Chapter 50.1

Ji Qingzhou’s fingers brushed over the umbrella handle, but she didn’t notice the hesitation in Yu Sukong’s speech.

“Yes,” she replied simply, “Yesterday was the opening day of Xuanyun Sect and Xiao Yu-shixiong took me to the market to pick out a magic treasure. We found many magic treasures, but none of them were suitable for me. In the end, I can only use this umbrella.”

She didn’t know where the umbrella came from, but she tactfully omitted the fact that Shen Rongyu took it out.

“Qingzhou, when you picked this umbrella, did he tell you something?” Yu Sukong asked in a helpless tone.

He assumed that Shen Rongyu, who was a steady disciple, had most probably told Ji Qingzhou about the ‘umbrella’.

“Yes.” Ji Qingzhou replied honestly. She would not lie to anyone. If she had information to hide, she would just skip mentioning it.

Hearing this, Yu Sukong breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, Shen Rongyu was stable and intelligent, and it was impossible for him not to remind Ji Qingzhou.

“Xiao Yu-shixiong told me that it is not auspicious for a cultivator to use an umbrella as a magic treasure,” Ji Qingzhou relayed what Shen Rongyu told her yesterday.

“Uh…It’s more than just being unlucky. He probably saw how you fancied it, so he couldn’t bear to tell you the legend about the umbrella.” Yu Sukong sighed softly.

It stood to reason that at this time an ordinary person should be piqued by curiosity about the legend about the ‘umbrella’ in the cultivation world, but Ji Qingzhou just didn’t care.

She was not curious about the umbrella’s legend. As long as she liked it, that was enough. Knowing the story behind it would only add to the trouble.

So she hugged the umbrella, stroked it gently and said nothing.

Yu Sukong scanned the pattern on the umbrella surface intently. It was decorated with spring sunset flowers, fresh and lovely, and matched Ji Qingzhou’s aura, so it was no wonder she liked it.

“This umbrella…” Yu Sukong stayed silent for a moment, and finally said to Ji Qingzhou, “If I tell you, do not be afraid. If I don’t, you will know the legend about it once others discuss it tomorrow.”

“I won’t be scared,” Ji Qingzhou whispered, looking at the sea cliffs and blue waves on Yu Sukong’s side.

“A long time ago, umbrellas were also a very popular magic treasure in the world of cultivation. After all, before the explosion of spirit qi burst out, people held umbrellas to protect themselves from being wet when it rained. It was only natural for it to evolve into a magic treasure,” Yu Sukong started narrating the umbrella’s legend. “However, since the Desolation Erosion, the umbrella magic treasure has become synonymous with evil and fear.”

“Huang Shi once sacrificed the blood of living people to refine the most evil and powerful magic weapon in the world. It was shaped like an umbrella and had remained nameless. Later, the orthodox sect called it Blood Morrow Umbrella because it was contaminated with too many innocent souls.” Yu Sukong continued unhurriedly, “Huang Shi was suppressed later on, but since then, no one in the cultivation world ever used the umbrella as a magic treasure again. Even umbrella-shaped magic treasures with awe-inspiring powers were bound to the highest shelves.”

“Blood Morrow has brought too much fear to the cultivation world. No one can survive the blood rain and the place covered by the shadow of the red umbrella. Since the Desolation Erosion, whenever it rained, pedestrians, including those in the mortal realm, would rather get drenched than hold an umbrella.” Yu Sukong’s tone remained light, but when he talked about the origin of the Blood Morrow, his voice shook a little.

This was borderline the shadow of the entire immortal cultivation world. It was also for this reason that he was shocked when he saw that Ji Qingzhou actually using an umbrella as a magic treasure.

But after a while, Yu Sukong immediately recalled that Huang Shi had been suppressed for hundreds of years. Although his shadow had not yet dissipated, Ji Qingzhou was a mortal before entering Xuanyun Sect. When she was born, perhaps the fears about the Desolation Erosion among mortals had already receded.

After Ji Qingzhou heard Yu Sukong’s tale, she finally understood what Shen Rongyu meant by “using an umbrella as a magic treasure is not auspicious”.

It was indeed inauspicious. It was simply as if… anything covered in the middle of the shadow cast by the umbrella would perish in the next moment.

She was a bit frightened, but with her deadpan expression, that trace of fear was hidden in her wide eyes.

“Your umbrella is beautiful. Since you like it, go ahead and use it.” Yu Sukong comforted her when he noticed her frightened expression. Only then did he realize that his words might have scared Ji Qingzhou.

“Hmm…” Ji Qingzhou responded with the same expression, with her brows slightly raised.

She hugged the umbrella and added, “However, it is a magic treasure. What Huang Shi has done has nothing to do with it. It is still an umbrella that serves as a protection against the wind and rain.”

“Qingzhou, it’s great if you think so.” Yu Sukong regretted telling Ji Qingzhou about the legend.

Her cultivation base was low, and it was not easy for her to find a suitable magic treasure. It would be inappropriate for her to hold a grudge because of Huang Shi.

“Qingzhou, use it,” he encouraged her.

“Okay.” Ji Qingzhou quickly waved away the haze and nodded.

“Have you named it yet?” Yu Sukong asked. Seeing how Ji Qingzhou treasured it, it seemed that she had already named it.

“It’s called Sansan,” Ji Qingzhou replied.

“San…San?” Yu Sukong paused, momentarily stumped.

How could she give it such a cute name? After all, hundreds of years ago, “San(aka Umbrella)” was still synonymous with fear and death. However, when these two characters were stacked together, it sounded quite childish and naive.

“Sansan,” Ji Qingzhou pushed the tip of her tongue behind her teeth, repeating the name flat tone.

“Sounds good,” Yu Sukong commented. Huang Shi had been suppressed for many years, and the haze he brought must also have dissipated. Perhaps people had already stopped considering umbrellas as taboo.