Translated by Rikko of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Apart from getting drunk after three drinks, ZhongYan had the problem of losing any memories he had when drunk. The present ZhongYan, who woke up in his bed with a splitting headache from the hangover, was an excellent example of that.
Memories of him clinging tightly onto Gu XuanYan’s sleeves and audaciously laying on his lap were wholly wiped off from his mind, let alone any remembrance of how he managed to return to his room. As he spent quite a bit of time attempting to recollect his memories while lying on his bed to no avail, he gave up struggling.
After regulating his breath for a while, he went out to look for Qing You.
Qing You seemingly had converted his quarters into an apothecary shop. ZhongYan circled the entire courtyard, arriving at QingYou’s place by following the scent of medicine. In the backyard was QingYou, who was keeping watch on his medicine pots while fanning the fire.
ZhongYan approached him, “Is Junior QingYou boiling medicine again?”
QingYou shot a glance at him, “This is prepared for you and Junior Gu.”
After letting out a dry cough and giving QingYou a simple compliment for the good work done, ZhongYan was mindful of his wordings as he asked, “Being a practitioner of medicine for years, has Junior Brother heard of blood oath?”
QingYou stopped his hands from fanning as he wrinkled his brows, “Why does Senior Brother mention this all of a sudden?”
The past ZhongYan would probably spill the beans instantly. However, since Green Summit’s current attitude towards him was ambiguous, he didn’t wish to implicate QingYou in the matter.
Furthermore, no way would he dare to divulge the complicated relationship he had with Cang Luan and Gu XuanYan, so he could only mumble, “I was just curious.”
“Blood oath is a method specifically used by demonic cultivators to form a blood contract. Blood from the heart of the demonic cultivator will be given to the contracted for it to take effect. The contracted, also known as their blood servant, will need to drink their blood every month in order to survive.”
QingYou tightly knitted his brows, seemingly adverse to continue. “Demonic cultivators utilise blood oaths to confine their blood servants and force them to do their bidding, so it is the most ruthless form of pacts. What makes Senior Brother ask this out of nowhere?”
“I came across it when I’m reading, so I got curious.” ZhongYan continued with his question, “If one gets contracted, how should they break the oath?”
QingYou appeared to have bought into his lies as he heaved a sigh of relief, “Ways to break a blood oath… There’s two. One, get the demonic cultivator to break the oath on their own.”
Unless Cang Luan got senile, no way would he break the blood oath on his own. Holding no hope from the first answer, ZhongYan asked, “What about the second?”
QingYou hesitated for a while before continuing, “Actually, it can’t be considered as another way of breaking a blood oath. If a demonic cultivator with a higher cultivation base than the previous demonic cultivator forms another blood oath with the blood servant, the former blood oath will naturally be nullified. But is this even another way to break a blood oath? It’s merely finding a substitute.”
Not only had Cang Luan lived for thousands of years, but he was also the ruler of the entire northern wilderness. The number of demonic cultivators stronger than him was a definite zero.
Realising the latter path was utterly sealed shut for him, ZhongYan went silent for a moment before asking yet again, still unwilling to give up, “Is there any other alternative?”
QingYou’s answer was resolute, “No.”
As further probing would arouse QingYou’s suspicion, ZhongYan feigned a relaxed look, “It’s never too old to learn; thank you for clearing up my question, Junior Brother.”
Just before leaving, ZhongYan took a moment to ponder and turned back to QingYou, “if Gu XuanYan asks Junior Brother anything about blood oath, just reply him with ‘no idea.’”
While heading back, ZhongYan commented to the system, [I think I’ve just been given a death sentence, which will happen one month later.] Since the system didn’t respond, ZhongYan continued, [Never do I expect to die at the hands of Cang Luan instead of Gu XuanYan’s sword.] Disdain blanketed his face right after, [I rather die at the hands of Gu XuanYan than that old pervert.]
The system finally replied, [Don’t worry, Gu XuanYan will never get you killed.]
ZhongYan froze, [Why?]
The system gave a faint, indistinct answer, [I always thought the genre of the story I’m under is cultivation, but only after last night did I realise it’s actually romance.]
Last night? ZhongYan narrowed his eyes in doubt, “What did I do after I got drunk last night?”
Yet again, the system stopped responding, only letting out a beep slowly after ZhongYan’s constant urging, [Leaking of anything related to the plot is not allowed.]
ZhongYan was stumped for words. Can I just lodge a complaint?
Without any choice left, ZhongYan tried his utmost to recall his memories of that night for a long while, but still drew a blank. Thus, his legs set out towards a different direction to find Gu XuanYan.
Well-matched to Gu XuanYan’s usual mannerisms, Gu XuanYan’s place was exceedingly simple and plain. Just as ZhongYan was about to knock on the door, Gu XuanYan was walking out.
Gu XuanYan appeared to be unsurprised by ZhongYan’s arrival as he closed his door, “What brings Senior Brother here?”
ZhongYan poked his head out, looking behind Gu XuanYan, “Can’t we chat inside?”
After a momentary stun, Gu XuanYan asked in a low voice, “Senior Brother wants to get inside my room?”
