Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 797 - 41: Foster Father?! [Seeking for monthly ticket!]_1

Chapter 797: Chapter 41: Foster Father?! [Seeking for monthly ticket!]_1

Penglai, Mirage Mountain.

At the same time as the Southern Sea Ancestor Wu Chao was being slashed to lose a thousand years of cultivation, a similarly dressed middle-aged Taoist had arrived at the Eastern Sea Penglai Upper Sect.

Dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, simple and ancient.

However, this middle-aged man was more handsome and stalwart, and although his face was equally expressionless, he carried a high-cold and vicissitudinal temperament.

He stood in Daoist Cang Sheng’s cave dwelling, facing the Penglai Sect Leader, his gaze sharp.

"Yang Buwei?" Daoist Cang Sheng looked at this unexpected guest, his gaze somewhat hesitant, "You’ve changed too much."

"Stay in that kind of hell for a hundred years, and you’ll change a lot too." The middle-aged Taoist known as Yang Buwei replied indifferently.

"You showing up here must be because of the failure of that matter, right?" Daoist Cang Sheng asked.

"If you had succeeded, I wouldn’t be here at all." Yang Buwei’s tone was still devoid of any emotion, "It should be you looking for me."

"I didn’t fulfill our agreement." Daoist Cang Sheng shook his head, "I now suspect that Shenxu Temple plotted this all along, they must have known what we wanted with that primordial spirit seed, yet they still gave it to me. Because they knew that the demon seed couldn’t be raised and that this could never succeed."

"Shenxu Temple..." Yang Buwei lowered his head, looking at his own palm, "I am Shenxu Temple."

On his right palm was an intricate golden divine rune, like some kind of brand, glowing with strange spirituality.

"You are from Penglai." Daoist Cang Sheng emphasized the word "Penglai" as a reminder, "Don’t forget why we started this."

"I’ve forgotten what should be forgotten." Yang Buwei didn’t seem to care about his words.

"What exactly did you go through in there?" Daoist Cang Sheng asked gravely.

"Unspeakable." Yang Buwei answered coldly.

After a brief silence, Daoist Cang Sheng stared into the other’s eyes, only seeing a coldness that seemed to penetrate the world.

"So, did you come this time to deal with me?" He asked slowly.

Yang Buwei looked at him unflinchingly, "I want your arm, to report back."

"Alright." Daoist Cang Sheng also agreed without hesitation.

He knew that what the other party was talking about was definitely not the ordinary kind of cutting off an arm that could grow back afterwards. Once this arm was gone, it could never grow back in this lifetime, and a substantial part of his cultivation would also fall.

But this was the price he should pay.

Not the price of a mistake, but the price of failure.

Yang Buwei raised his right hand, the divine rune in his palm lit up, carried a curved light, and ——

Daoist Cang Sheng’s left arm was severed from the shoulder and fell with a thud.

Yang Buwei hooked his finger, the severed arm came to his hand, he then said, "Don’t try again on that matter, it’s simply impossible. I only knew how naive we were before after I entered the temple."

"We never had any hope in the first place." Daoist Cang Sheng’s cultivation fell, blood vanished from his face, but his expression was calm. "Did you see any hope for Penglai in Shenxu Temple?"

"Unspeakable." Yang Buwei answered decisively.

He turned around, seeming to want to leave just like that. Despite originating from Penglai and being old acquaintance with Daoist Cang Sheng, he had hurriedly come here just to cut off one of his arms.

Daoist Cang Sheng seemed a bit unwilling, as he was about to leave the cave dwelling, he suddenly asked again, "So is there anything you can say?"

Yang Buwei stopped, was silent for a moment, then said, "I remember a disciple from Shu Mountain. You wanted to kill him last time... right?"

There was a slight pause in his tone, and Daoist Cang Sheng instantly understood his meaning. Although he didn’t know why, he immediately confirmed and said, "Yes, his name is Chu Liang."

...

"Chu Liang?"

Upon seeing the person on the island, Du Wuhen was also somewhat startled.

"Brother Du, you’re safe and sound."

Chu Liang and Lin Bei greeted them from the island, while Elder Mayfly and Du Wuhen levitated ashore.

The last time they were in the Sea Demon, Chu Liang saw Du Wuhen escape, only to be struck down by Yang Buju, Mars. After the battle was over, Du Wuhen was nowhere to be found.

Considering Du Wuhen’s heavy injuries, they thought he had likely perished and his body probably was devoured by some sea demon. The mentor and disciple duo didn’t go looking for him.

