Hua Che's eyes were full of sarcasm, "The Shang Qing Immortal Sect's teachings are to eliminate demons, protect the world for thousands of years. But look at you now. You're one generation worse than the last. You're so indifferent to the students who come to seek guidance. Can you still expect to go out into the world to suppress demons and show mercy to humanity?"

 

Better the Fen Qing Palace Hall in the Demon Realm; at least they were thoroughly wicked. Unlike them, pretending to be good.

Lu Yao's face heated up, watching the disciplined Zuo Qi, momentarily at a loss.

Wen Yuan was in awe, admiringly casting his eyes towards Hua Che.

However, the neglected giant python finally erupted.

It spat out its long snake tongue, instantly entrapping two people to devour alive. Despite Lin Yan not having many abilities, in this situation, his first instinct wasn't to run but rather to save people.

Taking it from who knows where, Lin Yan sprinkled something onto the snake's tongue while shouting.

Hua Che felt utterly powerless to comment. Although he admired the courage of this little sprout, but...

"Did you treat it as an ordinary snake?" he asked incredulously.

"Huh?" Lin Yan looked perplexed, scratching his head, "There are always snakes in my family's fields. Every time, we use realgar powder (NT: red pigment derived from arsenic, used in fireworks), and it works great!"

Hua Che was truly defeated by his innocence.

At the same time, a flash of brilliance, and the python's tongue split in two, splattering dark green fluid, causing the surrounding flora to wither.

Everyone was stunned, subconsciously looking towards the source of the activated True energy—it was the taciturn white-clad youth.

Wen Yuan, who had just freed himself from the Silencing Spell, shouted, "It's poisonous all over; don't let it touch you!"

Belatedly realizing he had been scratched, Da Hu exclaimed, "Damn!"

The python, suffering the pain of a severed tongue, twisted on the ground, tossing up sand and dust.

Seizing the opportunity, Wen Yuan rushed to save the two people entangled by the severed tongue. Covered in saliva, they looked miserable. Wen Yuan quickly sealed their acupoints and administered antidotes to the python’s poison.

Turning back, Chu Binghuan confirmed that everything was fine on Hua Che’s end. He then clenched his right hand, and a silver-white treasure sword manifested.

Drawing the long sword, an impatient Hua Che moved swiftly. He lifted into the air, holding the sword like a fountain pen, seemingly light and effortless. A graceful stroke, and a three-zhang-long bloodline instantly split open on the python's back!

Everyone stared dumbfoundedly. Wen Yuan, who couldn't believe his eyes, shouted, "It's the lord, and he's been sliced like tofu!?"

The python was experiencing such intense pain that it could only convulse helplessly without being able to perform any other actions.

 

Skillfully evading the splattering poison, Chu Binghuan executed another precise strike. This instance, the white-clad young man successfully struck the python's center with precision. As a result, the Lord lost the ability to twitch and collapsed lifeless on the spot.

 

As its colossal body descended, the ground quivered thrice.

 

Everyone: "..."

 

Amidst the whistling wind and fluttering clothes, the sleeves unavoidably got stained with the python's venom. Chu Binghuan, with mild germophobia, raised his hand and sliced off the sleeves.

Gracefully descending from the sky, Chu – cut sleeves - Binghuan (NT: cut sleevse is the slang for gay…) approached Wen Yuan and, in a clear and flat tone, said, "It's over."

Wen Yuan: "..."

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Hua Che exhaled a cool breath. Among peers, Chu Binghuan was undoubtedly outstanding. Although he cultivated the weakest path in the immortal cultivation world, whenever he engaged in combat, his adversaries invariably found themselves wailing akin to ghosts or howling reminiscent of wolves.

 

In the past life, he and Chu Binghuan were like yin and yang, one with a notorious reputation that terrified the heroes of the immortal path, and the other renowned in the demonic path.

"What was that just now?" Zuo Qi, kneeling on the ground, had a shocked expression, his pupils contracting. " Listening Spring?! Isn’t that the Listening Spring Sword!?"

"What?" Lu Yao was extremely surprised. "Isn't that the town sect treasure of the Yuntian Shuijing?"

Zuo Qi gritted his teeth and said, "An ancient famous sword, passed down through generations, yet no one could draw it! Why does he have Listening Spring, and how can he use it!?"

Struggling to stand up, Zuo Qi stumbled and knelt again. "Hey! Who exactly are you!?"

Chu Binghuan's indifferent gaze fell lightly on Zuo Qi, then shifted elsewhere.

Before Zuo Qi could ask again, Da Hu, with a pale face, was wailing, holding onto Wen Yuan's thigh. "Senior Brother, save me! I'm going to die, I'm poisoned, and I'm going to die from poisoning!"

Wen Yuan, startled, noticed Da Hu's abnormal complexion. Observing the bloodied wound caused by the python's scales, Wen Yuan exclaimed, "Oh no, the lord's poison can't be resolved with ordinary medicine. I have to take you back to the Lingxiao Palace Hall to find Master for treatment. But the journey is long, and before you even get there..."

Da Hu felt like the sky was falling. "No, no, I don't want to die. I don't want to die! Save me, Senior Brother, save me..."

Mu Rongsa approached, adding salt to the wound, "I heard that the selection of disciples in the Lingxiao Palace Hall is also very strict. Be careful not to lose your life in vain after paying respects to your master!"

