GB Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Every city in Jiangnan has a cultivation sect stationed there. In Jiangdu City, the Tian Shi Mansion is the sole authority, naturally bearing the responsibility of protecting the people. The moment Mo Pan saw Qian Ren, he had already sent a message to his sect. At this point, Jiangdu was already on high alert. Therefore, when the two arrived at the city gate, they saw no one on the wide road. Only the willows on both sides swayed in the breeze, creating a tranquility that was almost like the calm before a storm.

Humans are creatures that learn from experience. A hundred years ago, when the Demonic Path had not yet declined, the righteous and demonic factions would immediately engage in battle upon sight. Demonic cultivators, being nomadic by nature, naturally fought recklessly, while the righteous path often found themselves at a disadvantage due to the presence of civilians, which restricted their actions.

Later, to avoid this situation, the Heavenly Dao Alliance divided the major cities among several major sects for unified management. They drew spiritual arrays in all the streets and alleys of the cities, and dispatched disciples to monitor them constantly. In particular, the secluded lanes were filled with various arrays, which, in addition to monitoring the city’s movements at all times, could also use the spiritual arrays to hinder fleeing demonic cultivators. In this way, the cities were turned into battlefields most advantageous for the righteous path. Since then, demonic cultivators rarely appeared in cities. Even the great thieves and strange robbers were captured one after another. Jiangnan became the region with the best public order in the world.

“It seems that the Heavenly Dao Alliance has not been idle these years.”

With Qian Ren’s cultivation, he could easily sense that the city’s arrays had been activated, and that the people had already entered buildings to avoid the battle under the guidance of the Tian Shi Mansion. After comparing this with the scattered appearance of the demonic cultivators in the desert north, it was not surprising why the gap between the power of the righteous and the demonic paths was so great. The Heavenly Dao Alliance had completely taken root in Jiangnan, and even the imperial court had tacitly accepted their orthodox status. The Demonic Cult was still stuck in the outdated mode of relying on the power of the strong. If He Huan didn’t occasionally show up at the Demonic Cult to deter those with ulterior motives, it was feared that the martial world would have already been unified by the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

Unfortunately, the strife in the martial world cannot be suppressed. He Huan would ascend to immortality sooner or later. If he didn’t quickly prove his Dao and transcend the tribulation, it was feared that the Demonic Cult would completely disappear from the world in less than ten years.

Clearly sensing the threat from the opposing camp, Qian Ren stood before the city gate without moving. The price of making him bleed would be the utter desolation of the entire city. He assumed that the Tian Shi Mansion would not dare to engage him in a life-or-death battle here, so he could just bide his time and watch how things developed.

These days, those who still believed in the irreconcilable conflict between good and evil were usually young cultivators without much experience. Old masters like them would never act rashly without being fully prepared. As expected, as soon as they stopped, a line of Taoists in green robes walked out of the city. A Taoist in a yellow robe walked in front. He was as upright as a pine tree, with white hair and a youthful face. Behind his back was a peach wood sword, and a vermilion brush was attached to his waist. It was none other than Ling Sui Daoren, the master of the Tian Shi Mansion.

Ling Sui Daoren had been in the Nascent Soul stage for a hundred years, and his cultivation was not inferior to Qian Ren’s. Zhuge Qingtian originally thought that such a meeting between the righteous and the demonic would be extremely tense, but this old Taoist only glanced at Mo Pan, whom Qian Ren was holding, and spoke very calmly, “Great Protector, please release my disciple.”

Qian Ren rarely killed people if he didn’t have a mission, so he didn’t plan to do anything to this young Taoist. He casually tossed the man over. Just as he was about to speak, Zhuge Qingtian beside him suddenly pointed at Ling Sui Daoren and shouted, “Ah, it’s you, old Taoist!”

Zhuge Qingtian was very familiar, and after their journey, Qian Ren was already familiar with his experiences after death. He immediately realized that he was talking about the Taoist who had told him how to reincarnate.

The current Zhuge Qingtian was the result of releasing the resentment that had been suppressing him for ten years. However, even so, he could still make Qian Ren feel threatened. One could imagine how ferocious he was before being restrained. Qian Ren had long guessed that the Taoist’s cultivation must be unusual, but he did not expect that he would be Ling Sui Daoren of the Tian Shi Mansion. However, after thinking carefully, among the cities in Jiangnan, Jiangdu was the closest to Zhu Jiaji. It was also reasonable for the Tian Shi Mansion to investigate after learning about the ghost god.

