TN: Unedited. But at least this is ⤠chapter. ^_^
He immediately turned around: âShizun, are there any other orders?â
Shen Qingqiu said: âThe rooms are over there. Why are you walking in the opposite direction?â
Whether itâs the disciplesâ dormitory or the woodshed, the exit is to the left. However, Luo Binghe went straight to the right.
Luo Binghe said: âThis disciple wants to go to the kitchens and prepare for Shizunâs breakfast tomorrow.â
Shen Qingqiu felt a bit difficult.
He really wanted to eat the breakfast that Luo Binghe made, but letting a child stay up through most of the night without sleeping to make food for him was like Cinderella with her stepmother...... however it was put, it wasnât humane.
In the end, conscience prevailed over appetite. He coughed once: âNonsense. What do you mean by making a meal in the middle of the night? Go back and sleep.â [1]
Luo Binghe knew that he was worried that he wouldnât rest well. He smiled, but didnât plan to sleep. He was prepared to turn back and secretly go to the kitchens to ponder.
Shen Qingqiu originally wanted to ask him whether he was still sleeping in the woodshed. Young people have some pride and self-respect, so asking directly wouldnât sound good. On the other hand, even if Luo Binghe was allowed to sleep in the disciplesâ dormitory, he would only be excluded by the others under Ming Fanâs command. He felt he was strangely pitiful.
Shen Qingqiu thought for a moment, then said: âTomorrow, gather your things and come over here.â
Luo Binghe didnât understand what he meant: â? Shizun?â
Shen Qingqiu said: âOutside my bamboo house is a room to the side. Starting from tomorrow, move over there to live.â
If he lived a bit closer, making breakfast for him and cleaning the rooms would be more convenient...... Shen Qingqiu felt that his own self-adjustment ability broke through the skies a bit. Earlier he faced Luo Binghe with serious trauma, but now he even dared to secretly rub his hands and plot to let the protagonist readily carry tea and serve water for him. Is it really fine like this?!
His imagination went wild in these flights of fancy and he didnât notice the other personâs reaction. Suddenly, Luo Binghe leapt over and firmly hugged him.
Caught off guard, Shen Qingqiu was first shocked, then his old face turned red.
In the years left to him, he was finally given a bear hug and the result wasnât a warm and fragrant jade-like sister but a young teenager with an overbearing aura, ahhh â
Luo Binghe was ecstatic, his arms wrapped around his neck and refused to let go, continuously calling by his ear: âShifu! Shifu!â
Shen Qingqiu held up his hand and didnât where to put it. Tangled for a while, he laid it on Luo Bingheâs head and rubbed his hair: âAll right. Arenât you embarrassed, youâve already become so big and arenât a ten-year-old child anymore, what kind of appearance is this?â [2]
Originally, Luo Binghe wasnât very aware. But after he said things like this, he was suddenly embarrassed. If he hadnât been so happy and excited, how would he dare to be like this to the usually high and unattainable Shizun? Quickly but reluctantly, he peeled himself off from Shen Qingqiuâs body, his face completely red: âYes, this disciple went beyond himself.â
Towards the matter of seeking to be hugged, a child under ten years old doing this kind of thing would be considered adorable. For the fifteen-year-old Luo Binghe to do this...... it was still adorable!
A small handsome boy with a face as tender as a still-growing stalk of young green onion, he would be adorable no matter what he did!
Luo Binghe was nervous and flustered for a while but suddenly realized that the color of Shen Qingqiuâs face wasnât very good.
Even for an immortal body, having old injuries and strong poison present, followed by his involvement in the Dream Demonâs dream because of him, not resting well, and holding on despite being unable to, it was natural for Shen Qingqiuâs appearance to be somewhat wan and pallid. Luo Binghe didnât dare to tarry Shen Qingqiuâs rest any longer and withdrew. He still didnât return to the woodshed and specially went around to the kitchens.
He made up his mind: For a long time, he must pay great attention to Shizunâs recovery through nutritional meals!
Luo Binghe had just stepped out from the room when the system sounded a notice.
ãProtagonistâs Coolness level +50! ã
Shen Qingqiu was baffled.
How come another 50 was added? Is the system delayed? Or did the system suddenly discover mercy and feel that it gave me too little earlier?