Wasn't this what Da Hu said when they were going up the mountain?

"You!" Da Hu, in his desperation, almost succumbed to the poison on the spot.

Mu Rongsa spread his hands innocently. "It's useless to glare at me. In this desolate mountain, where will you find a doctor or cultivator?"

Da Hu, not knowing whether it was retribution, wailed bitterly.

Hua Che glanced at Chu Binghuan.

Chu Binghuan understood and, with an expressionless face, walked behind Da Hu. He pointed at the back of Da Hu's heart, and Da Hu immediately spat out blood.

Wen Yuan said, "This young master..."

Chu Binghuan took out a silver needle, looked away, and stabbed it into Da Hu's neck. Da Hu felt a sudden numbness, as if frozen, falling to the ground in a strange posture, unable to blink his eyes. After a while, he awkwardly uttered some words, "Damn, I can't move. Haha, ah, ah, ah, no, save..."

Hua Che's expression was complicated. "Are you..."

"Stabbed the wrong place," Chu Binghuan mentioned plainly, pulling out the silver needle and stabbing it in a different spot.

Da Hu immediately emitted a pig-like scream!

Chu Binghuan, still expressionless, explained, "I'm sorry, I'm a novice; my skills are not yet refined."

Hua Che: "..."

I don't believe you, big liar!

Learning medicine at the age of three, tasting hundreds of herbs at five, cultivating the medical path at seven, and mastering poison at twelve, challenging all under the heavens with the Yuntian Shuijing, and you're pretending to be inexperienced!

Deep down, Hua Che knew that Chu Binghuan was intentional, but he was still slightly moved—just a little.

In the end, Da Hu cried and laughed, making a fuss.

"I just opened the Eight Extraordinary Meridians for you with a finger, but accidentally stabbed the wrong place. So all your meridians are itching terribly. Fortunately, Hua Che's timely reminder prompted me to change the needle's location, turning the itch into pain. After I neutralized the Lord's poison, it became both itchy and painful." Chu Binghuan uttered these words with unparalleled calmness. Finally, he consoled, "Endure it, and you'll be fine in seven days."

Endure seven days of unbearable itching and pain!?

Da Hu collapsed, thinking it would be better to let him die from the poison!

Hua Che felt a chill.

How terrifying, the way of medicine and cultivation!

Lu Yao was shaken, holding the Listening Spring Sword, with exquisite medical skills, resembling a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth... Putting together various features, the answer was clear!

"Chu Tianyu." Lu Yao's heart pounded.

If Mu Rongsa from the Fengming Valley ran to the Lingxiao Palace Hall, it would be fine. But why did the eldest son of the Yuntian Shuijing also come to the Lingxiao Palace Hall to pay respects to a master?

This was simply inconceivable and shocking!

Lin Yan found two eggs in the crack, wiped off the mud with his sleeve, and asked, "Could it be the Lord's children?"

Mu Rongsa followed and looked, saying, "What should we do?"

Lin Yan inquired, "Isn't it a bit too much to kill them just because they are two eggs?"

Mu Rongsa responded, "Cut off troubles at the root, or wait until they grow up for revenge?"

Lin Yan hesitated and said, "What if they are not snake eggs but bird eggs stolen by the Lord? Or maybe due to the earthquake just now, they rolled here from elsewhere. If we kill them without investigating, isn't it a bit..."

Mu Rongsa pondered with his chin held up, saying, "You're right. Let's keep them for now. When they hatch, we can kill them."

*

After the three-day assessment, Lu Yao and Zuo Qi left. Wen Yuan brought the remaining students back to the Lingxiao Peak, met with the second senior brother who had been waiting for a long time, gathered the injured disciples, and sent them home properly.

The only ones left were Hua Che, Chu Binghuan, Mu Rongsa, and Lin Yan.

After arranging the four surviving kids, Wen Yuan and the second senior brother went to meet Zhuang Tian.

Hearing Wen Yuan vividly describe the assessment process, Zhuang Tian, who had been leisurely seated, turned pale, falling from his rocking chair to the ground. His sharp, wide-eyed gaze expressed disbelief, shouting, "Wha-what? You said the young master of the Fengming Valley came to our Lingxiao Palace Hall?!"

"And also the eldest son of the Yuntian Shuijing," Wen Yuan, bathed in cold sweat, explained, lowering his brows and eyes. "He held the Listening Spring Sword, and his medical skills are extraordinary. He should be Chu Tianyu."

Zhuang Tian, who had just stood up, fell back to the ground.

"Why did he come?" Zhuang Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Isn't he comfortable at his own home? Isn't going to the Shang Qing Immortal Sect good enough? Why would he come to our impoverished and remote place to eat common food!"

Wen Yuan was also distressed. Seeing his master's worried face, he couldn't bear to deliver the bad news. "Master, please sit down."

Zhuang Tian, panting, adjusted his beard. "What's going on?"

Wen Yuan said, "There's a student named Hua Che who, in a fit of anger, beat up the immortal master from the Shang Qing Immortal Sect."

Zhuang Tian's vision blurred. "..."

Wen Yuan continued, "Master, these three disciples... Would you still dare to accept them?"

Zhuang Tian remained silent.

This Master wanted some quiet time.

 

Translator : DarNan