Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 085 Frost Of The Heavenly Wind, Does Not Destroy The Grass
When Feng Qingxiu entered meditation at night, he dreamed again.
He dreamt of being in a grand hall filled with monsters and evil spirits, sitting on a yin-yang fish symbol, talking about something. Then he heard a faint cry for help.
A cry, weak and tender, sharp like the wail of a fledgling bird, or like the desperate scream of a dying person clinging to life.
"Ah Yun, did you hear the cry for help?" He heard himself asking his master.
He saw his master sitting upright with closed eyes, then calculating something with his fingers, calmly saying, "This child is despised by the heavens, not allowed to live. His death is imminent. He is still ten thousand miles away. You, as a celestial demon, can hear infinite hearts, so naturally, you can hear his dying cry for help."
"But he’s crying for help. If you didn’t hear it, that’s one thing, but since you did, how can you not save him?" He saw himself clinging to his master, rubbing against him.
Then he was slapped away.
"If you want to save him, then go ahead." He heard his master say indifferently.
"Actually, Yun, you also want to save him, right?" He heard himself ask with a bit of smugness.
Then his master opened his eyes.
His vision went black, and he woke up.
Everything in the dream quickly became blurry. He only remembered that he seemed to be talking to his master and was extremely disrespectful to him… Oh heavens above, how could I dream of such things?
This world is too terrifying.
Feng Qingxiu calmed himself, pressed the paper figurine of his master against his chest, and felt an immediate sense of peace and tranquility, then got up to wash up.
Even though he was already at the Golden Core stage, where the body cleanses itself and doesn’t require food or washing, old habits die hard. He could do without food, but going without washing up still felt strange.
After retying his long hair and tidying himself up, he finally left his room and went out into the elegant and refined small courtyard.
Compared to most disciples who lived in single dorm rooms within the flying peak, he, as the Peak Master, was able to live in a spacious courtyard where there were small bridges, ponds, rock gardens, and other signs of a different status.
His small courtyard was often a popular spot where guests came to leech off his internet connection.
However, today, the courtyard was not lively at all.
Because sitting at the stone table in the courtyard was a young man in black, playing with a jade amulet. His expression was playful, his fingers long and beautiful, with fingertips even more exquisite than the jade in his hand.
His appearance wasn’t stunning, but there was a natural elegance about him, like an endless landscape, growing more pleasing the longer you looked.
Feng Qingxiu greeted politely, "Senior Brother Yang."
"I don’t like you calling me Senior Brother Yang," the young man raised his head, his tea-colored eyes looking at him. "Call me Fuyin."
Are we that familiar? Feng Qingxiu thought inwardly but still held his ground, "Is Senior Brother Yang here to use the internet as well?"
"I knew about it since the Ghost Ruins and used it a few times already. I’m here to see you," Yang Fuyin stared into his eyes with a deep expression, "How are things between you and the Sect Leader now? Have you angered him?"
What the heck? Feng Qingxiu was genuinely a bit annoyed now, "Senior Brother Yang, please watch your words. The Sect Leader treats me very well. I am always careful with my words and actions, never causing trouble for my master, let alone angering him."
"Is that so? He isn’t afraid of you causing trouble… it was just thirty years in Seclusion, yet such a big event occurred," Senior Brother Yang lowered his head, having basically divined some information in his mind. He also felt somewhat helpless. As soon as he came out of Seclusion, he heard that the Sect Leader had taken in a new official apprentice and personally designed a new flying peak for him. The useless junior brothers at Taiyi Peak didn’t inform him of such a big event. After casually dealing with those idiots, he had been ready for a long time to come and give this little seducer who had taken his target position a lesson. But the result was too unexpected.
That demonic aura, that temperament, that handwriting, those stitches… it better not to mention it anymore!
"What exactly happened? But this time, it’s tied to Su Wan, it must be related to that incident from a hundred years ago," Senior Brother Yang habitually muttered to himself, then shook his head, stood up, and handed him a design, "This is the latest design. I’ve prepared the materials and sewing techniques; you prepare it yourself."
