Chapter 17

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When Xie

Bi An said he will wrap wontons, he really wraps wantons. When he said he will

punish him, he really punished him. After eating, he punished Fan Wu She to

clean the insides and outsides of the Heaven Master Palace.

When Fan

Wu She heard that Xie Bi An had asked him to mop the floor, he looked

incredulous: "You want me to mop the floor?"

"The

Heaven Master Palace is not small, so it should take a day or two to be fully

scrubbed." Xie Bi An smiled cheekily, "No spells allowed."

The

corners of Fan Wu She's mouth twitched, and he didn't say anything for some

time. Ask a Supreme Demon who once conquered Jiuzhou and subverted the

ghost realm to get on the ground and mop the floor with a rag?!

"This

time, it’s only a small disciplinary action. If you do not listen to your senior

brother again and act recklessly in the future, you will find out that there is

a lot of other work that can be done in the Heaven Master Palace."

Bo Zhu

brought out empty buckets and rags, gloating at the side: "Draw the water

from the backyard. I’ve prepared 5 rags for you. That should be enough."

"..."

Looking

at Fan Wu She's reluctant look, Xie Bi An felt that he had found some joy in being an elder brother. He

smiled and said, "Master has gone to patrol Jiuyou, when he comes back in

the evening, I will ask him to get a good sword for you."

Fan Wu

She saw that Xie Bi An was about to leave, "Where are you going?"

"To practice

sword."

"Don't

go and visit Jiang Qu Lian by yourself."

"Got

it, I'll wait for you to finish scrubbing the floor."

The two

of them abandoned Fan Wu She and went outside. Bo Zhu tugged Xie Bi An's sleeve

and shook it, saying cheerfully, "White Master, what delicious food are

you making tonight?”

"You

just finished breakfast and now you’re already thinking about dinner?"

"Then

what are you making for lunch?"

"Well

... let's go to the vegetable field and see."

Fan Wu

She looked at the back of the two people in a trance. When big brother was

nineteen years old, he was the same age as Bo Zhu, eleven or twelve years old.

Their body shapes are similar. So that’s how they looked like in other people’s

eyes…

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When

Zhong Kui returned to the Heaven Master Palace, it was no surprise that he once

again smelt like alcohol, and his laughter could be heard before he arrived.

"Ji Kang hid a jar of good wine, and I swindled him out of it. Hahaha, it

feels good."

Ji Kang

is the central ghost emperor, and like Zhong Kui, he is fond of good

quality wine, so every time Zhong Kui goes out to inspect Jiuyou, he will

always have a few drinks with him.

Xie Bi An

said with a smile, "Has master drank too much?"

"I

had a wonderful drink"

"Master,

this disciple has something to report."

"Hey,

let's talk about it tomorrow."

"I

want to say it now."

Zhong Kui

looked at his two disciples and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are the both

of you scheming something?"

"Master,

junior brother's sword is broken. Why don't you give him a new sword?"

"The

sword is broken? What happened?" Zhong Kui, who had a good capacity for

liquor, immediately became sober upon hearing the words. A sword cultivator's

sword is not only just a weapon, but it also represents the will of the

cultivator. If the sword is cut off by someone, their character will be

humiliated, not to mention that it also signifies bad luck.

Fan Wu

She wanted to speak but was stopped by a look from Xie Bi An. He said: "I

took junior brother to Fumenghui. I wanted to investigate the case of Meng Ke

Fei but ended up encountering the Lone Sword Song Chun Gui."

"Song

Chun Gui? That one-armed guy?"

"That’s

right."

"He

cut off your sword?" Zhong Kui looked at Fan Wu She, "Why?"

"They

also went to Fumenghui to investigate, and when they saw us as suspicious

people, they had to bring us back to Yunding for interrogation." Xie Bi An

said honestly, "It was wrong for this disciple to take my junior brother

to Fumenghui, but it's also wrong for Wuliang Sect to arrest people

randomly."

"You

guys had a fight?"

"Yes."

"Did

you lose?"

Fan Wu

She knitted his eyebrows: "We didn't finish the fight." The fact

that he was slightly inferior to Song Chun Gui in front of Xie Bi An

had caused him to hold a grudge.

"You

were able to fight with Song Chun Gui." Zhong Kui laughed a little,

"It seems that Master has underestimated you."

"Junior

brother's sword skill is superior. He used a broken sword and exerted the

Zongxuan sword technique." Xie Bi An's words had some pride in them.

Zhong

Kui's expression changed: "What did you say? Zongxuan Sword?"

Fan Wu

She said without changing his expression, "Before master, apprentice had

studied under a casual cultivator in Mount Qingcheng."

"He

taught you the Zongxuan Sword Technique? Who is he, what is his name, where is

he from, and where is he now?" Zhong Kui's had completely sobered up, and

his sharp gaze stared straight at Fan Wu She.

