In a flash, his da shixiong was already standing on the enemy’s ship. Shen Xiaojiang was dazzled by what he saw. Suddenly, a low and cold voice came from beside him, “It’s not that there’s no spiritual energy fluctuation, stupid.”
Fang Zhiyuan leaned on the railing, looking at the snow-white figure nearby, and the corners of his lips curled up inadvertently. “It’s because the spiritual energy used was too weak, and with your level of cultivation, you aren’t able to detect it.”
Meanwhile, on the opposite boat.
“You! What are you going to do? This is a top-grade defensive formation. Don’t even think about it…”
The young master of the Fang family’s side branch was like a frightened bird, hiding behind Steward Xue with a pale face. “Hurry up and fire! Blow him down for me!!”
The tool cultivator controlling the ship was sweating profusely. “No, young master! If the main mast breaks, the boat’s magic circle won’t hold up, and we’ll fall!”
The young master cried out, “Steward, Steward Xue!!”
The old steward was in a bind. How could he dare fight with Lin Fuqing? If Yin Changxin got angry, it would be easy enough to destroy the Fang family in Huizhou.
He had no choice but to step forward tremblingly, nodding and bowing. “Little Immortal Lord Lin, we are blind. My young master is naughty and got carried away…Little Immortal Lord Lin has always been kind and chivalrous, please show mercy…”
Lin Fuqing ignored him and turned his head to look at the opposite side from a distance.
Fang Zhiyuan was still speaking in a low voice, “…The mental method of Traceless is extremely simple. It emphasizes following the flow of things, leveraging the force, and drawing on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to control the wind. It’s recognized by the immortal world as the lightness technique with the least energy loss.”
“If you can understand it, it’ll be very suitable for a weakling like you with weak spiritual energy, or a lazy person like my senior brother…”
Shen Xiaojiang was stunned and nodded randomly.
Fang Shixiong pinched his brows and sighed, muttering to himself, “Why am I teaching the children for my shige?”
Before he’d finished speaking, Fang Zhiyuan’s heart suddenly moved, and when he looked up, he met Lin Fuqing’s gaze.
He was startled for a moment, then he narrowed his sharp eyes and smiled at his senior brother, exuding a kind of frightening evil aura.
It was as if he was saying, look how well I treated you, how hard I worked for you, and how I listened to you.
Lin Fuqing also responded with a faint smile.
Okay, okay, you teach the children for me and I’ll vent your anger for you.
Aren’t we even now?
While looking at Fang Zhiyuan’s sharp eyes, he pointed a white finger at the defensive formation under his feet, and calmly uttered a syllable, “Break.”
Snap——
Under the horrified gaze of everyone on the Fang family’s millet boat, the young man in white flicked his fingers lightly, and the magic formation that had not been shattered by artillery fire let out a clear and mournful cry…
It broke with a sound!!
A superior defensive array?
In Lin Fuqing’s eyes, it was just a rotten network full of loopholes.
There was no longer a barrier on the millet boat engraved with the Vermillion Qilin totem.
Steward Xue looked as pale as death, and the cultivators who were guarding the noble young master had already put on desperate expressions, as if they were ready to fight to the death.
The young master was still in a daze and said, “No, no, my father is Fang Bangjie from Huizhou. You can’t hurt me—“
Unexpectedly, Lin Fuqing stood still for a moment.
The corners of his pink lips curved up, and the aura around him was like ice and snow melting.
He suddenly stretched lazily and said calmly and condescendingly, “Why is Mr. Fang shivering like this? Are you cold?”
The young master was stunned at first, then he became angry.
He said aggrievedly, “You, you…”
“Me?” The young man in white smiled. “Since you found the journey so boring, I was just playing a joke with you to help relieve your boredom.”
Young Master: “…”
Lin Fuqing asked sincerely, “Are you happy?”
Steward Xue nudged the young master.
The latter grounded his teeth, his eyes red. “I’m so happy… so happy… Thank you, Little Immortal Lord Lin, for your thoughtfulness!”
Lin Fuqing secretly praised him for being tactful.
He turned around and said, “I won’t bother you anymore after the joke. Please, Mr. Fang, give Zhiyuan’s regards to your master.”
He took a single quick step and the main mast cracked with a snap!
“We’ll meet again at the Golden Osmanthus Challenge if we’re lucky.”
