Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 165: Epilogue – Part 1

Qu Linfeng entered the town cautiously, as if bracing himself for a fight.

Over a decade had passed since the ‘Shirou Rebellion’, and there were no longer signs of warfare everywhere. The wooden blockades were gone, and there were now many more elderly residents who had lived long lives. Any disasters within the borders were handled by the imperial court. The martial world was becoming more stable; among the evil sects, the Chigou Sect dominated, while in the righteous sects, the Kushan Sect was rising and the Taiheng Sect was gradually regaining its former glory.

Kushan and Taiheng had very different styles. Taiheng, with its solid foundation, still favored recruiting wealthy children and nurturing them from a young age. Kushan was much more lenient, accepting even older children from poor families as long as they were capable.

Naturally, the children of the poor were eager to take a chance. Even if they couldn’t match the skills of the Taiheng disciples in the future, joining the Kushan Sect was still a viable path.

This time, Qu Linfeng was visiting the Kushan sect.

He had just turned twelve and was traveling away from his adoptive father for the first time, accompanying a familiar farmer family to the city. The town was bustling with people. The lively market stalls caught his attention immediately. Living in a remote place, Qu Linfeng had only been to a few markets. He was instantly enamored by the paper windmills and sugar figurines.

“Lao Li, since we’re here, let’s buy some candy,” the farmer’s wife urged her husband. They had made a decent profit this time, so they could afford a small treat.

The farmer understood and bought a sugar treat. The woman tasted a bit and gave the rest to Qu Linfeng.

With a serious face, Qu Linfeng thanked them and stealthily slipped a coin into the woman’s purse. She didn’t notice.

“You’re a sensible boy, not causing any fuss. I’m surprised your father let you go,” the woman said, seeing him carefully savor the candy.

They knew about Qu Linfeng’s background.

In their village, there lived a disheveled cripple. This cripple had lost one leg, making it impossible for him to do heavy work, and he wasn’t fond of socializing with others. He chose to reside in a remote, abandoned house, avoiding even basic greetings with the villagers. Despite his high pride, he still needed food and water. Leveraging his unique skill of reading and writing for others, he managed to get by.

The Li family frequently left the village to sell goods and were quite astute. They once suggested to the cripple that he should teach the village children, perhaps becoming a sort of part-time teacher. However, the cripple reacted as if he had been deeply insulted, immediately refusing without giving it a thought. A few years earlier, a matchmaker, noting his decent appearance and literacy, had tried to find a wife for him but was nearly chased out of his yard.

Over time, despite the villagers’ goodwill, they gradually began to ignore him.

The only activity the cripple engaged in was visiting the fields, watching the farmers work, and chatting with them. He often had a complicated expression in his eyes, making it difficult for anyone to understand his thoughts—a complete enigma of a man.

That changed when he took in Qu Linfeng.

The child was abandoned by someone from outside the village. When first discovered, Qu Linfeng’s legs were paralyzed, and the local doctor in the village claimed there was no cure. Everyone looked at each other with hesitation—no family in the village was well-off, and who would want to take in and care for a child doomed to be a burden due to his disability? In the past, merely being considered “cursed by heaven” would have been enough to get rid of such a child.

Unexpectedly, after a long silence, the cripple decided to take the child in. A few months later, it seemed as though the cripple had used some form of “inner force healing technique”, and the child’s legs astonishingly began to move again. The child was then given the peculiar name “Qu Linfeng*”, which stood out in the village.

*Linfeng (临风) means to face the wind.

The cripple remained very reticent, not even allowing Qu Linfeng to call him “father”. From a young age, Qu Linfeng was sensible, knowing he needed to run errands for his “foster father”. He was good-looking and got along well with the villagers, which in turn made the cripple less unpopular among them.

“My foster father said that since I can read, I should venture out,” Qu Linfeng explained.

Farmer’s Wife: “He can actually communicate! But why doesn’t he teach you properly?”

“My foster father once told me that one must see things for oneself. His eyes are his, and mine are mine.” Qu Linfeng shook his head. “I chose the Kushan Sect on my own. I heard that as long as one is willing to put in the effort, the Kushan Sect would fund their studies.”

When he first brought up the matter to his crippled foster father, the latter had a peculiar expression on his face but ultimately said nothing.

The small donkey cart rumbled towards the Kushan Sect’s station. The Kushan Sect was recruiting disciples, and the town was abuzz with excitement. Carrying a small bundle, Qu Linfeng bid a serious farewell to the Li family before boarding the Kushan Sect’s cart.

Most on the cart were young individuals. One particular young man with tied-up hair stood out, wearing silk robes and seemingly wealthier than the others. He was gazing at the cart’s ceiling, evidently not bothered by the others around him. Fortunately, the journey to Kushan was short—only two days—preventing any disputes among the youngsters.

The place was filled with young people aspiring to join the Kushan Sect. The atmosphere was lively: on one side, they were performing a play about the nation’s history; on the other, people discussed books related to the Hanging Tree. Large crowds had gathered everywhere.

“I know this! It was the first-generation leader of the Kushan Sect who did this! He spent a lot of money collecting all the fragmented books from the founding era. He even researched the histories of Luojiu and the Western Ridge, ensuring that the events from that time were clearly pieced together.”

The young man in the silk robe said it loudly, his tone brimming with a hint of boastfulness.

“He Cheng’an was a demon raised by the Hanging Tree. He first nurtured and exploited the nameless General Yin, then personally caused his downfall! One of the twin national heroes that appeared later was the reincarnation of that General Yin. They are immortals from the same star constellation and even retained the same name.”

Qu Linfeng tilted his head, puzzled. This account seemed to differ from what he had heard. According to his foster father, one of the twin national heroes was General Yin himself. However, upon reflection, they hailed from a humble place, and his foster father probably received incorrect information. After all, who could live that long?

“…The other of the ‘Twin Heroes of Salvation’, was the first sect leader of the Kushan Sect, also an immortal transformed from a star constellation. He especially spent a fortune and effort to redress the injustice done to General Yin, all because of their bond in the heavens!” The boy in the silk robe continued.

Many young men and women gathered around admiringly. Qu Linfeng, however, was more interested in other matters. From his vantage point, he could faintly see the silhouette of the Kushan Sect, looking very imposing.

The Kushan Sect’s method of choosing disciples changed every year and was unpredictable. He wasn’t sure if he’d be chosen. It was said that one year, due to time constraints, they even sent a goose demon to select candidates. Thousands wished to enter the main branch of the sect, but after several rounds of selection, only a little over a hundred would be selected. Qu Linfeng had already made up his mind; if not chosen, he would go to a stable to work. He would do additional jobs if needed, but he was adamant about continuing his studies.

That night, the young boys and girls were settled in an inn.

In the inn, there was only one person in charge: a man with his eyes wrapped in cloth, seemingly blind. But despite his apparent blindness, he was surprisingly agile. Having done many chores himself, Qu Linfeng felt a sense of familiarity.

He cautiously approached the man, emulating his actions by carrying a bucket of water, hoping to strike up a conversation. But before he could say anything, a scream echoed—

“It’s over—!!!”

A man rushed in as if running for his life. Skidding to a stop, he wrapped his arms around the attendant.

With a face full of despair, he said, “San Zi, I accidentally led the thief here. You can’t leave me to die!”

San Zi, the attendant: “…”

Attendant: “Stand up first. There are children here.”

Qu Linfeng watched as the man suddenly burst into the room, feeling his hair stand on end. The man, looking to be in his thirties, exuded an eerie aura despite his distressed expression.

Ignoring the attendant’s words, the man continued, “You must explain to him that the thief targeted his treasury. This Greatne… ahem, I was used. It’s not my fault.”

The attendant sighed. “Why didn’t you catch the thief?”

“The thief’s qinggong was extraordinary. I didn’t even notice him tailing me. Kushan is so vast, I couldn’t catch him.”

“If you hadn’t dashed around recklessly, the thief wouldn’t have broken through the mountain’s protective barrier,” the attendant replied wistfully.

The man paused, mumbling complaints about not wanting to socialize with unworthy people and other incomprehensible things.

Spotting Qu Linfeng, he asked, “Who’s this? A young aspirant for the sect?”

“Yes.”

“Since you all have to go through a selection process anyway, why not use this situation as a test?” The man’s eyes shimmered with tears. “I’ve activated the barrier to seal off the mountain. The thief can’t escape. If you all handle this, perhaps that fox… that person won’t be too upset with me.”

The attendant, deeply exasperated, took a deep breath. “What did the thief steal to scare you this much?”

“A flag that says ‘Medicine Cures Illness’.”

“…A’Si, has the Young Patriarch of Chigou been selected yet?”

“Don’t say such horrifying things!”

Qu Linfeng, lost, managed to pick up on some keywords. “If everyone searches the mountain together, we will surely find the thief.”

The attendant smiled wryly. “We don’t know how dangerous the thief is. It’s a task for the adults.”

Shaking off “A’Si” who was clinging to him, he looked even more helpless.

“But assisting in minor tasks can reveal a person’s character. I will… report this. Perhaps it might work. You are called Qu Linfeng? This might be fate; join us in the search.”

The next morning, everyone was awakened at dawn. Over a hundred were divided into five groups, each led by two disciples of the Kushan Sect, and began searching the mountain. The boy in the silk robe and Qu Linfeng ended up in the same group, both looking displeased.

While Kushan wasn’t vast, it was dense with forests, thick grass, and numerous caves. The roars of beasts echoed constantly, enough to make anyone’s legs go weak. Autumn was in full swing, and fiery maple leaves covered the ground. The scenery was stunning, but it wasn’t the time for appreciation.

“Why are we searching for things?” The boy in silk complained. “This doesn’t feel like a martial arts adventure at all.”

A’Si retorted, “What’s wrong with searching? Had there been no thief, you would be searching for rare herbs across the mountain.”

“Searching for herbs is more fun than being someone’s errand boy!”

A’Si smirked, glancing at the boy in the silk robe, who now appeared more defiant, shouting. “By your looks, you aren’t from Kushan. Why are you ordering us around?!”

“How come only those who join the Kushan Sect are considered people of Kushan?” A’Si lost his aggressive demeanor, and he took hold of the attendant, making exaggerated facial expressions on the spot. “After all, I am—”

However, before he could finish his sentence, his head was pressed down by the attendant named San Zi. “What are you telling the kid?”

A’Si clicked his tongue and changed his approach. “Brat, what’s your name?”

Silk-robed boy: “This Little Master never changes my name or my seat. My surname is He, and my name is Jiu!”

He proudly raised his head, not hiding the rich aura about him.

“Fine, I’ll remember you,” A’Si said with malicious intent.

Qu Linfeng remained silent. A man in his thirties seriously quarreling with a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old kid made quite a ridiculous scene. He glanced weakly at San Zi, seeing a very similar look of fatigue on the latter’s face.

The children weren’t allowed to scout ahead, and they didn’t encounter any dangers. As time passed, the group almost began to treat this as a leisurely outing. Some even picked up maple leaves, chatting more lightly and happily. At this moment, Qu Linfeng suddenly sensed a strange presence.

Someone was spying on them with a gaze full of hostility.

He immediately pulled He Jiu, who was still in a huff. The expressions of San Zi and A’Si turned serious at once. He Jiu quickly regained his senses, drawing a small knife from his side.

“Who’s there?!”

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Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 164: Sect Leader

On the second day of their stay at the inn, Shi Jingzhi, as usual, slept until late morning. He instinctively reached out beside him, but only felt the coldness of the empty bed.

While Sect Master Shi was still lost in a gentle dream, he suddenly landed on the floor. From the room’s decorations to the snow outside the window, everything looked eerily familiar. An unnerving thought crossed his mind—

Could all of his memories have been just a dream? Maybe he had fainted in the snow, and everything he remembered was a mere illusion.

The Child of Desire, the Hanging Tree, the Immortal founding general, and his dearly beloved all seemed absurdly distant to him, who had just stepped into this world.

As soon as this thought arose, Shi Jingzhi woke up completely. Wearing only his robe and barefooted, he rushed to the corner to check his flag. Confirming that the writing on the flag was indeed by Yin Ci and that his sect leader’s jade pendant was still intact, he finally caught his breath. He shivered belatedly as cold sweat formed on his forehead.

The inn run by Auntie Li was simple, and the room wasn’t very warm. Feeling the chill, Shi Jingzhi was about to rush back to his blanket when he saw Yin Ci at the door holding a tray with chicken soup.

Yin Ci, neatly dressed and with the fragrant soup in hand, looked at Shi Jingzhi’s indecision between the tray and the blanket.

Yin Ci: “……”

Yin Ci put the soup on the table and said, “Go back to bed. Why are you running around in such a state? You’ll catch a cold.”

Of course, Shi Jingzhi didn’t listen. He quickly put on his shoes and hugged Yin Ci tightly, trying to steal his warmth.

“I thought it was all a dream,” Shi Jingzhi mumbled, burying his nose in Yin Ci’s neck.

Yin Ci paused for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching into a slight smile. “The old lady probably wakes up early and perhaps doesn’t want to prepare her own food so I got up early, fearing she might be waiting hungrily… How about next time, I leave half a sleeve for you*?”

*This is referring to the term cut sleeve regarding the homosexual relationship between Emperor Ai of Han and his lover Dong Xian. The story goes that after falling asleep on the same bed, Emperor Ai cut his sleeve rather than disturb the sleeping Dong Xian when he had to get out of bed. Thus, the term cut sleeve is used to regard someone as a homosexual.

Shi Jingzhi stopped and remained silent, seemingly considering the suggestion.

Seeing Shi Jingzhi’s silly reaction, Yin Ci laughed. “Alright, alright. You prepare your medicine today, and I’ll sew you a sachet to calm your mind. Hang it by your bed, and it’ll be the first thing you see in the morning.”

Shi Jingzhi finally let go. “I’ll freshen up so the noodles don’t become soggy.”

Auntie Li originally wanted to save some soup for herself, but Shi Jingzhi ate it all. Although he had paid for it, Auntie Li still felt a bit upset. However, she hoped that the two would stay longer.

Later, with a belly full of food, Shi Jingzhi brought two stools outside the inn to enjoy the snow. Using his inner force to warm the wine, the master and disciple had a casual drink. The snow-covered landscape, paired with warm wine and a cold wind, seemed to slow time itself.

Feeling content, Yin Ci wanted to make some snacks to accompany their drink. Auntie Li took the opportunity to pull him aside.

“Little brat, how long are you and your fox… master staying?”

“Not sure, but at least half a month.”

“That’s great.” The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that she now had a source of food secured for the next half month.

Feeling pleased for a moment, she then thought about it and said, “Wait, this doesn’t make sense. My place is deep in the mountains and forests, with no villages in front and no shops behind. What are you two doing here?”

Could it be that the legendary fox spirit’s residence is on Kushan?

After preparing two small dishes, Yin Ci smiled and said, “We plan to establish a martial sect here. It will become lively in the future.”

“You’re teasing me. Even bandits don’t want to come to this place. Who would want to set up a martial sect here?”

Moreover, aside from her inn on the mountain, there were only a few scattered huts built by hunters. With no one to care for the surroundings, wildflowers and plants grew everywhere. There wasn’t much of a view. Beyond this mountain, on the side of Kushan, there was Juyi Valley, rumored to be filled with evil spirits. Auntie Li pondered for a while but couldn’t think of any benefits of living on Kushan.

Were they so idle that they wanted to cultivate this wasteland?

“I’m not fooling you. In the future, this will be the birthplace of the sect from which leaders of the martial world emerge.”

Auntie Li stood still, almost dropping the bun in her hand. Leaders of the martial world? She had never even seen a genuine disciple of a major sect, let alone someone of that stature. But looking at Yin Ci’s demeanor, it didn’t seem like he was joking.

After being stunned for a while, not caring if she was being intrusive, she hurriedly approached Yin Ci.

Shi Jingzhi was happily eating bamboo shoots. Startled by the old lady’s sudden approach, he almost choked. This time, Auntie Li didn’t care about the fox spirit or any other stories. She grabbed Yin Ci somewhat helplessly. “You’ve been outside. You know a lot. If this martial sect is established, what should I do?”

“My son married into a wealthy family and doesn’t want his old mother to bother them. My daughter married far away, and their situation is just average. I don’t want to be a burden on her… This inn is my last memory of my late husband. I can’t let it go!”

Shi Jingzhi finally swallowed his bamboo shoots and coughed for a while. “Establishing a martial sect means more customers. Why are you making it sound so bad?”

“With more people coming, the shop owners in the town will also come. I’m old and can’t prepare many dishes, and I can’t hire many helpers. How can I compete with them?”

Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci: “……”

Is it really just an issue of limited dishes?

“If you’re not busy, can you help or find someone willing to come? Demons are fine too; anything is fine. I provide room and board. I can at least afford to hire one person.”

The master and disciple looked at each other, both remaining silent.

Seeing no one respond, Auntie Li became even more anxious. “If I can find someone, I will offer a fat chicken to Ancestral Fox Spirit every month!”

After saying that, she tried to kneel down.

Shi Jingzhi quickly stepped forward and held her up. “No need, no need. We do feel a connection to this place. How about you name a price, and we buy the whole place from you? What do you think?”

At this, Auntie Li’s legs went weak, and it took her a long time to stand straight again. After catching her breath, she shook her head determinedly. “I won’t sell.”

Shi Jingzhi looked expectantly at her.

“I told you, this place belongs to me and my late husband. Even if I had money, I wouldn’t want to leave.”

As she spoke, Auntie Li glanced at the falling snow outside the window, her face revealing a hint of melancholy.

Yin Ci instantly understood. During his time on Kushan, he knew that Auntie Li missed her children, but he had never seen them come to visit. Even if she had money and lived elsewhere, it might not necessarily make her happier.

Shi Jingzhi thought for a moment. “Then you manage the shop, and we’ll fund the hiring. You can help manage the finances, and I’ll pay you two taels of silver every month. You’ve taken care of my disciple… A’Ci, for so long. I, as his master, should show some gratitude.”

After saying this, Sect Master Shi affectionately put his arm around Yin Ci’s shoulder. Yin Ci didn’t pull away but instead seemed more relaxed. The two looked picturesque against the snowy backdrop, making the inn appear more rustic. But the way they looked at each other, their bond seemed to grow stronger.

Auntie Li: “…..” I’m too old to watch this.

She glared. “Then I’ll name my price. I want two hundred taels of silver. Can you afford it?”

“Of course.”

“Deal!”

A month later.

Auntie Li was thoroughly convinced and deeply believed that the Ancestral Fox Spirit was a genuine fox spirit. Not to mention she got her two hundred taels of silver, but others wouldn’t have the leisure—the master-disciple duo hired craftsmen from the town to renovate the inn. They even personally chose a spacious and quiet room for themselves.

The room was decorated as if it were a residence fitting for immortals.

Auntie Li had plenty to eat and drink, and with nothing to do, she sat at the door watching the woodwork. The materials that the Ancestral Fox Spirit found weren’t luxurious, but they were top-notch wood, resistant to both insects and moisture. The mere cost of labor and materials was staggering. Not to mention the bottles and jars, which at first glance were of premium quality.

It was unclear where all the money came from.

The old woman might be righteous to some extent, but she didn’t have the heart to investigate thoroughly. She had changed into a new outfit, and, unusually, her clothes were scented. Auntie Li just watched the workers, sipping her tea and munching on sunflower seeds. It had been decades since she had enjoyed such a lively scene.

As for Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci, the two of them had gone out early in the morning to hunt and play in the snow. They left a message saying a familiar face would visit later. The old lady specially saved a bowl of steamed meat, thinking of serving it to the guest at lunch.

By noon, the workers were enjoying their food and drink when a raggedly dressed man entered.

Auntie Li quickly rubbed her hands. “Looking for someone?”