Xie Bi An

was shocked by Zhong Kui's sudden seriousness.

Only Fan

Wu She looked as if nothing happened: "Master has never revealed his

identity. After he raised me, he went off to travel the world. If it wasn't for

Song Chun Gui, I wouldn't have known that this sword technique is called

Zongxuan Sword."

Zhong

Kui's gaze moved around Fan Wu She’s face as if trying to discern how much

truth there was in these words, "You really did not know what sword

technique this is?"

“This

disciple didn't know."

Xie Bi An

asked cautiously, "Master, is it impossible to practice the Zongxuan Sword?"

Zhong Kui

pondered for a moment, "Does Song Chun Gui know your identity?"

Xie Bi An

lowered his head, "He knows, it's this disciple's fault."

"Then,

it's even more important for us to make a trip to Yunding." Zhong Kui

stroked his beard, "You all know the origin of the Zongxuan Sword,

right?"

"I

know. Back then, with the destruction of the Zong Clan, the Zongxuan Sword

Technique was also lost for a hundred years, and most of the descendants of the

Zong Clan lived in anonymity and escaped the settlement of accounts,

so it makes sense that someone secretly passed down this sword

technique."

"But

Li Bu Yu won’t allow this sword technique to appear in this world. His family

died at the hands of the Zong clan. If he knows that someone exerted this sword

technique, he won't leave this matter alone." Zhong Kui looked

suspiciously at Fan Wu She, "You come with me to Mount Shu and explain

yourself clearly. Otherwise, the consequences will be endless."

"Yes."

Xie Bi An

originally wanted to ask Zhong Kui if he could learn the Zongxuan Sword from

Fan Wu She, but now he didn't dare to ask, "Master, Lord Li will not make

things difficult for junior brother, right?"

"You

are my disciples. He wouldn't dare." Zhong Kui once again gave Fan Wu She

a deep look and stood up, "By the way, don't you want a sword? Follow

me."

Zhong Kui

led the two people back to Zhuyeqing Hall. He first circled around his study

room came to a sudden realization, and opened a cabinet in the west,

which had a bunch of weapons and magical treasures piled up horizontally and

vertically. At a glance, it looked like a cabinet full of junk.

Xie Bi An

said helplessly, "Master, didn't I organize this for you last year? Why is

it so messy again?"

"Oops,

I can’t remember, probably because I drank too much and took them out to look

at them and forgot to reorganize it."

"These

are all good potions, weapons, and magical treasures. You should treasure them

more."

Zhong Kui

rummaged through the pile of things for some time and pulled out a sword. That

sword was coated in black. The scabbard was plated with silver and

was embedded with precious stones. At a glance, it was worth a lot of

money. He threw the sword to Fan Wu She.

Fan Wu

She took the sword and pulled it out. The sword blade is like autumn frost,

sharp and compelling, and it shined with cold silver. He said bluntly,

"It’s a good sword, thank you master."

"This

sword is a pair with your brother's sword, which originated from Yushan Giant

Spirit Villa, named Ting Mo and Pei Xue. Both are good swords of the highest

quality."

Xie Bi An

took off his own Pei Xue and compared it with Ting Mo. One was black and one

was white. They are exactly the same shape.

Fan Wu

She’s long and slender fingers lightly touched the sword. The silver blade

reflected his pair of beautiful and charming upturned fox eyes. The sword is

naturally not comparable to the sword quenched by Shen Nong Ding, but it is

still the best sword, and the most satisfying thing is that this sword is a

pair with Xie Bi An's sword.

Xie Bi An

also said happily, "This is great, junior brother. You should cherish this

sword. It will accompany you for the rest of your life."

Zhong Kui

smiled cheekily: "At that time, the owner of the Giant Spirit Villa

intended to give me another sword, but I immediately fell in love with this

pair of swords and asked for them, and he was heartbroken."

"Master

really has foresight." Xie Bi An suddenly remembered something, "Oh,

Master, it's late. We still have to go to the Red King's palace. You should

rest early."

"Oh."

Zhong Kui yawned and suddenly reacted, "Why are you going to his

palace?"

"I

met the Red King in the Ghost Willow yesterday. He asked me to bring him some

tea and wine."

"Didn't

I tell you to have lesser dealings with him?"

"This

disciple did not hang out with him. I ran into him in the Ghost Willow…"

Xie Bi An thought about it, "He should have been waiting for us there. Maybe

he was curious about junior brother."

Zhong Kui

grunted coldly, "Jiang Qu Lian is sneaky in his methods. He is shady and

unpredictable. What else did he say?"

"He

didn't say anything important. Disciple usually tries to avoid him, but he took

the initiative to find me and I couldn't brush him off. I was afraid that if I

offended him, he would take the opportunity to make things difficult for junior

brother."

