WBICDPH Chapter 13 Part 1

Chapter 13: Entering the Southern Qian Division

Zhe Yu had apparently treated the puppy’s injuries earlier. After Lin Jin took Qiuqiu back into his arms, he could clearly feel that the little guy was much more spirited than before. Not only did his wounds look far less frightening, even that irritable, looking-at-everyone-with-annoyance attitude had returned—especially in his eyes, which were now wide and round as he glared straight at Zhe Yu.

Seeing this, Lin Jin thought the puppy must like Zhe Yu. He raised a hand to scratch under Qiuqiu’s chin and coaxed him the way one would a child:

“Come on, say it with me—thank you, Sect Master.”

The gesture amused Zhe Yu, who let out a laugh.

Holding his white jade wine flask, Zhe Yu took another sip, stretched lazily, and returned to his earlier slack, unhurried demeanor.

“I heard just now that you were choosing a master for this kid. Who’s he planning to study under? Let’s hear it.”

With the conversation finally back on track, Liu Xun flicked open her round fan, clearly intending to strike first. But before she could speak, Moyuzi suddenly seized the moment. Catching her off guard, he rammed his hip sideways and sent her flying, then laughed cheerfully as he gestured.

“Sect Master, you already helped him form a beast-taming contract—why ask the obvious? He’s clearly a beast tamer!”

“I’ll beat you to death, you old bastard—nonsense!”
Liu Xun straightened her crooked hair ornament, fanning herself furiously in rage.

“He set up formations that well—he should obviously be my disciple! You insist on dragging him to deal with your smelly beasts instead. Isn’t that wasting his talent? How about this—let’s go to the martial arts field today and spar. Whoever wins gets the right to take him as a disciple. What do you say?”

“Oh, stop it!” Moyuzi waved her off. “At your age, fighting over a disciple—have you no shame? Think of the image! He said himself he’s a beast tamer. Why force him to study formations?”

After lecturing Liu Xun, Moyuzi turned to Zhe Yu with a pitiful expression.

“Sect Master, I’m centuries old now. Over the years, you’ve extorted more than half my assets and spirit stones. After all this time, I’ve finally found a disciple I like—please, you have to stand up for me!”

Liu Xun and Moyuzi’s voices only grew louder until Zhe Yu could no longer bear it. He waved his hand.

“What’s the point of arguing here? Why not ask the kid himself? Choosing a master is his choice, and which path he cultivates is his business. You don’t get to decide, and neither do I.”

The question circled back to Lin Jin. Hearing this, Liu Xun immediately stepped forward and warmly took his hand.

“I don’t have a personal disciple yet. If you come to me, you’ll be my first. I’m the master of Dongli—formation cultivation and talisman cultivation are both under my authority. Unlike beast tamers, who get lumped in with martial cultivators and have to cater to them at every turn. If you follow me and focus on cultivation, I can guarantee your future status and achievements will never be below mine.”

The other elders, who had been watching the spectacle for amusement, were genuinely surprised by this.

For someone as proud as Liu Xun to make such a promise to a mere Foundation Establishment disciple—it was clear his talent in formations was truly exceptional.

Moyuzi refused to be outdone. He slung an arm over Lin Jin’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper loudly:

“Don’t listen to her nonsense. She may not have a personal disciple, but she’s got plenty under her. Not like me—you’d be the only one! What’s wrong with being near martial cultivators? If anything happens, we can just grab them for free labor. Convenient, right?”

“…”
Lin Jin was nearly knocked senseless by the flood of promises, but he managed to grasp the most important point—martial cultivators.

Among the countless cultivation paths, martial cultivation stood above all.

Martial cultivators cultivated through combat. Sword cultivators, saber cultivators, body cultivators—all belonged to this path. The future Sword Immortal Han Ao and the female lead Hua Nanzhi were also martial cultivators. After today, they would enter the Southern Qian division and take San Zongyu as their master. If Lin Jin could stay close to them, that really would be…

On top of that, Elder Liu Xun looked extremely strict. Though Lin Jin didn’t know why she had taken such an interest in him, if he truly joined her, the issue of his having spiritual power but being unable to cultivate properly would eventually be exposed. Moyuzi, on the other hand, was different. Even his name sounded sloppy. The old man looked easygoing and unparticular. Finding a laid-back master and being a laid-back disciple himself—that was a dream come true.

Sensing Lin Jin’s wavering, Moyuzi lowered his voice and continued tempting him.

“I saw everything you did in the trial realm. Two whole days, living on plain steamed buns and peanuts. Watching that made my heart ache.”

He poked his own chest, then continued:

“I raise plenty of mountain birds in my backyard. They’re nourished by the mountain’s spiritual energy every day—delicious beyond belief. And once I roast them with my spirit fire… tsk, tsk, tsk…”

At his description, Lin Jin swallowed hard.

In that instant, the scales in his heart tipped completely and irrevocably toward Moyuzi. He raised his hand at once.

“This disciple is willing to follow Elder Moyuzi in cultivation, become an outstanding beast tamer, and bring honor to the sect in the future!”

“Excellent!”
Moyuzi looked utterly gratified.

Liu Xun’s expression, meanwhile, shifted from disbelief to anger. She released Lin Jin’s hand.

“Brat, not knowing what’s good for you is one thing, but wasting your talent? Beast taming—sounds nice, but how many people have cultivated that path over the centuries? How many have died at the mouths of beasts? What future can you possibly have with him? Are you going to his courtyard to be a beast tamer—or a roast chicken cook?”

“Elder Sister Liu Xun.”

Zhe Yu raised his voice slightly, cutting her off.

“Mind your words. Don’t damage sect harmony over a single junior.”

Liu Xun shot him a glance, pouted, and finally fell silent.

“Apologies, Elder Liu Xun.”
Seeing her reaction, Lin Jin was sweating profusely. Caught in the middle, he could only try to justify his choice.

“I don’t know why you value me, but I truly have no passion for formations. If I ever impressed you, it was just blind luck—pure coincidence. From the moment I entered the sect, I wanted to be a beast tamer. I have no obsession with cultivation. Even if my future realm is limited and my path short, I won’t resent it. Living an ordinary, peaceful life is enough for me.”

Most of what Lin Jin said came from the heart. When he finished, he bowed to Liu Xun.