TEMBMBIWB Chapter 42
by VolareAs soon as the White Deer Immortal arrived at Kunlun Void, he first took Wugen and Furong to visit the Spiritual Mystic Immortal, who was also Yue Shanglan’s mother and the Sect Mistress of Kunlun Void.
Just as Tan Zhui walked into the courtyard, he heard the Spiritual Mystic Immortal berating Yue Shanglan.
Yue Shanglan reacted quickly. The moment he saw Tan Zhui, his eyes almost welled up with tears. Finally, his savior had arrived.
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal also noticed Tan Zhui and immediately became kind and amiable, completely devoid of the anger from just now.
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal hurriedly went over and invited Tan Zhui to sit down.
“Oh, Little Bai, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, Auntie has missed you so much.”
Tan Zhui quickly nodded and accepted the teacup that the Spiritual Mystic Immortal handed over.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come, and I’ve prepared your favorite Dianchunzhi for you.” As the Spiritual Mystic Immortal spoke, she moved the fruits and pastries on the table towards the White Deer Immortal.
Tan Zhui: “Thank you, Immortal.”
Spiritual Mystic Immortal: “My stinky boy has been bothering you at Fangcun Mountain a lot, hasn’t he? If you ask me, you should just confiscate his travel pass and let him cool off somewhere else.”
Tan Zhui chuckled: “It’s fine.”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal noticed the two youths behind him and immediately her eyes lit up, as she went forward to observe them closely.
“Oh my, look, this should be Little Furong, he’s so handsome!” The Spiritual Mystic Immortal patted the youth’s hand and pulled him to take a seat.
Sui Chunsheng quickly bowed: “Greetings, Spiritual Mystic Immortal.”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal immediately smiled so wide that her mouth couldn’t close: “Good, good, good boy, Little Bai has taught him well.”
Then, her gaze fell on Wugen. She smiled, and pulled him over: “Eh, this is…”
“Little Bai, did you take in a new disciple?”
Tan Zhui quickly said: “Auntie, this is Wugen.”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal looked surprised, and exclaimed: “This is the Little Wooden Puppet! He has transformed into a human form! I haven’t heard about this. Let me have a good look at him. Look at how tender his little face is, so cute…”
Seeing how excited she was, Yue Shanglan couldn’t help but say: “Mother, be gentle, you’ve pinched Little Wooden Puppet until he’s red.”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal glared at him and stuffed an orange to Wugen, “Little Wooden Puppet, here, this is your favorite.”
Wugen immediately smiled and tried to speak: “Thank you, Imm-mortal.”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal couldn’t resist pinching Wugen’s cheeks again: “Oh, so good, good boy.”
After that, she glared at her own son.
“And my house has such a disappointing son!”
Yue Shanglan was stunned for a moment, why is it about me again…
“What? What’s with that expression? You dare to give your mother an attitude?” The Spiritual Mystic Immortal glared at him.
Yue Shanglan looked innocent: “I wouldn’t dare, mother.”
If you want to scold me, just scold me directly, why do you have to nitpick like this…
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal said: “When will you bring a fairy back?”
Yue Shanglan: “Mother, haven’t we already agreed on this? Why are you bringing it up again? A-Zhui is still here…”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal sized him up, frowned and said: “Why are you dragging Little Bai into this?”
“You don’t have some kind of homosexual tendency, do you?”
Yue Shanglan was so scared that his eyes widened. He was about to say “No,” when he subconsciously glanced at Tan Zhui who was drinking tea on his side.
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal immediately jumped up, grabbed his ear, and twisted it hard: “You are really shameless! You dare to covet anyone! How dare you try to harm Little Bai!”
Yue Shanglan struggled and cried out in pain: “It’s a misunderstanding! Mother! You misunderstood!”
“Even if I’m gay, I don’t have the guts to provoke A-Zhui!”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal was stunned for a moment, reacting: “You’re really gay?”
Tan Zhui comforted: “Auntie, A-Lan knows what he’s doing. Don’t push him too hard on this kind of thing.”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal pondered for a moment, then said sternly: “Being gay is fine, just be gay then!”
“As long as you can bring someone back, man or woman, your mother doesn’t care.”
Yue Shanglan was stunned: “The person I like might not be very talkative.”
As he spoke, his gaze unintentionally glanced at Wugen who was busily munching on an orange.
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal was taken aback: “You have someone you like? And they’re mute?”
Yue Shanglan: “No, it’s just that they’re not very good at speaking human language.”
Tan Zhui secretly rolled his eyes at him, knowing this fellow had ill intentions.
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal widened her eyes: “The one you like is not human?”
Yue Shanglan quickly said: “No! Mother! What are you thinking about again!”
When the Spiritual Mystic Immortal noticed that her son’s gaze was falling on Wugen who was munching on an orange from time to time, after a few times, it was hard not to notice something strange.
She suspiciously glared at him: “Don’t you have any shame?”
Yue Shanglan knew that his mother understood, and immediately said: “A-Zhui doesn’t have any objections…”
The Spiritual Mystic Immortal grabbed his ear and gritted her teeth: “You’re really not human, unworthy of being a teacher, how can you have such thoughts about a junior? It’s simply absurd, there’s almost ten thousand years of age difference between you! Little Wugen is only five hundred years old!”
Yue Shanglan cried out in pain as he struggled. The Spiritual Mystic Immortal pulled even harder.
Tan Zhui, who was on the side, lowered his eyes, seeming to be repeatedly savoring the scolding.
Yes, unworthy of being a teacher.
When it comes to absurdity, who can compare to him, the White Deer Immortal?
