Chapter 17

When Xie Bi An said he will wrap wontons, he really wraps wantons. When he said he will punish him, he really punished him. After eating, he punished Fan Wu She to clean the insides and outsides of the Heaven Master Palace.

When Fan Wu She heard that Xie Bi An had asked him to mop the floor, he looked incredulous: "You want me to mop the floor?"

"The Heaven Master Palace is not small, so it should take a day or two to be fully scrubbed." Xie Bi An smiled cheekily, "No spells allowed."

The corners of Fan Wu She's mouth twitched, and he didn't say anything for some time. Ask a Supreme Demon who once conquered Jiuzhou and subverted the ghost realm to get on the ground and mop the floor with a rag?!

"This time, it’s only a small disciplinary action. If you do not listen to your senior brother again and act recklessly in the future, you will find out that there is a lot of other work that can be done in the Heaven Master Palace."

Bo Zhu brought out empty buckets and rags, gloating at the side: "Draw the water from the backyard. I’ve prepared 5 rags for you. That should be enough."

"..."

Looking at Fan Wu She's reluctant look, Xie Bi An felt that he had found some joy in being an elder brother. He smiled and said, "Master has gone to patrol Jiuyou, when he comes back in the evening, I will ask him to get a good sword for you."

Fan Wu She saw that Xie Bi An was about to leave, "Where are you going?"

"To practice sword."

"Don't go and visit Jiang Qu Lian by yourself."

"Got it, I'll wait for you to finish scrubbing the floor."

The two of them abandoned Fan Wu She and went outside. Bo Zhu tugged Xie Bi An's sleeve and shook it, saying cheerfully, "White Master, what delicious food are you making tonight?”

"You just finished breakfast and now you’re already thinking about dinner?"

"Then what are you making for lunch?"

"Well ... let's go to the vegetable field and see."

Fan Wu She looked at the back of the two people in a trance. When big brother was nineteen years old, he was the same age as Bo Zhu, eleven or twelve years old. Their body shapes are similar. So that’s how they looked like in other people’s eyes…

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When Zhong Kui returned to the Heaven Master Palace, it was no surprise that he once again smelt like alcohol, and his laughter could be heard before he arrived. "Ji Kang hid a jar of good wine, and I swindled him out of it. Hahaha, it feels good."

Ji Kang is the central ghost emperor, and like Zhong Kui, he is fond of good quality wine, so every time Zhong Kui goes out to inspect Jiuyou, he will always have a few drinks with him.

Xie Bi An said with a smile, "Has master drank too much?"

"I had a wonderful drink"

"Master, this disciple has something to report."

"Hey, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"I want to say it now."

Zhong Kui looked at his two disciples and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are the both of you scheming something?"

"Master, junior brother's sword is broken. Why don't you give him a new sword?"

"The sword is broken? What happened?" Zhong Kui, who had a good capacity for liquor, immediately became sober upon hearing the words. A sword cultivator's sword is not only just a weapon, but it also represents the will of the cultivator. If the sword is cut off by someone, their character will be humiliated, not to mention that it also signifies bad luck.

Fan Wu She wanted to speak but was stopped by a look from Xie Bi An. He said: "I took junior brother to Fumenghui. I wanted to investigate the case of Meng Ke Fei but ended up encountering the Lone Sword Song Chun Gui."

"Song Chun Gui? That one-armed guy?"

"That’s right."

"He cut off your sword?" Zhong Kui looked at Fan Wu She, "Why?"

"They also went to Fumenghui to investigate, and when they saw us as suspicious people, they had to bring us back to Yunding for interrogation." Xie Bi An said honestly, "It was wrong for this disciple to take my junior brother to Fumenghui, but it's also wrong for Wuliang Sect to arrest people randomly."

"You guys had a fight?"

"Yes."

"Did you lose?"

Fan Wu She knitted his eyebrows: "We didn't finish the fight." The fact that he was slightly inferior to Song Chun Gui in front of Xie Bi An had caused him to hold a grudge.

"You were able to fight with Song Chun Gui." Zhong Kui laughed a little, "It seems that Master has underestimated you."

"Junior brother's sword skill is superior. He used a broken sword and exerted the Zongxuan sword technique." Xie Bi An's words had some pride in them.

Zhong Kui's expression changed: "What did you say? Zongxuan Sword?"

Fan Wu She said without changing his expression, "Before master, apprentice had studied under a casual cultivator in Mount Qingcheng."

"He taught you the Zongxuan Sword Technique? Who is he, what is his name, where is he from, and where is he now?" Zhong Kui's had completely sobered up, and his sharp gaze stared straight at Fan Wu She.

