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Chapter 363
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    Shubh
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    Chapter 363

    Feng Ling flew through the sky, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. Her cheeks were flushed, and every so often she couldn't help but laugh to herself.

    Suddenly, she turned toward Su Hao.

    "Feng Wei, how does it feel to fly through the sky for the first time? Isn't it incredibly exciting? Hahaha!"

    Su Hao let Feng Ling carry him leisurely through the air without the slightest change in expression.

    "Yes. Very exciting indeed."

    Feng Ling was far too immersed in her own excitement to notice how perfunctory his reply was.

    After a while, Su Hao asked,

    "Master, where are you taking me?"

    Feng Ling replied,

    "We're going to see your Martial Uncle Feng Yan. He's spent many years studying Formation Arts and is one of the foremost formation masters in Yunzhong Wangyue Valley. He's currently maintaining the sect's Eight-Ring Protective Mist Formation. It's the perfect opportunity to borrow some formation manuals from him."

    Su Hao nodded.

    "I understand."

    After a brief pause, he added,

    "But... Master, are you sure we're going the right way?"

    His radar had already detected several cultivators stationed around the edge of the sect.

    None of them were in the direction Feng Ling was currently flying.

    Feng Ling blinked.

    "...Huh?"

    Only then did she look around.

    "...Haha!"

    "You're right!"

    "This route... is actually a little easier to fly."

    She laughed awkwardly before immediately changing direction and heading southwest instead.

    ...

    About fifteen minutes later, the two arrived before an endless sea of white mist.

    Feng Ling sweetly called out,

    "Martial Uncle Feng Yan~ Little Feng Ling has come to see you!"

    A gentle yet unexpectedly feminine voice drifted out from within the mist.

    "I'm busy. Hurry up and leave. Don't disturb me."

    Su Hao was slightly surprised.

    He had imagined Martial Uncle Feng Yan to be an elderly immortal with flowing white hair and beard.

    Instead...

    Feng Ling suddenly produced something from behind her back and excitedly waved it toward the mist.

    "Martial Uncle Feng Yan, look what I brought for you!"

    Su Hao glanced over.

    It was an exquisitely crafted chibi fairy doll.

    "..."

    The aesthetic tastes of cultivators really were... unique.

    The mist parted.

    A white-robed cultivator stepped out.

    He had a slender figure, a delicate waist, and skin as fair as moonlight. His handsome face carried a gentle smile, and his eyes curved into graceful crescents.

    The most eye-catching feature, however, was his exceptionally full chest, which bounced noticeably with every step.

    Su Hao couldn't help raising an eyebrow.

    "So this is Martial Uncle Feng Yan?"

    "He looks about the same age as my sister."

    Like a gust of wind, Feng Yan rushed over, hugged Feng Ling, and immediately snatched the fairy doll from her hands.

    He happily rubbed it against his cheek.

    "So cute!"

    "This is one of Master Mei Yi's fairy dolls!"

    "Little Feng Ling, you're wonderful!"

    "You actually managed to get one for me!"

    Feng Ling proudly puffed out her chest.

    "I specially got it for you before leaving the mountain."

    "I waited a full five days before finally getting one!"

    Only then did Feng Yan notice Su Hao.

    He pointed at him.

    "And who's this little doll?"

    Su Hao's eyelid twitched.

    Calling him a doll...

    That description really wasn't appropriate.

    Feng Ling quickly introduced him.

    "Martial Uncle, this is my disciple, Feng Wei."

    "Don't let the shaved head fool you. He's a genuine genius."

    She then looked toward Su Hao.

    "Feng Wei, greet your Martial Uncle."

    Su Hao smiled politely.

    "Greetings, Martial Uncle Feng Yan."

    Feng Yan carefully looked him up and down before smiling.

    "This little genius is quite handsome."

    Then he casually turned back toward the mist.

    "Well, I've seen him."

    "I should head back now."

    "I'm rather busy."

    He had barely taken two steps before Feng Ling grabbed his sleeve.

    "Martial Uncle~~"

    "Stay and chat with me a little longer!"

    "It's been so long since we last met!"

    Feng Yan sighed helplessly.

    "Enough."

    "If you've come hoping I'll teach your disciple, then forget it."

    Feng Ling immediately shook her head.

    "Of course not."

    "I wouldn't trouble you over something so small."

    "My disciple is interested in Formation Arts, so I brought him here hoping you could lend him a few formation manuals."

    Feng Yan glanced toward Su Hao and chuckled.

    "He hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, yet he already wants to learn formations?"

    "Little Feng Ling..."

    "Take him back."

    "Tell him to cultivate properly first."

    "Besides, aren't there introductory formation books in the sect library?"

    "Just let him borrow a few from there."

    Feng Ling secretly glanced at Su Hao.

    Seeing that he didn't object, she immediately wrapped both arms around Feng Yan's arm and began swaying it.

    "Martial Uncle~~"

    "I already spent all my contribution points while breaking through to the Maintaining Guard stage."

    "And those books in the library are rubbish."

    "They're nowhere near as good as yours."

    "Please..."

    "Just lend him a few books."

    Feng Yan originally had no interest in indulging this "overambitious" youngster.

