Chapter 2 Part 2

Yet Shen He landed lightly, like a crane.

His standing posture had undergone a earth-shaking change. No longer hunched as before, his figure stood tall like a pine, his demeanor cold and jade-like, his gaze indifferently icy.

Other disciples naturally lived in the ‘回’-shaped courtyard, but upon hearing the commotion outside, the Demonic Cultivator disciples all minded their own business. Not a single one came out to meddle, and even one or two slammed shut their ventilated windows—none of my business.

Intimidated by that gaze, Pang Sanxian forcibly steadied himself and shouted, “You wait for me!”

Then he fled in panic even faster.

Shen He stared blankly at the scene. After an unknown amount of time, he snapped back to his senses, hurriedly returned to his room, closed the door, and activated the Protective Formation.

He took out the jade pendant from his chest and whispered, “Senior?”

Xie Linlang had never liked wasting words. If he could act, he was too lazy to speak.

The reason he had suddenly taken control of Shen He to beat Pang Sanxian was partly because Shen He was already a Demonic Cultivator disciple yet still cared about his ordinary grandfather, showing he wasn’t inherently bad. The other part was to test the jade pendant’s power.

At this moment, Xie Linlang was comprehending the jade pendant’s functions and had no time to respond to Shen He.

Shen He was utterly confused.

This jade pendant was the only extraordinary item on his entire body.

From his experience listening to major classes, many great seniors facing Heavenly Tribulation would indeed use methods to extend their lives ahead of time, attaching themselves to juniors.

By guiding the juniors, Portable Grandpas would transfer their own tribulations to the junior disciples, allowing themselves to resume cultivation.

The jade pendant was entirely pitch-black, only palm-sized, smooth and warm to the touch, engraved with delicate Plume Feather patterns that occasionally glimmered with red light.

According to his grandfather, his father had been chased by enemies and couldn’t care for him, so he entrusted him to his grandfather with a piece of Black Jade as a token for future recognition.

But fourteen or fifteen years had passed. Shen He had grown up under his grandfather’s care, and no family had come searching. He and his grandfather depended on each other, treating his grandfather as his closest kin.

“If not the jade pendant, then what?”

Shen He pondered repeatedly but couldn’t find anything else that could house a Portable Grandpa.

However, as he held the jade pendant overhead for a closer look, Xie Linlang—while studying the pendant—glanced casually and felt as if struck by lightning.

Shen He was very thin, his skin very pale, giving an unhealthy appearance.

The youth’s short black hair was tied into a small ponytail at the back of his head, his face slightly round, not yet fully matured.

He wore black short attire and deep brown long pants, the standard garb for sect menial disciples, with a Silver Sect Identity Badge hanging at his waist.

But what most captivated Xie Linlang’s attention were the youth’s eyes.

Shen He’s eyes were black and bright, with slightly rounded outlines and upturned corners, instantly giving a sense of approachability and liveliness.

Just like the eyes deep in Xie Linlang’s memories.

Even after centuries, Xie Linlang still couldn’t forget the first time he saw his senior brother Pei Ji.

Back then, Xie Linlang had just joined the sect and followed the sect deacon to their master’s cultivation grounds.

Upon entering the hall, Xie Linlang saw a youth tall and jade-like, dressed in a deep green robe, his long hair falling casually over his shoulders. He looked indolent yet carried an air of wild abandon.

That was his senior brother Pei Ji.

Hearing a new junior brother had entered, Pei Ji looked up.

In that instant of looking up, the entire hall seemed bathed in sunlight, and Xie Linlang was instantly stunned.

The youth raised his gaze and smiled lightly, like clouds parting after rain, illuminating the whole room.

…

Meanwhile, Pang Sanxian slunk dejectedly to the sect cafeteria. He twitched his nose, sensing the intoxicating Demonic Qi wafting intermittently from the private rooms, his mood extremely depressed.

Damn it, how did Shen He suddenly get so strong? Could it really be as the martial uncles said in the major class—that fallen great seniors loved becoming Portable Grandpas for menial disciples?

At that moment, surging Demonic Qi burst from a private room, and the next second, someone rushed out screaming like mad.

“Something’s wrong! Quick, summon the sect martial uncles!”

Soon, the cafeteria was surrounded by disciples.

Pang Sanxian stared in shock at the stretchers being carried out from the private room, speechless for a long time.

“…Apparently, Lin Shibo, who’s in charge of Pill Refining, mixed up the reagents, turning a spice into deadly poison…”

“No one died. They ate deadly poison but won’t die—just have to serve as Medicine People for Lin Shibo for a while.”

“…I remember Lin Shibo posted a sect task to recruit Medicine People earlier, but no one took it.”

“Who’d be dumb enough to take that task?”

“So Martial Uncle Lin went DIY?”

Pang Sanxian listened to the disciples’ whispers in the crowd and suddenly slapped himself twice.

He turned and rushed back.

Oh god, that kid Shen He—no, Junior Brother Shen—had profound fortune and was bound for greatness!

He had been blind before. From today on, he would follow Junior Brother Shen!