TEMBMBIWB Chapter 1
by VolareA major event occurred in the Heavenly Realm: the reopening of Fangcun Mountain.
Several thousand years ago, a wicked dragon crashed into the sky, creating a hole. It killed the evil soul of the Heavenly Dao in the lower realm, causing turmoil in the Heavenly Realm. Most of the ancient gods perished in that instant. Even the seventy-two pavilions of the Nine Heavens crumbled and collapsed, nearly turning to dust.
Fortunately, the White Deer Immortal, an ancient divine beast in human form, appeared and repaired the sky. However, this greatly depleted his vital energy, and he returned to Fangcun Mountain, locking the mountain gates.
Recently, after several thousand years, the White Deer Immortal has reopened the mountain gates.
It is said that the White Deer Immortal found a child outside the mountain gates. The child’s bones were extraordinary, and he actually caused the White Deer Immortal to break his vow and reopen the mountain gates, taking the child as his disciple and giving him the name Sui Chunsheng.
As soon as this news came out, not only the Nine Heavens but the entire Three Realms was shaken.
With the fall ten thousand years ago, the immortals of the Nine Heavens and the demons of the Three Realms had long since been replaced. They had only heard of this ancient divine lord through legends.
They never had the opportunity to meet him. In the entire Three Realms, only the current Heavenly Lord had seen this divine lord in his childhood.
The Heavenly Lord Qing Sheng had also heard of this and was willing to personally guide the child, clearing his meridians, so that his future path of cultivation would be smooth.
Therefore, Fangcun Mountain held a Divine Enlightenment Feast.
In the divine palace, amidst thousands of bright clouds,
A figure in white robes slowly walked forward, holding an infant in his arms.
The immortal had an aloof and detached appearance, his figure slender, and his eyes were a pale gray-blue.
The immortal’s eyes were slightly lowered, and a green jewel divine mark rested between his brows, setting off his skin like a veil of cloud, resembling a divine Buddha.
All the immortals craned their necks, eager to catch a glimpse of the divine lord’s face.
The moment they truly saw him, the entire assembly unconsciously held their breath and froze in place. After several breaths, they gradually returned to their senses.
The infant in the divine lord’s arms uttered a few soft, babbling sounds.
Such a cold and aloof divine lord, holding a squirming, babbling infant in his arms.
It was, inexplicably, a bit mismatched.
It also added a touch of humanity to this ancient divine lord.
The Heavenly Lord Qing Sheng smiled, lowered his eyes to examine the child in the divine lord’s arms, and teased him for a moment. Instead of a smile, the little guy frowned, ready to go.
As if the next second, he would burst into tears.
The Heavenly Lord Qing Sheng hurriedly withdrew, condensed divine power at his fingertip, and gently placed it on the infant’s forehead.
A divine light poured out from the infant’s forehead, flying towards the horizon.
It seemed as if one could hear a divine sound.
All the splendor finally coalesced into a blood-red light, quickly surging towards the infant’s forehead.
Until a blood-red hibiscus blossomed between his brows, the divine mark fell.
The Divine Enlightenment ended.
The other curious immortals then crowded around to see the little baby in the divine lord’s arms.
The immortals were diverse in style, but all were first-rate beauties.
They had thought that the little baby would smile for their sake, but he instead cried out with all his might.
Tan Zhui was stunned for a moment, clearly at a loss.
Those gray-blue eyes looked at the crying baby. Because his vision was unclear, he could only tentatively reach out to wipe away the tears.
However, he did not expect that the little baby, feeling his touch, would start whimpering and searching for something.
The next second, the baby opened his mouth and sucked on his somewhat pale finger.
Tan Zhui’s body trembled, and he froze on the spot.
The immortals present returned to their senses. An experienced immortal hurriedly said, “Divine Lord, the little immortal lord is hungry!”
“It just so happens that the shepherd immortal brought his mount. Let’s go over there and get some goat’s milk!” As she spoke, the group of immortals rushed towards the far-off, sleeping shepherd immortal.
The shepherd immortal had not even had a chance to react before his mount was completely surrounded.
“Oh dear! What is the meaning of this, immortals?!”
“A-Juan is male! Where would there be any milk?!”
The shepherd immortal’s sleepiness vanished, and he almost fell from the tree.
Although he said that, this group of immortals was quite capable. They used some unknown spell and actually managed to make the curly-haired sheep produce a glass of milk.
The milk carried a celestial aura, and the glass was handed to Tan Zhui.
His eyesight was unclear, and for a long time, he did not know how to feed the child. Fortunately, these immortals liked babies and patiently taught the White Deer Immortal.
Tan Zhui had lived for tens of thousands of years, but it was the first time he was so flustered.
The initially cold and untouchable sacredness had now become a gentle and compassionate divinity.
The Heavenly Lord Qing Sheng watched Tan Zhui’s clumsy movements and could not help but say, “Divine Lord, how about giving the child to another immortal to raise? You only need to be responsible for imparting the immortal path.”
Tan Zhui raised his eyes. To be honest, he was a little hesitant, since he indeed did not have any experience.
For ten thousand years, he had never taken care of an infant, and his eyes…
Thinking this, he could not help but lower his eyes to look at the little baby in his arms.
At this time, the little baby was sleeping soundly in his arms.
He could not see the baby’s expression clearly, but he smelled the pervading milk fragrance and heard a few soft murmurs in his sleep.
Perhaps feeling his hesitation, the little baby grasped his finger in his sleep.
On the divine lord’s finger, there were still two small teeth marks left by the infant’s sucking.
