An Immortal Master Kneels Before Village Chief Bu – Grandpa and Grandson
While Mu Yu had almost recovered completely after the day long reprieve, he still did nott have a strategy to escape due to the discrepancy in cultivation levels.
“You massacred an entire city?” asked Village Chief Bu, sitting under the banyan tree at Dustfallan Precipice. “You’re joking, right?”
“I’m not. I’m not hiding the truth because I want you to know the real me,” Mu Yu stated.
“But… But why? What happened to our promise to drive off the elemental demons?”
“… I can’t be an immortal master of justice. Perhaps my upbringing shaped my views. Sorry, Grandpa.”
“Old Conartist, you should be questioning what those cultivators did to incur Mu Yu’s wrath. As if he’d just go on a murder spree. If you ask me, they asked for it. They wanted to sell Mu Yu out as part of a deal with elemental demons. You think it’s right for them to do that?” Xiaoshuai opined.
“They wanted to sell you out? You could’ve saved them!”
“I thought I could save the world when I was a kid. Once I grew up, I learnt that not everybody deserves to be saved. The only people I can save are those I care about.”
Dapples of golden light hit the trio as the leaves on the branches performed the intermission dance.
“… You thoroughly deliberated whether you decisions were right or wrong prior to acting on them, correct?”
Mu Yu inhaled deeply and bobbed his head. “I don’t believe I was wrong.”
Though Village Chief Bu still could not quite comprehend Mu Yu’s thinking, he assuaged, “In that case, I won’t judge you. I’m sure you know what you’re doing.”
The trust instilled in Mu Yu unlocked the energy that eluded Mu Yu all this time, refurbishing his body to with Ascension Realm qi that he opted to hide for the meantime. The reason he chose to hide his cultivation was because he did not want to be an Ascension Realm cultivator to Village Chief Bu but the grandson to the latter that he grew up as.
“Thank you, Grandpa.”
“So… this ninth immortal thing you mentioned means that I have eternal life?”
“Precisely. As long as you don’t suffer fatal injuries, you will never die. That is why everyone has done everything in their power to protect you just as I will. Be honest with me: how long have you lived for?”
“Uh… I’m a hundred and twenty one this year. Now I know why I have such a long lifespan. I always thought my long lifespan was a product of my lifestyle. You know I turn in early and follow a routine life. Whenever anyone asks for the secret to my lifespan, I always tell them to wake up early to exercise. I stopped aging once I turned seventy; I thought it was thanks to my diligence with daily exercise.”
“Hahaha, I remember you used to always make us do morning exercises before you started story time and made us repeat, ‘Morning exercise keeps the body healthy. Bounce and bounce, and you’ll enjoy longevity.’ Anyway, immortals are vital to this world. Very vital. Those white chicken monsters want to harm you, so you must take care.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I wouldn’t have been fooled if you did.”
“Without any cultivation, you would be in danger. I was worried you might unintentionally reveal yourself during story time. Moreover, cultivators often come in search of disciples, so… You would’ve believed Third Heaven Palace anyway, wouldn’t you? After all, you revere cultivators. That’s why I figured it’d be safer to keep the secret from you until necessary.”
“I was worried about you, brat,” grumbled Village Chief Bu.
“I know. That’s what they leveraged. Regardless, I’m glad you’re safe and sound. I’ll protect you from now on.”
“Wait, does that mean I have to be part of the procession that sees you off to the next life?” Tears welled up in Village Chief Bu’s eyes at the very thought of being the one to attend his grandson’s funeral.
“Can you reserve those tears for when I actually die?”
“Hahaha, Mu Yu is also immortal, Old Conartist. You’re always cracking me up!”
“Really? That’s more like it. Now we can take turns sharing stories with the kids. I’ll take the even number dates, and you can take the odd dates.”
Mu Yu rubbed his temples, unable to adapt as fast as Village Chief Bu, who also took on board the information faster than anyone would expect. “If we have the chance to do so, I’m down.”
“Hey, since I’m immortal, can I also become an immortal master? You know, I love fighting those white chicken monsters now,” effused Village Chief Bu, holding his hands out in his blast pose.
“You want to become an immortal master?”
“I have plenty of time to grow as strong as you now. Heck, I can be your student.”
“You can’t become an immortal master, Gramps.”
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