The Temple Master Always Wants to Make an Early Appearance chapter 92.2

Part 2

“It is part of the Heavenly Dao after all. If you kill it, someone will really have to sacrifice themselves to the heavens to merge with the Dao.”

Tianqing Daozun fiddled with a long feather as if it were a fan: “A Heavenly Dao with loopholes will still have loopholes even if it successfully advances. A world that has just advanced will have reviving spiritual veins and abundant resources, and with all the Daozun dead, it lacks top-tier combat power.”

“It’s truly a piece of unguarded fat. Perhaps they are hoping you’ll do exactly that.”

“Slaughtering the Heavenly Dao sounds like the kind of job that gets you struck by lightning afterwards. Tanyun, as your master, I only have you as a disciple; even if you really want to kill it, don’t do it yourself.”

Tianqing Daozun lived long and had a high realm; no one dared to take her words lightly.

Yun Xinyang was getting confused: “So are we killing him or not?”

It seemed that whether they killed him or not, it favored the enemy.

Tianqing Daozun: “If you kill him, you find someone to sacrifice to the heavens to repair the Heavenly Dao. Given the current situation, the most suitable ‘patch’ is you, my disciple.”

Yun Xinyang: !!!

Yun Wuxiang didn’t even blink: “Master, stop playing.”

“Your junior’s expressions are much richer than yours. Look at you, keeping that face all day like that dead phoenix.” Tianqing Daozun expressed satisfaction with Yun Xinyang’s reaction, then criticized the unresponsive Yun Wuxiang.

“Master.” Yun Wuxiang called again, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness.

She was still angry about the events in the small world. His exit then had given Song Yilou an excuse to misbehave; recalling that long wedding night not long ago, the bone-eroding entanglement seemed to still be thrumming in his marrow.

During Song Yilou’s wildest moments, Yun Wuxiang felt his bones and soul were being devoured.

The Qingxin Mantra was no longer very useful against Song Yilou; he needed to improve it. The Tianqing energy seemed to work well.

Tianqing Daozun’s dissatisfied snort brought Yun Wuxiang’s wandering thoughts back.

The green-robed Daozun flicked the feather in her hand, her gaze falling on Yun Xinyang: “In the future you know, what technique does this Child of Destiny cultivate?”

Yun Xinyang, who was talking to the System, snapped back to reality like a student suddenly called on by a teacher. He answered without thinking: “The Heartless Dao.”

Then he added: “Then later on, his Daoist heart shattered, and he switched to the Multifarious Emotions Dao.”

“He has many lovers.”

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Tianqing Daozun elongated her tone, sounding meaningful: “Hmm?”

The Chongming Bird sneered: “Love interferes with business.”

Bai Jiao expressed that this wasn’t good: “Many lovers? How can he be so fickle? Not like me, I am only devoted to my Ying San.”

Yun Wuxiang: “Another love story?”

His obedient eldest disciple was nearly kidnapped by the plot into becoming a love-brain; now the World Consciousness was going to be a love-brain itself?

Under everyone’s gaze, Yun Xinyang recounted a story of a peerless genius who smoothly cultivated to the rank of Xianjun, and then gathered a flock of admirers.

Under the gentle and persistent influence of these lovers, the protagonist finally realized the meaning of true worldly emotion, broke through the limitations of his technique, counter-killed the Heavenly Dao, regained his feelings, switched from the Heartless Dao to the Multifarious Emotions Dao, and finally lived happily ever after with his many lovers.

The Chongming Bird criticized: “Ridiculous, how can the Heavenly Dao feel emotion?”

“The Heavenly Dao is heartless? I remember it was very lively when it was striking me with lightning.” Yun Wuxiang remembered how the thunderclouds sneered at him when he first used talismans to collect lightning during his tribulation.

“Exactly, the Heavenly Dao is petty.” Tianqing Daozun, who had also been targeted by heavenly lightning, agreed first, then changed her tone: “The Heavenly Dao has a spirit, but it is also supremely just. It won’t favor any single existence like a mortal.”

Bai Jiao: “Mhm, this protagonist of the Multifarious Emotions Dao sounds more like that so-called virus.”

Yun Wuxiang: “Then before his Heartless Dao shatters, eliminate the virus and return the Child of Destiny to the Heavenly Dao.”

“Indeed. Disciple, does that otherworldly spirit of yours have a way?” the Chongming Bird asked.

Yun Xinyang had a face of pure confusion: I don’t know.

[System 39, do we?]

[…]

[System?]

[I am only a junior system. Although I have a legal operating license for protection, the level of the illegal system might be higher than mine.]

3339 really didn’t want to admit that it, a regular army, might not be able to beat the pirated version. It had the pride of the orthodox!

But it couldn’t help that the other side had so much energy.

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[If I am to clean out the opponent’s virus, I need to upgrade.]

[Host, help me pass a word to the Guanzhu. I beg for a Golden Legend!]

Yun Xinyang rubbed his ear and relayed 3339’s wish to Yun Wuxiang.

The matter circled back to the starting point: cultivation, and taking down Bailing Xianjun.