Tan Zhui could not help but tremble. A different kind of emotion filled him.
He saw the White Deer Immortal’s expression become firm, and he said, “No need, I will raise him myself.”
The Heavenly Lord took it all in. It seemed that the connection between the infant and the ancient divine lord was quite profound.
“Very well,” the Heavenly Lord Qing Sheng said.
…
Tan Zhui frowned for a moment over the milk baby and then focused on the divine tree in front of the mountain gates. Thus, he broke off a thick branch, slightly refined it, and it became a wooden man the same height as a person.
Tan Zhui gave him the name Wugen.
From then on, Wugen became an older brother, often helping the divine lord feed the baby, change diapers, and entertain him.
This once desolate divine mountain, which had only him as its sole inhabitant, now had some semblance of life.
As the little baby grew older, he also displayed the mischievousness of a child.
He often bullied the clumsy wooden man and would grab the White Deer Immortal’s long black hair, twisting it into all sorts of flowers.
When the milk baby had grown into a five or six-year-old child, his spirit root also awakened.
It was the Divine Wood Spirit Root, suitable for sword cultivation.
With his spirit root awakened, Tan Zhui began to formally teach him immortal techniques.
From reciting the techniques in the scrolls in baby talk to putting into practice the techniques that he had long since mastered.
The Heavenly Lord sent over several swords for him to choose from. The little hibiscus immediately chose a snow-white sword.
It was made by Tan Zhui in his early years, with the divine lord’s tail hair as a sword tassel. It was a superior divine weapon, gentle on the outside and firm on the inside.
In fact, for a divine weapon of the same level, it was impossible for such a small child to control it. However, this Tansue Sword was very different.
Precisely because its nature was gentle on the outside and firm on the inside, it possessed hidden power that was latent within.
Therefore, with that nature, as long as one had patience, even a small child with an unawakened spirit root could draw the sword.
At the same time, the Tansue Sword was stubborn by nature. This ancient divine sword had never acknowledged an owner for tens of thousands of years, and not even its creator, the White Deer Immortal, had been able to draw it.
Yet, this child had drawn it.
When he saw the Tansue Sword drawn, Tan Zhui was also stunned for a moment.
Yue Shanglan leaned against the side, swallowed the wine in his mouth, and after a good while, said, “A-Zhui! This little Chunsheng is indeed quite fated with you!”
Tan Zhui remained noncommittal.
He looked at the child before him and vaguely saw his smiling expression. He secretly resolved to carve this unparalleled gem.
Thus, as soon as Sui Chunsheng touched the sword, he began his extremely painful journey of sword practice.
Tan Zhui as a master was like the coldness that kept people at a distance, strict and demanding, not tolerating even a speck of dust.
At first, the little hibiscus young master could bear it, but later he began to hug Tan Zhui’s leg, crying and making a fuss.
Tears wet the little hibiscus’s face, and the tip of his nose was red.
He bit his lip tightly, looked up at his master, hoping he would have mercy and allow him to catch his breath for a moment.
Sui Chunsheng whimpered for a long time, but the divine lord merely lowered his eyes to look at him.
Tan Zhui’s vision was unclear, but he could see the starlight tears on that blurred little face.
“Master…” the little hibiscus whimpered.
Tan Zhui wiped away the tears on the little hibiscus’s face with a handkerchief. He already had the gentlest expression, yet he was still aloof.
The little hibiscus thought that his master was finally going to let him off the hook, but the divine lord coldly said, “Your master will wait until you are done crying.”
The little hibiscus’s eyes widened, filled with tears and disbelief.
From then on, he realized that it was useless to act spoiled towards the White Deer Immortal.
Therefore, the little hibiscus could only cry as he practiced his sword.
The sky gradually darkened. Amidst his cries, the little hibiscus fell asleep while holding the icy Tansue Sword.
Wugen wanted to carry him back to his room but found that the child was a bit heavy.
He struggled in place, muttering wooden words, and several leaves on his head shook off.
The next second, he met a pair of gray-blue eyes.
Tan Zhui did not know when he had arrived, but at this moment, the little ball of sadness was lying in his arms.
In fact, it was not that he was not moved by the little baby’s tears. He had just suppressed it after much deliberation in his heart.
Tan Zhui carried the little hibiscus back to his Shui Residence. The little hibiscus opened his eyes in his sleep, surrounded by the calming incense from his master.
Cool fingers brushed over his eyes, gently removing his tears.
The little hibiscus lay on his master’s lap and fell asleep again.
The scenery outside the window changed with the seasons. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years had passed.
The early spring petals outside the window fell, carrying the spring breeze into the room, landing on the youth’s nose, and gently sliding off.
The youth frowned and slowly opened his eyes, not knowing how many times he had woken up on his master’s lap.
The familiar calming incense still surrounded him.
His master’s hand was resting beside him, and it appeared slightly pale in the sunlight.
It looked like scallion roots dyed with gold.
The youth’s heart fluttered slightly, like the sound of drums, growing faster and more restless.
Sui Chunsheng’s eyes darkened, and he suddenly grasped the fingers beneath the moon-colored sleeve.
The sudden movement caused Tan Zhui, who was leaning back in the fish belly chair, to tremble.
He closed the scroll in his hand, and the luminous divine technique also dissipated.
Tan Zhui said softly, “A-Sheng, was it a nightmare?”
Sui Chunsheng frowned, feigning panic, “Master, can you check to see if there are any abnormalities in A-Sheng’s soul?”