The Sorrowmender

Chapter 49 – Calmly

Daoist Master Dongyun's expression froze for a moment as he looked at Xu Qingzhou, his gaze changing, interwoven and shifting under the flickering candlelight.

Ordinary people, when faced with their impending death, would naturally be filled with fear, dread, and terror.

They might flee at the slightest hint of danger or beg for mercy on their knees.

Clearly, Xu Qingzhou was neither. His calm demeanor moved him, and the confidence in the young man's eyes was equally inscrutable.

It inevitably stirred a sense of unease within him. Could it be that Xu Qingzhou had a hidden trump card unknown to him?

However, his spiritual sense scanned the surroundings, finding no hidden experts. The child in the room, though her aura had somewhat recovered, would not be able to act before dawn.

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So he couldn't understand where Xu Qingzhou's confidence came from.

Late Foundation Establishment and the First Layer of the Acquired Realm were worlds apart.

Or perhaps, he was bluffing...

"Well then, I originally intended to have a few drinks of Lord of Eternal Night with my young friend Wuyou and discuss the profound truths in these books. But since you're in such a hurry, I fear that the longer we delay, the more dreams will arise. Let's not waste any more time."

He inexplicably said some words that were hard to understand, always maintaining a courteous demeanor. Though he was a cultivator, practicing the immortal path, his conduct was that of a scholar. Even when it came to killing, the scholarly air ingrained in his bones was ever-present.

"So, senior, are you planning to kill me here?"

Daoist Master Dongyun slowly rose from the desk, his hand inadvertently brushing over the cover of a book on the table.

Once he stood straight, he shook his blue scholar's robe, placing one hand behind him and the other in front, his gaze slowly sweeping over the surrounding bookshelves.

Calmly, he said, "Let's change the place. These books shouldn't be stained with blood."

With just a few words, he gracefully walked past Xu Qingzhou, heading out of the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries.

Xu Qingzhou's eyebrow twitched, his gaze also sweeping over the books, feeling a bit puzzled.

He muttered to himself, "So he's not making a move here just because he doesn't want these books stained with blood?"

He found such matters both speechless and intriguing.

"What a peculiar person!"

Indeed, the world is vast and full of wonders. Who would have thought that Daoist Master Dongyun, a cultivator of immortality, would have such an obsession with reading?

If it weren't for the fact that one of them was destined to die, Xu Qingzhou would have liked to sit down with the old man, have a few drinks, and listen to his stories.

His stories with books.

Retracting his gaze, a hint of bitterness touched his lips as he waved his fingers, and a blanket appeared in his hand.

He walked slowly to Wuyou's side, crouched down, picked her up, and gently placed her on the bed, carefully covering her with the blanket.

Looking at Wuyou's peaceful sleeping face, he reached out to smooth the stray hair on her forehead and tucked the blanket around her.

With a gentle smile, he said, "Have a good sleep. Master will be back soon."

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of Daoist Master Dongyun, whose graying eyebrows also showed a hint of complexity, his heart filled with thoughts.

After Xu Qingzhou finished all this, he put away his sword.

He also shook his robe and walked out of the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries, calmly following Daoist Master Dongyun.

The two walked side by side, under the bright moonlight, heading towards the outskirts of the city through the alley.

The killer and the one to be killed.

They should have met with hostility, leaving with bloodshed.

But Xu Qingzhou and Daoist Master Dongyun were exceptions. Not only did they walk together, but they also treated each other with respect.

With smiles on their faces, calm and composed, they conversed as if they were old friends reunited, sharing heartfelt words, or perhaps kindred spirits meeting by chance, enjoying a pleasant conversation.

To anyone watching, it would be impossible to guess that these two were heading out at night, not to admire the moon, but to decide life and death.

"I've been here for two days now, often seeing you reading every day. Are you perhaps planning to pursue scholarly honors?" Daoist Master Dongyun slowed his pace, asking during their walk.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Xu Qingzhou's eyes. Instead of answering, he asked, "Since senior has been here for two days, why only reveal yourself today?"

Daoist Master Dongyun's lips curved slightly, but his eyes lowered.

"To be honest, I was unsure of killing you while that little girl's cold poison hadn't flared up, so... hahaha!"

Xu Qingzhou was somewhat surprised, not expecting even someone at the Late Foundation Establishment to be wary of the white-haired girl.

However, the meaning in the other's words was clear. He knew the white-haired girl's cold poison would flare up, and he was very cautious.

It seemed that he only revealed himself now because he was absolutely confident in killing him.

"Senior's nature is truly cautious. With such strength, to be so meticulous is rare!"

Daoist Master Dongyun looked up at the sky, the bright moon reflecting in his eyes, the light flowing like a river.

"There are always stronger people out there. On the path of cultivation, the strong are as numerous as clouds. I'm merely a half-crippled Late Foundation Establishment cultivator. In the eyes of ordinary people, they call me an immortal, but in the eyes of those with great power, I'm nothing more than an ant. Naturally, I must be careful."

"You, too, are a cultivator. You should know that the path of cultivation is like walking on thin ice, requiring caution. You shouldn't have provoked that little girl, Mo Shengge."

Xu Qingzhou's lips pressed down, "Senior is right. I didn't expect the story of Mister Dongguo to repeat itself with me."

Hearing Xu Qingzhou's words, Daoist Master Dongyun's eyes flashed with curiosity as he glanced at Xu Qingzhou, asking, "The story of Mister Dongguo? I've never heard of it."

"Just something I read in a book," Xu Qingzhou replied with a light laugh.

In his heart, he silently thought, "If you've heard stories from Earth, then that would truly be strange."

Daoist Master Dongyun's steps paused, instinctively moving a bit closer to Xu Qingzhou's side, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge and anticipation.

"Could you tell me about it?"

Xu Qingzhou was momentarily stunned, his eyes shifting as he asked, "Senior wants to hear it?"

"I do!"

"Alright, since senior wants to hear it, I'll tell it."

"Once upon a time, there was a Mister Dongguo, and one day..."

The magnetic voice resonated under the moonlight, the story unfolding like a painting.

Xu Qingzhou was naturally skilled at storytelling, bringing it to life vividly.

Daoist Master Dongyun listened intently.

The story was about Mister Dongguo and the wolf.

But it also spoke of Xu Qingzhou and Mo Shengge.

Xu Qingzhou was naturally the gentleman, while Mo Shengge was the wicked wolf.

It was a tale that stirred righteous indignation.

A simple story, yet it contained profound truths, filled with regret.

When Xu Qingzhou finished, Daoist Master Dongyun was left wanting more, lamenting that the story was too short and not satisfying enough.

He sighed, "What a pity, what a pity. You are indeed wronged, my young friend, but this world is inherently unreasonable, and complaints are useless."

"Hahaha, senior is right. Learning from mistakes isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Daoist Master Dongyun shook his head, speaking with some regret, "But since I'm here, you won't have a future, alas!"