Yet, now, they were unexpectedly seeing Du Wuhen, alive and well.

And he was following Elder Mayfly.

"Master, who would have thought we’d meet again here." Lin Bei was way more friendly with Elder Mayfly, stepping forward with a hearty laugh, "Hey hey hey!"

"Indeed, it seems like fate." Elder Mayfly replied: "My brother and I were travelling east along the coast, seeking a peaceful fairyland for cultivation. We took note of the dense spiritual energy on this island and had intended to examine it, only to run into you."

"Brother?" Chu Liang and Lin Bei’s eyes widened in surprise.

Thinking about it, Elder Mayfly has been around since the era of the God Mother in the Southern Sea.

"That’s incredible," Lin Bei gasped, "I thought Du, you only looked old. Who knew you were old enough to be considered a brother to the Elder..."

"No no no." Elder Mayfly was quick to wave his hands in negation, "Du is my older brother."

"Huh." This time, Chu Liang and Lin Bei couldn’t hold back their stunned expressions.

"Here’s the thing..." Du Wuhen hastily explained: "I was at the brink of giving up on life and was about to take my own life when Elder Mayfly saved me. He gave me some comfort. Out of gratitude, I wanted to pay respect to him as a foster father. But he was way too modest and insisted we were sworn brothers... and he insisted on being the younger brother."

"As an old and lowly cultivator, how can I take the position of a father?" Elder Mayfly slowly said, "From now on, elder brother, don’t call me elder, just call me second brother."

Upon hearing this, Du Wuhen made a helplessly look.

This unexpected encounter was even surprising to him. Life really did have its ups and downs. Losing something he always cherished, he had gained a strong ally for a younger brother.

Truly, what’s old is replaced by what’s new.

Chu Liang could only sigh at this. Du Wuhen really had a knack for attaching himself to powerful figures. Previously under the wing of Wei Tiandi and Deng Yixiao, then transferring to Penglai, and now mixing with Elder Mayfly.

Simultaneously, his mind was spinning rapidly, when he suddenly suggested, "If you two are looking for a place to live, why not settle on the Stone Mining Islands?"

"That wouldn’t be right." Elder Mayfly shook his head saying, "I need a lot of spiritual energy for my cultivation. My cultivation usually drains an area dry over a few years and the local spiritual veins will need about a hundred years to recover. That’s why we are looking for unoccupied fairylands. We don’t want to disturb others’ cultivation."

Elder Mayfly’s cultivation methods had always been overly aggressive in absorbing spiritual energy. If it hadn’t been that intense, he might not have been berated by everyone in the Southern Sea, finally becoming the enemy of the sea demons. But it seemed like he had learnt his lesson, and wanted to turn over a new leaf.

"That doesn’t matter. If you can stay for a few years, that would be good too." Chu Liang said enthusiastically, "We aren’t cultivating here. We’re just mining for the Zhenshan stone. We can’t always keep watch here, so having Elder Mayfly staying here would be reassuring."

"Yeah, Master, don’t be so modest." Lin Bei patted Elder Mayfly’s shoulder, "We’re all brothers. What’s the issue if we even gave you these islands? You can cultivate here without worry. Just make sure to ask for any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures you need."

"Ahh..." Elder Mayfly, moved by their words and his hands shaking, exclaimed, "How can I accept this and return nothing? I should swear my allegiance to the both of you as a foster son!"

Seeing him about to kneel and with a face full of excitement, Chu Liang, Lin Bei, and Du Wuhen quickly reached out in unison to stop him, "This is not necessary!"

Chu Liang and Lin Bei felt embarrassed. Who would want a son so old? If they brought him to pay respects at the ancestral temple, their distant ancestors would have to call him brother.

Du Wuhen , on the other hand, wore a terrified expression.

Really?

Just after becoming my sworn brother, he’s pledging to be a foster son to others? Trying to give me two foster fathers, is he?

And look at him going about this. Can you swear to two foster fathers at once?

Isn’t it customary to eliminate one first, then swear to the next...

Chu Liang helped Elder Mayfly stand and said, "Please don’t talk about not being able to return the favor. You’ve helped us against the Sea Demons the last time. It was a huge favor. This fairyland for cultivation is hardly enough as repayment. If you still feel uncomfortable, let’s consider this a transaction."

"A transaction?" Elder Mayfly and Du Wuhen looked at him.

"You are at peace with staying here to cultivate, considering it as safeguarding this island for me. If anyone tries to seize the mine, I just need you to give them the boot." Chu Liang said with a smile.