Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Chapter 30

Translated by  Blob Translations (Nanming & Ars) 

The last chapter of volume Ⅰ, and this is a sad one...

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Chapter 30: 

Cheng Qian was transfixed by his master's form of address. He wasn't sure at first if he should call the other side "martial grandfather".

Just a year ago, when Cheng Qian first walked into Fuyao Mountain, he had blindly thought that this was an illegitimate yet somewhat decent sect.

It was completely understandable of him to think that way; after all, apart from the knight-errants, which folk stories didn't describe sects deserving to be called such as having great bunch of people fighting and scheming against each other?

Whereas Fuyao Sect only had a sect leader with a handful of callow kids—even gangs of youths in rural areas were perhaps much larger than this.

But in the last couple of days, Cheng Qian had found out one after the other that he had not only a martial uncle, but also a martial grandfather. Though that wasn't something he'd be proud of at all.

Just taking a look at his martial uncle who had the power to perform astounding feats, and his martial grandfather, the top demonic cultivator in this land, and then taking another look at his pitiful master, Cheng Qian couldn't help but wonder if Fuyao Sect existed just to elucidate to the world the meaning of "While the priest climbs a post, the devil climbs ten."

And moreover, between "a poultry sect"1 and "the headquarters of demonic cultivators", Cheng Qian dithered over which suited Fuyao Sect better.

After being recognized, Lord Beiming sighed a bit. Then the black mist around his body cleared up to reveal his true face.

He had neither the demeanour of a transcendent being nor the fierce features of an ogre. He was, on the whole, an ordinary person.

His sunken eyes added a touch of handsomeness to his visage. But beyond that, this legendary grandmaster of all devil magic was actually an unimposing middle-aged man—a haggard man with a sallow face and fine shades of grey at his temples.

Tucking his hands into sleeves, Lord Beiming stood near his lonely corpse. Then he waved his hand and said, "Rise, Xiao-Chun—you never knelt to me when I was alive, so why bother doing it now?"

Muchun Zhenren readily stood up as he was told and laid Puddle down, letting her go to Cheng Qian. Then he said in a rather casual manner, "I'm visiting a grave, anyway; of course, I'm supposed to kneel to my ancestor."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He found it was a tradition of Fuyao Sect to show very little respect to one's elders and masters.

"I thought you were dead and that your primordial spirit had reincarnated. That was why I had even mistaken Xiao-Qian as your reincarnation, since his bazi2 was the same as yours, and that mulish disposition of his was so like you. But I'd never thought... that your souls lingered in this world by attaching to three copper coins." Muchun Zhenren briefly paused before he carried on with a sense of grievance, "Master, since you had to attach to something, why did you choose copper coins? Even if you couldn't find gold, silver ingots also work great!"

When Lord Beiming was shrouded in black mist, his aura as the grandmaster of all devil magics oozed from every pore, making people readily prostrate themselves in worship. Whereas when he unveiled himself, it wasn't like that at all.