He actually left the millet boat so simply, as gracefully as Tathagata.
Boom——
Behind him, the huge iron mast collapsed!
It seemed that for Lin Fuqing, flying in the air like this. Destroying a huge formation with ease, and breaking someone’s iron mast with one foot, was really just for fun.
Fang Zhiyuan stretched out his arm and brought his senior brother to his side.
Opposite them, the ship with its main mast broken was sliding down helplessly from the sky…
Xun Mingsi smiled and said, “Da Shixiong, you’re having a great time.”
Ye Huaguo was shocked. “Will he, he, and the others fall to their deaths?”
Lin Fuqing said, “No.”
The girl in green also laughed. “Da Shixiong is so kind.”
“……..”
Shen Xiaojiang felt dizzy and dazed.
He had deep doubts about the definition of “kindness.”
In the blink of an eye, Song Youdu got into the cockpit again, and Xuyun’s several true disciples went about their business.
Lin Fuqing and Fang Zhiyuan walked down the deck side by side, chatting about what to eat tonight.
What just happened did not cause any ripples in their hearts.
Whether it was the Golden Osmanthus Challenge, or the immortal cultivation family that had thrived for thousands of years, or even the entire immortal world combined.
In the eyes of Xuyun’s martial siblings, nothing was more important than making their da shixiong happy, venting the anger of their second shixiong, and thinking about what to eat tonight.
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That night.
The millet boat was still flying slowly, and the fog had long since dissipated.
The lights were on in the room, and Lin Fuqing sat by the window, looking out. He could vaguely see a few small black shadows on the horizon. They were other families’ millet boats, carrying young cultivators from all over the world, all coming to take the challenge at Jingui Palace.
Knock, knock, knock..
Lin Fuqing said, “Come in.”
Xun Mingsi, wearing blue clothes and holding a guqin, walked slowly in from outside the door.
Lin Fuqing was a little surprised. “What’s the matter?”
Xun Mingsi first put down his guqin, then sat down in front of Lin Fuqing and whispered, “Da Shixiong, Mingsi has something to say… I don’t know if I should say it.”
“Oh…” Lin Fuqing vaguely realized something and looked at the blue-robed musician deeply. “You’ve come to my place. If I tell you that you shouldn’t say it, will you stop talking?”
Xun Mingsi said in a gentle voice, “Yes. Since da shixiong thinks it shouldn’t be said, Mingsi will naturally not say it.”
“…….”
Lin Fuqing pondered for a moment, tapped the corner of the table with his fingers, tilted his head, and smiled, “I know what you want to say.”
Xun Mingsi said calmly, “Yes. Mingsi also knows that da shixiong knows what I want to say.”
“You and Fang Shixiong… didn’t try to hide it. Fourth shimei is too careless to notice it, and fifth shidi would be too lazy to think about it even if he noticed something was amiss. But Mingsi could see it…”
The lights flickered silently, and a ball of soft light enveloped the fellow disciples.
Inside the room, the dark shadows of both people were lengthened.
The guqin master’s eyes were as clear as cool jade, and he said softly, “Da shixiong and second shixiong have changed too much.”
In the silence, the candle wick crackled and exploded..
After the sound, the light gradually dimmed.
Xun Mingsi said, “It was after you came out of retreat this time. Mingsi initially suspected some evil magic such as possession, but after careful observation, I found that my shixiongs are still my shixing… but their temperaments have changed drastically.”
Lin Fuqing nodded and readily admitted it, “Yes, I really don’t intend to hide it from you.”
It was too tiring to have to pretend to be well-behaved when facing his fellow junior disciples.
He was a lazy man. He was tired enough in his previous life, and now he had a lot of troubles after his rebirth. Of course, he had to take time off wherever he could.
“Pity……”
Lin Fuqing put his fingers together and stretched them to the candlestick. His spirit energy turned into scissors, and he leaned against the window to cut the candle. The young man’s lazy and handsome silhouette fell on the window frame. “I don’t want to explain.”
Xun Mingsi’s expression slightly changed, and his voice became more urgent, “Mingsi is not here to ask for an explanation from da shixiong!”
Lin Fuqing raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Mingsi is here to say something to da shixiong.”
