Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Shuo Zong: “…”
Butler Zhou: “…”
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, then Shuo Zong raised an eyebrow: “You saw it?”
Butler Zhou stared hesitantly at his hand: “…You mean this necklace?”
Shuo Zong: “That’s right, Wei Xi gave it to me.”
Butler Zhou: “???”
So why are you telling me this? It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me, does it?
Butler Zhou was confused and didn’t know how to react. After a long silence, he could only awkwardly say “oh” before picking up his broom and leaving alone.
His biological instincts told him that staying might be dangerous, either physically or psychologically.
….
After Tuan Tuanyi entered the house, he hurriedly arranged for people to make fresh braised pork for his Heavenly Venerable. Wei Dedao could only sigh helplessly. Although this 63rd generation disciple was a bit slow-witted, at least he truly respected his grandmaster.
How could Tuan Tuanyi not respect them? This is the deity worshipped by the Taicang Sect, a god! As a mortal working in a superstitious organization, isn’t it only natural for him to pay homage to the god who protects his family?
He was even more puzzled by his master’s reaction. After the appearance of the Celestial Venerable, his master did not seem to show much excitement. Instead, he was indifferent to the Celestial Venerable and seemed to care about him at all.
Wei Xi saw that Wei Dedao paused after saying “keep your distance” and waited for a while without hearing anything more: “Is there anything else? If not, I’m going to sleep.”
Wei Dedao was torn between his own anxieties and the mocking look from Shuo Zong, not to mention Wei Xi’s tired, half-closed eyes. In the end, he couldn’t continue the lesson: “Go to sleep.”
Wei Xi indeed left without looking back.
Wei Dedao stood there, smoothing his sleeves, watching his disciple’s retreating figure with a complex expression, and let out a soft sigh.
Having nowhere else to go, the Wind God and Rain Master came to the Wei family. Hearing his sigh, they asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
Wei Dedao said, “I’m worried that my disciple is too naive and kind, and that he’ll be bullied.”
Feng Bo, whose face still stung from the slap, was speechless.
Even the Rain Master couldn’t help but complain: “Your apprentice isn’t innocent or kind at all, okay?”
Wei Dedao immediately retorted, “Nonsense! He hasn’t killed a single person these past few days. Isn’t he pure and kind enough?”
Rain Master: “???”
No… not killing is simply being kind? I’m not saying this, but your sect’s moral standards are incredibly low.
Wei Dedao shook his head: “Star Lord doesn’t understand.”
“I don’t understand.” Shui Shi was speechless at this unreasonable parent. “I really don’t know where you got this kind of knowledge. I don’t think your apprentice treats you very well either.”
Tuan Tuanyi happened to be passing by and stopped immediately upon hearing this. Indeed, he was also puzzled as to why his master was so cold towards the Celestial Venerable.
Unexpectedly, the Celestial Venerable disapproved of the Rain Master’s words, saying, “Star Lord, you are mistaken. In what way has my disciple treated me badly?”
Rain Master: “???”
No, don’t you have any self-awareness about your disciple’s cold and indifferent demeanor? Putting aside the proper master-disciple relationship, with the disciple bowing and scraping before the master, it’s definitely not the way you and your disciple interact, is it?
Wei Dedao, however, had his own set of standards: “Star Lord, have you seen my disciple ever curse me along the way?”
Rain Master: “???”
Wei Dedao asked, “Did you see my disciple ever harbor murderous intent towards me?”
Rain Master: “…”
“Of course, he even threatened to kill me before.” Wei Dedao said with some emotion, “He just didn’t kill me before, but now he doesn’t even want to scold me. It’s clear that my disciple is a sincere and kind person, which is why he is so lenient and tolerant towards his master.”
Wind God and Rain Master: “……………………”
The Rain Master tugged at the Wind Master’s sleeve: “Let’s go, let’s go.”
There’s nothing to talk about. This parent has put such a filter on their child that you can’t even see their pores. What else is there to say?
Tuan Tuanyi: “………………”
In an instant, Tuan Tuanyi’s reverence for his master rose to the height of Mount Everest. It turned out that the entire Taicang Sect, not only the disciples and employees, but even the deities, had to live under the master’s rule.
Wei Dedao simply smiled at their astonished reaction. What did these ordinary gods and humans know about Wei Xi?
He squinted his eyes and slowly stroked the sect leader’s token that Wei Xi had casually placed in the shrine and hadn’t given him a second glance since.
As Shuo Zong passed by him and went upstairs, he said indifferently, “I wonder what’s there to be proud of? Has he ever given you anything?”
Wei Dedao’s expression changed, and he slowly said, “…When we were on the mountain, my disciple often hunted wild boars for me.”
“He even shared with me the ghosts he’d eaten,” Shuo Zong sneered, the purple-gold chain around his neck gleaming in the lamplight. “What are such mundane things as eating and drinking?”
Wei Dedao: “…”
Wei Dedao said slowly, “Lord Tianlu… I can’t see…”
Shuo Zong remained noncommittal: “Is that so?”
Wei Dedao: “…”
The victor of this confrontation was obvious. Shuo Zong strode past him upstairs, only to bump into Wei Xi, who was peering down from the corner, before he even stepped into the corridor.
Shuo Zong: “…What are you doing?”
Wei Xi carefully concealed himself from Wei Dedao, yawned, and leaned into his disciple’s arms, asking, “Is the braised pork your senior brother asked the kitchen to cook for your grandmaster ready?”
