无常劫水千丞 WuChangJie Impermanence novel by ShuiQianCheng English translation: Chapter 20

Xie Bi An had been to Lanxi Town and Diancang Peak before, but it was the first time he had ever been to Yunding.

There were many people who wanted to go up to Yunding every day with various purposes that they could not even be driven away, so Wuliang Sect had set up a checkpoint under Diancang Peak and a barrier at Yunding. Xie Bi An only went to Diancang Peak to see the scenery via sword flight.

Yunding was just as described by the world, like a fairyland surrounded by auspicious clouds, where the green-clad Taoists greeted guests and cleaned in an orderly manner. They stop to greet guests when they encounter them. All rules are obeyed in perfect order. It is simply an orthodox immortal family.

Although the cultivators’ uniforms of Wuliang Sect are all crow-green*, the cut, materials, and embroidery are very different between those who are admitted as disciples and those who are registered as disciples, and there is a difference between the master's enrolled disciples and the elders' enrolled disciples, which can be distinguished at a glance, such as the one who came to greet them on the mountain is Xu Mao, a disciple who was enrolled by an elder.

(Those disciples who have been admitted are official disciples of WLS. Registered ones are unofficial)

Visitors who came to Yunding for the first time are always a little curious, and Xu Mao dutifully told them, mainly the two Impermanence, about the natural sights of Mount Shu, while expressing his admiration for Zhong Kui several times.

While walking along the greenstone path of Yunding, Xie Bi An gradually became silent and his brows were tightly locked.

When he had come to Diancang Peak a few years ago, he had developed some sense of familiarity with the place. He only thought it was the mountains and rivers of the world, where there is not much difference in the scenery, but this time when he came to Yunding, this feeling got even stronger. He could not help asking, "Master, when I was a child, did you ever bring me to Yunding?"

Zhong Kui said, "No."

"Not even when you were drunk?"

"Hmph, your master isn't that confused."

Xie Bi An looked at Zhong Kui, half-believing and muttered, "Then why do I feel like I've been here before..."

Xu Mao laughed, "Has little White Master seen some of the folk paintings of Yunding? It's everywhere."

"…Maybe."

Fan Wu She looked at Xie Bi An thoughtfully.

There was a sense of familiarity with the Zongxuan Sword Technique, and a sense of familiarity with Yunding. Could it be that some memories from his previous life really did linger?

After Xu Mao settled the three of them down, he explained, "Sect Leader Master originally wanted to greet Heaven Master personally, but recently, because of the matter of senior brother Meng, he as an old man has been sad and strained, and his health is not good, so I hope Heaven Master will bear with me."

Zhong Kui waved his hand, "There is no need to be polite. But when can I see him?"

"Sect Leader Master is hosting a private banquet tomorrow night for just a few old friends. At that time, this junior will come to fetch Heaven Master."

"Alright."

"Heaven Master and Immortal Sovereign Impermanence can move around Yunding as much as you like. If you have any requests, or if you want to go to places like the Mandarin Duck Pond, Lanxi Town, etc, just tell the disciples serving you. This junior will also be happy to serve you at any time."

After Xu Mao left, Xie Bi An looked around. The mansion was built on a cliff, and when the window is opened, it is as if you can wander through the sea of clouds. The place is quiet and elegant. There's a sense of seclusion when living alone in the courtyard.

"I'm going to meet my old friends. You guys go ahead and have fun." Zhong Kui said and left while humming a little tune.

Xie Bi An admired the peaks and ravines in the distance and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful." 　　

"Have you really never been here before?"

"Strange to say, I think I've been here before. Just now on Yunding, the mountain gate, the building, the Eight Trigrams Platform. I seem to have some kind of impression of them, but I can't remember when I've been here before."

"Just like the Zongxuan Sword?"

"Yes, just like the Zongxuan Sword." Xie Bi An shook his head with a smile, "I don't know why. Maybe I was a disciple of Wuliang Sect in some other lifetime?"

Fan Wu She looked at the bewildered Xie Bi An. His emotions were very complicated. On one hand, he knew that Xie Bi An was not Zong Zi Heng, but on the other hand, he was sure that he was this person in both his past and present lives. No matter what, he would not let Xie Bi An become Zong Zi Heng. "Wu She, it's still early, let's go play."

"Where?"

"There is a mysterious flower in Diancang Peak which blooms in autumn, but unfortunately it is not yet in season. Lanxi Town, well, it's the most bustling at night. There is a shop that sells supper which always has a queue every night. I must bring you to try it. But now at this time of year, it's so hot..." Xie Bi An thought about it, "Right, let's go swimming in the Mandarin Duck Pond."

"..."

"You must have heard of the Mandarin Duck Pond. One is cold and one is hot. Alternating the two spiritual springs have the effect of nourishing the body. It benefits and prolongs life. To go soak in a cold spring in this weather..."

"Not going." Fan Wu She flatly refused.

"Why? Is it because you can't swim? Senior brother can teach you."

"No." Fan Wu She said expressionlessly, "I don't like to expose my body in front of other people." Xie Bi An laughed twice: "Why are you still shy? You're not a little girl."

"Do you often expose your body in front of people?"

Xie Bi An thought that this was a strange question: "But you can't wear clothes when you go into the water."

Fan Wu She said angrily: "Anyways, I'm not going."

"Then I'll go by myself..." 　　　　

"You are not allowed to go either!" Fan Wu She said in a loud voice. 　

Xie Bi An smiled good-naturedly: "You don't want to go, and won't let your senior brother go. Then tell me, what do you want to do?"