The man had nothing in his hands, was dirty all over, and had a short knife tied to his waist. Just from his appearance, he didn’t seem like the usual merchant. The old woman noticed the man’s broad shoulders and round face, as well as the smell of wild animals on him. She pondered for a moment and then asked in a lower voice, “Are you the Ancestral Bear Spirit?”

The man: “…”

He looked suspiciously at the old woman. The inn seemed to be owned by someone wealthy, but why did the owner seem a bit… off?

The person who actually came was the sand bandit, Ma Shili.

Years ago, when the martial world was in chaos, Ma Shili was captured by Shi Zhongyu and was made a trophy at a martial arts conference. Afterward, when the Imperial Preceptor linage was exposed, with a traitor emerging from Taiheng, the faction fell into turmoil. Ma Shili, being just a small fry among the bandits, managed to escape during the chaos.

Unfortunately, the chaotic world he hoped for didn’t come.

The Emperor, who had been seriously ill, gradually recovered. Two immortals descended and beat back Luojiu. The area near Shafu returned to the control of the Chigou Sect. The new Patriarch was ruthless, so the bandits didn’t dare harass the citizens, leaving them scattered.

Upon returning to Shafu, Ma Shili found himself without a gang. With the sand bandits almost extinct, Ma Shili considered becoming a mountain bandit.

He ventured to Kushan, which was known to be desolate and remote, without a single mountain bandit in sight. Ma Shili wanted to become the first mountain bandit here!

However, the name of the place reminded him of the notorious Kushan Sect from the martial world. After the martial arts conference, many had investigated the Kushan Sect, but their exact location remained unknown.

He figured it was just a name coincidence. Now, just as he had taken to the mountains, he had found such a golden opportunity.

Auntie Li, seeing him silent, assumed he was being cautious. She chuckled and said mysteriously, “Ancestral Bear Spirit, it’s fine. I’ve met the fox spirit.”

Ma Shili internally shook his head, thinking the old woman was crazy.

“I’m here to find someone,” he mumbled, glancing at the resting workers and occasionally at the precious items in the inn. “Old lady, take me to him, please.”

He knew he couldn’t fight the strong workers with his mediocre skills, so he planned to isolate the “crazy old woman” first.

The “crazy old woman” wasn’t fooled. “The two are out and won’t be back for a while. Have some food first. I’ve saved a bowl of steamed meat for you. If you know them, you should be familiar with the cooking skills of my son-in-law… It’s so delicious.”

Realizing the inn was managed by the woman’s daughter and son-in-law, who probably made some money and returned to help their old mother, Ma Shili’s mind raced. Once the strong workers left, wouldn’t it be easy to take control?

Ma Shili was overjoyed and immediately sat down. “Bring the wine and meat!”

“Okay!”

Auntie Li happily served warm fruit wine, steamed meat with bamboo shoots, stewed radish, and a big bowl of white rice. Ma Shili ate heartily, discarding any polite pretenses. He hadn’t expected such delicious food in this remote mountain area. The food was so good that he almost teared up.

He truly hugged the bowl like a bear, eating the rice so ferociously that it seemed like projectiles were flying everywhere. The two dishes were scraped so clean that they looked even cleaner than after being washed.

As he enjoyed his meal, he felt elated.

This “crazy old woman” must have a good daughter. Maybe the young couple made their fortune by running an inn? Later, he’d take a look at the young lady. If she was pretty, he could kidnap her and enjoy delicious meals daily.

The masters were also full from food and drink. Only one was left to guard the tools, while the rest went down the mountain to fetch materials as dawn broke. As soon as Ma Shili saw them leave, his expression changed instantly, and he flipped the table. The intact dishes and bowls crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The kind smile on Auntie Li’s face slowly vanished.

“Hand over your silver taels and money strings,” Ma Shili demanded.

Stepping on a fallen stool, Ma Shili let out a burp. The master left behind was a carver, a man of small stature who was now silent as a cicada in winter.

“Today, I’m in a good mood, so I won’t hurt you,” Ma Shili threatened. “When your daughter returns, you better behave. If things go well, we might even become family.”

Auntie Li: “…?” Did I think too much? What is this man talking about?

“I’m actually looking for a young wife to warm my bed. Burp! And she’ll be the main wife, the future lady of this Kushan stronghold.”

Auntie Li silently concluded, “A bandit? He must have been hinting at that.”

For some reason, Ma Shili sensed a hint of disappointment in her tone. Before he could process further, a sharp pain hit his head. The old woman was surprisingly swift, directly grabbing a stool and smashing it onto his head.

The stool wasn’t heavy, so the damage was limited. Auntie Li continued to attack with the stool, cursing him in a local dialect so vulgar that even Ma Shili, a countryside bandit, couldn’t stand to hear it.

The old woman, fierce like an enraged badger, swung the stool relentlessly, seemingly unfazed by the dagger in Ma Shili’s possession.

Ma Shili was taken aback. He had always been reckless, but this old woman seemed even more fearless. Intending to rob and perhaps commit more heinous acts, he relied on his tough skin and bones to stay conscious. The good mood from the delicious meal was completely gone, and Ma Shili’s bandit instincts surfaced.

He rashly raised his dagger, aiming straight for Auntie Li’s heart—

Snap.

Before he could thrust forward, a snow-covered stone struck his wrist. The pain numbed Ma Shili’s hand, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Auntie Li didn’t hesitate. She didn’t care where the stone came from and quickly picked up the dagger, preparing to stab him. Suddenly, a figure descended from above and effortlessly pinched the blade between two fingers, redirecting it.

“Alright, auntie. It’s really not worth it to dirty your hands for such trash,” the man said with a playful smile. “How about I kill him and make some human meat buns for you to vent your anger?”

This young man was very handsome, with captivating eyes and a dark mole, exuding an irresistible charm that couldn’t be hidden.

Auntie Li realized. By his looks, this must be the friend of the fox spirit.

“A’Si, stop messing around,” another voice chimed in with a hint of resignation. “…Auntie, we’ll deal with this man. Please rest for now. I’ll check your injuries later.”

Seeing the person enter, Auntie Li had another realization. With his red eyes, this had to be a demon! The fox spirit seemed loyal, bringing friends from the mountain when he became successful. But wasn’t it said that only one would come?

“A’Si” clicked his tongue and nonchalantly immobilized Ma Shili’s acupoints. “Just kill him. We’re in a deep forest. We can easily find a pit to bury him. We know him; he’s a criminal with many lives on his hands.”

“The fact is he escaped is Taiheng’s negligence, so according to the rules of the martial world—”

“We need to look at the bigger picture, identify and fix the gaps, and act according to the rules of the righteous martial world,” Su Si said with a practiced tone. “Will a little flexibility kill you?”

He spoke sarcastically but still diligently tied up Ma Shili and tossed him into the corner.

