Free Web NovelChapter 1202: Chapter 1202: The Master’s Trial
So she turned around and hurriedly walked out, but in the next instant Pure Yang Feifei was a bit surprised, because the person who appeared before her turned out to be Hao Shuai, who had taken part in the trial together with them.
"Hao Shuai, what are you doing here? This is a Holy Land; I won’t allow you to mess around here." Pure Yang Feifei was clearly not fond of him and spoke impatiently.
At this time, Chen Tianlong and Lin Wushuang also walked over. When they saw Hao Shuai, they were stunned as well. They really had no idea where this brat had popped out from—he came and went like a ghost, and how did he even know the way to Lingyun Pavilion?
Thinking of this, Chen Tianlong stepped forward and asked, "Hao Shuai, you actually dared to follow us?"
"Hmph, it’s fine for you to come, but not for me?"
Hao Shuai did have his reasons. After several days of recuperation this time, and after taking a few Qi Gathering Pills, he had barely recovered quite a bit of Powerful Qi; he was now back to about eighty percent.
Early that morning, when Hao Shuai learned that Chen Tianlong was heading for Lingyun Pavilion, he couldn’t help but follow. Hao Shuai felt that since they invited Chen Tianlong over, it must be to improve his strength; whatever Chen Tianlong could learn, he could learn too.
After all, Senior Yun Zhonghe didn’t belong to Chen Tianlong alone. Why should all the benefits go to him? So he secretly tailed them all the way here.
In fact, Pure Yang Daoist had already noticed, but he felt this matter was not his to decide. If Senior Yun Zhonghe wanted to see him, then he would naturally be received; if the senior didn’t want to, then coming here would be useless anyway.
"You’re shameless, secretly following us. If you’ve got the guts, go talk to the Sect Leader and have him bring you here. This opportunity is something Chen Tianlong earned by contributing so much to the Celestial Pill Sect. But you, you just snuck along and are thick-skinned enough to cling on and refuse to leave."
Lin Wushuang couldn’t stand it either. He knew what kind of person Hao Shuai was—sinister and crafty.
"Alright, everyone, stop arguing."
At this moment Pure Yang Feifei saw the atmosphere getting a bit heated, so she said to Hao Shuai, "Hao Shuai, you’d better go back. After all, you followed us secretly without my father’s permission. By rights you should be punished, but I’ll let it go this time. I hope you’ll behave yourself."
After speaking, Pure Yang Feifei turned around and started walking toward the courtyard. She had just taken two steps when she suddenly heard a thud. She hurriedly turned back to look and was instantly dumbfounded.
She saw Hao Shuai kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at Pure Yang Feifei at the gate, shouting, "Please, Bingshuang, take me inside, otherwise I’ll just kneel here and never get up."
"You—you’re threatening me?"
Pure Yang Feifei was so infuriated by Hao Shuai that she was at a loss for words. This was a Cultivation Sacred Land; if someone died here, wouldn’t that desecrate the purity of this place?
Besides, Pure Yang Feifei was the type of girl who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Don’t be fooled by how she acted now—once she went home, she was like a little girl, always acting spoiled with Pure Yang Daoist.
"I’m begging you, Feifei, I really want to pay my respects to Senior Yun Zhonghe." Hao Shuai had seen through Pure Yang Feifei’s soft spot, so he just shamelessly clung on and refused to let go.
"You—get up, hurry and go back, or else... or else I won’t be polite to you." Seeing Hao Shuai clinging on like this and refusing to get up, Pure Yang Feifei was anxious out of her mind.
"You can beat me to death, I still won’t leave."
Hao Shuai had already decided that Pure Yang Feifei wouldn’t be able to lay a hand on him.
She knew that no outsiders were allowed to cause trouble inside Lingyun Pavilion. She was afraid that once she left, Hao Shuai would stir up some incident. If her master blamed her then, it would definitely be traced back to the Celestial Pill Sect’s Sect Leader, and wouldn’t her father be implicated as well?
Thinking of this, Pure Yang Feifei let out a long sigh, then glared angrily at Hao Shuai and said, "Hmph, when you follow us later, don’t you dare cause any trouble, or I’ll kill you."
Throwing down those words, Pure Yang Feifei turned and walked straight into the Lingyun Pavilion Courtyard without looking back. Chen Tianlong shook his head, feeling that Hao Shuai was really something else—he actually managed to talk her into it like this.
"Many thanks, Feifei."
Hao Shuai quickly stood up, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a sly smile, and then followed everyone as they slowly walked inside.
Before long, the five of them arrived at a spacious area. It suddenly became lively here—but not the bustle of a vegetable market. There were people practicing martial arts, tempering their bodies, refining pills, forging swords; each activity had its own section.
The five of them walked forward slowly. When the people here saw newcomers, they all curiously cast their gazes over. But once they saw Pure Yang Feifei, they immediately turned their heads away and went back to what they were doing.
Most of the people here knew Pure Yang Feifei and also knew her relationship with Senior Yun Zhonghe. She was Senior Yun Zhonghe’s beloved disciple; if anyone provoked her, they could be kicked out on the spot.
Pure Yang Feifei led the four of them, unimpeded all the way, heading straight for Senior Yun Zhonghe’s residence. After about ten minutes, the five of them arrived at a large courtyard. It was extremely quiet here, and faintly they could hear the sound of a guzheng.
"Hehe, that must be Master playing the zither." Pure Yang Feifei said softly with a smile. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Chen Tianlong’s hearing was extremely sharp, so he had already noticed the zither music. The five of them followed the direction the sound was coming from and slowly walked over.
Before long, by a pavilion, they saw an elderly man with graying hair sitting to the side. Dressed in Daoist robes that fluttered with an air of transcendence, his two white brows curved upward, making him look especially spirited.
At this moment he was leisurely playing the zither, the music gentle and winding, touching the heartstrings.
Pure Yang Feifei didn’t speak; she simply led everyone to stand to the side, quietly watching and appreciating. Chen Tianlong had always liked music. Hearing such a melodious tune, he immediately became engrossed, his heart as calm as still water.
He slowly closed his eyes, fully savoring the charm of the music. Suddenly, Chen Tianlong was startled to find that he had entered a strange dreamscape.
"What is this place? How did I end up here?"
Looking at the unfamiliar scene before him, Chen Tianlong was extremely surprised.
"Young man, this is a dream I’ve created for you. In this dream, the fact that you can see my kindly smile means your nature is fundamentally good and your heart is as calm as water—you are a rare cultivation talent." The old man said with a faint smile.
"Ah? So you’re the old gentleman playing the zither outside. To be honest, your playing is very beautiful, but I still heard a small flaw."
Chen Tianlong felt that since it was a dream, there was nothing to be afraid of, so he voiced the doubt in his heart.
"Oh? A small flaw?"
The old man was extremely surprised. All these years, among everyone in the entire Celestial Pill Sect, no one had ever dared to point out his shortcomings—or rather, no one had been able to hear the flaw in this piece.
"Hehe, yes, a bit of a small flaw."
Chen Tianlong nodded with a smile. Although he didn’t know who this person was, when he looked at the old man’s face, Chen Tianlong felt a sense of intimacy, as if he were looking at his own grandfather.
