After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

Feng Xuan still lived in Zhujian Xiaozhu most of the time.

This place had completely become an ornate building secluded in the deep mountains.

Occasionally, brave hunters who came up the mountain to hunt would glimpse this mansion that seemed not of the mortal world in the misty deep mountains, and immediately felt as if they had entered a fairyland.

Sometimes Feng Xuan was also quite mischievous. If hunters encountered him sunbathing in the courtyard of Zhujian Xiaozhu, he would be in a good mood and converse with the mortals. Most mortals who saw him couldn’t move, probably because they had never seen such a beautiful person – even the ladies in the imperial palace couldn’t compare to a thousandth of this youth’s beauty.

If he was in an even better mood.

He would even take the mortals who encountered him for a tour of the Chaotic Sea.

Since Qi Zhuoyu used his primordial spirit to suppress the Chaotic Sea, his primordial spirit had become the source of spiritual energy for the Chaotic Sea.

The great snow and crimson sky that had covered the Chaotic Sea for tens of thousands of years were swept away by this abundant divine power. Now, like the divine realm, there were sunrises and sunsets. There were clear days and summer rains, the four seasons rotated, and the sea surface was covered in misty fog, dreamlike and illusory.

The mortal stared in a daze, murmuring. “Is this the Penglai Immortal Mansion of the East Sea… Are you an immortal?”

Feng Xuan: ? What’s Penglai Immortal Mansion? But he was indeed an immortal.

Feng Xuan didn’t dare let mortals stay too long.

After all, the flow of time in the demon realm and divine realm was different from the mortal world.

The hunter had only stayed in the demon realm for a moment.

Returning to the small town at the foot of Misty Mountain, fifty years had passed in the mortal world.

Somehow, this story spread from this small town.

It was said that an immortal lived in Misty Mountain, with a face like the moon in the sky, skin like ice and bones like jade, the most beautiful person in the world couldn’t compare to even a fraction of him. Not only that, a mortal had once accidentally entered the immortal mountain and was taken to tour the Penglai Immortal Island. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years had passed when they returned to the mortal world.

It was even written into something like “A Tour of Misty Mountain”.

By then, the emperor of the human race was already who knows how many generations removed from Li Chaofeng’s nephew. A hundred years after the fall of the immortal mansion, spiritual energy was scarce in the mortal world, and there were no more orthodox immortal cultivation sects, only some hermit cultivators hidden among the populace. And those stories of cultivating to become immortals had become legends.

The emperor, hearing of this, invested greatly in resources, making countless carriages and treasure ships, in order to pursue immortality, he specially came to Misty Mountain to seek immortals.

He nearly annoyed Feng Xuan to death.

This emperor was quite persistent.

Even though he had set up layers of barriers outside the Misty Immortal Mansion, and mortals could no longer find Zhujian Xiaozhu, he still came every few days.

This matter was finally resolved by Li Chaofeng.

The solution was also very simple. When the emperor was dreaming at night, he suddenly dreamed of his ancestor from eighteen generations ago, who knows how many “great”s to add before grandfather. As soon as he entered the dream, he gave the emperor a big slap to warn him not to keep going to Misty Mountain to bother people, and if the emperor didn’t want to rule, they could find someone else to do it.

When the emperor ascended the throne, he had heard this legend in the palace secrets.

It seemed that four hundred years ago, their Li family had indeed heard that a prince had an immortal fate, and later pursued some immortal and gained enlightenment to become an immortal. The Li family dynasty could still sit firmly on the throne of the human empire today precisely because of this prince’s blessing.

Just didn’t expect that after the great-great-great-great-great-grandfather became an immortal.

How come his temper was still so volatile?

So Feng Xuan never again encountered mortals coming to disturb him.

He would also transform into a mortal and go down to the town to play.

He would also sit in the taverns, listening to the storytellers below tell those tales of gods and demons.

The tavern where Qi Zhuoyu first brought him on a date was long gone.

Forget about the tavern, even the original town had disappeared long ago. The current town was slowly gathered here by the migration of mortals later.

Before he knew it, in the blink of an eye.

He had actually been entangled with the big devil for so many years.

Back when he shattered the Divine Soul Lamp.

He truly hadn’t imagined that he would later encounter so many ups and downs in his story.

On this day, he came to the tavern to listen to storytelling as usual.

This was Feng Xuan’s new hobby. Sometimes listening to mortals make up those stories about immortals was quite enjoyable.

However, today he felt a bit restless, listening to the stories absent-mindedly.

It was as if something he had been longing for in his heart for a long time was finally about to be realized today.

The premonition grew stronger and stronger, until finally.

When the waiter suddenly appeared at his table and called out to him. “Young Master Xiao Qi?” The name that no one had mentioned for who knows how many years suddenly rang in his ears, catching him off guard.

“Guest, may I ask if you are Young Master Xiao Qi?”

“What is it?” Feng Xuan felt as if his voice was coming from somewhere far away.

The waiter hurriedly said, “There’s a gentleman downstairs who asked me to inquire when Young Master Xiao Qi plans to finish his meal?”

The waiter recalled what that man had said and relayed it faithfully, “He said, Senior brother has come to take you home.”

As soon as the words fell.

The “Young Master Xiao Qi” before him suddenly vanished into thin air.

“Oh my goodness!” The waiter fell to the ground in fright.

Someone at a nearby table asked curiously. “Waiter, what’s all the commotion about?”

The waiter came to his senses, quickly knelt on the ground chanting “Amitabha”, and hurriedly said, “I just saw an immortal! It’s that immortal from Misty Mountain!”

He had long known there was an immortal on Misty Mountain, but he never thought he’d see a real one!

In an instant, the tavern was suddenly crowded and bustling with noise.

As for the immortal from Misty Mountain appearing once again in the mortal realm, that became another legend in unofficial histories.

At this moment, Feng Xuan was running towards Zhujian Xiaozhu almost eagerly.

He swore, even when he was studying at Shangqing Academy and running late for morning classes, he had never run this fast.

All the scenery in the mountains retreated beside him.

In an instant, it seemed he had returned to when he shattered the Divine Soul Lamp and first descended to the mortal realm.

Feng Xuan seemed to run past many places. Those buildings that had long since become ruins appeared vividly before his eyes at this moment, as if yesterday was replaying.

He ran past Qingyun Peak, past Shangqing Academy, past the Punishment Platform, and then past Langhua Hall.

Finally, slowly, a corner of Zhujian Xiaozhu gradually came into his view.

In front of Zhujian Xiaozhu’s courtyard.

A man stood with his back to him, still wearing that dark-colored robe he most often wore, a round-collared buttoned robe, with a long dark cyan gauze trailing on the ground, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and slender figure.

In an instant, the man turned around.

It was a pair of unforgettable peach blossom eyes, the bottom of which rippled, glistening with moisture, just like when they first met.

It seemed as if something had changed.

Yet it also seemed as if something hadn’t changed.

Only that Wutong tree that Qi Zhuoyu had planted for him with his own hands.

Its branches and leaves were lush, clustered and extending in groups, still verdant and flourishing after a hundred years.

Qi Zhuoyu stood under the Wutong tree, leaning sideways, as if boneless.

His voice was casual and lazy, just as he had called him countless times before, “Xiao Qi, come here.”

Like an ordinary afternoon.

As if Feng Xuan had just finished classes at Shangqing Academy, carrying his little bag.

He stepped over that small path connecting to the rising sun.

Running towards Qi Zhuoyu, then throwing himself into his arms.

He heard his own muffled voice, with a hint of crying, “Senior Brother!”

The bitterness of this love.

Had finally come to an end.

 

~Fin~