Volume 2 Chapter 32 (1/2)
Azure Dragon Island was a typical celestial hout the seasons When looking from the sea, the vieas that of an island perennially per on the ocean, where the cultivators dressed either in sharp suits or in graceful Taoist robes
The lord of Azure Dragon Island was counted a the Four Saints He'd been in secluded cultivation for years on end and rarely revealed himself Quite unexpectedly, however, he now caenial attitude as though treating his own junior, at that Perhaps to show sy's upset, the lord of the island didn't talk 's accoenerously stated that all the resources on Azure Dragon Island were at Yan Zheng's disposal until he found his master and junior brother and sister
Of course, other cultivators couldn't flagrantly gossip over that like uneducated villagers They did so beneath the veil of secrecy
That was quite understandable, though Nuon Island, who didn't bother to show up even at the decennial Celestial Market Just what had these kids done to races?
Those brats only kne to throw around their wealth, to say nothing of their low cultivation levels, and they still hadn't shown any restraint even after they'd coon Island They were fiercely dislikeable
But Yan Zheng about these undercurrents, and couldn't even be bothered to care about it The lord of the island had asked for Cheng Qian's and Puddle's bazi, and sent countless cultivators out on search, yet still received no nehatsoever for three days straight
Yan Zhengh those three days
On the 's ently pushed open the door of his roo his hair in hand, and had planned to first burn the incense and then wake the youngwas not in the room
Yue-er was scared She thought that she had gotten up late, and after preparing herself for a scolding, she walked inside hesitantly only to find that the bed had beenhere was nowhere to be seen
”Where's Young Master?” asked Yue-er hurriedly
”I heard that they'd gotten news about the sect leader, so Young Master got up early thisand went to see them,” answered the Taoist boy
Yue-er stood dazed for a bit—the Yans had good ethics and never maltreated the servants, and it was only that they had spoiled Yan Zheng Yue-er was born to a servant of the Yan faht up almost like a half miss In normal tielse Even when the two devils had fought on the sea, she was safely seated inside the cabin despite the raging stor human panic
Holding a sandalwood box to her bosoain, ”D-did he say when he'd return?”
The Taoist boy looked back at this insecure little girl and involuntarily toned down his voice, saying, ”He didn't The situation is still quite unclear right now
”This is just between us—last night, I heard Young Master speaking to second o back to the Fuyao Mountain anyti In which case, you have to keep in mind that the people on this island are all cultivators; be their conducts good or bad, they are people with powers It wouldn't take much more effort for them to kill us than to pinch an ant Be sure to not run around or to displease them, clear?” added the Taoist boy in a low voice
The lord of Azure Dragon Island seemed to be very closely connected to Fuyao Sect He actually had considered the possibility that Muchun Zhenren and his disciples ht be around the Worriless Valley and had sent his men there to wait And yet for some reason, none of those cultivators dared to enter the valley to comb that area
After three days' waiting, they eventually saw Cheng Qian and Puddle come out
Cheng Qian was as miserable as he could be at that moment Those cultivators hadn't expected that Muchun Zhenren had gone and that the two kids had actually walked out of the valley all on their own
Beasts and small monsters could be seen everywhere in there, yet they stillthem
This young boy who should have been tortured by fright, however, was not so easy to deal with as they expected
Around evening, Cheng Qian thanked a feee, which she had gotten fro Qian pulled Puddle over, took a spoonful of congee, and put it near her atory for Puddle and had host
Puddle opened herQian abruptly withdrew his hand, and Puddle bit the air
She stared at hi to trickle down her face
Cheng Qian whispered, ”Remember what I said? This is yours if you do”
Puddle hastily nodded while ot her very first bite of food in these recent days
A casual observer would have taken it to be a naughty senior brother teasing his junior sister—but in actuality, the bow part was Puddle's instinctive self-performance
Upon theirQian had is in front of anyone from this moment on
