic cats. No matter how high ones cultivation, it was impossible to see exactly what was happening. A few seconds later, the cats were gone...and in their place were humansor human figures. Their skin was a range between pale, pink, and grey. Long hair tumbled down their patterned robes, and furry ears stuck out from heads. The eyes on the transformed demonic beasts grew even hotter. These demonic beasts had cultivated enough to achieve a human form! One of the cat-humans bared her teeth. Pet, you dare want us as a pet? She and another cat-human leapt at the ghostly general, claw tipped hands forcing the ghost into submission. Well make you our pet, lets see how you like that! Tch, I hate this form, a male cat-human frowned, pulled at his yucky robes. They all had robes on because Huang Jialing impressed on them multiple times to transform their fur into human clothing. So let me be quick, no one will be our master! You can only be our cat-slave! Dont even bother trying to attack us, you humans wont even fill the spaces between our teeth, another cat-human sneered. Tch, not even worthy to be a cat-slave! Go away, we dont want you stinky humans! And stay away from our sleepy human! With their thoughts expressed in human language for the poor humans who couldnt understand cat-language, bright lights surrounded the cat-humans once more as they turned back into their preferred cat form. Their mouths opened, baring sharp teeth. You dare? You dare make me your pet? Throw you into the pits for a thousand years! One cat slapped the humans and ghosts and demons alike and grabbed the calming stones. GRRR!!! These arent yours! Theyre mine now!! May lightning strike up! Elder Wang seethed. He finally trapped the wayward sword under chains, and threw the cursed thing to the ground hard enough to create a small crater. Disciple Wen, stop playing around and fight! Disciple Sun, dare you point your sword at me? Wen Zhihao snapped out of his cat-induced daze. He rested a placating hand on Sun Fuyus shoulder and looked up at Elder Wangs angry, demanding face. No. I dont want to fight. Elder Wang spluttered in anger. Calm down, Elder Wang. Take a deep breath in, and breathe out... Wen Zhihaos voice was laced with qi and had an authoritative parental tone. Cultivators couldnt help but subconsciously breathe in as the voice told them to. The air rippled around Wen Zhihao, like a soft shockwave spreading outwards. Elder Wang: THIS IS MEANT TO BE SERIOUS! Wen Zhihao: (ᨌ) Guess Im about to ruin this mans life Cats: Stay away from our sleepy human! Sun Fuyu: (?_? ) Whose sleepy human, hm? 97. Oh, do you think you’re the best? No, it’s me! afflinghaze Take a deep breath in. now breathe out... Sun Fuyu quietly used his wind qi to help spread Wen-ges voice far and wide. Nearby junior cultivators swayed on their feet as a sleepy feeling struck them. The cats yawned unashamedly and cozied up to Wen Zhihao. The calming stones, scattered across the plain and in the possession of humans and cats alike, resonated with the calming aura. The calming auras range was boosted from the righteous cultivators side all the way to the demonic cultivators side. Zhou Sheng and Lin Yijun halted their movements, as did their opponents. The demonic pets of various cultivators succumbed next. The feeling made them want to roll over and sleep. In this qi environment, fighting was the last thing on their minds. Despite being quite individualistic, cultivators still had a sense of peer pressure. When the others around them stopped fighting and shouting and jumping, they too reconsidered their actions. The Heavens above realised what was wrong. Who is that cultivator? This soul is not from this world! The lightning that had gathered in the clouds had nowhere to go. Cease that nonsense, Elder Wang spat out. His cultivation was far beyond the little aura that Disciple Wen put out. This is a war. Do your duty and fight! But I dont want to, Wen Zhihao said calmly. Elder Wang wants to fight. If any demonic cultivators consent to fighting, then you can all amuse yourselves. However, I have more important things to do. Leave the rest of us in peace. Wen Zhihao glanced at Zhou Sheng. If any cultivator has been unlawful, enslaving or killing or assaulting others, then those crimes need to be brought to light and the individual cultivators dealt with in a proper manner. Zhou Sheng smirked slightly. Indeed. I wont even kill you or hurt you. Any hurt you feel would be your own doing. Stop preaching your stupid hypocritical peace! a senior demonic cultivator sneered. We havent had a war in hundreds of years, its time to see who really is the strongest! Tch, we righteous cultivators have won every war, a senior righteous cultivator retorted. Ah, if that is what you want Wen Zhihao rubbed his hairless chin. His eyes brightened as he found a solution. To truly determine who is strongest, you must hold a tournament. The winner of the tournament will be the most powerful and skilled champion cultivator. Eyes widened. A tournament? Youre just saying that because you know youll lose the war, the same senior demonic cultivator sneered again. Oh, so youre scared of a proper tournament? Scared that, under the audiences eyes, your weaknesses will be revealed? the same senior righteous cultivator retorted. Wen Zhihao rubbed his chin some more. Of course, there would be multiple different cultivators with multiple different reasons to fight. And there would be cultivators on both sides who should...have a taste of their own crimes. But a war was messy, and survival was affected by luck. It also adversely affected everyone''s quality of life. In contrast, a tournament had economic benefits, was orderly, and didnt require Wen Zhihaos participation. It was time to lay it thick to these big bosses. Fellow Cultivators, consider this little ones words, Wen Zhihao began. In a war, your beautiful skills and powerful moves will be forgotten, and in the end, only the survivors will be remembered. But in a tournament, you can showcase your compelling, impressive, domineering power. Use your skills and your treasures to overwhelm your opponent in a fair fight, and gain the recognition of peers, righteous and demonic alike. Why, if you believe so much in your own strength, the tournament can even be open to rogue cultivators. The winners name will be known across the entire cultivation world. To judge, we can have a representative from each Sect. There will be multiple streams, for each cultivation-level bracket, Lin Yijun said. Having previously helped organise the Intra-Sect competition in the Golden Sun Sect, Lin Yijun had tournament administration experience. And those who win can definitively say that they are the best, the top of the peak of all other fellow cultivators in their class, Zhou Sheng said. Though, Im obviously the best among Nascent Soul cultivators, so there is no need to hold that competition Suck eggs, Zhou Sheng! a Blood Sect cultivator yelled. Hold the damn tournament, and well show you whos best! Thats right, hold it! Tournament to show who is the top immortal! Hold the tournament! Whos scared of fighting one-on-one? NOT ME! Tournament! Tournament! Tournament! Lin Yijun looked over the crowds of cultivators. How different it was from his past life. Instead of the ravaged flowers and pockmarked landscape caused by fighting, there was this. And most importantly, there was Zhou Sheng standing by his side. Lin Yijun was glad for this second chance at life. The lightning under the dark clouds disappeared. This wasnt why Lin Yijun was given a second chance..! There was supposed to be a bloody war! But without any death, there couldnt be rebirth. Teeth could only be gritted, feet walking away in frustration. The air over the plain suddenly lightened as the Heavenly pressure disappeared. Lin Yijun raised his voice above the chanting. In that case, each sect, please send a representative and we may start planning the tournament immediately. Rowdy cultivators cheered. Wen Zhihao secretly let out a sigh of relief. He was glad that Lin Yijun decided to take charge and organise the tournament, because Wen Zhihao sure didnt. He turned to Sun Fuyu. It looks like Senior Lin has everything under control. We can return back home. Sun Fuyu hesitated. But all your calming stones Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus hair. Ill make you some more, its easy. Thankfully, none of the cultivators who had scrambled so desperately for a special heart-soothing treasure heard Wen Zhihaos words, or else theyll be coughing up blood. Hu Jingyan felt a heavy stone in her heart drop. Her shoulders lightened. Yes, lets go back. Sun-shidi, your Wen-ge has interesting ideas. Sun Fuyu straightened proudly. En! Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. Thank you, Hu-shijie. He nudged the cats sprawled around him. Come on, lets go home, ba. After all this business, I think its time for lunch Meanwhile, the senior cultivators in the Golden Sun Sect gathered to discuss their next steps. I say, Elder Wang, a tournament is not a bad idea. The senior Golden Sun Sect cultivator who spoke was not of anyones faction, but still held a lot of sway in the sect. Elder Wangs heart burned with anger, but when the other righteous sects started to agree to a tournament too, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He hated to admit it, but without the support of others, he could not wipe out the demonic cultivators alone. This...this was all the fault of that Disciple Wen! And that, in turn, made it Elder Liu Rus fault! Fighting Elder Liu Ru was not possible, but as for Disciple Wendamn it, curse him! For Disciple Wen was leading a crowd of disciples away, and he was surrounded by the demonic beasts...And that accursed sword too! When did it escape?! Sun Fuyu secretly praised Wen-ges sword for its fast and amazing actions. If the sword had a tail, it would be wagging proudly. And later, when Wen Zhihao was not looking, the sword sneakily returned to the spatial ring where it rested, Elder Wang none-the-wiser. Another work that Ive been reading on Chrysanthemum Garden is Life is a Game. I even made some fanart for it for the CG 10k event ???? The Daily Eggplant has more and more novels! And there is now a tagged list that should be easier to navigate and pick what you like, too~ 98. Who’s that sword? It’s—! Liu Jings chest squeezed when she saw Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao return.with a large crowd of followers, human and non-human alike. She ran a critical eye over Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao. Aside from looking a little windswept, and aside from that tiredness in Wen Zhihaos posture before he straightened, there were no signs of injuries. Theyre safe. Once the heavy tension in Liu Jings heart dropped, a suspicious feeling replaced it. Uncle Wen, Uncle Sun, youre back! Ah-Yi shouted happily. Just in time to eat! He and the other children and teenagers were seated at the tables laden with food, filled rice bowls in front of them. Xiao Bai raised his small face with puppy-dog eyes, looking so cute that Wen Zhihao wanted to reach over and pinch his cheeks. Wen Zhihao felt injected with energy from all the meng. En, Im back. Aunty Liu, I hope you can make some more food for everyone. Liu Jing propped her hands on her hips. So soon? Sun Fuyu smiled proudly. En! Instead of...that, Wen-ge proposed to have a big tournament instead! The frown didnt leave Liu Jings face though. Surely it cannot be that easy Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. It would not have been possible without Senior Lin Yijun and Senior Zhou Sheng, and the cats, and Sun Fuyu. They all helped stop any attempted fighting. And it helped that many of the cultivators were a bit tsundere, moderately narcissistic, and extremely hypercompetitive, Wen Zhihao thought secretly in his heart. Aiya, even though he no longer needed to fight, he might have to administer pet-therapy on some of them for the greater good. And it wouldnt have been possible without Wen-ges super amazing relaxing aura! Sun Fuyu thought secretly in his own heart. Wen-ge was amazing, he was able to calm even senior cultivators down long enough to make them listen! The calming stones were also really effective in stopping ghosts and demons. So. Wen Zhihao neatly sat down in-between Ah-Yi and Xiao Bai and looked up at Aunty Liu expectantly. Liu Jings frown eased as her expression became exasperated. She raised her gaze to the familiar cultivators and large animals, and waved them over. Help me take out some more tables, and have a seat. Wen-ge, Ill get you a bowl and chopsticks, Sun Fuyu volunteered. Thank you, Xiao Yu. Dont forget to fetch your own too. Were very grateful, Hu Jingyan said apologetically to Liu Jing. Its my job to feed the immortal cultivators, Liu Jing said. No need to be polite. After showing the cultivators where the extra tables were stored, she rushed into the kitchen, ordering the staff to cook up some more quick dishes. That lunch time, the back of the kitchens had a sight never seen before. Rows of tables had so many dishes that there was almost no gap. Seated at these tables were young children, teenagers, mortal staff, and young-adult-looking inner sect cultivators in their respondent golden robes. Large cats and one wolf stretched across any patch of land, some of them napping, and others gnawing on large chunks of meat. As Old Tang and Liu Jing headed back into the kitchens to refill the jugs of spiritual spring water, Old Tang nudged Liu Jing with his elbow. Liu Jing, when did you gain so many more little ancestors? Liu Jings gaze turned sharp. Tch, what nonsense are you talking about? And if Im their elder, then you count as an elder uncle. Old Tang patted his chest proudly. Ill be the fun elder Uncle, and you can be the strict and scary Grandmother! Liu Jing huffed. After filling the jugs, go and pick some fruit for the nice young ones! Old Tang promptly saluted her. Understood! After eating, Hu Jingyan and the other sword disciples went to find their master Liu Zhongmin to inform them of matters. Meanwhile, Wen Zhihao took Sun Fuyu and his children charges back to their quarters for a well deserved nap. To Wen Zhihaos pleasant surprise, Sun Fuyu climbed into bed with him. Wen Zhihao laid down his back, while Sun Fuyu laid down his side and faced Wen Zhihao. Belatedly, the earlier mornings tension hit Wen Zhihao. With a breath of relief, he said, We were lucky that sword came and interrupted Elder Wang. It looked familiar. Wen-ge, of course Mao Lan Meng is familiar, Sun Fuyu replied, confused. Mao Lan Meng1Cats Lazy Dream? Wen Zhihao repeated. Oh, Wen-ges sword changed its name recently. Sun Fuyu pouted. I wanted to call it Bao2protect Wen Ge, but Lan Meng had already chosen a new name. Wen Zhihao was startled. Eh? That was his sword giving Elder Wang a smacking? Wen Zhihao internally sweated. He could never draw his sword if Elder Wang was around again, unless he wanted to anger Elder Wang to death! Wen Zhihao cleared his throat. Hm, yes, then I will thank Lan Meng later. Also many thanks to Xiao Yu, ah. Your stone throwing was very accurate and powerful. It was my responsibility, Sun Fuyu said simply. Cloth rustled as he sidled up close to Wen-ge. If Wen-ge got hurt, I could never forgive myself Sun Fuyu had been prepared. Violence was no stranger to him. But that was different for Wen-ge. As a talisman cultivator, Wen-ge should have never been forced onto the battlefield. But that Elder Wang and Senior Cultivator Luo...grrr!! Sun Fuyu hoped that his shijies and shixiongs made them regret until they coughed up blood!! Wen Zhihao reached over and pulled Sun Fuyu into his embrace. Hm, we need to trust Senior Lin and Senior Zhou to handle the tournament A yawn forced its way out. The morning had been unusually exhausting. Go to sleep, Wen-ge, Sun Fuyu patted him gently. After Wen-ge had calmed everyone down, he had massively overdrawn his previously unused qi reserves. Mm. Not sure why, but Wen Zhihao seemed to hear the sound of cats purring. Mentally shrugging, Wen Zhihao hugged Sun Fuyu and fell asleep to Sun Fuyus comforting patting. As Wen-ges aura slowly rebuilt itself, Sun Fuyu also dozed off. In fact, the cats had followed Wen Zhihao secretly instead of returning to their garden. After much arguing among each other about who would get to sleep in the bedrooms, they ended up all draping on the ground under the window outside instead. If one cat didnt get to sleep with Sleepy Human, no cat got to sleep with Sleepy Human! Thanks to val for helping with Wen Zhihaos swords name! Also, my prize for the CG 10k event has been won by the artist Emi! Thank you to everyone who made fanworks for Salted Fish ???? 99. Dealing with Elder Wang afflinghaze Unlike Wen Zhihao, Elder Wang was not having a restful afternoon. While in the middle of discussions with other senior cultivators in his faction, Elder Wang received a shock from the little sun token he carried: The Golden Sun Sect Leader was calling an immediate Elders-only meeting. Elder Wang only had a few minutes to farewell his supporters before the sun token forcefully transported him to the Elders Hall in the Golden Sun Sect. The Sect Leader sat crosslegged at the front, with their white-golden robes draped around them. Elder Wang, they said. There was a hint of disapproval. Rather than being seated on the stage, Elder Liu Ru sat on one side of a table placed in front of the stage. Elder Wang felt a shiver of wariness, but his expression remained collected. Sect Leader, he greeted, clasping his hands together. Take a seat. Forcing his heart to be calm and still, Elder Wang sat down gracefully on the side opposing Elder Liu. A few moments later, the two other Elders appeared, the female Elder Su and the male Elder Jia. Elder Su, Elder Jia, the Sect Leader greeted coolly. Take a seat. Once everyone was seated, the Sect Leader exhaled slightly. Immediately, their qi surrounded the room, providing an extra layer of protection against eavesdroppers. It also closed up any possible escape. I called this meeting to discuss the matter of the apparent cultivator war. I thank Elder Liu for calling me out of seclusion. Elder Wang froze. The reason why he had been able to direct the disciples out to war that morning without hindrance was because Elder Jia was on his side, Elder Su was staunchly neutral, and Elder Liu had been missing. Elder Wang had asked the two Peak Master Lins1Lin Yijuns parents to find and follow Elder Liu Ru. But rather than waiting for the Lins report, Elder Wang had taken the prime opportunity to begin the demonic-righteous war. Elder Wangs eyes darkened. So, it turned out that Elder Liu Ru had been busy calling the Sect Leader out of seclusion. Who knew that Elder Liu would risk such a thing. Obviously, she was attempting to gain the Sect Leaders favour. The Sect Leader continued: You are the Sect Elders of the great Golden Sun Sect. You have responsibility over the disciples, to nurture them and guide them, as those previous have guided us. The Sect Elders eyes swept over the four people in front of them. As the Sect Elders, you should understand best the terrible cost of a war. In your solo command, I have to wonder if you, Elder Wang, want to take my position and become the Sect Leader. Despite the penetrating expression of the Sect Leader, Elder Wang did not flinch. I had to act quickly, he replied coolly. When we arrived at the ravine, the demonic cultivators had already begun to gather, as did cultivators from our allied righteous sects. How could we leave them to fight alone? And yet, from my reports, Elder Wang did not even think of any methods to diffuse the situation, unlike the Inner Sect Disciple Wen Zhihao. At the mention of Wen Zhihaos name, Elder Wang wanted to crush something. Jaw tightening, he forced out, If it were so easy, why did Elder Liu do nothing? You are right, Elder Wang. I had not thought of a solution, hence I called the Sect Leader out of seclusion so that we may formulate one, Elder Liu replied. For rashly jumping in to begin a continent-wide war and selfishly putting the lives of the Golden Sun Sect disciples at risk, Elder Wang is now demoted from Sect Elder to Peak Master. A new Sect Elder will be promoted in the future. Elder Wang wanted to cough up blood. Rash? His actions were far from rash! Who was so blind as to not see the stirrings of war from weeks, months ago? But saying so would only make his situation worse. Elder Wangnow a common Elder, not a Sect Elderlowered his head and had to speak in a deferential tone: This cultivator accepts the Sect Leaders ruling. At that moment, his special sun token flew out of his pocket to the Sect Leaders side. You are allowed to take part in this new tournament as a contestant, but you are not allowed to be a referee nor organiser, the Sect Leader continued. As for Disciple Wen, Elder Liu, I leave it to you to devise a suitable reward. Disciple Wen has shown great leadership and should be a model to all. If only more disciples could take the initiative that Disciple Wen has shown. Elder Liu Ru: ... She suspected she knew exactly why Disciple Wen had diffused the war situation, and it wasnt the leadership in the Sect Leaders mouth. But she knew when to bow her head too. Understood, Sect Leader. The Sect Leader inclined their head slightly. As for Elder Su and Elder Jia, I am disappointed in your behaviour Wen Zhihao remained blissfully unaware of the massive shock among the Golden Sun Sects upper ranks, from the Peak Master Elders beginning their campaigns to take the empty Sect Elder position, to the infighting in Peak Master Wangs faction. Instead, he was peacefully sleeping. By the time he woke up from his afternoon nap it wasnot the afternoon? Wen Zhihaos eyes opened to a bleary squint. Morning sunlight shone through the window. He squeezed his eyes shut again and buried his head under his pillow. He had half-fallen asleep again when Shit! Morning! The kids! Wen Zhihaos eyes snapped open and he pushed himself upright. The bed next to him was empty, and the flying cart was missing from his spatial ring. It took a moment for Wen Zhihao to make the connection. Sun Fuyu! Sun Fuyu must have taken the kids to school! Wen Zhihao flopped back down on the bed in relief. He rubbed his eyes and yawned again. He hadnt slept so long since his all-nighter uni days. He rolled around in bed a little, but instead of his sleepiness turning into sleep, he became more awake instead. Defeated, Wen Zhihao got up from bed. He got dressed, wrote a few official talismans, and then decided to go outside. He remembered that he had promised to make Sun Fuyu many more calming stones. He paused when he saw all the cats and one dog sprawled around the building. Hello there, he greeted, walking over to them. He crouched down to pet furry heads. Meow! Ruff! Meeoooww~~ Hm, I cant pet you all day, Wen Zhihao said regretfully. I need to collect stone rocks. You stay here and sleep Meow! In a flash, the animals leapt to their feet, tails up and ears alert. ...Or you can follow. Wen Zhihao hid a laugh in his heart at the cute little furry babies. Wen-ge, youre awake! Wen Zhihao looked up and his eyes crinkled. Fifty or so meters away in the air was Sun Fuyu! Sun Fuyu covered the remaining distance in less than a second, hurtling into Wen Zhihaos waiting arms. If Wen-ge is sleepy, Wen-ge can go back to sleep! I already took the young ones to school. Thank you, Xiao Yu. Does Xiao Yu want to go to the forest with me? I need to collect more stones. UmYes! Its best if Wen-ge goes to the forest. Wen Zhihao pulled back from shifty-eyed Sun Fuyu and raised his eyebrows. What is it, Xiao Yu? he asked in a teasing tone. Sun Fuyu pouted. Aggrievedly burrowing back into Wen-ge''s arms, he mumbled, Since yesterday, many cultivators from our sect and even the other sects have been requesting meetings with Wen-ge. They all want Wen-ges calming stones. And what did you tell them? That they needed to pay two high-level spiritual stones, Sun Fuyu admitted. That reduced the number of requests. Two? Last time, Senior Cheng Yahui forcefully paid him one high-level spiritual stone. This kind of markup felt very capitalist, ba. But he could also save up the money to spend on Xiao Yu! Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus head with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. If Xiao Yu says the price is two high-level spiritual stones, then that is the price. Sun Fuyu basked in the head-patting for a long moment, his eyes curved in enjoyment. Mm. Wen-ge, fly on my sword, and Ill take you to the forest. Wen Zhihao naturally stood behind Sun Fuyu on his sword and hugged him around the waist. In order to avoid other cultivators spotting them in the air, and in order for the demonic cats and demonic wolf to keep up, Sun Fuyu flew low on the ground. They navigated through the sect, and out into the forest. Sun Fuyu smartly took Wen-ge towards the river, where there were many nice smooth stones. As he helped pick stones with Wen-ge, the animals trailing behind them curiously, Sun Fuyu hid a secret worry in his heart. Now that Wen-ge had shown his power in front of the cultivator world, what could Sun Fuyu do in order to protect Wen-ges peace? Lookee, so pretty!! The art was drawn by val, and little card was made by yue~ 100. Human children and furry children When it came time to pick up the kids, Sun Fuyu drove the cart, while Wen Zhihao sat at the back and turned smooth river stones into calming stones. The animals smartly went back to the sect by themselves. Then it was lunch at the sect kitchens, then naps back at their roomsit was back to their normal routine. The war scare was barely a blip in Wen Zhihaos everyday life. This time, Wen Zhihao woke up from his afternoon nap on the same afternoon. There were sounds floating in from outside: childrens laughter and cats meows. The bed was otherwise empty, but Wen Zhihao just knew in his heart that Sun Fuyu was nearby, supervising the kids. Wen Zhihao breathed slow and steady, his awareness turning inward. He felt as though there was a connection between his heart and Sun Fuyus. He reflexively glanced at his hands, but there weren''t any red strings tied around his fingers. Stretching, Wen Zhihao rose from bed and pulled on his robes. He left his long hair untied. Taking the opportunity, Wen Zhihao created a few more calming stones, and changed the talisman-to-be-printed on the talisman copier. Once he was sure that the talisman copier was working, he headed outside. As expected, in the courtyard of Liu Zhongmins disciple accommodation quarters, there was Sun Fuyu, the children, and many large animals. Wen Zhihao tilted his head slightly. He had never counted the number of cats before but...didnt it seem like there were more this afternoon than in the morning? And there were...three dogs, a giant bunny and even a bear Bewildered, Wen Zhihao walked over to Sun Fuyus side. Xiao Yu...did Cultivator Huang adopt more animals? Sun Fuyu bumped their arms together affectionately. No. These are the pets of other cultivators from the other sects. At Wen-ges confused look, Sun Fuyu cleared his throat. They followed Wen-ges aura At the plain/ravine, Wen-ges aura had had a big impact on the demonic animals. The peaceful qi made them want to roll over, to be petted, and to sleep. Unfortunately, Wen Zhihao and the others had left soon after. So as soon as their masters werent looking, these demonic animals used their tracking skills to stalk down the delicious qi. Wen Zhihaos trip to the mortal town with Sun Fuyu to collect the children allowed them to catch Wen Zhihaos trail, leading them here. Oh, I see. Wen Zhihao leaned down and picked up Xiao Bai who had just come over. Xiao Bai, not playing with your friends? Xiao Bai shook his head. Uncle is awake now Wen Zhihao rubbed Xiao Bais head. Were you scared Ill sleep through the afternoon again? he asked with a grin. Xiao Bai shyly hid his face. Wen Zhihao smiled fondly and turned to Sun Fuyu. Xiao Yu, can you do something for me? Sun Fuyu immediately straightened. Yes! Ill give you all the calming stones Ive made, and trust you to give them to interested cultivators? You can keep all the spiritual stones. Sun Fuyus heart rate picked up. Yes, I can do it for Wen-ge! He had wanted to deal with the other cultivators for Wen-ge, and Wen-ge was thinking the same as him! They really were the best Dao Companions! But no, no, the spiritual stones are all Wen-ges, I wont hide any! Are you sure? How about taking half? Sun Fuyu decisively shook his head. I trust Xiao Yu. Even if Sun Fuyu didnt accept it, Wen Zhihao was planning to spend it on Xiao Yu. Either way, itll go to his fianc. Wen Zhihao gave Sun Fuyu all his calming stones. With a serious expression, Sun Fuyu left the courtyard. Sun Fuyu hadnt told Wen-ge...but outside Liu Zhongmins grounds, there was a crowd of cultivators waiting. While they all looked like righteous cultivators, Sun Fuyu wouldnt be surprised if a couple of demonic cultivators had snuck in too. Sun Fuyu had first spotted some of them lurking outside the courtyard during the afternoon nap time. Upon contacting his shifu, Liu Zhongmin hurried back from her meeting to activate a defensive array around her quarters. The crowd consisted of three groups of people: (1) the cultivators who wanted to buy calming stones, which they called unassuming heart-soothing treasures; (2) the cultivators who were not happy that their demonic pet had run away; and (3) the cultivators who wanted to speak with Wen Zhihao. Sun Fuyu wanted all of them to leave as soon as possible. The cultivators outside the barrier became more energetic when they spotted Sun Fuyu, though nothing could be heard through the barrier. Hu Jingyan, who had been assigned to watch the defensive array, frowned. Sun-shidi, you be careful. En, Ill be fine, Hu-shijie, Sun Fuyu inclined his head to Hu Jingyan in acknowledgement. He continued up to the barrier and stepped through. The other cultivators immediately began talking, but Sun Fuyu pointedly didnt speak until they all calmed down. The fellow cultivators who want a heart soothing treasure, please come to the front with your payment ready. Sun Fuyus voice grew cold. If you are not orderly, then I wont sell to anyone. My Wen-shixiong has no obligation to you. You can find another source of heart soothing treasures. Tch, then what about my demonic pet?! Are you going to reimburse me after stealing it?! A particularly livid cultivator angrily kicked the defensive arrays shield. I know my pet is behind this array! Sun Fuyu sneered. With that kind of attitude, you dont deserve to have a demonic pet! Now, should I sell any heart-soothing treasures or not? Sell! Another cultivator lightly nudged the first one aside. She then greeted Sun Fuyu respectfully with two hands. She produced an exquisite tray with two tear-shaped blue spiritual stones. Fellow Cultivator Sun, here are two high-level spiritual stones After ensuring that the spiritual stones were legitimate, Sun Fuyu took out one calming stone from his spatial ring. Its aura gently spread out. Ensure its quality. The cultivators eyes closed briefly. Her exhale was slow and calm, though her heart was excited. This heart-soothing treasure was even better than the one her rival had snatched yesterday! Many thanks, Fellow Cultivator Sun! With her proclamation, the other interested cultivators immediately hurried forwardthough not too hurried, or else it would look like they were desperate. Fellow Cultivator Sun, here is my payment! Fellow Cultivator Sun, please accept these spiritual stones! Despite the clamouring outside, none of that sound penetrated into the courtyard. Wen Zhihao carried Xiao Bai and played catch with the demonic dogs (wolves), petted the giant bunny, and rubbed the furry stomach of the bear. See, not so scary, Wen Zhihao said to Xiao Bai, guiding Xiao Bai to also rub the bears stomach. Soft, Xiao Bai said in a serious little voice. En, soft. Wen Zhihao gave a light laugh. Meow! Meow! Why are you petting these outsiders! Youre our human! A particularly energetic cat gently nudged Wen Zhihao away from the demonic bear and stuffed his head under Wen Zhihaos hand. Pressing his lips together to hold back a laugh, Wen Zhihao gave the cat a scratch behind the ears and under the chin. The cat purred. MEOW! Dont monopolise the Sleepy Human! Another cat came over and knocked the first one aside and placed her head under Wen Zhihaos hand instead. With an exasperated smile, Wen Zhihao obligingly petted this cat too. Xiao Bai also reached out and touched the top of the cats head. Seeing the herd of cats approaching him, Wen Zhihao stopped petting the cat and pulled out a butterfly-lights talisman from his spatial ring instead. Xiao Bai, would you like to activate this talisman for me? Xiao Bai nodded. He gripped the talisman with his small hand and said in a milky voice, Activate! The talisman glowed and shiny butterflies flew out of its surface. Eyes of the cats immediately narrowed in on the fluttering creatures, head-pats forgotten. Meow! I can catch more than you! GRR! Im the current champion! With the cats occupied, Wen Zhihao was able to sit down, resting against the large bear. Looking after human children and furry children was tiring! Xiao Bai sat down next to him, examining the talisman. Ill let you practice writing on yourself later, okay? Xiao Bai brightened. Ill work hard, Uncle! Wen Zhihao rubbed Xiao Bai on the head. En, looking forward to it. CHAPTER 100!! OMG! Thank you for still being here! Also please check out The Daily Eggplant and its discord server if you use discord. 