Chapter 99: CH 99

Chapter 99: Mo Yuan’s Memories

Song Qingshi’s face was covered in tears. His voice had gone hoarse from crying. The uncomfortable feeling finally faded, but the matter wasn’t over yet. He needed to face it firmly and finish everything he needed to do. Feng Jun asked for some water for him. He cleaned his body and rested for a bit. Feng Jun then took him to a remote field and put up various shielding formations. He then had him take the medicine again, ruthlessly starting another round of torment, until his Golden Core was formed. 

The sky grew thick with dark clouds. The Lightning Tribulation was approaching.

Feng Jun was afraid that Heavenly Dao would not abide by the rules, so he took all protective measures to guard him by his side.

Fortunately, the difficulty of the Lightning Tribulation this time was normal, and nothing unexpected happened.

Song Qingshi took medicine to temporarily restore his physical strength. He forced himself to raise his spirits and concentrate. He skillfully moved about the twin fires in his body. With countless magical instruments and spells, he successfully passed the test of heaven and earth. In the end, the dark clouds dispersed. His body and Golden Core, thru the tempering of the thunder and lightning, became even more perfect. 

It was finally over.

Song Qingshi was lying on the ground, feeling like his whole body had been hollowed out. He was tired and he was aching all over. He couldn’t even move a finger. Feng Jun came over. Concerned, he asked a lot of questions and said a lot of gentle words, but Song Qingshi couldn’t hear him at all. He only had time to say a heartfelt “thank you” to Feng Jun before he fainted.

Feng Jun hugged him into his arms. Once he checked that there were no problems with his Golden Core he finally felt relieved. He gently kissed the messy hair of the person in his arms. He wanted to let go but was reluctant to part with this clean scent he had been longing for day and night. This was the entanglement in his heart, as if he had been poisoned by addiction.

“There is no need for thanks.”

“Everything you had before, I will find for you; I will give you everything you want…”

“Body, heart, life, soul, everything I have, I can give to you…”

“Let me be your only answer…”

… 

The next day, Song Qingshi was sore all over. He didn’t want to get up. With a robe draped over him, he lay on the chaise couch, studying prescriptions. Feng Jun was preparing a pill furnace and alchemy workshop for him. He planned to use the resources at hand to refine a batch of basic pills. Knowing that he was good at alchemy, the Heaven Martial Sect happily provided many medicinal materials, hoping to get a portion of the finished products.

Song Jincheng came to visit with some buns from Rong Gui Lane. Finding him listless and his voice hoarse, he looked guilty for some reason. For a long time, he appeared as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t. He then asked carefully, “Did you suffer a serious hardship last night?”

Song Qingshi remembered last night’s difficulties. He was ill at ease from head to foot. He felt as if ants were still crawling all over him. He moved his body with difficulty and not wanting to talk about this topic, said, “En, it’s all over.”

The rims of Song Jincheng’s eyes turned red. “Have you taken medicine?” 

Song Qingshi answered honestly, “I have.”

“That’s good,” Song Jincheng saw that although he had endured the pain, his body seemed to be okay. His will was strong and he had no thoughts of suicide. He also had no intention of blaming himself. He finally felt relieved and thoughtlessly comforted him, “There’s nothing that can be done about this kind of thing. If you broaden your heart, there is no obstacle in the world that you would not be able to get through.”
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He wanted to say a few more inspiring words but seeing Feng Jun’s figure from a distance, like a mouse who’d seen a cat, he immediately slipped away with his tail pressed down.

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He would definitely obediently listen to Feng Jun and be a boyfriend of Confucius' Twenty-four Filial Exemplars.

Although he was not as amazing, not as beautiful, and, it seems, not as rich as Feng Jun? But he will cultivate diligently. He’ll buy a big house, buy a luxurious magic ship, then buy a ring to propose.  They’ll hold a ceremony for their ceremony to be Daoist companions. Not a single step will be missed. He mustn’t let others make fun of Feng Jun for settling for a useless a man who freeloaded off him.

With courageous spirit, Song Qingshi planned the future while refining pills. 

…

After busying for several days, the Heaven Martial Sect was finally prepared to enter the formation and solve the puzzle. The Fen Shen ancestors set up a large defensive formation, and then hundreds of disciples gathered on the martial arts field, sitting properly, silence reigned all around. Feng Jun quietly summoned his red bird incarnation and had it stay nearby, being vigilant and wary of his surroundings.

