Song of Adolescence

Chapter 255 Golden Lists Decide Martial Fame (Part 3)

Chapter 255 Golden Lists Decide Martial Fame (Part 3)

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Sikong Changfeng stared at the Bai Xiao Hall disciple very seriously, and the Bai Xiao Hall disciple also answered him very seriously, "I don't know."

"This list was set by the Hallmaster, but he didn’t explain to us who this Mo Yi on the list was."

Sikong Changfeng turned around, picked up his spear, and slowly said, "I understand."

"The Hallmaster also specifically left a word for Snow Moon City. He said, if the Snow Moon Sword Immortal had not been severely injured, he would definitely have entered the Ultimate Experts List."

"Injured? Second Citymaster was severely injured?" Although the disciples had seen Li Hanyi unconscious, they didn't know that the injury was so serious.

"I got it. Get him to come visit when he’s free." Sikong Changfeng walked away, straight into the city.

At the same time the Golden Lists arrived at Snow Moon City, countless prestigious families across the martial world also received the same hat-wearing envoys.

Lei Yunhe, the current acting Clan Leader of Lei Clan, took the list and rapped his fingers on the table beside him. He looked at the Bai Xiao Hall disciple below the dais. "Why is my name not on this Ultimate Experts List?"

The disciple drank a sip of tea and said respectfully, "The Hallmaster said, Senior Lei has fallen from his realm for a long time and has now reentered the Unfettered Heavenly Realm. That day, you had a duel with Zhao Yuzhen on Qingcheng Mountain which ended in a draw. However, Zhao Yuzhen didn’t use his full strength, but Senior used your full strength. However, your return to the peak is inevitable. It won’t take long before you will not only be in the Ultimate Experts List, but will definitely enter the third-ranked tier."

"Placating words, for sure. But this Ultimate Experts List has two from Snow Moon City and one from Tang Clan. There’s none from my Lei Clan Fort. Doesn’t that make me lose face?" Lei Yunhe still looked calm and one couldn’t tell if he was happy or angry.

"The Hallmaster also said that Senior Lei Hong could be called a sword immortal based on his strength. He only lacks a good sword. That’s why he couldn’t yet enter the Hundred Weapons List and the Ultimate Experts List."

"Oh? So, in other words, there should be two people from Lei Clan Fort on this Ultimate Experts List? But, who else under Heaven would know about this besides you and me? I’m still losing face, ah." Lei Yunhe sighed. "I wonder when the Golden Lists will be revised again?"

"Three months later," the Bai Xiao Hall disciple replied slowly.

Lei Yunhe raised his eyebrows. "Three months later? This revision took a whole four years."

"That's what the Hallmaster said."

Lei Yunhe was still rapping the table unhurriedly, and he said softly, "Looks like I’ll have to pay a visit to our old family by marriage for the sake of that fellow."

"But who the heck is this Mo Yi?"

In a small temple in the mountains, a middle-aged Confucian in white was sitting there reading a book and drinking tea. A little Daoist boy was sitting beside him with his eyes closed as he cultivated his breath. In the courtyard, a young man wielding a peach wood sword was practicing hard with his sword and his head was covered with sweat. Suddenly, he spun his sword around and pointed straight at the door of the temple. "Who’s there?"

A man wearing a hat stood outside the door holding a roll of golden brocade silk.

Xie Xuan put down his book. "Bai Xiao Hall?"

When Li Fansong heard this name and saw the golden brocade silk in that person's hand, he suddenly thought of a word that had been long lost. "Golden Lists?"

The man nodded, walked forward and handed over the Golden Lists.

Li Fansong walked over to Xie Xuan and Fei Xuan’s side to open the list. After reading it for a while, Li Fansong exclaimed excitedly, "I, I, I, I'm on the Fine Jade List!"

Fei Xuan glanced at it and said disdainfully, "What's so great about that? Lei Wujie is ahead of you."

Li Fansong looked through the entire list again and was stunned when he saw Wuxin's name in first place. "The monk we met last time is so powerful he’s even ahead of the head disciple of Snow Moon City. And this Wushuang from Unrivaled City, I’ve never heard of him before either. Forget it. Hold on, that’s not all. Ultimate Experts List! This time, there’s a Ultimate Experts List!"

Even Xie Xuan couldn't help himself from looking over. "Did Ji Ruofeng open the Ultimate Experts List?"

"Shifu, shifu, you’re in the Ultimate Experts List! Ranked fourth tier!" Li Fansong exclaimed with excitement.

However, Xie Xuan did not notice his own name at all. He went straight to the end of the list and murmured, "Ultimate Experts List second tier, Baili Dongjun, Luo Qingyang. Ultimate Experts List top tier, Mo Yi. Who is this Mo Yi?"

An empty restaurant. A man with a hat sat inside drinking his wine, a huge sword placed next to him. This restaurant was very busy two hours ago, but now it was extremely quiet. Besides the trembling restaurant owner and the waiter, there was no one else in the restaurant.

Until another person wearing a hat walked in.