F*** you up. Fan Wu She thought viciously.

But at this moment, he could only think about it. Before he could retrieve the Xuanyuan Heavenly Secret Talisman, he must not reveal his identity. He did not even dare to touch this person casually.

He will find the power that belonged to him in his previous life, complete his unfinished revenge, and get everything that he failed to get in his previous life.

Fan Wu She said, "I've never been to Mount Shu, please show me around. We'll go for supper at night."

"Okay."

The two of them wandered around Yunding, looking at the grandeur of this number one immortal sect in the world. Some of the buildings were considered monuments, having been damaged in the great battle with the Zong clan, and the more Xie Bi An looked at them, the more he felt the sense of familiarity.

When they reached the Eight Trigrams Platform, Xie Bi An felt his heart plummeting for no apparent reason.

The Eight Trigrams Platform is located at the highest point of Yunding, which is also the highest point on Mount Shu. It is built on a steep cliff, surrounded by clouds and mist, and from afar, the large circular platform seems to float in mid-air. It is the platform where the Wuliang Sect holds their ancestral and Heavenly rituals, but what is most memorable and widely talked about today is that it was on this platform where Zong Zi Heng, the last Human Emperor of the immortal world, killed his father and usurped the throne a hundred years ago.

As the two of them walked up to this place, not only was Fan Wu She overwhelmed by memories, Xie Bi An also experienced a feeling that he had never felt before. It seemed to be fear and panic. In short, he realized he was resisting this place.

Xie Bi An froze after only taking one step up.

Fan Wu She stood behind him, his pupils dark and gloomy.

Xie Bi An's legs felt like they had been rooted to the ground and he was reluctant to go up any higher as if there were a flood of beasts up there. He was really disturbed by this feeling, yet he forced himself to walk up while ignoring that uneasy feeling.

The Eight Trigrams Platform was a huge, black and white eight trigrams diagram, The pattern of yin and yang seemed to have some kind of magic power, which immediately gripped Xie Bi An's heart, and he was suddenly in a trance. He saw scarlet blood between the pure black and white!

A sharp pain shot through Xie Bi An's brain and his body swayed and collapsed.

"Big brother!" Fan Wu She grabbed Xie Bi An, letting him fall into his arms.

Xie Bi An's remaining wisp of sanity let out a puzzled whisper: "... Big ... brother?"

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Fan Wu She looked at Xie Bi An who was lying on the bed. He was still trembling, sweating, and dreaming with his eyes tightly closed, and his mind was full of doubts.

Why would Xie Bi An faint on the Eight Trigrams Platform? He’s strong and healthy. It is definitely not because of a sudden illness. Also, there is no sign of poisoning. The only possible explanation was that he had been given too much of a shock on the platform.

To Zong Zi Heng, the Eight Trigrams Platform was indeed an unforgettable place in his life, where he had committed two of the world's greatest evils - killing his father and killing the emperor. Since then, both loyalty and filial piety have been lost and it had led the Daming Zong clan to ruin.

But Xie Bi An should not have remembered this. He had drunk the Mengpo soup and forgot his previous life.

But how can he explain what happened today?

In his sleep, Xie Bi An was still trembling in fear, his frowning brows, twitching eyelids, and grey lips added to his vulnerability.

After looking at him for a long time, Fan Wu She could not help but reach out his hand to gently stroke his pale cheek, tracing every part of his features and every inch of his skin. A layer of puffy sweat appeared on his face, which felt like boiling water, scalding his hand and making it tremble slightly.

Fan Wu She leaned down and stared at Xie Bi An from close range. His dangling eyes were glowing with a bestial intensity that did not match his age or appearance. He closed his eyes and opened them again as if he was struggling. Finally, he grabbed Xie Bi An’s chin and kissed those slightly parted lips fiercely.

Those lips were moist and cool, so soft that they seemed unable to withstand any kind of pressure. The moment their lips pressed together, Fan Wu She's mind went blank, and then, like water flowing down from a high mountain, like a thousand horses rushing on a boundless grassland, like countless fireworks exploding in the night sky, his body trembled, barely being able to withstand the tide of love that was raging at him at this moment.

It has been a hundred years.

A hundred years of being sent to the infernal hell, he had suffered endless torture to atone for the thousands of killings that he had done. Almost no one could keep their heart sane in the infernal hell, but he had endured a hundred years by relying on the three words: Zong Zi Heng. He would not forget this man, he would not forget these lips, he would not forget this body, and he would not forget the love-hate relationship entangling between them.

His longing was a behemoth about to break free, but in the end, he did not dare to kiss too deeply or too hard. He savored these lips and teeth, and left his own mark on this person, and only until Xie Bi An struggled unconsciously from breathlessness did he reluctantly let go.

"You are mine, you are mine ...," Fan Wu She murmured painfully as he gently touched the warm and cool lips, "you will be mine in the end."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Fan Wu She fiercely bounced up and said in a stern voice, "Who is it?!"

The person outside the door was startled, "Uh, I'm, Xu Mao, I heard that little White Master is unwell, so I came to visit."

"No need, he's just tired."

"Really? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

"No need."

"Then I won't bother you. By the way, there is one more thing, Lord Lan has arrived. He has asked me to come and let little White Master know if we can have a chat in the evening, but I didn't expect my disciple to tell me that little White Master is unwell ..."

"Who?" Fan Wu She alertly asked.

"Oh, Jinling Xianyue pavilion’s Lord Lan, Lan Chui Han."

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PS: Finally a kiss YEEEEEEEEEEE

crow-green*[鸦青]: colour below: