Chapter 66 Part 2

The youth had lowered his head under the peach blossom tree, his ears turning red.

His affections ran so deep, yet he cultivated the Emotionless Dao.

Gu Changqing sighed, all his words boiling down to one question. “Is your Dao heart steady?”

Shen Yu grinned. “Guaranteed.”

The distance between Question Sword Peak and Taichu Main Peak was merely thirty li. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the main peak. Towering palaces and halls emerged from the clouds and mists, the gold foil on the Golden Summit gleaming under the sunlight, with green tiles and flying eaves.

On the plaza outside Glazed Hall, heads crowded. The two descended on their swords and landed on the high platform.

With their ethereal immortal grace and transcendent auras, they immediately stirred a commotion among the crowd the moment they appeared.

The little turnips waiting to apprentice all stretched their necks, hoping to catch an eye.

Shen Yu’s gaze swept lightly downward and immediately spotted Wen Liuhe in the crowd.

It was unmistakable—those brows were too similar. Though not yet fully matured, they already brimmed with striking heroism, sharp as spearpoints.

Moreover, the brat was still dangling from Wen Siyuan’s grip, limbs flailing and cursing nonstop. Impossible to miss.

Speaking of Wen Siyuan, Shen Yu didn’t actually dislike the man.

Though Wen Siyuan was Wei Yinghong’s Dao companion and indirectly the chief culprit behind her suicide, his deep affections concerned only her, unrelated to others.

But he was still familiar with that face.

Because his attention was there, Wen Liuhe’s curses rang especially clear.

Really noisy.

Shen Yu furrowed his brows. His distinct, jointed fingers danced, forming a Silence Curse that shot straight over, silencing the brat.

The platform held all the great powers, their vast divine senses unconsciously enveloping the entire plaza. The Taichu Sect accommodated a hundred schools, including immortal ancestors from the Wen Family.

Shen Yu’s action quickly drew everyone’s notice, and puzzled gazes turned toward him.

Gu Changqing looked at him too.

Shen Yu smiled and explained, “This kid and I get along. I’ll take him.”

Wen Liuhe had just been hit with the Silence Curse the previous second, eyes wide as he could only emit buzzing hums and whines. Before he could react, the next second, that white-robed immortal he’d spotted earlier swooped down.

The immortal’s robes fluttered like a blooming lotus as he landed before him.

The immortal lowered his thick, long lashes, his ink-black eyes sparkling with starlight amusement. Gentle gaze enveloped him completely.

Wen Liuhe stared blankly, unable to stop himself from blinking.

The immortal asked his cheap dad, “What Dao does he cultivate?”

Wow, his voice was so pleasant too, like a spring breeze brushing the face, bringing waves of warmth.

His cheap old dad replied, “Emotionless Dao.”

“Alright, I’ll take him.”

Their conversation completely disregarded his life or death. In just three simple sentences, they decided Wen Liuhe’s fate, without any intention of asking his opinion.

Wen Liuhe instantly realized that this immortal had a good-looking face and a pleasant voice, but he was unexpectedly the type who disregarded others’ wishes!

The man took him directly from his old dad’s hand by the collar, yanked him up, and flew into the sky on his sword.

Suddenly entering the high altitude, the biting cold wind blew in. Wen Liuhe’s little face stung from the wind, and he couldn’t even open his eyes.

Wen Liuhe had never suffered such grievance before. With his face reddened and stinking, he immediately spewed curses, but because of the Silence Curse cast on him, all that came out were muffled sounds.

“Woo woo woo—”

You’d better let this young master down—

“Woo woo woo woo—”

I’m going to kill you—

Shen Yu carried the boy away from Taichu Main Peak and soared into the daytime sky. He suddenly felt his mind sway. From the moment he saw Wen Liuhe’s face, his ruthless dao heart had shaken once again.

His ruthless dao heart had just formed not long ago. He had emerged from seclusion hastily before it stabilized, and a sweet, metallic taste of blood surged up his throat. He swallowed it back down.

His mind grew hazy, and he nearly fell off the Evil-Exorcising Sword. His fingers tightened urgently, grabbing Wen Liuhe’s collar to prevent the boy from plummeting.

With no time to check on Wen Liuhe, after returning to Question Sword Peak, Shen Yu tossed him straight to the sword-servant boy.

The boy set down the Celestial Dog in his arms. The white dog resembled a fox. It poked out its snowy white head and nudged Wen Liuhe, who had been thrown to the ground and was now sniffling and wailing nonstop.

Wen Liuhe grabbed its limbs without mercy at the nudge, bared his teeth, and viciously bit down on its neck, nearly tearing off a chunk of flesh. The Celestial Dog yelped with a miserable cry like Liuliu’s.

Wen Liuhe vented his anger on it. Hearing its wail, he felt much more refreshed.

The white-clad figure flashed like sword light into Long Spring Waterfall.

Before entering seclusion, Shen Yu always felt like he had forgotten something.

But he couldn’t remember, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

The massive cavern behind the waterfall brimmed with spiritual energy, making it an excellent blessed land. The cave was enveloped in pitch-black darkness, illuminated only by the flickering Merfolk Night Pearl. Cold water droplets trickled down the stone walls to the ground.

The roar of the waterfall drowned out all other sounds in silence.

Shen Yu closed his eyes. His long, curled lashes cast crescent-shaped shadows like crow feathers beneath his eyes. He settled into seclusion mode peacefully.

When he opened his eyes again, three months had passed.

He formed the Cleansing Incantation hand seal to cleanse the filth from his body. As Shen Yu emerged from seclusion, he saw Wen Liuhe in the immortal pool, sulking and teasing the Immortal Cranes. Only then did he finally remember what he had forgotten.

He had forgotten to lift the Silence Curse from his new disciple.

Shen Yu touched his nose and flicked his long sleeve. The incantation to dispel the curse shot instantly toward Wen Liuhe.

Wen Liuhe wore an expensive black short robe, with a golden flood dragon climbing from his waistband up his arm. Standing amid the plain and unadorned Question Sword Peak, he looked utterly out of place.

Wen Liuhe had been plucking at the Immortal Cranes’ feathers out of boredom. Ever since he arrived, the cranes in the immortal pool had been endlessly harassed and had developed proficient evasion skills, dodging with incredible speed.

Wen Liuhe was delighted by this. He had never intended to actually pluck feathers anyway; he was just bored out of his mind.

Since arriving at Question Sword Peak, aside from the sword-servant boy and the attendant laborers, he hadn’t seen anyone else. The man who brought him here had vanished after their first meeting.

With no need to cultivate and no Wen Siyuan nagging in his ear, Wen Liuhe enjoyed the leisure and had become the little tyrant of Question Sword Peak.

His only grievance was the Silence Curse some idle fool had cast on him. While perusing related books in the pavilion, he was certain he could break it within half a year!

Hearing footsteps, Wen Liuhe turned his face and looked up.

The white-clad immortal stood amid the misty green haze. His black hair cascaded like a waterfall behind him. Wen Liuhe wrinkled his nose, vaguely feeling that this immortal looked familiar.

After a moment of recollection, his mouth fell open wide.

“It’s—you—”

As soon as he spoke, the little brat, not even half as tall as Shen Yu, froze. He reached out to touch his throat, a flash of genuine confusion in his eyes. “I… I can speak?”

The curse had been cast before this man appeared, and he had spoken after.

Wen Liuhe quickly realized the truth. His eyes widened abruptly, and his volume spiked. “You you you, you were the one who cast the Silence Curse on me?!”

Shen Yu bent down slightly and reached out to pat his head, his lips curving into a soothing smile. “Sorry, this master was busy with seclusion these past days and forgot to lift your curse.”

Who would believe that?

Wen Liuhe tilted his head to dodge his cheap master’s head-pat assault, retreated a step, planted his hands on his hips, and cursed, “Who are you to touch this young master’s head?”

Shen Yu straightened up slightly. A Verdant Discipline Ruler materialized instantly between his pale jade fingers. At the same time, the Body Binding Curse flew out. The little brat’s pupils dilated as he was instantly bound in place by the invisible curse.

The mist from the immortal pool turned into specks of golden light. Then, with a sharp “pa!”, the ruler struck heavily on Wen Liuhe’s tender palm, leaving a vivid red mark.

Shen Yu smiled. “No manners at all, kid. Respect your teacher and value the dao.”

The immortal’s voice naturally carried a misty laughter like fine wine, enough to intoxicate anyone. His words didn’t sound like a scolding at all, more like banter between peers.

But the binding was real, and the pain in his palm was real. The more Wen Liuhe looked, the more he felt this man was a hypocritical smiling tiger—two-faced and harboring ill intentions! Far more terrifying than that sanctimonious Wen Siyuan!

Wen Liuhe couldn’t bear to imagine what shape he’d be tortured into if he really stayed with this man.

No, he had to escape!

Shen Yu narrowed his eyes and gazed fixedly at the boy’s extremely vivid and expressive features.

That gaze made Wen Liuhe’s heart shiver. He couldn’t help but shudder and wanted to back away farther, but the Body Binding Curse restricted his movements completely.

The white-clad immortal snapped out of his daze, slowly blinked, and his thick black lashes trailed a slender shadow at the corner of his eye, like the extended tail feather of a crow. The rippling light in his eyes swayed along with it.

Lowering his gaze, he asked this son of an old acquaintance, “Kid, do you know how to make lotus seed porridge?”

Wen Liuhe’s eyes bulged in fury. “I won’t make it for you!”

The implication was that he did know how.

A hint of amusement slid through Shen Yu’s eyes. He squatted down, his wide white robe blooming like a lotus on the ground, his unbound hair scattering around him. He tilted his head considerately. “Make me some lotus seed porridge, and I’ll lift your Body Binding Curse. What do you say, kid?”

Wen Liuhe glared at him furiously. Then he saw a well-defined hand extended before him, the knuckles flushed red as if drunk on wine, dazzling the eyes. Shen Yu smiled at him and lightly snapped his thumb and middle finger, producing a crisp sound like a twig breaking.

With the snap, a speck of golden light flashed from his fingers.

Wen Liuhe felt the invisible binding tighten. The previously tough little brat instantly yelled, “Fine fine fine, this young master will make it for you, let me go!”

“The woodshed is over there.” Shen Yu smiled in satisfaction and pointed to the western wing room. Then, as if remembering something, his eyes shifted, and he added, “Kid, also boil some hot water for my bath while you’re at it.”

Even a landlord wouldn’t exploit like you! This young master is only seven!

So you’re not taking a disciple—you’re recruiting a servant, huh? You’re the first to dare treat this young master like a laborer!

Wen Liuhe gritted his teeth inwardly when a hand suddenly descended on his head. He froze and met the immortal’s smiling eyes. That voice carrying laughter followed.

“Kid, nod.”

Wen Liuhe was born into a renowned cultivation clan and had been recognized by a divine sword on the day of his birth. He had been pampered by the entire sect, growing up arrogant, willful, and unrestrained.