Chapter 13

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Striking a Stone with an Egg (1)

It was a late night, and the sky was bright.

Pei Yu waved her sleeves, and the blood mist poured into her robe, leaving no trace of blood on the corpses. Everything looked clean, as if nothing had happened.

The houses in Yan Village are just like this: chickens don’t crow, dogs don’t bark, and they are almost weirdly quiet.

“Could it be…” Pei Yu’s face showed a deep color. Suddenly, her eyes condensed slightly, and she took out the Viewing Mirror, which showed that three people were coming to Yan Village.

The three young men are all dressed as scribes.

Moon white long shirt with double breasted, wide-sleeved, and black flowing water patterns embroidered on the sleeve collars, and the clothes belts look like the wind when they walk, and they are very elegant.

Pei Yu’s eyes are like ice, staring at the leader. She immediately recognized that this was Zhang Ru and his two followers, Zhang Suishan and Ji Shou.

Zhang Ru has a fair complexion, a handsome face, a smile at the corners of his mouth, and looks like a modest and polite gentleman.

And Ji Shou, who followed him, carried a shed peacock in his hands, and Zhang Suishan held an ebony treasure box in both hands.

Pei Yu let out a ray of blood and quietly probed.

Zhang Ru is a ninth-level qi training, and the other two have a sixth-level qi and a seventh-level qi. They appeared here, and in all likelihood, they went to the Flower Viewing Festival, and stopped here, that is to say, there is a monk who is at least a golden core sitting nearby.

But her own cultivation is completely non-existent, she only has some methods of controlling the corpse and strange tricks. The only thing that can be relied on is blood mist and a corpse with four levels of qi training. If it is fighting head-on, it is no different from striking the stone with eggs.

(T/N: striking the stone with eggs means an almost impossible to accomplish situation)

Very light energy surrounds the three of them, and they have no feeling at all, but the shed peacock flapped its wings and starts struggling.

“What is this beast going to do?” Ji Shou said in disgust when it slapped his face. If it wasn’t for this beast that they finally caught, and intended to give it to the little junior sister as a spiritual pet, he would have slaughtered the beast to get the pill. Although the Hundred Years Demon Pill was useless, it was still a rare good thing for their qi training disciples.

Zhang Ru squinted at him, the feather fan covered most of his face, “What are you struggling with?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zhang Suishan echoed, “Brother Zhang, but this beast has a terrible hair loss, and it is really ugly now. Should we raise it to the younger sister and send it?”

Zhang Ru sneered, “The country girl, how can you dislike it? If she doesn’t like it, skin the beast and take the inner alchemy.”

“Yes, yeah, if the little junior sister honestly exercises qi, the inner alchemy is of great benefit to her, and she will definitely be happy.”

“Oh, who said we were giving it to her,” Zhang Ru’s fan was lightly raised, “Send it to the master sister.”

Zhang Suishan’s smile remained frozen for a moment, and then he agreed: “Yes, yeah, the master sister will definitely be happy.”

“Little Junior Sister doesn’t have a spiritual pet by her side. Take this peacock with her. From now on, she can think of me when she sees the peacock. The master sister is different. She doesn’t need a spiritual pet or a demon pill, but this demon pill is useful to me. I gave it to her, it shows my sincerity.” Zhang Ru said, quite self-satisfied on the face.

“Senior Brother really knows how to manage women.” Ji Shou pleased him with a sharp remark.

Zhang Ru suddenly looked up and was in a daze. It was as if he saw a pair of sparkling eyes in the clouds. The emotion in those eyes was too strong, and he couldn’t help but be stunned.

“Brother, what’s wrong?”

Zhang Ru touched the corner of his mouth, wondering: “Strange, is there someone else using Junior Sister’s Flower Viewing Mirror?”

Pei Yu put the mirror into her arms, took up the mask around her waist, and blinked her eyes. Suddenly a little nun was sitting on the back of the cow.

The Flower Festival will be open soon, and the monks of all walks of life will have to pass by Yan Village… As a person of the Immortal Sect, she doesn’t mind making trouble for the Xitu Buddhist sect.

