47 - A Kiddo with a Missing Soul
"Tut tut, is this east? Or, is that east?"
A melodic voice chirped and hummed from time to time behind the ancient Chinese plum trees. A little girl in pink robes could be seen playfully hopping down a winding stone path that weaved past those trees.
Of course, that little girl was none other than the ghostlike existence that confounded those poor naive disciples.
Yin was sure that her lie would not hold for long. Therefore, before those youngsters realized the flaws in her words, she escaped towards the direction that they pointed at.
East.
To have the Sect Treasury placed inside a pocket dimension, that meant that it had good things stashed in there, pro
48 - Blockhead Zhang“Go… Leave…”The ten-year-old boy thought that the little girl did not leave because she did not manage to hear his words.Of course, he could not blame her; he should have spoken louder. Only, his throat badly hurt. One of his friends had tried to squeeze his neck, damaging his voice in the process.His mother once told him that communication is important. If the boy wanted to be understood, he had to clearly and honestly say what he needed or wanted to convey.How unfilial was he to not follow his mother's teachings?But... he could not talk. Even if he tried to, no sound would leave his mouth. Every time he forced his mouth open, he would
49 - Ye Zhihao?"Don't disappoint me, weirdo!"After those cheeky words were uttered, with a pressure so sudden, so heavy and so terrifying in its bizarreness, the temperature in the forest plummeted.All living beings that happened to be within several li from where Yin was standing were startled.Cold!Freezing!It was as if they were enclosed in a block of millennium ice!The thin spiritual qi mist in the air even seemed to form snowflakes and ice crystals because of the extremely low temperature.Even using only the naked eye, frost could be seen forming on the top layer of the nearby leaves an
50 - Young Master QingThe continent of Ying Xian was a place where the most revered people are those with great strength, where the voices heard are only those with astounding capabilities and where those with achievements in cultivation are either worshipped as gods or feared as devils.Nowadays, it was the age of relative peace, but several millennia ago, Ying Xian was a nameless, war-torn land straight out from the depths of hell, a broken piece of a world that was wholly painted in blood and carnage. Ying Xian was once a battleground where hundreds of races and clans once fought for territory and resources—to be more precise, for survival.The 'Wood' Qing Clan was one of those that had given birth to the most Spiritual Body owners for generations and generations, an ancient family that had seen way too many heave
51 - Servants of the Ye Clan"Young Miss Yin, I have not offended you. Why don't you let me join in?"From the darkness, a middle-aged man in standard Ye Sect white robes stepped out with a helpless expression on his face. He had a small friendly smile on, but the look in his eyes told Yin that he came here with ulterior motives.Yes, she felt that this smiling man was up to no good.Yin was one who never doubted her instincts. At her level, she need not to. It was the confidence of one who had experienced being an existence at the apex of the cultivation world.Bushy brows, a thin nose, eyes that seemed to squint in laughter...
52 - Wrongly Accused"I-I'm going to have my own... my own courtyard?"Hearing those stuttered words, coupled with Ye Zhihao's flushed and excited expression, Yin realized that this boy must have been neglected a lot, probably even to the point of having to experience countless sufferings, for him to be so thrilled over something as simple as having his own courtyard.What if she had Old Fogey Mo buy him a stick of the greatest invention this mortal realm had ever made—a stick of tanghulu? Then wouldn't he be floored to the point of no return?Aiya, so easy to please!"Silly boy!" Arms akimbo, with her nose turned up so high she was nearly looking at
53 - Ye Mo's Headache"Disperse, disperse! There is no danger here!"As he 'coolly' barked his order, Ye Mo could feel his face heating up.That brat! Could she not stay put in one place? Could he not leave her by herself even for a couple of hours?What was Wu Xuan'er thinking, letting this troublemaker run off on her own?!One had to know that his temporary manor and this part of the forest were quite a distance from each other, his new abode being in the central part of the sect territory where the spiritual qi gathered the most, while the other was located in the farthest, most isolated and most desolate side of the sect where the spiritual qi was even thinner than those in the areas outside of Leaf City.
54 - Fearsome Rune Array!A few minutes earlier...When Ye Sect's Tenth Elder told those present at the scene to disperse, everyone had been focusing on his intent to make them leave and his emphasis on the lack of danger... everyone but one.Qing Wu You!As the only person among the onlookers that was without a cultivation, not to mention that he was a little boy that belonged to the highly respected Purple Plumed General's group, Qing Wu You was not paid that much attention by Ye Mo or the others.The young frail-looking boy had long ignored the distracted people surrounding him. He slowly stepped closer to the tremendous array that emitted a piercingly cold and depressingly heavy feeling to anyone close enough to it.
55 - Trash? Says who? Lemme Kick that Donkey in the Head!Qing Wu You is the sole heir of the Second Imperial Prince, Qing Zhuang Xiang, known as the military’s Blood Commandant, and Fairy Ling Lan, the proud Saintess of her generation under the tutelage of the Nine Cauldron Sect. His Lord Father was a fearsome cultivator and a renowned protector of humankind, while his Lady Mother was a genius of one of the best refiner forces within the Qing Blessed Lands.As the saying goes, a tiger father will not beget a dog son. (1)Since young, Qing Wu You had been a favored son of the heavens. Not only was he part of royalty, but he was an acclaimed genius himself, able to awe the royal tutors teaching him the art of war, ancient history and cultivation theories, among many others.