Su Baiyi closed the door for Xie Yuling and walked back into the courtyard. At that moment, a white butterfly fluttered down onto his hand. Su Baiyi looked at the butterfly and smiled. "This butterfly is truly amazing, always able to find us." "Senior Brother may not be skilled in martial arts, but his mastery of mechanisms is unparalleled in the world.” Nangong Xi'er walked over, took the white butterfly, then clenched her right hand, crushing it into dust. She scattered the dust on the ground and unfolded the hidden note . "What does it say?" Feng Zuojun eagerly leaned closer. Nangong Xi'er frowned slightly. "Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm, Second House gains power, three days later, the new sect master will have a grand ceremony." "What about my father?" Feng Zuojun asked anxiously. Nangong Xi'er continued to read, "Feng Yuhan, whereabouts unknown." "Let's go!" Feng Zuojun waved his hand, and the door opened once again. Xie Yuling, fully dressed, was holding Feng Zuojun's long saber in his right hand. He stepped out, tossed the saber to Feng Zuojun, who caught it. Xie Yuling walked past him, adjusting his clothes, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!" At the entrance of Moran Manor. Mo Bai looked somewhat regretful. "Leaving just like that? How about I go with you?" "Such a large manor relies on you. This journey is fraught with unknown dangers, so Senior Brother should stay here. If someone from the academy comes to help, please inform them about our situation," Nangong Xi'er replied. "Of course, of course," Mo Bai nodded.…
Mo Bai had barely finished speaking when the figure in black reappeared atop the courtyard wall. The wind gently lifted the hem of his clothes as he rested the giant saber on his shoulder, slightly bent over, and looked down at the two people below. No, at one person. He only looked at Su Baiyi, sizing him up from head to toe, as if Mo Bai didn't even exist. Mo Bai, however, was so terrified that he couldn't even speak. He was a direct disciple of the Confucian Sage, and although he ultimately didn't achieve the rank of gentleman, he had been considered exceptionally talented during his time at the academy. Yet, facing this person, all his pride and courage vanished in an instant. Su Baiyi looked up to meet the man's gaze. The man appeared to be in his thirties, and would have been considered handsome if not for a long scar that ran from his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, giving him a somewhat frightening appearance. The man smiled at Su Baiyi, and Su Baiyi smiled back. "It's nothing, I'm just here to take a look at you." The man said slowly. Su Baiyi nodded. "And what can you see?" "Your senior disciple is so scared he can barely stand, yet you remain calm. This composure alone is worthy of the surname Su." The man straightened up. "I think we'll meet again soon." With that, he turned and finally left. Su Baiyi slowly exhaled. "I don't even know who you are, so of course I'm…
Su Baiyi remained silent for a long time before recovering from the shock. He slowly said, "Second sister-in-law said that the city lord of Jimo also encountered someone who cultivated the Immortals’ Book. The world's best swordsman couldn't even withstand ten moves from that person. Could the opponent you mentioned, sir, be the same person? Was this person the target of the Weilong Alliance back then?" Dongfang Xiaoyue neither agreed nor disagreed, but said softly, "Legend has it that there were once five immortal mountains in the world, named Daiyu, Yuanjiao, Fanghu, Yingzhou, and Penglai. According to ancient books, each mountain was thirty thousand miles in circumference, with a flat top nine thousand miles wide. The mountains were seventy thousand miles apart, yet considered neighbors. The pavilions and terraces on top were made of gold and jade, and the birds and beasts were all pure white. Trees of pearls and jade grew in clusters, their flowers and fruits were delicious, and eating them granted eternal life. The inhabitants were all immortal beings, flying back and forth day and night, too numerous to count. However, the five mountains had no roots and constantly drifted with the tides. Eventually, two mountains drifted away, disappearing without a trace, leaving only Fanghu, Yingzhou, and Penglai. But these three mountains also remain elusive, with no one knowing their location..." Su Baiyi was puzzled, "What exactly do you mean, Confucian Sage?" "Some things are better learned gradually. Su Baiyi, your background is extraordinary, but in my eyes, all beings in the world are the same. Don't…