However, this meant that even Ling Sui Daoren, who had practiced the art of capturing ghosts for a hundred years, could not deal with Zhuge Qingtian?

Instantly understanding the key point, Qian Ren looked at the old Taoist, “Was it you who told him that marrying someone could lead to reincarnation?”

If an ordinary vengeful spirit released its obsession, it could naturally reincarnate. However, with Ling Sui Daoren’s cultivation, it was impossible for him to leave a vengeful spirit in the wild. He did this because the ghost was too ferocious, and even a Nascent Soul cultivator could not subdue it.

Seeing Qian Ren’s gaze, Ling Sui Daoren knew that the matter could not be concealed, so he sighed, “Great Protector, do you know what you have brought into the mortal world?”

Their conversation was extremely cryptic, and Zhuge Qingtian was immediately bewildered, “What are you talking about? Why can’t I understand?”

Seeing that he really didn’t understand, Qian Ren thought that the appearance of a ghost god had always led to bloodshed. It was better for this person to remain confused. He did not expose him, and just said casually, “Is it so strange that I bring trouble to the mortal world?”

Given his position as the second-in-command of the Demonic Cult, it seemed more strange if he were to be well-behaved. Instantly understanding the meaning of these words, Ling Sui Daoren seemed to see another reckless He Huan being born. Although it made his teeth ache, he still had the entire Jiangdu City to protect, and he couldn’t just beat up this demonic cultivator before he grew stronger. Helpless, he could only say, “Very well, the Sword Monarch has already notified the major sects. Therefore, I invite the Great Protector to take a brief rest at the Tian Shi Mansion.”

In the current world, the head of the Xuan Sect was the number one swordsman in the world, and the Sword Monarch was his youngest disciple, He Ku, who was second only to him in swordsmanship. It was rumored that this person was the manifestation of He Huan’s Nascent Soul. However, despite this, his temperament was the opposite of the demonic head—upright and cheerful. Since he had always traveled the martial world to punish evil and promote good, the younger generation of the righteous path respected him as the Sword Monarch.

Although there had been rumors in recent years that the Sword Monarch had an ambiguous relationship with He Huan, anyone who had seen him did not believe these rumors at all. Ling Sui Daoren had even scolded his disciple because of this, “Stop your filthy thoughts. How could such an upright and bright person like the Sword Monarch demean himself? Your father is a cut sleeve, but he wouldn’t be a cut sleeve!”

Of course, as someone who had been tormented by his two masters in the past, Qian Ren was very sure that he was a cut sleeve, and a very troublesome one at that.

At this moment, Qian Ren’s face darkened at the mention of the Sword Monarch’s name. He immediately asked, “Let me ask, what is his excuse?”

To this, Ling Sui Daoren took out a sound transmission stone. The man’s clean and cheerful voice came like a spring breeze, “My poor disciple was exploited by the Demonic Cult and ran away from home. Now he is penniless and wandering the martial world. That ghost He Huan is so worried that his hair is almost falling out. I ask all my fellow martial artists to give He Ku some face. If you meet him, please spare some room to take him in for a while, otherwise I will fly to your rooftops and transcend the tribulation.”

Seemingly worried that a Sword Monarch who was transcending tribulation would really fly to their sect, Ling Sui Daoren added, “The same sound transmission has been distributed to the heads of the top ten sects in Jiangnan.”

The image of their Demonic Cult in the martial world had plummeted these years, and this person was definitely the culprit…

Silently supporting his forehead, Qian Ren, who had been defined as running away from home, knew that he couldn’t argue with those two masters, and also understood what Ling Sui Daoren meant. The Tian Shi Mansion would naturally give face to the Sword Monarch, but a dangerous demonic cultivator like the Demonic Cult’s protector had to be within their sight. It was impossible to let him mingle with the crowds.

Qian Ren had just come to Jiangnan for a leisurely walk, so he didn’t refuse this arrangement. Although he was speechless at his meddlesome masters, he just replied, “Prepare two sets of clean clothes and hot water for me.”

“As long as you do not harm the people, the Tian Shi Mansion will definitely treat you as a welcome guest.”

The fact that he wasn’t causing trouble relieved the people of the righteous path. They immediately stopped their entanglement and took him to the Tian Shi Mansion.