101. No, no, no, no more responsibilities! afflinghaze Sun Fuyu soon ran out of calming stones. Come back next week, he told the waiting cultivators. When he saw that some of them were about to protest, Sun Fuyu added, If not, Ill only sell them through the Golden Sun Sects auction house next month. Mouths closed. One smart cultivator bowed. This cultivator understands. Have a good day, Cultivator Sun. After the polite farewells, the cultivators wanting spiritual stones left. The remaining crowd consisted of cultivators with missing pets and cultivators who wanted to speak with Wen Zhihao. With so much money on your hands, how about you pay up for stealing my demonic pet? the same livid cultivator from earlier swaggered up to Sun Fuyu. Although his outer robes were dark blue, Sun Fuyu could see a sliver of the black layers underneath. It was as though he wanted to intimidate Sun Fuyu with the fact that he was a demonic cultivator. Sun Fuyu gave the cultivator a condescending look. If your demonic pet liked you, then why would it come here? There were many other cultivators with pets. I dont see them here. How would we know what kind of magical treasure that Disciple Wen has to lure our demonic beasts? another cultivator scoffed. Is the Golden Sun Sect so covetous of others demonic beasts? Wen-shixiong doesnt need any magical treasure. You are all simply jealous that Wen-shixiong doesnt employ coercive means. Why you! Ignoring the angry looks, Sun Fuyu continued, As for any other seniors who want to speak with Cultivator Wen, he is not accepting any meetings, regardless of your popularity or seniority. If it is truly important, then you may liaise with the other talisman cultivators. Wen-ges peace is more important! Indeed, please refrain from bothering Disciple Wen. Elder Liu Rus clear voice rose from behind the crowd. The other cultivators cleared her way: she was an entire level stronger than them. Now please disperse. If you wish to stay at the Sect, then you may apply for accommodation at any of the offices at the gates. Under Elder Lius stern expression, the remaining crowd departed with dark expressions. Once the last cultivator left, Elder Liu stepped through the barrier, as did Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu greeted respectfully. Good afternoon, Elder Liu. Good afternoon, Elder Liu, Hu Jingyan echoed. Elder Liu inclined her head. Disciple Hu has worked hard. I have just strengthened the barrier: you can leave now. Hu Jingyan nodded. Many thanks, Elder Liu. Elder Liu then turned to Sun Fuyu. Disciple Sun, Im here to speak with Disciple Wen. Has he awoken? En, he has. Hm. Elder Liu Ru walked into the building and through to the main courtyard. Sun Fuyu followed behind her. At that moment, Wen Zhihao was seated in the middle of the courtyard with the children. He was showing Xiao Bai how to write a basic talisman to generate light. The other children were drawing and scribbling on their talisman paper, having already lost interest in writing talismans. The animals lazed in various positions around them. Wen Zhihao rose to his feet. Good afternoon, Elder Liu. The children also rose to their feet, bowing. Good afternoon, Elder Liu, they echoed. Children, take a seat, Elder Liu Ru said kindly. Disciple Wen, let us speak in Senior Cultivator Liu Zhongmins office. Wen Zhihao patted children on the heads and stepped over sleeping cats. Xiao Yu En, dont worry, Sun Fuyu nodded. While Sun Fuyu remained behind with the children and animals, Wen Zhihao followed Elder Liu to Liu Zhongmins office. There were even more swords in the office since Wen Zhihao was last here. Wen Zhihao sat down at the table, opposite Elder Liu Ru. Disciple Wen, allow me to be direct. The Sect Leader believes that you showed great leadership at the ravine the other day. Wen Zhihao: ... Leadership? What leadership? Elder Lius expression showed that she knew exactly what Wen Zhihao was thinking. Regardless, they have asked me to reward you suitably. I believe the Sect Leader had your promotion in mind Wen Zhihao immediately shook his head. No need, Elder Liu, no need. Promotion meant responsibilities! But I assumed that you would decline. Wen Zhihao cleared his throat slightly in embarrassment. Elder Liu knows me well. Elder Lius mouth twitched in faint amusement. Instead, you will be rewarded with your own courtyard house on this mountain. It will be lower down the mountain, but there will be many more rooms and space for you and Disciple Sun and the children. Wen Zhihaos eyes brightened. If cultivator mountains were analysed from a property-market point of view, then the prime real-estate was at the peak where the Peak Master resided, while the cheapest land was at the bottom. A room at the altitude of Liu Zhongmins quarters could be worth more than an entire building further down. But for Wen Zhihao, a house closer to the bottom meant he had to do less walking/flying up the mountain. He clasped his hands together and bowed his head. This disciple thanks Elder Liu for the reward. The corners of Elder Lius lips curled up slightly. The courtyard house will soon begin construction and should be ready by next month. I will later show you the location, and you can make any requests After Elder Liu Ru gave Wen Zhihao the rest of the details and timeframes, Wen Zhihao thanked Elder Liu again. There was a lightness in his step as he and Elder Liu left the office and went back to the courtyard. After he and the others farewelled Elder Liu Ru, Wen Zhihao burst into a grin. Sun Fuyu was extremely confused when Wen Zhihao suddenly hugged him so hard that his feet lifted off from the ground. He rested his hands on Wen-ges shoulders. Wen-ge? What happened? Elder Liu is giving us a courtyard house! Well have more room for the children and the cats! Wen Zhihao looked at the other animals. ...And the dogs and the bear and the rabbit, he belatedly added. A house? Wen Zhihao put Sun Fuyu down again. Yes, Elder Liu said it was a reward for he trailed off sheepishly. But Sun Fuyu immediately understood: Not everyone could do what Wen-ge did the other day. Wen-ge was so great that the Elders rewarded him personally! Wen-ge is great, Sun Fuyu said. Xiao Yu is great, Wen Zhihao automatically replied. He took Sun Fuyus hands, lips curving up. Well be able to move in soon after the wedding. At the mention of wedding, Sun Fuyu blushed. En. After the wedding. Wen Zhihao held one of Sun Fuyus hands and turned to the children. Guess what Uncle has for you. That night, Elder Liu Ru was resting with Liu Zhongmin. At their peak-top residence above the clouds, the starry sky shone through the window. Starlight was augmented by the soft glows from various flowers. Liu Ru sat on the bed, while Liu Zhongmin sat behind her, combing her hair. Liu Ru took the opportunity to inform her wife about Disciple Wens future move down the mountain. ...You got to see the children and you didnt stay longer? Liu Zhongmin grumbled. Liu Ru huffed. Am I not busy too? Although, Disciple Wens children are quite obedient. Liu Zhongmin stopped combing Liu Rus hair and poked her head forward. You mean you like them? Can we adopt one? Im saying that theyre much more obedient than you. Liu Zhongmin plopped her head on Liu Rus shoulder. So cruel to me, your only wife ba. Liu Ru reached up and pinched Liu Zhongmins ear. Yes, yes, so cruel. In retaliation, Liu Zhongmin nibbled Liu Rus ear. Hm, they wont be sleeping tonight 102. Responsibility central with Lin Yijun afflinghaze While Wen Zhihao was sleeping or otherwise relaxing, Lin Yijun was far from being able to rest. He was de facto-in-charge of the tournament preparations. Not out of want, but out of necessity: if not, the discussions would be endless. To recognise the fact that the tournament was replacing the war, the tournament was to be held at the original flower plainthe ravine itself was to be incorporated into the competition stages. The location was suitable because it was away from major mortal towns and there was a lot of spacethis was in part why it was originally chosen as the confrontational area. Lin Yijun only had to manage the tournament preparations: it was other cultivators doing the building. But with multiple different sects involved, he had meetings day and night, liaising with hundreds of cultivators. A big temporary tent had been set up on the plain for these meetings. There were the competitor sign up lists, there was the planning of multiple combat stages, the seating areas, the infirmary, the boards to show who was fighting who, the schedule Given how long cultivators lived, they could have argued for months on the details. However, since many of them wanted to fight each other as soon as possible, it took only three days for the architectural schema for the tournament stadium to be grudgingly approved by the representatives of every contributing sect. At that point, night had fallen. After Lin Yijun handed the architectural plans to the relevant cultivators who wanted to take charge of the construction, he ended the meeting. Some cultivators left, while others remained in the tent to chat. Lin Yijun was one of those who left. Outside, he took a deep breath of the chilly air. Walking swiftly away from the tent, Lin Yijun relaxed as he took another deep breath. He didnt need the calming stone: the peacefulness of the open night sky was more than enough. A heavy hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder from behind. Zhou Sheng, Lin Yijun said drily. Zhou Sheng lifted his hand from Lin Yijuns shoulder. Lin Yijun turned to him. The glow from the lights around the distant meeting tent outlined Zhou Shengs features, but left most of it in shadow. With the surrounding darkness, the atmosphere became ambiguous. Zhou Sheng reached out for Lin Yijuns sleeve, but then his hand dropped again. The other day, before I kissed youwhat were you going to say? Lin Yijun cleared his throat. What are you implying? You said that you likedsomething. Instead of waiting for you to finish, I kissed you. Oh. Lin Yijun looked down. I was planning to say that I liked you. With those words, Zhou Shengs heart tightened. He had known that Lin Yijun wasnt the kind of person who went around kissing other cultivators, but then the complete lack of intimate interaction afterwardsadmittedly due to their busynesshad led to the growth of doubts. But now those doubts were dissipating. Zhou Sheng let out a breath. Why didnt you say so earlier? Why havent you said anything? Lin Yijun countered. As the older one, shouldnt Lin Yijun be the one to speak first? Lin Yijun huffed. Havent I spoken already? He reached out and grabbed Zhou Sheng by the waist. The feeling of Zhou Sheng was mostly unfamiliar. Lin Yijun wanted to get to know it well. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest as he dared to press his forehead against Zhou Shengs. Zhou Sheng I like you, he whispered. Im thankful to have met you. Zhou Shengs eyelids lowered as his gaze dipped down. He twisted the front of Lin Yijuns robes in his hands. I like you too, Lin-shixiong...though I hated you for a bit before. Lin Yijun huffed. He tilted his head and pressed a kiss onto Zhou Shengs lips. Lips buzzed with sensation: it was just as exhilarating as the first time. But in this kiss, Lin Yijun was gentle Until Zhou Shengs lips parted, and his tongue swept across Lin Yijuns lips. Lin Yijuns own mouth parted. Their tongues slid against each other, rough, yet slick. Heat grew between them. Breaths came in pants as hardness grew below. Uugghh, Lin-shixiong, Zhou Sheng moaned, trying to pull Lin Yijun closer to him. Wait, wait, Lin Yijun mumbled. Let me get out Reluctantly pulling away from Zhou Sheng, Lin Yijun pulled out a special abode from this spatial ring. The house grew from miniature size to full size in a second. The door opened on Lin Yijuns command. Not sure who dragged the other into the house. The door closed and locked itself. Clothes dropped on the floor. Black hair pooled on the bed. Sleep wasnt on their agenda. The next morning, two impeccably dressed cultivators walked out of Lin Yijuns portable house. Their qi twisted together harmoniously, and after the night, Zhou Shengs cultivation had risen closer to Lin Yijuns. After Lin Yijun returned the house back into his spatial storage, he couldnt help but reach over to neaten Zhou Shengs hair. Im a demonic cultivator, stop it, Zhou Sheng grumbled, batting Lin Yijuns hands away. Now that diplomatic relationships have improved, you must allow me to tour your sect one day. Zhou Sheng snorted. They still might try to kill you, he said plainly. Theyll definitely still try to kill me. It couldnt be helped: Zhou Sheng had (purposefully) stepped on a lot of toes, and killing each other was part of the experience of demonic sects. Lin Yijun gave him a side-long look. I wont let that happen. I dont need your protection, Zhou Sheng scoffed. As your shixiong, isnt that what Im supposed to do? Youyou Zhou Sheng turned his head away. I have something to do. See you later. Zhou Sheng hurried away. Lin Yijuns heart swelled with warmth as he watched Zhou Shengs receding back. Once Zhou Sheng disappeared from view, Lin Yijuns expression became cold again. He walked swiftly to the meeting tent, already so noisy in the morning. Cultivators of Nascent Soul and above noticed the changes in Lin Yijuns aura. So you really became Dao Companions with that Zhou Sheng, another senior cultivator from the Golden Sun Sect said, a little acerbic. So fast, a senior Blood Sect cultivator said with a sneer. Lin Yijuns cold expression did not change. Does that not make me suitable for coordinating the tournament? If you dare touch my Dao Companion, do not expect me to be vegetarian. Lin Yijun might not be the strongest cultivator in the meeting tent, but his sword was deadly. The air grew tense. You two argue another time! a dark-blue robed cultivator interrupted. My sect has collected an initial list of names to compete, and we can all be ready next week Lin Yijun gave the cultivator an unimpressed look. We are not starting the tournament next week, unless you honourable cultivators have all learned the methods of construction overnight How did you like that? ???? 103. Rich local tyrant Wen Zhihao That other senior Golden Sun Sect cultivator moved fast. The next day, Lin Yijun received a message from his parents on his hexagonal token. For the first time in his life, Lin Yijun declined the meeting. He was truly too busy to make the trip back to the Sect, and he did not need to be burdened with more Sect duties upon passing through its gates. That evening, his parents flew to the stadium construction site. Lin Yijun noticed their auras when they were a few minutes away. He wasnt surprised. He told the construction team to take a break and went to intercept his parents. The three of them landed a distance away from the stadium. Lin Yijun lowered his head. Mother, Father, Im honoured to have you visit. Father Lin looked at the distant stadium, which was currently a complex and unclear framework. So this is what you have been working on. Lin Yijun nodded. Yes, Father. As this matter concerns both the righteous and demonic sects, I could not return to the Golden Sun Sect at your behest. This son has been unfilial. Oh, then you know that youve been unfilial, Father Lin focused his sharp gaze on Lin Yijun. He paused when Mother Lin gave him a look. Child, are you not going to offer us tea? Mother Lin asked. Yes, Mother. Lin Yijun took out his portable house again. He invited his parents inside and served them tea in the hall. Lin Yijun didnt speak, letting the silence extend on. Finally, Father Lin produced a pale blue jade vial from inside his sleeve. Son, understand your fathers efforts in attaining this and drink it. Lin Yijun lowered his tea cup. Father, my cultivation is currently very smooth. At this moment, disruption is not ideal and can negatively affect my performance in the upcoming tournament. It is for your own good! Father Lin scowled. You have been seduced by that demonic cultivator. Drink this, and purge your body of his effects! Lin Yijuns lowered eyes flashed. He no longer wanted to talk to his parents, but he knew how deeply in indebt he was to them. If it werent for them...he would have been struggling, like so many of the background-less cultivators who joined the sect. Father, he is my true and honest Dao Companion. Any potion to forcefully sever that connection will lead to irreparable damage to ones cultivation. As your son, I am endlessly grateful for my parents favour and resources in my journey of cultivation. This... If you understand that we developed your cultivation, then you would accept us crippling your cultivation. After all, it was granted by us, Father Lin snorted. What are you saying? Mother Lin hissed to Father Lin. You are not crippling our sons cultivation! What a waste that would be! Son, Junjun, Mother Lins voice softened towards Lin Yijun. Dao Companions are not permanent. Simply end it with this...civilian. Mother will find you a better man. Lin Yijun looked up. Oh, have Mother and Father been affected by Peak Master Wangs demotion? My companionship forms an alliance between the righteous and demonic cultivation worlds. I do not believe any other marriage will have the same impact. His parents auras briefly fluctuated. Lin Yijun hid a sardonic smile. How messy Senior Wangs faction must be at the moment. I believe that this is a big problem. Neither Mother and Father nor this son have time to chat idly. ...Youre joining Elder Lius faction? Mother Lin asked coldly. If the Sect Leader orders my separation, then I will either agree or leave the sect. Have you asked the Sect Leader? Father Lins hand curled into a fist, causing the jade vial to explode into pieces. The liquid inside dripped uselessly onto the floor. They all knew that the Sect Leader would not order Lin Yijun to separate from Zhou Sheng. The Sect Leaders demotion of surnamed Wang showed the winds of their current favour. And Lin Yijuns insistence in staying here clearly signalled his disinterest in the Sects current power struggles. Mother, Father, please grant me permission to leave. Countless fellow cultivators are waiting for the tournament to begin as soon as possible. Father Lin rose first. Then, for the greater cause of the entire cultivation world, we will not hinder you, he sneered. They passed a few more polite and barbed exchanges before Lin Yijun was finally able to usher his parents out. He made sure they left before returning to the stadium site. A tall, familiar figure waited for him with his arms crossed. Lin Yijuns chest eased as he increased his pace. Zhou Sheng. Zhou Shengs eyes swept over Lin Yijun. So, were still Dao Companions. Lin Yijuns lips twitched. Do you have such little faith in me? Zhou Sheng put on a thoughtful look. Well, now that youve asked meCome here. Lin Yijun walked over to him and readily rested his hands on Zhou Shengs hips. Zhou Sheng smiled warmly. Close your eyes and open your mouth. Lin Yijuns brief thought of is this a reward? was quickly replaced with suspicion, but it was too late: Zhou Sheng had stuffed a piece of stinky fermented fish into his mouth. Lin Yijun: QAQ! Zhou Sheng burst out into a laugh so hard that he had to hug Lin Yijun in order to stay upright. ...Although the hug was nice, it didnt make up for the fish taste in Lin Yijuns mouth!!! Work continued on the tournament preparations. With Lin Yijuns and Zhou Shengs stern attitudes, no one made any more comments about their relationship to their face. As for what was spoken about them in private, they couldnt care less: their own private times were much more important. The cultivators working on the construction of the stadium worked as fast as they could while maintaining structural integrity: the faster they completed the stadium, the faster they could fight each other. They showed the previously doubtful Lin Yijun that they were more than on track to an earlier completion. And so, the representatives set the tournament to begin only two weeks after the initial battlegrounds confrontation. The cultivation world became abuzz with activity! Wen Zhihao proverbially scratched his head at his pile of spiritual stones. With so much money, what more could he spend it on? He had bought a stack of talisman-making materials, and small swords and new clothes for the children. Since Sun Fuyu had signed up for the tournament, Wen Zhihao had bought multiple potions and advanced talismans and random magical treasures for Sun Fuyu. Yet he made no dent in his pile at all. The pile grew bigger every day as more and more cultivators wanted to buy calming stones to improve their state of mind for the upcoming tournament. He wanted to throw the money at Sword Crafter Lin Jixuan to get her to upgrade Sun Fuyus sword again. Unfortunately though, dozens of sword cultivators flocked around Lin Jixuans workshop. How could Wen Zhihao, a weak talisman cultivator, get through? Spending money was such a burden! A few days before the tournament was to start, the children were restless at bedtime. Uncle, Uncle! Ruan Lanxi tugged at Wen Zhihaos robes. Can we see Little Uncle battling? Please? Please please please? Its not just for one day, Wen Zhihao said, brows pinching together. Traveling back and forth every day I can sleep there! Im not scared! Ruan Lanxi insisted. A lightbulb went on over Wen Zhihaos head. He picked Ruan Lanxi up and twirled her around. Xixi is so smart! Uncle can buy a magical tent, and we can all go watch and support Little Uncle Fuyu! Is Grandma coming too? Xiao Bai asked quietly. Wen Zhihao easily picked Xiao Bai up with his other arm. Everyone can come! But, that means you must all work hard at school and diligently do your homework. And you will have to work hard to catch up on missed classes Okay! Ruan Lanxi said immediately. Her eyes were already shiny with visions of sword battles. Wen Zhihao put the children down again and ushered them to climb into bed. Little Uncle will be extra invigorated with your cheering. Ill cheer very loudly! Ruan Lanxi promised. We can make banners with Sun Fuyus name, Wen Zhihao mused. Okay! Ruan Lanxi agreed. Wen Zhihao grinned. Now close your eyes, okay? Okay! Wen Zhihaos eyes grew soft. Not only could they enjoy this trip together as a family group, but Wen Zhihao could also spend more of that ridiculous pile of spiritual stones! Every day, I tell myself to produce a buffer for Salted Fish. Every day, I fail... 104. Family holiday afflinghaze As the days counted downfour, three, two, onethousands of cultivators flocked to the tournament stadium and the surrounding area. Tents and portable houses rose among the swaying flowers and flying ships floated in the air. A day before the tournament was set to begin, Wen Zhihao came and set up camp a distance away from the main stadium where it was quieter. The portable houses he bought were set up in a courtyard-like arrangement, enough to house all the children and teenagers and kitchen staff who had come along. Since some kitchen staff were still required in the Sect, Liu Jing was staying back for now, while Old Tang and a group of other staff came along first. The rectangle of grass in the middle was perfect for the demonic animals to laze about in, which they did so immediately. Wen Zhihao joined them after placing down a lot of warming talismans and fluffy blankets, gathering the children to have their naps. Sun Fuyu glanced over the sleeping faces with fondness in his heart. He wanted to join them, to curl up inside Wen-ges arms. But first, he had to set down a strong protective array around their temporary home. After a nice nap after the mornings travel, Wen Zhihao gathered the children and the mortal staff together to go and have a wander aroundthe cats wanted to sleep, and the newer animals (the demonic wolves, bear, and rabbit) didnt want to leave the protective barrier. Ruan Lanxi proudly carried her little sword at her waist and eagerly scrambled onto the flying cart. The cart wasnt big enough for everyone, so it was reserved for the younger and older members, while the others, like Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu, walked alongside it. Wen Zhihao rested one hand on the carts raised edge to control its flying. What Wen Zhihao hadnt realised was that just outside the protective barrier, there was a large group of cultivators waiting for him. He was taken aback when some of them hurried over upon seeing him. Sun Fuyu grabbed Wen Zhihaos free hand. Dont worry, Wen-ge. They only want to buy some stones. Oh, Wen Zhihao said sheepishly. He had taken this trip as a holiday, so he hadnt made any more calming stones since the last round of sales. Sun Fuyu led the way through the barrier first. The noise increased sharply. Fellow Cultivator Sun! Fellow Cultivator Wen! Respectful greetings! a purple-robed cultivator rushed forward first. Fellow Cultivator Sun, I have prepared payment for a heart-soothing treasure! Unfortunately, Cultivator Wen must rest after creating so many calming stones over the last two weeks, Sun Fuyu lied with a perfectly straight face. Wen Zhihao cooperated with a very serious nod. My deepest apologies. The purple-robed cultivator deflated. Oh, I understand. Fellow Cultivation Wen, please recover well. More stones will be sold after the tournament ends, Sun Fuyu said. The purple-robed cultivator inclined their head. Many thanks, Fellow Cultivator Sun. Enjoy the tournament. The other cultivators with their sharp hearing also heard the news. They scattered with disappointment. And so, without too much hassle, the group was able to make their way to the marketplace. While demonic cultivators and righteous cultivators mostly kept to their side, there was a large marketplace that spanned from one group to the other. Weapons, potions, talismans, and more were sold by non-combative cultivators. One famous cultivator organisation set up a small auction with items selling for tens of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones. There werent only cultivators: mortals also came to join in on the festivities. Some of them set up food stalls that demonic cultivators loved, and that smelt so delicious that righteous cultivators couldnt help but taste. And with how rich cultivators were, there was no problem in marking up the prices a little (or a lot) compared to mortal town marketplaces... Old Tang rubbed his chin thoughtfully. How about we set up our own food stall, ba? One of the other kitchen staff gave a laugh. Old Tang, if you want to work, then Im not stopping you. Ruan Lanxi half leaned out of the cart, eyes wide as she turned her head this way and that. There were so many swords! Xiao Bai simply looked around with big wide eyes, while the other children chattered and exclaimed among themselves. Wen Zhihao saw their lines of sight. With a grin, he took them to the stalls and bought little trinkets (magical treasures) that had caught their eyes. Thank you, Uncle! the children laughed as they compared their gifts. Mn, Old Tang, is there anything youd like? Wen Zhihao called the kitchen staff and bought them some gifts too. As for Sun Fuyu...Sun Fuyu would hug his arm every time he tried to buy something for him. Wen-ge, I dont need more talismans! I like your talismans the best! Wen-ge, I dont need that magical treasure, Im strong enough! Wen Zhihao put on a sad look. Doesnt Xiao Yu want anything? Sun Fuyu threaded their fingers together. Just want Wen-ge. Wen Zhihaos heart turned to mush. Aiyo, why is his familys Xiao Yu so cute??? When the group left the marketplace in the evening, they were all comfortably full of delicious street food. There was also a lot more food stored in Wen Zhihaos spatial ring for the animals and for later. As they approached their temporary place, the first thing Wen Zhihao saw were two cats chasing off a demonic cultivator. When those cats spotted Wen Zhihao, they put in one last spurt to tackle the demonic cultivator. They tore up the magical net in the cultivators hands, swotted the cultivators head a few times, ripped the robes in choice places, and then primly padded over to Wen Zhihao for head pats, tails raised to the sky. Wen Zhihao helplessly gave them head pats. Where are the rest? Meow! Follow me! The two cats led the way back to their temporary place. Directly outside the protective barrier of their area, a group of cats were imperiously accepting offered food from two female cultivators and licking their fur whenever one of the cultivators gushed about how handsome and cute they were. It was a shame that the first few cultivators who enticed them out had poisoned food. Those cultivators were now nursing injuries elsewhere. Another group of cats were stretched out either among the flowers or on top of dazed humans, purring and dozing as their new human-slaves petted them. Occasionally, they would open their mouths to be fed. Some entrepreneurial chefs were selling tea, cakes, and small bites from their moving stalls. One smart cat paid for a pile of food in human form before turning back to cat form to eat. When the cats felt Wen Zhihaos aura, they immediately turned towards him. Meow! Our humans are back! Wen Zhihao smiled in a mixture of amusement and fondness. He gave them a wave. Enjoy yourselves, Im not going anywhere. The cats that were fleecing food off the human cultivators decided to continue to fleece food. But the cats that were being petted decided to get up, leaving disappointed cultivators behind. Not that the cats caredthose new cultivators were only there to serve them! It was those cultivators fault for not being as good as their humans. r/?? ???