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Chapter 540: Refusal

Jiang Yuan originally did not want to interfere.

After all, with Zheng Lang as an example of wrongdoing, he taught magic with no malice, yet unexpectedly, after acquiring abilities beyond the ordinary, it changed his nature and led him to commit all sorts of evil deeds.

It’s like serving porridge to aid disaster victims, and then some refugee who drank the porridge gained strength but went on to harm others—it’s important not to deny the goodwill of serving porridge just because of this. However, since it was his own magic taught for transaction, Jiang Yuan felt uncomfortable thinking that if not necessary, he should try not to teach skills randomly in the future.

However, the little sparrow chirped hastily, its eyes red with grievance, so he sighed lightly and said, "I once had a fleeting encounter with it. As long as it does not cause any damage, you should stop bothering it."

"Since Mr. Jiang is willing to vouch for you, stay here honestly without moving around, and quietly wait for your master to come to take you away from the Celestial Sword Sect," the disciple in charge ordered coldly.

The little sparrow shook its head in panic, "Old Li, it’s not the master! Mr. Jiang! Mr. Jiang!"

Its voice was originally clear and sweet like an oriole; now, with cultivation technique, it transformed from an ordinary demon beast into a semi-demon cultivator. Although it only spoke simple words, it sounded both delightful and transparent, like an adorable lively little girl.

There was already a sister bluebird at home, and since Eagle Fifty-Third was found, Jiang Yuan planned not to add other troubles and advised: "Just comprehending a few pages of the Heaven-Burning Scripture allowed you to cultivate to this extent, indicating you have substantial talent for cultivation.

But you are still too naive; having powers beyond your control is not beneficial. Wait until you mature more in mentality, and then seek more powerful immortal fortunes."

"Mr. Jiang! Master!" The little sparrow noticed the other’s subtle refusal and stood on the treetop hopping anxiously, eager to indicate its willingness to follow and recognize him as master.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and refused, "You, as a spiritual little sparrow, are a spiritual bird given by a demon cultivator master to believers to discern demon beast aura and alert them. The half-cultivation technique I gave you was only to form a good karma.

You have a master and your own responsibilities, regardless of why you followed Old Li here today. Remember not to attract evil cause and evil consequences; use your ability to do good deeds, which will benefit your cultivation."

The little sparrow could not express so many words, but its heart was quite clear like a mirror. Hearing Mr. Jiang’s words meant he refused to accept it. It buried its head in its wings in grievance, sitting still in the tree.

Meanwhile, Yun Mo and Eagle Fifty-Third briefly shared their key experiences.

"Sir, what should he do?" After a brief joy, Yun Mo fell into a dilemma.

Finally, finding a loyal and dedicated subordinate, he must save him from suffering. But the issue is, even he is living under someone else’s roof, benefiting from Mr. Jiang’s grace but unable to repay, adding Eagle Fifty-Third might coerce Mr. Jiang further, making Eagle feel shame.

Jiang Yuan understood his unwillingness to create trouble for him and gestured with his hand smiling, "Leave it to me to handle. You surely have a lot to talk about after not seeing each other for so long. Take Eagle Fifty-Third to Tingtai Garden to rest, let him refine the effects of the Blood Replenishing Pill to heal.

After all, the Celestial Sword Sect is the domain of human cultivators; it’s not appropriate for demon cultivators to come forward, it’s better for me to negotiate with the Sect Leader of the Fox Immortal Sect."

"Mr. Jiang..." Eagle Fifty-Third, not only was he rescued but also saw the king, feeling deeply grateful he got up and respectfully bowed to Jiang Yuan, "Thank you, sir, for saving my life.

If you negotiate with the Lu family father and son, be extremely cautious! Those two... I can’t quite explain it; in any case, they’re very strange, the chains and locks used to restrain me are also sinister and unusual.

In case..."

He squeezed a pained grimace on his eagle’s face, hesitating, "In case, Lu Erxi and others refuse to relent and become overly troublesome, sir need not bear animosity for me, at that time... I should just follow them."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan furrowed his brows, "What nonsense are you saying! Do you know how much your king misses you three? Now, you’ve finally met, there’s no reason to let you leave with others again!"

