CH 1

Reflecting Mist Mountain, the freezing deep pools of the ravine. 

Flashes of breathtaking sword lights burst in the depths of the dark mountain ravine, breaking the silence of the night.

Blood trickled down the sword. 

“Still gonna keep on going?” Qi Shu turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood. He looked up, a smile dancing in his eyes.

In the depths of the pool in the mountain ravine lies a Jiaolong with green scales.

The Jialong was bathed in blood, and the gurgling water passing under it almost dyed red.

Half a month ago, there was a Jiaolong on Reflecting Mist Mountain who had cultivated and attained enlightenment. He went down the mountain and flooded several villages in succession, making the villagers suffer miserably. 

Every sect received the news and came to banish evil and eliminate yao, but they all returned with severe injuries.

Until today. Qi Shu had him injured, dancing in the palm of his hands. 

The Jiaolong had been cultivating for nearly 500 years, and his cultivation had already reached beyond human realm. For three days and nights, one human and one yao battled in the mountain ravine; the spiritual pressure accumulated in its depths had been too powerful to bear.

Qi Shu wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and used his sword as a support to stand. 

He wore an ink-colored clothing commonly used when traveling the Jianghu, the hair behind him was neatly tied with a black hair band. This generic apparel had a handsome and peerless bearing when he donned it.

He somewhat had the air of a Wandering Xia. 

“Your golden core has been destroyed, and your mortal flesh will perish. Your life would be no longer than a burning incense stick.”

He added in a casual tone, “Any last words?” 

“This zuoーー”

A deep, hoarse voice responded to him, “This zuo sincerely admits to having lost to you because of inferior ability. But you… may not necessarily win in the end.” 

Qi Shu’s eyebrows slightly rose.

The Jiaolong raised his dragon head, his bright red vertical pupils trained on Qi Shu, bursting with intense hatred. “This zuo could seeーー 

“The grievance and resentment in your heart, and what you wanted but couldn’t have, this zuo could see it!

“Qi Shu, you’re too pitiful.” 

The Jiaolong’s voice echoed in the empty canyon, but Qi Shu just tilted his head indifferently. “Is that all?”

The breeze in the mountain ravine blew, spreading the churning stench of blood all over. Qi Shu lifted his wrist; the long sword in his hand trembled accompanied with a tiny cry. He clutched out a feigned move with his left hand. “Then… farewell.” 

Qi Shu’s tiptoes were light as he waded up the water. The Jiaolong also raised his head and rushed to meet his sword light.

Rays of light danced in the mountain ravine, and the impact of the spiritual force raised countless crushed stones. 

The mayhem dispersed, and the Jiaolong collapsed into the pool.

It’s over. 

The base he’d cultivated for hundreds of years had disappeared, the Jiaolong’s shining green scales gradually dimmed, until even his breath was lost.

Qi Shu ignored it. He took his sword, turned around and walked away. But only after two steps, he paused. 

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Kunlun Jian Sect’s eldest senior disciple Qi Shu, who was the disciple of the head cultivator Gu Hanjiang, was only in his early 20s, but he’s already the most outstanding among the younger generation in the cultivation world. 

When Qi Shu walked out of the freezing pools, he saw dozens of disciples waiting nearby.

ーーAll of them were in white clothing and were equipped with swords. Their uniform robes were embroidered with a light blue cloud pattern, which was the uniform of Kunlun Jian Sect’s disciples. 

“It’s Qi-shixiong!”

“Shixiong is out!” 

Dozens of disciples surrounded him in an instant.

Before Qi Shu could clearly see who the announcer was, a tall figure pounced on him and cried, “Shixiong, it’s great that you’re alright!” 

Qi Shu lifted the man out of his arms and frowned when he recognized him. “Xiao Wu?”

“It’s me ya, shixiong.” The youth appeared a little aggrieved. “You didn’t recognize me?” 

The young man was named Wei Jing, a disciple of Kunlun Jian Sect and was in the fifth rank.

Qi Shu had not returned to his sect for a long time. 

He traveled down the mountain three years ago, and would not have turned up readily if he had not received a message from his sect that there was a yao in this place.

It had been three years since he last saw him, and the little fatty who would only follow his shixiong around had grown lean and tall, almost taller than he was. 

He didn’t easily recognize him at first glance.

“Xiao Wu, don’t keep pestering shixiong.” someone beside him pulled Wei Jing away and politely cupped his hands towards Qi Shu. “Qi-shixiong, it’s been a long time.” 

This man didn’t change much. Qi Shu smiled and said, “It’s Old Third ah. How can you still be so serious after not seeing each other for such a long time?”

“It’s only proper.” He Xing talked very methodically and strictly. “On behalf of the sect master, the disciples led the shidis down the mountain to eliminate yao. Thanks to shixiong’s help, we successfully subdued and killed the Jiao yao. I heard that the Jiao yao’s technique is vicious and is very good at illusions, which is difficult to deal with. Shixiongー” 

“All right.” Qi Shu waved his hand and interrupted him. “Bringing them up in front of me one by one. What sort of spectacle are you trying to deliver to me?”

Qi Shu wasn’t far from the Reflecting Mist Mountain when he received the letter, so on the contrary, he arrived faster than his fellow disciples. 

“Now the yao creature has been removed and already dispersed.” Qi Shu said, “I’ll go find a place to take a bath and change my clothes.”

He and the Jiao yao had fought fiercely in the pool for three days and three nights. All his clothes were stained with blood, and the smell made him want to vomit. 

Being mysophobic was really unbearable.

Wei Jing pulled him. “Shixiong, don’t you want to go back to Kunlun Mountain with us?” 

