Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 087 Extra: Days With The Apprentice & Great Celestial Demon
The Xing Dao Master, Ji Yunlai, had always known that Qing was a Great Celestial Demon King, a great threat. Therefore, even though Qing had been subdued by him multiple times and was now completely harmless, Ji Yunlai never let his guard down.
Celestial demons could always hear the deepest calls from within people's hearts, taking advantage of any opening. Thus, Ji Yunlai had early on forbidden Qing from listening to people's hearts at will.
"Yun, do you hear someone calling for help?" Qing asked as he lingered around Ji Yunlai, who was sitting on the yin-yang fish symbol.
Ji Yunlai's heart skipped a beat. For a divine consciousness to actively be sensed by Qing, just how powerful must it be?
Using a divination technique, a spark of insight flashed in his mind, revealing a child, far away, desperately calling for help—not for himself, but for his father.
"If you want to save them, then save them," he said to Qing.
***
Qing knew it was far, but he didn't expect it to be this far—tens of thousands of miles away. But as a celestial demon, the other's divine consciousness was so strong that it was like a star in the night sky. He still found them.
In the dead of winter, with snow almost as high as a person, a father and son huddled together under a withered tree and rocks, holding each other tightly.
The child, dressed in a tattered coat, looked about six or seven years old, emaciated and purple with cold. However, his eyes were bright and full of hope.
"Save my father!" the child called out silently.
Qing picked up the child and infused him with spiritual energy to keep him warm, then regretfully looked at the other person on the ground.
The father had a gaunt face and was only wearing a single layer of clothing. His body was completely stiff, with his legs bent unnaturally and cloth strips tied around him for the child’s safety.
Feeling a bit sad, Qing sighed lightly. With a flick of his finger, a wisp of the man's soul slowly appeared, manifesting in the void with the man’s image.
The child opened his mouth, but only managed to utter a few incoherent sounds, tears streaming down his face.
"I am from Kun-Lai. I will take this child back to Kun-Lai for treatment. Do you agree?" Qing asked gently.
"Thank you, Divine God! Thank you, Divine God!" The soul knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. He was so emotional that his soul almost dissipated. "My son has had a hard life. He was born paralyzed and mute. I intended to take him to Kun-Lai for treatment, but I accidentally broke my leg on the way. Fortunately, we met you!"
"What is this child's name?" Qing asked.
"Yang Fu," the ghost immediately replied but then hesitated. "Fu refers to wild grass, a lowly name for good health. Please, Divine God, give him a new name."
Qing was momentarily at a loss. He didn't know how to name people.
Ah Yun, Ah Yun!
He immediately pushed the responsibility to Ah Yun.
"No need to change the name given by his parents," Ji Yunlai decided, intending to deal with Qing later. He glanced at the child in his arms and said calmly, "However, his destiny has changed. Add the character 'Yin' to his name, similar in sound to 'Fuyin,' which symbolizes light, to extend his life."
"Thank you, Divine God," the soul said, kneeling and kowtowing again.
After one last look at the child, who was still crying, Ji Yunlai waved his hand. A transparent figure of the child appeared, at first surprised by his surroundings, before rushing towards his father with a cry.
"A soul shouldn't be separated from the body for too long. You have a quarter of an hour to say your goodbyes," Ji Yunlai said coldly.
"Father!" the little soul cried, hugging his father and weeping. His soul was almost solid, incredibly strong.
Hearing his child call him "father" for the first time, the ghostly father hugged his son, crying and lamenting. Qing was also moved, so he hugged Ah Yun sadly in his mind.
Ji Yunlai casually locked him in his small dark cell.
One quarter was very short.
The father smiled at his son returning to his body and gratefully went off to be reincarnated.
The child silently asked, "Thank you for saving me. What is your name? I will repay you one day."
Ji Yunlai did not reply, only taking him to Qingdi Peak.
***
Bai Liu found a severely ill child in his room on his chair.
And he also saw the Sect Leader, whom he hadn't seen for a long time!
The Sect Leader merely glanced at him, and Bai Liu immediately promised not to reveal the child's identity!
The Sect Leader offered no explanation and simply turned and left.
Bai Liu immediately checked the child.
He discovered four problems: First, the child was already ten years old but malnourished, hence his small size. Second, his spiritual root was the best of the best, but overly strong. The spiritual energy absorbed by the root was so dense it had almost solidified, causing it to clog the meridians in his head, resulting in paralysis. Third, the meridians in his brain were extremely fine and small, requiring careful treatment that needed consultation with Ruge. Fourth, how to explain to Ruge that this child's treatment couldn't be charged…
***
Day by day, over six months, Bai Liu and Yimeng Ruge finally cleared the meridians in Yang Fuyin's body.
Yang Fuyin went from being completely paralyzed to moving his fingers, then to moving his hands and wrists, then his arms, sitting up, walking, and finally speaking.
He was born extremely intelligent, learning all the characters within a month and even imitating the handwriting he had seen. After participating in a few dissections with Yimeng Ruge, he became so adept that he even surpassed Bai Liu.
Seeing that he was better, Bai Liu went to Zhaoyue Peak to ask how to deal with the child.
