Chapter 14 (2/2)
The sound of someone calling came from outside.
Fan JiJing looked back, then said, “s.h.i.+shu is looking for me. I have to go, but I’ll come again tonight.”
Hua HuaiXiu buried his head into the meal and said nothing.
Fan JiJing let out a sigh. He turned around and walked out, softly closing the doors behind him.
After he left, Hua HuaiXiu lifted his head. The heart that had already been gradually pacified and settled was now once again tumbling into a tempestuous storm. Previously, he could at least deceive himself into believing that Fan JiJing was still that slow-witted and silly Fan JiJing, but now he was no longer able to do so.
No matter how he looked, it seemed that Fan JiJing has been hiding a gutful of concerns and secrets.
Hua HuaiXiu reached out with his chopsticks and put a bite of the vegetarian eight-treasures into his mouth, then frowned: “What I liked was indeed only the skills of the Sanwei Restaurant’s chef.”
The funeral was in the morning, and the succession ceremony was in the afternoon.
The Jiuhua Sect as busy as a market. One of the disciples even had a grain of rice by the corner of his mouth when he rushed into the main hall.
Fan JiJing was wearing a silver headpiece and a loose robe that was an unique piece of clothing to the zhangmen of the Jiuhua Sect. Under everyone’s attention, he slowly walked into the hall.
Song BoLin, standing in front of the lingwei of all former zhangmen of the Jiuhua Sect, personally entrusted the script of Xianlian Sword and the status symbol of zhangmen, the Xianlian Sword itself [1], into Fan JiJing’s hands.
Fan JiJing bowed three times in reverence, then stood up.
“We respectfully greet zhangmen!”
The loud shouts from everyone in the Jiuhua Sect sent out the final confirmation that from now on, the position of zhangmen had changed hands!
Hua HuaiXiu was sitting on the eaves staring at Fan JiJing, who was receiving the respectful greetings from the disciples, from farway. For the first time, he realized how far the distance between them was.
He once believed that Fan JiJing was this piece of slow-witted wood and hoped that he could become brighter, smarter, or at least closer to him. But who would have imagined that this piece of wood could indeed be enlightened and became brighter, smarter, but further and further in distance with him?
The wood had become gold glistening inside everyone’s eyes, except for his alone.
Hua HuaiXiu suddenly grabbed the tile by his hand and threw it towards the main hall.
Even though the level of his martial skills was just mediocre, throwing a tile as hidden weapon was not something that was difficult.
Seeing that the tile would soon shatter in front of the hall, the complexions of Song BoLin and the others suddenly changed. Having tiles thrown in front of the door during a zhangmen’s succession ceremony would be an extreme disgrace to them. However, with the distance between them and the door, it was be too late even if they wanted to catch it.
But the shattering sound that they had been expecting never came.
Outside the door, Fan JiJing nodded towards Hua HuaiXiu with a smile, holding the tile in his hand as if it were just a joke between the two childhood friends.
Song BoLin and the others let out a sigh of relief, but at same time, they were also secretly shocked by the level of Fan JiJing’s martial skills.
With the level of qinggong [2] he displayed, even if Bu LouLian was still alive, perhaps he too would not be Fan JiJing’s match!
The night was as quiet as water.
Hua HuaiXiu could not help but pour the tea into a bucket since it had already turned cold despite after he had boiled it.
He knew perfectly well that since Fan JiJing had just become the zhangmen, with the number of matters within the sect that were awaiting him, he might not keep the appointment that he had made at noon. However, the feeling resulted from realizing that one had already been ignored only after a long period of waiting was quite miserable, or rather, so miserable that he no longer felt like apologizing for throwing that tile in the afternoon anymore.
Crack.
It was the sound of a foot stepping on branches.
He came?
Hua HuaiXiu went blank for a moment. Then he stood up to open the door, only to spot a figure with a striking resemblance to that of Fan JiJing, flas.h.i.+ng past. The haze of doubts inside his mind suddenly stirred up, and without a thought, he chased after it.
That person’s speed was not fast. Ever since Hua HuaiXiu came out to chase him, he managed to keep a three to four zhang distance apart from the person in front.
The further he went along the path, the more remote it became, though it was utterly familiar at the same time.
Hua HuaiXiu remembered that this was clearly the way to Bian Feng’s room of seclusion.
As expected, soon after, Bian Feng’s room of seclusion suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
That person paused for a second in front of the doors, then pushed them open and went in.
Hua HuaiXiu dared not to come too close, but if he stayed too far, he was afraid that he would not be able to hear clearly. Therefore, he had stealthily move closer.
Right after he reached a close position, he heard someone speaking with reverence and respect. “Bian s.h.i.+shu.”
Hua HuaiXiu heart received a violent shock.
It was indeed Fan JiJing!
Inside the room.
Bian Feng glanced outside the window meaningfully, then said in a plain tone, “I’ve heard that you succeeded as zhangmen.”
Fan JiJing replied, “Yes.”
“It looks like all of your wishes have been fulfilled.” There seemed to be endless emotions behind his words.
“I haven’t brought the Jiuhua Sect to greater heights yet.”
Bian Feng stayed silent for a long time. Then he said slowly, “Does the Jiuhua Sect really need to be in greater heights?”
Fan JiJing froze.
Translation Notes
The first is the script with Xianlian Sword written in it. The second is an actual sword also named Xianlian Sword.
Qinggong: lightness skills. It is the section of martial arts that makes one’s body lighter, so they can move faster, jump higher, etc.
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