IS Chapter 47
by VolareAfter checking the time and cleaning up the mess left by Fish Brother, the Micro-Snow Palace’s main hall returned to its ethereal,Fairy-filled state.
That magical artifact that preserved evidence when it was convenient and destroyed it when it wasn’t was also activated.
Even the several Micro-Blood Palace’s young palace masters who hadn’t yet reached adulthood all neatly donned the new Dharma robes recently made by Master Xia—each person’s robe was half red and half white, with white embroidery on the red fabric and red embroidery on the white fabric. Those who cultivated Taoism had the Taiji Eight Trigrams embroidered, those who studied medicine had immortal herbs embroidered, those who studied poison had poisonous creatures embroidered, and those who studied swordsmanship but weren’t Ye Zhuo… had nothing embroidered at all.
When the young men wore these, they all looked handsome and dashing.
Wei Sheng Xian looked them over one by one, very satisfied, and arranged for them to do their respective tasks.
“Why are we still being bossed around and doing chores here when we’ve clearly betrayed Green Mountains?” A gloomy voice came from the corner.
“Because we’re currently undercover in the Micro-Snow Palace. For the greater good, we can only endure humiliation for now.”
“You two,” Wei Sheng Xian said, “go create some clouds and mist.”
The two Micro-Blood Palace’s young palace masters exchanged a look and went to endure humiliation.
The hall was busy, but it had nothing to do with Ye Zhuo, who was already sitting on his high seat, cultivating with his eyes closed.
Li Yuan stood beside his seat, surveying the surroundings.
—He realized that there didn’t seem to be a place for him to sit here.
Was it possible that the dignified Vice Palace Master didn’t even have a chair?
“Why are you sitting and I’m standing?” he questioned Ye Zhuo.
“Aren’t you a Cold Pool Jiao Spirit?” Ye Zhuo said, “You’re my palace’s spirit pet, so no seat is provided.”
“?”
This person wouldn’t get another bite of fish next time.
“But I have my own chair, I’ll sit if I want to,” Li Yuan said.
The Dragon Clan elders were thorough in every way except with money, so of course, this dragon wouldn’t lack a mere chair. Ye Zhuo knew this.
However, Wei Sheng Xian was also thorough and already gone from the main hall without anyone noticing.
“Actually, it’s not bad for you to stand,” Ye Zhuo said.
Li Yuan crossed his arms, looking down: “How is it not bad? Let me hear your sophistry this time.”
Ye Zhuo raised his eyes to look at him, as if sizing him up.
Li Yuan returned his gaze with the same scrutiny.
Ye Zhuo’s eyes were beautiful, with a sharp brilliance.
Even when looking up at someone, his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes always seemed to reveal a hint of natural arrogance, making one want to bite him.
Then the man opened his mouth and spoke calmly.
“Your Excellency has such a phoenix-like appearance and dragon-like bearing, with extraordinary aura,” Ye Zhuo said slowly, “If you were sitting, the Micro-Snow Palace would naturally be radiant with splendor. If you stand, wouldn’t the Micro-Snow Palace be even more unfathomable?”
How strange, when had this person’s words ever been so pleasant to hear?
“I was wondering why you changed your tune, so you want to use me to elevate your status.” Li Yuan squinted at him, smiling, “Then wouldn’t it be even more effective if I poured tea and water for Palace Master Ye and acted subservient?”
Ye Zhuo thought for a moment.
“That would be a little contrived,” he said.
Li Yuan lightly scoffed and looked away.
As he moved his gaze, he saw Wei Sheng Xian walking in from the hall door, a white jade elegant seat floating behind him.
“I saw you two chatting and laughing from afar, Brother Li Yuan, what are you talking about?” Wei Sheng Xian said, “Thinking of setting up a seat for you, I just went to the warehouse for a good search.”
Li Yuan glanced at the Vice Palace Master’s elegant seat and said, “No need.”
“…Hmm?” Wei Sheng Xian was a little confused for a moment, “What does Brother Li Yuan mean by this?”
Then Li Yuan leaned lazily against Ye Zhuo’s seat and said, “I prefer to stand.”
Wei Sheng Xian left, perplexed.
Their Dragon Clan’s temperament was truly strange.
Ye Zhuo watched the elegant seat float away, feeling quite sorry for Long Li Yuan.
“Just a casual remark,” Ye Zhuo said, “It’s not like I really wouldn’t let you sit.”
“Cultivate yours,” Li Yuan said, “Mind your own business.”
Ye Zhuo: “.”
When the activity in the main hall gradually subsided, a clear and melodious bell rang suddenly from the direction of the mountain gate.
—A guest had arrived.
Ye Zhuo slowly opened his eyes. Someone smoothed the long hair beside his neck.
Mountain gate.
A distant voice asked, “Who is the visitor? What is the purpose of their visit?”
“The Upper Purity Mountain’s Dao Sect’s Executive Elder, bestowed the name Nascent Soul by my teacher.” The Daoist said, “I have come to visit the Micro-Snow Palace to discuss important matters.”
In fact, the Nascent Soul Daoist really didn’t want to mention his name.
Their generation had the character “Yuan” (Yuán), which was originally a good generation marker. His senior brothers were named Yuan Qing and Yuan Xuan, all excellent Daoist names. When it came to him, he ended up with “Nascent Soul (Yuan Baby).”
Now it was all good, his entire cultivation would stop at the Nascent Soul stage.
Last time, their Dao Sect’s First Disciple visited Green Mountains and died inexplicably. The matter seemed to have hidden circumstances, and no one said how it was finally resolved.
Therefore, this time he visited Green Mountains, not seeking merit, but seeking to avoid fault.
—When sects interacted, the cultivation level of the person sent was very important.
Too high would seem provocative. Too low would seem like disrespect.
And the Dao Sect’s decision-makers didn’t know why they placed such importance on this small sect located in the remote Green Mountains.
Therefore, after much deliberation, they finally chose him, who was senior in experience but neither high nor low in cultivation, to take on this task. Before his departure, his teacher had many instructions, telling him to remember them all.
At this moment, the Nascent Soul Daoist sized up the sword-carrying youth who greeted guests at the mountain gate, who seemed taciturn.
He did have some bearing.
After reporting his origins and name, the youth didn’t have much reaction, but simply said calmly: “I am aware.”
Then he said nothing more.
Until two bell rings echoed from the mountain, as if in response.
Only then did the sword-carrying youth turn around: “Please follow me.”
The etiquette was quite good, the Nascent Soul Daoist followed.
Before reaching the main hall, he first saw the clear and cool immortal mist, quietly surrounding them.
—This small sect did have some immortal air.