BOSS Transmigrates as a Little Cutie - Chapter 146: Arc 11 - Return

Chapter 146: Arc 11 – Return

Cultivation is ageless. More than ten years have passed, and the little boy who took Daoist Mo Zhen as his teacher back then has grown into a magnificent teenager. He has been in the Sky Origin Sect and has built his foundation in five years and reached Dan in eleven years, already surpassing the cultivation level of his master, Daoist Mo Zhen. Everyone knows that Sky Origin has received a genius seedling, and the rest of the sects are jealous. Even the Sacred Dao Sect has come to poach him.

Because of the lack of spiritual energy today, people with spiritual roots are already extremely scarce, let alone such a genius figure. In previous years, the Sacred Dao Sect would cultivate a proud son of heaven every hundred years, but now, after hundreds of years since the death of the devil Qing Yun, the sacred son of the Sacred Dao Sect is still the same one as before, which is why the Sacred Dao Sect is now subject to rumors of its decline.

In the back mountain of the Sky Origin Sect, inside the cave of genius disciple Yun Qing, a man casually draped in a black robe with long bewitching blue and purple hair was leaning against the cave entrance in boredom, looking out through the cave’s restrictions.

He appeared to be observing the arguments of several disciples in the back of the mountain, but his ears moved, and his mind had obviously been attracted by the sound of water in the cave.

Qing Yun’s seclusion ended, and he was currently bathing in the spiritual spring.

As he thought of this, Ming Yan sighed deeply, and a touch of genuine pity flashed across his eyes.

Pity what? Of course it’s a pity that he used a sword body again!

He liked the feeling of being a battle partner with Qing Yun and liked it even more when he looked at him with that appreciative look, lovingly stroked his sharp edge, and led him into battle.

This is a treatment that was not available in the original form of Ming Yan because back then, the five-year-old Qing Yun liked to raise all kinds of animals, while the adult Qing Yun was more interested in other cold weapons.

He also prefers the name “Ming Yan”. Although everyone called him “Edmund” in his world, the words “Ming Yan” represented his inseparable bond with Qing Yun, so he didn’t even think about it and returned into a sword.

But……

A slightly louder sound of breaking water came from the room, clearly caused by the splash of a slender but powerful body getting out of the bath.

The water emitting spiritual energy flowing down Qing Yun’s bare skin, the mere thought of this image made Ming Yan feel hot in his heart.

Unfortunately, no matter how restless his heart is, his body is built from pure Xuan iron that has been immersed in the cold pool for tens of thousands of years.

“Tch.” Ming Yan scratched his hair in distress and felt that he should think of a solution.

The few disciples at the back of the mountain obviously spoke with excitement, and their voices were still heard even if Ming Yan did not use his divine sense.

“Hey, have you heard, the Qing Hong Sword Sect that disappeared for nearly ten thousand years has been rebuilt again. The sect leader who wiped out the Qing Hong Sword Sect and occupied its sect was killed, and the rest of the sect’s disciples all fled. This end is simply the same as the Qing Hong Sword Sect back then.” A disciple dressed as a medicine boy mysteriously said to the other people.

“Why are you saying this? We were just talking about that devil Qing Yun. What does it have to do with the Qing Hong Sword Sect?”

Someone was immediately dissatisfied with this person for interrupting the conversation.

Hearing this, the medicine boy was spirited again and smiled proudly: “You don’t know this, but I heard the master say that the reason why this Qing Hong Sword Sect was exterminated back then was related to the devil Qing Yun.”

“When Qing Yun was seriously injured by the second Sacred Dao son, he changed his name and joined the Qing Hong Sword Sect. The Sacred Dao son then led the crowd to expose Qing Yun’s identity and asked the Qing Hong Sword Sect to hand him over. But who would have thought that the head of the Qing Hong Sword Sect was bent on protecting Qing Yun? For this reason, she did not hesitate to dismiss the disciples of the sect and sent the seriously injured Qing Yun into the spatial rift with all her cultivation. Of course, the sect leader, the fragrant jade perished……”

“Fragrant jade perished1? That’s interesting. Could it be that the head of the Qing Hong Sword Sect is a fairy2?” Someone asked.

The medicine boy instantly made an expression of yearning: “That really is a fairy, known as Ling Yan sword fairy. Although she is a woman, her character is explosive and cynical. She was the top sword cultivator at that time!”