They had different paths and had nothing to talk about. The disciples of the Tian Shi Mansion brought hot water and clothes and then left, also taking the door with them, seemingly afraid that this demonic cultivator would do something scandalous and disturb the peace of their sect.

Qian Ren had two cultivators who were about to transcend the tribulation backing him, and his own cultivation was also not bad. Living in the enemy camp, he was also very calm. After scanning the room and finding nothing wrong, he started meditating. However, Zhuge Qingtian, who had encountered this kind of situation for the first time, was very emotional, “Wife, you seem to be a very powerful big shot.”

“My master is the powerful one.”

Qian Ren’s words were true. The martial world had always been a place where strength was the deciding factor. If one didn’t have the power to stand on top of the world, one could not command others. He was very fortunate to have met the best masters in the world since childhood. Now, he could only do his best to improve his cultivation and strive not to become his master’s weakness.

He had cultivated for many years and had long lost interest in external things. However, Zhuge Qingtian found the cultivator’s room very novel. After turning around, he pointed to the egg on the table and asked curiously, “Why do you people in the city put red eggs in your rooms?”

“Ignore these things.”

Fu Hongye would naturally report Zhuge Qingtian’s matter when he returned to the Xuan Sect. Qian Ren didn’t need to think to know who had instructed this, or rather, the act of only giving them one room could only be the bad idea of his two masters.

However, he still underestimated the troublesome nature of his master. The facts proved that even if they were far away in Yun City, they could still use flying swords to harass their disciples. Zhuge Qingtian flipped through the egg and was puzzled again, “But, there’s also a note here—Disciple, if you don’t understand anything, just send a letter with your flying sword to ask your master. We are experienced in all matters!”

Looking at these profound words, Zhuge Qingtian’s expression was ambiguous. He only sighed, “Your master is so good to you.”

The consumption of flying swords was extremely high. Ordinary sects would never use them lightly unless it was a matter of life and death. Only He Huan, who was in the Tribulation Transcending stage, could be so reckless and use flying swords to deliver ordinary things like red eggs.

Of course, as a disciple who was taken care of with such great care, Qian Ren only had one thought—what did those two want him to do with a dead person? Such unnecessary care was completely unneeded!

However, not only had he underestimated his master, but he had also underestimated Zhuge Qingtian’s level of initiative. After looking at the bath bucket, this man looked at him expectantly, “Wife, are you going to take a bath? Can I rub your back?”

Glancing at him askance, Qian Ren didn’t know if it was because of the note, but he always felt that this scene didn’t seem very pure. He said, “That’s for you. After you’re done, change out of that mourning robe.”

Zhuge Qingtian had been dead for many years. Although his body was preserved in the same state as when he died due to the resentment, his senses had long been lost. He could neither feel pain nor cold. In the past, when he cleaned his body, he would just jump into the river and let the water wash away the dirt, even washing his clothes, just to be convenient and save effort. He never expected that someone would prepare hot water for him. He reached into the steaming bath bucket and stirred it. Even though he didn’t have any tactile sensation, he didn’t know why but his soul felt a long-lost warmth.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly. As a cold wind blew past, the pale mourning robe and the blood-red wedding clothes fell onto the frame by themselves. Bathing as if he were alive after such a long time, Zhuge Qingtian suddenly didn’t want to take his head off to tidy up like he used to. Although it was convenient, it was not something a human could do. Touching the wound on his neck, he then looked at the black-clothed man who had closed his eyes to meditate. He couldn’t bear the silence in the room and laughed, “Wife, do you want to watch me bathe?”

“No, get lost.”

As expected, Qian Ren immediately and coldly rejected this suggestion. To express his refusal, he even directly changed his direction and turned his face towards the wall, using his actions to prove that he had absolutely no desire.

However, seeing this action, Zhuge Qingtian became even happier. Leaning on the edge of the bath bucket, he looked at the overlapping red and white clothes. He thought, what identity or what name did not matter. Anyway, the people who would become vengeful spirits could never have experienced anything good when they died.

However, his wife had so many enemies, maybe he needed to become stronger.

The author has something to say: He Ku: Dear disciple, to celebrate that you have finally been able to interact successfully with another living being for five days without fighting, I have boiled a pot of red eggs!

Qian Ren: What should I do if I encounter a bear parent? Help, waiting online!

Zhuge Qingtian: I know! Marry me and start our own household!

Qian Ren: Get out!

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