Book 2: Chapter 190: Who in the World Doesn’t Know “Nine” |
Vol 2 Chapter 190: Who in the World Doesn’t Know “Nine”
Seeing them looking his way, Zhenren Tongming nodded slightly, said nothing, and simply led the group toward the guest quarters prepared by Jiushan Sect.
Once they were some distance away, he glanced at the Seventh Young Master trotting eagerly toward Zheng Fa, then transmitted a message to the Qingmu Sect’s Sect Master: “That disciple—how’s his potential?”
The Nascent Soul Sect Master of Qingmu Sect paused, thought for a moment, and gave an honest evaluation: “Dual spiritual roots, not outstanding, but he does show some talent in the Way of Talismans.”
Zhenren Tongming said nothing after hearing that, as though pondering something.
It wasn’t until they reached the courtyard gates that he spoke again: “Dual spiritual roots—not bad. Pay more attention to him from now on.”
“Eh?”
The Qingmu Sect Master watched Zhenren Tongming walk into the courtyard with a frown, then turned to a nearby Nascent Soul cultivator and muttered:
“All our new Hundred Immortals Alliance disciples have dual roots—what’s so special about that?”
The Qingmu Sect Master blinked, recalling how Zhao Jingfan had his arm slung around Zheng Fa’s shoulders, and suddenly understood.
...
Zheng Fa strolled through Letu Island with the Seventh Young Master Zhao Jingfan and Yan Wushuang.
Neither of them had been to the Jiushan Realm before, so everything was fresh and novel.
Zheng Fa himself felt relaxed; ever since coming to the Jiushan Realm, the burdens of the entire Jiushan Sect had seemed to rest on his shoulders.
There hadn’t been many idle days.
They walked between the fields, the rice stalks swaying with the wind.
The village children seemed to be out of school today, running around in the distance, playing hide-and-seek. When they saw the three of them, they stared curiously and shyly.
Seventh Young Master Zhao Jingfan had clearly adjusted well. Not only was he not awkward about his change in status, he actually had his arm around Zheng Fa’s shoulder asking questions left and right, completely fascinated by everything on Letu Island.
Yan Wushuang, on the other hand, seemed rather distracted the whole time.
“I always knew, back in the day, you were like a frog—always bouncing around. Just never thought you’d bounce this high.”
Seventh Young Master suddenly sighed mid-sentence.
“……”
Zheng Fa was a little speechless.
Seriously, why did that sound more insulting the more he listened?
Yan Wushuang couldn’t help glancing at Zhao Jingfan either, chuckling in spite of herself. It seemed to snap her out of her daze, and she turned to Zheng Fa, saying, “Brother Zheng, I haven’t even congratulated you yet.”
Seeing the lingering gloom on her face, Zheng Fa asked with concern, “Brother Yan, just now... is something troubling you?”
Yan Wushuang gave a bitter smile: “Honestly, I can’t quite explain it...”
“Hmm?”
“Brother Zheng, to be frank... my Tianhe Sect is a righteous sect, one of the Five Great Sects of Xuanyi Realm...”
Yan Wushuang went on for a while, but seeing Zheng Fa and Zhao still looking puzzled, she finally clarified, “But the people under Tianhe’s rule—don’t live half as freely as those here on Letu Island...”
“……”
Yan Wushuang turned to Zheng Fa and spoke of what she had witnessed in recent days: “I’ve seen so many tragic scenes these past few days... but thinking back to what I saw before in the Tianhe Sect—it was actually quite bitter too.”
Zheng Fa nodded and looked toward the Seventh Young Master.
He was actually very lucky.
As a child, he had the benefit of nutrition from the modern world.
Later, thanks to his modern knowledge, he gained great importance within the Zhao Family.
But was life easy?
He always remembered—it wasn’t until he came to Jiushan Sect and started training in the Five Thunder Body Technique that he finally put on some flesh.
In the mortal world, his background was neither high nor low—
His father died young, sure, but as a Zhao Estate servant, life was still better than average.
One could imagine what it was like for those truly struggling.
Tianhe Sect was probably the same.