“Hahahaha, and cynical? How can a cynic harbor the devil Qing Yun?” This person laughed and then shook his head and said, “Now, it is rumored that Qing Yun has returned, so I guess he is the one who rebuilt the Qing Hong Sword Sect, right? It seems that the devil still has pity for the jade?”

These people talked happily, but a certain man in the cave gritted his teeth as he listened.

In the past ten years or so, three major events have occurred in the cultivation world. One is the reconstruction of the Hidden Cloud Valley, the second is the death of a great power that besieged Qing Yun, and the third is the reconstruction of the Qing Hong Sword Sect that disappeared for thousands of years.

These three events all show the shadow of the devil Qing Yun, as if a clear indication that the devil is back. Whoever messes and insults him will be punished, and those who respect him will spring back.

Several disciples were talking happily together when a cave next to them opened, and a middle-aged elder came out and scolded them, “Your cultivation level is not high, but your courage is quite big. How dare you talk about the devil? Aren’t you afraid that the Sacred Dao Sect will find trouble with you?”

Several disciples immediately shut their mouths in fear and bowed respectfully towards this elder: “Greetings, Elder Qing.”

The elder seemed to just come out to scold them. After he finished, he flung his sleeves and went back into the cave.

“Tsk, this Elder Qing is really fierce ah……” these few disciples began to whisper again while walking away, obviously not taking the elder’s words to heart.

Now that they are in fear and panic, how will the Sacred Dao Sect come to them for trouble? Moreover, the whole continent is now talking about Qing Yun’s matter. The Sacred Dao Sect is trying to manage it but can’t do so.

“In fact, this Elder Qing is said to be from the same family as Qing Yun…….”

The disciples’ voices slowly weakened, and in the cave where Ming Yan was, Qing Yun also walked out of the interior, wearing white clothes and with his black hair loose.

As soon as he appeared, he was greeted by the man’s accusing gaze: “Do you still remember that Qing Hong Sword Sect!”

Qing Yun raised his eyebrows, looked at Ming Yan, and said carelessly, “I remember. It’s just using the reconstruction of the Qinghong Sword School as a front. What are you showing this expression for?”

He also mockingly laughed: “In this world, I have many enemies, but it is a lot of trouble trying to repay someone.”

When he heard Qing Yun’s words, Ming Yan immediately went over and embraced the man in his arms, while also wiping his long hair that was still damp. Qing Yun was stirred up by the man’s words. He frowned and wondered, “I really couldn’t figure out why the head of the Qing Hong Sword Sect wanted to save me at that time and was afraid of implicating the disciples, so everyone was sent away.”

After all, at that time, he only hid in the Qinghong Sword School for less than three days and did not even see the leader’s face. Immediately after, the protagonist brought people to look for him. If Qing Yun did not expect wrong, it should be someone from the Qing Hong Sword Sect who leaked the news at that time.

Even though that was one of the few experiences of Qing Yun being rescued, he had a doubt lingering in his heart instead. He did not think of avenging the Qing Hong Sword Sect, just killing those who forced the sect leader to self-destruct.

However, the experience of being pushed into a spatial rift to survive was very impressive to Qing Yun. Until now, he can still recall the scene of the woman in red exploding in front of him when he was completely in the spatial rift.

Looking at Qing Yun pondering, Ming Yan’s heart gurgled with sourness. That woman actually blew herself up for Qing Yun? What else could it be besides the fact that she likes him!

Thinking about it, he could not help but mutter: “Even without her, I would have saved you.”

“Well, of course I know.” Looking at the man’s awkward look, how could Qing Yun not know what the man had in mind? He could only look at him with a tearful smile, leaving the doubts in his heart behind.

He did not think that the head of the Qing Hong Sword Sect saved him out of love. When that woman looked at him, although Qing Yun did not really understand, he could vaguely distinguish that it was different from love.

But all of this is meaningless because no one has anything to do with him except this man who is now embracing him.

“By the way, that elder from the Qing family just came out.” Ming Yan thought about it and brought up this matter.

Hearing the words “Qing family”, Qing Yun’s eyes turned cold. He only gave a faint sound, obviously not wanting to talk about this topic.

Ming Yan sighed and hugged the other person a little tighter. Then, he rubbed against Qing Yun’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Don’t be like this, baby. Think about it, didn’t we first meet in the Qing family’s ancestral hall?”

Ming Yan is an ancient magic sword that has been sealed in the Qing family’s ancestral hall.