“The Guanzhu let me out just to find a brat?” Song Yilou hung himself onto Yun Wuxiang the moment he left the cage, biting into his neck. After leaving a tooth mark, he said clingily: “I want a reward~”

The male creature who had just tasted meat was radiating the scent of desire from head to toe.

Yun Wuxiang: “We’ll talk after he’s found.”

Bai Jiao said the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao was hidden by heavenly secrets and likely couldn’t be found, but it wasn’t certain.

Primordial objects were not bound by the Heavenly Dao; by using the Fushenghua to mask their aura, they might find the Child of Destiny before the plot began.

“Notify your clones in the Immortal Realm to find some trouble for Bailing Xianjun.”

“They won’t listen to me.” Song Yilou’s tongue licked the tooth mark, his smile arrogant and triumphant: “They are jealous to death of me and want to tear me into ten thousand pieces.”

“After Shuangxiu, I can also sense those clones. If you can’t move them, then I will—” Yun Wuxiang felt a sting on his lip as the Gu ghost’s teeth bit down, his tongue following immediately after to pry open the teeth and sweep through the mouth.

“Ignore them.” Song Yilou ground his teeth hatefully: “I’ll kill them all sooner or later.”

Yun Wuxiang’s finger brushed the corner of his mouth, healing the bite wound. He grabbed the long hair at the back of Song Yilou’s head, forcing the man to face him: “In a while, I will take some of the Qingdi Guan people to the Immortal Realm. Don’t cause trouble for me.”

“Have the other ‘yous’ clash with Bailing Xianjun.”

Glimmers of light flashed in Song Yilou’s eyes: “Fine, they do the work, and the reward is mine.”

“I want to pre-order my reward~”

Yun Wuxiang held the head that was trying to draw near, as two chains extended from his sleeves, grabbing certain claws that were exploring his robes.

A streak of spiritual light shot over, piercing into Song Yilou’s head—it was a pale green, double-edged willow-leaf blade.

“Scoundrel, get away from my Master!”

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Yun Wuxiang turned to look. Shen Lanqing was glaring deathly at Song Yilou; when he looked at Yun Wuxiang, it turned into confusion and doubt: “Master, are you really going to marry him and make him my Master’s Wife?”

“Where is he worthy of you?” Shen Lanqing hadn’t failed to try finding Song Yilou’s merits, because he believed in his Master’s judgment, but he really couldn’t find any!

Song Yilou had absolutely nothing to do with the “Master’s Wife” of his imagination!

Yun Wuxiang pulled the willow-leaf blade out of Song Yilou’s head: “A new weapon? Against a ghost, you should find the Guihe first; stabbing the head is useless.”

With one hand, he held down Song Yilou’s head as it reached over. With a tug of the chains, the black scorpion was thrown back into the Qiutian Cage.

Yun Wuxiang beckoned to his disciple: “Come here.”

Shen Lanqing strode over, secretly shooting a glare at the cage. When he faced Yun Wuxiang, he was back to being a good disciple: “Master.”

“Song Yilou’s cultivation is higher than yours. If he truly wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t be able to stop him.” When Yun Wuxiang said this, he was still holding the cage containing the Gu ghost. Shen Lanqing’s gaze couldn’t help but drift toward it.

Truly unable to stop him?

Master wouldn’t lie to me.

Two thoughts battled in Shen Lanqing’s head.

“Hand.” Shen Lanqing reached out his hand, and the cool willow-leaf blade fell into his palm.

Yun Wuxiang’s voice followed: “You dare to attack him because I am backing you up. When you have the strength to kill Song Yilou without involving anyone else, then come and express your opinion on our relationship.”

Shen Lanqing looked up, his lips trembling slightly: “So, Master is interested in his cultivation? But there is more than one powerful person.”

“What does cultivation matter? It’s just something that grows naturally with time.” If he hadn’t wanted to lay a more solid foundation, Yun Wuxiang could have pulled his cultivation up to the rank of Jiejun at any time.

“I have killed Song Yilou no less than a hundred times. If it were anyone else, I have yet to see a second existence who could be revived under my hand.”

The red sun of the Demon Realm fell upon the white hair, looking as if a red veil had been draped over the strands.

Yun Wuxiang curled a shallow smile. Light fell into his demonic eyes; the skin of a celestial immortal could finally no longer suppress the demonic soul, revealing a hint of demonic wildness.

“Your master just wants to tell you that I am currently playing very happily with Song Yilou. Do not come to interfere in our game.”

Shen Lanqing stood like a wooden chicken. Certain concepts shattered into dust and collapsed before being rebuilt.

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So, was that how it was?

Translator’s Note:

Bailing Xianjun (百靈仙君): Immortal Lord Bailing (hundred spirits).
Heartless Dao (無情道): A common cultivation path where one severs emotions to advance.
Multifarious Emotions Dao (多情道): The opposite, often involving many romantic partners.
Long Aotian (龍傲天): A slang term for an overpowered, cliché male protagonist.
Jiejun (劫君): “Lord of Tribulation,” a high cultivation rank.
Qiutian Cage (囚天籠): “Heaven-Prison Cage.”
Jiangzi (絳紫): A shade of dark purple/crimson.
Daozun (道尊): Daoist Sovereign/Venerable.