\q 105. Blunder of heavenly proportions afflinghaze The tournament began with glorious clear skies and a chilly wind that couldnt penetrate inside the stadium. The biggest stage at the centre rose up. Standing upon it was Lin Yijun, Zhou Sheng, along with a representative of each participating sect. Spectators gathered, filling the seats entirely. Their chatter abated as Cultivator Lin Yijun began to speak. Good morning to fellow cultivators and honourable audiences Lin Yijuns voice was clear throughout the stadium. The light falling upon his robes made him shine like an immortal. The air was tight with anticipation. Lin Yijun did not speak down a winding path. ...and so, we have gathered here today to determine who is the best and strongest immortal cultivator! Cheers rose into the air. In unison, the senior cultivators on the central stage announced, Let the tournament begin! Fireworks exploded upwards from around the stadium edge. It was bright and dazzling to the audience. And to open up the tournament with heart-thrumming excitement, the first battle was between two Peak-stage Nascent Soul cultivators! If it werent for the massive protection arrays, the earth would have split under their power! The dazzling lights and display of power did not go unnoticed. What is this? An immortally handsome figure with a cold expression glared down at the fireworks and explosions of qi below. His eyes narrowed as he focused on a particular cultivator in golden robes similar to his own. Something was wrong with that cultivators fate...And it wasnt just him. Fates had been disrupted: the foretelling stars had changed. War was wiped from the immediate future: instead, the stars predicted the winners of the outlandish tournament. The god hissed. In an instant, he appeared in front of another immortal. You have been observing the Mortal Realm, have you not? What has happened? The second god was also immortally handsome, but frustration twisted his face. I dont know, something went wrong! This was not meant to happen! I reincarnated descendant Lin Yijun as was ordered after he was killed by a demonic cultivator! The first god whacked the second god on the head. Well, youve clearly done it improperly! He grabbed the second god by his collar and forced him to look down on the Mortal Realms below. The first god was orders of magnitude more powerful than the second. Harnessing his heavenly qi, he cast an illusion that replayed the history of the mortal world. Therethere! Lin Yijun reincarnated! the second god pointed to where Lin Yijun was waking up in his room in the Golden Sun Sect. The first gods eyes flickered back and forth as he scanned that past time-slice of the mortal world. When he found the BUG, he growled and whacked the second god on the head again. Were you in a hurry? That is no excuse to be sloppy! Look, there, you created a rift in the barrier between the worlds. The second gods eyes grew wide. Fuck! Now that it was pointed out, he could see it too. His knees went weak. Reincarnating souls and rewinding time was tricky business and he had slipped in the task. There, he could see that he had pulled a bit of the demonic cultivator Zhou Shengs soul into the past too, but it was fragmented. It is a wonder that that demonic cultivator didnt go mad from past memories, the first god reprimanded. He sucked in a sharp breath when he noticed something else. His spell narrowed in on an outer disciple being thrown to the ground. The second god immediately covered his head before he could be slapped again. I see it, I see it! When the outer disciple hit the ground, his soul dislodged, and a dead soul from another world coincidentally slipped through the world rift and right into the body. Because the names were the same, the body didnt have any major rejections. Find that lost original soul and reincarnate him. His luck needs to be compensated due to your folly, the first god ordered. Yes boss, yes boss! The first god ended the spell and snorted. The present had already changed. Rewinding time again would only worsen the delicate nature of the world barrier. Oh, and after you deal with the original soul of Wen Zhihao, you are demoted to outer-god until you can pass your exams again. The second god cried without tears. Yes, boss! If only he had been more careful the first time! Unfortunately, his regrets wont be able to turn back time again. His little ancestor Lin Yijun was meant to be reincarnated and use his knowledge to lead the righteous cultivators in victory. But now, instead of Lin Yijun wielding his righteous blade against demonic foes, he had become Dao Companions with a demonic cultivator! Wen Zhihao, sitting among the audience, felt as though the sun was a little hot at times, but a straw hat solved his problems. Sun Fuyu was in the Late-Stage Golden Core bracket. His first battle was scheduled for the late afternoon of the first day. After Sun Fuyu headed down to the stages, Wen Zhihao turned to the children and lowered his voice in a secretive manner. Do you remember what we made? The children nodded eagerly. Wen Zhihao pulled out the banners he had prepared earlier. There was CHEERING UNCLE SUN FUYU! and SUN FUYU, JIAYOU!1jiayou: expression of encouragement and support; and SUN FUYU FOR THE WIN! The teenagers shifted away, trying to pretend they didnt know them. Old Tang rubbed his chin and laughed. He couldnt wait to tell Liu Jing about this! The children eagerly grabbed the top of the cloth banners, letting them hang down: the space between the seating levels was high enough that the large words could be completely seen. With all the noise, it would be difficult for them to verbally cheer for Sun Fuyu and be heard. But among the crowd of sharp-eyed cultivators, these words were extremely eye-catching. Hmmf, is that not a little vulgar? Who is this Sun Fuyu? Ah! Cultivator Sun is the one who sold me that heart-soothing treasure! Interesting Cultivator Sun Fuyu has a lot of supporters. He must be very talented. Interest grew towards Stage 3, where Sun Fuyu was facing off with another Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator. The other was a tall young man, dressed in short red robes that fell above the knee, revealing black trousers and boots underneath. He was also a sword user. With the connection between them, Sun Fuyu was able to find Wen Zhihao among the audience in an instant. His eyes widened slightly as he read the banners. Sun Fuyus heart felt soft and tight. His family was watching him. Wen-ge even wrote that he would win! He couldnt let them down. Under the referees eye, Sun Fuyu and his opponent bowed respectfully. The referees hand swiped down. And begin! Immediately, Sun Fuyu drew his sword. Cutting winds lashed around his sword. An instant later, swords clashed with a zzingg!! The opponents fire burned hungrily, eating up Sun Fuyus wind and grabbing at his sword. Sun Fuyu jumped back, slashing back as his own body twisted to dodge his opponents blow. His eyes narrowed. A fire root. That automatically placed Sun Fuyu at a disadvantage. Using wind would stoke the flames. His opponent tilted his head, his posture deceptively casual. A beat later, he flew across the stage, fire dragon growing and twisting around his blade. The air roared as fire gobbled up air. In short: Zhou Shengs memories and Wen Zhihaos transmigration were complete accidents ^_^ I hope that explains some things from previous chapters~ 106. Celebrity Cultivators Sun Fuyu sucked in a sharp breath of cool air. Qi under his feet let him jump high into the air, narrowly dodging the attack. The edges of his robes singed as the fire dragon missed him. His opponent twisted around. He slashed up, the dragon coiling out like a whip. Sun Fuyu activated four talismans in quick succession: two to produce water for a shower, and another two to cool water to ice. His swords wind twisted itself with the ice-cold water like a rope and slapped his opponents sword. The ice-cold water immediately became steamand it was all still under Sun Fuyus control. Sun Fuyu breathed in deeply, pulling away the ambient qi from his opponent and into himself. A targeted calmness spread out. The flames weakened as the qi was channelled into his own wind. A tornado spun, pulling in water and fire. Sun Fuyu smashed the tornado into the other side of the battle stage, roughly breaking his opponents connection with the fire. The others brief moment of shock was enough. CLASH! The heavy winds coupled with clashing blade-against-blade threw his opponent off-balance. Sun Fuyu drew his sword back, all his qi collecting in his muscles. With speed faster than sound, his blade swung forward once more. A sonic boom rocked the stage, with the wind-pressure directly throwing his opponent out of the ring. Sun Fuyu sucked in a shaky breath, his sword arm suddenly heavy. ...And the winner is Cultivator Sun Fuyu of the Golden Sun Sect!!! the referee announced. Claps and cheers filled the air. Sun Fuyu straightened his back and raised his head. Heavens! That Sun Fuyu really won! That banner was correct! Is there some enchantment on those banners? Or is this Sun Fuyu a hidden tiger? Hmpf, you! Make a banner for me too! No, in fact, make five! I must have more than this Sun Fuyu! Dont forget to cheer for me! ....(cough) Yes, da-shixiong1eldest senior brother! Little Uncle won! Little Uncle is so amazing!!! Xiao Yu is very awesome. Sun Fuyu sheathed his sword and looked towards Wen-ge and the others. The children and Wen-ge were waving at him. Sun Fuyu waved back. After he thanked the referee and his opponent for the battle, Sun Fuyu quickly left the battle stage. At that point, Wen-ge and the others were no longer sitting among the audience: they were waiting for Sun Fuyu outside the tournament entrance. According to the giant display board, Sun Fuyus next fight would be tomorrow: now, it was time to head back. Energy flowed into Sun Fuyu upon seeing Wen-ge. Wen-ge, Wen-ge, did you see Wen Zhihao grabbed Sun Fuyus hands. Xiao Yu was so amazing and handsome! he praised. Sun Fuyu lowered his gaze shyly. Mm. Slash slash! Ruan Lanxi jumped up and down, her face bright with excitement. Little Uncle did this, and the other did that She made slashing motions with her arms. Wen Zhihao was sure she would crash with exhaustion an hour later. With that in mind, Wen Zhihao let go of one of Sun Fuyus hands and took out the flying cart. The children knew the drill: they climbed in orderly. Xiao Yu, you get into the cart too, Wen Zhihao urged. Sun Fuyu shook his head stubbornly. Wen Zhihao poked Sun Fuyus arm. Look how soft your muscles are. Xiao Yu has worked hard. After a big battle, you deserve a rest. Unless you want me to carry you directly, ba? Heat flared to Sun Fuyus face. He did! He wanted to be carried directly! But Sun Fuyus skin was too thin for such a manoeuvre, so he obediently climbed into the flying cart with the children. In the end, Wen Zhihao was right. In the soft, gently moving flying cart and bathed in Wen Zhihaos aura, Sun Fuyus eyes lowered until they closed in a light sleep. Wen Zhihao reached out once or twice to gently brush back some wayward hair from Sun Fuyus face. When they reached their temporary place, Sun Fuyu woke up again, eyes a little moist from sleep. The qi he had gathered during the short travel was enough to sustain him for the rest of the sedentary evening, but Sun Fuyu felt better when he was able to lie down in their bed at night. He had truly expended too much qi in his last move. Wen Zhihao kissed Sun Fuyu on the forehead. Mn, go to sleep and recover, okay? En, Sun Fuyus brows tightened weakly in determination as he battled the sudden sleepiness in his limbs. Wen-ge Wen Zhihao stroked Sun Fuyus hair. Shhh, sleep. Xiao Yu was very powerful today. Rest, and be powerful tomorrow too. Their breaths naturally synchronised, and Sun Fuyu fell asleep as fast as Wen Zhihao. The scenery the next day was very different from the first. Multiple eye-catching banners waved around the stadium seating area, some with vigorous words, others with beautiful ones. Names of famous and not-so-famous cultivators caught numerous eyes. Hehehe, our banner is better than the rest! Hmm, if everyone else is doing it I heard that there is a new stall down at the marketplace selling banners! AH!!! Cultivator Ouyang Yue is my goddess too!!! Martial sisters, save my seat, I must also make a banner! Crafting cultivator Li Fanghua stared at the happenings with a deadpan expression. I hope this cultivator celebrity fan culture doesnt get out of hand, she muttered in her heart. It was hard enough dealing with other dog blood plots. Ultimately, she decided to pretend not to see it, and instead focused on Stage 9 where her girlfriend, Hu Lingzhi, was fighting. At the moment, her girlfriends opponent was stunned silly as Hu Lingzhi pulled out her tenth...fifteenth...twenty-fifth sword, each of them under control and chasing the opponent around. When one sword was parried away, another came in the opposite direction. Finally, her girlfriend stopped messing around and pulled out two swords almost as large as herself and utterly defeated her opponent. (The swords werent overly big: rather, Hu Lingzhi was small and adorably cute-sized, not that Li Fanghua would ever say that out loud.) Now that Hu Lingzhi had won, Li Fanghua took out her qi-phone and sent a text to Hu Lingzhi to meet outside the stadium. She walked around the banner-waving cultivators and headed out. As Li Fanghua was waiting for Hu Lingzhi, she saw a flying cart in the distance. Her brain started to whirr: a hover car? Hm, and no obnoxious fumes either! If it were me, I would add a roof, safety lights But then Li Fanghua shoved the thoughts at the end of her very long list of things-that-would-be-cool-to-make when she spotted Hu Lingzhi walking out. Hu Lingzhi grinned, her bright blue eyes shining. Did you see the look on his face? She laughed happily. HuaHua, lets go buy some more swords! I think I spotted someone from the Shifting Sands Sect, I dont have a sword from them yet! Li Fanghua hummed, letting her girlfriend talk as they strolled together to the marketplace. Ah, it seems that Wen Zhihao and Li Fanghua just missed each other! ???? 107. They grow up so quickly afflinghaze Since many others started making banners, Wen Zhihao made their banners light up for Sun Fuyus match on the third day. By the end of the third day, the other banner-makers had followed suit. And so on the morning of the fourth day, banners with glowing words made the stadium seating a riot of colour. Wen Zhihao looked around, dumbfounded. How can our support for Xiao Yu be seen now? Old Tang shook his head and laughed. Oh, Xiao Wen, Im sure itll be alright. Any more and the banners would become distracting. Wen Zhihao, who had just been thinking about making flashing colour-changing banners, was enlightened. Old Tang is right! Their show of support should be supportive, and not be a main attraction. It wasnt as though Wen Zhihao was competing with others to make the biggest, flashiest support banners. Relieved that he didnt need to do more work, Wen Zhihao leaned forward and enjoyed Sun Fuyus next match. Lin Yijun, sitting in a seating-box at the top of the stadium, felt a pain when he saw all the bright banners. Zhou Sheng, seated next to him, laughed when he saw Lin Yijuns expression. The tournament is a serious event, Lin Yijun scowled. If the cultivators cannot focus due to the banners, its their own fault, Zhou Sheng said with a shrug. He stood up and peered down. It appears that Disciple Sun has won his battle. Ill be going too. ...To see Disciple Sun? Or Disciple Wen? To see the cats, Zhou Sheng said, with an upward curl of his lips. Then Im coming too, Lin Yijun said immediately. They left the seating box and flew over the stadium wall and down to the exit where Wen Zhihao, Sun Fuyu and their entourage were gathered. Lin Yijun flew just behind Zhou Sheng, secretively swallowing down an anti-cat-allergy pill. Zhou Sheng landed on the ground first. He nodded to the two cultivators in greeting, and turned to Sun Fuyu. Congratulations on your fourth win. Thank you. This junior also congratulates Senior Zhou for your fourth win. Sun Fuyu bowed respectfully to Lin Yijun. Senior Lin, the tournament has been very good. Unlike Zhou Sheng, Lin Yijun was not participating in the tournament matchestournament management was still needed, after all. Yes, thank you for your hard work, Senior Lin, Wen Zhihao said. We have you to thank for all the banners, Zhou Sheng said teasingly. Junjuns grumpy about how it affects the sanctity of the tournament. Lin Yijun snorted. Im not grumpy. Wen Zhihao smiled guiltily and cleared his throat. Do you want to come back for lunch with us? Yes, I have some food to share too, Zhou Sheng said. At the reminder of food (and all the food he had been encouraged to eat by Zhou Sheng), Lin Yijun stiffened. But he couldnt let Zhou Sheng spend time with Wen Zhihao aloneso he could only come along. Lin Yijun knew when they had arrived by the sheer number of demonic beasts. There were also many cultivators, one of whom had buried his face into the side of one cat. Lin Yijun had a moment of inexplicable jealousy. The cats never liked Lin Yijun enough to tolerate that. Wen Zhihao inwardly sighed. Xiao Yu. En. Sun Fuyu turned to the two seniors. Senior Lin, Senior Zhou, come into the house first. There are more cats inside. The kitchen staff and the children also followed Sun Fuyu inside, leaving Wen Zhihao to slowly approach the figure with his face buried in cat fur, and whose qi was spiralling despite the calming presence of the cat. Wang Li Wei, whats wrong? Wen Zhihao placed a gentle hand on the young mans head. Wuwu! came Wang Li Weis muffled sob. I lost! The cat flicked her fluffy tail and meowed. Poor weak baby! Tell me about your battle, Wen Zhihao said. Wang Li Wes bottom lip quivered from suppressed sadness. After a while, his mind cleared, and he was able to quietly narrate what had occurred. How his opponent had defeated him extremely quickly with a thin whip. He had been completely suppressed. It was even worse than when Sun Fuyu defeated him. It was only my fourth match, Wang Li Wei said, his eyes red. That means you defeated three others, Wen Zhihao said. Next year, you can go further. Next year? Wang Li Weis eyes brightened. He looked down, petting the cat in his lap, his mind whirring. But instead of the negative spiral, he was filling up with determination. In one year, he could train every day! He could learn exactly how to counter a whip-wielding cultivator, hed definitely win his bracket next time Now come in for some lunch. Wen Zhihao petted the cat on the head. You come in too and have a snack. Meow! ...My friends...I should go and watch their matches, Wang Li Wei said, embarrassed. Hm. Wen Zhihao patted him on the arm. Then go watch, you and your friends can come by for dinner later. Okay. Thank you, Wen Zhihao. Wang Li Wei gave a wry smile. You are really different these days. You are too, Wen Zhihao threw back. A bit late to notice that Im not like the original Wen Zhihao, isnt it? Wang Li Wei nodded slightly. He farewelled Wen Zhihao and the cat and left, his back straight. Ah, they grow up so quickly, Wen Zhihao thought with some nostalgia. He turned to the cats that were slowly gathering around him. Snacks, come on. In the inner courtyard, Sun Fuyu had done a lovely job of taking out lunch and tea and fruits and snacks for everyone. The children and staff sat together eating their lunch, chatting about the battles they had just seen. Zhou Sheng had also taken out the food he bought: a food box filled with roasted meat. Most of it was given to the cats and dogs and the bear. He kindly gave some meat to Lin Yijun to feed the animals. And thus, Lin Yijun had the honour of cats eating out of his hand. He forgave Zhou Sheng for all past transgressions in his heart. When Wen Zhihao came in, Zhou Sheng shoved all the rest of the food box to Lin Yijun. By the way, Wen Zhihao, youre not participating in the tournament? It would have surely been interesting to see you on the battle stage. Wen Zhihao smiled and shook his head. Me, fighting? Im not interested. Im here to support Xiao Yu. Arent I your friend? Youre not here to support me too? Zhou Sheng said. Lin Yijun narrowed his eyes. In his inattention, the cats crowded closer, picking food directly from the box in his hands. Zhou Sheng pulled Wen Zhihao to sit down at one of the tables in the courtyard. Show me your banners, I want to take a very close look. Sure. Zhou Sheng leaned close to Wen Zhihao as he examined the banners. So thats how you made them glow. Using the suns qi to directly power it instead of enchanting it unlike the other bannersWen Zhihao, you could make a banner for me? Lin Yijun tasted a sourness in his throat. The food box in his hands and the cats surrounding him (surrounding the food) no longer seemed so pleasing. Sun Fuyu was also unhappy. He knew that Wen-ge was being nice and friendly, but was Zhou Sheng trying to dig at his wall?!! He didnt want Wen-ge to make banners for Zhou Sheng. If Zhou Sheng wanted banners for himself, he should go and buy them from the makers in the marketplace! Ill make Lin Yijun hold the banner during my matches, Zhou Sheng looked over to Lin Yijun and smirked. Lin Yijun wiped his frown away. Better me than someone else, he said pointedly. Wen Zhihao also looked over and saw Sun Fuyus sour face. He smiled helplessly. Xiao Yu ah, come sit next to me. Sun Fuyu did so immediately. Senior Zhou, you are not poor, you can buy a banner from a crafter. En, then Wen Zhihao, I can pay you to make a banner for me. Wen Zhihao brushed some of Sun Fuyus hair. My banners for Xiao Yu will always be the best, dont worry. He kissed Sun Fuyu lightly on the lips for good measure. Sun Fuyus sourness was replaced with sweetness. Okay, Wen-ge, he said in a low tone. Senior Zhou, you tell the demonic cultivators who want their pets back to go away as payment. Xiao Yu is so good, Wen Zhihao said. Sun Fuyu smiled back at Wen-ge, soaking up the warm praise. Zhou Sheng almost choked on the dog food. Fine, fine, Ill do it. Just one banner, with these words Even if he wanted more banners, he didnt know if he could afford it with Sun Fuyus prices! After Zhou Sheng told Wen Zhihao what he wanted on the banner, he stood up and walked over to Lin Yijun with a bitter face. What is it? Lin Yijun placed the food box down on the ground. Let the cats eat their fill, ba. Zhou Sheng grabbed Lin Yijuns arm and pulled him over. Lin Yijuns eyes widened as Zhou Shengs lips touched his. He softened...until Zhou Sheng bit down on his bottom lip. Ughhmmm!!! Zhou Sheng deepened the kiss. If Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu kissed, then he and Lin Yijun could kiss too! It was a good thing that the children were focused on eating. And it was a good thing that Wang Li Wei didnt join them, or else he would have been the true single dog stuffed with dog food. Did you know that were approaching the end of the main story? O_O (I mean the next chapter isnt the last, but soon ish???) That said, there will be extras (^_?) 108. Furry day care afflinghaze As promised, Wen Zhihao made the banner for Zhou Sheng, and Lin Yijun hung the banner from his personal seating box. Single senior cultivators were all forcefully fed this dog food. And as agreed, Zhou Sheng threatened spoke to the demonic cultivators whose pets had escaped and permanently joined Wen Zhihaos entourage. Those demonic cultivators never bothered Wen Zhihao again. The days of the tournament continued. The tournament was single-elimination, so as Sun Fuyu continued to win, he was more and more likely to have two matches a day instead of just one. At least the organisers were humane enough to leave enough time for a nap between matches. Every day, Wen Zhihao made sure that Sun Fuyu had enough healing potions and food and rest. At the end of each day, Sun Fuyu curled up in Wen Zhihaos arms in bed, their nightly dual cultivation literally as easy as breathing. Sleeping with Wen-ge never failed to restore Sun Fuyu to full strength, ready to once again show all the others gathered here that Sun Fuyu had the strength to protect Wen-ge. A week into the tournamenthalf wayWen Zhihao took Old Tang and the staff back to the Golden Sun Sect and brought Aunty Liu Jing and the staff over to the tournament stadium. Wen Zhihao also took the opportunity to pick up the kids homework along the way. Even though Liu Jing had worked at the Golden Sun Sect for a long time, and so was no stranger to opulence, she was still surprised by the sheer scale of the tournament and surrounding flower fields: the clusters of houses and tents and flying ships made it like a big, condensed town. Wen Zhihao took the flying cart down to a set of houses with a courtyard. Liu Jings lips twitched when she saw all the animals around Wen Zhihaos portable house. Xiao Wen, the number of spiritual beasts has increased, hasnt it? she said suspiciously. Wen Zhihao looked over the carpet of fluffy animals. Have they? He frowned as he landed the flying cart. Ah! That red panda wasnt here before The red panda was currently being a curious big baby, patting the big bear, and then climbing over the larger cats, all of whom were very patient. Ah, Disciple Wen! A white-and-blue robed cultivator hurried over. He pressed his hands together in a pleading motion. Politely asking Disciple Wen if my demonic red panda can stay in the company of the other animals? She wants to play with the others, and I need to quickly attend my match En, that is no problem ba, Wen Zhihao said. There was no rejection between the cats and the red panda, and it wasnt as though Wen Zhihao had to personally watch over the red panda. The white-and-blue robed cultivator smiled in relief. Many thanks! With a farewell to his beloved red panda, he alighted his sword and rushed to the tournament stadium. Liu Jing cleared her throat. Its not just the red panda. There are...hm, at least four more big cats. Wen Zhihao rubbed his chin. Aunty Liu can count them so quickly? But that explains why their food consumption has increased. Luckily Wen Zhihao had more than enough spiritual stones to feed them all. Aunties, Uncles, come in this way, Ill show you your rooms. Xiao Yu has a match later in the afternoon, Ill show you Sun Fuyu, just like the children, brightened when they saw Wen Zhihao and Liu Jing and the others. Grandma! Many little milky voices called out. Grandma missed you too, Liu Jing said warmly, hugging each child, and even the older children who were a bit embarrassed. She turned to Sun Fuyu...and gave him a hug too. You must look after your health, Xiao Fuyu, she instructed. And I heard youve won all your matches so far. Xiao Fuyu is so powerful, ba. Mum is proud of you. Sun Fuyu flushed. Mn. Will you watch my next match? Of course. Sun Fuyu smiled softly. We can visit the marketplace after. His voice became as small as a mosquito. ...Mum hasnt seen it yet. Liu Jing smiled, her heart overflowing with love. She gave Sun Fuyu another hug before reluctantly letting go. Now, have you had lunch? You need a lot of energy for your match later, lucky I bought some food Sun Fuyus match time soon arrived. After everyone wished Sun Fuyu all the best, Sun Fuyu headed to the participants waiting area while the rest of them climbed up to their usual seats. Because Old Tang had told her about the banners, Liu Jing wasnt too surprised when she came to the stadium. But one of the kitchen staff was dumbfounded I never knew serious cultivators could be...so Aiya, just look at those banners! They were so bright, it looked more like a marketplace during festival time. It truly makes you realise, ba, another staff member said with a deep and wise tone. Ruan Lanxi tugged at Liu Jings clothes. Uncle Wen made the banners first! Everyone else copied, she said proudly. Yes, your Uncle Wen has many interesting ideas, Liu Jing responded drily, patting Ruan Lanxi on the head. The referee at Stage 5 announced Sun Fuyus name and his opponents names, and their match began. Liu Jing watched Xiao Fuyu fight for the first time. Her heart was tight as Sun Fuyu had to dodge all the magical treasures being activated by his opponent. She was amazed at how powerful Sun Fuyu was, how he skilfully wielded his sword. And she smiled widely when Sun Fuyu won. That was her son! And he had grown so much, from the shy child who followed behind Wen Zhihao, to the confident young man who stood proudly on the stage as she and many others clapped for his victory. While the humans were out, the demonic cat (tiger) flicked his tail back and forth as it rested on the rooftop. Even if Sleepy Human was out, his aura still pervaded the houses. He also generously left food out for them in a box with cooling talismans stuck on it. Sleepy Human even left a stack of butterfly talismans! The tiger had eaten and was now sleepy, but unfortunately, he had work to do. From his view from the rooftop, he could see the other beasts sprawled out on the flowers, including the newcomers. Roar! As newcomers, do you understand the rules? The red panda quickly nodded her head. She was rewarded with a pat from the big bear. - Im only visiting A large black cat said coolly. - Youre benefiting from Sleepy Human, you follow the rules! Another cat batted the previous cat on the head. - Grr! I get it! The demonic tiger sighed in his heart. Since the red panda was dropped by, many other humans dropped off their demonic beast companions too. Did they think this was a daycare?? Sponging of Sleepy Humans superb aura and delicious food?? Taking meant one had to do things in return! That meant playing with the human children, accepting the petting and food from temporary cat-slaves, and protecting Sleepy Human from unscrupulous cultivators! His ears flicked to the side, hearing the sound of humans approaching. He recognised themthat angry human baby Zhang Wu and some of his friends. Roar! Someone, go and greet the humans! Meowwww. Me, me! I smell food! A furry white cat bounded over eagerly and accurately to the human with food. The tiger puffed air from his nose. Managing all these beasts was not an easy task, but someone had to do it Not sure if these chapters are already starting to feel like filler or not hahaha 109. Sun Fuyu is the best! – Totally unbiased Wen Zhihao The tournament matches continued, with cultivators knocked out of the running one by one. Sun Fuyu, however, continued to win. One of his major strengths was being able to recover qi quicker than others. Wen Zhihaos home base became a well frequented spot. Zhou Sheng and Lin Yijun, Wang Li Wei and his friends, Hu Jingyan and Sun Fuyus other shixiongs and shijies, and Zhang Wu would all come by at various meal times. The number of animals lazing around grew, and many curious cultivators came by and became temporary cat-slaves. When a rumour got out that spending just half an hour with Disciple Wens cats was enough to soothe a cultivators heart, even more cultivators flocked by. Wen Zhihao looked at all the cultivators earnestly playing with the animals, petting them when they wanted to be petted, feeding them when they wanted to be fed, and coughed lightly. At least theyre conducting animal therapy on their own accord. The demonic tiger, prowling on the rooftop, had his tail held up proudly. Soon, theyd have a cat-slave army! The last day of the tournament were the grand final matches of each cultivation bracket. Multiple magical image-and-sound recording devices were set up around the stadium: cultivators wanted to take these recordings back to their sect to show off their sects predicted victory. The Foundation Building1Recall that the stages are Qi Refining < Foundation Building < Golden Core < Nascent Soul < ... bracket was first (there was no Qi Refining bracket). After all the Foundation Building matches concluded, Lin Yijun personally awarded the winners with their own special winners banner and a large sum of spiritual stones. These young Foundation Building cultivators basked in the entire stadiums applause: they were the most promising of junior cultivators. Some senior cultivators were thinking that they should spend spiritual stones and treasures to entice these winners back into their own sect The Golden Core bracket was next. Moves became more powerful. The Mid-Stage2Recall the sublevels: Early-stage < Middle-stage < Late-stage < Peak Golden Core finale was between a sword cultivator and a whip cultivatorthe one that defeated Wang Li Wei. The sword cultivator won, just barely. Wang Li Wei paid careful attention: hed defeat that whip-wielding cultivator in the future too! When the Late-Stage Golden Core finale match began, Wen Zhihao actually felt nervous for Sun Fuyu. He had to take his own advice and breathe deep breaths to dissipate the anxiety. Wen Zhihaos sword, Mao Lan Meng, secretly sneaked out of Wen Zhihaos spatial ring to watch the match. Sun Fuyu faced his opponent with deep concentration and calmness. The other was also a wind-root sword user. This was a battle to see who could most effectively wield their blade. Dust and qi spun chaotically around the stage as the two cultivators attacked each other. Blades rang, and explosions sounded whenever they broke the sound barrier. Wen Zhihaos heart was pained every time Sun Fuyu was hit. After this, Wen Zhihao had to pamper Xiao Yu as much as he could. As the battle extended, Sun Fuyus trained ability to continuously pull in qi from the surrounding environment nudged the match to his advantage. As his opponent became fatigued, he was just a little fresher, stronger. With tricky sword parries and a compressed burst of fresh qi, Sun Fuyu was able to push his opponent all the way to the battle stage line!! The crowd roared. The other cultivator swore at their inattentionhow did they get so close to the edge in the first place??? They wanted to get back inside the battle stage, but their feet were both just over the line! They had already been pushed out! And this match goes to Cultivator Sun Fuyu! Cultivator Sun Fuyu of the Golden Sun Sect is the winner! Sun Fuyu halted his next move in shock. Hehad done it? He stared at his opponent, then stared at the referee, not quite understanding words through the loud audience. He was in a daze when the referee led him to take a seat with the other Golden Core winners, so that the Peak-Stage Golden Core match could start. Relief filled Wen Zhihaos chest, before elation flooded it. His lips curved up into a bright smile. He hugged Xiao Bai, he beamed at Aunty Liu. Xiao Yu won! Your little Uncle won, did you see? Yes! Little Uncle won! The children jumped up and down in excitement, waving their banners. Wen Zhihao barely paid any attention to the Peak-stage Golden Core match. His gaze met Sun Fuyus across the stadium. Heart overflowing, Wen Zhihao blew a kiss to his fianc. Sun Fuyu curved his eyes in happiness and beamed back. Once the Peak-Stage Golden Core match ended, Lin Yijun called the Golden Core winners up to the central stage one by one and presented them with their winners banner and monetary reward. Sun Fuyu thanked Senior Lin Yijun and looked fearlessly at the crowd of cultivators. Now, everyone had seen his ability. And he would only get stronger. No one should now dare to hurt Wen-ge! After the round of applause, Sun Fuyu flew directly into Wen Zhihaos arms. Xiao Yu was so handsome, Wen Zhihao said happily. Xiao Yu was so strong! He kissed Sun Fuyu on the cheeks, on the nose, and on the forehead. Sun Fuyu laughed, feeling breathless. Wen-ge, Wen-ge Congratulations, Xiao Fuyu, Liu Jing said warmly. Everyone gave him their congratulations. Sun Fuyus cheeks went red from all the attention. Well hang your banner in the hall of our new house, Wen Zhihao said. En, Sun Fuyu rested his head on Wen Zhihaos shoulder. Now that all his matches were over, he could finally relax. Then came the Nascent Soul bracket. The Early-Stage match was won by a cultivator named Hu Lingzhi who could flexibly handle over one hundred swords at the same time. Ruan Lanxis eyes glowed. She was already planning to ask Uncle Wen if she could have two more swords! Zhou Sheng was in the Middle-Stage Nascent Soul bracket. His moves were devastatingly sharp and filled with a cold aura. His polearm cut through qi and his blood threads completely suppressed his opponent. Each subsequent battle featured more explosions, more power. The Peak-Stage Nascent Soul match was the lasthaving Divine Spirit cultivators fighting would destroy entire cities, entire islands, let alone the stadium. And cultivators above that level were out of the question. Anyway, most of the high-level cultivators were often in seclusion. Spectators gasped when the Peak-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator cleaved the battle stage in half, the shrapnel slamming against the stadium shields that protected the audience. Qi clashed against qi so powerfully that the stadium vibrated. With a loud explosion of white-hot fire, only one cultivator was left standing, the other knocked out of the ring. Cheers and confused roars threatened to deafen ears. The demonic and righteous cultivators had treated this tournament as a way to fight against the other sideyet the winner was a rogue cultivator??!! No, not a rogue, but rather a cultivator from a tiny almost unknown sect that dabbled in everything, and who had allied with demonic cultivators at times, and with righteous cultivators at other times If Lin Yijun had fought, he would have been the winner! The righteous cultivators are the strongest! Tch, just you wait, next time our demonic cultivators will win! Invite that cultivator back to our sect! No, well invite that cultivator first!! Lin Yijun kept a cool expression as he waited for the winners to come up to the central stage. He announced and presented the winners banner to Hu Lingzhi first. Then, he announced Zhou Sheng. A little thought flashed in Zhou Shengs mind, but in the end, he restrained himself from kissing Lin Yijun. Theyd already kissed in public once, there was no need to blind eyes again. But after the tournament concluded Lin Yijuns gaze darkened slightly. He could clearly see the dual cultivation thoughts in Zhou Shengs eyes. It was torturous to maintain a cool and collected facade to present the last two winners of the tournament. Lin Yijun then called all the winners to come back on stage