Upon recognizing Patriarch Su, Ma Shili was completely stunned. After all, he was once a bandit who operated in Shafu, and this face could be said to be etched into his nightmares. Unfortunately, his acupoints were sealed so completely that he couldn’t utter a single word. Those red eyes were even more recognizable—they belonged to Yan Qing, the Martial Alliance Leader who originated from the Kushan Sect.

What is this righteous and evil duo doing here? Patriarch Su, why did you travel such a long distance to Kushan? Aren’t you concerned about your sect’s affairs? And what’s with the familiar ambiance between the two of them?

This was collusion between righteous and evil forces! Ma Shili’s eyes were filled with rage.

It seemed like Yan Qing could hear Ma Shili’s inner thoughts, and he sighed with a hint of resignation. “I heard that a large tomb has appeared in the desert, and Chigou is keen to explore it. Why did you come here on your own? Don’t your Protectors care?”

“They can’t control me.”

“I came here to discuss founding a new sect, not for fun. You’ve built your reputation with great difficulty; don’t let it go to waste.”

“Well said, I am here for serious matters!” Su Si lifted the table that had fallen to the ground and slapped it dramatically. “You know, that bastard Shen Zhu stole my goose. Without it, how will my Divine Chigou predict good and bad fortune? Hence, I came seeking Leader Yan’s renowned divination skills.”

Yan Qing frowned, his tone serious and solemn. “This is the 236^th time you’ve sought my divination. If it’s that bothersome, I can send someone to contact Miss Shen and ask her to return the goose.”

Su Si: “…”

Su Si: “Wait, no! She took it to deal with the Luojiu Hanging Tree, a righteous cause for the country and its people. You, as a righteous figure, demanding the return of a goose, how does that look? I seek your divination as a form of compensation from the righteous martial world to my sect. It’s only fair.”

Yan Qing seemed to have an epiphany and quickly nodded in agreement.

Ma Shili rolled his eyes—everyone in the martial world would say that Leader Yan is powerful, efficient, and just, with little ambition. Now it seemed he wasn’t just without ambition, but also gullible! And that usually ruthless Patriarch Su now seemed devoid of any malicious aura, looking… looking just like an ordinary person.

But their martial arts skills were genuine and solid. Ma Shili felt a wave of fatigue and wished he could just pass out.

What could be the significance of the “young couple” that these two came specially to see? The “young lady” he coveted might be the top disciple of the Kushan Sect, whose martial arts were said to be terrifying.

Though beautiful, she could crush him with a single finger.

Ma Shili regretted his previous decisions. He hadn’t heard that Yin Ci had a mother. How did the work at the Yueshui Pavilion turn out like this?

Although Auntie Li didn’t understand the whole story, she got the gist of it. She turned to Yan Qing with a grin. “Bringing guests without notice, I understand. Haa, I fed the meat I had prepared to the pigs and dogs.”

After saying this, she shot a glance at Ma Shili.

Yan Qing laughed heartily. “No worries, Auntie. Just prepare a couple of home-cooked dishes.”

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When Yin Ci and Shi Jingzhi returned to the inn, Su Si was listlessly slumped over the table, playing with some overcooked noodles with a slightly unfocused gaze. Yan Qing was busy by the stove, sweating profusely. Poor Yan Qing, having been the Martial Alliance Leader for so many years, hadn’t cooked in decades, let alone with such a big pot. Judging by the smell, his culinary results weren’t promising.

Seeing Yin Ci, Su Si straightened up, looking torn between rushing over and staying put. He finally managed to stand straight and gave a respectful bow.

“Senior, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-storied pagoda,” Patriarch Su sincerely said. “The taste in my mouth is unbearable. Kindly offer something fresh.”

He spoke quietly, yet Auntie Li’s sharp gaze shot over. “What did you say, huh?”

Su Si instantly shrunk back.

Yin Ci glanced at Ma Shili in the corner—the masters who were transporting materials had all returned by now. Ma Shili was tied up in a bundle, surrounded by a group of people busily moving around, making him particularly conspicuous. Ma Shili seemed to have lost consciousness with some noodles stuffed in his mouth. The remnants of the noodles looked quite similar to those in Su Si’s bowl, giving off a certain aura of intentional retaliation.

Even the usually mild-mannered Yan Qing looked up, his eyes filled with a plea for help. Yin Ci couldn’t refuse and took over from Leader Yan. Shi Jingzhi moved to the stove’s side, using flames to get rid of the smell of pork skin.

As the sun set, the stewed meat was ready. The tender, glistening pork belly, cooked with fresh radish, tasted rich yet not greasy, with a hint of chili aroma.

Su Si remained silent, eating with both elegance and speed, a tear seemingly glistening in the corner of his eye.

Yan Qing refrained from eating. “Sect Master, since you called me back, is there something you need assistance with?”

The Kushan Sect planned to establish their sect on Kushan, which was now known to all. After the stabilization of Great Yun, the master and disciple of the Kushan Sect spent their days wandering the mountains and waters, and every year they went to the Yueshui Pavilion to pay some silver, just to maintain the name of the sect. After so many years, the only official disciple of the Kushan Sect was still Yin Ci.

Yin Ci: “You’ve been the alliance leader for all these years, and they respect you for it. But still using the title of a servant from the Kushan Sect is a bit much.”

The matter of the Hanging Tree spread widely, and Yan Budu’s identity as a Child of Desire also became known. The martial world would never forgive the madman, but when the aim of the Imperial Preceptor’s lineage to “chase and kill the Yan Clan’s descendants to prevent the Child of Desire from being lost and uncontrollable” was exposed, the righteous martial world couldn’t make things difficult for Yan Qing.

Yan Qing had a gentle temperament and was very thorough in his work, so no one could find fault with him. Over time, no one challenged this temporary alliance leader, and he continued in his role, rather unexpectedly, for many years.

Regarding his own status as a “servant of the Kushan Sect”, Yan Qing didn’t mind at all. With blood-red ghost eyes and the Yan Clan’s bloodline, which isn’t a topic of discussion?

Thinking that this was supposed to be a private meeting, Yan Qing suddenly realized. “The Kushan Sect has been kind to me. Sect Master, even if I’m just a servant, I want to retain my identity with the Kushan Sect.”

“Yes.” Su Si finally pulled his head out of the rice bowl. “Taiheng has been chasing the Yan Clan’s descendants the most. They intended to accept him as an elder to atone for their sins, but he refused. You two shouldn’t think of driving him away. Giving him an official title is more appropriate.”

Shi Jingzhi put down his chopsticks, and his expression became serious. “A man’s word is as good as gold. I really plan to only accept one disciple. This time I called him over here for something else—Yan Qing, going to the Yueshui Pavilion every year for procedures is really troublesome. I don’t want to be the sect leader anymore. You can do it.”

