Young Noble Be Monster Slaying-Chapter 777: Sworn Father?

The Mirage Mountain, Penglai.

While Grand Ancestor Wuchao of the South Sea was struck and lost a thousand years of cultivation power, another similarly dressed middle-aged man arrived at Penglai in the East Sea.

This middle-aged man wore an ancient yet simple azure and black Daoist robe. He appeared far more handsome and upright than the other, yet his expression remained just as unreadable as the other one. However, his demeanor was aloof and carried a sense of weariness and past hardships.

He stood inside Daoist Cangsheng's cave dwelling and faced the sect leader of the Penglai Supreme Sect with a piercing gaze, similar to that of the other mysterious middle-aged man.

Looking at the unexpected guest, hesitation flickered in Daoist Cangsheng's eyes. "Yang Buwei? You've changed. A lot, actually."

The middle-aged Daoist, referred to as Yang Buwei, responded in an indifferent tone, "If you spent a hundred years in that wretched place, you’d change a lot too."

"You’re here because the plan failed, aren’t you?" Daoist Cangsheng asked.

Yang Buwei's tone remained devoid of emotion. "If you had succeeded, I wouldn’t be here. You should have been the one to seek me out."

Daoist Cangsheng shook his head. "I failed to uphold our agreement. I'm beginning to suspect this was the Divine Ruins Monastery’s scheme all along. They obviously knew what we really wanted to do with that primordial spiritual embryo, yet they gave it to me anyway. They must have known it was a devil of an embryo—one that could never be nurtured and sustained. There was never a chance of success, and they knew it."

"Divine Ruins Monastery..." Yang Buwei muttered, lowering his head to glance at his palm.

After a brief pause, he continued, "I am part of the Divine Ruins Monastery."

A golden divine sigil, looking intricate and complex, glowed faintly on his right palm. It was like a branded mark, but pulsing with an eerie glow.

"You are a member of the Penglai Supreme Sect," Daoist Cangsheng said, deliberately enunciating the word "Penglai." Then, as if reminding him, he added, "You must not forget why we started all of this."

Yang Buwei appeared completely indifferent to Daoist Cangsheng’s words. "All that needed to be forgotten has already been forgotten."

Daoist Cangsheng’s voice deepened as he asked, "What exactly did you experience in there?"

Yang Buwei’s response was cold and unwavering. "It cannot be spoken."

There was a brief moment of silence.

Daoist Cangsheng stared into Yang Buwei’s eyes, but all he saw was a piercing coldness—one that seemed capable of seeing through the entire world.

After a moment, he spoke slowly, "Have you come here to deal with me?"

Yang Buwei met his gaze without wavering. "I need to take an arm of yours to report back to them."

"Alright," Daoist Cangsheng said, agreeing without the slightest hesitation.

He understood that this wasn’t just the simple loss of a limb, where he could regenerate the limb after. If he lost this arm, it would never grow back. Worse still, a significant portion of his cultivation power would be severed along with it.

However, this was the price he had to pay—not for violating the rules but for failing.

Yang Buwei lifted his right hand, and the divine sigil on his palm lit up. The intricate lines around it shimmered with an eerie glow.

Swish!

In an instant, Daoist Cangsheng’s left arm was severed at the shoulder and fell to the ground.

Yang Buwei curled his finger, and the detached limb flew into his grasp. He then said, "Don’t ever try again. It was never possible to begin with. Only after entering the monastery did I realize how naive we once were."

With the loss of his cultivation power, Daoist Cangsheng turned deathly pale, drained of all color. Even so, his expression remained calm.

He then asked, "There was never any hope for us... but when you were in the Divine Ruins Monastery, did you see where Penglai’s hope lies?"

“It cannot be spoken,” Yang Buwei answered decisively.

He turned away, about to leave just like that. Though he was born as a member of the Penglai Supreme Sect and an old acquaintance of Daoist Cangsheng, he had come here in a hurry just to slice his arm off.

Daoist Cangsheng seemed unwilling to let it end there. Just as Yang Buwei was about to step out of the cave dwelling, he suddenly asked, “Then is there anything you can say?”

Yang Buwei halted. After a brief silence, he finally spoke. "I remember a disciple from Mount Shu... You wanted to kill him last time, didn’t you?"

Yang Buwei's words carried a slight pause, but Daoist Cangsheng immediately grasped the underlying message.

Though he didn’t know why Yang Buwei had mentioned it, he answered without hesitation, "Yes, his name is Chu Liang."

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Upon spotting the people on the island, Du Wuhen was momentarily stunned. B

He uttered, "Chu Liang?"

"Brother Du! You're alive and well."

Chu Liang and Lin Bei stepped forward to greet them, while Grand Ancestor Fuyou and Du Wuhen effortlessly floated ashore.

Back in the Sea of Demons, Chu Liang had watched as Du Wuhen charged torward the exit, only to be struck down by Yang Bujue of the Celestial Charm Sect. By the time the fight ended, Du Wuhen had already vanished.

Considering how badly injured he had been, it had seemed likely that he had died and his corpse had been devoured by some sea demon. Because of this, neither Chu Liang nor his esteemed teacher had made an effort to search for him.

Yet, Du Wuhen was now standing before Chu Liang, appearing completely unharmed.

And the even more surprising thing was that he was following behind Grand Ancestor Fuyou.