"Prepare?" Feng Qingxiu picked up the design and found it was another clothing design, with meticulous penmanship, each detail broken down perfectly, with layers upon layers, all luxurious and beautiful, looking incredibly comfortable.
"Although the Sect Leader doesn’t celebrate his birthday every year, as the head disciple, you definitely can’t forget. Isn’t it proper to make a new outfit for Master?" Yang Fuyin said matter-of-factly, "How long has it been since Master’s wardrobe was updated?"
Or have you reverted to only daring to make clothes for dolls?
Feng Qingxiu thought he made a good point but still found the design he offered very annoying. Then he remembered that the other was almost the Sect Leader’s apprentice too. Was this a special visit to provoke him?
So he returned the design, "He’s my master. I’ll handle it. No need for your concern."
He expected the other to get angry, but the other just smiled more deeply, nodded, and said, "Alright, I was just giving a little reminder, so I won’t disturb you further."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Feng Qingxiu saw him out.
***
Yang Fuyin turned and headed for Danding Peak.
Qiu Yuansheng was trying a new pill formula when his spiritual sense suddenly tingled, and he instinctively wanted to flee.
Only to still bump into the young man in black while rounding a corner.
The other looked at him, his expression gentle, and said softly, "There’s no one on the flying peaks who can hide from me."
"Senior Brother," Qiu Yuansheng said helplessly, "Please don’t do this."
"A hundred years ago, you didn’t leave any trace," Senior Brother Yang looked at him calmly, "This time, you didn’t leave any trace either. In fact, even when I sent that spirit demon soul back, I might have died in the fox’s mouth."
"Senior Brother, I have no idea what you’re talking about!" Qiu Yuansheng said with a wry smile.
"You’re too good at causing trouble for others. But I thought about it, and out of the ten thousand Kun-Lai disciples who went on the expedition, besides you and me, no one else could have done it so flawlessly… Don’t mention others. I remember everyone’s actions and records in Kun-Lai, and that person is far away in Haijing. There’s no third person who could have done it." Yang Fuyin referred to the last of the Kun-Lai Seven Talents, but that was a name they didn’t like to mention.
"Senior Brother, I’m not taking the blame for this. If there’s nothing else, I need to continue my research on new pills. You know how much I love alchemy, which is why I refused to join Taiyi Peak." Qiu Yuansheng said, trying to placate him, "You don’t have to hold a grudge for so many years just because I turned down your invitation back then."
"You certainly would have refused because I was on Taiyi Peak. If you had joined, it would have been too difficult to get things done. Otherwise, Taiyi Peak would have been your first choice, and a hundred years ago, you wouldn’t have failed because you didn’t know about the flying peak’s second defense." Yang Fuyin said indifferently, "So you after the first time you saw me at Taiyi Peak you immediately refused."
"Then what’s the point of blocking me now? I haven’t done anything to offend you." Qiu Yuansheng said helplessly. He had tried so hard to avoid him, but still couldn’t shake him off.
"The next stop is Ziyun Dao in Yuntian Domain. You’re bound to cause trouble again." Yang Fuyin suddenly smiled, "I originally wanted to have a good fight with you, but after seeing Junior Brother Feng yesterday, I don’t feel like fighting you anymore."
Qiu Yuansheng’s heart tightened, and he threw a poisonous pill, turning to flee.
But he was still a step too slow. As Yang Fuyin said, any flying peak was his home ground.
Numerous talisman seals suddenly flashed in the void, and Qiu Yuansheng disappeared into the seals.
And in Yang Fuyin’s gentle tea-colored right eye, there was now the image of Qiu Yuansheng, who sat helplessly on the ground, sighing.
"After crossing Ziyun Dao, I'll let you out." Yang Fuyin chuckled lightly, "I wouldn't want a little skirmish to affect Junior Brother Feng."
During his studies under the Sect Leader, it was mostly the Second Master who taught him. The Nine Paths of Talisman Wards were all personally instructed by him, so he naturally knew what the Second Master sought in his heart.
The Second Master had finally gained the opportunity to coexist in the same plane and belong to the same race as the Sect Leader.
Who knows what the Sect Master had sacrificed for this.
How could I let you stir up trouble again and delay important matters?
