Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Chapter 5

Translated by Nanming

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Chapter 5

Yan Zhengming's attitude was impertinent. His gesture of beckoning Cheng Qian was like calling a dog.

His words and behaviors instantly brought Cheng Qian to himself from the amazement.

Cheng Qian had never been liked by others since birth. As a result, he fundamentally felt inferior. As time passed, the sense of inferiority seeped into his bones and transformed into intense self-esteem verging on paranoia. A simple look would be enough to arouse his hostility, much less such an offensive gesture.

Cheng Qian looked as if he'd had a bucket of cold water poured over him in a severe winter. With no expression on his frozen face, he moved forward and evaded Yan Zhengming's outstretched hand, then he routinely bowed to him in salute saying, "First Senior Brother."

Yan Zhengming craned to have a good look at him. With his move, a whiff of perfume of orchids, which was strong enough to expel worms, enveloped Cheng Qian. God knows how many times he had scented his clothes.

But this young master was seemingly bad at reading other's face, at least he didn't take note that Cheng Qian was on the edge of an eruption of anger.

He even leisurely sized Cheng Qian up as if he was examining the goods. He probably reckoned Cheng Qian to be passably pleasing to the eye, as he nodded negligently and expressed his sincere hope for his junior brother regardless of others' reactions.

"Not bad. Hope time will not ruin your face." He said bluntly.

With that, to display the due amiability of first senior brother, the young master stretched himself to brush his palm over Cheng Qian's head and took it as a friendly pat. Then he instructed perfunctorily, "Now I have seen the 'Grievance' and 'Injustice' (make fun of Han Yuan's name), Master, you can lead them off — um, Yu-er [1](a maid), give some pine-nut candies to him... each of them."

Muchun Zhenren's face twitched a bit. He suddenly had a strange feeling that the two kids he brought was not the unworthy apprentice's junior brothers but rather his maids.

... and maids whose appearances weren't very pleasing.

Pine-nut candies were not common candies. They were kept in a small exquisite sachet with every one being plump. There was a glittering and translucent frosting on the surface, giving off an ineffable refreshing fragrance.

In reality, poor children would hardly get the chance to eat such exquisite snacks. But Cheng Qian showed no interest. No sooner had he walked out of the room than he thrusted the sachet into Han Yuan's hand. "This is for Junior Brother." He said offhandedly.

Han Yuan was dumbfounded by his "generosity". Embarrassed, he took it with mixed feelings.

In the world where people like him were all struggling for survival like stray dogs, the little beggar had been accustomed to scrambling for food all the time. Who would have the energy to care for others?

Han Yuan felt a momentary warmth in the heart and got a big, crazy misunderstanding simultaneously — maybe his little senior brother wasn't weak or vulnerable at all. Instead, he was really magnanimous and treated him sincerely.

Muchun Zhenren wasn't easily fooled. He clearly saw Cheng Qian clap his hands with antipathy as if he had touched something dirty. He understood at once that Cheng Qian's giving away his candies was not an act of modesty but because he was purely disinclined to show respect for his monster-like first senior brother.