… Somehow, ZhongYan found Gu XuanYan’s tone to be rather suggestive. He ended up taking a step back, answering drily, “Never mind; here is fine too.”
To ZhongYan’s surprise, Gu XuanYan chuckled after ZhongYan finished hemming and hawing about his reason for the visit, “Doesn’t Senior Brother remember?”
Seeing the bewilderment on ZhongYan’s face, Gu XuanYan leaned on the door, looking as if he was on the spot, “Last night, Senior Brother got drunk, clinging tightly on my sleeves saying…”
Gu XuanYan’s peculiar expression frightened ZhongYan, who feared he had leaked out his mission. With his heart in his mouth, ZhongYan threw a hasty question, “What is it?”
Gu XuanYan blinked, “…That Senior Brother will definitely be my Dao partner for the rest of Senior Brother’s life.”
Fury ignited within the momentarily speechless ZhongYan, “Piss off!”
Knowing not to take the teasing too far, Gu XuanYan softened his voice, appeasing ZhongYan, “Senior Brother, I’m sorry. You dozed off right after getting drunk and said nothing.”
Just as ZhongYan heaved a sigh of relief, Gu XuanYan continued gently, “Senior Brother, my cultivation base has started to surge, a sign that I’ll be elevating to Lesser Vehicle stage soon. From tomorrow onwards, I’ll be in a closed-door training 1 for three days. Senior Brother, just stay obediently in your place during this time. Don’t go anywhere or stir up trouble.”
Although ZhongYan found Gu XuanYan’s childish pacifying tone to be awkward, he responded with a lighting quick nod, “Got it.”
He added a warning, “Be careful, don’t fall into Qi Deviation 2 during the training.”
Despite receiving a warning that didn’t sound well-intentioned, Gu XuanYan nodded with a smile in his eyes, “Senior Brother, let me send you back.”
Words failed ZhongYan briefly, “Do you have nothing better to do? Since you’re at your place right now, you’ll have to get back yet again if you send me back.”
ZhongYan seemingly waved his hands in annoyance before leaving. Only after seeing ZhongYan’s silhouette vanishing into the bottom of the road did Gu XuanYan wipe off the smile on his face and enter his room.
On his study desk was a book of ancient text. Every of the densely packed words that filled the entire opened page was records of demonic cultivators’ blood oath. Gu XuanYan picked up the book and recited an incantation. In a blink of an eye, the book floated in the air and burned into ashes, any traces of it completely disappeared instantly.
In the past, ZhongYan enjoyed strolling in the mountains. However, ever since Gu XuanYan’s closed-door training, he had rarely left his place, afraid to be caught up in any kind of incident. Even so, during the second-afternoon of Gu XuanYan’s closed-door training, a group of disciples waited by his door.
The disciples bowed, “Senior Qin, Sect Leader has invited you to the training grounds.
As ZhongYan followed behind them, he wished Gu XuanYan was there to witness how everything unfolded. It isn’t me getting into trouble, trouble is the one getting into me.
Unfortunately, Gu XuanYan was making a breakthrough in seclusion currently, utterly oblivious of the outside world. Second thoughts surfaced in ZhongYan’s mind. Perhaps the Sect Leader decided to get the matter done and over with right away just because Gu XuanYan was in seclusion.
After all, Gu XuanYan did look as though he would stick with ZhongYan through thick and thin when defending ZhongYan that day.
Located right in the middle of Green Summit, the wide, spacious training grounds was made out of white quartz. It was the spot for disciples to train their sword skills. Although it was currently noon break, quite a few disciples gathered by it.
In front of the training grounds were the Sect Leader and Sect Elders, who sat in the middle.
When ZhongYan entered the training grounds, Sect Leader Li XunJi took a step forward, his voice as resounding as a temple bell.
“Qin MingXi, there have been countless whispers circulating the sect these past few days regarding the rumors of you and the demonic sect. Following the Green Summit rules, never should a disciple suffer from any injustice nor should a traitor be allowed to walk among us scot-free. Today, a test will be taken in the eyes of everyone to clear things up right here.”
He surveyed the surroundings, continuing to holler after whispers from the crowd died down, “Bring in the Mist-like Sword.”
ZhongYan twitched his brows as he sighed at the system, “I guess I don’t have to wait for a month.”
The guardian weapon of Green Summit, Mist-like Sword consisted of seven swords. Each of the swords was tall, fine and needle sharp, yet as thin as mist. Despite its usual inconspicuous nature, it could detect demonic aura before flying towards the aura and piercing into its target’s body instantly. Obviously, no way would ZhongYan be a fool and let seven of the swords pierce him into a pincushion.
He decided to simply kneel, confessing in a clear voice, “Sect Leader, there is indeed demonic aura in this disciple.”
- Training in seclusion
- From https://immortalmountain.wordpress.com/glossary/wuxia-xianxia-xuanhuan-terms/ : A state wherein the cultivation base becomes dangerously unstable, causing internal damage to the body and symptoms of psychosis. People who succumb to their Internal Demons, who practice cultivation/martial arts incorrectly, or who rashly use forbidden arts are all at risk of falling into this state.