Chapter 683 - 683 Revised 42 Response
683: Revised: Chapter 42 Response 683: Revised: Chapter 42 Response The Corpse Daoist had been squatting by the creek for an entire hour.
He dared not lift his head.
There were continuously Taoist disciples coming and going around him, stirring up slight breezes.
However, the child in the Daoist robe beside him hadn’t changed positions, hugging his knees and staring fixedly at the fish in the creek.
If he guessed correctly, the child’s attention should be on the smallest red fish.
Although the miasma on Qingfu Mountain had been cleared, the fish in this creek seemed heavily influenced by the territory, fighting fiercely.
That smallest red fish, continuously battling, covered in wounds, but miraculously surviving, with a trend of outlasting the others.
However, no matter how fierce, it was just a few small fish fighting…
The Corpse Daoist couldn’t understand what was interesting about this.
But as the Daoist child didn’t move, he didn’t dare to move either.
An hour ago, he had arrived at Qingfu Mountain with respect, ready to pay homage to the reborn True Master Jun Shan.
Unexpectedly, upon meeting, there was no time for pleasantries, no time to express his continuous admiration comparable to the endless Yellow River.
The child simply said.
“Watch the fish with me.”
Thus, the Corpse Daoist could only squat and watch the fish together.
Dammit!
His task was to escort the two inspectors of Qingfu Mountain to inspect the Pure White Mountain Secret Realm.
What was happening now, squatting here to watch fish?
And how long would this last?
The Corpse Daoist held a high position in the Heavenly Puppet Sect, his word was final, yet now he squatted like a menial novice sweeping the grounds.
He dared not be furious nor speak up.
More precisely, he didn’t dare to be furious nor speak up.
Because the worst beating he had ever received in his life was from the Daoist child beside him.
Sixty years ago, True Master Jun Shan had passed through the South Border by chance.
An unknowing Heavenly Puppet Sect cultivator antagonized this Taoist peak existence, leading Jun Shan to storm into the Heavenly Puppet Sect alone with his sword, toppling their mountain gate, darkening the sun and moon…
At that time, the Corpse Daoist was a nobody, shivering in his cave, yet even he was struck by the aftershocks, bedridden for a full year.
He could never forget the scene he saw from miles away.
True Master Jun Shan had only used one sword.
One sword!
It annihilated the strongest “Shen Daoist” of the Heavenly Puppet Sect of that time!
That day, thunder rumbled endlessly, the Sword Intent soared to the sky, casting its shadow for miles around.
The unfortunate Shen Daoist, usually arrogant and overbearing, was indifferent when hearing that his disciple got bullied, believing his strength would easily settle it.
Unwittingly, he kicked a rock he couldn’t afford to offend, ultimately bringing disaster upon himself and turning into mere ashes, with the entire mountain temple being leveled by Sword Qi.
“…
Senior.”
The Corpse Daoist had squatted for a long time, brewing for a long time, he could finally hold back no longer, cautiously he began.
He wanted to ask Jun Shan.
How long they had to squat, how long to watch.
“Shut up.”
As soon as he spoke, he was met with a cold, sharp rebuke.
“…”
The Corpse Daoist closed his mouth, frowning.
But it was too late.
The battle was about to start.
The heavily injured red fish was ready for the final showdown with the last black fish.
However, the Corpse Daoist’s voice disrupted the peace of this small world.
The creek’s surface rippled without reason, frightening the two small fish into giving up their confrontation and swimming upstream.
This creek originated from the Longevity House’s Cave Heaven Spiritual Treasure “Tiger Creek Cave Heaven.” Although it was currently outside, the source was connected to the Spiritual Treasure.
Within three or four breaths, the red and black fish vanished without a trace.
“???”
Seeing this, the Corpse Daoist broke into a cold sweat.
Are you serious?!
His face stiffened, slowly turning his head, fearing to catch a hint of disgust in the other’s eyes.
Unfortunately, his cultivation was inadequate.
Looking at Jun Shan was like peering into an abyss, unable to discern any emotion.
Corpse Daoist waited anxiously for a moment.
The Daoist child surprisingly didn’t get angry, just quietly watching the two fish leave.
If it were before, he might have furiously punished the Corpse Daoist for interrupting at the crucial moment, but having experienced a rebirth, his thoughts had changed.
Squatting here, what he sought was merely a conclusion…
Whether the red fish lived or died, it was all an outcome.
However, the end of the battle, with the red fish returning to the Tiger Creek Cave Heaven…
this too was an outcome.
Fate, fate.
What he observed was no longer victory or defeat, but fate.
The Corpse Daoist’s interruption was merely a part of this fate.
True Master Jun Shan withdrew his gaze, slowly standing up, indifferently saying: “What did you want to say just now?”
“Senior, I didn’t mean to.”
The Corpse Daoist, knowing he had disrupted things, quickly apologized, humbling himself to the lowest point, speaking in an almost fawning voice: “Junior came today to bring you and Brother Qianlian to inspect the ‘Pure White Mountain’ Secret Realm.
The other inspectors from the other Zhanjiao Mountains have already set off…
With the battle imminent, we must explore the route.”
“…”
True Master Jun Shan slowly raised his head.
His gaze met Qin Qianlian who was lying on a chair in a bamboo loft, resting.
“Martial Uncle.”
Qin Qianlian closed his book, stood up, smiling: “You’ve finished watching?”
Everyone in the Taoist community knew that True Master Jun Shan was a strange person.