, but he could only access the first chapter still.
It seemed like he had to follow the instructions of the first chapter in order to read the next… Mo Tianliao scratched his head and dressed up. He was going out to find someone to talk to and see where the fruit-scented trees might be.
There was no one at the mountain peak. Mo Tianliao glanced at the desolate Qingning Palace and couldn"t resist turning there to have a look. The entrance to the inner hall was still tightly shut, Master was still in closed cultivation.
He couldn"t help but sigh. Even if he couldn"t find an answer to his questions, it would have been nice to admire Master"s beauty. Ever since he had met Master, the good-looking men and women of the sect seemed to lack something now. For example, the looks of the lovely Suxin from yesterday could have earned her a spot amongst his forge workers in his past life. However, now, he could only feel that she looked… ugly.
Mo Tianliao went to the nearby mountain in dejection. There was a platform made of celest.i.te at the top of the mountain, about a hundred feet on each side. A group of disciples dressed in plain colours were now training with swords there.
Their magic weapons shone with silver light, sword qi bursting out from each swing. Mo Tianliao subconsciously came to a halt. This sword technique was exquisite. It looked like the Bird-striking style from the Thousand Suns Sword Manual, except that it had been modified slightly… The style seemed much simpler and much more practical now. Whoever modified it must be a genius!
"Shishu!" The sect member at the front of the group noticed him immediately. It turned out to be the ever-smiling Suheng.
Mo Tianliao nodded in acknowledgement of the greeting. Suheng sheathed his sword and gestured for the rest to do the same, while he quickly walked up to Mo Tianliao and bowed, "Greetings to shishu."
"Are you leading the others in sword practice?" Mo Tianliao looked at Suheng. He had used his soul"s power to check this shizhi yesterday and Suheng was already at the Core stage, so he shouldn"t be practising such basic techniques. The most likely reason was that he was training the more junior disciples.
"No, we"re doing our morning practice." Suheng wiped away the sweat on his brow. When he noticed Mo Tianliao"s confusion, he smiled and explained, "All the second-generation disciples of Woqing Abode have to practise their sword techniques here for two hours every morning, regardless of their cultivation levels."
Mo Tianliao"s surprise showed on his face. His potential had been average in his previous life. He had only made it to the Half-Immortal Stage within three hundred years through hard work and a strong foundation. Every day, without fail, he would practise his spells as well as some physical fighting techniques to strengthen his body. His master was rather exceptional in his way of thinking.
"Is there any type of tree on this mountain that carries the scent of fruits?" Mo Tianliao remembered the reason he had come here and asked.
"Are you going to train, shishu?" Suheng"s eyes were filled with envy. He had heard that his own master, Mo Tianliao"s shixiong, had also practised some mysterious secret technique given by shizu when he had entered the sect. He even knew that the first task was to find some wood with the scent of fruits.
"There are fruit-scented trees growing on the rear mountains where the sun shines. I heard from my master that the trees are about two meters tall and as thin as a baby"s arm. Oh, and that the bark is greenish black."
There was a barrier set on the rear mountains. The second-generation disciples didn"t have access to that area, so Suheng had never seen that fruit-scented tree before.
When Mo Tianliao heard that his own shixiong had also done this task before, the doubts he had about the technique fell away. He found a knife for chopping firewood and headed off to the rear mountains with excitement.
After pa.s.sing through the dark bamboo forest behind Qingning Palace and walking up a small slope, the rear mountains were finally in his sight. There were birds flying in the skies around the lush green slopes, so it didn"t seem like there were any barriers set there.
Nothing blocked his way as Mo Tianliao walked over to the mountains, yet the scenery unexpectedly changed right before his eyes; the peaceful-looking green hills were gone and replaced by a grand mountain filled with strange herbs and dense forests!
According to what his shizhi had said… Mo Tianliao walked one round around the sunny slope and quickly found a group of trees with the heavy scent of fruit. He picked up his knife and tried to chop an old, dry-looking branch.
