books44 Chapter 72: The Master of Clear Soup
Chapter 72: The Master of Clear Soup
【Hello, host.】
Li Tingyun: "Who is it? Who is speaking in my head?"
He looked around, feigning shock and acting as if it were a serious matter.
[Of course it's me, Wang Laoliu! Host, are you possessed by a drama queen?]
Li Tingyun said slowly, "Oh, Sixth Brother? What is Sixth Brother?"
[Old Six is a piece of trash! Old Six is your system. Host, your acting is too fake, come on!]
"Heh, so I do have a system. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought I remembered it wrong."
After finishing his banter, Li Tingyun revealed his true intentions: "Sixth Brother, what have you been doing offline for so long?"
I received a group chat mention from the dimensional space administrator, so I have to attend a training session.
"You guys even have group chats...and you're holding training sessions?"
Li Tingyun was speechless and choked with emotion.
Yes, even if you're taken to a small dark room, you still get a deduction of 1, you still have to undergo training, and you still have to attend meetings.
But I must say, this training session really broadened my horizons...
[Did you know that a host actually transmigrated into a male-oriented novel, and instead of building a harem, he's gay?!]
Li Tingyun coughed and said, "What do you mean by broadening one's horizons? This is clearly about opening up one's perspective."
The sixth brother continued: "[You don't know, that author had a really tough time. He switched from male-oriented urban fiction to modern romance, and was forced to watch the host dominate numerous men, doing all that stuff, and then get dominated by those same men, doing all that stuff in return.]"
Finally, his works jumped from a certain point to a certain river to a certain Tang... Who would have thought that while picking his toes and typing away at the keyboard, he would write millions of words of "Dragon Overlord" fiction, only to end up with every word crooked and uneven, and even the telephone poles in his book's world were bent!
This guy couldn't sleep no matter what he did, so he scrutinized the monitor for half the night before finally catching a glimpse between the lines: the whole thing was filled with the two words—"gay!" So he punched the monitor to pieces.
[Because of his damage to public property, he was used as a negative example and publicly criticized at the training conference.]
[This is too tragic, truly too tragic. Host, I believe you wouldn't let me be paraded through the streets like this... you wouldn't, right?!]
Li Tingyun retorted, "That depends on how strong your self-control is."
The sixth child, not understanding, asked: "What does that mean?"
"As long as you can control yourself, don't smash the monitor, and don't damage public property, that's fine."
"...I feel like you're avoiding the main point. Are you hiding something from me?"
"Really? Then you must be mistaken. Let's drop this topic."
Li Tingyun quickly changed the subject, saying, "While you were offline, your own son did come online."
Don't be so formal with me. Yuan Che is my biological son, that's true, but you're also my little rascal. They're both my flesh and blood, and as an old father, I won't favor one over the other.
While they were having a mental conversation, Yuan Che had already stuffed the snow lotus seed into Wang Wu's mouth.
Yuan Che murmured, "You are the only family I have in this world."
"Che'er, is he...your family?"
Mei Shiyu was quite surprised by this.
He himself had never experienced the deep bond of blood between close relatives, but he genuinely felt a sense of comfort for Yuan Che.
He experienced the excruciating pain of losing loved ones once again in his life, but fortunately, Wang Wu could still be saved...
Mei Shiyu asked, "Who is he to you?"
Yuan Che reluctantly faced him, scratched the back of his head, and thought carefully for a moment.
Then he honestly said, "He told me that he is the younger brother of the husband of the older brother's cousin's wife, who is also my cousin's mother's cousin... I should call him my uncle, but he doesn't have a godfather, so I'm recognizing him as my godfather!"
Mei Shiyu: "..."
Although blood is thicker than water, their relationship had reached such a point that their blood was diluted to the point of being clearer than water.
Li Tingyun laughed again, "With the relationship between the two of you, he wouldn't even be in charge of wiping out ten clans."
Yuan Che couldn't stand him but couldn't get rid of him, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, all my closest relatives are gone, and all that's left are these distant cousins. Who is the most sinful? Who deserves to die the most?!"
Mei Shiyu assumed that he was taking out his hatred for Li Tingyun on the entire Taiji Palace.
They don't even spare a dog.
Therefore, his dislike for Li Tingyun did not arouse Mei Shiyu's suspicion.
Mei Shiyu simply asked, "Che'er, why did you come to this place? What happened to you that led you to this state?"
"So that...so that my deceased loved ones may come back to life..."
Yuan Che said this with some frustration.
"It's all because I'm too weak. I can't even protect myself, let alone help others."