”Why did your sect accept such a small kid as a disciple?” asked the female cultivator froirl to be a
Cheng Qian gave her a thin smile ”Once, my junior brother snuck off the mountain and picked her up on his way to the market Harvests were probably bad in recent years, and her faht not have been able to afford to raise her My junior brother found her quite pathetic, so he brought her back—you knohere 10 or 20 years are just a brief h for her to grow froirl So it doesn't matter that she's small now; time flies”
The fe to him, ”You yourself haven't lived past that 'brieflike an adult By the way, I think you'd better go back with us to treat your wounds; even if your senior brothers caht, it will take them at least one or two days”
”I would go with you if I were alone But since I'ht cause you trouble So we'll just wait for our senior brothers Before my master left, he had asked me to listen to first senior brother I'ht now, and I can't decide ee that slipped from Puddle's mouth
The female cultivator: ”…”
This brat didn't seehtest
Perhaps because of his young age, Cheng Qian was, in reality, not good at dealing with people He would rarely say anything of his own initiative and wouldn't try to form ties with others, either He was admirably courteous, but he was also as stubborn as a mule
Cheng Qian had wounds all over his body, so, solued the strip of cloth around his arhtly to his skin
In theory, Cheng Qian should have been exhausted to the point of falling over; after going through the Worriless Valley, one would be at least seriously wounded, if not dead—especially if he was carrying a babbling little girl with hi Qian appeared as if nothing had happened He would sooner sleep in the open near the Worriless Valley than leave with them; and as for what had happened in the valley, he just clammed up about it and wouldn't say a word no matter how people asked him
Yan Zheng finally arrived when the moon rose to the top of thetree
He ca Li Yun or Han Yuan, or even any Taoist child He opened the curtains and jue before it had even stopped
After being haunted by anxiety for days on end, anger had been bubbling up in Yan Zheng Qian's bloody body drained half of it, and the re half spent itself after he failed to find Muchun Zhenren's figure
Yan Zhenght Puddle, who ju Qian's hand and asked eagerly, ”What happened? Why did you become like this? Where have you been these days? Where's Master? Why did he leave you two here alone?”
No reply was given Cheng Qian simply stared at him in a daze
Feeling butterflies in his sto, ”Xiao-Qian, what the hell happened?”
Re's face and then over those strange cultivators around them
These cultivators were froathered straight off that the twoto say, so they mindfully took their leave
Only then did Cheng Qian release a breath Using his uninjured arave it to Yan Zheng in a barely audible voice, ”This is the Sect Leader's Seal, First Senior Brother, Master asked ive it to you”
For a long ti's mind went blank When it struck him what that meant, he jerked backward, his face suddenly drained of color
The seal on Cheng Qian's bloodstained and dusty palm was like a dreadful monster to him, and his eyes darkened with fear
But what Cheng Qian was going to say pursued Yan Zheng to the brutal end
”Master's dead,” said Cheng Qian ”He said, you are the leader of Fuyao Sect from now on”
”No…” Yan Zheng Qian aside and dissolved into sputter ”I'm not… y-y-you take this away, I don't want it! What are you talking about, how can Master be dead?”
”I watched him die”
”No way!” Yan Zheng out of his mouth but stout denial ”No way!”
Cheng Qian went silent He continued holding out the Sect Leader's Seal while watching Yan Zhengrief on his face so heavy that it felt wrong on the face of such a young boy
”It's real,” he muttered ”Senior Brother, it's rea…”
Cheng Qian hadn't finished speaking before his head suddenly tilted sideways, and he collapsed to the ground without warning
Yan Zheng subconsciously reached out his hand to catch hirisly bloodstain rubbed onto his white sleeve
Cheng Qian's body was freezing cold, and Yan Zheng Qian over in a hurry, reaching out two fingers to feel Cheng Qian's breath But his fingers were shaking so hard that he didn't get a result for a long time
Puddle usually didn't utter much sound, for she could not speak yet Therefore, at thisto express her feelings—in recent few days, she had almost used up all the tears she had accumulated since her birth