Shuo Zong hugged him: “…”
Wei Xi was extremely sleepy. He rubbed his face against his shoulder, sniffing his disciple’s scent, and said slowly, “Que’er, remember to remind your senior brother later to go to the shrine of the Heavenly Venerable and take out the Sect Leader’s Token and keep it close to his body.”
His apprentice’s arms were wrapped around his waist, tightening with each passing word, but he remained silent.
Wei Xi thought he hadn’t heard him, so he sleepily looked up at his disciple: “Que’er?”
The breath above suddenly drew closer, firmly sealing his lips as he tried to repeat himself. His apprentice’s powerful tongue, carrying a strange emotion, plunged in, licking his entire mouth before withdrawing and giving his lower lip a playful bite: “Don’t speak.”
Wei Xi: “?”
Downstairs, Tuan Tuanyi saw his Heavenly Venerable suddenly smile, shaking his head and sighing with a hint of emotion, “This child.”
….
Bi Fang asked cautiously, “Old Xia, isn’t it a bit inappropriate for us to come uninvited?”
“Don’t call me Old Xia. I’m in charge of the relict breeding project now, I’ve been promoted. You should call me Supervisor Xia.” Xia Shouren parked his car at the entrance of the residential area, his face full of curiosity. “Besides, what’s wrong with that? We have to unravel the mysteries surrounding Wei Dedao. His merits, and why he didn’t die— I can’t even eat until I figure it out. Sigh, did you get through to that old bast**d?”
Bi Fang took the phone away from his ear after it automatically ended dialing again, glanced at the unanswered message on the screen, and didn’t dare to call along with him. He cautiously replied, “I didn’t sleep all night last night while suppressing the Wind God and Rain Master in Lehe City. Mr. Shuo Zong is probably resting by now.”
“Bullshit,” Xia Shouren said. “Don’t I know him? He’s a thousand-year-old monster, not human, how could he possibly need rest?”
After saying that, he led Bi Fang straight into the Wei family home and caught Tuan Tuanyi: “Shuo…where did your junior brother go?”
Tuan Tuanyi was just about to go to sleep when he yawned and said, “He should have gone back to my room to rest earlier. Why are you all here at this hour?”
Xia Shouren: “…”
Bi Fang: “Sigh.”
Xia Shouren: “Shut up.”
Bi Fang: “I haven’t said anything yet.”
Xia Shouren: “So it’s to make you shut up early.”
Bi Fang shrugged, obediently refraining from complaining. The two went straight to Shuo Zong’s room, and the door opened by itself before they could even knock.
Shuo Zong was wearing a bathrobe, tightly belted, revealing his long, straight legs and a small portion of his chest. He was wearing slippers, leaning against the door with one hand, his hair slightly disheveled, as if he had just gotten out of bed. His gaze at the two people outside the door was clear and unfriendly, and his voice was low and cold: “Be quiet.”
Xia Shouren glanced behind him and found that he couldn’t see anything. The room was pitch black, and the curtains were all drawn tightly, such that not a single ray of light could enter the room. He couldn’t help but say speechlessly, “…You’re really sleeping?”
Shuo Zong ignored him: “Shut up, don’t talk, don’t make a sound. Go downstairs and wait. I’ll change my clothes and come down.”
After saying that, he decisively closed the door.
However, even though his movements were decisive, he closed the door with surprisingly light force, without making a sound.
Xia Shouren: “…Damn it, it’s one thing to not let us into the room, but what’s with not even letting us make a sound?”
Bi Fang whispered, “I have a feeling there’s someone inside, and he’s afraid we’ll wake them up.”
Xia Shouren: “The person sleeping inside? Where are they sleeping?”
Bi Fang: “On the bed.”
Xia Shouren: “…Are you kidding me? This old beast is so territorial that he won’t even let anyone easily into his house. How could he possibly let someone sleep in his bed?”
Bi Fang: “What if they’re doing *that* with their partner? Even the strongest sense of territory can’t be that strong, right?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Shouren stared at him as if he had seen a ghost.
Bi Fang: “?”
Xia Shouren laughed loudly as he walked downstairs: “Hahahaha! Hahahaha!! Are you sick in the head?! I’ve never even had a girlfriend! How could an old beast like him possibly understand sex life!”
Bi Fang: “…”
The others downstairs: “…………”
Xia Shouren suddenly realized what he had said, abruptly stopped speaking, and his face quickly turned red.
Bi Fang: “…You wouldn’t have never…”
Xia Shouren interrupted him angrily: “Shut up! Our identities are special, isn’t this normal?”
Bi Fang: “What’s normal about that? Qingniu does scientific research every day, but he knows he needs to find a partner. He’s pursuing Chong Ming from the company. I and other people also occasionally date ordinary people.”
Xia Shouren: “…That’s because you’re irresponsible, you’ve forgotten the responsibilities on your shoulders, unlike me, who has dedicated myself wholeheartedly to the peace of this world.”
Bi Fang: “Really? It’s not because you don’t have money?”
Xia Shouren: “…”
Bi Fang added, “Besides, with Mr. Shuo Zong’s qualifications, dating is a perfectly normal thing, okay?”
Xia Shouren: “Bullshit! Since ancient times, have you ever heard of him seeking a Daoist partner?”
Bi Fang thought about it carefully for a moment, then widened his eyes in surprise: “You mean… Mr. Shuo Zong has never been in love before?”
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