He raised the broken chain using the Clear Wind Sword, "Don’t overthink, go rest well with Yun Mo. I will go talk to the Sect Leader of the Fox Immortal Sect and clarify the matter."

Yun Mo thanked him repeatedly, taking Eagle Fifty-Third and flying towards Tingtai Garden located at the main peak.

The disciple responsible for guarding the flying mount at Celestial Sword Sect looked helpless, had no choice but to respectfully say, "Mr. Jiang, the Sect Leader of the Fox Immortal Sect is attending a banquet in the central hall, please follow me."

It’s already a headache to guard a massive demon beast, now, before the banquet even formally started, the Flying Eagle Demon Beast is "kidnapped" halfway.

The sect disciple knows well he cannot take this responsibility, quickly leading the host over, let them resolve it themselves!

Outside the mountain gate, the blocked individuals grew in number, contrasting sharply with the loose cultivators entering smoothly, each in high spirits and full of vitality.

With just a mountain gate, they segregated themselves from ordinary people; having this proof also means the chance to gain fame!

In the central hall, Fang Shouye invited leaders of various sects and clans to take their seats, exchanged pleasantries with some familiar faces, and his chief disciple hurriedly met him, lowering his voice, "Master, a Daoist friend named Zheng proficient in Paperman and Paper Horse Skill made paper cranes lifelike, almost like real ones, that can serve as mounts too! Would you like to see?"

Being seated in the central hall signifies the person is a renowned cultivator in the Central Province; a lone cultivator wanting to become a guest of honor must be personally inspected by the Sect Leader.

"An underworld dweller?" Fang Shouye thought, in Central Province, he hadn’t heard of such a figure.

However, if proficient in Paperman and Paper Horse Skill and able to ally with Netherworld cultivators, a rarity for human cultivators to encounter Netherworld practitioners—if true, certainly a rare talent!

Before the grand hall, Zheng Lang rode the paper crane showing off with pride but didn’t neglect to promptly store the paper crane, lest the spiritual energy run out and it turns to ashes, never to be used again!

Thus, when Fang Shouye and disciples arrived at the hall entrance, this coincidences with him putting the miniature paper crane into his bosom; without Jiang Yuan’s craft aura enveloping, Zheng Lang instantly revealed his bunker.

"Ah? Strange! Master, earlier he clearly..." Sensing that not only is there no spiritual power on the other, rather a chilling yin energy, evident that he is no virtuous sort, the chief disciple felt completely numbed.

What is going on?

The old master’s aura suddenly changed?

Fang Shouye, having seen much, gestured tranquility to the disciple, stepped forward, cupped his hand smiling, "May I ask which school you belong to? What cultivation technique do you practice?"

"Self-taught, is that not okay?" Zheng Lang was originally a mortal with limited inspiration, utterly unaware of his aura transformation, still indulging in the pride of being the focus of thousands, retorted hand behind him, head held high, "Who are you?"

Fang Shouye did not reply to his inquiry, instead, he chuckled and said, "I suppose, by chance, you obtained the guidance of a senior, learning some uncommon magic, thus capable of controlling papermen and paper horses.

Yet without cultivation technique for breathing and absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, one cannot be a cultivator. Sir, please return."

Zheng Lang was unmasked with one sentence, his face flushed red, yet he had no ability to refute.

Feeling embarrassed, he suddenly heard familiar vehement breaths behind him, "Zheng, deceitful old man, finally I found you!"

Old Li?! How could he be here!

Turning to look, the arrival was fierce, eyes fiercely running red from intense anger and exhaustion, wanting to tear him to shreds!

Zheng Lang was frightened, his heart trembled, seeking refuge behind Fang Shouye in panic; tricking Old Li back then, if caught given his fiery temper... alongside his inability to teach any magic, he’d surely be tortured to death!

"What’s going on here?" Fang Shouye, having a gentle disposition, not adept at handling disputes and trivial matters himself.

And mindful, being a cultivator, any slight action might harm the two mortals. He was caught in the middle, unsure of what to do.

Next to him, the disciple hurriedly stepped forward to restrain the furious middle-aged man, fearing kicking mortals dared not use force, yet Old Li, lost in rage, abandoning reason, kicked and punched vigorously beyond control.

Jiang Yuan arrived swiftly via sword flight, at the time, at the grand hall entrance, all four were in chaotic scuffle.