Lin Bei greeted Grand Ancestor Fuyou with familiarity, his voice ringing with laughter. "Heheheh Oldie Brodie! Never thought we’d run into you again!"

Grand Ancestor Fuyou turned to them and said, "It does seem like fate. My brother and I have been traveling east along the coast, searching for a secluded paradise to settle down and cultivate. Sensing the abundant spiritual qi on this island, we came to take a closer look—only to unexpectedly run into you two."

Chu Liang’s and Lin Bei’s eyes widened in shock. “Brother?”

By any reasonable estimation, this old man had gained divine intelligence back in the era of the South Sea's Hallowed Mother. He was extremely old!

Lin Bei gasped and exclaimed, "Good heavens! I originally thought Brother Du just looked old, but now you’re telling me he’s old enough to be Oldie Brodie’s younger brother?"

Grand Ancestor Fuyou quickly waved his hand and explained, "No, no, no. Brother Du is my elder brother."

Chu Liang and Lin Bei, utterly shocked, couldn’t hold it in any longer. "Pffffffffffffffffft."

Du Wuhen hastily explained, "Well, here’s what happened... I had fallen into utter despair and was about to take my own life when I happened to cross paths with Esteemed Senior Fuyou. He saved me and talked me out of it. At the time, I knew nothing of his background, only that I owed him my life. Out of gratitude, I wanted to take him as my sworn father. But who would’ve thought that Esteemed Senior Fuyou was such a humble person? He insisted that we become sworn brothers instead... and even insisted on being the younger one."

Grand Ancestor Fuyou said at a leisurely pace, "This old man has neither virtue nor talent. How could I dare assume the status of a father or an elder brother? From now on, Elder Brother, just call me Little Second Brother."

Du Wuhen's face was filled with helplessness. This unexpected turn of events was almost too much to process. The dramatic highs and lows of his life were an overwhelming and thrilling experience.

He had just lost the bird that had never left his side, only to gain a powerful younger brother in return.

He thought, As the saying goes, "Only when the old departs can the new arrive."

As Chu Liang watched this, he couldn't help but remark inwardly, This guy really has a knack for clinging onto powerful figures. Before, he had Wei Tiandi and Deng Yixiao following him. Then he joined Penglai. And now, he was riding along with Grand Ancestor Fuyou.

At the same time, Chu Liang’s mind spun rapidly before he suddenly suggested, "Since you two are looking for a place to settle, why not stay here on the quarrying archipelago?"

Grand Ancestor Fuyou shook his head and said, "That wouldn't be appropriate. To be honest with you both, my kind’s cultivation method requires us to absorb a vast amount of spiritual qi. Typically, after cultivating in one place for several years, it takes at least a century for the spiritual veins to recover. That’s why we usually choose an unclaimed and remote cave dwelling to avoid disrupting others’ cultivation."

If Grand Ancestor Fuyou hadn't devoured so much spiritual qi while cultivating in the South Sea, he wouldn’t have been scolded and hunted down, eventually ending up as the sworn enemy of the sea demons. Judging by his words now, it seemed he had learned his lesson and was trying to turn over a new leaf.

Hearing this, Chu Liang responded with fervent enthusiasm, "It's not a problem at all. Even if you only stay for a few years, that's great! We're not cultivating here anyway. This is just one of the islands we use for quarrying. We can't be here to guard it all the time, but if you're willing to watch over the islands for us, that would certainly put my mind at ease."

"Exactly, Oldie Brodie, no need to be so polite with us," Lin Bei added, patting Grand Ancestor Fuyou on the shoulder. "We’re all brothers here. Honestly, even if we gave you these islands outright, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Just cultivate here with a peace of mind, and if you need any treasures of nature, ask away."

"Ah..." Grand Ancestor Fuyou’s hands trembled with emotion, and he stammered, "T-this... how could I possibly accept such kindness without repaying you? In that case, why don’t I take you both as my sworn fathers?"

Seeing him overwhelmed with gratitude and about to kneel, Chu Liang, Lin Bei, and Du Wuhen hurriedly stopped him in unison. "Absolutely not!"

Chu Liang and Lin Bei were especially flustered.

Who the heck would take in a son this old? If they ever brought Grand Ancestor Fuyou along to honor their ancestors, even their great-great-great-grandfather in the afterlife would have to call him “elder brother.”

Du Wuhen, on the other hand, looked utterly horrified.

Great. You just swore brotherhood with me, and now you're immediately calling someone else father? And two fathers at that?

Besides, what kind of nonsense is this? Who in their right mind recognizes two people as fathers at the same time? That’s not how it works! The usual tradition is that you kill one father before recognizing another...

Chu Liang quickly helped Grand Ancestor Fuyou up and said, "Esteemed Senior, there’s no need to talk about repaying us. Last time, you helped us fight off those evil spirits and demons and that favor was already more than enough. Letting you cultivate here and use the spiritual veins here is hardly worth mentioning in comparison. But if you still feel uneasy about it, why don’t we just treat it like we’ve made a deal?"

Grand Ancestor Fuyou and Du Wuhen both looked at him in surprise. "A deal?"

Chu Liang smiled. "You can stay here and cultivate in peace. Just consider it as guarding the islands for me. If anyone comes to seize the quarry, just help me drive them away."