After walking two steps, Old Ma suddenly catches sight of a nearby villager who often drinks at the tavern and grabs him, asking, “What happened ahead? Why is there such a ruckus?”
The villager refuses to stop and continues to move ahead. He speaks loudly, “It seems that a few lord deities from the Thousand Autumn Door have found an evil remnant of the Three Realm Divine Cult who sneaked in here. At this moment, they are engaging him outside the village.”
Old Ma’s body jolts as he subconsciously released his grip. He turns around and looks towards Lu Chen, who is beside him.
He sees his friend frowning slightly with an indifferent look, just that a bizarre light has lit up in his eyes.
Old Ma takes a deep breath and speaks softly, “Let’s return.”
Lu Chen looks at him and replies calmly, “If you were to return now, won’t it seem weird to the others?”
Old Ma eyebrows lock together. He looks at the surroundings and sees that everyone in village are heading towards the direction of the village head. At this moment, if the both of them were to turn around all of the sudden, it would make them stand out. At this moment, Lu Chen pats his shoulder and says, “Let’s go. We’ll take a look together.” After which, he continues walking forward.
Behind him, Old Ma sighs helplessly and catches up.
The two man walks to the entrance of the Clear Stream Village. The fields here are submerged in water, leaving only a 7m wide path leading to the outside. On the road 100m away from the village entrance, five men dressed in similar clothes could be seen. One of them has a cut over his chest and fresh blood is flowing out of the wound, dyeing half of his body in red. However, judging from how he is holding a sharp sword tightly in his hands, it seems he has to yet to give up. The other four surrounds him from different directions. They are holding sharp blades in their hands as they gaze at him in contempt and disdain.
Lu Chen and Old Ma stands in an inconspicuous position among the crowd as they watch the spectacle. The clothes of the five people are indeed what disciples of the Thousand Autumn Door wear normally and of the four who are surrounding them, three of them are youths and the fourth a middle-aged man. The fifth man who is injured looks like he is in his early twenties. He should be the remnant of the Three Realm Divine Cult who is being pursued.
Old Ma scans his surroundings with his peripheral vision. Most of the people among the crowd are watching the battle with eagerness and a little tension in their eyes. No one were paying attention to the two of them. Thus, he silently nudges Lu Chen, a clear questioning look appearing in his gaze.
Lu Chen stares at the youth for a moment and not saying a word, he shakes his head lightly.
For some unknown reason, Old Ma heaves a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the middle-aged man leading the other three from the Thousand Autumn Door points his sword towards the youth and bellows coldly, “Miscreant! Even at the verge of death, do you still not repent?”
The youth is heavily injured. Several emotions flashes across his face as he laughs sadly, “Teacher, I have treated you with respect all along and served you properly. I have never done you any injustice. Why must you treat me so?”
The middle-aged man frowns, slight hesitation appearing on his face. It seems that he is quite fond of this youth, so he suddenly found himself unable to make up his mind at this moment.
Putong, the youth suddenly kneels on the floor and discards the sword in his hands. He inches forward and whimpers, “Teacher, teacher, I know that I’m wrong. Please spare me…”
The middle-aged man sighs regretfully as the sword in his hands slumps. He says, “Our sect has strict rules, not to mention the orders from the Immortal Alliance. There is nothing I can do. If only you didn’t go down the wrong path. But, forget it. Given how you were once my disciple, I will…”
As he speaks, the crowd around him listens attentively. However, in a certain corner in the crowd, Lu Chen suddenly humphs. Old Ma beside him is surprised by his action and turns to look at him. Right at that moment, someone suddenly shouts, “Shishu, be careful!”
The middle-aged cultivator’s body jolts. Before he could even react, the kneeling youth suddenly whips out a knife from his sleeves as he pounces upwards, stabbing it into his abdomen.
This assault is violent and cruel. Even though the middle-aged cultivator is significantly stronger than him, as it happened to quickly, he couldn’t avoid it, resulting in him falling for this sneak attack.
However, the middle-aged man is still quite highly cultivated after all. With a furious roar, the muscles on his body contracts and with a simple palm, he sends that unfilial disciple flying before he staggers three steps backwards. He is just about to bellow when his voice went hoarse. When he looks down at his own body, he realises that the blood flowing from the wound is black in color.
“There is venom on the knife!” The crowd by the side exclaims. The other three Thousand Autumn Door disciples have already charged forward to attack the youth.
The youth is severely injured, not to mention that he has discarded his original sword. He also didn’t have the time to retrieve his short dagger after wounding the middle-aged man. With both of his hands empty, under the assault of three of his fellow peers, he is in a disadvantageous position. However, there isn’t a hint of fear on his face. Rather, he seems to be demented, laughing madly before roaring loudly, “The true god will descend and rule over the Three Realms! I will ascend to immortalhood in the future and head…”
Before he could finish his swords, he has been cut through by a flash of sword. He falls to the ground. Following right after, the other Thousand Autumn Door disciples sends slash after slash onto his body. It seems that they hold deep hatred for this youth. In a blink of an eye, as blood and flesh splatters around, under the bright sun, the youth is reduced into a lump of meat.
Immediately afterwards, the three youth turn back and gather around the middle-aged man who fell for the sudden attack and is currently lying on the floor Looking at his wound, they exchange gazes, a look of fear appearing on their face.
Even at this moment, the middle-aged man remains calm and speaks softly and hoarsely, “Return back to the mountain.”
Only then did the three youths respond and quickly nods their head in agreement. Then, one of them carries the middle-aged cultivator while the other two serves as bodyguards. They rush their way back. No one paid any heed to the remnant of the Three Realm Divine Cult who was killed.
From the point when they heard the news and rushed out to witnessing this intense fight, not much time has passed. However, the brutality and treachery that is involved in the fight left behind quite a bit of shock to the group of mortals witnessing it. It took a period of time before the villagers gradually dispersed. At the same time, discussions start to arise and most of them are about the mysterious Three Realm Divine Cult.
There are quite a few people who are aware of this as this isn’t really a secret. They made use of this opportunity to explain it to the youngster who weren’t very familiar with the Three Realm Divine Cult. The main gist of it being that the Three Realm Divine Cult is a cult with a long history behind them, believing in the existence of the realm of god, human and spirit. That is also where the name of the cult originated from.
“…someone suddenly shouts, “Shishu, be careful!”
TL: Shishu refers to your teacher’s senior/junior. Due to the lack of proper English translations for these phrases, I will keep them in Chinese.
Anyway, if the word shi appears, it sort of means he is addressing a person from the same sect etc as him.
The second word refers to the title. For example, shu means uncle, so shishu literally means an uncle from the same sect (Uncle as in seniority)
Since di means little brother, shidi means your male junior in the sect
Jie means big sister so shijie means your female senior in the sect