The Sect Leader's reply was to send him to the lower school.
***
Soon after, the 34th Kun-Lai Dragon-Phoenix Selection students met their life's shadow, an experience that they would never forget.
Yang Fuyin was sent over by Bai Liu, but he was the most extraordinary prodigy in Kun-Lai's four-hundred-year history.
Even the teachers were stunned by his learning ability and his capacity to infer new knowledge from one instance, leaving his peers without any sense of existence.
When he graduated, the peak masters of Kun-Lai nearly dueled each other for him.
In the end, Yang Fuyin chose Taiyi Peak.
Yet within ten years, the elders of Taiyi Peak were crying and begging to have him transferred out of their peak.
Having a photographic memory was no longer his limit; he could even read different books with each eye simultaneously and draw all of the Taiyi Peak’s talisman seals with his eyes closed. None of the elders could withstand his endless questions. When it came to seals, there was nothing more the elders of Taiyi Peak could teach him.
But there was someone who could teach this once-in-a-millennium talent. That person was the Sect Leader of Kun-Lai, the Xing Dao Master.
***
Under the joint recommendation of the elders of Taiyi Peak, Ji Yunlai agreed to teach him, but refused to take him as an apprentice. Yang Fuyin finally entered Zhaoyue Peak of Kun-Lai.
***
At that time, Ji Yunlai was busy deducing the secrets of heaven, so he entrusted the task of teaching to Qing. Qing was delighted and taught him with great seriousness. The difference between Qing and Ji Yunlai was so vast that Yang Fuyin didn't need to guess whether they were two different people. It was certain—they were definitely two souls! No need to speculate!
Qing candidly admitted that he was a celestial demon, a weapon of the Sect Leader. The simple and lonely celestial demon Qing soon fell for Fuyin's kindness, and Yang Fuyin became his first friend.
Later, they once talked about this topic.
“Isn’t Master your friend?” Yang Fuyin asked, puzzled.
“No, he’s my wife,” Qing replied with a hint of shyness.
“Are you sure you mean Master and not the pile of dolls you’ve stashed away?” Yang Fuyin asked bluntly.
“Fuyin, if you ask like that, can we still be friends?” Qing asked, visibly upset.
***
"This is a letter I received. If you like it, you can use it for reference," Yang Fuyin said, as he handed over the pink letters sent by various female disciples from different peaks. He didn’t intend to throw them away but decided to put them to good use instead.
“Apprentice, you’re the best,” Qing said happily, taking the letters to read.
“You're so useless. The stones you wrote on, you should give them to Master!” Yang Fuyin said, clearly exasperated.
“I did,” Qing replied, lowering his head in disappointment. “He read them and just returned them to me without saying anything.”
“Could it be that it wasn't expressive enough?” Yang Fuyin tilted his head, and then patted his second master on the shoulder in consolation. “Next time, I’ll help you edit it, and it will definitely be touching.”
However, Yang Fuyin’s talent wasn’t in writing, but that didn’t stop him. He paid a hefty sum to hire someone to ghostwrite a love letter.
Qing cherished it and carefully transcribed it before presenting it to Ayh Yun.
***
The next day, the love letter was slammed down in front of Yang Fuyin. Xing Dao Master Ji Yunlai made him stand outside Zhaoyue Peak and read it aloud for three days straight.
One Qing was already troublesome enough, and now there was another one! He had to make sure they both learned their lesson!
Yang Fuyin memorized the faces of everyone who watched him during those three days, and later took leave to deal with each one of them.
The entire Kun-Lai Sect dared not mention the incident again. Qing, who was complicit, was confined to a small dark cell. After being released, the revolutionary friendship between Qing and his apprentice grew even deeper.
***
"Yuzhi Peak has a new needlework technique. I’ll bring you a copy," Yang Fuyin said, handing him a jade slip.
Qing immediately took it and began studying it carefully, paying particular attention to the floating needle and reverse needle techniques, nodding from time to time, clearly benefiting greatly. The apprentice beside him also presented a dozen exquisite pieces of fabric.
Qing accepted them all at once, looking quite pleased. “Also, help me keep an eye out for new clothing styles. If you don’t understand anything, feel free to ask me.”
“You’ve already made a whole wardrobe for Master. Be careful not to anger him by making too much,” Yang Fuyin said, regretting having reminded Qing that, in addition to making clothes for the dolls of the Sect Leader, he could also sew for the Sect Leader himself.
“Why would he be angry?” Qing couldn’t understand. “I asked him, and he said I could make as much as I wanted.”
Yang Fuyin was momentarily stunned and didn’t know how to explain. He then requested ten days off, claiming he needed to go to Taiyi Peak to conduct a talisman seal experiment. Qing, of course, agreed.
***
When Ji Yunlai came out of his heavenly deducing, he found that in addition to his outer robes, his wardrobe now contained nearly a hundred new undergarments. Each one had various styles and colors, and the defensive seals on them were all painstakingly sewn by hand, with great care and top-quality materials.
They even came in matching pairs.
But this didn’t make him happy, especially when Qing, beaming with satisfaction, informed him that he had personally tested each piece to ensure they were all very comfortable...