Stubborn Old Man
Mu Yu bathed in the amiable golden rays, relaxing against the tree while he watched his old man, the man who was most willing to sacrifice himself for the world, yet refused to admit it, meditate in a chair. Thanks to Mu Yu’s first aid, Ku Mu’s recovery was just a matter of time. In saying that, he devoted time to recuperating because he was still in no shape to venture outside.
“You should be able to speak normally when you have a formation on your neck to combat your stuttering. Why did you still stutter around Goddess Yuyan that day?” Receiving silence for a response, Mu Yu continued, “Let me guess: you want to show your true self to the girl you like?”
“Really? Why does he still stutter around us in our dimension, then?” queried Xiaoshuai, eating an apple to stave off the hunger that woke him.
“Maybe he gave up after his heart broke?” supposed the dragon vine.
“All three of you done?”
“Hehe, you feeling better, Elder?” Mu Yu asked.
“I don’t need your pretence. Either kill me before I can kill you, or I’ll kill you.”
“Why do you like violence so much? You saved my life before, so you can take it whenever you want.”
“I never saved you before, but I will kill you.”
Mu Yu decided to pipe up before the situation grew even more convoluted. “The truth is you’re the ‘Dad’ I mention. You wanted to know who I am, didn’t you? I come from the future, and I am your disciple in the future.”
“Hmph, I wouldn’t accept a trash bag for a disciple”
“Have you heard of World Manifestation Cycle Seal? I came here thirty-four years in the future thanks to it.”
“You wouldn’t be able to get your hands on it, scumbag!”
“D-don’t call me a scumbag! I’m your disciple, for crying out loud.”
Ku Mu tried jumping to his feet. Alas, his wounds pulled him back onto his bottom.
“If you don’t believe me, I can explain how I could use various types of poisons that day. You recognise all of them because I learnt them from you. I also know your Mirror Formation. I even used it to jape Ghost Gate’s members just before.” Mu Yu showed “Profound Formations and “Poison Scripture”, saying, “You recognise these books, don’t you? You authored them.”
“I’ve never written them!”
“Eh? You haven’t started writing books yet? Well, you will write them in the future. You can check them out; I guarantee you recognise everything listed.” Mu Yu gingerly opened a book and edged closer to Ku Mu. “You can look, but don’t ruin my precious treasures.”
“I don’t want to pollute my eyes and mind with garbage a second-rate formation caster wrote.”
“Fine, I shall read for you. ‘Profound Formations’ page one. This page is dedicated to common knowledge disciples of, uh, Formation Sect should know. Okay, skip. The thousands of pages that come after could fry my brain…”
“Shut up!”
Mu Yu shut the book. “I told you I’m your disciple. I came to this dimension because I need to consult you.”
“About what?”
“About… About…” stammered Mu Yu, thinking, He wouldn’t believe me if I told him he would die around thirty years later. He’ll accuse me of being in cahoots with Ghost Gate if I bring up Walk-in Heart Genesis.
“Why did you stop? Guilty? I’ll make you pay for peeping on Yuyan!”
“How about I recount your past, then? You are the master of Pill Cauldron Sect’s Bamboo Peak, but there are no disciples left. Leng Bingxue is your childhood friend. Because of her father’s meddling… What was his name again?”
“Daoist Yuan De,” Xiaoshuai raised his hand and verbalised. “Oh, he mentioned Ku Mu was still wetting his pants at fifteen years old. Surely that’s good enough proof.”
Mu Yu stole a glimpse of Ku Mu’s reaction and lamented to himself, “Good going, Xiaoshuai.”
“Did that old turd send you here?! You’re deader than dead!”
Mu Yu stuffed an apple in Xiaoshuai’s mouth. “Hehe, no, we’re not. He and we aren’t related in the slightest. He told us about that when you took us to Pill Cauldron Sect. I can’t prove future events to you, but I heard you left because he was against your relationship with Leng Bingxue.”
“So it was him who set you!”
“No, it really wasn’t!” Mu Yu displayed his token. “See? You gave me this token when you passed leadership of Bamboo Peak to me years down the road. Surely this can’t be fake, right?”
“You stole the token?!”
“No, you gave it to me!” exclaimed Mu Yu, crying in his head, Someone help me out, man!
“I must be blind to entrust leadership to you, scumbag!”
“Can we not use profanity? It really won’t help you.”
“Don’t feign ignorance, you shameless scum. You better kill me, or I’ll kill you once I’ve recovered!”
“What can I do to convince you?”
“Nothing!”
“Let me see… I don’t know the exact date Celestial Prison was cast, but I know Sword Shadow Dust Gale sought your help to cast it. He also sought the aid of Chen Tiandao, Xie Bulao, Illusionary Clear Rain and…” Mu Yu blew off his steam prior to uttering, “Bai Jie.”
Ku Mu flinched at long last. “How do you know about that?”
“Because I’m your disciple! I told you I’m your disciple in the future who came here looking for you.”
“And I told you I don’t take trash bags as disciples.”
“Let’s put aside this disciple talk. I doubt anyone besides you six know about Celestial Prison, correct? You also used your original soul energy to cast it.”
“You know about original soul energy? How do you know about it?!”
“I already answered that, but you still refuse to believe me.”
“I would never tell anyone about it!”
Mu Yu scrubbed his head roughly.
“We are here in search of a way to revive you because you will die in the future!” the dragon vine blurted.
“Shut it!” Mu Yu chided.
“He won’t believe us unless we tell him everything. Show him Soul Fixing Formation, and he will understand.”
Mu Yu never wanted to divulge that future event for it would become a burden on Ku Mu living in the past.
Ku Mu narrowed his eyes. “I will die?”
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