Sword Master Mo Yuan’s puzzle formation was not dangerous. You could give up answering the puzzle at any time, choosing to fail and withdrawing from the array.

Everyone has only one chance to enter the formation and solve the problem. They won’t be able to come back after they quit. 

After Yuwen Yan explained the rules to everyone, Song Qingshi let the two Strange Fires appear on his palms. He then slowly condensed them into a red and black lotus flower. This was his Life Artifact and it emerged in his mind after he reached Core Formation. It spontaneously appeared, like it was instinct.

This was probably part of his lost memories.

While Song Qingshi keeping things in mind, he held onto the tiger brace and used refining techniques to evenly distribute the two kinds of Strange Fires onto the copper ring. The iron lotus seeds inside the copper ring moved, making a crisp and sweet sound. The ringing sounded more and more anxious as time went on. It went faster and faster, and then the formations on its surface lit up one by one, emitting a magnificent golden red halo, which gradually spread like mist, covering the entire martial arts field.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and their surroundings turned quiet. 

Song Qingshi’s consciousness went dim. He waited for a long time and then, the fog dispersed and his surroundings became clear. He was surprised to find that his body had become smaller, as if… he had reverted back to when he was twelve or thirteen years old. His cultivation level had also fallen back to when he began his Qi-Refining stage. However, he was even worse off than he had been back then. He wasn’t cultivating the Cold Jade Technique, instead he was practicing a rubbish technique that could be seen everywhere. Fortunately, he was young, and his body was so weak that there was only a small flame left of the twin flames in his body. It was so small it was only enough to light fire in the kitchen. He was just barely able to suppress it with his spiritual power. He had no mustard seed bag, no spirit stones or any valuables. He only had a few golden needles and a few simple herbs in his pocket.

The passing cultivators threw disdainful glances at him. A kind female cultivator threw a broken piece of silver to him.

Song Qingshi looked at his tattered clothes and the mud under his fingernails, gotten by digging for herbs. Dejectedly, he thought about it for a long time. Suspecting that the other party had thought him a beggar, he picked up the silver and wanted to give it back to the female cultivator. However, he found that he couldn’t speak. He could only utter simple sounds.

The kind-hearted female cultivator’s eyes became even more filled with pity. She gave him two more silvers and told him to buy himself something good to eat. 


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Song Qingshi cupped the silver in his hands and became even more dejected.

At this moment, a very classy man’s voice resounded in his mind. The way he spoke was a bit like Feng Jun, but it was lower, with an indescribable sadness. “Excuse me, are you willing to save me?”

When Song Qingshi heard the question, he immediately became spirited. He quickly replied, “Yes!”

He was a doctor. Saving people was his expertise! 

The voice in his mind disappeared. After a long while, the task appeared in Song Qingshi’s sea of ​​consciousness:

The novel “Record of a Blossom Floating on the Sea of Retribution” was about a beautiful young man named Qu Yurong. He was originally the tsundere little son of a famous composer in the immortal realm. He was pampered with a life of luxury. He was praised like the moon the stars cupped themselves around. However, the good times didn’t last long. The Qu Family encountered an enemy’s violent treachery and was exterminated. He lost all his backing. The enemy discovered his water-type single spiritual root body and stunning beauty. He deliberately humiliated him and sold him to the most famous flower house in the immortal realm, making him into a xiao guan. The succeeding content was inharmonious. It was a story of gratitudes and resentments that involved several men. Lord knows why these men would love him while using all sorts of tricks to torment him. In the end, he finally sunk into bedroom matters and understood its pleasures. He obediently became the exclusive domain of these men, and led a happy life of being pampered.

Song Qingshi was blinded by reading it. He felt that there was a problem with the author’s three views. From a psychological point of view, Qu Yurong was suffering from severe Stockholm syndrome. His so-called love was just tortured into becoming a habit. The prisoner took those little bits of tenderness as love and convinced himself to sink.

Now, Qu Yurong had just been sold into the xiao guan brothel and was undergoing pre-job training. 

His task was to rescue Qu Yurong from misfortune and let him live a truly happy life.

Song Qingshi felt that the task wasn’t difficult. Although he had never done it before, he had an inexplicable feeling that he was very good at this kind of things and he was brimming with confidence.

He was geared up to go at it. He immediately chose to accept the task and confidently went to the Tian Xiang Pavilion described in the book and this pitiful boy named Qu Yurong.