Xie Bi An was shocked by Zhong Kui's sudden seriousness.

Only Fan Wu She looked as if nothing happened: "Master has never revealed his identity. After he raised me, he went off to travel the world. If it wasn't for Song Chun Gui, I wouldn't have known that this sword technique is called Zongxuan Sword."

Zhong Kui's gaze moved around Fan Wu She’s face as if trying to discern how much truth there was in these words, "You really did not know what sword technique this is?"

“This disciple didn't know."

Xie Bi An asked cautiously, "Master, is it impossible to practice the Zongxuan Sword?"

Zhong Kui pondered for a moment, "Does Song Chun Gui know your identity?"

Xie Bi An lowered his head, "He knows, it's this disciple's fault."

"Then, it's even more important for us to make a trip to Yunding." Zhong Kui stroked his beard, "You all know the origin of the Zongxuan Sword, right?"

"I know. Back then, with the destruction of the Zong Clan, the Zongxuan Sword Technique was also lost for a hundred years, and most of the descendants of the Zong Clan lived in anonymity and escaped the settlement of accounts, so it makes sense that someone secretly passed down this sword technique."

"But Li Bu Yu won’t allow this sword technique to appear in this world. His family died at the hands of the Zong clan. If he knows that someone exerted this sword technique, he won't leave this matter alone." Zhong Kui looked suspiciously at Fan Wu She, "You come with me to Mount Shu and explain yourself clearly. Otherwise, the consequences will be endless."

"Yes."

Xie Bi An originally wanted to ask Zhong Kui if he could learn the Zongxuan Sword from Fan Wu She, but now he didn't dare to ask, "Master, Lord Li will not make things difficult for junior brother, right?"

"You are my disciples. He wouldn't dare." Zhong Kui once again gave Fan Wu She a deep look and stood up, "By the way, don't you want a sword? Follow me."

Zhong Kui led the two people back to Zhuyeqing Hall. He first circled around his study room came to a sudden realization, and opened a cabinet in the west, which had a bunch of weapons and magical treasures piled up horizontally and vertically. At a glance, it looked like a cabinet full of junk.

Xie Bi An said helplessly, "Master, didn't I organize this for you last year? Why is it so messy again?"

"Oops, I can’t remember, probably because I drank too much and took them out to look at them and forgot to reorganize it."

"These are all good potions, weapons, and magical treasures. You should treasure them more."

Zhong Kui rummaged through the pile of things for some time and pulled out a sword. That sword was coated in black. The scabbard was plated with silver and was embedded with precious stones. At a glance, it was worth a lot of money. He threw the sword to Fan Wu She.

Fan Wu She took the sword and pulled it out. The sword blade is like autumn frost, sharp and compelling, and it shined with cold silver. He said bluntly, "It’s a good sword, thank you master."

"This sword is a pair with your brother's sword, which originated from Yushan Giant Spirit Villa, named Ting Mo and Pei Xue. Both are good swords of the highest quality."

Xie Bi An took off his own Pei Xue and compared it with Ting Mo. One was black and one was white. They are exactly the same shape.

Fan Wu She’s long and slender fingers lightly touched the sword. The silver blade reflected his pair of beautiful and charming upturned fox eyes. The sword is naturally not comparable to the sword quenched by Shen Nong Ding, but it is still the best sword, and the most satisfying thing is that this sword is a pair with Xie Bi An's sword.

Xie Bi An also said happily, "This is great, junior brother. You should cherish this sword. It will accompany you for the rest of your life."

Zhong Kui smiled cheekily: "At that time, the owner of the Giant Spirit Villa intended to give me another sword, but I immediately fell in love with this pair of swords and asked for them, and he was heartbroken."

"Master really has foresight." Xie Bi An suddenly remembered something, "Oh, Master, it's late. We still have to go to the Red King's palace. You should rest early."

"Oh." Zhong Kui yawned and suddenly reacted, "Why are you going to his palace?"

"I met the Red King in the Ghost Willow yesterday. He asked me to bring him some tea and wine."

"Didn't I tell you to have lesser dealings with him?"

"This disciple did not hang out with him. I ran into him in the Ghost Willow…" Xie Bi An thought about it, "He should have been waiting for us there. Maybe he was curious about junior brother."

Zhong Kui grunted coldly, "Jiang Qu Lian is sneaky in his methods. He is shady and unpredictable. What else did he say?"

"He didn't say anything important. Disciple usually tries to avoid him, but he took the initiative to find me and I couldn't brush him off. I was afraid that if I offended him, he would take the opportunity to make things difficult for junior brother."