Even if imprisoning you leads to conflict between Taiyi and Danding Peaks, I will bear the consequences.
The favor of those years has been remembered in my heart for a long time, and having the chance to repay it fills me with untold joy.
Though ten years of teaching was brief, it was enough to benefit me for life. How could I let an unstable factor like you cause any more disturbances?
No matter how clever and resourceful you are, if you manage to transmit any plans while still imprisoned by me—
I, Yang Fuyin, would definitely take my life on the spot!
***
Soon, the news that Yang Fuyin, one of the Seven Talents from Taiyi Peak, had captured Qiu Yuansheng, the head of Danding Peak, spread across all of the flying peaks.
Qiu Yuansheng was highly respected, being a natural-born genius who led the improvement of various medicinal pills on Danding Peak, benefiting the entire Kun-Lai. Many of the elders on Danding were eager to protect and cherish him.
Within less than an hour, both inside and outside the gates of the two great Elders, Bai Shuixian and Yan Zhao, were filled with disciples from Danding.
"Is this picking on the softest persimmon?" Bai Shuixian asked angrily, "They can't handle the Yang brat himself, so they dump the problem on us."
"Definitely. The elders who went to Taiyi Peak before were all dealt with by Xiao Yang, so no one dares to go up there anymore," Yan Zhao said in a low voice. "But we have to deal with this matter; Xiao Yang has gone too far."
"Of course I know he's gone too far. But are you going to say something?" Bai Shuixian asked.
"Can I break his Nine-Curved Heavenly Water Ward? Or can I beat him in a fight?" Yan Zhao refused. "Even when he was at the Nascent Soul stage, his wards were enough to trap us for several hours. How long has he been in the Demigod stage now? He just said that he's only keeping Xiao Qiu for twenty days, which doesn't seem like a big deal. He's already promised not to harm Xiao Qiu."
"What about the disciples at the door?" Bai Shuixian asked helplessly.
"Watch me."
Yan Zhao stepped forward and told the disciples outside, "We are aware of this matter, and indeed it is Yang Fuyin's wrong. He said there was a misunderstanding with Qiu Yuansheng and intends to detain him for a month."
The disciples of Danding were furious and began to denounce the eldest senior brother of Taiyi Peak.
"In response to our protest, Xiao Yang has shortened the time to twenty-five days." Seeing that the disciples were still unsatisfied, Yan Zhao softly added, "After further strong rebukes, he reduced it to twenty days."
The disciples finally showed some satisfaction, but still demanded the immediate release of Qiu Yuansheng.
"I'm currently continuing to criticize him and will definitely have him release Xiao Qiu as soon as possible. But you must give me some time—after all, the Sect Leader isn't here..."
The disciples acknowledged this point, realizing that with the Sect Leader away, much depended on Taiyi Peak.
"So, everyone should return and wait for news. I will make sure he releases Xiao Qiu as soon as possible," Yan Zhao reassured them.
After much appeasement, they finally persuaded the Danding disciples to leave.
Only then did the two elders breathe a sigh of relief, their expressions grim.
"Why did Xiao Yang capture Xiao Qiu?" Bai Shuixian suddenly asked.
Yan Zhao shook his head; he was also deeply puzzled by this.
"It would be great if Xiao Bai were here. Unfortunately, there's no one who can persuade him now," Bai Shuixian said bitterly. In all of Kun-Lai, the only ones Xiao Yang might listen to, aside from the Sect Leader, was Bai Liu, who had once saved his life.
"I'm not worried about Xiao Qiu. Xiao Yang has always known the importance of things. If he says twenty days, it will be twenty days, and he won't harm Xiao Qiu. The main issue is that we're about to reach Ziyun Dao. How are we going to explain Bai Liu's matter to An Xian?" Yan Zhao said helplessly.
"Let Xiao Yang do it. After all, I heard he's already collected all the things An Xian wanted." Bai Shuixian had no interest in informing An Xian of this matter and decided to let Xiao Yang, who had caused the trouble, handle it.
"What a mess," Yan Zhao sighed, feeling that he too might soon end up with white hair like the Sect Leader.