along with the main organiser team. Another senior cultivator took over the final words. Let us give a round of acknowledgement to the hard-working and dedicated cultivators who have made this tournament possible! A round of acknowledgement to the audience! And finally, one big round of applause to the top cultivators of the world! Flower petals rained down on the stage upon which the winners stood. All of them were outstanding cultivators from different sects. Their names will be engraved down on a plaque to commemorate the first ever cultivator-world-wide tournament. And Wen Zhihao had eyes for just one of those cultivators: Sun Fuyu. He set off some butterfly-light talismans in celebration, so proud that he could burst. Sun Fuyu was the best! If I got my own characters cultivation stages wrong...please tell me T_T 110. Yellow book Even though the tournament concluded, many cultivators continued to linger around the area, purchasing and selling some last minute items, conversing with new-found friends and exchanging barbs with new-found archrivals. Lin Yijun and many other senior cultivators of various sects also stayed behind to have meetings to discuss the next world-wide cultivator tournament and top-level cooperation between the major and minor sects. Wen Zhihao and the others, however, didnt dally. Resting at home would be better for Sun Fuyu, and the children had missed two weeks of school at this point. Not to mention that there were wedding preparations and their new house construction to worry about! Thankfully, Aunty Liu Jing was in charge of wedding preparations and the builders were in charge of the house construction. Wen Zhihao simply helped finance the wedding preparations and requested the builders to make rooms with big windows to let in daylight. As for Wen Zhihaos pile of spiritual stones that was only partially dented, he decided to donate most of his spiritual stones to Elder Liu Ru to distribute to outer-sect disciples from poor backgrounds. The rest of it went to the development of local mortal schoolsit was a waste to hoard spiritual stones, not good for the economy, ba! With this, Wen Zhihao was able to dust his hands. But after making more calming stones, Wen Zhihaos pile of spiritual stones grew once more. To be honest, all the cultivators coming to visit him or Sun Fuyu for calming stones was becoming annoyinghow could Sun Fuyu focus on his cultivation if he has to act as a businessman? And the stress of knowing that someone might come and interrupt Wen Zhihaos naps was not conducive to living at all. So, after thinking about it, Wen Zhihao decided to put his calming stones up for sale in the Equipment Hall in the Golden Sun Sect. While it took a commission cut, Wen Zhihao wasnt worried about money and Sun Fuyus cultivation time was worth it. (Wen Zhihao had thought about making a vending machine for calming stones, but even though he was sure there was a talisman for it, he didnt know it.) ((He tried to make such a talisman for an hour or so before giving up. Talismans could be considered software: who made him weak when it came to hardware, ba?)) With Sun Fuyus time freed, he threw himself back into cultivation. He met with Shifu Liu Zhongmin and acquired an advanced set of sword moves. You should be approaching Peak-stage now, Liu Zhongmin said. Its no problem to learn these in advance. The requirement of particular stages for particular moves is too rigid and unnecessary, ignore the jade-tablets prescription on that matter. Sun Fuyu bowed his head and accepted Liu Zhongmins teachings. Liu Zhongmin only guided him a little in the morning. In the afternoon, while Wen Zhihao and the children were napping, Sun Fuyu stood in Liu Zhongmins training ground by himself and practised. His sword and the wind moved with increasing flexibility. Qi accumulated in his limbs, flowing faster as he became familiar with the new pathways. As the arc of his sword descended, Sun Fuyu noticed something wrong. In a flash, the trajectory of his sword changed. Sparks burst from where his sword met with a polearm blade. Sun Fuyus eyes narrowed as Zhou Shengs figure was revealed. Zhou Sheng drew his polearm back, throwing his invisibility magical treasure back into his spatial storage. He twirled his polearm, pushing Sun Fuyus blade aside. Sun Fuyu didnt know what Zhou Sheng wanted, but he wasnt a soft persimmon, ready to be cut. With a sharp intake of breath and qi, Sun Fuyu slashed back. His blade cut through the air, the metal glowing. Weapons clanged. Zhou Sheng stepped backwards step by step casually. Sun Fuyu sped up. But no matter how fast his blade moved, Zhou Shengs polearm would be there in time to block him. Shock gripped Sun Fuyus heart when the polearm trajectory suddenly changed. His pupils contracted, muscles moving faster than ever to block the attack. With a grunt, Sun Fuyu was thrown back from the impact. Dust was thrown up as his feet skidded across the ground. Zhou Sheng was a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Sun Fuyu was only a Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator. The difference between them was too large! Sun Fuyu needed to get stronger, he needed more power. Sun Fuyus breath deepened. His grip on his sword loosened slightly. More and more qi swirled to him. Lightning flickered in the clouds and thunder rumbled. Wen-ges influence helped him to directly absorb the sudden spike in ambient qi due to the cloud lightning energy. Zhou Shengs eyes flickered upwards. Strange. Instead of thickening, the lightning faded and the clouds parted slightly, just enough to bathe Sun Fuyu in sunlight. Zhou Sheng stopped caring about it. With a burst of qi, he jumped towards Sun Fuyu, polearm raised. Sun Fuyus dantain burned as he overloaded it with qi. Sun Fuyus eyes went red. Qi flowed from his dantain to his muscles to his sword. He raised his blade and met Zhou Shengs polearm head-on. At the same time, the leftover qi burst out of him, creating buffeting winds. Ah? The unexpected strength jolted Zhou Shengs arm, forcing him to correct his lazy grip on his polearm. This kid had advanced to Peak-Stage Golden Core? While the Nascent Soul tribulation was the first tribulation that had true lightning strikes, the Peak-Stage Golden Core advancement should have been more shocking. Zhou Shengs brows furrowed. What do you want, Senior Zhou? Sun Fuyu scowled. Zhou Sheng stepped back, leaving those thoughts for later. He lazily rested his polearm on his shoulder. Just testing to see how strong you are, Xiao Sun, he said easily. As a senior of the Blood Sect, is it not in my interest to see how strong the talents of the Golden Sun Sect are? Sun Fuyu glared at him. Zhou Sheng continued without worry, Are you practising alone? Where is Wen Zhihao? Sun Fuyu breathed in more qi, his gaze suspicious. He lowered his sword, but didnt sheath it. Why does Senior Zhou want from Wen-ge? Are you not satisfied enough with the banner that Wen-ge made for you? Zhou Sheng put his polearm away. Dont eat so much vinegar, ba. Shouldnt you thank me for helping you advance to Peak-Stage? I just came to give you something. Sun Fuyus face darkened. This senior! When they had first met and worked together on breaking up the enslavers, Zhou Sheng had a sense of measure. But now he was becoming more and more lawless! Then I am even more indebted to Senior Zhou, but I cannot accept your gifts. Are you sure you dont want this? He took out a thin yellow book1a yellow book; other meaning: pornographic book. I dont want anything from Senior Zhou until Senior Zhou can promise to stop trying to dig out my Wen-ge! Take a look first, aharg! Lin Yijun had swooped in with a dark expression on his face. He grabbed the back of Zhou Shengs collar and held him up like the misbehaving wolf he was. Put that book away, and stop messing with Disciple Sun Fuyu! Zhou Sheng regretfully put the sexual dual cultivation book back into his spatial storage. Lin Yijun, youre here, I was looking for you. Tch. Dizzy on power after rising positions in the Blood Sect? Dont think I dont know. Lin Yijun turned to Sun Fuyu. Disciple Sun, train hard and have no worries. Ill take Zhou Sheng away. In Sun Fuyus heart, Lin Yijuns position moved up a few notches. He finally sheathed his sword and placed his hands together. Thank you, Senior Lin. With that, Lin Yijun dragged Zhou Sheng off. Are you going to punish me, Junjun? Oh is that what you wanted, hm?... Sun Fuyu was left alone on the training ground. His heart was unsettled though, so he hurried back to Wen Zhihao. Unexpectedly, Wen Zhihao met him at the door to the bedroom. Wen Zhihaos hair was in disarray. He had just gotten up with a strange feeling in his chest, an unease that seemed inexplicably related to Sun Fuyu. When he saw the aggrieved expression on Sun Fuyus face, his eyes immediately softened. His arms opened, just in time to catch Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu buried his face in Wen-ges shoulder. Wen-ge, that Senior Zhou Wen Zhihao caressed Sun Fuyus hair and pulled them both inside the bedroom. What happened? Sun Fuyu repeated everything that had happened, down to each word that Zhou Sheng had said. Wen Zhihao sighed slightly. How old was Zhou Sheng to tease and annoy a junior cultivator like Sun Fuyu? It seemed that now that Zhou Sheng was becoming unrepressed, his true personality was coming out. Next time, you tell Zhou Sheng to behave, or he wont get to see any of the cats. En, Sun Fuyu agreed. Senior Zhou would definitely behave with that kind of threat! Wen Zhihao was glad to see Sun Fuyu relaxing. Now, it seems that Sun Fuyu has advanced? To Peak-Stage Golden Core! Sun Fuyu unstickied himself from Wen-ge, the gloom from before dissipating. Xiao Yu is so strong! Wen Zhihao praised. Ill tell Aunty Liu immediately to prepare a special dinner to celebrate. Some fruit has ripened... Sun Fuyu nodded, happy to go along with whatever Wen-ge wanted. A little realisation in his heart made him smile secretly: wasnt it that Zhou Sheng was jealous of Sun Fuyu? After all, Wen-ge was so great! Ah, Sun Fuyu shouldnt fault Zhou Sheng for being jealous any more. Sun Fuyu: I understand now! Zhou Sheng is jealous of me! *shakes head* I pity him. Zhou Sheng: *sneezes* 111. The calm before the ?l?i?g?h?t?n?i?n?g? calm The Golden Sun Sect was lively these days. There were many visiting cultivatorsmeeting other cultivators, shopping at the Equipment Hall, and relaxing at the cats garden. Huang Jialing, who had to walk past the cats garden every day, sighed deeply. Demonic cats, wolves, rabbits, bearsit was becoming a menagerie. At the very least, these visiting cultivators often brought food offerings, otherwise the surrounding lands wouldnt be able to support the hunting of all the new beasts. The older cats were too wilful for training these days, so Huang Jialing had to content herself with caring for the young kittens. Unlike Huang Jialing, the cats were completely fine with the new world order. Cultivators would arrive stressed, sit down, feed them, give them toys, pet one of them while in a daze, and leave with longing looks back. The demonic tigers tail swayed back and forth in satisfaction. - All these humans are now dependent on us!! he purred. - We are the best, another demonic cat said indifferently. Seeing how hard-working the cats were and how docile the bears and dogs were, Wen Zhihao bought new soft blankets and cushions for them, and directly infused them with calmness. He also set up heating talismans and rain-cover talismans, now that the weather was becoming cooler. Meow~! One cat rubbed against Wen Zhihao affectionately and immediately burrowed into the new soft blankets. - Sleepy Humans aura is all over these! Hmmm, so sleepy Wen Zhihao rubbed his eyes. He felt a bit sleepy looking at the lazing cats. He had time before he needed to pick up the kids so...Wen Zhihao decided to lie down with the cats and have a morning nap too. As his eyes closed, his aura spread out through the cats gardens. Numerous feet padded closer to the source of sleepy qi. A fluffy, furry carpet surrounded Wen Zhihaos sleeping form. One cultivator who had been visiting the cats yawned. The yawning spread among the other cultivators. They lurched to their feet and headed back to their rooms to sleep. The Golden Sun Sect was remarkably peaceful that morning. In the end, Sun Fuyu picked up the children and teenagers from school by himself, and took them directly back to the cats garden. Ah-Yi covered his mouth with his hands to hide a grin. Ah! Uncle is sleeping! Uncle! Ruan Lanxi called out. Uncle, were back! Peng Tiantian called out too. She and Ruan Lanxi scrambled over furry bodies to get to their Uncle. Ah? The qi in the air rippled as Wen Zhihao awoke. Wen Zhihao pushed himself upright, squinting a bit. When he noticed Sun Fuyu and their charges, he made a little woops in his heart. Did Uncle Sun bring you home? En! Ruan Lanxi said. Uncle Sun flew really fast! Peng Tiantians eyes glowed. While Ruan Lanxi was obsessed with sword-fighting, Peng Tiantian really loved sword-flying. Well, Uncle Sun is at Peak-Stage now, Wen Zhihao said. He held the two girls hands and had them help pull him up. The three of them walked between the animals, back to Sun Fuyu and the others, who were still in the flying cart. Wen Zhihao lifted the two kids back into the cart first before he got on alongside Sun Fuyu. Sorry, Xiao Yu, I was sleeping Sun Fuyu smiled warmly. En, I know. He could feel it through their bond. Lets go. While Sun Fuyu controlled the flying cart, heading to the kitchens for lunch, Wen Zhihao looked back at the young ones. Now, tell Uncle what you did at school today A few days later, in the afternoon, Wen Zhihao took Sun Fuyu, the children, and some cats to take a look at their new house. The builders had worked hard. A little over five weeks after the construction startedabout a week after the tournament endedthe building was complete. Only furnishing and the garden arrangement was left. They greeted the gardeners who were planting soft grass and scented flowers and headed inside. The house had two floors with stairs and qi-powered lifts for access. On the ground floor were the common halls, while the floor up had the bedrooms and an inner courtyard. This will be our new home after the wedding, Wen Zhihao said, satisfied. The ground floor rooms had big wide glass windows that looked onto the surrounding gardens. It felt like a bit of his old world had come here. Now that it was afternoon, sunlight was shining in from the west side. The cats immediately wandered over to the sunlight and flopped to the ground, eyes squinting happily. Wen Zhihaos gaze softened at the napping cats. Look, there we can add bedding, to nap inside when its cold. Sun Fuyu dutifully wrote that down. They headed up to the upper floor. The big bedroom was for Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu, but there were also many other rooms too. Wen Zhihao turned to his six children. Why dont you choose a bedroom now? Then Uncle can buy whatever furniture you want. Go on. Wen Zhihao gently nudged them. Ruan Lanxi led the childrens exploration of the rooms. The six of them seriously examined them: from the view to the size. Arms stretched wide as they tried to figure out how big beds and furniture would be. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu strolled behind them, answering any questions the children had. The children were accustomed to sleeping together, so in the end they chose two rooms to split themselves up into. Wen Zhihao decided to make the remaining rooms into study rooms. Wen Zhihao couldnt help but look back as they were leaving. He could already imagine making this new house their home. It didnt take long for the house to be furnished and the wedding preparations to be completed. Everything was in place in time for the wedding. The night before the wedding, Wen Zhihao put the children to bed in their old room and headed to the bedroom with Sun Fuyu. Almost everything was packed away, ready for their move. Wen Zhihao said nothing when he caught Sun Fuyu quickly putting away something red in his spatial storage. He gently pulled Sun Fuyu to bed. Wen Zhihao pulled the blankets over them and dimmed the lights with a voice command. Nervous? Immm. Sun Fuyus chest was itchy. He didnt want to lie directly to Wen-ges face But he was nervous. Back when he lived in the mortal towns, he learnt about the things that occurred after weddings. To think that he and Wen-ge would be doing the same things soon! Wen Zhihao caressed the side of Sun Fuyus face. It was so slightly cool and smooth. The wedding is just an excuse for a party, and our lives wont be different afterwards, he said softly. Thats what Wen-ge thinks, Sun Fuyu said with a hint of amusement. Is it not true? Wen Zhihao said in a surprised tone. Look, were already living together and sleeping together. But theres also the bridal chamber Sun Fuyu peeked up at Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao cleared his throat. Um. Yes. Its not a necessary feature on the wedding night. Its up to us to choose what we do, okay? If there is anything that either you or I dont want to do, theres no need to do it. But Xiao Yus shyness made Wen Zhihaos heart tighten. He pulled Sun Fuyus head and upper body closer to him. You can worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes, he coaxed. Wen Zhihao yawned, and Sun Fuyu couldnt help but yawn too. Whatever issues may come up, well work them out together, Wen Zhihao said through a yawn. Okay Sun Fuyu said sleepily. More than his nervousness, he trusted Wen-ge. After a little kiss, the two fell asleep. When Wen Zhihao woke up early the next day, he stayed in a half-asleep state, limbs suffused with sleep-heaviness. Sun Fuyu was still sleeping by his side. In this state between half-asleep and half-awake, Wen Zhihao idly noticed his breathing. Qi flowed in with the air, circulating around Wen Zhihaos body and pooling in his lower abdomen...hm, that was probably his dantian. Qi flowed out with the air on the exhale. Qi flowed in on the inhale, and out again on the exhale...There seemed to be less qi on the exhale though. A spark of enlightenment pulled Wen Zhihao to alertness. Less qi on the exhale...didnt that mean his body was collecting qi every time he breathed in? And he knew that collecting qi was the fundamental requirement for cultivation advancement. The qi in the air began to thicken, but that did not hinder Wen Zhihaos breathing. The excess qi settled comfortably into his body and limbs, condensing tighter in his dantian. The qi movement around his body was familiar. Itwas very warm and tingly, almost like static electricity but gentle and empowering. There was a sense of strength and assuredness. Wen Zhihao felt very sheepish. So this was how he had been unexpectedly advancing through the cultivation levels! Relaxation flowed through him at this big comprehension. He breathed in and exhaled. With the mystery solved, Wen Zhihao went back to sleep: it was still early, after all, and he wont be able to have an afternoon nap on the wedding day itself. Outside, dark dry thunderstorm clouds sent down lightning that confusedly broke down into innumerable fizzles, merging in with the wave-like flowing qi around Wen Zhihao. There was so much qi that for a few moments it visibly sparkled. It faded away as Wen Zhihao breathed it in and dispersed it out. The clouds gave way to clear skies showing streaks of pre dawn light. A certain poor outer-god in the Heavens noticed the odd behaviour from the tribulation lightning. But since the lightning energy exhausted itself, it meant that the tribulation had completed. Anyway, since he was demoted, it wasnt his job to check the happenings of the mortal world. No, it was now his duty to re-study the theories of space-time and to farm the heavenly plants for the gods consumption And so, Wen Zhihao peacefully passed the tribulation~ (Also: that gods life just turned into a heavenly farming novel ????) This chapter was a bit longer than the others ???? And yes, I finally decided that there are 6 young children! Come talk with me and other readers! ???? BL Palace discord server ???? (BL readers and writers on Scribble Hub) ???? The Daily Eggplant discord server ???? (Readers and writers of original English BL webnovels in general) 112. Double Happiness afflinghaze In the end, Wen Zhihao wasnt able to go back to sleep for long. The moment the sun rose, both Sun Fuyu and the children awoke, anxious and excited to start the daythe day of the long-awaited wedding! Wen Zhihao couldnt in good conscience stay in bed, so he got up too. Even though it was late autumn, the day was auspiciously clear with shining sun. The morning was filled with movement. After flying over to the kitchen to have breakfast, they headed back to the two bedrooms to pack everything up, which meant stuffing everything into either Wen Zhihaos or Sun Fuyus spatial rings. All ready to move? Liu Zhongmin came over in the late morning. Shifu Liu, Sun Fuyu said respectfully. He held out the two key tokens for the rooms. Liu Zhongmin sighed as she took the tokens back. Ill miss you. Shifu! Sun Fuyu protested. You are still my master, I will come every day to train! Liu Zhongmins sad expression turned into a grin. I know, keep up the hard-work. With the keys handed over, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu and their children all moved their things to the new house. Their items were taken out and placed neatly in the relevant rooms. With these personal touches, the house became their home. They then headed back to the kitchens for a quick lunch. After having a rest, Aunty Liu Jing took charge. Old Tang, take Wen Zhihao to get ready. Xiao Bai, Ah-Yi, Tiantian, you are going with your Uncle Wen, Liu Jing directed. Xiao Fuyu, Ah-Zhe, Ah-Lanxi and Ah-Yifan, stay with me. Wen Zhihao grasped Sun Fuyus hand gently before they parted. Im looking forward to your handsome appearance. Sun Fuyu smiled shyly. Yes, soon. Old Tang slapped Wen Zhihao on the back. Lets get going ba, I predict that itll take a while to clean you up and make you handsome. Old Tang, Wen Zhihao protested. He picked up Xiao Bai and followed Old Tang out, Ah-Yi and Peng Tiantian walking beside them. They went to Elder Liu Rus central-sect quarters, where she was waiting along with Hu Jialing, Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng. Hu Jialing was surrounded by cats, one of which was accepting food from Zhou Sheng; the other cats were giving suspicious looks at the grumpy Lin Yijun who looked as though he had just eaten something distasteful. Elder Liu Ru looked at Wen Zhihao in surprise. Disciple Wen, why didnt you tell me youve become a Nascent Soul Cultivator? After the wedding, Ill complete the administration and update your status to a senior cultivator. Youll also need to be measured for a new set of senior robes. Wen Zhihaos brows pinched together. Elder Liu Ru, you must be mistaken Elder Liu Ru resisted the urge to sigh. Disciple Wen, you are not even hiding your cultivation level. Surely I would have known if I reached Nascent Soul! Isnt there supposed to be lightning? But Wen Zhihao put that puzzle aside. Elder Liu, lets talk slowly after the wedding. Lets go inside so I can change my robes. Wen Zhihao gave a nod to everyone present. Thank you for being part of my group. Huang Jialings lips twitched. Yes, Im still confused as to why Im here. Do not worry, Lin Yijun said, Your presence makes more sense than Zhou Shengs. Zhou Sheng narrowed his eyes. What did you say? Im happy that youre all here, Wen Zhihao said. Hm, thats right, so, Lin Yijun, want to repeat that? Zhou Sheng stepped up close to Lin Yijun. Wen Zhihao decided to enter the temporary dressing room first, followed by the children, Old Tang, Elder Liu Ru, and Huang Jialing. Let the others talk (argue) outside slowly. The cats stayed outside, as though guarding the building. For a cultivator like him, there was no need to complete superstitious bathing rituals to keep away evil spirits: the entire Golden Sun Sect kept them away. While Old Tang, Elder Liu Ru, and Huang Jialing entertained the children, Wen Zhihao went into an adjacent room to quickly bathe and then put on his wedding clothes: bright red robes intricately detailed with golden embroidery. When he exited the bathroom, Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng had come in, no longer arguing. Old Tang clapped his hands. Come here, youve worn your outer robes incorrectly! Uncle, dont you know? Peng Tiantian shook her head in mock disapproval. Youre an adult! Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. Please help me. Together, Old Tang and Peng Tiantian helped him wrap the robe layers and tie the waist sash properly. Then, Wen Zhihao sat down, and Old Tang picked up the comb. Combing hair four times, for everlasting marriage, harmony, fortune, and good health, Old Tang said seriously. Hm, Wen Zhihao agreed. Elder Liu then came over and helped arrange Wen Zhihaos hair, pulling the upper hair back and into a hair bun, secured by auspicious ornaments. Zhou Sheng gazed at Wen Zhihaos smart red outfit and pursed his lips slightly. While cultivators had their own Dao-Companionship rituals, he had grown up in the mortal towns. Even when he was enslaved, he had heard about weddings, though they were never the joyous affairs like today. He had never thought that a cultivator could have this kind of event... Lin Yijun glanced at Zhou Sheng. His eyes turned thoughtful. Meanwhile, Sun Fuyu went to the staff housing, where Liu Jing lived. His group had three children, Ruan Lanxi, Wu Zhe, and Xu Yifan. Along the way, he met his Shifu Liu Zhongmin, and his shijie Hu Jingyan and shixiong Gao Ming. Chef Liu Jing, I know that youre Xiao Fuyus mother, but you and I do have the same family name, Liu Zhongmin said in a suggestive tone. Cant I adopt Xiao Fuyu too? Sun Fuyu blushed. Shifu! Hu Jingyan shook her head in exasperation. What would Elder Liu Ru say if she heard this? Liu Jing wrapped her arms around Sun Fuyu. Hes my son! Now, Xiao Fuyu, you go inside to wash up, okay? Emm. Sun Fuyu escaped the embarrassing situation. When he re-emerged, Ruan Lanxi, Wu Zhe, and Xu Yifan had changed into cute little golden robes. Gazes turned upon him. So handsome, Liu Jing praised. Sun Fuyu lowered his head, very embarrassed with all the attention. He sat obediently while his adoptive mother combed his hair and arranged it, inserting intricate gold and red hair ornaments. Liu Zhongmin also gave him a red-and-gold scabbard for his sword to make the rest of his outfit. Ready? Liu Jing asked. Sun Fuyus heart began to beat faster. Ready. Outside, a row of big demonic cats awaited. They flanked his procession like a guard. Sun Fuyu walked in the middle of the procession, with the children around him, Liu Jing beside him, and Liu Zhongmin leading the way. There were no drums and no gongsthere was no need to use this method to scare away evil spirits, and cultivators listening ability would be pitted with such loud sounds. Instead, Gao Ming played a lively tune on his pipa and Hu Jingyan accompanied him on flute, while Ruan Lanxi happily shook a little bell. There was no throwing out riceno evil spirits would dare approach this procession of powerful cultivators. There was also no lion dancenot really necessary when there were actual lions in the wedding procession. Curious cultivators came out to watch, which made Sun Fuyu want to shrink his head and hide behind his adoptive mother. But then he remembered that he was marrying Wen Zhihao, his Wen-ge, so there was nothing to be embarrassed aboutbut his heart still betrayed him with its fast heartbeat. Just a few more steps, just a few more... A large hall in a building near Elder Liu Rus mountain had been arranged for the wedding. Outside the building was a large white-stone paved courtyard. Red banners with golden Double Happiness hung from the buildings front facade. A table covered in red cloth served as an altar, and a long red carpet split the courtyard in two. Many others were there waiting for them: all the kitchen staff and farming staff, the older children/teenagers and adults that they had helped save, all of Sun Fuyus other shijies and shixiongs, Zhang Wu, Wang Li Wei and his friends, Huang Jialings girlfriend Qian Jiarui, array master Cheng Yahui, and the entire herd of demonic beasts. There were many cultivators from both the Golden Sun Sect and others, as well as various mortals from the nearby town like Old Third, the brush maker, and the teachers at the school the children attended. As the two processions approached, Cheng Yahui activated the little array that caused flower petals to fall down around them, pink and red in the glow of the afternoon sun. The music being played by Wang Li Wei and Qian Jiarui merged with the processions music. Sun Fuyus head turned as he saw Wen-ges procession approaching from the other direction. The two groups stopped on opposite sides of the paved courtyard. Neither of them were brides, so neither of them wore a red veil. Their eyes met across the courtyard, through the gaps between people. Wen Zhihaos lips curled up, and Sun Fuyus followed automatically. Xiao Yu Not so fast, Wen Zhihao, Liu Jing cut in. Before you can come closer En. Wen Zhihao pulled a number of red pouches, each laden with nine high-grade spiritual stones. Nine for a long-lasting union. A token of my sincerity, he said modestly. Lin Yijun helped distribute the red pouches to each member of Sun Fuyus group. The children happily accepted the pouches. Okay! Uncle, Uncle, you can get married now! Liu Jing patted the heads of the children. Not yet, baobeis. Hu Jingyan weighed her pouch in her hand. You have shown sincerity in sharing your wealth, but money is cold. Wen Zhihao stepped forward, in front of his group, and placed two hands over his heart. His gaze focused on Sun Fuyu, who was so bright and handsome in his red robes. Sun Fuyu brightens up my life. His energy and hard work are admirable. Hes also very handsome. Sun Fuyu blushed. Wen Zhihao continued, his lips curling up. I love Sun Fuyu. To wake up every day with him by my side is a great pleasure. I want to live through every day with you, Xiao Fuyu. Hand in hand, side by side. I will love you and cherish you and honour you, for you deserve the best. So please, will you marry me? Sun Fuyus chest felt tight, his eyes sour. Yes, yes. I want to. I will. Liu Jing smiled, deep emotions in her eyes. Wen Zhihao, we find you sincere. Xiao Fuyu. Sun Fuyu stepped out of his protective group. But before he could reach Wen-ge, Old Tang placed an arm in front, smiling apologetically. Sun Fuyu, we will not let you approach, Zhou Sheng declared. Where is your sincerity? Wen Zhihao coughed. He took out some more red pouches of spiritual stones and gave them to his own group. My wealth is Xiao Yus wealth, please accept this, which I give on behalf of Sun Fuyu. Liu Jing: ... Zhou Sheng: ... He should have expected this. To be continued~! 113. Double Happiness: Husband & Husband [end of main story] Lin Yijun recovered first. Money is minor, he said. Sun Fuyu, where is your meaning? Sun Fuyu took a deep breath. Yes. I love Wen Zhihao with all of my heart. I promise to walk by his side, following wherever he may lead. I promise to always protect Wen Zhihao against any adversary. Is that so? Lin Yijun drew his sword. Sun Fuyu drew his own sword. Against any and all enemies, I will always protect Wen Zhihao! A patt-ah of feet jumping. A SHING as swords clashed! The wind rushed around them so fast that they made slight humming noises. The petals on the ground rose and danced in the air. Sun Fuyu countered Lin Yijuns every move, in the air, down on the ground, to the side. His focus intensified. His robes fluttered majestically, the red a sharp contrast to Lin Yijuns golden robes. Their swords glinted dazzlingly as they reflected off the bright sunlight. Wen Zhihao watched with wide eyes. Handsome! Sun Fuyu was so handsome and overbearing! Good. After one last exchange, Lin Yijun jumped back and sheathed his sword. You may pass. Sun Fuyu sheathed his sword a moment later, catching his breath. He bowed respectfully. Thank you. Sun Fuyu approached Wen Zhihao. He was about to hug him, but then he remembered everyone watching them. So instead, he reached out, taking Wen Zhihaos hands in his. Wen Zhihaos grip was familiar and warm. Sun Fuyu smiled back. Why had he been so nervous? With Wen-ge, nothing would go wrong. Wen-ge was so amazing, he was now a Nascent Soul Cultivator! The red knot of the two Dao Companions before me has been tied. Now, it is time for the three bows, Elder Liu Ru said formally. Liu Jing and Old Tang sat down on opposite sides of the prepared altar: on top of the red cloth surface were candles and flowers and fruit. Liu Zhongmin and Elder Liu Ru stood on the far sides of Liu Jing and Old Tang. First, bow to Heaven and Earth, Elder Liu Ru said. With their backs to the altar, facing their audience and the open space in front of them, Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao bowed. Second, bow to the parents. Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao turned around and bowed. Sun Fuyus biological parents were not worthy. The original Wen Zhihaos parents had dropped Wen Zhihao at the sect and disappeared; the current Wen Zhihaos parents were in another world altogether, having a much better life with their new children. While their biological parents were on their minds, most of Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihaos respect were for those in front of them. Aunty Liu Jing, Old Tang, Elder Liu Ru, and Senior Liu Zhongmin all played elder-figure roles in their lives. Liu Jing swallowed, her eyes growing sour. And third, bow to the husband. Sun Fuyu and Wen Zhihao now turned to each other. Husband, Wen Zhihao mouthed. Sun Fuyus head inclined, his eyes curving. The two of them bowed. With this bow, they promised to respect each other, and they became husband and husband. The audience started to clap. Congratulations, Elder Liu Ru said warmly. Wen Zhihao lifted Sun Fuyus head and the two of them shared a long kiss. Wen Zhihaos heart soaked in the sweetness. Sun Fuyu was so happy he could float up and up, if it werent for his grip on Wen Zhihao. Someone wolf-whistled. Aiyaaa, the dog food!! Its a wedding, what did you expect? Meowww!! Xiao Bai walked over, carefully holding a tray in his hands. Upon that tray were a teapot and numerous teacups. Thank you, Xiao Bai, Wen Zhihao said. While Sun Fuyu held the tray, Wen Zhihao heated up the sweet tea inside, made from the tropical fruits that he had helped grow. Then, he poured out a cup. Kneeling down, he presented the cup to Aunty Liu Jingmother-in-law Liu Jing. Mother Liu Jing, please drink this tea. Dont you worry, I will take care of Sun Fuyu every day. Im not worried, Liu Jing sniffed. She accepted the cup, sipping the sweet tea. After she handed the cup back, she pulled out a small golden hair ornament and gifted it to Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao grinned. Is Mother making a comment about my hair? Just wear it for me, Liu Jing said with a huff. En. Wen Zhihao then poured tea for Senior Liu Zhongmin. Shifu Liu, please drink this tea. Xiao Fuyu will be under your care and training, please mentor him well. Of course, of course, Liu Zhongmin drank the tea in one gulp. Her gift to Wen Zhihao were two communication tokens. Wen Zhihao thanked her, and immediately tucked the other token in Sun Fuyus spatial ring. Sun Fuyus eyes shone with a smile. Thank you, Shifu. If you can contact Wen Zhihao easily, you can rest assured, Liu Zhongmin replied. Wen Zhihao now took the tray and Sun Fuyu served tea to Old Tang. Old Tang, please drink this tea. I will do my best to make sure Wen-ge is happy every day. He is happy simply seeing you, Old Tang chuckled. He sipped the tea and smiled. He then presented Sun Fuyu with a scroll, which unfolded to reveal a beautiful landscape painting. Sun Fuyus eyes were drawn to the two figures of himself and Wen Zhihao in the background. Thank you We can put this next to Sun Fuyus winners banner, Wen Zhihao said with a smile. Sun Fuyu nodded, tucking the scroll away in his spatial ring. Sun Fuyu then served Elder Liu Ru. Elder Liu, please drink this tea. I will protect Wen-ge, please guide him on his talisman cultivation. Elder Liu Ru nodded slowly. I will endeavour to help Wen Zhihao along that pathway. She sipped the tea. Chuckles emerged from the audience. Who didnt know that Wen Zhihao followed the untraditional talisman-writing road? Wen Zhihao cleared his throat awkwardly. Yes, all the better to write talismans to help Xiao Yu. Sun Fuyu tilted his head up and smiled, eyes squinting in happiness. En. But this is for you, Disciple Sun. Elder Liu Ru presented him with a small palm-sized shield: a powerful magical treasure capable of blocking a Nascent Soul level attack. Sun Fuyu bowed, thanking Elder Liu. Together, he and Wen Zhihao bowed once again to all four of the elders. Live long and live well together, Liu Jing said. With a somewhat nostalgic sigh, she stood up. That completes the tea ceremony. Thank you to everyone patiently watching. Head inside now, the wedding banquet awaits! This time, the clapping was even louder. Wen Zhihao understood perfectly: eating good food was the true purpose of having celebrations! Yes, food! Ive been smelling it for so long...! Meow! Directly inside the building was a large hall, with long rows of tables laden with steaming hot disheslittle heating talismans under the plates and bowls and pots kept them warm. Red double happiness banners and flowers decorated the sides, as warm lights bathed the space. Please, sit down where you wish, and begin! Liu Jing said. As the head of catering, it was her pleasure to see everyone enjoying the food. Cultivators and mortals alike mingled as they sat down at the tables. Demonic beasts smartly turned into their human forms to fit into the hall. Sun Fuyu led Wen Zhihao and the children to sit at the front table with their closest family. Roast duck, roast chicken, roast pork, lobster and fish and other seafood, noodles of multiple kinds, stir-fries and soups... These dishes smelt delicious and looked bright and appetising. There were also jars and teapots of various beverages upon the tables. There was no rush to eat: the savoury course lasted a few hours. Various cultivators and mortals sometimes came to the front to play a little music. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu also toured the hall, accepting the well-wishers of the attendees. Wen Zhihao smiled so much. His hand held Sun Fuyus almost the entire time. With all their friends and family gathered, Wen Zhihao felt connected with this world, place and time. It was so warm, in a way he had never felt back in his old world. He was deeply glad he had inexplicably transmigrated over. Now, he had a husband, children, a warm extended family, pets, a house...it was more than he had ever thought he could have. Long gone were the long work hours. The enjoyment of the little things every day awaited him. When it came time for dessert, Liu Jing bought out a big three-tiered cake that surprised many of the attendees who had never seen such a thing before. Alongside the cake, there was also the tropical fruit harvested from their own trees in the Sect and sweet red bean soup with tang yuan. There was always space for a little dessert. Wen Zhihaos eyes shone. He and Sun Fuyu made the first slice before Liu Jing smartly took over. The three layers were flavoured with coconut, mango, and sweet potato, and the cake was covered with a mild soft cream. The cream got all over the childrens faces. Wen Zhihao smiled fondly as he wiped the excess off. Wen Zhihao yawned firsthe had missed his afternoon nap. The children yawned with him. Liu Jing rubbed the childrens heads. Lets take you back to your new home ba. But the banquet is not over yet Sun Fuyus brows pinched together. Liu Jing patted Sun Fuyu. No, no, Mum will clean up. This is my duty. Now come. Outside, the sun had set. Moonlight and starlight shone down. The sleepy children were loaded onto the flying cart while Sun Fuyu, Wen Zhihao and Liu Jing walked, glowing talismans lighting their way. They stopped outside their new home. Thank you for preparing everything, AuntyI mean Mother, Wen Zhihao said. It was my duty, of course, Liu Jing said with a wave of her hand. Ill help you put the children to bed. Thank you. Sleepy children climbed out of the flying cart and onto the floating lift that took them up to the bedroom floor. Now that they had more bathrooms, it was quicker to get all the children washed, teeth brushed. The three girls were tucked in bed in their room, and the three boys were tucked in the bedroom next door. Once the little buns fell asleep, the adults closed the door quietly behind them. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu escorted Liu Jing downstairs. Will you be alright to walk back? Sun Fuyu asked, worried. Of course, Liu Jing said fondly, patting Sun Fuyus arm. Here, have these talismans just in case. Wen Zhihao handed her some defensive talismans. Only then did Sun Fuyu relax. Liu Jing kissed Sun Fuyu on the forehead. After a moment of thought, she kissed Wen Zhihao on the forehead too. Have a good night, okay? And I expect you to both come visiting in three days Traditionally, the married couple would visit the bride''s family home after three days. Why three days? Well come by the kitchens tomorrow for the childrens breakfast, Wen Zhihao said, confused. Liu Jing blinked. Ah yes, of course. She shook her head slightly and smiled in farewell. The two newly married husbands stood at the door for a while, watching quietly as Liu Jing walked away. Once they saw her approaching the banquet hall, the two closed the door behind them and went up to their bedroom. The front of the door was decorated with a red double happiness banner. There was a plate of red dates and walnuts on the bedside table, along with a small teapot with a sweet drink and two cups. Their bed had red covers, and sweet-scented flowers cast soft glows around the room. Wen Zhihao held Sun Fuyus hand. Their gazes met. Wen-ge Anticipation of what could happen next pushed back Wen Zhihaos sleepiness. He closed the door of their bedroom behind them. You can call me Zihao or Hao-ge if you want. Or husband. Wen Zhihaos lips quirked up. Husband Yu. Sun Fuyu wet his lips, his heartbeat rabbiting in his chest, a tingling feeling growing down there. A flush climbed up his neck. Mmm...husband. Wen Zhihaos eyes saw only Sun Fuyu. Hm? Sun Fuyu reached out and started to undo the sash around Wen Zhihaos waist. Despite the nervousness in his chest, he wanted this next step in their relationship. Wen Zhihaos heart skipped a beat. Sun Fuyus meaning was clear. With a sweep of a hand, Wen Zhihao activated the soundproofing talismans. Hehe. Did you see how I ended the chapter there? And wow, that was a long chapter! I took out the Q&A part of Chinese wedding door games because Id fail on the Q&A even though Im the author hahaha. Extras coming up~! The extras are somewhat episodic, if you''ll like to read more, I hope you''ll enjoy them ???? ???? BL Palace ???? | ???? The Daily Eggplant ???? 114. Extra [NSFW]: Wedding Night afflinghaze NSFW warning! I hope you all enjoy this chapter ;P As the sound proofing talismans activated, nervousness bloomed in Sun Fuyus chest. His eyes lowered, earnestly helping Wen Zhihao to remove the sash. A hand rested under his chin, tilting his head up. Lips captured his own. Sun Fuyus hands shifted, gripping Wen-ges robes as the rest of his body threatened to melt. Wen-ge...Hao-ge...Husband Wen Zhihao hummed. The sensations were transmitted directly to Sun Fuyus lips. A shiver went down Sun Fuyus spine. Thrilling anticipation replaced his nervousness. This was their wedding night! Sun Fuyu took the initiative to deepen the kiss. His little tongue ventured out, and Wen Zhihao welcomed him in. Their tongues caressed each other intimately, wet and hot. Sun Fuyu wanted to press his lower body against Wen Zhihaos to relieve the pressure, but there were clothes in the way. Sun Fuyus smart hands pulled off Wen Zhihaos clothes and then his own. The clothes and his sword were immediately put away into his spatial ring. Both of them were left with their plain undyed undergarments. Wen Zhihao broke the kiss with a breathless chuckle. How is Xiao Yu so talented? His lips descended again. He enjoyed this slow building heat, something that he had never felt towards anyone before. Mmmmm, Sun Fuyu moaned. Wen-ge...husband...wait, ah He broke the kiss so that he could take off his hair ornaments. Oh, yes. Wen Zhihao reached for his own hair, but his fingers were gently pushed aside by Sun Fuyu. Light fingers tugged off the ornaments, and Wen Zhihaos long black hair cascaded down. Wen Zhihao moved to kiss again, but Sun Fuyu boldly pushed his husband to the bed. The two of them fell onto the bed with a floof, with Sun Fuyu lying boldly on top of Wen Zhihao. Sun Fuyu gasped. HusbandCan I? Can we? Sun Fuyu gave him a pleading look. Their groins were pressed against each other, their remaining trousers unable to hide the stiffness hiding inside. Wen Zhihao gazed up at him. Whatever you want, husband. He placed a hand on Sun Fuyus chest, and slowly wandered down. Sun Fuyu shivered as Wen-ges fingers slipped under his shirt, fingers caressing his skin. Soft yet firm, Wen Zhihao thought. Delicate yet strong. As Wen Zhihao stroked Xiao Yus skin, he felt a slight tremble, as though Sun Fuyu was trying to keep still. Wen Zhihao looked up, only to see that Sun Fuyus eyes were firmly fixed down below. A red blush covered his cheeks. Sun Fuyu took so much initiative, but then became shy? A feeling of wanting to cover Sun Fuyu in his hands grew in Wen Zhihaos chest. Wen Zhihaos lips curled up as his hand dipped down and reached inside to grasp something hot inside Sun Fuyus pants. Sun Fuyu sucked in a sharp breath. Wen-ge, thats mine, he mumbled, a slight whine in a voice. His hips shifted, not knowing whether he wanted to escape Wen Zhihaos hand or thrust deeper into it. Xiao Yu wants to be coaxed? Wen Zhihaos grip tightened. He stroked up, down, up, his thumb rubbing the slit. Sun Fuyu gasped. Wen-ge...Wen-ge His arms, bracing him over Wen Zhihao, trembled. Feels good, husband? En, feels good. He bit his bottom lip, trying to restrain himself as he rubbed against Wen Zhihao. Wen Zhihao stroked faster. Little Xiao Yu became increasingly familiar in his hand. His eyes deepened whenever Sun Fuyu gave a broken gasp. Sun Fuyus head dropped, resting in the crock of Wen Zhihaos neck. After a few more strokes, he couldnt brace himself any longer, falling into the bed on his side. Wen Zhihao turned to face him, hand holding Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyus lips were becoming bright red from how hard he was biting them. Xiao Yu was so good today. So handsome, so obedient, Wen Zhihao praised softly. Sun Fuyu looked up at him with wet eyes. Im good? Very good. The best. Little Xiao Yu feels good too. Seeing you like this, its very alluring, Wen Zhihao said huskily. Sun Fuyu shook his head slightly, embarrassed by Wen Zhihaos direct words. Faster? he whined softly. For you, of course. Clothing rustled in a repetitive pattern. Sun Fuyu felt hotter and hotter. The redness of his cheeks spread to his ears. Tingling built from where Wen-ge held him, the pleasure building up and up with each stroke, each twist. There was nothing in the world but the two of them, and Wen-ges hand on him... Wen-ge, I love you, Sun Fuyu suddenly said. He gripped Wen-ges clothes, anchoring himself in the world. Wen Zhihaos gaze softened, so much that Sun Fuyu wanted to submerge himself in his eyes. I love you too. Will Xiao Yu be good and come in my hand? Uggggghh. His husband''s hot hand and low, indulgent voice was too much for Sun Fuyu. With a broken gasp, he orgasmed, mind whiting out as he came in small spurts. Wen Zhihao kept stroking him until it was too much, and Sun Fuyu had to stop him. Sun Fuyu panted unevenly as he slowly drifted back to reality when Wen-ge wiped him briefly with a cloth. "...Wait! You too..." He touched the edge of Wen Zhihaos pants, but he didnt reach in. Dont be scared, Wen Zhihao teased. He pulled his dick out of his trousers. It was hard, leaking at the tip. Sun Fuyus mouth grew dry. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch the hot thing. Hold it like youll hold your own, Wen Zhihao guided. En. Long, strong fingers wrapped around the sword. Sun Fuyu pressed his lips together, avoiding Wen-ges eyes. A slow tug up, then down, just like how Wen-ge had done it for him. He looked up when Wen Zhihaos thumb pressed against his lips. Sun Fuyu extended his tongue and licked the thumb. It was slightly salty. Wen Zhihaos eyes darkened at the action. His voice dropped lower, If you don''t want to, do you want to watch while I do it? Want to!! Sun Fuyu protested. He earnestly stroked faster and firmer. Wen Zhihaos breaths turned into heavy pants. That feels good, Xiao Yu is very good at this. You can go faster. En! Wen Zhihao felt a bit helpless and a lot of fondness at Sun Fuyus determined expression. The pleasure slowly built as Sun Fuyu tried out different methods. At times, a small moan would slip out. Does that feel good? Mmm, Wen Zhihao agreed, eyelids drooping half-mast. Does that feel good? En, your touch feels good, Wen Zhihao said, letting his hands wander under Sun Fuyus shirt, touching that soft, warm, lovely skin. Wen-ge Husband. Sun Fuyu blushed. En. Husband. You''re just saying that it feels good to coax me. It feels good. Wen Zhihao pulled Sun Fuyu''s face to him and gave him a deep kiss. Sun Fuyus rhythm was disrupted by the kiss. He pulled away with a pout, focusing back on his very important task. Next time...next time, Ill Wen Zhihaos breathing stuttered. Next time? In the future...Ill study and learn how to use my mouth, Sun Fuyu said quietly. Ive seen a lot of positions... Wen Zhihao felt himself harden further in Sun Fuyus hand as his arousal spiked. In the future, Sun Fuyus head buried in his groin, Wen Zhihao thrusting into his lovely, good mouth. In future, Wen Zhihao lying in bed, Sun Fuyu holding his hips down as he swallowed Wen Zhihaos dick Faster, Xiao Yu, faster, Wen Zhihao rasped. Sun Fuyu obediently stroked faster. I love you, Wen Zhihao said helplessly. Sun Fuyu looked back up at him. I love you too. Wen Zhihao determinedly kept his eyes fixed on Sun Fuyus face as he came. Watched how Sun Fuyu unconsciously licked his lips, how his eyes brightened when he succeeded in making Wen Zhihao come. Sun Fuyu pulled his hand back, studying the pearly come with an academic focus. Fuck, Wen Zhihao loved Sun Fuyu so much. This lovely young man in front of him! How adorable was his husband? Now, it was Wen Zhihaos turn to catch his breath. We...should have a bath, Sun Fuyu said, moving his come-covered hand away from him. Wet cloth, too sleepy, Wen Zhihao yawned. His orgasm had rendered him languid and relaxed. The days tiredness came back. En. Sun Fuyu climbed out of bed to prepare a wet cloth and cleaned himself and came back to clean up Wen Zhihao too. They shuffled the blankets over them. Wen Zhihao laid on his back, already starting to doze off. Sun Fuyu wriggled in as close as he could, resting his head on his husbands arm, tangling their legs together. He rested a hand on his husbands chest, feeling the rest and fall of his breaths. He felt good, and he could feel that Wen-ge felt good too. In the end, it wasnt so scary, was it? There were many things the two could do in the future. As long as it was with Wen-ge, Sun Fuyu will be comfortable. With a yawn, Sun Fuyu followed his husband to sleep. I like praise kink ^_^ Wanted more smut? Consider writing fanfic like Benomora''s ;P Actually, this is probably the most romantic smut Ive ever written, LOL. 115. Extra: Zhou Sheng’s nightmare In the previous life: After Lin Yijun was killed by tribulation lightning in front of him, Zhou Sheng was stunned, his blade held frozen in the air. Lin Yijun had been such a big part of his life. He had always thought, deep down, that the cultivation genius Senior Lin Yijun, Lin-shixiong, would always be stronger and more powerful. To see him fail the tribulation and dieZhou Sheng couldnt understand. This had to be false, right? It had to be a trick, right? Lin Yijuns body, no longer sustained by the wind and qi, began to fall. In contrast to Zhou Shengs frozen position, the other cultivators on the battlefield reacted extremely quickly. Lin Yijun had died by the hands of the Heavens! This was a huge blow to the righteous cultivators, and a huge boon to the demonic cultivators! Clearly, the Heavens were favouring the demonic side, werent they? The sound of big explosions jolted Zhou Sheng out of his reverie. Fighting raged across the ravine and in the skies around him as robed cultivators employed their earth-shattering powers. Zhou Sheng ignored it all. Where was Lin Yijuns body? Heart tight, Zhou Sheng plummeted straight down, faster than the speed of falling. Right below them was the ravine, deep, and dark. No one truly knew how deep parts of the ravine went, but Zhou Sheng had to keep going down and down. He used his own blood to cast a red glow on the jagged sides of the dark abyss. A jutted-out ledge had a soft, golden shape. Lin Yijun! Zhou Shengs descent slowed in an instant, touching down lightly on the ledge. Lin Yijuns body was mangled from the fall, but it was still intacttestament to the tempering of a Nascent Soul body. Zhou Sheng fell to his knees. No breath came from Lin Yijuns mouth. No qi moved inside his body. No blood flowed in those once-lively veins. He was dead. Truly dead. No...no This had to be a dream. A nightmare. All of it! Zhou Sheng became extremely muddled after that. The world passed in a blur, as though his soul was half a step away from his body and controlling it remotely. He picked up Lin Yijuns body, carrying it in his arms. He flew out of the ravine. He fought the damned Golden Sun Sect cultivators first, especially all the damned people who had pitted him in the past. Then, he had somehow lost Lin Yijuns body. So he raged and killed the bastard demonic cultivators next, shouting at them to give it back Day turned to night turned to day turned to night. The flowers had long been trampled. The blood and bodies of dead cultivators became tools under demonic hands; vengeful ghosts of cultivators continued to fight. Zhou Sheng grew more and more light-headed as he used up his blood And then, in order to continue to fight, he decided to use the blood of the cultivators he had killed. The ones who had deserved to be killed. ...After that, was he really Zhou Sheng anymore? Hadnt he become the very beast that Lin Yijun hated? Hadnt he crossed his own line in the sand? When he died, he did not know whose blade it was. At this time, all the cultivators robes were muddy, demonic and righteous were all the same. And who cared? He was already dying from blood loss. That blade was ultimately merciful... Zhou Sheng woke suddenly, pain slicing through his chest like a sword, heart thudding. There was a feeling of disgust deep in his blood. The dream had been so vivid. And the subsequent headache was extremely painful. Zhou Sheng climbed out of his bed in the Blood Sect. He grabbed his calming stone from his bedside table and frowned. It was losing its qi. Zhou Shengs fist squeezed the stone, forcefully absorbing the last dregs of the calming qi. His headache barely abated. He needed a new stone; this one turned to dust in his hand. He dressed and left his house. Outside, the other Blood Sect cultivators avoided him. Not out of alienation, but out of respect mixed with feartypical for demonic cultivators. After his victory at the Inter-Sect Tournament, Zhou Sheng''s position had risen again in the Blood Sect. Though many demonic cultivators became red with anger at Zhou Shengs weird morals and zero tolerance for slavery, his harsh actions were really suitable for demonic cultivators. At the end of the day, many senior demonic cultivators lost against Zhou Sheng, and in the demonic world, power spoke above all else. Honourable Zhou Sheng! You have come out of seclusion, there are issues you need to address Zhou Sheng turned and glared at the Elder calling him to do administration. His headache throbbed. Bloody get someone else to do it! The Elder smartly shut up. Zhou Sheng left the Blood Sect and headed on a familiar journey to the Golden Sun Sect. Something that he could do blindfolded. Soon, the pale walls of the Golden Sun Sect came into view. The edges of Wen Zhihaos aura soothed his headache slightly. Instead of going directly to the cats garden, Zhou Sheng detoured to a training field, following his innate sense of where Lin Yijun should be. It was only when he saw Lin Yijun, alive and well as he sternly taught some young disciples, did the stone in Zhou Shengs heart drop. He released a low sigh of relief. In the real world, Lin Yijun was still alive. Not only that, but his name had been spreading as the result of the tournament and the subsequent political maneuverings of the sects. Zhou Sheng headed over to see Wen Zhihao. He picked up a new calming stone (and paid, to avoid provoking Sun Fuyu) and petted some cats. Then, he returned to the training field. He sat on a rooftop overlooking the area where Lin Yijun was teaching. He was sure that Lin Yijun was being more patient than he had been with Zhou Sheng, all those years ago. Zhou Shengs eyes lowered. What if Lin Yijun had been like that to him? Would Zhou Sheng have stayed? Would he become starry-eyed like Sun Fuyu? After a while, Zhou Sheng nudged those thoughts away and settled into analysing Lin Yijun. He still needed to defeat Lin Yijun in the future. Eventually, Lin Yijun spotted Zhou Sheng. His eyes widened. Zhou Sheng smirked back. Lin Yijun recovered his composure quickly. He finished off his lesson and sent Wang Li Wei and his fellow disciples off. He then flew directly up to Zhou Sheng, activating his privacy bell around them. What are you doing here? Zhou Sheng rose to his feet. Cant I come and see you? I found a new dish recently Lin Yijun quickly shook his head. No, no, no need. Zhou Shengs smirk widened. Are you sure? Lin Yijun huffed. While youre finding such things, I acquired two admission tokens for the Clear Heart Hot Springs. Now that Disciple Wens stones are becoming popular, no one uses the hot springs anymore. He tossed one clear blue token to Zhou Sheng. The hot springs that your parents control? Do you want to go or not? Zhou Sheng snorted. Are the hot springs as effective as staying near Wen Zhihao though? Why dont we simply enjoy his company? Lin Yijun gave him a deadpan look. He moved closer to Zhou Sheng. Are you turning down bathing together in the hot springs? His breath tickled Zhou Shengs ear. Zhou Sheng resisted the urge to cover his ear. ...Lets go. To be continued ;P 116. Extra [NSFW]: Hot springs afflinghaze Contains: Top Lin Yijun and Bottom Zhou Sheng. (and mentions of switching) Hot water vapour rose from the shifting surface of the hot springs. A secondary privacy array hid two figures from external view. A smooth, strong figure pressed another against stone. Zhou Shengs legs were wrapped around Lin Yijun, his head thrown back, back pressed against the side of the hot springs. Regardless of the fairly smooth surface, his skin unbroken only by the virtue of being a Nascent Soul cultivator. The water crashed back and forth violently as Lin Yijun thrusted into that hot wet heat. Deeper! Deeper! Moans slipped from Zhou Shengs mouth. Dont be so weak! Lin Yijun gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into Zhou Shengs hips. Sounds like youre enjoying it very much. Ughhhh Zhou Shengs channel tightened, gripping Lin Yijuns dick tightly. He wanted to feel everything. He wanted it as deep as he could go, until Lin Yijun marked his existence inside Zhou Sheng. Mark me, Lin-shixiong, do it Lin Yijun hissed. I will, Zhou-shidi. Look at you, so hungry for my dick. Really want it, Zhou Sheng moaned. Ifif they knewughhfuckthat I climbed in your beddeeper, yes!they were right Zhou Shengs hole throbbed with pleasure as he was split open by that thick rod. His insides were hot, his stomach tingling. Lin Yijuns qi reached out, and Zhou Shengs qi combined with it eagerly. They merged, a rendition of the vulgar fucking that Lin Yijun was giving Zhou Sheng. Zhou Shengs breath would catch each time Lin Yijun pushed in, pleasure radiating from that spot inside of him. His eyes squeezed shut, his entire focus on where he and Lin Yijun were connected. Look at you, Zhou-shidi. Naked. Wet. Overcome with pleasure. A beautiful display for anyone to see, Lin Yijuns voice was half-proper, half-husky. Arousal spiked. Zhou Sheng rasped, Ifif someone came by and saw Saw how much you want this, how much youre begging for it? Ummm-ggg Zhou Shengs mind conjured the images of eyes watching them, seeing how Lin Yijun was making him into a mess. Would they sayZhou Sheng has seduced Lin Yijun? Would they sayI knew Zhou Sheng was gagging for it the entire time? Zhou Sheng whined low in his throat. JunJunIm going to come. Lin Yijuns pace suddenly picked up. Then youre coming without touching, arent you? Because you like this so much, dont you? If you could sit on my penis all day, youll be happy, wont you? Hmm! With a cry, Zhou Shengs hole squeezed down. Pleasure raced through his body as come spurted out into the clear hot springs water. Lin Yijun gave a slow groan as he orgasmed deep inside Zhou Sheng. See that? he said through gritted teeth as he grinded his hips against Zhou Sheng. Youre squeezing me, milking my come. You want it so much. Zhou Sheng could feel it, hot and burning inside him. Marking him. Youre mine. Youre mine, youre my Zhou-shidi, Lin Yijun retorted. The waves on the water became slower, calmer. Exhausted, Lin Yijun slipped out of Zhou Sheng. The hot springs water rushed into the open hole, making Zhou Sheng gasp slightly. The water was very convenient for Lin Yijun to clean Zhou Sheng out. Zhou Sheng shivered as his fingers slipped inside. The diarrhea effect of semen was nothing to Zhou Sheng, but removing it was still a matter of principle for Lin Yijun. As the liquids dispersed in the water, the hot springs purified it away. Zhou Sheng floated back on the water, wrung out. Lin Yijun pulled the floating cultivator to his side, resting Zhou Shengs back against his front. The two continued to soak in the hot water. Lin Yijun reached over and ran his fingers through Zhou Shengs hair. What is on your mind? Youre not usually like this. Zhou Sheng huffed weakly. I think Im better at topping than you. Lin Yijuns hole tingled in remembered pleasure, but he tamped down on his renewed arousal. Now was not the time. Is it about marriage? Zhou Sheng crossed his arms under the water. I dont need to bow to the heavens or my unknown ancestors. Were already Dao Companions. Zhou Shengs actions had an echo of familiarity. As though he was putting on an external tough act, to protect his soft and sweet interior. Lin Yijun suddenly felt that Zhou Sheng was very lovable. Are you sure you dont want a mortal-style marriage? You grew up in such a culture Ive been a cultivator a lot longer than Ive been a mortal, Zhou Sheng replied. We arent Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu. Then why did you really come today? Zhou Sheng wanted to retort, but he felt guilty with the undertone of worry in Lin Yijuns voice. To pick up a new stone from Wen Zhihao Theyre not that inferior in quality It was a big headache, okay? Zhou Sheng finally snapped. He sighed heavily, pressing his head back against Lin Yijuns face and making him eat wet hair. Instead, that bastard Lin Yijun took the opportunity to kiss the back of his head instead. Im listening. The Heavens know that I havent done enough for you. Zhou Shengs chest felt sour. Em. Well. Ive been having headaches since I reached Nascent Soul In their two-person world, Zhou Sheng admitted his peculiar dreams and corresponding headaches. Finally, he spoke about the dream he had last night. And you were dead, he repeated again, heart trembling at the dream memory. The bond between him and Lin Yijun twinged, a reminder that they were both still alive. I see. Lin Yijun let out a sigh, resting his head on Zhou Shengs shoulder. This matter...would you believe it if I said I was reborn? Zhou Sheng turned around abruptly, his eyes searching Lin Yijuns face. What do you mean? On a battlefield, you and I were fighting, and then lightning struck. I was killed, only to wake up over a year ago Over a year ago, when Zhou Sheng had advanced? Zhou Sheng listened, becoming increasingly sombre. Lin Yijuns recounting of his first life brought forth Zhou Shengs dreamsdreams that were true memories. Combining Lin Yijuns words and Zhou Shengs dreams together, everything fell into place in Zhou Shengs mind. He remembered. You truly died. I truly died Zhou Sheng said quietly. Better that I was killed by lightning than by your hand, Lin Yijun responded. The two of them fell silent. Zhou Sheng broke the stalemate by moving towards the edge of the hot springs. We cannot understand the will of the Heavens. But we need to have a lot of sex to make up for it all. As he rose out of the pool, water ran down his naked form. Lin Yijuns lips quirked up. Yes, I agree. He didnt understand why he was given this second chance. But regardless, he cherished it deeply. Unfortunately for him, Zhou Sheng dried himself off and got dressed, forcing Lin Yijun to follow or risk being improper. By the way, are you hungry? Zhou Sheng suddenly asked. You should have a taste of one of these~ He pulled out a box. The inside was padded with straw, upon which lay a few off-white eggs. Lin Yijuns eyes narrowed, and then he gave a smug look. These arent new, Ive eaten these century eggs with porridge before. Zhou Shengs shoulders slumped as he cursed. Next time, he vowed. And next time, I need to distract you more, Lin Yijun vowed to himself. The two bumped their shoulders together as they left the hot springs. Again, the smut was more poetic than I usually do for fanfic LOL Anyway, hoped you liked that! 117. Extra: Li Fanghua (Is this meant to be a stallion novel or a dog blood BL novel? ?_?) With the new year approaching, the Gold Auction House at the Golden Sun Sect decided to hold a big auction. The event was widely advertised. A special building was constructed outside the sect, just for the purpose of allowing cultivators from across the continent to attend without having to let multiple unknown cultivators into the sect itself. A week before the event, cultivators came pouring over, many of them taking the opportunity to arrive early to meet with past friends and acquaintances. All of this had nothing to do with Wen Zhihao. It was that time of the month: the time to hand in his monthly quota of talismans. When Wen Zhihao went to the Talisman Hall, Elder Liu Ru was there. Her musing look put Wen Zhihao on alert. Good morning, Elder Liu, Wen Zhihao said cautiously. Disciple Wen...Senior Cultivator Wen, would you like to help host some external cultivators? There are some talisman cultivators that will be arriving tomorrow. Speaking plainly, I will admit that Im not a good host, Wen Zhihao said immediately. Elder Liu, I am truly not suited to be called a senior cultivator of the sect. It is Sect regulation, Elder Liu said wryly. Well, she never expected Wen Zhihao to agree. Now that you have become a Nascent Soul cultivator, your monthly quota has changed. Please make 10 copies of five different talismans from this talisman manual. Wen Zhihao accepted the jade slip. It was delicately carved, the sign of an advanced cultivation manual. Understood. And one more matter before you leave, you have created some of your own talismans, yes? ...Yes? Record them so that it can be archived with the Sects other talisman manuals. Oh, I have my notes with me. Wen Zhihao took out the stack of paper from his spatial ring, only to remember what he had titled it, An Idiots Guide to Talisman Cultivation. He coughed. Ignore the title. Elder Lius lips twitched. You are far from an idiot, Disciple Wen. Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly. Its a little joke. If this is sufficient, I can make a copy so that someone else can inscribe it into a jade slip. He had no idea how jade slips were made. Did jade-slip printers exist? Elder Liu glanced through some of the pages. She gave a nod. Good. Despite Disciple Wens casual behaviour, the notes were well kept. There are jade-slip inscribers in the Library, you can pass them a copy. ...That meant that Wen Zhihao had another thing to do this month. He sighed inwardly. Such was the life of a senior cultivator. But he dutifully replied, Yes, I will do so. In fact, since becoming a senior cultivator, Wen Zhihao had encountered a problem. Not long after the wedding, various cultivators noticed a sudden feeling of sleepiness if they happened to pass by Elder Lius mountain in the afternoon or late at night, at the exact times Wen Zhihao was sleepingand any mortals and Qi-Refining cultivators would directly fall asleep. This was easily solved though: Cheng Yahui set up a fancy array around Wen Zhihaos house to block most of the calming qi, by drawing it out of the air and condensing it into qi-storage units. Taking inspiration from Cheng Yahuis array, Wen Zhihao left out boxes of rocks in the bedroom, near his side of the bed. They naturally absorbed the surrounding qi, and once Sun Fuyu deemed them sufficiently strong, Wen Zhihao took them to the Equipment Hall for sale as calming stones. So perhaps having to make a copy of his talisman reference guide wasnt so bad, since he no longer needed to charm calming stones individually. Thinking this, Wen Zhihao brightened and decided to start the copy first, since it was easier than reading an advanced manual on talismans. Husband Sun Fuyu said hesitantly. The children had gone to sleep. It was just Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu in bed. Wen Zhihao yawned and stretched his fingerscopying his notes neatly was hard work. Mm? Some cultivators approached me today...they want you to make a beautiful calming treasure to auction. Did you tell them no? Yes. Wen Zhihao smiled sleepily. Good. Husband knows me well. Sun Fuyu let out a sigh of relief. En, I try. He pre-emptively snuggled closer to Wen Zhihao. Anyway, why were those auction people so obsessed with beauty? Wanting a beautiful calming treasure? They were clearly insulting Wen-ges calming stones! A few days before the auction, Wen Zhihao was reading the advanced talisman manual outside, overlooking the training field where Hu Jingyan and Sun Fuyu were teaching the kids and teenagers martial arts. The afternoon sun shone weakly through the clouds. Wen Zhihao! Wen Zhihao looked up. Hello? Zhou Sheng approached him, with two female cultivators following him. One of them was familiar: Hu Lingzhi, that multiple-swords cultivator who won the Nascent Soul Early-Stage bracket at the tournament. Wen Zhihao, this is Li Fanghua, the crafting cultivator who made that talisman drawing treasure. And this is Hu Lingzhi, sword cultivator. Theyre both from the Phoenix Moon Sect. Li Fanghua was the taller of the two. She wore black cultivator robes in a masculine style, printed with the golden phoenix and moon emblem. If it werent for the emblem, she wouldnt be out of place among demonic cultivators. Did Zhou Sheng become friends with Li Fanghua because they had the same dress sense? Hu Lingzhi, in contrast, wore robes with bright red with white accents. Hers was in the feminine style, paired with black boots, black shoulder armour, and black arm braces. Three swords hung diagonally across her back. Wen Zhihao smiled. Hello, Im Wen Zhihao. Li Fanghua looked at him. So youre the one who made that printer design? Wen Zhihaos snapped to Li Fanghua. ...Yes, that was the inspiration. The word printer was not in the vernacular of this xianxia world. Wen Zhihao looked at Li Fanghua. Li Fanghua looked back at him. A connection formed. The other person had transmigrated, just like them. Their original world was modern too.was it the same world? Was it slightly different? What would be the best questions to ask to determine such a thing? It was the first time Wen Zhihao and Li Fanghua felt the urge to talk to someone new like this. My house has some spare rooms, you can stay over, Wen Zhihao offered. I will ask the kitchen staff to make pizza. Li Fanghua swallowed saliva. She had been so busy with everything else that she had forgotten about pizza! Yes, that would be very good. Hu Lingzhi looked at Li Fanghua in bewilderment. Why is she looking at the male cultivator like that??? Across the training field, Sun Fuyu was also frowning. Why did he suddenly invite that female cultivator to our house like that??? Zhou Sheng, and therefore Lin Yijun, joined for their pizza dinner at the kitchens. Afterwards, the two of them left together, while Li Fanghua and Hu Lingzhi followed Wen Zhihao, Sun Fuyu, and their six young children back to their house. Wen Zhihao let the two Phoenix Moon cultivators settle into one of the spare rooms, while the children were put to bed. Then, the four of them headed down to the ground floor living room. Sun Fuyu knows everything, Wen Zhihao said plainly. Li Fanghua nodded. Hu Lingzhi as well. Sun Fuyu and Hu Lingzhi gave each other suspicious looks. Hu Lingzhi cracked first. She crossed her arms. What are you talking about? Stop speaking in circles! Li Fanghua glanced at Wen Zhihao. Seeing his slight nod, she replied, He also came from another world. Sun Fuyus and Hu Lingzhis eyes both widened. Please explain, Senior Li, Sun Fuyu said politely. He preemptively wrapped an arm around his husband, just in case. Wen Zhihao absently patted Sun Fuyus arm. Li Fanghua glanced at their stickiness. It was relaxing not to have to worry about their relationship. So Li Fanghua began, It started like this Unlike Wen Zhihao, Li Fanghua knew partly what caused her to transmigrate, and had guessed the rest. The Phoenix Moon sect was a predominantly female cultivator sect. Two of the cultivators, Li Fangmei and Yu Xiaomei, were embroiled in a love triangle with a male harem-wanting protagonist. Yu Xiaomei hated Li Fangmei, and so she suppressed Li Fangmeis spirit with poison and used a ritual to call a ghost over. Thinking that she had succeeded in calling a vicious ghost into Li Fangmeis body, Yu Xiaomei smugly left with the male cultivator and his growing harem of beauties. But rather than a vicious ghost, Li Fanghua had possessed the body instead, Li Fanghua had died on Halloween due to being hit by a truck. Since transmigration was possible, perhaps it meant that other magical stories had a sliver of truth: namely, that the boundaries between worlds were slim on Halloween. Li Fanghua didnt have the memories of the original bodys owner, since the original spirit was still there. But that was no problem: she simply changed her clothing to match her personal style and pretended to be Li Fangmeis sister. No one realised the truthafter all, it was natural that sisters would look alike, and Li Fanghuas temperament was different from Li Fangmei. Everyone believed that Li Fangmei was in secluded cultivationthis was the excuse that Yu Xiaomei had used to capture Li Fangmei without suspicion. Li Fanghua threw herself into this new opportunity to craft qi and technology together. She made hoverboards and spatial storage devices and shields to block unwanted cultivators Along the way, she met sword enthusiast and cutie Hu Lingzhi, and so she tried her hand at making magical weapons too, like a giant cleaver sword, since Hu Lingzhi didnt have one of those yet. After learning about the male harem protagonist from others, Li Fanghua sighed in relief, glad to have escaped being embroiled in such a stallion novelshe was gay, and since these male protagonists had a certain reputation, she might have to kill him, and that was messy AF. It was all going well, until one day, she overheard two male cultivators arguing. It was then that Li Fanghua realised...werent they embroiled in a BL dog blood drama? Wont this lead to a big war? Wasnt she supposed to be in a stallion novel with an asshole male protagonist? When did it become a BL novel? Dog blood BL novels might be fun to read, but they were not fun to live through. So Li Fanghua gritted her teeth and helped them solve their problems. And then it all went well with her crafting and Hu Lingzhi collected yet more swords... Only for Li Fanghua to encounter yet another dog blood BL couple. Then another, and another... One day, on her way to attend a locally organised crafting competition, she encountered the male protagonist again with his enlarged harem. Somehow, the stallion novel universe had merged with multiple BL novel universes. With the male protagonists advances, Li Fanghua suddenly missed all the dog blood BL. It was a big headache for Li Fanghua. After kicking the male protagonists butt, Li Fanghua developed a stabilised body-duplication method, and transferred her spirit into the new body, thus allowing Li Fangmei to reclaim her original body. (Li Fangmeis parents were extremely confused when they found out about this new twin.) Look, my twin sister is the one who liked your stinky ass! Li Fanghua shook Li Fangmei in front of the male protagonist. The male protagonists eyes flashed. I dont have twins in my harem yetarrgg! The male protagonist was sent flying with the flat side of Hu Lingzhis giant sword. Male stallion protagonist dealt with, Li Fanghua returned to her life of crafting, spending time with Hu Lingzhi, and dealing with tragic male BL protagonists. She had met Zhou Sheng when she was meditating yet another dog blood romance between a demonic-turned-rogue cultivator and a righteous cultivator. Li Fanghua didnt have weird hang-ups about demonic cultivators, and Zhou Sheng didnt seem to be embroiled in a dog blood BL drama By the way, the male stallion protagonists name is Lu Xiu but ehhh hes not really that important, hes just cannon fodder in Li Fanghuas POV r( ? ? ? )q Also, if you head to the CG discord server or Daily Eggplant server, you might see some sleepy art of Wen Zhihao drawn by val~ (also, twitter link to the artwork! ) 118. Extra: In which Li Fanghua’s life is normal compared to Wen Zhihao’s afflinghaze Wen Zhihao stroked his chin sheepishly after hearing how Li Fanghua had met Zhou Sheng. You could say that Zhou Sheng indeed has some troubles with his own righteous cultivator, Wen Zhihao admitted. He even needed my help, Sun Fuyu added. There was almost a big war between the demonic and righteous sects, but they kissed instead, and Wen Zhihao suggested the tournament instead, so that everyone can battle without war! Is that so... Li Fanghua closed her eyes briefly, rubbed her forehead, and exhaled heavily. Now she understood the origin of the tournament suddenly appeared, its news even spreading all the way to the Phoenix Moon Sect. In a sense, Wen Zhihao was her counterpart on this side of the continent. My luck is truly bad. Hey, dont say that, Hu Lingzhi pouted. Li Fanghua opened her eyes again. Oh, I must have used up all my luck to meet you. Hu Lingzhis pout immediately turned into a beaming smile. Mm, she agreed. Sun Fuyu snuggled up under Wen-ges arm. There is no dog blood between me and Wen-ge! he boasted. Same here, Hu Lingzhi replied. Ah, I forgot to say, you won the Golden Core Late-Stage bracket in the tournament, yes? Why dont we spar tomorrow? Sun Fuyu nodded. Yes. Ill only use five swords, Hu Lingzhi decided. Sun Fuyu frowned. Only five? Im now at Peak-Stage! Youre only at peak stage, I cant bully junior cultivators! Wen Zihao rubbed Sun Fuyus head, while Li Fanghua rubbed Hu Lingzhis head, appeasing their loved one. As Wen Zhihao was doing so, he couldnt help but yawn. Sun Fuyu immediately took Wen-ges hand off his head. Senior Hu, lets discuss the match clearly tomorrow. Its time for bed. Li Fanghua raised her eyebrows. Already? There is still much of the night left. Nascent Soul cultivators like them needed only a little sleep. Wen Zhihao yawned again. Sorry, I am a poor host. Lets talk again tomorrow. Li Fanghua was sympathetic. Clearly having children could tire even a Nascent Soul cultivator out. And so, while their hosts slept, Li Fanghua crafted and Hu Lingzhi cared for her many, many swords. The next day, while Sun Fuyu and Hu Lingzhi sparred, Wen Zhihao and Li Fanghua sat on the sidelines, talking about their past lives. In the modern worldand as far as they knew, it was the same worldLi Fanghua had been an engineer and Wen Zhihao had been a programmer. While one worked in a lab while the other at a desk, they both had a similarity: overwork They also had a second similarity: they died in a vehicular collision. After reminiscing about various pop culture events, food, and the internet, the two of them moved onto their lives since transmigrating. Wen Zhihao skimmed over his recent life, occasionally looking over at Sun Fuyu and Hu Lingzhi fighting. It has truly been a relaxed life, most of the time, he said with a peaceful smile. The cats and calming stones have been helpful. Ive been content with my life too, Li Fanghua realised. Even though dealing with emotionally stunted cultivators was annoying, it also provided contrast to the rest of her life. She couldnt imagine sleeping as much as Wen Zhihao did. They were two different people, suited to two different lifestyles. Say, there is something I want to ask you, about the things that youve made. Li Fanghua took out her qi-powered phone-device. She used it to communicate with Hu Lingzhi and store jade-slips-worth of information and notes. Did you want one of these? I dont need this in particular, Wen Zhihao said frankly. He stored notes in his spatial ring and had those new communication tokens with Sun Fuyu already. After living in this world for so long, he no longer had a phone addiction. He fiddled with his sleeve sheepishly. I seem to have a problem with detecting my cultivation level. I was wondering if you could create a cultivation-level detection device. That kind of standardised testing would be quite useful in other contexts too, Li Fanghua mused. Let me think about it. Wen Zhihao nodded. Let me pay you for your time. I have spiritual stones. I also have calming stones and talismans. After seeing Wen Zhihao take out some rocks and messy scribbles, which he called calming stones and talismans, Li Fanghua suddenly understood those weird objects Zhou Sheng had given her when handing over that printer design all those months ago. Lets negotiate the cost in spiritual stones later, Li Fanghua quickly said. She had no need for rocks and scribbles. Though perhaps a few calming stones could be included. Anything that could help her with future encounters with dog blood romances was worth trying out. Of course, Wen Zhihao agreed. If you dont like these stones, you can also bring any object and Ill make it into a calming treasure. As many as you like. Yes, Ill do that. Over on the training field, the sparring match between Hu Lingzhi and Sun Fuyu had ended. Hu Lingzhi slapped Sun Fuyu on the back. Due to her shorter height, her hand only reached the middle of Sun Fuyus back. Her force was enough to throw him off balance. Not bad, Sun-shidi! she said warmly. Say, you should try using a second sword. The more swords, the better! I do not have your kind of sword cultivation, Sun Fuyu said politely. However, my familys Ruan Lanxi will be interested. Would you mind teaching her a little after she returns home from school? Of course! With that sorted, the two of them walked back over to Wen Zhihao and Li Fanghua. What are you doing? Hu Lingzhi asked curiously. Nothing in particular, Li Fanghua said. Wen Zhihao brightened. You havent seen the cats yet, have you? Well go over there now, theyre very cute. Li Fanghua, an old netizen just like Wen Zhihao, perked up. Images of cute cats and fluffy kittens filled her mind. Where? Not long after, Li Fanghua stared at the large cats (tigers, lions, leopards) and large cats (house cats ten times larger than usual) pouncing around, relaxing on their backs, sleeping on their stomachs. And not to mention the cultivators with big cats on their lap, petting them like there was no tomorrow and speaking quietly to them. The cats answered with purrs and meows as though they were supportive therapists Wen Zhihao picked up a big cat that was twice his size. Arent you so cute? Look at your little toe beans! The big tiger purred, letting Wen Zhihao play with his paw. Li Fanghua: ... Cough, she was quite happy with her own life that made sense, thank you! After those few days, the auction event opened. Wen Zhihao went with Sun Fuyu out of curiousity. The auction house was a large, richly decorated building. In the main hall, there was a raised stage at the front, followed by upwards sloping seating. Private expensive seating boxes scaled up the sides looking down on everything. Throughout the seating area, arrays dampened sound, so despite the packed house of colourfully dressed cultivators, the noise wasnt overwhelming. As time drew near, the curtain in front of the stage drew back. Conversations died as the two hosts stepped onto a stage, a beautiful male cultivator and a beautiful female cultivator. After an introduction, another cultivator appeared carrying a tray, which they placed on the central table. Upon this tray were a number of items: the auction began. Wen Zhihao watched and listened, but beyond the oh, that must be a special plant, and a precious material?, and definitely a weapon!, he didnt truly recognise anything. He was completely dumbfounded whenever the surrounding cultivators roared when some especially famous object was taken out. And the prices. Only a few objects had a starting price counted in medium-grade spiritual stones. The rest all began with high-grade spiritual stones. When magical treasures made by famous long-past cultivators or owned by famous long-past cultivators appeared, the bidding became extremely fervent. It would climb by hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones at a time. Wen Zhihao had felt like a local tyrant from his calming stone earnings, but he was naught but an ordinary person in contrast to the insanely wealthy cultivators participating in the auctions. Wen Zhihao hadnt planned to bid for anything himselfthere was nothing he needed (aside from a device to tell him his own cultivation level). However, he had to abandon his secret plan to bid for something for Sun Fuyu. Wait, thats right! Wen Zhihao should diligently study the advanced talisman manual in order to make better talismans for Sun Fuyu. Now that he had this motivation, he could finally start on reading the talisman manual properly. Wen Zhihao rested his head on Sun Fuyus shoulder and watched the rest of the spectacle in a relaxed manner. Sun Fuyu absently tilted his head, resting it on top of Wen-ges. The ancient and powerful items in front of him could not sway his heart nearly as much as Wen Zhihao did. Li Fanghua and Hu Lingzhi had a more fruitful auction experience. At the end of it, Li Fanghua received thousands of high-grade spiritual stones after some of her crafts were auctioned off. Those thousands of high-grade spiritual stones were subsequently taken away when she successfully bid for another sword for Hu Lingzhis collection. At the end of the auction, Li Fanghua and Hu Lingzhi continued to stay with Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu for a little longer. During this time, Li Fanghua purchased a pile of medium-grade jewellery, which Wen Zhihao infused with calming qi by hand, to show his sincerity. Li Fanghua also created a prototype device to help Wen Zhihao detect his own cultivation level. It worked like an instant read thermometer: by holding the rectangular craft, small coloured dots would light up corresponding to approximate cultivation level. After clearly seeing that he was still a Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Wen Zhihao gladly paid with a few hundred high-grade spiritual stones. Never again would he be surprised at his own cultivation level! Li Fanghua planned to have it interface with her qi phone, or perhaps for it to display in a holographic panel. But that was work for later, to be done in her complete workshop back at the Phoenix Moon sect. Although the days at the Golden Sun Sect were peaceful, and their sleep was especially invigorating, Li Fanghua and Hu Lingzhi did not stay for long. Hu Lingzhi itched for adventure and whacking other cultivators with her swords, and Li Fanghua liked to follow and travel, gaining inspiration for her own crafting. And so, a week or so after the auction, Wen Zhihao, Sun Fuyu and the children farewelled the two cultivators and watched as Li Fanghua and Hu Lingzhi flew away on their flying skateboard and flying sword respectively. Cultivator lives were long: they would meet again in the future many times. And thats the end of the mini arc with Li Fanghua (?) Also!!! Check this out for cute fanart of Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu, drawn by tiaf! Tip: if you scroll down to section 5, you can see a bigger version (R? ) 119. Extra: Honeymoon interrupted by two light bulbs After Wen Zhihao idly told Sun Fuyu about the tradition of honeymoons back in his old world, Sun Fuyu immediately wanted to go on one. Mama Liu Jing generously offered to take care of her grandchildren. With that, Sun Fuyu hugged his husband and whisked him out of the sect. They strolled down memory lane. They toured old spots in the forest and walked down familiar town streets. The air was cold, and at night the dew would frost over. But the atmosphere between them was warm and filled with love. On the last afternoon of their planned honeymoon, the two of them came to a cliff top overlooking the forest. Snow had fallen, blanketing the tree-tops in white. A fire crackled merrilymostly decoration as it was the heating talismans that actually kept them warm. Wen Zhihao was resting his head on Sun Fuyus lap, his eyes closed as he slept. Sun Fuyu stroked his husbands hair, his gaze wandering between him and the surrounding scenery. For a long, long time, he had been alone in all the ways that mattered. His parents and siblings shunned him on the unreliable words of a fortune-teller. The junior cultivators shunned him for coming from outside the sect. But as he was bullied by Wu Qingqing and her group, Wen Zhihao swept in and pulled him out of that cold pit. Sun Fuyu neatened up some of Wen-ges hair on his lap. He still remembered the meat bun Wen-ge had given him, over a year ago His heart swelled, so full of gratitude and love for the man who trusted him so much, to peacefully sleep like this. Sun Fuyu himself was sleepy in the embrace of Wen Zhihaos aura, but he meant his promise at the wedding. He stubbornly stayed awake and kept watch. It was a good thing he did, because two certain cultivators suddenly appeared, flying up the cliff-face. Sun Fuyus face immediately darkened. Hed like to kick them down the cliff. Maybe then they could encounter enlightenment at the bottom. Sun Fuyu, fancy seeing you here! Zhou Sheng greeted. Lin Yijun grabbed Zhou Shengs arm. Dont you see that Disciple Wen is sleeping? he hissed. Im awake now, Wen Zhihao yawned, cracking his eyes open slightly. He pushed himself to a sitting position, leaning against Sun Fuyu for support. Senior Lin, Senior Zhou, are you cold? No, we are Nascent Soul cultivators Lin Yijun started. Can we sit? Zhou Sheng interrupted. Sun Fuyu took a breath, and then released it. He smiled sweetly at Zhou Sheng. Senior Zhou, you miss my familys Wen Zhihao so much ah? Sit down, lets share a meal. Zhou Shengs gaze snapped to Sun Fuyu. This little junior! he grumbled inwardly. Wen Zhihao chuckled. A little snack and some warm sweet tea? It was true that as a Nascent Soul (!!) cultivator, Wen Zhihao wasnt cold. But he felt cold looking at the cold scenery, and any excuse for something sweet and warm was a good excuse. Zhou Sheng looked away from Sun Fuyus sweet and slightly pitying smile. He laid out a blanket next to them by the fire and sat down. Lin Yijun sat down next to him. And so, the date turned into a double date. Wen Zhihao brewed some tea while Sun Fuyu shared some small cakes they had bought at a mortal town. After they nibbled at their cakes, Wen Zhihao showed them the device that Li Fanghua had made for him. Lin Yijun studied it. Interesting. If you want one, Ill ask Li Fanghua, Zhou Sheng said, a little smugly. After all, he was the one who knew her first. Oh, by the way, I dont need the calming stone any more, he remembered. After Lin Yijun admitted everything, Zhou Shengs dreams consolidated as memories and his headaches disappeared. Wen Zhihao shrugged. Keep it anyway, youve already paid. Zhou Shengs eyes narrowed. Now that he was thinking about it, Wen Zhihao was a very suspicious person. Certainly, there hadnt been a tournament in his past life ...Wen Zhihao, who are you? Wen Zhihao gave a perfectly innocent look. Im Wen Zhihao. Lin Yijun snorted. Zhou Sheng narrowed his eyes at Lin Yijun. No, dont act like that, Lin-shixiong. Lin Yijun smiled wryly. Disciple Wen, it looks like I need to offer you an apology. I had once questioned you, thinking that you and Zhou Sheng had been conspiring together. Oh. Wen Zhihao smiled sheepishly when he remembered. In fact, back then I hadnt known that Zhou Sheng was a demonic cultivator, so I wasnt lying on purpose Lin Yijun: But Wen-ge wasnt conspiring, Sun Fuyu said pointedly. He wasnt, Zhou Sheng agreed. Lin Yijun exhaled slightly. Indeed. Please accept these in compensation. He held out two clear blue tokens. These will give you admission to the Clear Heart Hot Springs. Disciple Wen, I assume you know where they are. Then Ill accept and not waste time on rejecting, Wen Zhihao cleared his throat. And no, I dont know where they are. I had always stumbled across them accidentally. I didnt even know that it existed the first time Lin Yijun: ......................... Nevermind, the tokens themselves will lead you to your destination, Lin Yijun forced himself to say. Speaking of gifts, come on, Sun Fuyu, take this! Zhou Sheng pulled out a yellow book. Lin Yijun glared at him. Dont give me that look, Zhou Sheng protested. Theyre Dao Companions and married, very appropriate! If Senior Zhou is being nice, then let me accept, Sun Fuyu said sweetly. If anything goes wrong, I know the perpetrator. Sun Fuyu didnt look at it, instead immediately putting the yellow book into his spatial ring. Now its getting dark, so let me and Wen-ge leave now, he said promptly. For Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu, it was time to return home and sleep in their bed. Zhou Sheng pasted on a smile to counter Sun Fuyus sweet smile. Thats right, Sun-shidi still needs to sleep well and grow up big, okay? Dont worry, Zhou-shixiong, one day I will reach your cultivation level. It is the greatest honour for the student to surpass the teacher. Wen Zhihaos eyes curved in amusement. Dont tease Senior Zhou like that, he admonished warmly. He helped Sun Fuyu clear up the fire and pack up their blankets. Zhou Shengs brows twitched at the big words from little Sun Fuyu. Then I will surpass Lin Yijun, who is my shixiong. Lin Yijun, who was packing away the things on their side: ....................................... He had come with Zhou Sheng to have a nice time, yet why did he keep getting attacked like this? Lighting a candle for Lin Yijun, who now has to deal with Zhou Shengs antics u__u [at least now he has an R18 way to deal with Zhou Sheng (?) ] Also, yellow book feature in the next chapter by very popular demand haha 120. Extra [NSFW]: *That* kind of Dual Cultivation Smut spoilers: Contains Top Wen Zhihao, Bottom Sun Fuyu Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu passed through a barrier and arrived at the Clear Heart Hot Springs, as directed by the clear blue tokens in their hands. Unlike the patchy snow and frost in the forest, the greenery around the hot springs was lush and green and the air was warm. The two landed and dismounted from their swords. So this is where it is, Wen Zhihao said. It looks very beautiful, doesnt it? Sun Fuyu hummed in agreement. He approached the water with an investigative expression on his face. He had heard of the Clear Heart Hot Springs, but he was dubious as to whether it was better than simply being near Wen-ge. Sun Fuyu knelt at the edge of the springs, while Wen Zhihao stood a little behind him. The hot springs shimmered, steaming invitingly. Wen Zhihao suddenly recalled his suspicion about these particular hot springs. Xiao Yu, can natural geological features become sentient? Sun Fuyu stood up to answer. En, sometimes. Ordinary animals can cultivate sentience, and it is not unheard of for unique and rare plants to also cultivate. His brows tightened in thought. There are also old stories that the Earth, the Ocean, and some very old magical Forests have their own patron spirit-god. This hot spring is very magical. Sun Fuyu agreed. He could sense the mind-influencing qi in the steam and water vapour rising from the surface of the hot springs. Then it may well be sentient...The inviting steamaiya, was this hot springs voyeuristic? Wen Zhihao reached out and took Sun Fuyus hand. Lets not bathe here. Sun Fuyu nodded. He was thinking about Zhou Sheng potentially, purposefully, interrupting them. If Zhou Sheng tried to be a lightbulb when theyre bathing! Dont blame Sun Fuyu for striking him with his sword! It was better for him and for his Wen-ge to bathe in their own house, where they could lock the door. The water surface flattened, the shimmering waters turning into slow, depressed waves. The water vapour became more opaque, as though hiding itself. Wen Zhihao: ... Was it sulking? Wen Zhihao sighed in his heart. But we can soak our legs, we did fly a while to get here. The water vapour became clearer again, though the surface waves were still slow. Wen Zhihao took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and sat down at the edge of the water. After very tentatively dipping, he submerged his feet, halfway up his calves. Wen Zhihao rolled his shoulders and leaned back. The hot water is very relaxing. Sun Fuyu copied his actions, sitting thigh-to-thigh to Wen Zhihao. The hot water soothed away aches he hadnt realised he had. The hot springs reluctantly shimmered. Using it as a foot bath was better than nothing. It just wanted to be useful! Sun Fuyu kicked his legs back and forth, creating little waves. Wen-ge, lets look at that book Zhou Sheng gave. Sun Fuyu had suspicions. Although Zhou Sheng was dependable on important things, he wasnt trustable on non-important things! Wen Zhihao agreed casually, so Sun Fuyu took the book out from his spatial ring and rested the book on their thighs. The front was nondescript, made of a hard yellow board. The very first page, though Sun Fuyus eyes widened at the graphic depiction of two bodies engaged in a bedroom act. A vulgar poem accompanied it. Sun Fuyu quickly turned to the next page, but it only became more graphic. One each page, there was a rendition of a different act, sometimes it was the same characters, sometimes it was different characters. Scattered tips for sexual dual cultivation appeared in empty spaces next to the drawings. !!! Heat bloomed across Sun Fuyus face. He should have looked at this by himself instead of with Wen-ge! Wen Zhihao coughed in embarrassment. Nothing to be embarrassed about, he said in a fairly even voice. Sun Fuyu stared at the thing going into the figure. Yes, yes, its not like these things are unusual at all. Realising that he was staring, he slammed the book shut and threw it into a dark corner in his spatial storage. Wen Zhihao subtly squeezed his legs together. We can...explore it further later. Mmm Sun Fuyu doggedly avoided looking at Wen-ge. His face felt hotter than the hot springs. After a long silence, Wen Zhihao cleared his throat. Since were here, lets examine those flowers. Can Xiao Yu recognise them? Sun Fuyu straightened, following Wen-ges gaze, glad for the distraction. Mmm, he mused. Yes, it looks familiar Outside, the sky was dark. In the house, the children were asleep. The master bedroom door was locked and sound-proofing talismans activated. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu had stripped down to the inner layers, the heating talismans keeping the room at a pleasant temperature. Wen Zhihao took out more pillows, making a big slope for him to rest, inclined, upon. He patted the bed next to him. Sun Fuyu lowered his eyes. Instead of sitting next to him, he nudged Wen-ges legs apart and nestled himself between them, resting his back on Wen-ges chest. Looking at the book now? Sun Fuyu mumbled. Wen Zhihao was glad that Sun Fuyu couldnt see his face. En. Sun Fuyu took the book out and held it up in a way that Wen-ge could see too. Tonight, Sun Fuyu wanted to try something new. He wanted to do something they had never done before. As he flipped through it page by page, Sun Fuyu studied them all carefully, wondering if the actions felt as good as the characters looked. Would he like it? Would Wen-ge like it? Sun Fuyus groin throbbed. He pressed his thighs together, but the thin trousers tented with his growing erection. As Sun Fuyu shifted, trying to hide his growing arousal, his bottom brushed against Wen Zhihaos groin. Wen Zhihao sucked in a sharp breath. Dont mind me, Xiao Yu Sun Fuyus eyes widened. Wen-ges penis was pressing into his lower back. Sun Fuyu glanced at the yellow book. There were so many pages to go, and more possibilities made it even harder for Sun Fuyu to choose. So Sun Fuyu promptly discarded the yellow book and turned around and sat on Wen-ges lap. He pulled down Wen-ges trousers and revealed the now-familiar penis, hardening under his gaze. His mouth flooded with saliva. He pulled Wen-ges trousers off completely. He licked his lips, and then lowered his head, taking the penis into his mouth. The heavy weight was familiar as he alternated between sucking and licking. His hands kept busy, stroking the base and playing with his husbands testicles. Wen Zhihao gasped, a slight flush on his face. Ah, Xiao Yu! His hips couldnt help but make shallow thrusts into Sun Fuyus hot, slick mouth. One hand gripped the bed, while his other hand rested on Sun Fuyus head. A litany of words dropped from his mouth as he caressed Sun Fuyus hair. Xiao Yu, it feels so good, youre so good, you''re so enthusiastic today Moans interspersed his words when Sun Fuyu sucked just right, stroked just perfectly. Pleasure spread through Sun Fuyus chest at the praise, adding an extra edge and heightening his own arousal. He bobbed his head up and down. The dick hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed. Uggghhh, Wen Zhihao moaned as his climax approached. His vision narrowed in until he could only see Sun Fuyu. Xiao Yu, Im going to come With a pop, Sun Fuyu lifted his head. Wen Zhihaos chest heaved as he caught his breath. His entire body yearned, his cock shiny with saliva and hard. It took a few moments to gather his scattered mind back. I want to do something different today, Sun Fuyu said shyly. Can husband hold this? Wen Zhihao stared when Sun Fuyu took out a nondescript small jar from his spatial ring. Sun Fuyu took off the lid and placed both items on Wen Zhihaos hands. Sun Fuyu then dipped some fingers inside. It came out with a clear gel. Lubricant. He then reached behind himself and pressed against that secret hole. A low groan fell from his lips as the first finger pushed inside. Wen Zhihaos mouth went dry as his heart rate picked up. He could imagine Xiao Yus finger moving in and out, opening up his chrysanthemum, the lube making the hot insides slick and ready. Sun Fuyu controlled his breathing and pushed in a second finger. Under purposeful relaxation of his body, that channel opened up. His dick throbbed, painfully hard. He wanted this so much, had wanted it for what felt like a while now. Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu looks good, Wen Zhihao murmured. His gaze wandered up and down Sun Fuyus body, soaking in the smooth skin, flexing with wiry muscle. A flush bloomed on Sun Fuyus cheeks, both from the effort and from the embarrassment. He pulled the fingers out and used the rest of the lube on his fingers and hand to slick Wen-ges penis. Wen Zhihaos body went tight with restraint. Xiao Yu, do you want me to? Sun Fuyu shook his head. Let me do this. Lie back and watch me? Wen Zhihao had to incline back obediently. Listen to you. Sun Fuyu smiled distractedly. He shuffled up, knees resting on either side of Wen Zhihaos hips. He grasped Wen-ges dick and aligned it just so. The spongy tip pressed against his entrance. Sun Fuyu could stop right now, and he knew Wen-ge wouldnt mind. He didnt need to take this step. But there was a burning need inside of him. He wanted to make Wen-ge his in this way too. Sun Fuyu lowered himself. The cock head parted his flesh, stretching him out wider than his fingers. Any minor pain quickly dissipated as his qi and Wen Zhihaos qi flowed to where their bodies met. Sun Fuyu sank down. Slowly, slowly, the thick shaft impaled Sun Fuyu, until finally, Sun Fuyu was fully seated. Hhhh Sun Fuyu gasped. He rested his hands on Wen Zhihaos shoulders, hardly able to believe that he had done it. All the qi concentrated down there served to make every single sensation a hundred times larger. The channel was burning hot around Wen Zhihaos dick. So this is what it feels like. Wen Zhihaos eyes shone softly at his husband. He rubbed Sun Fuyus thighs in a comforting manner. Is it too much? Do you want to try the other way instead? Sun Fuyu sucked in a breath and shook his head. Wen-ge can rest, I can do this! His muscles tightened as he raised himself up. His channel gripped on tightly, as though not wanting to let go of the heavy shaft inside of it. Then, he pushed down again, the penis splitting his insides apart again. Sparks exploded when the angle became just right, the thick cock sliding against his prostate. Sun Fuyu squeezed his eyes shut, moaning. Good. It felt good. He wanted more. Sun Fuyu was a quick learner. Very soon, his movements became smooth and fast. The sounds of his heavy breaths, the slap of skin on skin, his cock against Wen-ges stomach, the slick sound of the big penis pushing in, pulling out, filled the room. Sensations flowed like increasingly strong waves, emanating from Wen-ges cock inside of him. Wen Zhihaos eyes fell half-mast, his hands constantly rubbing Sun Fuyus smooth, strong thighs. The feeling of being inside Sun Fuyu, being surrounded by Sun Fuyus qi, was overwhelming in the best way. Pleasure built up each time Sun Fuyu took him in as deep as he could; love built each time Sun Fuyus hole tugged at him as he rose. Xiao Yu, you are so good, really good, he murmured, so full of feeling for the lovely man sitting on his dick. You feel so good, I want to stay inside you forever. Sun Fuyus eyes grew shiny, his brows pinching together slightly. Wen-ge, Wen-ge. There was helplessness, emotion, need, all mixed in with light-headedness from the overflowing sensations. He wanted to take Wen-ge as deep as he could. His mind felt like it was fragmenting each time Wen-ges cock pressed against the centre of pleasure inside of him. Not just the physical penis, but also Wen-ges aura was pressing inside of him, filling him up so much that it felt like it was climbing up his stomach, up to his throat, until his inner body was claimed by his husband. He cried out when Wen-ges hand suddenly wrapped around his dick. Does that feel good? Are you also feeling good? Wen Zhihao murmured. Sun Fuyu squeezed his wet eyes shut and nodded. En, feels goodahugh I love you, Xiao Yu. I love you the most, Ill love you the longest Between the warm hand stroking his penis and the thick hard penis dominating his hole and the qi owning him from the inside out, it was too much. Sun Fuyu cried as come erupted from his dick and sizzling euphoria and pleasure overtook his entire body. He quivered, rhythm disrupted. His full weight sank onto the cock inside of him. Ughh, Xiao Yu! Wen Zhihaos orgasm was pulled from him in the vice-like grip. His cock pumped hot come, filling Sun Fuyus inner crevices, painting it with an overlay of white. His qi flooded Sun Fuyu, penetrating into his cells, into his meridians, and completed the dual cultivation. Heavy panting breaths filled the room. Sun Fuyu slumped down on Wen Zhihao. In the movement, Wen Zhihaos cock slipped out of his now loose hole, followed by some strings of lube and semen. He kept his eyes closed, obediently turning his head when Wen Zhihao planted soft kisses all over his face. I love you so much. Words murmured against Sun Fuyus cheek. Sun Fuyu nuzzled his head against Wen Zhihao. I love Wen-ge the most too. He shivered when Wen Zhihao suddenly pressed a finger into his hole. It fingered and teased around, scoping up the come and pushing it back in a playful manner. Sun Fuyus heart throbbed. He wanted Wen-ge to display more of this kind of possessiveness. Wen-ge, Wen-ge, push it all back in, dont let any out Wen Zhihaos dick immediately went half-hard again. You want it all inside? En, as much as Wen-ge can give me, I want it all, and no one else can have enough, okay? Big wet eyes pleaded. Of course. Wen Zhihao pressed a firm kiss on Sun Fuyus forehead. The night was long. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW??? ARE YOU??? ( ? ?? ?) If you want to read other smut that I''ve written, head over to my AO3 (and also check out the BL Palace Kinktober collection) ( ? ?? ?) ( ? ?? ?) 121. Extra: Encountering people from Sun Fuyu’s past (plus bonus baby!) afflinghaze With the New Year fast approaching, Sun Fuyu limited his daily training in favour of running errands to help Wen-ge. On this particular day, Sun Fuyu went and purchased some items from the Equipment Hall. As he headed out, an inner sect cultivator was heading in. Wu Qinqing, the inner sect cultivator, froze in fear when she saw Sun Fuyu. Less than two years ago, Sun Fuyu was worse than her. He was a soft persimmon she could take spiritual stones and magical items from. But now, who in the sect didnt know that Sun Fuyu had won one of the brackets at the big tournament? Sun Fuyu was levels above her. He could squish her as easily as she could suppress a mortal. Sun Fuyu glanced at Wu Qingqing. For a moment, his eyes darkened. But thinking about her was a waste of his time. With a curt nod, Sun Fuyu made to move past her. Wait! Sun Fuyu paused and turned to face Wu Qingqing. Yes? The pastI apologise extremely deeply, Ill repay everything that I took from you Sun Fuyus cool expression didnt change. No need. Then, Ill double, no, triple the repayment! Wu Qingqing wasnt stupid. How could she leave this hanging between them, a thing that could lead to Sun Fuyu suppressing her in turn in the future? Impatience crept into Sun Fuyus tone, I truly dont care about you anymore. I have more important things to do. But is there anything you want? The concept of being forever in debt to Sun Fuyu did not sit well with Wu Qingqing. Donate to some poor outer sect cultivators then. Goodbye. Without any politeness, Sun Fuyu stepped on his sword and flew away. Left down on the ground, Wu Qingqings lips tightened. Donate? To poor outer-sect cultivators? But she had to grit her teeth and follow his instructions out. Sun Fuyu couldn''t care less about Wu Qingqings conflict. With the magical items bought, it was time for him to go and buy mortal items for the New Year. He headed back home first (Home!). By this time, Wen Zhihao had wrangled all the young children into going-out mortal clothing, hats and scarves. Everyone piled into the flying cart, excited for a trip to one of the mortal towns with the largest pre-new-year markets. And who could blame the children? This was the first, best Spring Festival they would have with their new family. It didnt take long for the flying cart to reach the edge of the mortal town. Is that the market were going to? Xu Yifan asked, peering down at the streets below. She inhaled in the delicious food scents from the market and licked her lips. A little foodie at heart, she asked, Uncle, Little Uncle, can we have a snack before shopping? That is a very good idea, Fanfan, Wen Zhihao said with his own deep inhale. He was able to separate each scent and had a vague idea of where each came from. He directed the cart to land in an open area a few minutes away from the busy market. Sun Fuyu helped lift each child out of the cart; Ruan Lanxi, impatient, simply jumped down. While Sun Fuyu put away the cart, Wen Zhihao leaned down and neatened everyones clothes. Do you all have your money pouch? Remember to keep it close, okay? Six little buns nodded. Alright! Wen Zhihao straightened, picking up Xiao Bai at the same time. In this kind of crowd, it was best to keep Xiao Bai close to him. Lets go that way, I smelled something good coming from there! Go go go! Xu Yifan said brightly. Wen Zhihao led the way, while Sun Fuyu walked at the back. Two golden-robed cultivators with six young children unavoidably attracted attention. Shit! What are the cultivators doing here? Taking whose rich children? Oh, you must be new. Thats Master Cultivator Wen and Master Cultivator Sun, they come here frequently. Are they policing mortal towns now? Then those children Hahahaha, youre dumb, I like that in a man. ...Big sister, please tell me Sun Fuyus ears were pricked, alert. Such conversations were dismissed as harmless. After carefully looking around, Xu Yifan bravely and confidently ordered fragrant grilled meat and tofu on a stick by herself, paying with some copper coins from her money pouch. The other children followed her example. Ah, Master Cultivator, your children are very good! the proprietress said. She gave the children a warm smile. Thank you, Ah-Yi said brightly, making the proprietor laugh. Have a good day, Aunty! Wen Zhihao herded the children to a place where they could stand and eat without being jostled. He had gotten one meat-on-a-stick himself. He beckoned Sun Fuyu over. Come, share this with me. Sun Fuyu was always so stern and serious looking when they went outside like this. Wen Zhihao just wanted him to relax for a bit. Wen Zhihao bit off a piece first and then held it out to Sun Fuyu. If you have some, it counts as an indirect kiss. Sun Fuyu blushed. Wen-ge, he grumbled. Nonetheless, he reached over and tugged a piece of meat off. ...That person looks a lot like Fuyu Sun Fuyus head turned sharply. Across the street, a man and woman were walking by with two teenagers at their heels. It was the woman who had just spoken: his mother. Shit! Thats him, hurry, get away from him! Father Sun shoved his wife and two children away from Sun Fuyu. Mother Sun gasped. Fuyu is still alive? That fortuneteller lied? He looks well, she added, jealous. She gritted her teeth, thinking of all the suffering she had gone through, all the rumours that the others had spoken about them and their family. Hes violent, Father Sun hissed, not realising that Sun Fuyu could hear him perfectly. Those cultivators, who knows what kind of demons and spirits they contracted to extend Fuyus lifespan! Dammit, we shouldnt have come here! No, this market has the best new year clothes! Mother Sun countered. Mama, I want handsome new clothes, or else how are you going to find me a wife? the oldest teenage boy whined. Sun Fuyu exhaled forcefully. It wasnt even worth his time to introduce his husband and children to his blood family. His parents didnt even want his filial piety. He turned away from them and met Wen Zhihaos concerned eyes. The gaze filled him with love. Sun Fuyu smiled back reassuringly. He took out a clean handkerchief and bent over to clean the hands and mouths of the children. Whether coincidental or on purpose, they didnt see Sun Fuyus blood family again as Wen Zhihao led them around the market buying new year''s goods and gifts. An entire circuit of the market left young children with tired legs, aside from Xiao Bai whom Wen Zhihao had carried. It was now approaching evening: time for proper food back at the Sect. The flying cart had just reached the outskirts of the town when Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu both heard the sound of a baby crying. The two glanced at each other. Wen Zhihao directed the flying cart to the noise. Babies crying was common, but this sound came from an unpopulated area, and there seemed to be no other humans around. The children looked curiously when Wen Zhihao landed the cart in a nondescript area, with snow on the ground and scattered trees around. Hidden slightly in the shade of the trees was an old altar, and large footsteps were imprinted in the snow towards the altar and then away from it. The bundle of cloth on the altar was crying. Wen Zhihao threw away his confusion and approached the poor baby. Immediately, the baby quieted as Wen Zhihaos aura enveloped it, immediately falling asleep. Sun Fuyus eyes darkened. The children also knew what had happened. This baby had been abandoned, and conveniently used as an offering at the same time. Wen Zhihao reached for the baby and picked it up. A weird sense of familiarity pricked his mind. The aura of this baby...the tiny amount of qi that circulated, necessary for life...It was familiar. Wen Zhihao knew this qi. Everyones internal qi was unique. This qi was the same as the original owner of his body, the original Wen Zhihao. The original owners old qi had been quickly replaced by Wen Zhihaos in his body, but his sword had retained its traces for a longer period of time. Somehow, the original Wen Zhihao had been reincarnated into the young, somewhat ugly looking, baby in his arms... Based on the now-faded memories of the original owner of this body, the original Wen Zhihao had been a little angsty cultivator like the others. Wen Zhihao would give him a better life this time. It was the least he could do after taking the originals body. Wen Zhihao turned to his husband and children and smiled sheepishly. Everyone, meet the new baby in the family. Lets think of a good name for him. Somewhere up in the Heavens, a minor god was covering his head protectively. He had been happily farming, growing grapes twice as big and with four times as much qi as ordinary magical grapes, when the senior god had dragged him out of the fields and forced him to gaze down at the Mortal Realm. Where is the lucky life that human was supposed to have? His father just abandoned him! the imposing god growled. He is supposed to be lucky, the minor god whined. His eyes widened when he saw the flying cart and the subsequent events. Look, look, look! Having that new cultivator Wen Zhihao as a parent is extremely lucky! His life will be much more peaceful now. He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like his luck charm on the baby worked, albeit in weird ways. The senior god pressed his lips together...Unfortunately, the minor god was correct. You are very lucky, he finally said, with a dismissive wave of his golden sleeve. The minor god quickly nodded his head. Very lucky, very lucky! Senior, please have some of these grapes as an apology gift for making you come down to this Heavenly Realm! After plying the senior god with heavenly fruits, the minor god straightened his clothes and headed back to his heavenly farming. His fields were a riot of colour from multiple types of plants and vegetables and fruits. Some of them even earned praise from the other gods, which was the best praise he had ever received Heavenly farming was much more enjoyable than heavenly administration! After getting the kitchen staffs help, the new baby was clothed, nappied, and fed. It was too late for them to acquire a new bed, so for now, the baby was placed on Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyus bed. The little baby slept well, his little cheeks already becoming a little rosier, and face a little less ugly. Sun Fuyu had just learned from Wen Zhihaos mouth that this baby was the reincarnation of the original Wen Zhihao. Instead of conflict, Sun Fuyu gave a sigh of relief. He smiled at Wen-ge. This means that the original soul wont return to your body! That didnt stop other souls from possessing Wen-ge, but Wen-ge was now a Nascent Soul cultivator, and foreign spirits would have a much harder time than the original bodys spirit. Wen Zhihao hummed. We still dont know how I transmigrated over...it surely wasnt like Li Fanghua. What would have happened if I didnt come? Sun Fuyus mouth turned upside down. I dont want to think about it. If his Wen-ge never came, then no one would stand up to him, and the other outer sect cultivators would continue to bully him. Even with Sun Fuyus effort, he wouldnt have been able to proceed as well if his meagre cultivation resources were constantly stolen. Wen Zhihaos eyes softened. Then, what if it was Xiao Yu who came to my world? I think that, no matter what, we would get married, Sun Fuyu promptly answered. Because were soulmates. The red string of fate connects us, regardless of the world. Such a beautiful picture warmed Wen Zhihaos heart. I love you. Sun Fuyu reached out and took his hand. I love you too. The extras may feel a bit random...because they are. The extras should all be over by the end of this month. 122. Extra: Modern AU (part 1) This chapter is brought to you...for the winner of the salted fish prize in the CG 10k event! Emi requested Modern Florist AU! Though its a bit more like a Florist & Cat Cafe AU (RQ) In a different timeline: Anger and frustration and an overwhelming sense that he was not wanted, not by anyone, turned into anguish in Sun Fuyus heart. His qi burst out violently. He was undergoing qi deviation. For the first time, others were looking at him Cultivators tried to suppress him. Sun Fuyu mindlessly fought back, even as his own qi was tearing his body apart. The remaining qi exploded out as a sword pierced his heart. It was painful. So, so painful. And then, it was quiet. Loud, unfamiliar noises buzzed in his ears. Sun Fuyu bit back a groan and opened his eyes. He was surrounded by mortals with unusual clothing and short hair, as well as some mortals dressed like cultivators. He himself was wearing a poor copy of robes, made without any charms. Disqualified! Fired! a loud voice snapped. We dont need such a poor extra! So unlucky! The words didnt make sense to Sun Fuyu, but at the same time, he understood that he no longer had a job. Anger flared up in him. Biting back the pain, Sun Fuyu smoothly leapt up to his feet, forcing this unfamiliar-yet-becoming-familiar body to follow through with the movements. You understand nothing! I would never be obedient to you! The other people around him (actors) gasped, but Sun Fuyu didnt care. He pushed past them. The bodys memories directed him automatically, grabbing his bag. His body automatically walked away from this place (film set), into a moving metal box (train). By the time Sun Fuyu snapped out of his daze, he was standing outside a building facing a bustling street of short-haired, short-clothed people and fast metal transports. Where am I? Who am I? What is this place? Other people were looking at him, peeking to the side at this young man dressed in hanfu-styled clothing. But no one stopped. Sun Fuyu didnt know where to put his hands and feet. The mysterious force that had moved his body here had faded away. He didnt know which direction to go. But he had to move. Gritting his teeth, Sun Fuyu picked a random direction. The city had more people than Sun Fuyu had ever seen before. It was louder, noisier, and a hundred times stinkier. Poor patches of greenery tried their best to grow among the hard grey surfaces. The florist shop was like a small sliver of Heaven in the cold city. The shop sat on a newer street with wide pavements. There were still many people, but fewer metal vehicles, which reduced the sound and the poor smell. Upon a staggered platform at the front of the shop were big pots overflowing with bright flowers and luscious green leaves. Through the clear glass, there were even more plants of all shapes and sizes. The qi in the air rose slightly, but noticeably. Standing outside the shop were two people. The young-ish man had a tiger-striped cat draped on his shoulder and a white cat in his arms. The middle-aged woman was tending to the plants at the front of the shop, her eyes wrinkled with amusement as the two spoke. Sun Fuyu couldnt help but pause outside the florist, inhaling the sweet-scented air and the tiniest amounts of energetic qi. Sun...warm...good Sun Fuyu stiffened. That voice was a plant! Meow! The humans shoulder is too hard! Doesnt he know he should put a cushion so that I can lie on his shoulder comfortably! the tiger-striped cat complained. Tch! The human is talking to the other human and has forgotten to pet me! the white cat grumbled. Sun Fuyu stared at the talking plant and the talking cats. What kind of world is this? Can those mortals hear them too? Or is it just me He also couldnt shake the feeling that these cats...were a little small? His gaze didnt go unnoticed. Aunty Liu Jing looked up as she finished tending to the plants in the pot, and spotted the slim young man dressed in faded and torn yellow robes. His hair was a mess, his face and clothing dirt-streaked. His posture was awkward, flinching away from the other people walking around him by the pavement. Aunty Lius brows creased together in a sudden worry for this young man struck her heart. She felt the need to look after him and feed him. He looked distressingly thin! Wen Zhihao followed Aunty Lius gaze, and when he saw the young man, pity stirred in his heart. What kind of parent would let their poor child wander around the streets like this? Did he even have a home at all? Child, come here, Aunty Liu Jing said directly. At her age, she was as direct as any of the other aunties. Where do you live? Have you eaten? Sun Fuyus eyes widened. He hugged his bag against his chest and shook his head. Dont know. Two gazes softened even more. Aunty Liu Jing tucked her gardening tools into her apron and clapped her hands loudly. In that case, come here, dont be polite! We have food in the cafe, thats faster, Wen Zhihao said. En, very good. Aunty Liu Jing stepped into the florist shop. Old Tang! Ill leave the shop to you for an hour, Ill be at the cafe! Dont mess anything up! she yelled. How old am I? Go, go, the shop will flourish without you! Old Tang yelled back. Aunty Liu Jing snorted. She stepped out again, smiling warmly at the young man. Come this way, she said kindly. I Wen Zhihao walked over to him and nudged his arm with his elbow. Come, as long as this little handsome brother is not allergic to cats. Sun Fuyu blushed. Im not Somehow, Sun Fuyu was coaxed into the cat cafe, plied with sweet words from the older brother Wen Zhihao and the aunty Liu Jing. He found himself seated at a low table, socked feet curled under him (shoes left at the front). In the soft coloured shop, dozens of cats dozed, stretched, played and jumped about. The white cat from before was now in his lap, purring as he hesitantly petted it. Purr!! I like this humans petting better! Yes, right there! The aunty was seated in front of him. The older brother disappeared for a moment, and then came back with a tray. He set down a big bowl of noodles in front of Sun Fuyu, a plate of steaming meat buns at the centre of the table, and three drinks, one for each person. Eat up, Xiao Yu, Wen Zhihao said warmly. Bro Wus a great cook. Dont be polite, eat, eat! Youre too skinny ba! Aunty Liu Jing coaxed/ordered. Sun Fuyu lowered his head hesitantly. En. The bowl of noodle soup was extremely fragrant, savoury and herby and spicy. Sun Fuyus mouth watered. He had never eaten anything good in his childhood, and the food at the Golden Sun Sect was plain porridge and vegetables. Wielding the chopsticks, Sun Fuyu slowly started to eat. The flavours and textures burst wonderfully in his mouth. Sun Xiao Fuyu, does it taste good? More salt? Chilli oil? Aunty Liu Jing asked. Sun Fuyu swallowed and shook his head. Its perfect, Aunty. Thank you, Aunty. Thank you, Wen-ge. Aunty Liu Jing grinned. Very good. Eat up! Wen Zhihao smiled slightly at the way this little brother Fuyu ate his food so seriously. He casually picked up a meat bun for himself and bit into it. He and Aunty Liu let Sun Fuyu eat, while the two of them chatted casually. The poor, hungry kid! And look how polite he was! Aunty Liu Jing suddenly had a secret feeling to adopt him To be continued! There''ll be a few parts, and then back to the xianxia world ???? This AU came with some special details from Emi (e.g. the cats roasting Wen Zhihao ;P and Sun Fuyu being able to hear the cats talk!). With some brainstorming with hatcubed about what florist AUs were (the talking plants made sense too~ ????) 123. Extra: Modern AU (part 2) Half a year ago, Wen Zhihao had narrowly missed being hit by a speeding vehicle. His meaningless life had flashed before his eyes. The Staff Wanted poster at a new, as-yet unopened cooperative cat cafe next to a florist shop was like a sign. Wen Zhihao applied, got the new job, and was freed from the shackles of his unreasonable boss. He didnt look back. Having now worked at the cat cafe for half a year, it had become Wen Zhihaos second home. From the cat-manager Huang Jialing and main chef Zhang Wu; to their next-door florists, Aunty Liu Jing and Old Tang. Both places had more staff besides, all of them familiar with each other, culminating in a warm and friendly environment. The cat-cafe was currently at a quiet time of the day, as most school and university students were in class. The part-timer Wang Li Wei was greeting and looking after the few guests, so Wen Zhihao unfetteredly sat with Aunty Liu Jing and the little Sun Fuyu and ate two meat buns in a row. Xiao Yu, try the drink, Wen Zhihao coaxed once Sun Fuyu had finished the noodle soup. Its a milk tea, guaranteed to be delicious. Wen Zhihao had made it himselfit was one of his jobs. En, Sun Fuyu nodded obediently. He picked up the glass and sipped it. His eyes widened. So sweet! So creamy! Seeing Sun Fuyus undisguised surprise and enjoyment, Aunty Liu felt even sadder. With concern, Aunty Liu asked, Sun Xiao Fuyu, if you dont have a home, where have you been staying? The city is a harsh place Sun Fuyus expression turned gloomy. He reluctantly put down the glass of sweet milk tea and raised his head to reply, I...I cant remember properly. While he was eating, fragments of the original bodys memories had appeared. He truly had died. Yet his soul had somehow been transported to this world. The body he now wore belonged to a temporary martial arts stunt actor, who had been an orphaned child. The original person died from the fall during the martial stunt scene due to improper equipment and improper training...and somehow Sun Fuyus soul had replaced him. Sun Fuyus last amounts of otherworldly qi had healed the body. Disjointed pieces of information appeared, like the existence of phones and the internet. He could recall the home the original lived in. But as to its locationthat was a blur. Aunty Liu Jings face darkened. To her, not remembering meant that Sun Fuyu didnt want to say that he had no home to go to. I see. Your clothes, give them to Aunty to mend later, okay? Sun Fuyu lowered his head. ...Theyre not mine. He rather not mend and wear these inferior robes. Then Aunty will mend them so that you can return them, Aunty Liu insisted. Recalling how hed yelled at the leader (director), Sun Fuyu gloomily lowered his head. He glanced at the cup of sweet tea, but he didnt feel like he could impolitely drink it. Aunty Liu Jing and Wen Zhihao glanced at each other. Sun Xiao Fuyu! Sun Fuyu lifted his head, looking at Aunty Liu Jing. Aunty Liu tapped the table surface near Sun Fuyu. The florist shop can have a new assistant. Old Tang wants to spend more time making pottery vases, we could do with another person standing at the counter instead. You stay with Aunty, the sofa is big enough to sleep on until we get you a proper bed. Or, I could turn my bed into a bunk bed, and Xiao Yu could stay with me, Wen Zhihao offered. Aunty Liu raised her eyebrows at Wen Zhihao. Tch, and eat takeout for breakfast every day? Unhealthy! Better that he lives with me and so I can feed him properly. Sometimes I eat at the cafe, Wen Zhihao protested. Or the leftovers that you give me. Then its better that Xiao Fuyu lives with me so that he can eat fresh food, and you can have his leftovers. Sun Fuyus chin went all wobbly, his chest tightening, his heart aching. Aside from the person who had taken him back to the Golden Sun Sect as a potential cultivator, no one there wanted him. But these two people...did? They were even fighting over who would host him Sun Fuyu swallowed, his eyes going red. His hands curled into fists in his lap. In the end, Wen Zhihao lost. Aunty Liu Jing smiled victoriously. She got to keep him! She now turned to the child in question. So, Xiao Fuyu, do you accept? If you reject, you must give me three good reasons! It is very impolite to reject me. Xiao Wen, give Sun-didi those meat buns, dont eat them all yourself. Wen Zhihao laughed and pushed the plate closer to Sun Fuyu. Eat. If you work next door, Ill bring these over whenever you want. Bro Wu makes them super quick. Sun Fuyu searched Aunty Lius face and Wen-ges face. Both of them were earnest and warm, smiling directly at him, for him Y Sun Fuyu felt choked, a suspicious wetness in his eyes. En. I accept. Wen Zhihao pursed his lips. He moved up and rubbed Xiao Yu on the head. Its going to be alright now. Aunty Liu also got up and wrapped Sun Fuyu in a hug. With that, tears dripped down Sun Fuyus face. The warm hand massaged his head, while warm arms held him for the first time in memory. Things happened with Sun Fuyu in a daze. Aunty Liu and Wen-ge took him to buy the clothes of this world. Then, he followed Aunty Liu to the florist shop for the rest of the evening. He had dinner there and followed Aunty Liu to her home. This was the start of Sun Fuyus new life. He slowly started to understand more things about this world. Things like the internet and that cultivation was only found in fictional stories. And how hard it was for the original body to find a job in this society. Sun Fuyu was so deeply grateful for Aunty Liu Jing. He worked hard, listening to everything she said, watching how she tended to the plants, how she smiled at customers, how she cooked, how she The other flower shop staff smiled whenever they saw Sun Fuyu following behind Aunty Liu. Like a little tail, Old Tang said smartly. Like a little duckling behind his mother, Wen Zhihao countered. Dont be mean! Aunty Liu retorted, hiding Sun Fuyu behind her. If the day comes that Xiao Yu calls me mum... Sun Fuyu pressed his lips together but didnt refute anyone. One day, when Sun Fuyu had been sent out on an errand by himself, he suddenly recognised the place as his old homeonly to see all his meagre belongings by the bins. Evicted. Sun Fuyus eyes darkened. Ignoring other eyes, Sun Fuyu searched through them. All of the truly important documents had been in the original bodys bag. As an orphaned child moving between orphanages and multiple foster carers, he hadnt owned much at all. SUn Fuyu found the few educational certificates that the original had cherished and other miscellaneous old toys. The original owner of the body had truly died. But keeping these was the least Sun Fuyu could do to thank him for the second chance Sun Fuyu was now living. ...Is this okay? Sun Fuyu gripped the wooden sword in his hand. He was wearing new cultivator style robes that Wen-ge had gotten for him from Huang Jialings wife, the calligraphy master Qian Jiarui. Super handsome, Wen Zhihao praised freely. En, Sun Fuyu looks exceptionally handsome today Sun Fuyu blushed under the fitting mask on the lower half of his face, which matched the golden colour of his robes. Wen-ge always praised him, always said he was a handsome didi. When Sun Fuyu searched this up on the internet, netizens told him it meant that Wen-ge was interested in him Sun Fuyus heart couldnt help but speed up at how Wen-ge was looking at him now. Okay, lets begin! One of the photographers working at the florist shop and cat cafe was behind the camera. They were in the local park. It was early, and not many others had gathered aside from them. Sun Fuyu refocused. After a deep breath, Sun Fuyu began. His sword cut through the air. Sun Fuyu hadnt forgotten his past. During the times he wasnt needed at the florist shop, Sun Fuyu trained his new body with his old skills. Some things had to changewithout the ability to fly with qi, for examplebut the overall moves were the same. Aunty Liu thought he had looked really handsome, and that led to the other aunties and uncles and big brothers and big sisters wanting to watch him. ...which now led to this: Wen-ge wanted to film him. And since Wen-ge wanted to, Sun Fuyu had immediately agreed. Wen Zhihao watched Sun Fuyu, while absently rubbing his chest which had an unusual feeling. While robes might hide the movements of others, they only enhanced the beauty and power in Sun Fuyu movements. His sharp eyes, strong movements were eye-catching and dazzling. Wooden props broke with crisp sounds under Sun Fuyus assault. The photographer took many shots from different angles and promised to make great videos out of them. One more picture, Wen Zhihao said. He took out a small bouquet of red and pink roses and gave them to Sun Fuyu. A handsome young man in robes holding roses was truly a heart-stealer, and Wen Zhihao felt that flowers went well with Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu stood in a daze as the photographer framed the composition. Red and pink roses...as a florist assistant, Sun Fuyu knew exactly what they meant. His eyes grew soft, his heart overwhelmed. His eyes curved in a smile. Click! went the camera. This image would indeed later capture many a netizens heart. But right now, Sun Fuyu was overwhelmed with the fact that Wen-ge loved him. The moment after the photo was taken, he ran into Wen-ges arms and hugged him tightly. Wen-ge, Wen-ge, he mumbled. He was happy he couldnt speak words, only tightening his arms. Wen Zhihaos eyes softened as he hugged the young man in his arms and patted his head. Such a good, hardworking, and handsome young man... One more part of this modern AU, I think! Also: Trick or Treat! This collection of cozy and scary autumn-themed BL short stories is beginning!! Come support some OG BL authors! ???? ???? 