Chapter 4: Yuexue Peak Peaceful Life

Mo Shulin has walked through the knee-deep snow to take the remaining hot water in the kitchen. Walking back and forth in the cold weather, Mo Shulin really hoped that he could take another sip of warm tea.

Because he had walked for a long time, the snow got shoved around, creating a pathway for him to walk.

Even though the house is small and dilapidated, there’s actually a lot of things for him to do. Cleaning, repairing furnitures, strengthening the roof, sweeping away the snow, the things that can be seen, are all the work he need to do.

Mo Shulin strolled around and found that Bai Yuming was really lazy.

The commonly used rooms in the house are indeed clean. Bai Yuming will use the dust removal spell to remove dust and stains, but the corners still has dust and cobwebs that are exactly as thick as the one in the kitchen. The rooms inside this house were cold just like an ice cellar, also the house was heightened a bit to avoid bugs and water seepage.

Mo Shulin plans to clean the room every morning in the future. If the weather is sunny, he’ll fix the roof and shove the surrounding snow a little to prevent the house from being crushed by it. All of these was just so he could look like a good disciple.

After he done all of those work, the rest of the time are leisurely, where he could free to cultivate. Using the rich spiritual energy in Yuexue Peak, Mo Shulin was accumulating spiritual energy to nourish his spirit root.

Mo Shulin’s spirit root was injured by the demonic energy, but it doesn’t mean his spirit root was destroyed completely. Some simple spells could be used to clear it.

It’s just that if he doesn’t want to clear the demonic energy, it’ll be difficult for him to build a foundation in this life.

It’s not easy to clear the demon energy around the spiritual root, otherwise there won’t be so many righteous and evil demon cultivators in the cultivator continent. Some people voluntarily indulge themselves being a demon, but most are poor people who got hurt by demon cultivators and doesn’t want to watch the end of their lives.

In his previous life, Mo Shulin was a Demon Lord, and he had seen all kinds of demon cultivation, knowing that demon cultuvation didn’t necessarily mean killing. If there’s a choice, who wants to be an evil cultivator with a bad reputation?

Although Feiyun Valley was poor, his father was a stern person. If his father knew he had entered the demon path, Mo Shulin was afraid his father would be furious to the point he’ll fly out of the spirit-inducing artifact.

Thinking of his parents, Mo Shulin couldn’t help sighing.

His parents have long wanted to find an internal connection, letting him become an inner disciple in a big sect. Now by chance, he has become the inner disciple of the elder in Liangji sect. Maybe his parents will be happy?

It’s just that Mo Shulin couldn’t swallow the human blood buns that could exchange Feiyun Valley’s lives.

The bloody picture was surging in his mind, and Mo Shulin really hated it. Fists clenched, his nails squeezed into palms, but not as painful as the agony inside his heart.

“Ahhhhhh! Why is this ghost king so good at it, I’ll be bent.” The voice from Bai Yuming’s room interrupted Mo Shulin’s thoughts.

Mo Shulin: “…”

“Oh my God. The Shura Field is coming. As long as the Demon Lord is handsome enough, I can do it.”

The voice yelled so hard that all of the negative emotions in his head disappeared. Mo Shulin was shocked hearing the words Demon Lord, he couldn’t help but curse in his heart, and began to clean up the bedroom.

A few days later.

Mo Shulin got used to the days in Yuexue peak.

He got up early in the morning, first briefly cleaned the inner house, and then began to clear the snow that fell on the outdoor corridor.

Yuexue peak has a few light snows occasionaly. There was an avalanche on the other side of the mountain, which had little impact on the thatched house.

At first, Mo Shulin tried to save time, however he heard Bai Yuming’s whisper outside the door, but what he got was “Don’t abuse the heroine anymore.”

“Ah, the villain is him.”

“Don’t be like this, Demon Lord.”

Such absurd dream talk.

When Bai Yuming didn’t go out, Mo Shulin’s life was no different from living alone.

Mo Shulin reminiscing the time before his rebirth, and his soul was still a Demon Lord covered with blood and dirt. He was able to accept the death of his parents, but he didn’t want to be grieving like the spirits sealed in a wine cellar. As time went on, instead of letting go, he became more uncomfortable.

In order to survive in his last life, Mo Shulin searched for missions day and night to earn spirit stones. How could he have time to think about living in leisure.

Now these days has settled, but he became flustered by idleness.

Although Mo Shulin didn’t have any changes during the day, he always dreamed of his parents at night. Later, he set up a small incense case in his room and burned incense for Feiyun Valley every day, so his mind would be a little relaxed.

Mo Shulin had imagined what if his parents still had spiritual wisdom and asked him for help.

But he didn’t dare think about it.

His spiritual roots became injured, let alone get revenge, he’s still unable to cultivate. If he choose to go into the demon path, even if he rescue his parents, his parents will only curse him for being a rebellious son. Both decisions felt wrong.

After these few days, the collapsed courtyard gate was completely covered by snow, leaving a faded thatch stubbornly leaning on the snow.

Mo Shulin, who was wiping the corridors, would have a sense of life experience when he saw it.

He feel that thatch is as humble as him, yet still holding on in this wind and snow. His life was saved by exhausting the lives of the entire clan. This thatch also relied on the bamboo planks underneath to support it and survived the cold wind.

Suddenly there was a humiliating voice on the quiet Yuexue Peak, then he heard cursing voices in Bai Yuming’s room, “What’s the matter with this male protagonist. He actually deceived his master and destroyed his ancestor, causing the meridian to be broken. Such a man what is the difference between the master and the villain. It’ll be useless for the male protagonist to wash white in the future. No, no, I have to write to the author, I want to send a knife, I so furious!”

