Chapter 534: Advising the Priest to Cultivate Diligently |
Publish Time: 2026-06-29 06:32:00
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Daoist Priest Wuwei looked over. That young lady and the Green-Robed Gentleman beside her were also watching him, seemingly waiting for him.
Seeing this, he gripped the sword at his waist even tighter, his thoughts growing heavier.
When the Daoist Priest reached him,
Chen Changsheng cupped his hands. “I pay my respects to Priest.”
Daoist Priest Wuwei returned the gesture and said, “Young man, did you know I was coming? Is that why you were waiting here?”
Daoist Priest Wuwei thought ‘as expected’ and said, “If so, you must be no ordinary person?”
“One could say that,” Chen Changsheng answered. “The Priest must be here for my cat?”
Daoist Priest Wuwei’s gaze shifted to the cat demon on the young lady’s shoulder. He frowned. “Correct.”
The Tabby Cat shrank back behind Ruyi’s neck, frightened by his stare.
Ruyi gently stroked it. “Don’t be scared. It’s fine…”
Chen Changsheng took a step forward. Seeing the priest’s hand resting on the sword at his waist, he said, “My cat is no evil demon. Why be so stern? It’s timid and easily frightened.”
Daoist Wuwei swept his eyes over Chen Changsheng. “A demon is a demon! There is no distinction of good or evil!”
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng understood.
It seemed this Priest was terribly stubborn.
Upon hearing his words, Ruyi started to speak. “Isn’t that view of yours overly prejudiced, Priest?”
Daoist Wuwei looked at her. “Trusting demons so easily, miss—aren’t you afraid you’ll one day be devoured by it and regret it?”
Ruyi lifted her chin. “No need for your concern.”
Daoist Wuwei gave a soft snort and turned back to the man in blue. “According to you, this cat demon was raised to this state by you?”
Chen Changsheng’s expression remained calm. “What if it was? What if it wasn’t?”
Daoist Wuwei declared, “If not, leniency might be granted. If so, you bear responsibility.”
Chen Changsheng chuckled. “Your words are sharp and aggressive. Shouldn’t one devoted to cultivation behave differently? The Daoist Arts of Non-Interference—your Daoist name ‘Wuwei (Non-Interference)’ hardly seems fitting.”
Daoist Wuwei replied calmly, “No need for explanations, young man. Regardless, today you and this cat will accompany me.”
“What if I refuse to go?”
“You have no choice.”
A flash of golden light flickered in Daoist Wuwei’s eyes.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand, intercepting the priest’s divine ability. It vanished into his palm, crushed to nothingness.
Daoist Wuwei’s expression changed. A muffled grunt escaped him as he stumbled back several steps.
His Daoist sleeve trembled, and three Paper Dolls drifted down.
Chen Changsheng lifted a hand, gently pulling Ruyi and Lihua behind him.
“To be honest, Priest, in all these years, I’ve rarely met a cultivator as brash as you.”
“I quite admire your spirit.”
Daoist Wuwei flicked his sleeve. “Enough talk!”
In an instant, the three Paper Dolls grew fangs and sharp claws, lunging to tear at Chen Changsheng.
But what the dolls transformed into remained invisible to Ruyi standing behind Chen Changsheng.
Without opening the Dharma Eye, one couldn’t see such things.
Peeking out from behind Ruyi, Lihua whispered, “That priest is finished…”
“Huh?” Ruyi blinked, turning her head. “Is… is Uncle Chen very strong?”
The Tabby Cat thought for a moment. “If that priest were one Candied Hawthorn… that Good Human Chen would be… would be… dozens, maybe hundreds…”
“He’s that strong?”
“I haven’t finished.”
“Huh?”
“Dozens, hundreds of Candied Hawthorn sellers.”
“!”
Ruyi froze in place.
A strange wind seemed to brush past.
When she snapped back to attention, she vaguely glimpsed something burning.
Three blazing pieces of paper turned to ash on the ground.
Seeing his Paper Dolls destroyed, Daoist Wuwei couldn’t help but frown.
This man… was extraordinary.
He moved to draw his sword but froze abruptly, horrified to discover he could no longer move. His magical power throughout his body had also completely petrified, untouchable.
Daoist Wuwei lifted his head in astonishment. “What kind of divine ability is this?”
Chen Changsheng spoke calmly. “I once shared some acquaintance with Zhixuan Master. Consider this a minor reprimand. I advise you to return home and cultivate sincerely. With just a little understanding of ‘Non-Interference,’ your spell will naturally lift.”
Then Chen Changsheng raised two fingers to his lips and softly uttered: “Silenscio.”
“…”
Daoist Wuwei opened his mouth but found no sound emerged.
Panic flashed in his eyes.
He strained silently, utterly voiceless and paralyzed.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand in a summoning gesture. “Please return home, Priest.”
A light breeze brushed Daoist Wuwei’s face.
Instantly, Daoist Wuwei’s eyes went vacant. He turned and left, walking like a wandering soul.
This Priest had arrived sword in hand, yet departed without even drawing it.
Chen Changsheng gave his sleeve a shake and looked back at Ruyi.
“Let’s go. We need to offer incense to Dragon Lord.”
Ruyi snapped out of her daze. “What… what happened just now?”
She hadn’t understood anything.
Chen Changsheng smiled. “Nothing happened.”
Lihua seemed to guess something. “Can that priest ever speak again?”
Chen Changsheng shook his head. “Not eternally muted. But to speak again… he’ll need at least three to five years.”
“Three to five years!” Ruyi gaped. She opened her mouth again. “Isn’t… isn’t that too harsh?”
Chen Changsheng shook his head. “Daoist Priest Wuwei’s mind lacked calm. He needs a period of quiet contemplation. Besides, as a cultivator, three or five years… isn’t actually long.”
Ruyi pondered this briefly, then shook her head. “I don’t really understand…”
She couldn’t grasp the world of cultivators. Finding it bewildering was natural.
“Only three to five years…” Lihua blinked. “You’re too kind.”
If it were Mo Yu, even if she spared the priest’s life, she’d have silenced him for ten or twenty years at least—and that was merciful.
Chen Changsheng smiled. “I had some ties with his elders. It was just a small punishment. Not everything requires taking lives to find resolution.”
Ruyi paused, still struggling to reconcile it.
Three to five years—was that truly short?
To her, it felt incredibly long.
But to Uncle Chen…
Perhaps it was but a brief moment.
Ruyi fell silent. She glanced at Uncle Chen, wanting to say something, but in the end, no question formed.
She suddenly realized an uncrossable chasm lay between her and Uncle Chen—one of time, of years too vast for her to bridge.
Chen Changsheng turned to look at her. “What’s wrong?”
Ruyi snapped back to the present, offering a not-quite-forced smile.
“It’s nothing.”
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