The guqin player took a short breath and said solemnly, “Xuyun is da shixiong’s Xuyun. No matter what has happened or will happen… we are da shixiong’s people in life and his ghosts in death.”
Lin Fuqing laughed. “Please forgive me for not explaining.”
The candlesticks regained their brightness. Xun Mingsi slowly held his guqin in front of him and asked, “Would you like to listen to some music, Da Shixiong?”
Lin Fuqing was not polite like his junior brother, and he requested folk song with a gentle and clear sound. When Xun Mingsi started to play, he said self-deprecatingly, “I can only understand these folk music, I’m sorry to have wronged you. With your piano skills, you should play elegant music… Mingsi, you need a soulmate.”
Xun Mingsi plucked the strings with his fingers and said, “There are not many people who enter the Dao through music, and ordinary cultivators are even less qualified to discuss highbrow music… It’s difficult to find a soulmate.”
Lin Fuqing said, “It is said that the Golden Osmanthus Challenge is a feast for the geniuses. Who knows, you might meet a soulmate as soon as you come down the mountain.”
“I appreciate your words, Da Shixiong.”
Xun Mingsi smiled. Although he was still polite, he did not seem to be very hopeful.
After the song was over, the blue-robed musician put away his guqin and stood up. “It’s getting late. I dare not disturb you any longer. Da Shixiong, have a good sleep.”
Lin Fuqing watched Xun Mingsi leave the room.
He sat alone in silence for a long time before he gently extinguished the candle.
The darkness rushed in like a tide.
Lin Fuqing closed his eyes, and felt a sharp pain in his temple. He suddenly exerted force on the fingers holding the corner of the desk, and the protruding joints trembled silently.
In the dim light, he seemed to see again the miserable state in which this usually gentle and elegant Xun Mingsi shidi had fallen when they met again after a long separation in his previous life.
—Blinded, ten fingers broken.
Even though he was already an emperor at that time, he could not help but feel a sharp pain in his heart and a burning sensation in his internal organs when he saw his shidi. At the sight, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the armrest of the Black Silver Dragon Throne.
How cruel… A stunning guqin player who pursued the path of music was tortured by his enemies, and they chopped off his beautiful fingers meant for touching musical strings…
At the time, immortal cultivators and demonic cultivators had completely broken off. Xun Mingsi was in the immortal family, but he stubbornly refused to become an enemy of Lin Fuqing’s Snow Bone City and was eventually branded as a demon…
The young demonic cultivator, who’d broken into Snow Bone City carrying the barely breathing Xun Mingsi on his back, knelt in front of him in a miserable state. His face was covered in blood and tears, and he kept knocking his head to the ground in despair.
“My Lord, please save him, please save him…”
“It was because of me that he’d fallen into the hands of those beasts…”
Lin Fuqing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
—No, he couldn’t be overwhelmed by these bloody memories. It won’t be repeated in this life. After all, Mingsi was just finished playing the guqin for him…
He was the da shixiong, and he would not lose his composure first.
After calming down a little, Lin Fuqing opened his eyes and thought secretly: In his previous life, Xun Mingsi did not come to the Golden Osmanthus Challenge. If he met that person sooner, perhaps he could turn the bad fate into a good one.
With the power behind that person, even if something happened to him in the future, at least he could protect Third Xun.
His third shidi was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. He looked elegant, but he had a strong sense of righteousness deep in his bones. He was also a man of great wisdom and would be hurt. Among Xuyun’s true disciples, Xun Mingsi was the one who worried him the most, aside from Fang Zhiyuan.
And Zhiyuan…
Forget it, there really was no one in the Three Realms who dared to say that he could “protect” the Immortal Sovereign Fang. Even his master Yin Changxin, who was as close as his biological father, could not discipline this little calamity star.
…Yes, that was the spark he had personally picked up from the deep sea. He should protect it personally.
Lin Fuqing sighed and looked out the window.
In the night, thousands of lights shone vaguely in the distance, twinkling and illuminating a lake of stars in front of his eyes.
The millet boat slowly traveled through the clouds.
Liuhua Continent appeared.
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Translator Notes:
Tathagata = A name that Buddist gave himself. In Sanskrit, it means thus gone, gone to the absolute
Translator Thoughts
Xixi: I wonder if the reason he won’t tell Xun Mingsi was because he didn’t want him to know about his eventual fate.
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