Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 084 The Player Is Confused, The Observer Is Clear
The amber contained a very intricate tiny ward. It looked small but had an expanded interior. The little fox’s soul could easily move around inside it and it could also block the innate fire from the sunlight, preventing it from harming the soul.
Feng Qingxiu observed the ward's structure and found that it was indeed a true legacy of his master. Many of the techniques used were strikingly similar, simple and neat. In comparison, although the elders of Taiyi Peak could also create similar wards, the difference was akin to the difference between an outstanding student and a mediocre one—one was merely qualified, while the other achieved full marks.
Su Wan was pacing restlessly in the courtyard, taking the form of the little fox.
She had quickly returned to Qingqiu earlier, intending to restore her daughter’s soul. Given her speed as a Great Sage, this should have been a matter of just going back and forth.
However, upon returning to Qingqiu, she discovered that the great spirit demons she had stationed to guard her daughter had already taken the little fox’s body to the next stop of the flying peaks to look for them.
The Yuntian Domain was extremely vast. Although Su Wan was a Great Sage, she couldn’t find her daughter immediately. Her subordinates carrying her daughter’s body would not only avoid making a fuss but would also be cautious not to be discovered—being the child of Su Wan would attract too much trouble. A Great Sage wasn’t without enemies; on the contrary, after tens of thousands of years, a Great Sage had countless enemies. While they might not have the means to trouble the Great Sage directly, if they had the chance to cause trouble for the Great Sage’s daughter, they would certainly seize the opportunity.
Thus, Su Wan had to send out foxes to search secretly while waiting at the next stop of the flying peaks in the Yuntian Domain.
The spirit demon races followed ancient rules, with each race having its own territory. The Yuntian Domain was the domain of the Longshe (Dragon Snake) and the Fuhai (Sea-covering) Kunpeng, two powerful Great Sages.
This territory was vast, stretching from the bitterly cold lands of the human Northern Continent in the east, the boundless ice-covered northern seas in the north, Qingqiu in the south, to the Fire Domain in the west—almost larger than all human territories combined. There were countless fierce beasts and Great Sages roaming freely, so Su Wan did not dare to expose herself. The two Great Sages were said to be ancient spirit demons that had survived since the time of the Primordial Chaos.
“Primordial Chaos?” Feng Qingxiu, curious about these secret matters, asked.
“I’ve only heard about it myself, as it was a matter from millions of years ago,” Su Wan hesitated, seemingly trying to recall, and after a while, said, “I’ve heard that in ancient times, Pangu created the heavens and the earth, and later the world was divided among the Wu (sorcerer) Race and the Spirit Demon Race with great spirit demons running rampant. Then, there was the Heavenly Battle, which shattered the entire Primordial Chaos. Our current realm is merely a fragment of the northern part of the Primordial Chaos, floating in this corner of the void.”
“Ancient Primordial Chaos?” Feng Qingxiu was surprised. He had heard of the creation of the heavens and the earth and the creation of humans by the goddess Nüwa, but those were just legends. To think they actually existed!
“It is said that in ancient times, there were also Earth Immortals and Heaven Immortals beyond Human Immortals, beings capable of traversing the void and nine hells. Ancient bloodlines like the Kunpeng and Dragon Snake could survive for hundreds of thousands of years, but here, Human Immortals have only a lifespan of several tens of thousands of years,” Su Wan said sarcastically, “But those are all legends. I only heard about them from my elders. The Great Xuan's founding ancestor once used the national fortune and Divine Way to break the celestial demons' tribulation and became a Human Immortal. Later, he seemed to want to surpass the limits and left this realm to venture into the void universe.”
“Did he… succeed?” Feng Qingxiu knew the answer but still felt a bit regretful.
“I don’t know whether he succeeded or not; he never returned,” Su Wan seemed lost in thought, then said with bitterness, “You humans are all no good!”
Feng Qingxiu was somewhat helpless at this broad condemnation but still defended, “You can’t judge all humans based on the bad ones you encountered. Your spirit demon race is also quite cunning. You toppled the Great Xuan Dynasty and caused many deaths.”
“The Emperor and the High Priest had long had grievances. I just sowed discord a bit. Who knew the High Priest was so decisive, killing the Emperor on a whim?” Su Wan snorted coldly, “If it weren’t for him targeting me this time, I wouldn’t want to be his enemy.”
“Do you know why he is causing trouble for my master?” Feng Qingxiu wanted to know. The one using the little fox to threaten Su Wan must be targeting his master, not someone as insignificant as himself.
“It might be for a particular item. You should protect yourself well,” Su Wan was about to yell at him to vent her anger when the little fox in the amber squeaked. She immediately softened and said, “Do you want to take a look? Fine, I’ll take you.”
Then she ignored Feng Qingxiu and nimbly ran off from the grass.
Feng Qingxiu reflected on the events and confirmed there were no irregularities, then brushed off the fallen leaves from his clothes and continued to handle matters on the flying peak.
With Guan Yuli taking care of everything, things were well organized, and he found it very easy, usually just reviewing and approving the documents.
He felt a bit envious of Madam Guan’s ability to handle things well, having taken over from Qingnu.
He wrote the final "read" approval.