Su Si’s chopsticks “clacked” onto the table, while Yan Qing seemed to freeze in place.

“Who ever heard of passing the position of sect leader to a servant?!” Su Si’s voice changed in shock.

“Now you have,” Shi Jingzhi said solemnly. “Yan Qing’s reputation is sufficient now, and he has accumulated enough experience. He can handle this responsibility. As for me, being a Grandmaster is quite comfortable… Don’t worry, you can freely accept disciples, and Zizhu and I will come back from time to time to guide them.”

“…I think you two want the sect to continue but are too lazy to handle the chores, truly diverting the trouble,” Patriarch Su mumbled. After a glance from Yin Ci, Su Si quickly picked up his bowl and started eating rice grain by grain.

“We don’t plan to force him to inherit.”

Yin Ci poured a glass of wine, swishing it around.

“Managing a small sect doesn’t take much of my attention. But having the status of a sect leader, being able to truly influence the martial world… I think Yan Qing needs this path more than I do.”

This time, Su Si stayed silent.

He knew Yan Qing had no ambition. But just because a person had no ambition didn’t mean they didn’t have things they wanted to do. Every year on the death anniversary of Monk Juefei, Yan Qing would always climb back to Huilian Mountain, rain or shine, to pray for Monk Juefei. Su Si would always accompany him under the pretext of “an exchange between righteousness and evil”.

Facing the pagoda forest, Yan Qing would always meticulously narrate and organize what he had done, then introspect for three days.

The title of Martial Alliance Leader was significant, but as the martial world became more peaceful, he found it hard to interfere in other sects’ affairs. The last time, after Yan Qing reported his year’s activities, there was a hint of concern in his expression.

The things he could change were becoming fewer and fewer.

Did Yin Ci see through this? Su Si couldn’t quite guess.

Sure enough, Yan Qing didn’t have any complaints. After coming to his senses, he immediately agreed. “Thank you both. It’s a great honor.”

Shi Jingzhi: “Very good. Su Si, keep an eye on him when he’s selecting disciples. It’s fine to follow the righteous path, but let’s not turn our great Kushan Sect into another Taiheng… I can’t stand that kind of rigidity.”

He took off the jade pendant representing the sect leader from the flag and pushed it towards Yan Qing. “Take it, take it. Go to the Yueshui Pavilion another day for the procedures. My husband* and I are going to visit the Snow Mountain; we really don’t have the time.”

*[Shizang] (师丈) Refers to the husband of one’s master.

The jade pendant rolled along the wooden table, and if it wasn’t for Yan Qing’s quick reflexes, it would have fallen to the ground.

Yan Qing: “…”

Just like that?

The handover of the Kushan Sect’s leadership was rather too casual! When it was his turn, he would have to revise the process.

However, Yin Ci had always let Shi Jingzhi do as he pleased, and now his attention was elsewhere. “Where’s your Sword of Compassion?”

Yan Qing used to carry his sword all the time. Even if he didn’t have it on him, he would check on it regularly. From the beginning to the end of this meeting, Yan Qing didn’t seem distracted, and there was no sign of the Sword of Compassion in the room.

“Don’t mention it; he gave it to the Jianchen Temple a few days ago.” Su Si drank a whole glass of wine. “Such a treasure, in and out, and it’s gone!”

“The ‘Jade Chime Sword Technique’ isn’t picky about the sword. If one relies too much on the Sword of Compassion, it becomes an attachment,” Yan Qing said, lowering his eyes. “Also, to commemorate Venerable Kongshi, a personal belonging should be placed in the pagoda forest of the Jianchen Temple.”

Shi Jingzhi had always been sensitive to parting with treasures and immediately frowned. “Didn’t they find Kongshi’s remains? Is there something even more personal than bones?”

“According to Abbot Juehui’s words, Venerable Kongshi has been buried by someone and is connected to that rock in the mountains. Since there’s a connection, it’s not good to forcefully move the remains,” Yan Qing said.

“What a pity.” Shi Jingzhi sighed heavily, the tip of his chopsticks trembling slightly as he picked up the meat. “That’s a valuable thing.”

Yan Qing smiled awkwardly and finally started eating. The leader’s jade pendant was put into his pocket, pressing hard against his chest, making it a little uncomfortable.

The master and disciple didn’t ask further, and he didn’t continue to explain.

The monks indeed found the grave, but they only instructed that it be well maintained. After a grand ceremony, they left quietly.

They didn’t take Kongshi with them.

Yan Qing had also seen the refurbished tomb; it looked more formal than before. But the surroundings were still full of thriving apricot flowers and lush green grass. Wild apricots grew unharvested, and many new apricot trees sprung up nearby. When the flowering season arrived, the branches looked as if they were covered in thick snow, extremely elegant.

Indeed, a perfect place for burial.

After paying respects to this extraordinary monk, Yan Qing opened a bottle of light wine and poured it under the most flourishing apricot tree. The wine slowly seeped into the soil. Yan Qing hesitated for a moment but eventually said nothing.

The faint fragrance of apricot blossoms mixed with the scent of wine seemed to linger.

“…I will take on many disciples and teach them to be good with all my might,” Yan Qing suddenly said out of the blue.

Su Si paused, seemingly understanding. He remained silent for a while and didn’t tease Yan Qing.

“I will also be a good Patriarch of the demonic sect, and after I die, I will be more famous than Yan Budu,” he casually remarked, picking up a piece of radish with his chopsticks.

Perhaps, in a hundred years, red eyes will just be red eyes, and a person just a person.

The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other without words, and continued eating. But when they looked up, they saw the master and disciple back at the stove, cooking again. Looking at the stewed meat on the table—there was almost none left, just a little soup with radish. While the two of them were deep in thought, those two ‘beasts’ ate all the meat without a trace.

Su Si and Yan Qing: “…”

No wonder they were monsters; absolutely ruthless.

At this moment, Auntie Li finally finished her chores. She expertly served some rice and headed straight to the stove to serve dishes. In the end, she came to Su Si and Yan Qing’s table, smiling brightly.

“What kind of monsters are you two? Tell me?” The old lady teased. “I know that one’s a fox. I watched that kid Yin grow up. What about you two? How many years of cultivation?”

Su Si looked at her mysteriously and said, “Snake demon, cultivated for about twenty years. Just transformed and got tricked by that fox.”

“A’Si, you…”

“Let me introduce you; this one here is a tree spirit. Handsome right? He will stay on the mountain in the future and might visit from time to time.”

Yan Qing: “…”

Auntie Li gasped. “Really, anything can become a spirit. This is eye-opening. I heard that ghost eyes are ominous. Can you change its color?”

Su Si put some radish into Yan Qing’s bowl. “Who said so? He’s a kapok tree. His blossoms are very festive.”