Qing Yun snorted: “That’s because as the eldest son of the Qing family head but with no spiritual roots appearing until the age of five, I could not even walk, so I could only be locked up in the ancestral hall. The only thing that accompanied me at that time was you, a sword.”

His eyes quickly resumed indifference. The matter between the Qing family and him had been closed long before he crossed over, and the man who was his father had already passed on for ten thousand years. Qing Yun could not speak of resentment or hatred towards him.

Looking at the indifference in Qing Yun’s eyes, Ming Yan was even more distressed.

Qing Yun is different from him. In his world, he was an emperor loved by all. But in this world, Qing Yun was rejected and feared by the family that gave birth to him and even the whole world, so much so that Qing Yun had no sense of belonging to this world and came back here just to get back his soul source.

At this time, the restriction outside the cave was touched, and Ming Yan’s body turned into a simple black long sword again in a flash. Qing Yun straightened his clothes and walked out to see an old Daoist leaning outside his cave, drinking wine, and greeted him drunkenly when he saw him: “Hey, disciple!”

This old Daoist is Daoist Mo Zhen, who brought Qing Yun back from the Hidden Cloud Valley, and is also Qing Yun’s current master. As soon as he saw Qing Yun, he immediately smashed the wine jar in his hand to the ground, burped, rubbed his hands, and said, “Good disciple, you see, Master has been thinking about your peach blossom wine for the past two days. The rest of the wine is in my stomach like water, so you see……”

Daoist Mo Zhen is extremely well at drinking. It is not as important for him to close down and cultivate as it is to find wine. After taking Yun Qing as a disciple, he only threw in a secret book and came back to visit him when he was building his foundation and at the time of Dan formation.

Moreover, he was unrestrained. After hearing that his disciple’s cultivation exceeded that of his own, he did not feel ashamed, but he felt happy that he had raised a disciple who was really first-class.

“Take it.” Without saying a word, Qing Yun picked up a jar of wine and smashed it towards Mo Zhen. Then, he closed the cave, blocking out the smell of wine from Mo Zhen’s body.

Looking at the restriction that closed again in front of him, Mo Zhen hiccuped again and muttered, “This kid’s cleanliness issue is getting more and more serious, and he even dislikes this old man. Does he think he is that devil Qing Yun ah?”

Completely unaware that he had inadvertently spilled the truth, he turned his head with the wine and took two steps before remembering the main reason he was here and hurriedly ran back: “Hey! Disciple! Yun Qing, Yun boy!”

“What’s the matter again?” Qing Yun impatiently opened the barrier again.

Mo Zhen threw over a token: “You should still remember what happened in the Hidden Cloud Valley before, right?”

“What?” Qing Yun’s eyes flashed. It seemed that the Heavenly Dao was finally going to make a move. His soul was already so strong that it would not be easily affected by the soul source, so if the Heavenly Dao wanted to find him, it would have to use the soul source to attract him there.

“The Sacred Dao Sect has been terrified these years. That devil has done several big things one after another and even killed a great power with the cultivation level of the Sacred Dao son, so the Sacred Dao Sect finally couldn’t resist and wanted to find someone to be the pioneer in breaking into the Hidden Cloud Valley. All the things they find in the Hidden Cloud Valley will belong to them. Of course, you can also exchange with the Sacred Dao Sect for the opportunity to achieve enlightenment.”

Mo Zhen took a sip of wine and then explained: “You have to know, that old devil has lived for over ten thousand years, so who knows what strange and bizarre things he has in his cave. If you are interested, take the token to see. But I also want to remind you, the things are not easy to take. Although the sect leader asked you to give the Sky Origin Sect a name, as your master, I do not have this requirement for you. You go in the outer edge to play, there are some old monsters above the Nascent Soul stage, so those at the Golden Dan stage should not get involved.”

After saying that, Mo Zhen waved his hand and staggered away. If the head of the Sky Origin Sect, who asked him to deliver the message, knew that he would say the words like this, I’m afraid he would die of anger.

Qing Yun took the token back to the cave, but there was a flash of interest in his eyes.

Running into your own home as an outsider to get things? Interesting.

Once the Heavenly Dao starts to move, it will not be this simple, and it is estimated that this is just the first step. The Heavenly Dao is letting these cannon fodder look for something. I’m afraid that what they are looking for is the Ming Yan sword that is now hanging in Qing Yun’s cave.

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1. It is a metaphor for the death of a beautiful woman.
2. It is often used to describe the appearance of a woman who is extremely beautiful