Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Chapter 19

Translated by  Blob Translations (Nanming & YoshiiQ)

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Chapter 19

Usually, those who grew up together would naturally get close to each other and become good friends. However, this didn't apply to those whelps on the Fuyao Mountain. One was overly coddled, one was always up to mischief, one was extremely detached, and one was unusually slovenly in dressing style and manner... But after the trip to the Demon Valley, the estrangement between the four martial brothers unknowingly melted away, and thus they began to reveal their true nature.

Muchun Zhenren felt very grateful about this at first. But soon he realized, that it would have been better if they had remained the same as they were before.

A mischievous child is only a child; two together makes 1000 ducks; and three combined, seas are overturned; as for four...

Peace has escaped from Fuyao Mountain—

One day, the more and more presumptuous young master Yan hit upon a strange idea that he wanted to put a censer under every junior brother's desk. Thus, the Mission Hall kept emitting smoke that whole day like a large stockpot, while the culprit just slept comfortably in the vast expanse of whiteness like a joyful dumpling floating on the soup.

Li Yun couldn't abide the sight of his cosy sleep. After a flash of inspiration, he took out the formula of "Sweet-Dream Incense".

"Sweet-Dream Incense" was, without doubt, not as good natured as its name. It was said that it could bring people erotic dreams when burnt during their sleep.

Knowing that, Han Yuan volunteered to prepare it.

As everyone knows, Han Yuan always did things topsy-turvy, so what would you expect from a person who couldn't even read characters?

What's worse, the little beggar was also passionate about innovation. He daringly added his own ideas to the formula —he mixed two extra spices to it, which accidentally made the "Sweet-Dream Incense" psychedelic. Then he stuffed it into his own censer expectantly when first senior brother was having a morning nap.

That day, all the creatures around the Mission Hall went crazy.

Two butterflies floundered over master's head, quivering their wings and making it seem as if master was wearing a hairpin of the gaudiest kind.

And Li Yun's new favorite pet—a bellied katydid, crawled drunkenly out of its cage. At some strange pace, it plunged into Cheng Qian's ink slab. Cheng Qian's hand which had been lifting a writing brush, ready to dip it in ink, froze in the air. The flecks of ink on his sleeve were like a cluster of black plum blossoms.

Master had never been so attractive to butterflies that he couldn't even continue reading the sculptures. He pushed Puddle, who climbed onto his head to catch butterflies, back to her basket on his back. Discomfited and exasperated, he rebuked Han Yuan in his drawling voice like a laodan1 singing an opera, and commanded him to put the censor out.

Han Yuan grinned cheekily. He took out the censer from under the table and was about to splash it with a bowl of tea. As Li Yun snickered at his master's new look, Cheng Qian picked out the katydid using two brushes and tossed it into the censer, tittering, "Junior Brother, let me do you a favor."

Li Yun: "Oh no!"

But it was too late. The katydid and Han Yuan's tea had showered on the censer. Those censers that young master Yan brought here all had waterproof charms on them. If you did want to put it out, you'd have to pour the water through some special holes and canals. Being provoked, the waterproof charm fought back right away. A flame leapt up and sputtered, but surprisingly Li Yun's katydid wasn't burnt dead. It scooted out of the fire in a cloak of flames and scurried into master's moustache, leaving a sharp streak of sparks across the air.