Auntie Li looked at the close master and disciple by the stove, then at the lively young men beside her.

“True,” she murmured. “It is festive.”

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Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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Chapter 163: Lights

In the winter night, on Kushan.

Outside the inn, goose-feather snow was falling heavily. Inside, there was the bubbling sound of aged tea boiling. The front hall was dimly lit, but the charcoal fire gleamed heartwarmingly. Auntie Li sliced some steam buns and toasted them over the fire. The crispy buns, coupled with the newly bought spicy sauce, was quite satisfying.

Auntie Li’s life was decent. Several years ago, the war with Luojiu had little impact on her. This area was one of the most desolate in the Kushan region—a place so remote that even birds didn’t defecate there. Even bandits couldn’t bear to stay, and marauding bands seldom ventured there. From calm to chaos and back to tranquility, Auntie Li’s life remained largely unchanged.

The town on the other side of the mountain was wealthy, and its people knew when to flee from wars. However, the folks on her side were extremely poor; they were so apathetic that they wouldn’t even bother relocating. They could still buy food, not to mention that Auntie Li grew her own vegetables and grains and raised a few chickens. Even if everyone else fled from the mountain, she could still scrape by selling some mountain products.

Her children rarely came to visit, leaving the elderly woman to pass her days without much incident.

If there was one regret, Auntie Li did have it—

It was a pity that Yin Ci had followed the fox spirit and left. The other hunters seemed inexperienced. The game they brought back, like pheasants and rabbits, were old, weak, sick, or disabled, making them unpalatable. Just after the 15^th day of the lunar new year, she had wanted to treat herself to some meat. But the meat she received was so tough and bony that it left her appetite wanting. Thinking of Yin Ci’s culinary skills, she felt the toasted buns were a bit bland.

Alas, that brat Yin Ci had no relatives. He left with the fox spirit years ago and hadn’t sent any messages since. She wondered if he had been eaten by that fox spirit.

Should she have stopped him back then? Fox spirits were known to be malicious; she had read stories of them consuming humans without leaving even bones.

The more she thought about it, the more probable it seemed. She even lost her appetite for her buns, which were slathered with bright red spicy sauce. Each bite was so crunchy it seemed like she was chewing on bloody bones.

The next time she saw a fox, she was determined to drug it and sell its fur for gold. Last time… she had been enchanted by the fox spirit’s appearance and let her guard down.

As Auntie Li was lost in thought, the front hall door creaked open.

Two figures entered side by side, the flickering firelight revealing their faces. Auntie Li gasped and stood up abruptly. “Fox… fox spirit… fox demon!”

Wasn’t the one holding the “Medicine Cures Illness” flag the fox demon from years ago? After all these years, his complexion looked rosy and his hair was shiny, probably from consuming humans. With few young and strong men left on Kushan, this demon probably needed more than one to satiate his hunger, and now he brought a companion for a feast!

His companion also looked otherworldly. Both of them carried lanterns, and she had no idea what nefarious plans they had.

Auntie Li straightened up and grabbed an iron rod, but then hesitated. If she damaged their appearances with the stick, would their furs still sell well? Coveting the high-quality fur in her dreams, she stared blankly with the iron rod in hand.

Shi Jingzhi: “……”

Shi Jingzhi: “You still remember me.”

Auntie Li eyed Shi Jingzhi’s waist, looking for a fox tail. “I certainly do not.”

This old woman looked at them with a strange gaze, but Sect Master Shi wasn’t keen on investigating. He carefully moved aside and hid the lantern he held to a safer place.

This was the precious lantern they had bought in Yidu. Zizhu personally picked it out for him. Shi Jingzhi treated it with care, carrying it all the way through the snowstorm. It would be quite the spectacle if it were broken by the old woman’s rod; he wouldn’t know where to cry.

Yin Ci, having watched enough drama, deliberately cleared his throat and began in the voice of “Hunter Yin Ci”. “Auntie, it’s me.”

Auntie Li’s brows furrowed, her eyes widened, and her voice became several times sharper. “Oh, so it’s you, the beast that ate my boy, even imitating his voice now! Take this!”

Her stick thrust was incredibly swift. Yin Ci was taken by surprise but dodged gracefully.

Auntie Li exclaimed, “Why are you dodging? Surely a fox spirit; that little brat never had such skills!”

Yin Ci: “…” Even though he had mortal eyes now, the end of that iron rod was red-hot, so of course he had to dodge! Seeing the old woman’s face turn red with anger, he stepped forward, snatched the rod from her, and stuffed a small golden bead into her hand. The whole move was fluid and seamless.

Auntie Li looked as if she’d been stunned, freezing on the spot. Once she came to her senses, she tucked the golden bead into her bosom, and her tone became somewhat more refined. “Are you two here for a meal or to stay?”

It was as if she didn’t recognize the iron rod on the ground.

Shi Jingzhi was impressed and almost applauded on the spot. Yin Ci, both amused and frustrated, called out again, “Auntie, it’s really me.”

Having received the gold, Auntie Li couldn’t get angry anymore. She looked Yin Ci up and down, still appearing distrustful. Without hesitation, Yin Ci started cooking chicken soup, even finding the old woman’s secret sauce. The process was smooth and skilled.

Once the golden chicken soup was served, Auntie Li’s doubts were finally cleared. “Little brat, why do you look so different now? Even your eyes are not the same!”

The reasons were complex and not easy to explain in one sentence. Before Yin Ci could answer, Shi Jingzhi interjected, “I accepted him as my disciple and have been guiding him in his cultivation. I have transformed him, a process called ‘rebirth from the bones’.”

Sect Master Shi’s eyes sparkled with sincerity. The old lady had always been susceptible to such stories and was immediately in awe.

Yin Ci whispered, “…Are you addicted to playing a fox spirit?”

Shi Jing protested, “Which part of what I said was false?”

After some thought, Yin Ci couldn’t refute.

Auntie Li suddenly understood. Fox spirits were, after all, known for their cultivation. As long as Yin Ci was alive, it was fine. She quickly drank the soup, her anger dissipating. “Very well, very well. I’ll prepare two of our best rooms for you. Little brat, do you still want a bath?”

“Just one room,” Shi Jingzhi said casually, “and the biggest bathtub.”

Auntie Li’s spoon paused, suspicion returning to her eyes.

Shi Jingzhi: “That’s how we immortals are. When we take a disciple, it’s like choosing a life partner. We’re already intimate, so it’s only natural for me and my partner to share a room.”

Auntie Li choked on her soup with a gasp.

The old woman coughed for a while, instinctively wanting to voice her objections. But then she thought about how this fox spirit had performed magic and trained Yin Ci, and indeed, Yin Ci seemed much more spirited and lively, so she found it hard to voice her concerns. The old lady hesitated for a moment, slowly finished her chicken soup, and then let out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t understand the younger generation. As long as you treat him well, there’s nothing I can say.”