The spring thunder rumbles. "Whoa!" Su Muyu abruptly pulled on the reins, calming the black steed beneath him that had suddenly grown skittish. This black horse was a fine steed he had carefully selected, and it wouldn't normally be spooked by a mere clap of thunder. Once the horse had calmed down a bit, Su Muyu raised his head and looked at the three figures who had suddenly appeared before him. The leader of the group carried a massive sword on his back. He was a burly man with a gentle smile on his face. Beside him stood two women with alluring figures. One was dressed in bewitching purple, while the other wore flowing red robes that resembled dancing flames. The burly man smiled, "Brother Yu, you truly live up to your name. Wherever you go, rain follows." Su Muyu frowned slightly. “Su Changli, Su Ziyi, Su Hongxi. Did Changhe send you?” The burly man, named Su Changli, nodded and said, "Big Brother sent me. He said to stop you, and if that’s not possible…” Su Hongxi, the woman in red, giggled, covering her mouth. “Then we’ll have to put you to sleep.” Su Muyu's pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately dismounted. A small, crimson flower, strangely alluring, shot towards him, thrown by Su Hongxi with a flick of her wrist. As Su Muyu landed, the flower whizzed past his head, its six petals suddenly bursting open, instantly piercing through the body of the black horse. Su Muyu hurriedly opened his umbrella and retreated, shielding himself from the splattering blood.…
Lulai Town, Chenghua Inn. A gaunt man sat in the room, leisurely brewing tea. Xie Changze and Xie Jinke stood before him, their backs drenched in cold sweat, not daring to breathe. "You fought with Su Muyu?" The man raised his head, revealing heavy dark circles under his eyes. He looked like a skeleton draped in skin. Xie Changze said in a low voice, "Yes." With a "pa" sound, the man placed a teacup on the table. Xie Changze and Xie Jinke both shuddered. "We were incompetent and not his match. We let him escape!" Xie Jinke hurriedly said. "Ridiculous." The man slowly poured tea into the cup. "That was Su Muyu. What are you two? If you could defeat him, wouldn't our Dark River's reputation be a joke? I'm not angry that you lost to him, but that you let that Divine Doctor meet our Patriarch!" Xie Changze sighed softly, "The Divine Doctor had already left when we arrived at White Crane Apothecary." "Idiots, as expected." The man took a slow sip of tea and sighed. "The young woman you let go was the Divine Doctor." "Impossible. That woman looked under twenty. How could she be Xin Baicao's junior aunt?" Xie Changze frowned. "And Su Zhe of the Su family also verified that the woman wasn't wearing a human skin mask." TN: You might notice that Bai Hehuai is referred to as both "junior uncle" and "junior aunt" throughout this translation. The reason is the gender-neutral nature of the original term in Chinese, and Bai Hehuai's name also does…
"Leave the Su family, go where you want to go, and do what you want to do. For hundreds of years, this is something that no one has been allowed to do. The old master of our Su family is willing to make an exception for you." Su Changhe shook his head repeatedly, "Such generous terms... Sometimes I really envy you. Even though we came from the same crucible, the old master's favoritism towards you is truly excessive." "What if I refuse?" Su Muyu asked. "The old master fished you out of the river and raised you for so many years. How many years have you followed the patriarch? Can your bond with the patriarch be deeper than your bond with the Su family?" Su Changhe asked rhetorically. "My bond with the Su family is indeed deeper than my bond with the patriarch. But I am now the Kui, and I can only be responsible to the patriarch." Su Muyu shook his head gently, "I'm sorry." "Exactly, exactly, That's exactly what I told the old master, knowing you'd say something along those lines." Su Changhe shrugged, gently flipped his wrist, and he was already holding the dagger, "Then the old master said, 'If that's the case, then kill him.'" Su Muyu gripped the oil-paper umbrella tightly. "Is the old master planning to seize the position of patriarch through treason?" "It's not just the old master, the Xie family wants it, the Mu family wants it too. So the position can only belong to whoever is strong enough to take it!…
"Why hasn't he arrived yet? Why hasn't he arrived yet? Senior Brother Mo Bai, please go and remind the Confucian Sage that Senior Sister is severely injured and cannot be disturbed. Please ask him to come here quickly." Su Baiyi paced back and forth in the main hall, his face full of anxiety. Mo Bai kept reassuring him, "Don't worry, don't worry. Master has already arrived here, he won't run away." "But who can say for sure? This Confucian Sage is so elusive, like seeing a heavenly dragon's head but not its tail. What if he runs away again?" Su Baiyi said anxiously, "No, I have to go see him first. By the way, didn't you say Senior Brothers Feng and Xie also came? Where are they?" TN: To see a heavenly dragon’s head but not its tail. This idiom refers to someone who is incredibly elusive or disappears as quickly as they appear. "They said they hadn't bathed in days, so they went straight to bathe as soon as they arrived," Mo Bai smiled. "They really did smell quite a bit. It's hard to believe they are disciples of the esteemed academy." "Wouldn't the Confucian Sage also be quite smelly then?" Su Baiyi asked. "Who's smelly?" A handsome young man dressed in white robes, as pure as snow, appeared at the door, smiling as he spoke. "No, I'm going now." Su Baiyi ignored the young man and walked outside. "Where are you going?" The handsome young man reached out to block his way. "Move aside, move aside." Su Baiyi…