Forget it, he was too sleepy and deprived of strength to consider the reason why points were added. Anyway, itâs impossible that getting a hug caused this old man to be given more points, hahahahahaha......
The next day, Shen Qingqiu hadnât fully slept until he woke up naturally when he was woken up by the light and delicious smell of fish and rice intermingling. Outside the bamboo house, Luo Binghe had already prepared the food. That fragrance wafted endlessly and drifted over to the Qing Jing Peak disciples who had only eaten plain meals, spying on the other side.
Ming Fan and the others were so angry that they were spying while biting the hems of their robes, especially when they saw Shen Qingqiu sitting to the left and lovingly praising Luo Bingheâs heartfelt handiwork, both of them smiling and their relations joyous and harmonious. Their aggrieved feelings reached the highest point.
Too shameless! So it was through these strange, despicable, and heretically clever schemes that he attracted Shizunâshappiness!
And after waiting till dusk, they saw Luo Binghe move to the shed outside Shen Qingqiuâs bamboo house. It struck like lightning from clear skies, striking the Qing Jing Peak disciples whoâd grown used to bullying Luo Binghe into a field of corpses.
It was called âmoving,â but only Luo Binghe the person actually moved over. Because he had nothing much to begin with.
Pillow? Bundling up the straw in the woodshed made for a pillow. Blanket? The outer robe he took off was enough to cover him...... and these things, Shen Qingqiu would naturally prepare for him.
Shen Qingqiu always felt that Luo Bingheâs life was filled with too much suffering, all of it a history of child abuse. Cang Qiong Mountain, whether good or bad, was also a large cultivation sect and wouldnât be so blackhearted or lacking in resources to that degree.
That night was the first time in Luo Bingheâs life lying on a regular bed.
In the past, he had slept in a wood basin floating in the icy river, slept on the damp and cold ground, the loud and noisy streets, and even lain down in a mountain cave in a move of eating the wind and sleeping in the dew. [3] Right now, lying down in a soft and neat and large bed, his body felt buoyant all over and it felt unreal.
Especially when he thought of Shen Qingqiu sleeping just beyond a single wall.
The entire night, it could be that he thought too much. The Dream Demon did not appear in his dream.
Luo Bingheâs expression didnât change. He patiently sat and waited. After a few days passed, the Dream Demon appeared again.
This time, the Dream Demon didnât bother with whatever mysterious dream enchantment or concealment. He directly appeared in Luo Bingheâs dream......although he was in the form of a mass of black mist.
In front of Luo Bingheâs eyes, this mass of black mist gathered together, changing, and that old manâs voice came from inside: âBrat, how did you decide after these three days?â
Luo Binghe asked back: âHow Iâve decided, can Elder Dream Demon not know?â
The Dream Demon laughed hei hei: âYouâve decided on something you definitely wonât regret. Brat, remember this day well. Today is the beginning of your meteoric rise!â
That young teenager didnât have the dream of a meteoric rise. No matter how happily he said it, Luo Binghe wasnât moved and only cupped his fist ceremonially and said: âThis younger generation has one more request.â
âWhat else is there, itâs all been discussed! Quickly finish talking so you can pledge me as master.â The Dream Demon was still urging, but didnât know that what he imagined was too beautiful......
Luo Binghe said: âWhat this younger generation requests is indeed regarding the matter of a master. Shizunâs grace to me is heavy as a mountain. I truly cannot disrespect his discipline and acknowledge someone else as a master......â
He hadnât finished when the Dream Demon immediately spoke, driven beyond the limits of endurance: âFine, fine, fine! This old man doesnât want the discipleâs title, will that do?!â
Was there a high and mighty expert who had made more of a loss than him? Going forward to teach someone his own techniques and even letting that person not even call him shifu once. It was just as tragic as not being able to get the daughter-in-law whoâd crossed the family threshold! [4]
Luo Binghe was satisfied: âThen many thanks to this Elder.â
He wasnât in the least willing to call anyone other than Shen Qingqiu his shifu.
The Dream Demon saw his appearance: if he still had his body, he would have been so furious his nose turned crooked.
This Luo Binghe; in front of his Shizun, he was well-behaved and obedient, even more like a small white flower. How come in front of other people, he became so difficult to deal with! Completely two different impressions, just like becoming a different person!
Really going to anger this old man to death!
Time flew like an arrow, the sun and moon shuttling back and forth.
