Translator: Storm in a Teacup

  Holding Qing Jun’s hand, Luo Jianqing landed in front of the gate of Tai Hua Mountain.

  This time, the disciples who were guarding the gate learned their lesson from last time. Never did they shout for attention again. Greeting Luo Jianqing with all their respect, they let them pass quickly.

  Under the limpid firmament, seven peaks of Tai Hua Mountain stood solemnly, pointing at the sky. Lots of disciples were practicing combating skills on the fighting ground, while others went for in-door trainings, in order to enhance their cultivations. Luo Jianqing ignored all of these. He gripped Qing Jun’s hand, went straight to Yu Xiao Peak, but before entering the gate, he suddenly stopped.

  With no expression on his cute elegant face, Qing Jun stood aside quietly.

  They spent a long time standing in front of the gate. Finding out Luo Jianqing had no intention to step in and go uphill, Qing Jun frowned, looking at Luo Jianqing with curiosity. Lifting his head, Qing Jun was stunned when he saw Luo Jianqing’s expression. He held back everything he wanted to say.

  Slowly lifting his gaze, Luo Jianqing stared at the magnificent peak, perplexedly.

  Since he had his earliest memory, he’s been living here with his Master.

  There were only two of them living on this whole peak. When Luo Jianqing was still a baby, Xuan Lingzi didn’t know how to cook, and Luo Jianqing didn’t practice Bigu until he grew up a little, so some other disciples would come to Yu Xiao Peak to serve meals. After Luo Jianqing learned how to cook and then finally achieved Bigu, the peak finally became a small world of their own.

  They became each other’s one and only.

  Yesterday, Luo Jianqing didn’t destroy Seeking Immortality III after finished reading. He knew it so well that such a book must be destroyed immediately and not be seen by anyone else, otherwise, the consequence might not be the one that he can take the responsibility for, but, still, he kept the book.

  Perhaps, he wanted to remind himself of how his two poor brothers died in misery for nothing; perhaps, he cherished the last sentence so much that he couldn’t ask himself to tear the book asunder.

  Till the last moment, you were considering me as your disciple like always. Sir Huo Mingzi was so furious that he wanted my life, but you were still willing to trust me and protect me from being killed.

  You believed in me, and you never denied me.

  Gradually, Qing Jun felt Luo Jianqing gripped his hand harder and harder that he even started to feel painful, but he stayed silent.

  For tens of thousands of years, Qing Jun sat alone on the top of the steep mountain, playing an insipid song. Day after day, night after night, that one single song was played by him over and over again, and little by little, the once pleasant and exciting song turned to a prosaic requiem, but he never ceased playing.

  At this moment, Qing Jun could sense Luo Jianiqng’s unsteadiness. Although he had no idea what went wrong with him, he didn’t want to disturb Luo Jianqing.

  Finally, Luo Jianqing released his hand. Turning back to face Qing Jun, he said gently, “Sir, there is something I need to deal with. Could you please go back into the Interspatial Ring?”


  Qing Jun nodded, “I want to practice in-door training for some days. If you need me for something, take out the pill and call my name. I’m at your service at any time.”


  Luo Jianqing nodded. Soon, Qing Jun transformed himself into a plume of light and flew into Luo Jianqing’s Interspatial Ring.

  The next moment, Luo Jianqing tapped the ground with the tip of his feet, and in just a blink, he got to the top of Yu Xiao Peak. He slowed his pace, went through the bamboo forest, and crossed the field of Spiritual Herds. When he saw Xuan Lingzi who was waiting in front of their house, he stopped his steps.

  When their eyes first met in the air, with no reason why, Xuan Lingzi’s face blushed. “How is your trip this time? Did you learn anything? Did you get injured?”


  There weren’t any wounds or scars left on Luo Jianqing’s body, and Xuan Lingzi already scanned him all over with his Spiritual Sense, confirmed that his beloved disciple was still in one piece. However, the Master still asked the question anyway, but he didn’t get any response.

  Xuan Lingzi frowned, and then asked, “Jianqing?”


  Luo Jianqing beamed winsomely and made his way toward his Master whose face was as red as a rose.

  The Master reeled back but Luo Jianqing caught his hand. Immediately, scorching temperature was delivered from Luo Jianqing’s hand and burnt Xuan Lingzi. Heart rippling, the latter squinted.

  Luo Jianqing raised his head to look at him. “Master, if one day I sever the tie between me and Tai Hua Mountain, how would you deal with it?”


  Xuan Lingzi’s body tensed up. Trying his best to calm down, he said, “You won’t do that.”


  “Why?”


  Staring at his disciple who was standing in front of him, Xuan Lingzi stretched out his arms and embosomed Luo Jianqing. He moved closer to his disciple’s ear, and uttered gently, “Because, if you really sever the tie, the one and only choice I have is leaving Tai Hua Mountain with you.”


  Warm breath reached Luo Jianqing’s sensitive nape; causing a stir in his heart. He hugged Xuan Lingzi back, leaning his head on the shoulder of his Master, easing his mind in the light aroma of lotus.

  They drowned in that wonderful moment for a long time. Finally, Luo Jianqing broke the tranquility. “Master, several years ago, I got a book.”


  Slightly astonished, Xuan Lingzi released Luo Jianqing from his arms, and lowered his head to look at his disciple.

  Under the splendid beam of sunlight, the young cultivator’s eyes were as resplendent as shining stars. With a genial smile on his face, Luo Jianqing was still his gorgeous disciple no matter in this life or the last. Xuan Lingzi heard him spoke, word by word. “The book is called Seeking Immortality.”


  Then, Luo Jianqing started to tell Xuan Lingzi everything he read in Seeking Immortality.

  When Xuan Lingzi knew he and Luo Jianiqng were just two characters of a book, as Luo Jianqing expected, he didn’t have many reactions. Real cultivators were cultivating their egos. They believed in their existence and wouldn’t doubt it just because of a book.

  However, as the story went on, Xuan Lingzi embraced Luo Jianqing tightly, face turning ashen.

  An unconcealed trace of rage emerged from the usual calm and expressionless visage. After Luo Jianqing finished, Xuan Lingzi lowered his head. Sparkling, their eyes met in the air.

  “Wu Yin, will you do the same thing the character ‘Wu Yin’ did in the book?”


  His body slightly tensed up, Xuan Lingzi quickly concealed his emotion and said calmly, “I won’t.”


  Luo Jianqing couldn’t hold it back anymore and beamed. Lifting his chin, the disciple kissed Xuan Lingzi’s lips.

  Once they started kissing, it was difficult to stop.

  They hugged each other with all of their strength as if they craved to be fused into one. Lowering his head, Xuan Lingzi kissed Luo Jianqing while the latter closed his eyes and responded with excitement. Luo Jianqing didn’t notice Xuan Lingzi’s trembling fingers hidden beneath his sleeves and sweating forehead while he was telling the story of the book, as well as a beam of scarlet light flashing across his Master’s eyes in a sudden.

  At that moment, Xuan Lingzi recalled the most desperate day in his life.