Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Rumours of Elemental Demons

“Senior Brother Mu Yu, that’s fifty metres! That’s fifty metres!” Kongkong, who was hanging from a slanted tree branch at Dustfallen Precipice, enthused. He deftly leapt up to stand atop the branch without as much as a wobble.New novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Mu Yu looked as pale as a sheet, breathed erratically and felt dizzy when he looked down from atop the waterfall. He had to talk himself into not averting his gaze. There was no way he could practice Dustfallen Mental Cultivation in that state. He crouched down and grabbed his flying sword beneath him to reassure himself. He tried to steady his breathing to reduce his shaking.

“Everyone is going to laugh until their cheeks are sore if they saw you, haha!” teased Kongkong, incorporating a dance.

Miaomiao came out of nowhere and landed on another tree. She pointed at her brother and said, “My dear younger brother, you are teasing Senior Brother Mu Yu again. You are embarrassing me.”

“My dear younger sister, where have you been? Did I not tell you to follow me, your older brother?”

Miaomiao: “Senior Brother Mu Yu, Shifu called us back for something urgent.”

Mu Yu looked up, revealing his puzzlement on his face. Never had their shifu called them back during training hours. If he ever needed to communicate with everyone, he’d save it for meal times or in the evening, when everyone gathered at Dustfallen Precipice.

“You’re not trying to fool me, are you?” questioned Mu Yu.

“How come neither you nor Xiang Nan trust me? When have I ever lied?” Miamiao stood akimbo and grouched, “You’re not even training. What reason do I have to fool you?”

The twins would never dare to use their shifu as a means to distract him during training. They’d stone him, shout, pull obscure dance moves or Kongkong would run around naked – that last one finally forced Cheng Yan into submission and gave him a stomach ache from laughing. As everyone’s cultivation improved, their antics were ineffective.

The twins hopped onto Mu Yu’s sword, making it squishy, something Mu Yu was accustomed to. He returned to land at his own pace, which was rather slow, despite Kongkong badgering him to fly faster. Mu Yu felt a lot better when he was finally on land.

“Go with Mu Yu.”

Mu Yu was the weakest cultivator among them, after all. If he had to hazard a guess, it would have something to do with his ability to control trees. Being curious about the elemental demons and wanting to meet one were two different things. He had a deep-seated fear of, one day, discovering he was somehow related to elemental demons. He had yet to figure out how to face his ability if they were related.

“Ling’er and Xiang Nan have reached Foundation Establishment’s Ninth Layer, so stay and strive to ascend to Golden Core Realm,” asserted Uncle An, authoritatively.

Xiang Nan stealthily poked his tongue, wishing he could go. Lan Ling’er was fine with it since she wanted to ascend as soon as possible.

“You two will head to Green Pine Sect with me early tomorrow,” said Feng Haochen.

The fear of having to eat Uncle An’s cooking compelled Kongkong to immediately inquire, “Shifu, are you going, too? When will you be back?”

Understanding what Kongkong was trying to get at, the corner Feng Haochen’s lip tugged up. “The trip to Green Pine Sect is for next year’s disciple selection contest. Daoist Qingsong moved the contest to an earlier date to evaluate each sect’s disciples’ abilities. He needs to see if they’re good enough to join the investigation team. I reckon it will take three to four days. As for those two, well, it’ll depend on how things turn out.”

The twins conversed using a variety of eye gestures, griping that was too long.

The competition Feng Haochen referred to was the annual one that decided the order each sect was allowed to select disciples at the annual disciple selection event. In the past, Feng Haochen always attended alone, leading to them coming up in last place all the time. He didn’t care for it because of his recruitment approach.

“I see.”

Lan Ling’er and Xiang Nan quickly realised what the twins were first to realise. The two pulled long faces, while Mu Yu was glad he dodged that fate.

Feng Haochen: “Go and pack. You will probably be gone for some time.”

Mu Yu and Cheng Yan nodded before they sprinted back to their rooms, joyous. Uncle An shot the others glares, hinting, “Don’t just stand there. Go and train.” Kongkong and Miaomiao flapped their gums silently and jumped over the wall, probably to go stir trouble again.