To her, it seemed that the fox spirit must have seen something special in Yin Ci. Why else would it have abducted an ordinary hunter on a snowy day?

Auntie Li’s children rarely visited, and now that Yin Ci had returned, he was… taken by a demon. Her heart ached, and she suddenly set down her bowl, rummaging in the cash drawer.

Amidst the puzzled glances of the two, she pulled out an old book. She carefully held it and, with a sigh, handed it to Yin Ci. “We’ve shared a fate. This is a cultivation secret manual my son bought at a great price. You take it.”

Upon seeing the title on the cover, Yin Ci’s eyelids twitched.

…In this era, which clueless “immortal” would directly use “Cultivation Secrets” as a book title? Especially when the character “籍” was mistakenly written as “藉”*. The old woman’s son probably bought some random book, thinking his illiterate mother wouldn’t notice, trying to fool her.

*Clarity: The book title is supposed to be “修仙秘籍” but the 籍 was miswritten as 藉, so rather than “Cultivation Secrets” it’s more like “Cultivating Secret Loans”.

However, although Auntie Li was often described as aggressive and greedy, she was fundamentally a kind-hearted person. In a world where people come and go, age-wise, she was considered younger than Yin Ci. In terms of affection, she might be the closest thing to family he had. Whether it was out of loneliness or her genuine nature, she had always taken care of “Hunter Yin Ci” without holding back.

Yin Ci took the old book with both hands, deliberately making his expression serious. “Thank you, Auntie.”

Seeing the once aloof young man show some warmth, Auntie Li felt deeply gratified. She cheerfully prepared water and a room, refraining from intervening in their affairs. As for the book, Yin Ci temporarily handed it to Shi Jingzhi for safekeeping and continued his work in the kitchen. Shi Jingzhi, who loved collecting trinkets, always carried various bundles and was reluctant to throw anything away.

Late at night.

After eating simple meals of steamed buns and cabbage for nearly a month, Auntie Li now had Yin Ci cook for her, and he made a splendid feast. The elderly lady ate absent-mindedly and, without much movement, went to her inner room to sleep. Shi Jingzhi, however, took Yin Ci to the bathtub, and both of them enjoyed their time immersed in the warm water.

Yin Ci wasn’t sure if he was seeing things, but amidst the steam, he felt Shi Jingzhi’s complexion seemed a bit redder than usual.

“Is the water too hot?” Yin Ci asked with concern. “You don’t have to bear with it; I can use my inner force to cool it down a bit.”

Playing with the water, Shi Jingzhi’s gaze was a bit distant. “Have you read that book?”

Yin Ci: “I gave it to you right away. Afterwards, my hands were oily and bloody; I couldn’t even touch it. Why, is there something wrong with the book?”

Could it be that it was actually a manual full of techniques?

“Well, it’s not exactly problematic. It mentions methods of dual cultivation, quite… ahem, sensual and practical. I think it’s feasible. Would you be willing to try it with me?”

‘…Ah, so that’s why Auntie Li’s son was lying. It’s just a vulgar novel,’ Yin Ci thought expressionless, then pinched Shi Jingzhi’s earlobe. The latter was already reddened from the heat and now resembled a crab in a pot.

“It’s settled then. I won’t read it.” Yin Ci moved closer, whispering in his ear, “As your disciple, I don’t want to read words. Since you’ve taken me as your disciple, you should teach me in person, in detail.”

His fingertips slowly slid down, with droplets of water tracing paths on the skin, merging and separating.

“Speaking of which, I am a disciple taken in by a fox spirit. How can a disciple not listen to what his Shizun says? No matter what you teach, I will accept it wholeheartedly—”

Steam floated around, the light from the flames flickering. The orange glow illuminated the fair skin, with droplets of water adding a hint of intimacy.

The two had been intimate for several years, and Yin Ci had long become accustomed to the Child of Desire’s strength. He was originally very laid-back and would occasionally tease in return, amusedly watching the other lose control and pant heavily. Unexpectedly, this “Cultivation Secrets” was written by an unknown author, and its methods were somewhat unconventional. At first, he nonchalantly embraced Shi Jingzhi, but after half an hour, Yin Ci had to use both hands to hold onto the edge of the tub just to keep some clarity in his mind.

The other’s heated breath hit his back, leaving him feeling as though his brain was melting into syrup. The water not only didn’t cool down but seemed to get hotter, with the sound of splashing ever-present, causing a warm and ticklish sensation.

It seemed another passionate night was on the horizon.

Outside the window, the north wind howled, and snow was continuously falling, covering the mountain road completely. A deer stepped on the snow crust, passing behind the inn. Only one window in the inn remained lit, standing out starkly in the dark, snowy night.

Peeping through the window gap, two ornate lamps were placed closely in front of the window, burning brightly.

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End of the main text~

Up next, there will be extra chapters, but they will not necessarily be updated daily. During this period, there might be text revisions and corrections; please ignore the “modifications made” note.

I feel that this word count is quite comfortable, and in the future, I might stick to the 600k-800k range! I hope this isn’t just wishful thinking.

I had an unstable update schedule towards the end of this novel because I was busy with interviews. I deeply apologize OTZ and thank you all for your understanding!

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The next book “Evil As Humans” is tentatively set to start this year. The exact start date will depend on my work situation _(:з」∠)

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As is customary, a preview of the upcoming story:

Three paths once lay before Yin Ren:

A force presented a blood sacrifice, asking him for his evil qi.

An organization administered a spiritual contract, asking him to walk the path of righteousness.

An enthusiastic person called the police on the spot, saying he was carrying a controlled knife and cordially invited him to the police station.

The Thousand-Year-Old Great Evil Mr. Yin: Thank you for your invitation. People just broke the seal to the world and all I want to do is to lie down. I choose option three.

Wasn’t it just acting dumb and pretending to be pitiful? This he could do.

The people who maintain peace of the world vs The Ghost King who just wants to be a salted fish.

Let the game of hide and seek commence…

Atheist Gong × Strongest Evil Spirit Shou

It’s a fun (?) adventure with a slight supernatural pseudo-detective story, where an atheist bumps into a supreme evil.

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Kinky Thoughts:

With this, we’ve reached the end of this novel, with a few extras remaining. I hope you enjoyed it. Having read all of Nian Zhong’s work (to date), I would have ranked this equal to Stray (though with my bias of reading Stray first, it still stands as my #1 favorite). The writing was very reminiscent of Stray.

I really did like this novel quite a bit, and had I read it first, I probably would have liked it more than Stray. Nevertheless, I do love all of Nian Zhong’s works. You can check out all her novels that I’ve done by going to the projects page.

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