Chapter 47: sI like master!” (2/2)
Since the two had decided to go to Pill City, they had to use some flying tool for the long journey rather than riding with sword. The spiritual tool Mu Chen used last time was complained by Gu Yunjue for being too small to accommodate both of them, so they came to the treasure house for a larger one. Mu Chen silently twitched his mouth, ‘This disciple is even more finicky than a girl!’
“Master, what about this one?” Gu Yunjue held a red tower and asked Mu Chen with a smile. In so jubilant a color, the tower would alter into a Chinese traditional wedding room with a little decoration. After the tower chose its owner, so long as abundant spiritual stones were supplied to offer energy, it could function as a mobile palace that carried the owner everywhere as he/she wished.
Mu Chen glanced disapprovingly, “Too gaudy!”
Gu Yunjue had to put it down disappointedly. Then he found a shell-like magic tool, picturing in his mind that it might be changed into the smallest size as a chair to seat master, while it could also serve as a bed in a larger size so that he could spread a white blanket on the lower half and carry master inside the shell. That would be wonderful! “Master, how about this one? It also has the defense function!”
Mu Chen remained his impatient attitude, “It looks as if a girl lives inside the seashell, full of fish smell! Put it aside!”
“This one?”
“No!”
“This one?”
“Too ugly!”
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After a whole morning’s selection, Gu Yunjue finally found a flying tool that seemed alike with Yanyang Palace in both color and layout. He asked Mu Chen in an indulgent tone, “This is the last one. How about we take it?”
Mu Chen tilted his head, feeling it incredible that there should be a flying tool with similar color and design as Yanyang Palace while he had no idea about it. It was Dan Yangzi’s another collection? Gradually, Mu Chen’s mind drifted far away. ‘Master didn’t take anything with him when ascending. How did he survive? Did he beg for food in God Realm?’
Seeing no rejection from Mu Chen, Gu Yunjue trickled a drop of blood on the magic tool to complete the procedure of recognition and then put it into the air. Mu Chen was totally dumfounded seeing a magnificent palace floating in the air, “How come it be so large?”
Gu Yunjue rubbed his chin, He had told the artisans to build it into one tenth of Yanyang Palace’s size but didn’t think it should look so large in the air. With that in mind, Gu Yunjue hit on an idea. He changed the flying tool into a smaller one and asked brightly, “How about Master give it a name?” Gu Yunjue had always been enjoying the scene when Mu Chen named things. Therefore, so long as he had something new, he’d take it over and asked Mu Chen to give it a name.
Mu Chen answered directly without even a thought, “Little Yanyang Palace.”
“Good shot! The name just conforms to the real!”
People around them twisted the corner of their lips, somewhat speechless with Gu Yunjue’s attitude. It was totally shameless to pamper palace master like that. Master’s bad temper was all due to him!
In order to train little disciple’s independence, Mu Chen left all things to be handled by Gu Yunjue, while he himself began to prepare some pills for unexpected needs. Black Egg stood on the windowsill, looking at Mu Chen with poor eyes, “Chirp!” Only a peep came out of its mouth.
Mu Chen rubbed it with regret, “I’ll concoct more pills for you. You can surely be back to normal again.”
Black Egg, “…Chirp!” I’ve totally lost my courage to take another one!
At that time, a child cultivator ran over and reported to Gu Yunjue respectfully, “Young Master, someone at the foot of the mountain calls himself a family of Palace Master and asks to see Palace Master.”[xl1]
“A family?” Gu Yunjue frowned coldly.
“He said his family name is Chen and claimed to be Palace Master’s junior cousin.” The child cultivator took out a jade identification card with a letter “Chen” (陈in Chinese) on it. Gu Yunjue sneered, ‘The Chen’s just won’t give up!’ He uttered indifferently, “Break his legs and throw him away. Next time just kill whoever dare to pose as Master’s family. No need to report!”
The child cultivator froze with fear and hastened to pass on the order.
Then Gu Yunjue suddenly stopped him and exhorted, “Don’t bother Master with this matter. Not even in the future. Understand?”
The child cultivator nodded cannily, “Yes, yes, your humble servant will bear it in mind!”
Gu Yunjue smiled slightly, ‘Those servants Guan Shan brought here are quite clever.’
Mu Chen was still concocting pills for Black Egg, completely unaware of what happened outside. In the night of the third day, the two just secretly left Lofty Cloudy Sect by moonlight and headed straight northward.
Bo Jinyu who had been pestering Mu Chen to go along with him arrived outside Yanyang Palace, only to find Mu Chen had left already. He was so pissed off and stamped his feet with anger, “Such a great friend he is!”
“Master, you said you’ll be his permanent enemy, didn’t you?” The little lantern servant kindly reminded him.
“Hum!” Bo Jinyu snorted arrogantly, “We can’t deny that he saved our lives before. Look at him, being cold all the time, as if he is the noblest person in the world so that nobody is allowed to approach him. He must have no friends. So I’m just showing sympathy for him.”
“Master, you are lying.” Little lantern disapproved with contempt. ‘Undoubtedly master just wants to make friends with the one he finally finds of the same personality as himself but feels embarrassed to speak it out. On the contrary, he always stirs up troubles and loses in the end. It’s uneasy for master indeed!’
“We take a shortcut back home. Pill City is my zone. We must arrive earlier than they do.”
Seeing his master tittering, the little lantern sighed silently in his heart, ‘Master won’t make any friends in this way and perhaps gets beaten instead. If he is beaten in Pill City…’ Thinking of master’s family, the little lantern felt anxious for Mu Chen who seemed not to be a timid either. The show would be excellent then!
Meanwhile, a man wearing a black robe received a summoning talisman on which wrote a sentence—Mu Chen is on the way to Pill City.
The man wore a silk mask that covered his upper face. The corner of his mouth curved, seemingly unfathomable. The talisman in his hands distorted and then crashed into ashes after a hard pinch. He looked at the direction to Pill City, crooning with a husky voice, “Little junior brother! Don’t go fast!”