Mo Shulin: “…”

It seems Bai Yuming didn’t sleep last night, turns out he was busy reading scripts.

Although he had been on the peak for several days, he still couldn’t get used to the sounds that Bai Yuming made from time to time.

Bai Yuming probably thought his room was soundproofed very well, so he didn’t even care about his existence. However, like today’s cold weather, Yuexue peak, who has no bird and insects, is very quiet. In addition, he still maintains the Qi-refining seventh-level cultivation base. Even if Mo Shulin is in his bedroom, Bai Yuming’s word from the bottom of his heart could still be heard clearly.

One night, he even heard Bai Yuming’s belly laughing. The unpretentious laughter directly pulled Mo Shulin out of his nightmare, and he could finally fell asleep again. But only Bai Yuming’s laughter was left in his dream, which was extremely aggressive.

Apart from this small problem, Bai Yuming is fine.

After all, Bai Yuming hadn’t been out of the house in the past few days, he couldn’t find faults even if he wanted to.

The thatched house is just that big, Mo Shulin has cleaned everything that can be cleaned in the past few days. The house is too old and dilapidated. There’s still many places that only carpenter could fix.

But the residence on the peak is paid by the owner himself and was built according to his preferences

Some people like to live in luxury houses, and some like to live in caves, so the head won’t allocate additional money for Bai Yuming to repair the house. Fang Guanshi was interested in fishing for oil, but Bai Yuming didn’t say anything, so he couldn’t just reach out and pay the money in Bai Yuming’s pocket directly.

With a clean face, Bai Yuming, who can only give a scripture for his disciple, naturally has no money for maintenance. Mo Shulin didn’t expect the poor master to be of any use. As long as Bai Yuming doesn’t lose the position of an elder, he can still use the name of inner disciple to survive the day and save a little money.

Now that the mountains are covered by heavy snow, it’s inconvenient for Mo Shulin to cut some woods and repair the dilapidated house. He can only maintain the condition of the house first.

When spring starts next year, he’ll repair the courtyard gate and fix the fence. It’s best to plant some hardy flowers and trees. In winter, it won’t be so deserted to the point he can’t even eat sweet potatoes.

Mo Shulin was so moved when he thought about future worries in the coming winter.

In his last life, after taking revenge on the demon cultivator, he drank in the palace all day long, living in a daze. At that time, Mo Shulin didn’t even care whether he could live until tomorrow, almost as if he’s a walking dead.

In this rebirth, he’s still too late. Mo Shulin did his best to seek help from various sects, so that the old, weak and sick could leave the valley or hide. Although he escaped the tragedy, his life turned into hell with Smiling Whitehead surrounding the valley.

This is probably fate.

But compared to the previous life, Mo Shulin suffered a lot less. Although his spiritual root was eroded by demonic energy, it wasn’t as miserable as the previous life. Although it’s difficult to breakthrough now, his cultivation base can still be maintained at the seventh level of Qi refining period, so he won’t be completely powerless.

Not to mention, he has become Bai Yuming’s inner disciple and doesn’t need to be oppressed by his fellow students.

Mo Shulin clenched his fists, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

No matter what, he finally saw the light.

He could finally have hope everyday.

Turning his head, he glanced at Bai Yuming’s room.

Mo Shulin: “…”

There is no sound at this time? Every time he got interrupted was exactly when he’s the most melancholy and sorrow, by shouting strange and vulgar plots to him, this little white rabbit has became really good now.

After another two days, Mo Shulin finally survived Bai Yuming’s offensive voices until the day to get his spirit stones.

Mo Shulin, who had cleaned the house once, didn’t wait for Bai Yuming to leave. Seeing the sun was about to rise to the top of his head until it turned to noon, Mo Shulin’s heart began to feel uneasy.

It’s not surprising that a cultivator could be in seclusion for a year and a half. Liangji sect is a sect for martial art, so they won’t pit one or two spirit stones.

But Mo Shulin will be the one who suffers, he deeply understood that the unhandled spirit stones weren’t his own. Mo Shulin worried that Fang Guanshi would serve Yang and violates Yin, and wasn’t sure if Fang Guanshi would recognize his name as an inner disciple.

To prevent imposters, clerical tokens, disciple’s clothes, and registration lists, these trivial matters cannot be taken by themselves, and must be carried by those who took them in.

If it’s an outer disciple, then it’ll be taken by Fang Guanshi who took over the task from the beginning. If they become an inner disciple, their senior will usually lead the new disciple. Mo Shulin has no other senior, so Bai Yuming had to take him personally to prove that he’s Bai Yuming’s new disciple.

Bai Yuming has been fascinated by reading, and Mo Shulin didn’t dare to urge him. Now that it’s the day to get the spirit stones, Mo Shulin feels that he has a relatively good image.

After brewing a pot of tea, Mo Shulin decided to try it out first.

Mo Shulin knocked on the door lightly and asked in a low voice: “Master, I have heated some tea, would you like to taste it?”

“Wait.” Bai Yuming’s voice was surprised and doubtful from inside the room. The sound of rustling cloth and bare foot stepping on the floor could be heard.

Mo Shulin’s face was flushed.

Could it be that this person wears no clothes in the bedroom?

After a while, Bai Yuming said, “Come in.”

There was a little panic in his voice, as if he was glancing left and right, searching for any little secrets left.

Mo Shulin held the tea with one hand and pushed the door with the other, carefully peeping in. Seeing that familiar red dress, Mo Shulin breathed a sigh of relief, and the action of pushing the door came down naturally.