What surprised Zheng Fa was how deeply moved Yan Wushuang was by the lives of ordinary people...
The three of them moved quickly, and before long, they arrived at Zheng Fa’s own courtyard.
“Seventh Young Master!”
Inside, Zheng Shan was hunched over her homework, her face a picture of woe.
When she saw the Seventh Young Master, she tossed her pen and ran over happily.
Zheng’s mother also came out smiling to greet them, asking quickly, “Is Madam Zhao doing well?”
The Seventh Young Master patted Zheng Shan’s head and gave a few updates on Madam Zhao to Zheng’s mother.
Zheng Shan was clearly excited to see him and chattered away nonstop.
After a while, Zheng’s mother went into the kitchen, looking like she wanted to whip up something for the Seventh Young Master.
Zheng Shan pulled the Seventh Young Master over to the table and pointed at her homework, muttering softly while sneaking glances at Zheng Fa—half asking for help, half tattling.
The Seventh Young Master looked confident, crouching next to her at the desk to examine the problems.
Very soon, two troubled faces joined her at the table...
...
“This Zhao fellow seems to get along wonderfully with your family,” Yan Wushuang said with a touch of envy as she watched the heartfelt reunion.
“Friendships born in humble times are naturally different from the rest,” Zheng Fa said plainly.
Given his current status and position, it was genuinely hard to make friends like the Seventh Young Master anymore.
Take Yan Wushuang, for example—she had a good personality and had helped him quite a bit.
But it still couldn’t compare to the pure bond of the past.
“I’m planning to return to the Tianhe Sect,” Yan Wushuang said suddenly.
“What about the Wushuang Society?”
Zheng Fa turned to her. He knew Yan Wushuang had been deeply involved in the Wushuang Society recently.
And the Society was also a crucial network in the Jiushan Realm.
“That’s no issue. We’ve always worked through long-distance communication...” Yan Wushuang seemed to know what Zheng Fa was worried about and added, “And Elder Han will support me.”
Zheng Fa nodded. He looked at Yan Wushuang, sensing she had more to say.
“Actually, the reason Elder Han supports me—is because he thinks the Wushuang Society can help you.”
“Huh?”
Zheng Fa was slightly alarmed.
Wait... is this like, deep emotional devotion or something?
“He’s always believed—you’re the next Tianhe Ancestor...”
Yan Wushuang’s words gave Zheng Fa some clarity.
That Sunset Sword Immortal was indeed a fanatical worshipper of the Tianhe Ancestor.
“I’ve always... been a bit unconvinced,” Yan Wushuang added.
“Unconvinced?”
Yan Wushuang didn’t look at Zheng Fa. She was looking at the other courtyards in the village. “You have good aptitude, strong comprehension. Your future achievements will surely be remarkable—I’ve never doubted that.”
“But I’m the heir of Tianhe Sect...”
Zheng Fa nodded.
That’s on Tianhe Sect’s education.
“But when I look at them...” Yan Wushuang pointed toward that courtyard, toward the children there, and suddenly said, “I truly believe that if I became sect master, I couldn’t do as well as you.”
“Tianhe Sect, also couldn’t do as well as you.”
“Not even our Ancestor... might’ve done as well as you.”
“Brother Yan, you’re too kind.”
From the bottom of his heart, Zheng Fa really didn’t feel like he’d done anything extraordinary.
“Elder Han was right—you’re probably the way out of this calamity...”
Yan Wushuang shook her head, not caring what Zheng Fa tried to say.
“Uh...”
“The Jiushan Realm is still tucked away in a remote corner, cut off from information. If I return to Tianhe Sect, I can help you scout out more news from the Xuanyi Realm...”
Zheng Fa looked up at Yan Wushuang’s solemn expression.
Wait a second—you, the Tianhe Sect Master's daughter, a top-tier Immortal elite second-gen...
Why are you sounding like a self-motivated Jiushan diehard?
Just then, the silhouette of a skinny old man appeared in the distance. He was watching Yan Wushuang’s back, stroking his beard with a faint smile.
...Was Elder Han really that good at brainwashing?
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