Zhong Kui looked at Fan Wu She: "He scared you?"

Fan Wu She said disdainfully, "He can't scare me."

"That man, no, ghost, he was always a ghost. A virgin boy with good roots like you is a great supplement to ghosts." Zhong Kui pondered for a moment and then dove into the messy cabinet. After some time, he pulled out something that made a jingling noise.

It was a copper-red colored chain, with a handle at one end and a spear at the other.

Zhong Kui said, "This is the soul-hooking chain bestowed by the emperor. With it, you can travel between the human and ghost realms."

Fan Wu She's face was calm and collected, but a flash of joy passed through his eyes.

A soul weapon! This was exactly the thing he needed.

Xie Bi An was a little flustered: "Master, the soul weapon is a magical treasure given by the emperor to the underworld generals. If Official Lord Cui knew that you gave it to junior brother, I'm afraid ..."

"Hey, don't be so afraid of Zi Yu. He doesn't even eat people. Since Wu She has become my disciple, then he is also counted as a Yin servant. Just wait for the emperor to come out of seclusion and confer him a title."

"Then, what kind of servant is he?"

Zhong Kui thought about it and suddenly clapped his hands: "Impermanence."

"Huh?"

Zhong Kui laughed: "Right, you two can be Impermanences together, one black and one white, one yin and one yang. Who says only one person can be Impermanence?”

Although Xie Bi An had been getting used to Zhong Kui's jumpiness and unreliability for more than ten years, he was still scared to death. His master really treated the Underworld as his home, otherwise, how is he able to use the emperor's authority and appoint an Underworld General?

"In the future when you go to harvest souls, you will have a companion, so master won’t be worried.”

"Master, this matter is not child's play. What if the emperor comes out..."

"That would be an unknown number of years later, why worry about that now." Zhong Kui lazily stretched his waist, "As a living person in the underworld, you really need an identity, otherwise it’ll be very dangerous. With this soul weapon, Jiang Qu Lian will not dare to touch you, and the big and small ghosts in the Underworld will also respect you."

"Many thanks, Master." Fan Wu She held that soul-hooking chain, and his heart was surging.

With this soul weapon, he could travel unhindered through most of Jiuyou!

"However, the soul weapon is not an ordinary magical treasure. With a trace of the emperor's divine thought attached, it can only be used to collect souls and travel through the Yin-Yang Monument. It must not be abused." Zhong Kui said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "If you use it to cause trouble, don't blame me for disregarding our master and disciple relationship to clean up the door*."

"Disciple will remember your words."

Although Xie Bi An was also worried, when he thought about how much the emperor valued his master, almost to the point of indulgence, he realized that maybe that's why his master was so carefree. And seeing that Fan Wu She was obviously happy, he couldn't help but be happy for him, "Junior brother, since master has granted it to you, let's give this soul-hooking chain a name."

Fan Wu She looked at him. The corners of his lips curved slightly: "Bieyanghong*." A trace of affection in the depths of his pupils almost leaked out.

 

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Translator Thoughts:

PS: time to take a break. I’m pretty busy this week, but I can guarantee you’ll get at least 1 chapter per day :D:D

You can take a look at how their weapons look like below:

clean up the door* [清理门户]--- to eliminate or rectify the members of the faction who had humiliated the reputation of the sect. To expel the saboteurs in the group or punish those who violated discipline in the group.

Bieyanghong*[别样红]---So…this is a “couple name” with Xie Bi An’s Wuqiongbi [无穷碧]. Shui Qian Cheng came out with this from a poem reference:

“接天莲叶无穷碧，映日荷花别样红“: The poem is a vivid depiction of the beauty of the West Lake in Hangzhou in summer, and is a classic work of singing about this scenery. The poem expresses the author's admiration for the beauty of West Lake in June, and at the same time, the author is in a happy mood to send off his friend from the "different kind of red". The reader can appreciate that the author is walking with his friend on the road while laughing and talking with him. Only with such a "laughing and joking" state of mind can one appreciate the poetic feeling of "the endless blue of the lotus leaves in the sky and the distinctive red of the lotus flowers on the sun".

 

Editor Thoughts:

When life decides to shit on you it comes in a torrent ._. Hopefully, that torrent has ended for me sighs. 

Thanks for taking the time to read my small rant. Will try to push out more chapters if I can this week! 

Anyway is it just me or is this red king creepy af? He's the last guy I want to run into at night (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

If you liked this chapter remember to leave a like and comment! I like how the comments are starting to build up keep it up everyone ^^ 

- Limit

Edited on 16 Mar. 21 (Emzie)

Edited on 16 Aug 21 (Limit)

 

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