124. Extra: Modern AU (part 3) afflinghaze Sun Fuyu felt like he was floating thereafter. During every break at the florist shop, he would run over to the cat-cafe to peek at Wen-ge. Meow! The little human is here again! Pats, pats! The white cat always came over when Sun Fuyu appeared. This human seemed to actually listen to cat-commands. Often, Wen-ge was busy with customers, and he would only have time to come over and give Sun Fuyu a new sweet drink. But just watching was enough to settle Sun Fuyus heart, sweetness on his lips and seeping into his chest. He planned to later search the internet for dating tips... Aunty Liu held her tongue whenever she saw him return with pink bubbles surrounding him. She felt that it wasn''t surprising that Xiao Fuyu had become enamoured with Wen Zhihao...and at least she knew all of Wen Zhihaos weak points In the late afternoon, Wen Zhihao was able to take a proper break. Xiao Fuyu had come by to see him during the day, so it made sense for him to return the favour. Wen Zhihao stepped out of the cat cafe and towards the florist shop. He could see Sun Fuyu through the glass front of the florist shop. Sun Fuyu was quietly tending to some flowers, his gaze soft, mouth moving as he quietly spoke to the plants. The late orange light cast a warm glow to his features, and highlighted the beautiful flowers and plants that surrounded him No, Sun Fuyu was the most beautiful. The cutest. The most adorable Realisation bloomed in Wen Zhihaos heart. He liked Sun Fuyu. Somehow, Xiao Fuyu had entered his chest, a little Sun Fuyu now sitting in his heart. Sun Fuyu was so amazing. He was so powerful with the sword, yet so cute when working hard with the flowers and the plants. Sun Fuyu looked up and met his gaze through the glass. A bashful smile grew on Sun Fuyus lips. Wen-ge, he mouthed. Wen Zhihao nodded back and headed into the shop. Wen-ge! Sun Fuyu quickly looked around. There were no customers at the moment, so he directly gave Wen Zhihao a big hug. He then looked up, all big brown eyes and soft black hair. Wen-ge, thank you for the roses this morning...Can we kiss now? For a few moments, Wen Zhihaos brain went offline. ???? What happened? Where am I? How did this happen? Surely he had just imagined what Sun Fuyu said? But he was still gazing at Wen Zhihao...and now his lips were turning downwards in sadness Wen Zhihaos heart was pierced. Of course, he breathed. In an instant, Sun Fuyu lit up again. He leaned in and gave the lightest of pecks on Wen Zhihaos lips. He leaned back again, a big smile growing on his face. Like Wen-ge so much, he said, his eyes curving in joy. Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyus head. Like Xiao Yu so much too. Sun Fuyu grabbed Wen-ges hands and swung them lightly, grinning. A certain Aunty Liu Jing cleared her throat. Sun Fuyu startled, eyes going wide. Aunty! Theres not much left to be done in the shop tonight, someone else will do it. Xiao Fuyu, you go with Wen Zhihao and play...but remember to come back in time tonight, understood? At the last words, Liu Jing gave Wen Zhihao a particular look. Of course, Aunty, Wen Zhihao said innocently. Come on Xiao Yu, if you ask Huang Jialing, shell definitely let me finish early too! Okay! Let me get my belongings first! Aunty Liu sighed as the two left the florist shop, Sun Fuyu holding those pink and red roses to his chest and following after Wen Zhihao. Her cabbage running after the lazy cat, ah. But both of them looked extremely happy, and as their aunty, Liu Jing was happy for them. Extra Modern AU extra (part a): Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu talked together a lot. That was how they realised something about two of their customers respectivelythey were a pair. A man dressed in expensive suits named Lin Yijun had started to frequently come by the florist shop to buy flowersthe most expensive onesin increasingly bigger bouquets and exquisite pots or vases. As a business elite, he splashed money out indiscriminately. A man dressed in a long black coat named Zhou Sheng had started to frequently come by to the cat-cafe, reading through old court proceedings and complaining to Wen Zhihao about some scum man keeps delivering me flowers! Does he think a few flowers is enough to bribe me over? What does he take him for, a corrupt lawyer? Zhou Sheng had been a poor scholarship student who had entered into a rich No. 1 Senior Middle School. While the grades of the school and the rate of entry to top tier universities was impressive, Zhou Sheng had a depressing time there. Now, over ten years later, he was a practising lawyer, persecuting some of those very same rich families whose children had bullied him and whose adults were muddied with illegal dealings. While Lin Yijun himself was a CEO who properly filed his taxes, Zhou Sheng couldnt fully trust him. Not after his betrayal in school Wen Zhihao saw the sad Zhou Sheng when he thought no one was looking, and sent a quick text message to Sun Fuyu. Smart Sun Fuyu replied with a cute nodding sticker. A few moments later, Sun Fuyu walked over with Lin Yijun following him. Lin Yijun and Zhou Sheng saw each other instantly through the glass. Lin Yijun raced into the cat-cafe. Zhou Sheng! Please, please let me speak! He kicked off his shoes at the front and ran over to kneel at Zhou Shengs feet, ignoring the other patrons. You Suddenly, Lin Yijun started to sneeze. Redness spread across his face. Wen Zhihao came to a realisation. Sir, I think youre allergic to cats. Im sorry, perhaps you can carry this conversation elsewhere Zhou Sheng looked at the sneezing Lin Yijun. You! Allergic to cats? He laughed uncontrollably. Zhou Sheng, please, Im sorry, Ill never stand in the way of your work, please Lin Yijun said in between sneezes. The redness on his face was part allergy, part mortifying embarrassment. Fine. Lets go somewhere else, Zhou Sheng finally said, finding some pity somewhere for Lin Yijun. A little tip, you can take some anti-allergy medicines, Wen Zhihao said. Zhou Sheng snickered. Hm. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu watched the two men stride out of the cat-cafe, feeling that they had done a good job. Extra Modern AU extra (part b): The short videos of Sun Fuyu in golden robes wielding a sword became popular, and so the staff at the florist shop and cat-cafe helped Sun Fuyu make even more videos. Some dedicated netizens soon uncovered that Sun Fuyu had been a martial arts extra, but had been fired from his first job after negligence from the production teama project that had gone on to encounter more troubles after Sun Fuyu had left. [This xiao gege is really too handsome!] [That production teams face must hurt, they let go of this great cultivator!] [Calling any directors to give the xiao gege a job!] And Sun Fuyu was indeed given job offers to act. After discussing with everyoneincluding Lin YijunSun Fuyu joined the entertainment company under Lin Yijuns management with an especially relaxed contract and went out for his first job (Zhou Sheng personally looked at the contract, much to Lin Yijuns exasperation). The first job was not too long. Sun Fuyu completed it smoothly. When he returned home at the end of it, there were many people gathered in Aunty Liu Jings apartment. Hows our little star? Old Tang teased. Not yet, Sun Fuyu said bashfully. Are we all having dinner together? First Aunty Liu Jing stepped forward and handed him some papers. Sun Fuyu frowned. This Adoption papers. I know youre an adult now, you dont need parents...but it would make me very happy if you would sign them, Liu Jing said emotionally. I love you as my own son. Im sorry I hadnt found you earlier, but its not too late now. It would make me so happy to call you my son, and have you call me mother. Sun Fuyus eyes grew red. He nodded quickly, not trusting himself to speak. He could only silently hug Aunty Liu. No, Mother Liu. Everyone clapped warmly. It was a long time coming, everyone had seen how dearly Liu Jing had doted on Sun Fuyu, and how Sun Fuyu had been effectively so filial to her. When Sun Fuyu separated from Mama Liu, Wen Zhihao came over, dressed the neatest Sun Fuyu had ever seen him. Wen-ge, he greeted. Little star, shining bright, Wen Zhihao grinned back. Spending every day with you has been a joy...Will you spend the rest of our lives together? Sun Fuyus eyes widened when Wen Zhihao went down on his knee and produced a small ring box. Shock was written all over his body. Wen Zhihaos gaze softened. Ive already asked permission from your mama Liu. All you need to do is say yes. There was a stinging sensation in Sun Fuyus eyes. Yes! Yes! He threw himself down into Wen-ges arms and squeezed as he could. Wen Zhihao patted him on the back. I love you, Xiao Yu. Lets have the best married life together. We can get a villa with many rooms, for us, for Aunty Liu Tears of happiness poured down Sun Fuyus face. He buried his head in Wen-ges shoulder. So what if that fortune-teller had said he would die young? He came to this world instead and found family. End of the Modern AU. And so in both world lines, Sun Fuyu reached a happy ending ^_^ I hope Emi liked this prize~! And I hope everyone else liked this too!! ????Trick or Trick: BL Anthology | The Daily Eggplant ???? 125. Extra: Family Lunar New Year Sun Fuyu awoke from a strange dream, but he soon put it aside once he saw Wen-ge by his side and the little baby between them. The little baby was already awake, though he wasnt fussy at all. Sun Fuyu quietly changed the babys nappy and fed him some milk. The quiet of the early morning did not last long, as soon footsteps could be heard out in the corridor. Quick! Lets start decorating for the new year! Uncle and Little Uncle would be so surprised! Yes, come on! I think I can fly on my sword now, I can hang up all the tall things! Sounds of children accidentally dropping things followed. Sun Fuyu: ... He should go out and supervise them. He put the baby back to sleep with his husband while he went out. When Wen Zhihao woke up, a new name for their new son had crystalised in his mind: Wen Yubao. Yu (ԣ) for rich and bao () for treasure. It wasnt the same yu as in Sun Fuyus name (there would only be one Xiao Yu in Wen Zhihaos life), but it was similar enough. It was suitable that they would both have an element in their babys name. He tended to the Baobao and got dressed. When he stepped out of the bedroom, he was faced with a house filled with noise. Children were cleaning and children were hanging up red Spring Festival couplets. They were doing a lot, even though they hadnt even had breakfast yet. Uncle! Youre awake! Ah-Yi ran over and peered at his new little brother. His name is Wen Yubao. You can call him Baobao. Baobao! Ah-Yi greeted, blinking at the baby. The baby blinked back. Wen Zhihao smiled. Now, how about going to Grandma Lius for breakfast? Yes! Ah-Yi agreed happily. Dont forget to put on your hat and scarf, Wen Zhihao reminded as Ah-Yi scampered away. I will, Uncle! Wen Zhihao leisurely walked down with baby Baobao. The children were very fast in throwing on their winter items and raced down to the front door, Sun Fuyu following behind them. Together, they headed off to the kitchens, where Liu Jing was waiting. When she heard the baby''s new name, she smiled. A little treasure indeed. The rest of the day was spent on preparations. As midnight approached, a large group of people went to a nearby hill outside the Golden Sun Sect, with the talisman lights brightening their way. In the darkness, lagging behind the others, Zhou Sheng quietly held Lin Yijuns hand. He felt that it must be good to hold hands, given how often Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu did it At the stroke of midnight, Elder Liu responsibly let off the first fireworks. Rockets flew into the air and exploded in bursts of colours with loud BANG! BANG! BANG! The children clapped, eyes reflecting the bright fireworks. The teenagers also showed wonder. Wen Zhihao leaned against Sun Fuyu, baby Wen Yubao in his arms. Together, they had entered into the new year. Now, want to set off this firecracker? Liu Zhongmin irresponsibly asked the children. Yes! Ruan Lanxi volunteered. Dont play for too long, we all need to go to sleep, Wen Zhihao told her. Yes, Uncle! Teenagers and children alike huddled close to Liu Zhongmin and listened carefully to her instructions. Laughter and shrieks rang out when they released the crackling firecrackers. No matter how exciting the fireworks and firecrackers were, Wen Zhihao was sleepy and the children were also sleepy. After returning home, they fell asleep the moment their heads touched their pillows. When morning came, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu made sure that everyone was dressed in their new red clothes. Now, do you know what to say? Sun Fuyu asked them. He was carrying Wen Yubao today. Six small heads nodded. Uncle Wen, Uncle Sun, wishing you a happy new year, good health, and long life for 1000 years! Wen Zhihao grinned. Very good. I wish you all a happy new year, and great academic success. He gave each child a red envelope, each of whom received it with two hands and a happy thank you. After receiving their red envelopes, they rushed into one of the bedrooms to open them, away from the eyes of their guardians. They exclaimed at the crisp bill they found inside. How many coins did one bill change into?? A lot, thats what! A smile brimming in his eyes, Wen Zhihao turned to Sun Fuyu. Happy New Year, husband, he said softly. Our second New Year together. En, Sun Fuyu reached out and touched Wen Zhihaos chest with one hand. Of course, Xiao Yu also gets a lucky red envelope. Sun Fuyu blushed slightly as Wen Zhihao gave him a bulky red envelope. With one hand holding Wen Yubao, he couldnt open it yet: all he could tell was that Wen-ges qi emanated from it. He sent it directly into his storage ring. Thank you, Wen-ge. No thanks needed between husband and husband, Wen Zhihao replied. The children soon came back out with grinning faces. Thank you, Uncle! Wen Zhihao indulgently patted their heads. The first day of the New Year was for family and for good food. For this reason, everyone congregated at the kitchens, from the mortals to the cultivators, to the demonic beasts. Wen Zhihao generously gave out red envelopes to all the young and all the old. Even Lin Yijun received a red envelope, much to his bewilderment. Werent the elders supposed to be the ones giving out red envelopes? Old-man-at-heart-Wen Zhihao disregarded such trifling matters. He had gained yet more money from selling calming stones, and there was nothing wrong with him sharing it out as he wished. He even gave red envelopes to the demonic beasts, who all temporarily turned into a humanoid form to accept them. First, breakfast, fun games and more firecrackers; then lunch, naps and fun games; and finally dinner, and sitting down and listening to Elder Lius old stories. The large, softly purring cats were the best backrests. Despite the snow that lay around the sect, the kitchen area was warm and glowing. Stomachs full, they all had a lovely new year day. The coming year would be very prosperous. Wen Zhihao tried to stay awake, he did. But nonetheless, it was too comfortable and he accidentally fell asleep while listening, thus causing many others to fall asleep too. As Sun Fuyu awoke Wen Zhihao again, Elder Liu gazed around and smiled slightly. Well then, I can continue this story another day. Young ones need sleep, Elder Liu saideven the old mortals were young to her. Very good idea, Wen Zhihao said sleepily. And thus ended the first New Year Day together, the first of many more. The Golden Sun Sect did not spend long on the New Year festivities: even in the cold snow, cultivators should still be cultivating. Students also had to go back to school: there was a lot of content to learn. And so, after a week, most festivities ended, and most people returned to work/study. Wen Zhihao was not most. This morning, Wen Zhihao was sitting in the padded flying cart, with extra blankets and warming talismans around him, and the sleeping baby Baobao in his arms. The cart itself was placed to the side of the training field that was closest to their home. Wen Zhihao had taken out the advanced talisman manual, but he only briefly looked at it before returning his languid gaze to the diligent Sun Fuyu. Sun Fuyu wore a new hair ornament: Wen Zhihaos gift on New Years Day. There was nothing wrong with watching his husband. And if Wen Zhihao had been a mortal, he would be in his right to recover from the activities last night with his husband. All of these were excellent excuses to watch as Sun Fuyu practised with both his own sword and with Wen Zhihaos sword, Mao Lan Meng. With all the recent dual cultivation, Wen Zhihao estimated that Sun Fuyu should soon rise to Nascent Soul. And a serious Sun Fuyu in senior cultivator robes...he would be so handsome! It would be good once Sun Fuyu surpassed him in cultivation: then Wen Zhihao could be even more of a salted fish, by handing any administrative requests to Sun Fuyu. Hmmm, that didnt sound right.... Better to pass administration to Lin Yijun! Wen Zhihaos hands itched, wanting to rub Sun Fuyus head. But he withheld himself from interrupting Sun Fuyus practice. Baobao stirred in his arms, so he fed him some milk, before setting him down in a sheltered corner of the cart to sleep. Not everyone was so considerate of Sun Fuyu. Peak Master Wang Sheng (ex-Elder Wang) walked by. He was on his way elsewhere in the Sect, but the training field was low down the mountain and his eyesight was very sharp. And so, he saw that damn blasted sword! Remembered humiliation and anger rose up within him. So, it was Disciple Sun! Of course, cursed sword, cursed cultivator! Peak Master Wang spotted that damned Wen Zhihao too. Tch, the two of them! Peak Master Wang rushed to the training field. His qi rose around him, suppressing Sun Fuyu. You! Give me that sword and Ill let you go! Sun Fuyu gritted his teeth as the superior qi threatened to crush him. No! This is not your sword! You are not my Shifu! Youre not my Peak Master! Youre not even a Sect Elder anymore! Peak Master Wang growled. And whose fault is that? If you had just listened to me Wen Zhihao frowned. He flew the flying cart directly between him and Sun Fuyu. He stood up, his own aura flooding out and directly infiltrating Peak Master Wangs control. His aura also buffered the air around Wen Yubao, so the baby remained completely unperturbed. Peak Master Wang. Peak Master Wang flinched. For a moment, Wen Zhihao felt like a male protagonist, trying to intimidate the other. So fanciful, he amusedly berated himself. His annoyance faded away. Of course, Lin Yijun was the male protagonist on this side of the continent. Take a moment to breathe and reconsider your actions, Wen Zhihao said steadily. Attacking us unprovoked, what would Elder Liu Ru and Senior Liu Zhongmin think? What would...the Sect Leader do? Peak Master Wang Sheng cursed in his heart. These two ordinary disciples, yet they had such strong backers. Wang Sheng had lived a long time. He was no cannon fodder. Exchanging his own head for the head of these two measly disciples was not at all worth it. Instead, he sneered. How things would change once they learn that it was your sword that provoked me. With a huff, Peak Master Wang left. He was destined to be sorely disappointed. Wen Zhihao raised his eyebrows. Looked like someone needed some cat therapy too. Sun Fuyu jumped and tackled Wen Zhihao with a sudden hug from behind. Thank you, Wen-ge! Thank you for protecting me. Wen Zhihao turned around and rubbed Sun Fuyus head and pinched Sun Fuyus soft cheek. Ahh, so happy. What for? I only mentioned our shifus and the Sect Leader. That aside, Xiao Yu has been working hard this morning. We can have a break before picking up the children. Okay, Sun Fuyu said obediently. He released Wen Zhihao and moved over in the cart to pick up Baobao, letting Wen Zhihao take them wherever he wanted to go. Sun Fuyu still remembered Wen Zhihaos solid back standing in front of him, between him and Peak Master Wang. No matter how strong Sun Fuyu would become in the future, Wen Zhihaos presence would always evoke that same sense of safety and devotion in Sun Fuyus heart. Because Wen Zhihao was his Wen-ge. So episodic lol (a nice way to say that the scenes are disjointed haha) ????Trick or Trick: BL Anthology | The Daily Eggplant ???? 126. Extra: In the future… [FINAL END] afflinghaze This is it, everyone.... (T?T) Sun Fuyu becoming a senior cultivator himself would be only one of the many things that will happen in the future. One day, in the future, Lin Yijun would learn that Wen Zhihao was in fact a transmigrator, finally laying to rest why this second chance of his had deviated so much; Wen Zhihao would confirm that Lin Yijun was a reincarnator. In the future, the Golden Sun Sect would grow increasingly popular. The Calming Gardens was a place-to-visit upon many travelling cultivators'' lists. The demonic tiger would rise up in strength and become a senior cultivator in the Sect. He would be granted a great spot to nap in the sun. Many of the other demonic cats were too lazy to accept any senior position. Werent they already working hard (lazing around) helping other cultivators avoid qi deviation?? And the welfare of all demonic beasts as a whole would increase, because if one did not treat them well, then theyll preferably escape to the Golden Sun Sect. (Meanwhile, Huang Jialing would find a new calling in calming gardening arrangements and cat furniture) In the future, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyus children will grow up. Xiao Bai would go from a little talisman cultivator following behind his Uncle Wens robes, to a bigger refinedthough still shytalisman cultivator with his own cultivation robes, sitting next to his Uncle Wen as the two of them wrote talismans. Ruan Lanxi would go from a sword enthusiast to a bigger sword enthusiast. Liu Zhongmin became her mentor, and later her shifu, helping Ruan Lanxi advance in multi-sword cultivation. Zhang Yieveryone called him Ah-Yiwith his encouraging and protective nature, would become a healing cultivator. One day, in the far future, he would be able to recreate his Uncle Wens calming aura and use it to help even more people to avoid qi deviation, enhance cultivation, and extend lifespans. Peng Tiantian would become the traveller of the family. She would spend time with Li Fanghua to craft even better fast-flying objects to ride on. She would travel across the continents and return home with new and delicious treats for her family to try out. Xu Yifan would become the Golden Sun Sects first-ever chef cultivator, combining skills from multiple disciplines: from knife skills to heat control, to medical knowledge. The food in the Banquet Hall of the Golden Sun Sect would soon include dishes that were both advantageous to cultivation and were also delicious. Wu Zhe, the most well-behaved child of all, would grow into a big and tall young man, working hard in the fields as a farming cultivator. He wouldnt be mentored by the stogey herbalist cultivators in the sect: instead, he would work directly with the mortal farmers and with other cultivators with skills he can incorporate into his own cultivation framework. And as for Wen Yubao, the spoiled but well raised little baby of the family, he would follow in Father Sun Fuyus footsteps to become a single-sword cultivator. Under the love and guidance of his dads and older sisters and brothers, he would truly advance upon this path this time. Many of the teenagers would also become cultivators around the Golden Sun Sect. Some of the saved mortal adults would eventually leave the Sect and resettle in a mortal town after recovering, mentally and physically, from their past ordeals. Connections would remain, establishing stronger-than-ever business relationships between the cultivators and the mortals, benefiting both sides. In the future, Wen Zhihaos method of cultivation would spread among everyone: it was very suitable to any breathing cultivators mortals, did no harm, and only helped. Many other sects took the initiative to send cultivators to learn under Wen Zhihao so that they could then return to their own sects to help with individuals at risk of qi deviation. Under Sun Fuyus and Zhou Shengs direction, many underlying problems leading to qi deviation would be brought to light, and slowly fixed. These initiatives will all be backed by the great cultivator Lin Yijun, who would become the leader in many continent-wide sect activities (i.e., he would be saddled with all the administration since he did it before, didnt he?). And Liu Jing would be so proud of her children and grandchildren. In the future, Wang Li Wei will grow into a kind and confident man, no longer shadowed by his parents and grandfather. In the future, Zhang Wu will find a niche that he is good at, old anger mellowing out to poise. And Wen Zhihao will be so proud of his small children and big children. In the far future, Elder Liu Ru and her wife Liu Zhongmin will retire and go into seclusion together before ascending. Senior Cultivator Qian Jiarui will take Elder Liu Rus place as the new head talisman cultivator, and her own wife Huang Jialing will pass the days no longer able to be bothered by Wen Zhihaos plots and plans. Meanwhile, Senior Cultivator Hu Jingyan with Senior Cultivator Gao Ming will take Liu Zhongmins place. Array cultivator Cheng Yahui will join hands with Li Fanghua to create a new class of transportation arrays, connecting the two distant sides of the continent, and ushering in a new era of trade and sharing. And in the far future, Liu Jing and Old Tang and the other mortals will pass away peacefully in their sleep and re-enter the reincarnation cycle. They cant live forever, but the years they did live will be full of joy and love. Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu will keep them in their hearts and memories. ... And as for the far, far future? The Golden Sun Sect and the surrounding area will become places filled with calming qi. Plants and trees and flowers will flourish, leading to the Golden Sun Sects first few plant-spirit, flower-spirit, and tree-spirit cultivators. One of those tree-spirit cultivators is the very tree under which the Venerable Wen Zhihao would sleep every warm afternoon with the large demonic cats. In the far, far future, Wen Zhihaos philosophy of everyday talismans will be widespread. Cultivators and mortals alike will use this renewable technology in their everyday lives, alongside inventions from great crafting cultivators such as Li Fanghua. Names like Liu Ru, Liu Zhongmin, Lin Yijun, Zhou Sheng, and their disciples will be written into the history books as leaders in their respective fields. In the far, far future, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu will ascend together to the Heavens. There, they will meet the minor god involved in Wen Zhihaos accidental transmigration, and they would become good friends. In the far, far future, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu will have their 100...000th honeymoon in the Heavens. ... But that would be the future. At this moment, spring had returned to the Golden Sun Sect. In between majestic buildings were lush green gardens and sweet-scented flowers. Golden robed cultivators strolled about, along with many other cultivators in different coloured robes. It was the afternoon after lunch. The sun shone warmly down on a certain house near the base of a mountain in the Golden Sun Sect. A flying cart with humans and a line of big cats and a few dogs (wolves) followed them from the kitchens back to the house. Wen Zhihaos eyes drooped slightly, sleepily from his full stomach and the suns rays. He held Sun Fuyus hand, while Sun Fuyu responsibly drove the cart. As they passed by, plants and flowers turned almost imperceptibly towards them, soaking in the qi that radiated from Wen Zhihao. Later, these plants would release this calming qi back into the Sect, promoting a peaceful atmosphere. Not long after entering the house, the curtains in the large ground floor building were pulled back, letting in the afternoon light through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the room as it was designed. The wooden floor was covered with blankets and pillows. Wen Zhihao languidly flopped down in the centre. Sun Fuyu followed him, snuggling close. One of the big white-and-black cats settled in a protective manner around baby Wen Yubaowerent the cats the uncles and aunties of this kitten human baby? They must care for Baobao too! The other children also found their spots to sleep, and the furry animals filled the rest of the space. The room contained piles of fluff interspersed with small and big humans. Wen Zhihaos gaze swept around the room, making sure that everyone had a comfortable position. If he listened carefully, he could make out the happy conversation and indistinct chatter elsewhere in the Sect. There was his husband by his side, his family, the cats; he was full of good food. He placed a light kiss on Xiao Yus forehead and was rewarded with Sun Fuyu snuggling closer to him. This simple happiness suffused through Wen Zhihao. The plan later in the afternoon was to go to the kitchens and help Mama Liu make dumplings for a big dumpling party. But first... As his breath deepened into sleep, the gentle waves of Wen Zhihaos aura expanded out. And they all had a tranquil afternoon nap. !!!!!! And thats it!!! Thats the end of the extras, the end of official Dao Of The Salted Fish! (_) Thank you so much everyone for coming along on this journey! Thank you for reading, for commenting, for the kofis~, and for all the support!! ????? Please join The Daily Eggplant discord server and head into the #events channel for more details! Unfortunately you can''t win a bonus chapter since Salted Fish is now over ??n?? Im sure some of you are curious about what Im going to write next...I have a fun short BL that will come out at (an unknown time) in the Trick Or Treat BL Anthology. There is also the Kinktober event at the Daily Eggplant, so someone will be writing a hopefully nsfw fanfic of Salted Fish, and I''ll be writing fanfic for someone else [my ao3 is here] But as for my next webnovel...youll have to just wait and keep an eye out for it ??; *hides* Until then, you can...re-read salted fish? Check out my other past stories?