The he heard a knock on the door.
For a moment, he paused.
He hadn’t heard a knock on the door for a long time. Qingnu and You Jia were frequent visitors but had never learned to knock. Qiu Yuansheng never came, and Huang Wei and Ying An only used the courtyard to access the internet.
Madam Guan would always push the door open unceremoniously to deliver things—he had heard he did the same at Qingnu's place.
So, no one had knocked on the door for a long time.
The door was not closed, and the visitor was just knocking on the door to alert Feng Qingxiu. He was dressed in black with his hair tied up, and his tea-colored eyes occasionally reflected tiny glimmers of talisman seals, like shooting stars across the night sky.
“Senior Brother Yang,” Feng Qingxiu stood up to greet him.
“Qing,” Yang Fuyin called him that.
“Huh?” Shouldn’t he be called Junior Brother Feng? Why just “Qing”? Feng Qingxiu was puzzled but still nodded.
Senior Brother Yang did not explain, only slightly smiling, “You are the Sect Leader’s only apprentice, so I came to see you. It was too noisy yesterday, so I didn’t say much.”
Yesterday, they were all scared away by you, and those who stayed shrank into a ball and didn’t dare to speak. You didn’t think it was noisy… Feng Qingxiu was at a loss for words and could only politely say, “Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother.”
“It’s my duty.” Senior Brother Yang walked over to him, observing Feng Qingxiu. He was slightly taller, but his gaze was calm and clear, not condescending.
Feng Qingxiu let him look calmly.
After a while, Senior Brother Yang lowered his gaze and suddenly laughed softly.
Feng Qingxiu waited for him to speak.
“Qing, I haven’t been this happy in a long time,” Senior Brother Yang walked to his desk, glanced at the “read” marks, and said, “Do you know who I am?”
“You are the Sect Leader’s unrecorded apprentice, the eldest senior brother of Taiyi Peak. That’s all I know,” Feng Qingxiu told him what he knew.
“I come from a very ordinary background. My parents were just farmers in a mountain ravine in Great Xiao State,” Senior Brother Yang jumped topics quickly, “But what’s not ordinary is that I was born with a single element spiritual root, the thunder root.”
“Senior Brother, with such a talent, you wouldn’t be troubled by your background,” Feng Qingxiu nodded.
“No, the reason for my thunder root is that my mother, just days before going into labor with me, saw that a heavy rain was coming and worried about the grain in the fields. So she went out to harvest with my father. It was crucial to harvest the grain before the rain because rice is prone to germination and mold. The harvest at that time was very important, so they couldn’t be careless,” Senior Brother Yang said mildly, “But just as they were about to finish, a thunderbolt struck my mother.”
Feng Qingxiu was shocked.
“My mother passed away a day later, but before she died, she desperately gave birth to me. Later, it was speculated that my rare root was due to this incident. But since I was young, I was paralyzed and could not live normally,” Senior Brother Yang said this as if it were unrelated to him, “The villagers considered the thunder as divine punishment and thought I was a sinner from a past life, so even my father who was unwilling to abandon me was driven out of the village.”
“After, my father sought medical help, and hearing that only the cultivators of Kun-Lai could save me, he traveled thousands of miles, spending over ten years, carrying me up Kun-Lai Mountain all the way." Senior Brother Yang sighed softly, "How could an ordinary person possibly manage that?"
"But at that time, although I was paralyzed, my divine consciousness was naturally powerful, attracting a divine being with peerless spiritual power. He took me to Kun-Lai and had Peak Master Bai treat the excessive spiritual energy accumulation in my meridians." Senior Brother Yang said softly, "I asked him for his name at that time, but he didn’t tell me."
Feng Qingxiu still didn’t know what to say.
"When the Sect Leader taught me back then, many things were too trivial for him to explain, and the teaching was inconsistent," Senior Brother Yang tilted his head and glanced at Feng Qingxiu, suddenly taking out a very soft piece of fur. "Junior Brother Feng, help me make a small cloak, this big."
He took out a design.
Feng Qingxiu asked in confusion, "Isn’t this easy for Senior Brother Yang?"
"Of course! I drew countless designs back then." Senior Brother Yang smiled calmly, "But my hands cannot handle needles, as it affects the sensitivity of my micro-ward techniques."
So that’s why. Although Feng Qingxiu still felt something was off, he followed the instructions and made a small cloak. He worked swiftly and without hesitation.
Senior Brother Yang checked the stitches, his smile deepening, and after accepting the cloak, took out a small ornament.
"This is a gift—a defensive talisman I made. It has some defensive power and can be worn at all times. You can also sell it, but not for less than half the price of a flying peak, or it would be too much of a loss." Senior Brother Yang was satisfied to see him accept it and nodded before leaving.
Feng Qingxiu sat in a daze for a while, still unable to understand why he had come and gone.
***
Taiyi Peak.
Yang Fuyin was playing with the miniature cloak and suddenly felt a bit nostalgic.
I wondered how I could lose to an ordinary person.
So it turns out.
It was actually the Second Master.
It seems we have to start over.
Qing, you are becoming increasingly ineffective.
But this ending, Master, you must have put a lot of effort into it. You truly are not heartless and indifferent.