Tan Zhui’s heart ached. The youth beside him sensed his melancholy.
Just as he was about to ask, he saw the White Deer Immortal leave silently.
At the wedding banquet.
The immortals all sent their blessings, mostly of a joyous union, but none mentioned having a child soon.
This was because the new couple were married because of the pregnancy, and the wedding banquet was only being held after the child was a month old.
This kind of thing was not rare among the immortal sects.
The female immortals took turns holding the infant, and finally, unknowingly, it landed in the arms of the White Deer Immortal.
This was a rare opportunity to be touched by the White Deer Immortal’s aura and to receive his blessings.
The youth beside him discovered that his master seemed to be very good at comforting children. The baby, who had been crying just a moment ago, was now sound asleep.
The White Deer Immortal’s expression softened as he lowered his eyes to look at the baby in his arms.
The Guiyue Immortal on the side noticed him and immediately said: “Little Furong Immortal, you’ve grown up so much in the blink of an eye.”
“I even held Little Immortal when he was a child.”
Sui Chunsheng didn’t recognize her, but still bowed in response.
The Guiyue Immortal, looking at the White Deer Immortal not far away, said with a melancholic tone, “Do you think the White Deer Immortal is very good at comforting children?”
Sui Chunsheng hummed in agreement.
The Guiyue Immortal smiled: “That is thanks to Little Immortal.”
Sui Chunsheng was surprised: “Me?”
The Guiyue Immortal nodded: “When the Divine Lord picked up Little Immortal, you were not much bigger than this baby. At that time, you were more mischievous than him.”
“Also, whoever held you would cry, only the Divine Lord could make you fall asleep peacefully. And you would always grab the Divine Lord’s finger, and sometimes even suck on it.”
Sui Chunsheng couldn’t remember the things from when he was little.
But after hearing what the Guiyue Immortal said, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
So, he had been clinging to his master since he was little.
The Guiyue Immortal blinked: “This baby from the Peiwei Immortal’s family seems to like the Divine Lord very much too.”
Sui Chunsheng couldn’t help but look over. The child was about to reach out and grab Tan Zhui’s beard, still in a drowsy sleep.
The youth, on a whim, went forward.
“Master, let me hold him.”
Tan Zhui was stunned for a moment, then smiled: “Be careful.”
Sui Chunsheng had originally just come to interrupt the baby but now he had no choice but to go along with it.
His master handed him the baby and he tensed up, looking very serious.
Tan Zhui, seeing how cautious he was, with his body stiffening, couldn’t help but chuckle and say softly: “Relax, it’s not that scary.”
Immortal Pu Liu also laughed: “Haha, Little Immortal, don’t be so nervous, isn’t the baby very soft?”
Sui Chunsheng nodded: “Like he doesn’t have any bones.”
The Guiyue Immortal said: “You’ll get used to it if you hold him more often. By the time you have your own child, it will be easier.”
Sui Chunsheng blinked and subconsciously looked at his master.
Tan Zhui met the youth’s gaze, his eyelashes trembled slightly with a puzzled look.
The wedding banquet was lively for a day and only ended late into the night.
When Sui Chunsheng found his master, the White Deer Immortal was already drunk.
After the feast began, the youth was assigned to the table with Yong Lan and Si Feng’s group.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, his master was already drunk.
When the White Deer Immortal saw the youth coming to find him, he happily narrowed his eyes and reached out his hand.
The youth immediately took hold of his sleeve and helped him up.
Tan Zhui wasn’t very conscious. He subconsciously held onto the youth tightly and leaned against his chest.
“Oh my, the Divine Lord has had too much to drink…”
“Little Immortal, why don’t you take the Divine Lord to the pavilion to rest first…”
“The Divine Lord is as usual, gets drunk after just one cup.”
Sui Chunsheng bowed to the elders at the table and then helped his master leave the banquet, following the small path to Kunlun Void’s pavilion.
Along the way, the White Deer Immortal was quite restless.
He wanted to completely slump onto the youth and kept grabbing at the youth’s clothes.
Sui Chunsheng comforted him in a low voice while wrapping him tightly with his cloak.
In a daze, Tan Zhui smelled the hibiscus scent on the youth, a scent he had always liked, and he subconsciously went closer to smell it.
The youth’s body immediately tensed, his breathing becoming rapid.
Just now, his master’s nose had brushed against his neck, smelling his scent.
It was just a simple sniff, but it was enough to make the youth’s dantian heat up.
He pressed on the White Deer Immortal’s shoulders and leaned back slightly. Their lips were just inches apart at this moment.
Sui Chunsheng called softly: “Master.”
Tan Zhui gave a muffled “hmm,” and reached out to touch his head, as if he was comforting a mischievous child.
The White Deer Immortal’s voice was weary, but there was a bit of softness: “Good boy, darling Furong, be good…”
Sui Chunsheng’s eyelashes trembled. These few words were like a cat extending its claws and scratching his heart carelessly.
Just as he was about to lose himself, a voice called him back to his senses.
“A-Zhui?”
It was an unfamiliar voice.
The youth vigilantly looked up and saw an immortal dressed in azure blue.
Yue Shanglan followed closely behind, swaying as he approached. He was also stunned when he saw the master and disciple.
“Eh, Little Chunsheng.”
Sui Chunsheng bowed slightly, “Immortal Yue Shang.”
Yue Shanglan looked delighted: “Eh, A-Zhui! Look, who is this?”
Tan Zhui, hearing his voice, groggily raised his face.
The azure figure looked at him, their eyes meeting.
Tan Zhui’s eyelashes trembled, his pupils dilated, as if he recognized him.
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