......Shen Qingqiu truly didnât want to use such a terrible and widely known common saying, but other than these words, he really couldnât find a more suitable phrase.
Every day at Qing Jing Peak, he played the qin, read books, wrote calligraphy, painted paintings, practiced martial arts, was picky about Luo Binghe not making a meal delicious enough, and even more occasionally bickered with Liu Qingge. Whether he went to Yue Qingyuanâs place to report for work, the days flew by and were very much in line with his life goal to âwhile away life and wait for death.â
Until the time came for the Immortal Alliance Conference.
This day finally came. His days were too leisurely to the point that Shen Qingqiu almost forgot this first great climax in the novel.
Left hanging as Luo Binghe climbed to the apex of life, married (countless) white beauties, also the first step towards the unremovable blackening...... he was actually able to forget it!
Therefore, upon receiving the bronze invitation, Shen Qingqiu was startled for a good while.
The Immortal Alliance Conference was the first climax and resolution in âProud Immortal Demon Way.â At the same time, it was also a turning point in the book.
For four years, the Immortal Alliance Conference was a rookie selection offering great opportunities for fame and fortune. The form differed every year according to the major sect headsâ discussions, but there would definitely be a gold list.
Regardless of originating from which sect or from the Jianghu [5], as long as you performed well in the Conference, your name would be on the gold list and made famous throughout the world.
Previously, âProud Immortal Demon Wayâ didnât have a warm or hot reception. But with the Immortal Alliance Conference installment, the bookâs reviews and subscriptions increased greatly, immediately soaring!
The reason for the rise didnât just start from here. Great God Airplane Towards the Sky abandoned what original moral integrity he had left and sent up like a surging tide to readers a steel-wrought protagonist and sisters as graceful as water, great segments of presentable writing and all kinds of descriptions that let your face turn red in excitement, and also one important reason. It was also the important reason why Shen Qingqiu stuck through reading to the end.
That was the confusing setting!
Great God Airplane Towards the Sky, as a person who hadnât even researched how to set up a cultivation world properly and who frequently couldnât even get the Qi Refining or Nascent Soul periods straight, truly didnât get a tsukkomi from most people for this because that wasnât his novelâs selling point.
âProud Immortal Demon Wayâ was a book that could be called a âcultivationâ novel, but would be better called a âsupernaturalâ novel. Most of the supernatural contents completely steamrolled over the âcultivationâ parts. As a cultivation text, it is a model novel to the letter, but it was also quite interesting as a supernatural novel.
That is to say, very soon, Shen Qingqiu would have to face all the different kinds of extremely fierce and cruel supernatural creatures described in the book.
More importantly, very soon, it would be time for him to personally handle the Luo Binghe who revealed his demonic heritage and cruelly strike him down into the Endless Abyss.
The wheel of fate (plot) had already started to slowly turn......
âEnd Chapter 20â
[1] Making a meal in the middle of the night...: I translated san geng (ä¸æ´) as âmiddle of the night,â but itâs an old phrasing for referring to the time between 11:00 PM and 1:00 AM. Before the invention of electric lights, people generally went to sleep at sundown and rose at sunrise... meaning 5:00-6:00 AM. Luo Binghe wouldnât be getting much sleep (if he even got any) by staying up to prepare food.
[2] âAll right. Arenât you embarrassed...â: I canât translate all the Chinese implications well to English, but Shen Qingqiuâs tone is actually very warm to Luo Binghe despite the meaning. Itâs the sort of thing youâd expect your parents to say to you when theyâre scolding you but being very fluffy about it. Itâs like: âLook at you, youâre so big already but youâre still clinging onto me like this, how do you think this looks?â
[3] Eating the wind and sleeping in the dew: A saying meaning to âendure the hardships of an arduous journey.â Or basically someone who just went through a lot of suffering.
[4] Daughter-in-law whoâd entered the family gate...: Not sure if I translated this quite right. Original sentence is: ç°¡ç´åé²äºééå¾ä¸å°ååçå°åª³å©¦ä¸æ¨£æ ï¼
[5] Jianghu: Literally ârivers and lakes,â but refers to the martial arts world. Note that there is a difference between the cultivation world (with immortals and such) and the martial arts world. Cultivators are considered an entire cut above regular martial artists and often look down on regular Jianghu people.