Chapter 1812 - In the Depths of Clouds (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The snow was falling steadily, blanketing everything like the dust that covered history.

Dugu Wushuang woke up. It was very quiet, so quiet that he thought he was in hell. He moved a little, and his body touched the chopped wood. There was a noise.

“Huh? I can move already?” He froze for a moment, then looked at his body. The gash that ran from his shoulder to his lower back had completely healed. “What?! A fatal wound such as that had healed overnight?!”

Dugu Wushuang’s heart raced. He looked around and found that he was in a woodshed. “Some expert must have saved me! Only an immortal would have the ability to heal such an injury overnight!” he murmured.

He stood up. His breath and energy were still not stable, but he did not care. He picked up the Wushuang Sword that was thrown on the ground. It was his lifeblood, his price as a Sword God. He stroked the sword and sighed.

“Since heaven will not take my life this time, I swear that I’ll cut through it with my sword one day!”

He pushed open the shabby door of the woodshed and walked out. The ground was covered with loose snow. In the yard, a fat chicken flapped its wings happily. Dugu Wushuang recognized it as the chicken that stomped on his head yesterday before he passed out. He squinted.

“Oh? You’re awake? Then gather up your things and leave.”

A faint voice rang out. Dugu Wushuang paused, then turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from. He found a lean young man sitting on a bamboo chair and sipping from a bowl of steaming fish soup. A puppet whose body was covered with cracks sat quietly beside him.

‘Where is this?’ Dugu Wushuang frowned. He did not sense any true energy fluctuation in the young man. There was no doubt that the youth was just a mortal, not a cultivator. The puppet, too, did not have true energy, so it should be just a mortal object. ‘Perhaps this young man is a disciple of the senior who saved my life?’

“May I know if the Immortal Master is at home? I, Wushuang, will never forget him for saving my life.”

Dugu Wushuang nodded slightly to Bu Fang. However, Bu Fang only glanced at him indifferently, took a sip of the soup, and breathed out a puff of hot air. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

“I’m Dugu Wushuang, the Sword God of the Empire. I would like to meet the Immortal Master,” Dugu’s frown deepened, and his tone intensified.

“There is no Immortal Master here. Now that you’re healed, you may leave… It’s a big mountain, and it was by chance that you found it here,” Bu Fang said as he ate a piece of fish. Then, he stood up and walked to the hut.

Wushuang took a deep breath. ‘This mortal is… arrogant,’ he thought. But he did not make a scene. After giving Bu Fang a deep look, he walked over to the hut and sat down quietly. “Since you won’t tell me where the Immortal Master is, I’ll wait here for his return…”

He was burning inside. The path of immortality was hard to find, but everyone scrambled for it. Since he had the chance to meet an Immortal Master, how could he easily leave?

Whitey turned its head a little, its dull mechanical eyes glancing at Dugu, while Eighty cackled with a gloating look in its eyes.

Before long, Bu Fang came out of the hut, wearing a thick jacket. “Why are you still here?” His brows furrowed when he saw Dugu sitting on the chair.

“I want to see the Immortal Master…” Wushuang said.

“I told you there is no Immortal Master. Leave now, or I’ll… kick you out,” Bu Fang said. He saved Dugu because he thought it was fate. After all, the latter found his hut in the middle of the vast mountain. Besides, he only offered a cup of wine. He did not want to leave a person in his hut.

Wushuang was not happy with that. “Why are you so unreasonable, young man? I merely want to see the Immortal Master. If he comes back and doesn’t want to see me, I’ll leave. Who are you to kick people out?” he said. When it came to a chance of embarking on the path of immortality, he would not give up easily.

His sword skills were astounding, but he was still far from becoming a legendary immortal. He had tried to shatter the void with his martial arts, but he failed. From that moment on, he knew he was still far from becoming an immortal.

“I’m being unreasonable? If I had not been reasonable… you would have been eaten by the wolves and turned into bones in the mountain.” Bu Fang shook his head. He thought it was funny. “Eighty, kick him out,” he said faintly. And with that, he turned into the hut, took the basket, and prepared to go up the mountain.

“Kick me out?” Wushuang smiled. In his eyes, Bu Fang was just a mortal. Besides him, there was only a muddle-headed puppet and a chicken. Who could kick him out? He was not bothered.

Meanwhile, Bu Fang carried the basket and went straight out.

“Cluck cluck cluck!”

Suddenly, Wushuang froze. In the distance, the eyes of the fat chicken suddenly became very sharp. It tilted its head slightly forward, spread its wings, and then darted wildly at him!

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“Cluck!”

Accompanied by a chicken crow, Eighty stomped its foot. The snow suddenly exploded, revealing a huge chicken footprint. The next moment, it leaped into the air, spread its claws, and kicked Dugu in the face!

‘The heck?!’ Wushuang was dumbfounded. Before he could react, he was kicked in the face by a fat chicken, which sent him flying backward uncontrollably and falling into the snow. Lying on his back, Wushuang stared blankly at the sky. He had just been f*cking kicked out by a chicken. It made him feel so bad that he wanted to cry.

Bu Fang walked out of the hut, carrying the basket and clutching a bamboo stick. Whitey followed him. He glanced expressionlessly at Dugu Wushuang, who was lying in the snow and questioning his life, and then walked on. Before long, his figure was lost in the mist of the mountain road.

Wushuang rolled to his feet, staring in the direction where Bu Fang had disappeared. He was shocked. He realized that he was wrong. He had a preconceived notion that the Immortal Master should be an old man. But in fact, this young man without any true energy was the immortal!