After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness-Chapter 471: Old Black Daoist! I wont let you off even as a ghost
Old Black Daoist let out a long sigh: “When the descendants fail, it is the ancestor who loses face.”
Ancestor Sui Bian curled his lip and said: “What is there to sigh about? Even a thousand years ago, your Heavenly Sword Sect was still pressed down by my Five Elements Dao Sect.”
Old Black Daoist’s face turned even darker. He turned his head away, ignored Ancestor Sui Bian, and asked: “Who is Heavenly Sword Sect’s sect master now? Who is the Sword Dao champion? Among the disciples of your generation, is there anyone of my Liu clan?”
Yu Zhao answered the first two questions one by one, then hesitated at the last: “Heavenly Sword Sect’s current eldest senior sister is surnamed Liu, given name Zheng. I do not know whether she has any connection to Ancestor Black.”
Yu Zhao had corresponded more with Ji Han Zhou among the disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect and was not particularly familiar with Senior Sister Liu Zheng’s family background.
Old Black Daoist laughed loudly: “Judging from that name, she is definitely a child of my Liu clan. Good, good, this old Daoist is not without heirs.”
He then asked about recent affairs in the Cultivation World. As Yu Zhao spoke, the smile at his lips slowly vanished. The Flying Sword on his back seemed to sense its master’s changing mood and let out a deep, urgent hum.
A chill swept over Yu Zhao. She could not sense any tangible threat, yet a hair-raising instinct told her that a hidden, razor-edged Sword Intent might harvest her life in a single instant.
Just then, Ancestor Sui Bian lifted a hand and patted Old Black Daoist on the shoulder, and the chill coiled around Yu Zhao swiftly receded.
“Do not be so pessimistic,” Ancestor Sui Bian said. “At least our ranks have grown again. The Starry Sky Stones are almost gathered. Perhaps before long we will obtain the Cultivation World’s coordinates and reestablish contact with it.”
“Of course you are happy,” Old Black Daoist muttered, though his mood clearly improved. “The ones arriving are from your Five Elements Dao Sect. If I could meet people of Heavenly Sword Sect, I would be even more optimistic than you.”
He seemed to think of something, then grinned lewdly: “Sui Bian, guess who I saw when I first reached the Bifang Realm?”
With a thousand years of friendship, Ancestor Sui Bian knew exactly what that gloating expression meant. His thoughts spun and he said: “Who? Could it be Fei Hong?”
That old brat had lost both wife and soldiers, slunk away with his tail between his legs, and probably ran into Old Black Daoist on the road.
“Fei Hong? He is here as well?” Old Black Daoist grew even more excited and said: “Is something big happening in the Bifang Realm lately? Otherwise why would everyone come here?”
“It is not Fei Hong? Then who? It cannot possibly be…” Ancestor Sui Bian’s mouth fell open, and he dared not finish the guess.
Old Black Daoist burst out laughing and said: “Exactly, your old flame, Xiu Yu. Are you happy? Surprised?”
Bang. Before Ancestor Sui Bian could recover from Old Black Daoist’s words, the door was flung open. Elder Qun Fang stood outside, the corner of her mouth lifted in a deliberate arc: “Old flame?”
“It is not! Old Black Daoist is talking nonsense. I am wronged!”
“Heh.” Elder Qun Fang let out a cold snort and swept away.
In a panic, Ancestor Sui Bian stomped once, had no time to scold Old Black Daoist, and hurriedly gave chase.
The moment his back disappeared through the door, Old Black Daoist rushed over, slammed the door shut, leaned against it, and patted his chest hard.
Yu Zhao raised her brows in surprise.
The next instant, urgent pounding came from outside, along with Ancestor Sui Bian’s miserable screams.
“Ah! Open the door!”
“Better a dead fellow Daoist than a poor Daoist, Sui Bian. Go in peace!”
“Old Black Daoist! I will not let you off even as a ghost! Ah!”
Yu Zhao’s eye twitched. [It is probably going to be lively for a while.]
Half an hour later, all sound outside had died away. Old Black Daoist slowly opened the door.
A limp, feeble hand reached in over the threshold.
Old Black Daoist hurried out to help, supporting the person up with a face full of concern: “Sui Bian, can you still talk? How many is this?”
Yu Zhao stepped forward to help as well, but when she saw clearly who Old Black Daoist was holding, she yanked her hand back at once and stared, dumbstruck: “A… a… ancestor?”
Ancestor Sui Bian lifted his eyelids to glance at Yu Zhao, then clutched his old waist and groaned in pain.
Hearing the familiar voice, Yu Zhao had no choice but to believe that this youth with rosy lips and white teeth, deep eyes, and a spring-peach charm was in fact her own slovenly ancestor. The contrast was simply too great.
“Old Black Daoist, you black-hearted, rotten-lunged old codger,” Ancestor Sui Bian said, his tone the same as ever, though the youth’s slightly upturned eyes, curled lashes, clear pupils, and rippling gaze carried a natural, roguish allure. “If I had not been quick, I might have died in this Lingyin Sect today.”
Yu Zhao suddenly understood why her ancestor had piled up so many romantic debts in the Middle Thousand World.
“I knew Qun Fang could not bear to beat you to death, which is why I dared to pull this,” Old Black Daoist said, helping Ancestor Sui Bian into a seat with a broad, careless air. “As long as you summon your second avatar, she will not be willing to touch so much as a finger.”
Ancestor Sui Bian’s face darkened with frustration: “You know how much trouble this face brings me. After a body swap, at least a year must pass before I can switch back. You made this mess. I do not care how—during this time you must stay by my side and protect me until I change back.”
“No problem. I had not planned to leave anyway. But you have not told Yu Zhao the specifics. Look at the child, her eyes are about to pop out.”
Ancestor Sui Bian looked at Yu Zhao, uncharacteristically abashed: “Did I startle you?”
“A little,” Yu Zhao answered honestly. But she was even more curious about the “second avatar” Old Black Daoist had mentioned during their talk.
“There is nothing much to hide,” Ancestor Sui Bian said. “I simply had not found a suitable chance to say it. Since you have seen it, I will explain in detail.”
Ordinarily, he appeared in his true body, the same visage shown on the portraits of the Five Elements Dao Sect. Eight hundred years ago, in a Minor Secret Realm of the Middle Thousand World, he obtained an incomplete manual by chance. It recorded a method to refine a body using various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, one that could merge with the original flesh and store the soul.
According to the original manual, the refined avatar would be identical to the main body. Because the method was incomplete, Ancestor Sui Bian could only extrapolate the missing parts by his own understanding, and ended up refining an avatar entirely unlike himself: stunningly handsome and utterly devoid of cultivation at first—the very body he now wore.
After eight centuries of cultivation, this body had climbed to the Void Refinement Stage, though it was still inferior to his true body. The worse trouble was that the face was too outstanding, constantly arousing other cultivators’ covetousness, so he used this avatar only under special circumstances. This time, he had resorted to a beauty stratagem so that Elder Qun Fang would show mercy. To switch back to the original body, he would have to wait a year.
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Chapter 471: Old Black Daoist! I wont let you off even as a ghost
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