Thud! His knife bent backwards…
Mo Tianliao looked at the knife in his hands, then back at the branch that was only as thick as his thumb, completely speechless. He turned back down the slope and looked for something else that he might be able to use instead. When he found a black iron rock about the size of a hawthorn fruit in the mountain valley below, Mo Tianliao placed the rock on his palm and tried something, "Burn!"
A greenish wisp of woodfire flickered into life on his palm for a brief moment before disappearing again. He kept trying again and again, until he could finally use the woodfire to melt the iron ore in his palm. Once the ore melted, he quickly rubbed the liquid onto his knife, pulling it straight again.
The black iron ore wasn"t any sort of valuable material, but it was at least ten times harder than this ordinary woodcutting knife. With one more chop, he managed to break off a branch of the fruit-scented tree.
Now that he had enough firewood, Mo Tianliao easily hunted down the deer he needed for the next step. He skinned the deer, let out its blood and took care of the organs inside next to a small creek.
A weaponsmith was still a craftsman at heart. If they could carve out exquisite and complicated patterns, then their skills could also be turned towards processing materials.
Mo Tianliao set the deer up on his newly made roasting pit, then snapped his fingers to conjure up a little wisp of woodfire to ignite the fruit-scented firewood. The fresh branches weren"t well-suited for burning, but woodfire was no ordinary fire. The little bit of flame consumed the wood and a large fire roared to life.
Mo Tianliao gaped a little while holding the dry leaves and branches he had been about to add to stoke the fire. He moved the deer carca.s.s higher so that the fire wouldn"t burn it to a crisp.
An inviting scent of fruit drifted up from the roaring fire, slowly sinking into the deer meat. Mo Tianliao checked his jade scroll, but the next chapter still hadn"t appeared, so he set it aside. There was nothing else to do while waiting for the deer to cook, so he picked up the knife again and started carving one of the deer antlers he had cut off earlier.
Pointy ears, a small body, a long tail… Mo Tianliao looked at the lively kitten figure he had carved and wondered if Mo Xiaozhao had grown up…
Somehow, Mo Tianliao had the feeling that something was watching him. He abruptly turned to look up at the canopy of the trees, only to see a pair of crystal-clear eyes looking right back at him unblinkingly!
Mo Tianliao"s mind turned blank upon meeting those eyes.
The owner of those eyes was a half-grown cat without a trace of colour in its snow-white coat. It was crouching quietly up in the treetops and watching him now. Right above its left paw was a little bracelet inlaid with many precious stones and carved with multiple exquisite-looking patterns. The bracelet was a matching pair with his old wristguard, and it could change size to suit the cat"s growth or movements…
Mo Tianliao grabbed a tree branch and pulled himself up nimbly. He rested his body on the branch and slowly moved his face closer to the kitten.
The white kitten didn"t move at all, seemingly waiting for him to climb up the tree.
"Xiaozhao?" Mo Tianliao called out to the cat in disbelief. Following that, he earned a slap on the face from Lord Kitty.
Mo Xiaozhao didn"t like that name, so it would slap Mo Tianliao every time he called it that.
Mo Tianliao was overcome with joy! He picked the little kitten up and buried his face in its fur, "Xiaozhao… Xiaozhao! It"s really you!"
"Meow!" Lord Kitty abruptly fluffed up in anger.
You d.a.m.n idiot! What are you doing! How dare you rub your face on your master"s belly! This is utter disrespect towards your master!!
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TL Note:
You may address this excellency as Lord Kitty – Mo Xiaozhao 2019 (just kidding)
The author uses 猫大爷 for Mo Xiaozhao sometimes, which I"ve playfully translated as Lord Kitty. When Mo Tianliao uses it, you can imagine a helpless and coddling tone, like for a naughty but beloved pet.
Eg: "Lord Kitty, please stop stepping on my head"
Also, I guess Lord Kitty is out of the bag?
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Mini Glossary
shishu (师叔) – literally "teacher-uncle", term used to refer to a senior cultivator who has the same master as your master
shizhi (师侄) – literally "teacher-nephew", term used to refer to a junior cultivator whose master is your shixiong/shidi (brother under the same master)
shizu (师祖) – literally "teacher-ancestor", term used to refer to a senior cultivator who is the master of your master, similar to a grandfather