(T/N: the Buddhist sect is basically another name for the Zhuangzi Saints that has been referenced throughout)

Xitu and Gushan have had grudges for a long time, but when it comes to the root cause, it is still related to the Flower Festival.

Thousands of years ago, the sages and giants were arguing about respecting ghosts and gods or respecting the destiny of the Flower Festival.

The holy monk of Mingyuan pinched the flower and smiled, and the Immortal Sect Daoist fondled the tiger while preaching.

Everything was in harmony, until the Dao Lord spirit pampered the big white tiger’s stomach with two chuckles. The Dao Lord looked left and right, but could not find food. Suddenly he had an idea, and said to Mingyuan: “Holy monk, do you want to act like a Buddha and feed the tiger with your body?”

Mingyuan’s smile froze.

Later, Xitu and Gushan became more and more displeased when they looked at each other, and because of ideological issues, the dispute between Buddhism and Daoism was comparable to the conflict between Confucianism and Mohism. It’s not pretty.

Pei Yu remembered that when Gushan was destroyed in the previous life, the old bald donkeys gloated.

The rising mist was irradiated by the morning sun, and it seemed to be stained with a hint of red.

Ji Shou felt something was wrong, “Is this fog a bit weird?”

Zhang Ru shook his fan, “It’s only natural fortune, but looking at the fog, I think of an old thing three hundred years ago.”

Zhang Suishan asked: “But Jiang City was besieged?”

Zhang Ru nodded, “Back then, a blood mist was inexplicably rising outside Jiang City. Among them were not only corpse puppets, but also several god demons whose cultivation was comparable to the nascent soul.”

The other two were shocked when they heard the words, “God demon? Isn’t that…”

“There is death and no life,” Zhang Ru chuckled lightly. “That was true back then. The city lord tried various ways to ask for help but was cut off by the blood mist, but luckily the disciples of Gushan and their party were passing there.”

The two breathed a sigh of relief, “Gushan came to the rescue, no wonder Jiang City was rescued back then.”

Zhang Ru laughed, “But among the disciples of that line, the person with the highest cultivation level is only the golden core consummation.”

Ji Shou and Zhang Suishan’s hearts hung again, “Isn’t that giving rations to the demon?”

“Yes, but the golden core disciple was also extraordinary. She killed several god demons with a single sword. At this moment, a profound demon suddenly appeared in the blood mist.”

“Ah, ah… this is…” The two were dumbfounded, listening for a while.

Ji Shou stopped, “This is one point that I still don’t understand. It is obvious that she is not perfect with the golden core, how did she kill a profound demon with the highest cultivation level.”

For the amazingly talented generation, it is not impossible to kill people across realms, but crossing two realms to kill the gods and profound demons makes people feel not admiration, but fear.

He remembered the horror on his father’s face when he mentioned this matter, he sighed in his heart, and said, “Do you know the name of that golden core disciple?”

Zhang Suishan thought for a while, “Immortal sect disciple, is it the Daoist priest of the Immortal Sect, Ning Xiaozun now?”

Ji Shou retorted: “Three hundred years ago Ning Xiaozun had already reached the nascent soul. At that time it was from the golden core… Could it be Ding Fengzhu?”

Zhang Ru sneered, “Ding Fengzhu, he’s not worthy. That person is called Huai Bai. You will see her at this year’s Flower Festival.”

Zhang Suishan asked inconceivably: “Huai Bai? Isn’t she a waste of the golden core of stagnation?”

“Trash?” Zhang Ru looked solemn, and couldn’t help putting down the feather fan in his hand, sighing with emotion: “Three hundred years ago, no one dared to say such a thing, but…”

In the mist, a little nun came slowly riding a scalper.

Strike a rock with a egg, you may not lose.

Translator here! So xianxia cultivation terms are very confusing. I don’t remember if/when the author lists out what realms of cultivation exist in this world, but think of them as like, power levels. Usually it goes qi refining to foundation building to golden core to nascent soul to transforming gods to profound to etc etc. In addition to that, there are sub-levels of each where they increase in number levels to consummation to perfecting the level. The “stagnation” the guys are talking about means she hasn’t advanced since then.

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