novelraw Chapter 742 doting
Chapter 742 doting
"Young Master, otherwise we could move the Sword Cleaning Pool and find a suitable place to slowly refine the sword later," Jiang Yuzhe suggested, seeing Mu Hanyan’s hesitation."If it were truly so portable, why would my Master choose to seclude himself here? He could have picked a hidden paradise with clear mountains and beautiful waters for safety," Qu Shanling replied irritably.
"He is right, the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond can’t be placed just anywhere. Only at a Spiritual Eye that converges the trend of Heaven and Earth Power can it maintain its Spiritual Essence undiminished. Initially, when Master Qu’s Master chose this place, it was because the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth was naturally funneled here. If we change the location, once the Seal is opened, the Spiritual Essence within will disperse into the world around us," Ye Lanfeng nodded and said.
It was then that Mu Hanyan realized her earlier sensation of a vortex formed by Heaven and Earth Power wasn’t due to the attraction of the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond, but because this vortex of the power of Heaven and Earth naturally existed here that Qu Shanling’s Master chose to set the pond at this location.
If they hadn’t opened that Seal, it might have been alright, but the problem was that they had already broken the Seal. Now if they were to move it, the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond would just become a regular water reservoir. What else could it be used for, to store water for cooking? The thought was absurd.
"How about this, Young Master. You leave the Cold Sky Sword here to temper the Sword Heart and Soul, and I will stay to watch over it for you," Qu Shanling said to Mu Hanyan.
This was his Master’s former dwelling. Even though he knew deep down that it was unlikely his Master would return, Qu Shanling didn’t want to leave lightly. Staying here provided him with a bit more solace in his heart.
"That will be fine," Mu Hanyan nodded. The Cold Sky Sword at her waist let out clear rings, indicating that neither she nor the sword itself wanted to miss this rare opportunity.
Unbuckling the longsword, Mu Hanyan unceremoniously handed it over to Ye Lanfeng.
"When asking for someone’s help, you could at least say ’please.’ This kind of seal is quite draining to deal with," Ye Lanfeng said gravely. Of course, Mu Hanyan knew he was joking.
"When you became my Master, you never asked for my opinion, did you, dear Master?" Mu Hanyan said, batting her eyelashes and spoke in a shameless tone.
"Alright, alright, since you’re the disciple, what you say goes," Ye Lanfeng sighed, looking at Mu Hanyan’s impudent smile, but his eyes betrayed a hint of indulgence.
The few people of Huayue exchanged glances subconsciously and suddenly felt a chill.
This feeling was not quite right!
An improper relationship between Master and disciple was one of the taboos on the Holy Court Continent. Well, one was an extraordinary being who had transcended sainthood, and the other was a prodigy from a prestigious family, always flamboyant and unrestrained. Even if they were about to break a taboo, no one would dare gossip.
But the problem was, they were both men, men! ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ????????????????????✦????????????????✦????????????
It must be a misconception.
Convincing themselves it was just a false impression, the people of Huayue forcibly filtered the tender exchanges between the two from their minds.
Ye Lanfeng took the Cold Sky Sword, his gaze flickering with strands of Divine Light. After a long while, he exhaled deeply and formed a series of Hand Formations.
A fantastical play of light and shadow left his hands, condensing into a series of ancient characters that covered the entire sword.
"Sword Heart Soul Cleansing, seal!" Ye Lanfeng uttered lightly, as the Cold Sky Sword slowly submerged into the mysterious stone wall of the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond.
Then, the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond once again became dim and lightless, its bluish-gray surface revealing mottled traces, no different from when it was first seen.
The Cold Sky Sword had completely vanished without a trace, sealed within the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond.
It appeared that this time, Mu Hanyan was not as fortunate as before; the Cold Sky Sword failed to be directly refined into a Divine Artifact. Now, all that remained was to wait for an opportunity, but as for how long that would take, she herself could not be sure.
Seeing the fine perspiration on Ye Lanfeng’s forehead, Mu Hanyan realized that he was not joking previously; the sealing indeed was a draining task. Even Ye Lanfeng, someone of the Sword Saint Realm—or perhaps even a higher realm—showed signs of weariness in his eyes.
Mu Hanyan took out a handkerchief, intending to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but then suddenly remembered that she was still in disguise as a man, which made the gesture quite inappropriate. Hence, her hand holding the handkerchief froze in mid-air.
However, Ye Lanfeng didn’t overthink it, taking the handkerchief from her hand, he wiped off the sweat and returned a gentle smile.
I didn’t see that; it’s all an illusion, an illusion. Huayue and others shivered again, silently repeating the Calming Incantation several times, while simultaneously turning their heads away.
"Master Qu, Young Master Mu." A voice came from outside the door, it was Fang Xuemao.
Opening the door, Mu Hanyan saw a neatly dressed group of Fang Family Disciples, each with pack on their back, looking ready to set out on a long journey, while the stretchers behind them bore several injured kin. However, their faces were all ashen.
"Old Fang Family Patriarch, what’s this about?" Qu Shanling asked, puzzled, looking at Fang Xuemao.
"I’ve thought it over all night. Though we narrowly escaped disaster thanks to your rescue this time, the Rong Family is ultimately unwilling to let our Fang Family go. We have no choice but to find another place to live.
I’ve had breakfast prepared and left some of our younger kin to look after you guys. After you’ve departed, they will catch up with us," said Fang Xuemao, glancing back at the village with a look of reluctance on his face.
The Fang Family kin all had somber expressions as well. It was with great difficulty that they had found a place to settle down, and just as the workshop’s business was beginning to pick up, they had to leave, their hearts unwilling.
Hearing Fang Xuemao’s words, Mu Hanyan and others were somewhat moved. Even in such difficult times, he had not forgotten to have people look after them; the Old Fang Family Patriarch was indeed a man of loyalty and deep emotion.
"What about the workshop, and that inn and restaurant?" Mu Hanyan asked.
Although the workshop and the inn and restaurant were not bustling, they must have cost a considerable amount of Silver Tael. Given the current situation of the Fang Family, probably the last of their meager wealth had been nearly exhausted, and it seemed a pity to abandon them like this. More importantly, families like theirs, not accustomed to farming and lacking other means of livelihood, would struggle to survive if even their foundational assets were gone.
"Now is not the time to worry about that. If we had the luxury of time, we could even sell this entire village. But with the Rong Family so determined to eradicate the Fang Family, where could we find a suitable buyer so suddenly?" Fang Xuemao said with a wry smile.
"Is this village owned by the Fang Family?" Mu Hanyan’s heart stirred upon hearing this, and she asked.
"Indeed, this village was originally where our Fang Family began. Later, as the commerce routes closed and the area declined, our ancestors took the opportunity to purchase it and renamed it Fang Village," answered Fang Xuemao.
"How about this, Heishi City’s Mu Family owns a Nanyan Chamber of Commerce. I still have some say there. If you’re truly willing to sell, then sell it to us. You don’t need to move; you can just continue to stay here and help out with the Chamber of Commerce," Mu Hanyan suggested.