Pure Yang Temple of Eternal Life. In the blink of an eye, the Spider Shadow assassins had all withdrawn, leaving only Su Muyu standing alone in the courtyard. He gently adjusted his mask and said softly, "Come out." The door of the Taoist temple was gently pushed open, and Xie Changze and Xie Jinke walked in from outside. "As expected of the renowned Umbrella Ghost, we were confident that we hadn't made a single sound, yet you still sensed our arrival." Xie Changze said with a smile. "The wind has shifted," Su Muyu said calmly. Xie Changze was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Truly extraordinary." Su Muyu tilted his head slightly. "The Xie family's Ghost in Purple Boots and Blade Demon shouldn't be here." Xie Changze took a step forward. "Our family head heard that the Patriarch was seriously injured and is anxious to bring him back to the main hall for treatment." Su Muyu extended a finger and drew a faint line in front of Xie Changze. "Do not cross this line. The Patriarch is fine, everything is well. Please return and report to the Xie family head that his concern is appreciated. The Patriarch is guarded by the Spider Shadows, so there's eveno need for him to worry." Xie Changze looked behind Su Muyu. Ever since he entered, he had been trying to sense the presence of anyone else in the temple, but aside from Su Muyu, he could detect nothing. Frowning, he said, "Is the Patriarch all right? Please allow me to see…
The man in the demon mask led Bai Hehuai out of the side room. Inside, the old man had fallen into a deep sleep after taking the pill Bai had given him. The two made their way towards the main hall of the Taoist temple. "My master met me when he was ninety and I was only five. He saw my extraordinary talent, recognizing the potential in me to become a future Medicine King. To prevent my senior brother from snatching me away, he took me in as his last disciple. Sadly, he passed away just two years later, and my medical skills were mostly taught by my senior brother. But in terms of seniority, I am indeed the junior martial aunt of the current Medicine King, Xin Baicao." Bai Hehuai pulled out a piece of osmanthus cake from her pocket and started to eat it as she walked. "I see," the man in the demon mask said. "But if that's the case, why aren't you in the Medicine King Valley? Why have you come all the way to Jiangnan?" Bai Hehuai tossed the osmanthus cake in her hand. "It's clear you've never been to the Medicine King Valley, There are only three thatched huts, two pigs, one horse, seven sheep, and a large vegetable field. Is there any place in the world more boring than that?" The man in the demon mask asked in confusion, "Is it really that desolate? I thought the Medicine King Valley would be quite prosperous." "My master left behind an ancestral instruction: when practicing…
The gates of the White Crane Apothecary slowly opened, and a woman in red emerged. She was tall and elegant, with a beautiful face, though her skin was somewhat pale as if she rarely saw sunlight. A small red mark adorned the center of her forehead, adding a touch of allure to her appearance. As she reached the gateway, her brow furrowed and her eyes widened, revealing a hint of petulance. "Who is it? Knocking so loudly." "Miss, may I ask if the master of the house is at home?" Su Changhe asked with a smile. The woman paused for a moment, and then laughed, "Oh, so you're looking for Old Master Bai. He's out making house calls. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea while you wait?" "That's not necessary, we'll wait here," Xie Changze replied. "Alright, then I'll go out and find Old Master Bai for you." The woman walked out, carrying a medicine chest on her back, as if she had been about to leave anyway. She walked straight past Xie Changze and Xie Jinke. Xie Jinke instinctively reached for his sword, but Xie Changze gently stopped him. Su Changhe glanced at Su Zhe, and with a slight twist of his fingers, the dagger returned to his hand. "We'll be counting on you, then, Miss." Su Zhe grasped the Buddhist staff with his right hand and gave it a slight shake. A golden ring flew out, grazing the woman's cheek before returning to Su Zhe's hand. He glanced at it and saw a…