“Why should I go back?” Qi Shu said boldly, “Xiao Wu ah, you’ve never been down the mountain before. You don’t know how fun it is at the foot of the mountain. It’s much more comfortable than cleaning and repairing on the mountain year after year.

“Only a fool would go back.” 

“Butー”

Qi Shu tugged out his sleeves and prepared to leave. He Xing suddenly said, “But the Heavenly Venerable Immortal is about to come out of seclusion. Qi-shixiong won’t go back to see the venerable immortal?” 

Qi Shu paused.

Wei Jing hurriedly said, “Yes ah, the acting sect master told us that the Heavenly Venerable Immortal would probably leave seclusion in the next few days so we should make preparations early. Shixiong, you’re the only disciple of the venerable immortal. How could you not be there?” 

Heavenly Venerable Immortal Gu Hanjiang. He’s the head cultivator of the Kunlun Jian Sect, and Qi Shu’s master.

Qi Shu reached into his chest and grabbed an exquisitely carved white jade pendant. 

The jade pendant appeared like a smiling little fox with squinting eyes. The carving was very lifelike, showing the ingenious knife work of the carver.

Qi Shu rubbed it gently with his fingers. He could still recall the carefully sculpted image of his master under the lamp. 

“You’re right.” Qi Shu smiled and said unhurriedly, “Shizun’s returning from seclusion, so of course I, this disciple, have to welcome him personally.”

Qi Shu squeezed the jade pendant resting in his palm and looked at the distant Reflecting Mist Mountain shrouded in fog and clouds, as if he could see Kunlun Mountain thousands of miles away through the toppling mountains and clouds. 

Shizun, it’s been five years.

There’s no reason to avoid me this time, is there? 

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Qi Shu had a dream.

In his dream, a figure with black hair and white robes stood with his back to him on the top of a cliff, his noble and upright stature seemed somewhat frail under the wind and snow.

He watched from a distance and tried to call him, but no sound came out from his mouth.

An ethereal immortal voice came from the horizon.

“….A human cauldron, ascending to immortality while trying to reverse the destiny of heaven is but a wishful thinking.”

Qi Shu’s pupils shrank slightly as he watched the man in the distance stumble and fall on one knee.

The lean shoulders quivered faintly, as if they were in some kind of great pain.

“….Will certainly qi deviate, beyond redemption….”

The voice dissipated in the wind. Qi Shu raised his hand as hard as he could. The only sound he could hear was his own hoarse, trembling voice in the gathering snowstorm.

“——Shizun.”

Qi Shu rose up abruptly.

The sky had yet to fully bright, and the rays of the early dawn were blocked out by the windows. The room was furnished in a minimalist way, and the air suffused a faint cold fragrance, revealing a sense of solitude.

This was Qi Shu’s room in the Kunlun Jian Sect.

On the small table beside the bed rested the already cold tea. Qi Shu drank a full cup of it and barely regained sobriety.

It had been three days since he returned to his own sect, and during those three days he hadn’t not dreamed a single day.

At the beginning it had only been a faint silhouette of someone’s back, some inaudible voice, until now, it grew more clearer, and more realistic.

Qi Shu closed his eyes and the words he had heard in his dream echoed in his mind.

……Human cauldron…. Qi deviation….

Are you kidding me?

That’s the Heavenly Venerable Immortal! When he was young, he moved the world with a sword, spreading his name. He killed countless evil yao all his life, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

How could he be…

Qi Shu couldn’t say those two words!

No one in the world knew that the Kunlun Jian Sect’s elder senior martial disciple held feelings beyond apprenticeship for his master.

He’d been hiding it for years, and he was ready to bring this secret to his grave.

Who was the Heavenly Venerable Immortal? The resting flower on the mountain peak,  the head cultivator in Kunlun Mountains. It was lucky enough for Qi Shu to become his only disciple.

He could not bear to break this relationship for some selfish desire.

During this long period of unrequited love, Qi Shu did not forget to dream about his master. He even dreamed about everything he should and shouldn’t do.

Qi Shu sulked in bed for a while. The sky was getting bright when someone knocked at the door.

“Qi-shixiong, are you up yet? It’s time for the Heavenly Venerable Immortal to go out from seclusion today. ”

“I see. Go and get ready.”

Qi Shu gave a faint reply and got dressed.

He changed to a brand-new disciple’s robe, carefully smoothed every crease on the robe, bound his long hair with a crown, and tied the little fox jade pendant to the matching sword around his waist.

He dressed neatly then checked himself out through the makeup mirror.

Qi Shu was born extremely good-looking. He had handsome facial features but not at all feminine. Unfortunately, he had a pair of natural peach blossom eyes that would resemble a little fox when he smiled, coming off a little less dignified.

That little flaw in his masculinity did not affect his popularity. In the three years since Qi Shu had left his sect, he still ranked first in the dream lover list of thousands of male and female cultivators in the cultivation world.

And now, there was a shallow scar on that handsome side profile.

He obtained it that day on Reflecting Mist Mountain. Qi Shu worked very hard not to let it fade completely.

If Heavenly Venerable Immortal didn’t leave seclusion, this wound would be healed.

Qi Shu checked carefully from head to foot three times before he went out the door perfectly satisfied.

His steps were brisk as if he were going to meet his beloved.

Wrong, it’s exactly because he’d be seeing his beloved.

Translator’s Feed:  

So many notes ah!!! But this is a really cute novel that I wanna share to everyone. Saw this being plugged by the author of  三嫁咸鱼 which is also a novel being translated on CG! Only 23 chapters and it’s very funny and fluffy ehdekkde with a bit of action here and there. Also, this made me realize how hard it is to translate cultivation novels so I really salute all those translators who translate these kinds of genre. But yeah, I’m leaving this as a teaser for now. If someone wants to pick this up, you can dm me!!!!!!!