He didn't know how he had ended up in such a state.
As for losing one's physical body and possessing another's soul, that's a long story, and not easy to explain.
Moreover, he didn't want to talk about something so embarrassing and be laughed at.
Although he is weak now, it doesn't matter, he believes he can become stronger.
To live is to live towards the sun!
Yuan Che turned to look at Wang Wu, and the idea of capturing his own soul to save him resurfaced.
Li Tingyun noticed his movements and, without saying a word, punched him twice on the head.
Like playing whack-a-mole, it hammered his wandering soul back into his body, hammering it solidly.
"Do you think your soul is strong enough, or contains enough energy, to sustain a Golden Core cultivator?"
Li Tingyun sneered coldly, "Wishful thinking, stubborn and obstinate."
The girl sat on the ground, holding her head in her hands, silent like a taciturn gourd with its mouth sawed off.
[Host, please don't mock someone's courageous act just because you're cold-blooded, okay?]
[Knowing it's impossible yet still doing it—that's the charm of a protagonist. I love his solitary walk through dark alleys, I love his refusal to kneel!]
With a thud, Yuan Che knelt down on both knees, before Mei Shiyu.
"I beg you, save him."
Yuan Che felt a lump in his throat, placed his hands on either side, and kowtowed heavily.
The last time such a grand ceremony was held was at the disciple-acceptance ceremony of the Dao Xuan Sect in my previous life.
Seeing that Lao Liu had been slapped in the face, Li Tingyun burst out laughing on the spot, showing no mercy.
Yuan Che raised his head and glared at him fiercely.
"He won't even call me Master, so who are you begging to save him?"
Li Tingyun gave a cold smile.
Faced with this situation, Wang Laoliu awkwardly tried to salvage the situation—
A man's knees are worth their weight in gold, yet he willingly knelt down to save his adoptive father, losing all his gold in the process. He is a truly good man.
And you, so lacking in tact, build your happiness on the suffering of others; you are a truly wicked person.
Li Tingyun: "You really are a shrewish old man."
【uh-huh. 】
Yuan Che emphasized each word, "Immortal Mei, I beg you to save him, if... if you still have a conscience..."
He suddenly realized that what he said was unpleasant, but over the years, his resentment towards Mei Shiyu had run deep, and he had even harsher words stuck in his heart that he hadn't said.
Mei Shiyu's eyes darkened. Seeing that the man was still kneeling on the ground like a stubborn mule, she told him to stand up. But he seemed not to hear her and kowtowed three times in a row with great force.
Each thud of her forehead hitting the ground was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Mei Shiyu's heart and sending waves of bitter pain through her.
Just like when they bowed three times to sign their oath, they officially became master and disciple.
With lofty ambitions and unyielding spirit, he was as steadfast as a pine tree, the most spirited among all the disciples.
Everyone knows that the peak master of the Hidden Sword Peak of the Dao Xuan Sect only has this one closed-door disciple.
His kneeling now is tantamount to him "resigning" to Mei Shiyu.
Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.
Ordinary people live for no more than a hundred years, and they can still come to understand a truth: people experience joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, just as the moon waxes and wanes; nothing in this world is ever perfect.
This is especially true for cultivators.
Their lives are far too long, filled with all sorts of people they encounter along the way, but in the end, they all become mere passersby.
Friendships will eventually fade, and even close confidants cannot be kept. All those we encounter in this life will become scenery that we can only look back on but can never relive.
Looking back, the scenery remains the same, but things are the same while people are different. I realize that the past cannot be changed, but the future can be pursued.
"Immortal Venerable, from now on, you don't need to treat me as your disciple anymore."
"You no longer have a responsibility to care for the disciples of our sect. Whether you save people or not, I will not blame you."
"He died, so I buried him and observed mourning for him."
When Yuan Che stood up, he was relieved, his voice was clear, and his heart was open.
"Thank you for helping so many tragically deceased souls in Lingxi Village find peace. I will remember to repay this kindness."
He was extremely resolute, with clear likes and dislikes; kindness was kindness, and enmity was enmity.
[Host, do you think... Mei Shiyu will save Wang Wu?]
"He definitely will. Even if the protagonist didn't bring this up, he would still save people."
Li Tingyun scoffed, "Who told my master to have a pizza-like heart?"
[...Host, is food all you think about?]
[Soup and pizza again, damn, I'm craving it.]
He really wanted to order takeout in the middle of the night.
Tears of shame flowed down from the corners of his mouth.
His saliva dripped down his throat, and the thought of being locked up in that dark room made him want to cry.