WBICDPH Chapter 13 Part 2

“I ask the elder to grant me her understanding.”

“You…!”
Liu Xun’s delicate brows knit tightly; she was truly furious.

She flicked her sleeve.

“Fine. An unteachable child. I must have been blind! You reject me today—I’ll remember it. You’d better pray you never need my help in the future, or I’ll make you pay back today’s insult tenfold!”

With that, she turned and left. Watching her go, Zhe Yu lazily called after her:

“Elder Sister Liu Xun, want to go drink?”

“Drink by yourself! You drunken bastard—I’m not bothering with you!”

She flew off on spiritual power, slapping a talisman onto Zhe Yu as she left.

Zhe Yu chuckled, brushed off the thin talisman, and vanished into smoke as well.

With the excitement over, everyone else left the Qingyu Platform. Only Moyuzi and San Zongyu remained.

San Zongyu explained on Liu Xun’s behalf:

“Elder Liu Xun is very strong-willed. She was just angry, not targeting you personally. She isn’t bad at heart—just sharp-tongued. You don’t need to take it to heart.”

Lin Jin responded that he understood. Reassured, San Zongyu left to deal with the trouble caused by the demonic cultivators, while Lin Jin followed Moyuzi back to the Southern Qian division.

Moyuzi wasn’t fond of tedious formalities. He didn’t make Lin Jin kneel or offer tea—just had him change how he addressed him and call him “Master,” then took him on a casual tour of Yanyu Mountain to get oriented.

“Our inner sect is divided into four areas—Southern Qian, Eastern Li, Western Kan, and Northern Kun. Eastern Li oversees talismans and formations. Alchemy and medicine go together, so they’re under Western Kan. Northern Kun handles artifact cultivation and music cultivation. The four divisions aren’t close to each other—if you don’t wander around deliberately, you won’t end up on their turf.”

“Oh…”
Lin Jin nodded, then asked, “Talismans and formations, alchemy and medicine, artifacts and music—all seem somewhat related when paired. But Master, what about us? Why are we grouped with martial cultivators?”

“Uh…”
Moyuzi looked unusually embarrassed.

He scratched his thinning hair.

“Well, martial cultivators are numerous, and beast tamers are few. Pairing us balances things out so we’re not fighting over territory, so…”

What a simple, unadorned reason.

Lin Jin couldn’t help asking another question.

“So… how many people do we have?”

“Uh…”
Moyuzi paused again, then tactically stroked his beard.

“Not counting the beasts—just me. But don’t worry. Now that you’re here, we’re two!”

No wonder…

No wonder you’re always hanging out with martial cultivators and never even got a proper name in the main story. Lin Jin strongly suspected beast taming had been tacked on by the author just to make a ‘two paths per division’ setup. This was way too niche! No wonder you slack off—being alone on the mountain every day, there’s practically nothing to do!

Lin Jin was on the verge of despair. Following Moyuzi, he was about to head to the training grounds when he suddenly realized something was missing.

Moyuzi noticed and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lin Jin looked left, right, then spun in place several times.

“My puppy’s gone! We went to so many places just now—what if he got lost?”

“Oh, that’s nothing.”
Moyuzi waved his hand.

“You’ve already formed a contract with him. He can’t get lost. No matter how far he goes, he can always find your location. Once he’s done playing, he’ll come back on his own. No need to worry.”

—

Behind Yanyu Mountain, at Dripping Spring.

Clear spring water dripped steadily down a stone wall. Lush vegetation surrounded the area, wisps of white mist drifting through green bamboo—an elegant, tranquil scene.

Zhe Yu lay back in a rocking chair, swaying gently. His white jade wine flask rested on a nearby table. Half his body was swallowed by damp mist, his ears filled with the crisp sound of dripping water—comfortable and at ease.

After a moment, the bamboo leaves around him suddenly stirred without wind. His hair and robe hems lifted slightly.

Eyes still closed, Zhe Yu slowly curled his lips into a smile.

“Since you’re here, Young Lord, why not sit down and have a drink?”

“Sha—”

The bamboo bent under an invisible force, and in a single breath, even the forest mist was blown away.

A dark shadow flashed behind the grass not far away, wrapped in thick black fog and erupting blue-green flames. Then someone burst through the fire, charging straight at Zhe Yu.

Xiao Lanqi’s blue-green eyes flashed.

“Zhe Yu—are you courting death?”