The identity arranged for him by the Formation World was that of a mute who gathered medicinal herbs for a living. When Song Qingshi passed by the store, he looked at himself in a mirror and found that his body was very similar to when he was a child in the immortal realm. He was short and thin to the point of being skinny. His skin was sallow. He had a wretched appearance with eyes that were too big for his features and hair that was sparse and fizzled.  He was a very ugly person. He pondered the matter and his guess was that the formation had adjusted his appearance according to the original tasker, and thus he was reinstated to his childhood appearance. In any case, his actual appearance would be restored when he leaves. There was no need to let it bother him. 

Being mute did not affect his being able to write.

Song Qingshi found a wooden board and wrote the words Tian Xiang Pavilion. He asked people using gestures. Along the way, he encountered more than a dozen “illiterate” people. After doing this over and over for a long time, he remembered that during Sword Master Mo Yuan’s time, they used ancient script. After changing the font, he finally met a kind person and got the correct answer. He jogged all the way towards his test paper.

He used to be a rough cultivator. He had no friends, spent most of his time in the mountains or in his house. He had never been to a brothel.

For a long time, Song Qingshi stood at the entrance of Tian Xiang Pavilion, thinking how a minor could get in. A passing pimp glanced at him and thinking he was a child who had come to sell himself, wanted to pull open the door. But when he looked at him, he felt that he was too ugly to sell. So, scoffing twice, he immediately shoo-ed him to the side. 

Looks like selling himself to get it was a no-go too…

Song Qingshi circled Tian Xiang Pavilion, and suddenly remembered what Song Jincheng had taught him — climb over a wall or burrow through a hole.

When he had expressed his disapproval of climbing over walls, he meant that he didn’t approve of using it to be a guest at a friend’s house or using it to do bad things. This didn’t include climbing over a wall to avoid danger or to rescue people.

Now, his exam required him to climb over the wall as an answer to a question. In that case, up he went. 

Without any psychological pressure, Song Qingshi observed his surroundings and made sure that no one was around. He then jumped and climbed up the fence using the big tree next to him.

Tian Xiang Pavilion was an immortal realm brothel. A defensive formation had been lain in the wall. When it was touched, it would give out a warning.

This kind of ancient barrier was very simple and crude. Song Qingshi studied it a little and easily found the position of the eye of the formation. He used a stone to quietly tear a hole through it. He then changed the formation, leaving a hole and then, he snuck in.

It was high noon. It was the brothel’s time for rest. It was quiet everywhere, and there was no one around. 

He mobilized his spiritual power to make a hand seal. He hid his presence and manipulated a few butterflies, borrowing the eyes of the insects to investigate the surrounding situation. He successfully avoid the guards, and stealthily made his way to the rear of the property where the xiao guan’s lived…

“Who are you?”

Suddenly, he heard the voice of a young man as well as the faint sound of iron shackles.

Song Qingshi was taken aback and looked around. Finally, he found the window of a basement. Through the window he could see, sitting inside, was a thin and weak boy dressed in ragged clothes. He was only about fourteen or five years old. His skin was pale from lack of sunlight. He was suffering from chronic malnutrition and was extremely thin. His feet were locked with long iron chains. The chains seemed to have been tied for a long time; they’ve rubbed bloody wounds around his ankles. His hands were firmly tied behind his back. His whole body was covered with traces of abuse. 

He slowly raised his head. His face was marked with two long scars. Like a beautiful jade marked with a flaw, it made him especially eye-catching. It ruined his features that were originally beautiful enough to cause the fall of a city.  His beautiful phoenix eyes couldn’t focus. It seemed that he couldn’t see anything… …And there was a small red teardrop mole under his left eye.

Song Qingshi was stunned.

Even though the boy’s age and appearance were slightly different, and the feeling he gave off was a little different too, he still recognized that this was Feng Jun’s appearance.

He hurriedly faced the window and wanted to ask who the other party was. He tried hard for a long time, but the only sounds that came out from his throat were slight squeaks and creaks. 

The boy listened for a long time. He couldn’t understand what he was trying to say, but he knew that someone was still looking at him. He gently dragged the iron chains around his feet and changed his posture to show his thin waist and perfect long legs. He then smiled, with bewitching seduction in his gentle voice, with words wrapped in honey, he wanted to lead the prey into his sweet trap.

“I haven’t heard your voice before. Are you not from here?”

“Please save me, okay? I am willing to serve you.”

“My body is still clean. I haven’t been touched by any guest. Would you like to have my first time?” 

“Are you asking my name?”

“My name is Wuhuan.”

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