Translator: Storm in a Teacup

  After a while, Luo Jianqing thumped the ground with one hand and stood up abruptly. He gave Mo Qiu a glance, and turned to leave, “Don’t talk with me anymore, Mo Qiu. Fo Zi, I have to go back to Tai Hua mountain now. I have been homesick these days.” He said as he walked away.

  Mo Qiu said angrily, “Luo Jianqing, you bustard. Are you my sworn friend for life or death? We just got rid of the tremendous danger and you want to escape alone now? Get your ass back!”


  Luo Jianqing waved his hands without turning back, “Sorry, I’m getting too far to go back.”


  Mo Qiu was furious, “You!”


  Fo Zi beamed beside them, “You two are so close. But Cultivator Luo is right. After the Fiend Cultivator’s massacre in Cen State, I have to return to Gui Yuan Sect and report to my masters and let them handle it, so I won’t have time to entertain you. But we can rejoin on the Zen Debating Contest five years later. By then, I will come and invite you myself.”


  Mo Qiu stomped and looked at that gentle monk who had a fair and clean complexion, saying, “No, I won’t go there.”


  Then, Mo Qiu flew away, leaving Fo Zi alone, who was still beaming.

  Watching these fading figures, Fo Zi wore a brighter smile. He counted the beads on his hand and murmured, “People always say the worldly life is bitter and tiring. They say life is a challenge, but it is true only because people are willing to accept it.”


  Then, Fo Zi also turned into a flash of light and left quickly.

  It was not until two days journey that Luo Jianqing recalled he had left Qing Jun alone. He immediately doubled back on his tracks and saw a beautiful kid watching the sky on the peak not far from him.

  Luo Jianqing flew there quickly, but before he could say anything, Qing Jun said, “I thought you abandoned me.”


  His throat feeling tight, Luo Jianqing recalled the words of Qing Jun.

  “I have been waiting here for tens of millions of years. Before he left, he told me to play the zither for him on the peak and waited him to return after he won the battle. But that day never came. The world has changed now, and I’ve never seen him after that.”


  Luo Jianqing looked at him mildly and held Qing Jun’s soft little hand. Luo Jianqing flew to the sky with him and mocked, “I haven’t expected that your heart would become smaller after your body shrank.”


  Qing Jun raised his head and gave Luo Jianqing a cold look without any response, but he held Luo Jianqing’s hand more tightly.

  It took them only several days to arrive in the Liang State near the Tai Hua mountain. They were returning to the sect, so anyway they needed to…… freshen up, otherwise, the younger disciples in the Tai Hua mountain would definitely laugh at them. Therefore, Luo Jianqing took Qing Jun to settle down at a lodge, and he went out to buy some new clothes.

  Qing Jun changed his clothes quickly, while Luo Jianqing was bathing and dressing in the next room.

  After bathing, Luo Jianqing wore a shirt. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and grabbed a book!

  Another book out of nowhere. Luo Jianqing had been accustomed to it, but the book’s name made him speechless.

  Transforming to Deity III.

  Yeah, if you got II, there would be III. Luo Jianqing was curious about how many disgraceful books would appear.

  Anyway, he still opened this book and read it carefully. He finished over half of it soon and saw a lot of things connected with his previous life, and of course, many of these things were different from what he knew about his previous life, which made him more upset.

  When he read that he was expelled from the Tai Hua mountain, he was still calm.

  When he read that his second and sixth fellow younger brothers followed him to the Northern Land of Arctic, he clutched this page.

  Then……When he read that Li Xiuchen fell into the cave, took the instrument of Mo’s ancestors and released a powerful sword light by accident, which hit his second and sixth fellow younger brothers, Luo Jianqing’s veins were throbbing in his temples and his eyes were bloodshot.

  Li Xiuchen! Why was it always him!

  His two fellow brothers were so innocent. They just followed him to the Northern Land of Arctic and then were killed by Li Xiuchen by accident.

  Now, Luo Jianqing finally realized why all people believed that he had killed his fellow brothers in his previous life.

  His sixth fellow brother, Xiu Hen, was from an instrument-making sect in Lie Huo peak. He was not powerful nor experienced in practicing, but he was talented in making instruments, so Sir Huo Mingzi liked him very much. Sir Huo Mingzi forged a jade tablet for him. If he was in danger, he could crush the tablet and send his message to Sir Huo Mingzi, no matter how far it was.

  Then, in Luo Jianqing’s previous life, the last message his sixth fellow brother sent was “Brother Luo, why did you kill us!”


  Since then, Luo Jianqing had been wronged of killing fellow brothers and never had the chance to clear his name. Even Xuan Lingzi couldn’t give an explanation, and Sir Huo Mingzi united all the other sects to go after Luo Jianqing, catch him back and revenge for Zuo Yunmo and Xiu Hen.

  In his previous life, Luo Jianqing couldn’t figure out why the sixth fellow brothers had left such a message.

  But now, he understood.

  In his previous life, when Luo Jianqing left, Li Xiuchen touched the forbidden instrument and released a sword light left by one of Mo’s ancestors.

  That light was like a burning flame, forming a blue lotus in the sky, swallowing all the lives it could see.

  It was the “One Sword Turns Nine-Pedaled Lotus” in True Nine-Petaled Lotus Record.

  Luo Jianqing couldn’t understand why an unknown Mo’s ancestor should possess such a powerful sword light, but his body couldn’t help shaking. The more he read, the more upset he got. With bloodshot eyes, he turned to the last few pages.

  That day, Li Xiuchen came to Xuan Qingzi’s house and told him that he would catch the traitor Luo Jianqing.

  Then, Xuan Lingzi came out gracefully and stood right in front of Li Xiuchen.

  “The grand master in white, who was handsome and elegant, frowned and asked, ‘You want to go after your great senior brother?’”


  Li Xiuchen said with a lowered head, “Master, he is no longer my great senior brother.”


  Xuan Lingzi didn’t rebut.

  After a while, Xuan Lingzi took out a sword. Just as this sword appeared, the wind went silent and time was frozen. Li Xiuchen looked at this sword with widened eyes. A cold light flashed on the sword and Xuan Lingzi’s sigh-like voice came-

  “‘Consider the presence of this sword as myself, bring back your great senior brother.’”


  Luo Jianqing’s heart was shaken. A drop of tear running down from his eye and fell on the sentence “bring back your great senior brother”.

  In the end, you still regraded me as your disciple…… In the end……

  You never thought about killing me.