The restaurant owner stepped forward hurriedly to discourage the man, "This customer, the shop is temporarily…"

The man ignored him, walked straight towards the man drinking in the corner, and sat down in front of him. "Wrath Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian."

Yan Zhantian did not look up. "Would you believe I’m going to kill you."

The man shook his head slightly. "The Hallmaster said that you don't have many friends, but he counts as one."

"That guy is still alive? Is he looking for me for a reason?" Yan Zhantian did not refute.

The man placed a roll of golden brocade silk on the table. "The Golden Lists have been released. I am here to inform Senior."

Yan Zhantian finally raised his head slightly and reached out to take the Golden Lists. He opened the list and after a brief glance, he scoffed.

The Army Destroyer sword unsheathed in an instant.

And then resheathed instantly.

The Golden Lists were torn to shreds.

The person from Bai Xiao Hall stood up and bowed his head slightly. "Farewell, Senior." Then he turned and left.

"Stop." Yan Zhantian actually called him back, a vaguely murderous intent in his tone. "Who is Mo Yi?"

A desolate land in the west.

A desert that stretched for hundreds of miles.

There was a lone city which stood proudly that few people could enter. Just walking up to the city took a lot of courage.

There was a person on a horse standing there. The city gate was left open, and in fact, this city had not had a gate for a long time. However, he did not intend to walk into the city. Without the permission of the citymaster, nobody would dare to step into this city. Even if the Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun were standing here, he would not be an exception.

After a long time, a tall and thin man in a gray robe walked out. He had an exceptionally long sword hanging from his waist. This sword was not ranked in the Register of Swords, but it was more famous than most of the swords on the Register of Swords - the long sword, Nine Songs. This person was naturally Luo Qingyang, the Solitary Sword Immortal.

The visitor tossed over the Golden Lists in his hand, and Luo Qingyang reached out to catch it. He opened it slowly, then kept the Golden Lists and walked back into the city. The visitor immediately turned his horse around and left the city.

From beginning to end, neither of them said a word.

Heavenly Revelations City.

The Golden Lists did not evaluate the Heavenly Revelations imperial court, but the Heavenly Revelations imperial court was still very interested in the Golden Lists. The envoys from Bai Xiao Hall did not step into Heavenly Revelations, but a copy of the Golden Lists had already circulated all over Heavenly Revelations. It circulated into the Lanyue Marquis Residence, into the Court of State Ceremonial, and even into the imperial palace and into the Directorate of Astronomy.

Beside Qi Tianchen's hand was a copy of the Golden Lists.

He was recalling something, something that he was about to forget.

Back then, he was still a youth and he wandered all over the country with his elderly master. During their travels through a small country town, they saw a child. A little child was just sitting there and next to him was a sign and a small bundle wrapped in a quilt. There were four simple words written on the sign, "Selling myself to bury family[3]."

He heard from the nearby crowd that the little bundle wrapped in the quilt was the child’s younger sister who had died of illness. He wanted to bury her well, but he didn't have money, so he wanted to sell himself and use the money to bury his sister. But that year was a year of famine and there were refugees everywhere. If he were a girl, they could raise her for a few years before selling her to a brothel in a big city for a profit. But, he was a boy. Buying him back would just add another burden. So, although many people walked past him, no one really came forward to talk to the boy.

The boy stood there, looking up, his appearance somewhat lonely.

His master stopped walking and Qi Tianchen was a little confused. They had met many refugees along the way, some even more miserable than this boy. His master cultivated the Great Way, so how could the suffering of ordinary people register in his eyes? His master looked at the boy for a long time, and finally nodded. "He has a good foundation."

So, what had caught his master’s eyes was the boy’s aptitude for cultivating the Way.

His master slowly stepped forward and squatted down in front of the boy. That day, his master was wearing the purple robes of a Daoist celestial master. His entire body was spotless, and with his white hair and white beard, he looked like an immortal in the eyes of ordinary people. The boy looked at him with crystal clear eyes. "Are you… an immortal?"

"I'm not an immortal. I’m just an ordinary person," his master replied lightly.

"Then old mister, do you want to buy me?" the boy continued to ask.

"I will help you bury your sister, but I won't buy you. But you must become my disciple and follow me to cultivate the Way."

"Cultivate the Way? Will cultivation make you an immortal?"

"That’s not quite right, but you’re still young so you can understand it in this way for now."

"I’ve heard people say that Daoist priests are very powerful. If I cultivate Daoism, can I save my sister?"

"I can't do that, and I’ve never seen anyone who can do that. But, you will be more powerful than me in the future. Much more powerful, in fact. I’m not as good as you so naturally, I’m not qualified to tell you whether you can or can not."

"Okay." The boy nodded. "I promise you."

His master finally laughed. He reached out a hand, as he rarely did, and patted the boy’s somewhat messy hair. "Very well. Starting today, you are my disciple. What’s your name?"

The boy didn't answer right away. He brushed off his sleeves, prostrated himself respectfully and knocked his head hard on the ground before he raised his head and finally said, "Shifu, this disciple's name is Mo Yi."