    But after being pestered relentlessly by Feng Ling, he finally sighed.

    "...Fine."

    "Let him pick a few."

    Feng Ling's eyes immediately lit up.

    "Thank you, Martial Uncle Feng Yan!"

    Feng Yan casually formed several hand seals.

    The surrounding mist rolled aside, revealing a narrow passage.

    Breaking free from Feng Ling's embrace, he walked inside first.

    Feng Ling and Su Hao followed behind.

    ...

    After passing through the mist for some distance, the scenery suddenly opened up.

    Hidden within the mist was an entire secluded valley.

    Rolling grassy hills stretched into the distance.

    Wildflowers bloomed everywhere.

    Wisps of mist drifted lazily through the valley, making it look like an immortal paradise.

    "So there's actually a hidden world inside the mist."

    Su Hao quietly observed his surroundings.

    The entire valley was enclosed by mist like an enormous bubble.

    Turning another corner, an exquisite tower built against the mountainside appeared before him.

    Flowering vines climbed along its walls.

    It looked exactly like the fairy-tale castle every little girl dreamed of.

    When Su Hao glanced toward Feng Ling...

    He found her staring fixedly at Feng Yan's residence.

    Her eyes sparkled.

    She looked as though she might start drooling at any moment.

    Meanwhile, Feng Yan proudly lifted his chin, wearing the expression of someone whose immortal abode was unquestionably the finest in the world.

    Su Hao couldn't help thinking,

    "Can cultivators like these really reach the end of the cultivation path?"

    "They all seem far too leisurely..."

    Still carrying the fairy doll, Feng Yan carefully placed it onto a tiny swing beside a window before entering the residence together with Feng Ling.

    Naturally, Su Hao followed behind.

    Only to be stopped immediately.

    "You wait outside."

    Su Hao silently took a few steps back.

    "If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have bothered coming."

    "Master could've simply borrowed the books herself."

    ...

    After waiting for quite a while—long enough that Su Hao was beginning to lose patience—

    Rows upon rows of bookshelves suddenly flew out from inside the residence before landing neatly in front of him.

    Every shelf was filled from top to bottom with books.

    Feng Yan walked out behind them with a faint smile.

    "Since Little Feng Ling brought me such a wonderful gift..."

    "I'll give you one hour."

    "You may borrow ten books."

    "Return them within one month."

    "Understood?"

    Su Hao's eyes widened slightly.

    "One hour... to choose?"

    Feng Yan smiled.

    "What?"

    "Not enough time?"

    Su Hao shook his head.

    "No."

    "It's more than enough."

    Before he could move, Feng Ling hurriedly interrupted.

    "Martial Uncle!"

    "If you let him choose by himself, how will he know which books are suitable?"

    "I'll help him pick ten books!"

    Su Hao immediately waved both hands.

    "There's no need, Master."

    "I can choose them myself."

    "I won't trouble Martial Uncle."

    "Please wait a moment."

    "I'll be finished very quickly."

    Without another word, Su Hao walked straight to the first bookshelf.

    He picked up the very first book.

    Rapidly flipped through every page.

    Returned it to its original place.

    Picked up the second book.

    Flipped through it just as quickly.

    Then the third.

    The fourth.

    The fifth...

    Feng Yan and Feng Ling exchanged puzzled glances.

    "...?"

    "This kid..."

    "Is he actually planning to search through all of them himself?"

    "If he'd simply asked me, I could've picked the most suitable beginner books for him."

    "What a stubborn child."

    Feng Yan had long ago learned one important lesson.

    There was a world of difference between someone asking for his help and him offering help of his own accord.

    So he had deliberately brought out an entire mountain of books.

    His intention was simple.

    Let the youngster experience how difficult it was.

    Eventually, he would realize it was impossible and voluntarily ask for guidance.

    Now Feng Yan found himself hesitating.

    Should he go over and help him choose...

    Or simply let him struggle on his own?

    If Su Hao knew what Feng Yan was thinking, he would probably have only one response.

    "Please... don't help me."
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    Zambo_Yagami
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    “We’re going to see your martial uncle, Daoist Feng Yan. He has excelled in ‘Formation Arts’ for many years and is highly skilled in that field. He’s currently maintaining the Eight Rings Protection Mist Array for the sect. It’s perfect to ask him for some formation diagrams!”

    Unexpectedly, a white-robed female cultivator emerges from the mist. With a slender figure, delicate waist, and a face and neck as fair as silver moonlight, ‘she’ smiles gently with eyes forming elegant curves.

    Upon reading these things my genuine irl reaction was to smile a big wide grin, mutter "It's a Femboy..." and chuckle darkly at the implications -3-
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    YoungDaoistAntabax
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    He? treat
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    Yeetuscurreetus
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    Trash translation, both of the masters are girls, the “he” in this chap is incorrect in many places. You can spot the mistakes yourself by paying attention to context.
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      Zambo_Yagami
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      But what about the part where they call him uncle? And the mc was also confused as to why this "uncle" looks like a female. Aint no way that's translation error pluh~
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        Yeetuscurreetus
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        They call him Uncle as a type of respectful address. The fact that he looks female is probably what is tripping up chatgpt.
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