Zhong Kui

looked at Fan Wu She: "He scared you?"

Fan Wu

She said disdainfully, "He can't scare me."

"That

man, no, ghost, he was always a ghost. A virgin boy with good roots like you is

a great supplement to ghosts." Zhong Kui pondered for a moment and then

dove into the messy cabinet. After some time, he pulled out something that made

a jingling noise.

It was a

copper-red colored chain, with a handle at one end and a spear at the other.

Zhong Kui

said, "This is the soul-hooking chain bestowed by the emperor. With it,

you can travel between the human and ghost realms."

Fan Wu

She's face was calm and collected, but a flash of joy passed through his

eyes.

A soul

weapon! This was exactly the thing he needed.

Xie Bi An

was a little flustered: "Master, the soul weapon is a magical treasure

given by the emperor to the underworld generals. If Official Lord Cui knew that

you gave it to junior brother, I'm afraid ..."

"Hey,

don't be so afraid of Zi Yu. He doesn't even eat people. Since Wu She has

become my disciple, then he is also counted as a Yin servant. Just wait for the

emperor to come out of seclusion and confer him a title."

"Then,

what kind of servant is he?"

Zhong Kui

thought about it and suddenly clapped his hands: "Impermanence."

"Huh?"

Zhong Kui

laughed: "Right, you two can be Impermanences together, one black and one

white, one yin and one yang. Who says only one person can be Impermanence?”

Although

Xie Bi An had been getting used to Zhong Kui's jumpiness and

unreliability for more than ten years, he was still scared to death. His master

really treated the Underworld as his home, otherwise, how is he able

to use the emperor's authority and appoint an Underworld General?

"In

the future when you go to harvest souls, you will have a companion, so master

won’t be worried.”

"Master,

this matter is not child's play. What if the emperor comes out..."

"That

would be an unknown number of years later, why worry about that now."

Zhong Kui lazily stretched his waist, "As a living person in the

underworld, you really need an identity, otherwise it’ll be very dangerous.

With this soul weapon, Jiang Qu Lian will not dare to touch you, and the big

and small ghosts in the Underworld will also respect you."

"Many

thanks, Master." Fan Wu She held that soul-hooking chain, and his heart

was surging.

With this

soul weapon, he could travel unhindered through most of Jiuyou!

"However,

the soul weapon is not an ordinary magical treasure. With a trace of the

emperor's divine thought attached, it can only be used to collect souls and

travel through the Yin-Yang Monument. It must not be abused." Zhong Kui

said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "If you use it to cause trouble,

don't blame me for disregarding our master and disciple relationship to clean up the door*."

"Disciple

will remember your words."

Although

Xie Bi An was also worried, when he thought about how much the emperor valued

his master, almost to the point of indulgence, he realized that maybe that's

why his master was so carefree. And seeing that Fan Wu She was obviously happy,

he couldn't help but be happy for him, "Junior brother, since master has

granted it to you, let's give this soul-hooking chain a name."

Fan Wu

She looked at him. The corners of his lips curved slightly: "Bieyanghong*."

A trace of affection in the depths of his pupils almost leaked out.

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Translator Thoughts:

PS: time to

take a break. I’m pretty busy this week, but I can guarantee you’ll get at

least 1 chapter per day :D:D

You can take a look at how their weapons look like below:

clean up the door* [清理门户]--- to eliminate or rectify the members of the faction who had humiliated the reputation of the sect. To expel the saboteurs in the group or punish those who violated discipline in the group.

Bieyanghong*[别样红]---So…this is a “couple name” with Xie

Bi An’s Wuqiongbi [无穷碧]. Shui Qian Cheng came out with this from a poem

reference:

“接天莲叶无穷碧，映日荷花别样红“: The poem is a vivid depiction of the

beauty of the West Lake in Hangzhou in summer, and is a classic work of singing

about this scenery. The poem expresses the author's admiration for the beauty

of West Lake in June, and at the same time, the author is in a happy mood to

send off his friend from the "different kind of red". The reader can

appreciate that the author is walking with his friend on the road while

laughing and talking with him. Only with such a "laughing and joking"

state of mind can one appreciate the poetic feeling of "the endless blue

of the lotus leaves in the sky and the distinctive red of the lotus flowers on

the sun".

Editor Thoughts:

When life decides to shit on you it comes in a torrent ._. Hopefully, that torrent has ended for me sighs.

Thanks for taking the time to read my small rant. Will try to push out more chapters if I can this week!

Anyway is it just me or is this red king creepy af? He's the last guy I want to run into at night (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

If you liked this chapter remember to leave a like and comment! I like how the comments are starting to build up keep it up everyone ^^

- Limit

Edited on 16 Mar. 21 (Emzie)

Edited on 16 Aug 21 (Limit)

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