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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Anyway, he couldn’t just sneak in and break Xue Mudan’s legs, as Wang Meiyang had suggested.
“Master, I won’t tarnish the sect’s reputation. Please leave this to me.”
He wanted to handle this himself, since he and Xue Mudan were technically senior and junior martial brothers.
At his persuasion, Wang Meiyang removed the mask she had been wearing with a pop and asked a painful question with an innocent face.
“Fine, but the Martial Alliance leader said you’re weaker than him. Are you sure you can win on your own?”
Xue Mudan’s Snowflake Sword Technique was indeed formidable.
A brilliant swordsmanship that combined elegance and sharpness with the wide-ranging attacks of the North Sea Ice Palace’s ice techniques.
And knowing how cunning he was, he probably had other tricks up his sleeve.
That was probably why Xiaoshao and his senior brother had told him not to fight.
Well, he had already decided to fight anyway.
Since he couldn’t think of a way to defeat Xue Mudan on his own,
“Master, the Martial Alliance leader said I can’t win because I’m too greedy. Is there a solution?”
he asked his little master, Wang Meiyang, for advice.
He personally believed that when faced with a problem he couldn’t solve, it was better to talk to someone than to agonize over it alone.
It cleared his head and allowed him to see things from a different perspective, sometimes leading to unexpected solutions.
Weren’t people given mouths and ears to communicate? He should make good use of them.
But at his question, Wang Meiyang’s face fell, her small body slumping.
“Greedy… the Emei Sect was destroyed by greed…”
“Huh?!”
Wang Meiyang sighed and sat down heavily on the wooden floor near the training grounds.
“The Emei Sect is a Daoist sect, but… marriage is allowed, and human desires aren’t denied.”
“…They’re not denied?”
Wang Meiyang nodded slightly at Mancheon’s question.
“Ma Yu, the second patriarch of the Emei Sect and one of the Seven Disciples of Emei, was married to his junior sister, Sun Buyi…”
Her face flushed slightly as she continued, remembering that she was teaching her disciple about the sect’s doctrines.
“…and they were… quite affectionate. They even left behind a systematized sexual cultivation technique and recipes for aphrodisiacs to promote a harmonious married life.”
…However, since he had never experienced anything related to this topic, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not some perverted technique like those practiced by corrupt Daoists. It’s strictly for married couples, a way to harmonize their qi through sexual intercourse…”
She blurted out excuses, not wanting to be seen as a member of some strange cult.
“…a way to cultivate a healthy sexual mindset!”
“I didn’t say anything.”
He shrugged and sat down next to Wang Meiyang. He didn’t have any negative preconceptions about sexual cultivation; if anything, he found it rather interesting.
“Master, can I learn that technique later?”
Martial arts were about moving the body, and so was sex.
Sexual cultivation could be considered a martial art performed by two people.
He was quite curious about the differences between it and regular martial arts, and how inner energy was applied.
Mancheon was simply asking about the academic knowledge contained in the Emei Sect’s sexual cultivation manuals, but…
“?!?!?!?!?”
to Wang Meiyang, whose mind was already flustered, it sounded completely different.
“I-I’m your master! And you’re my disciple! No funny business!!”
Her eyes widened, her face flushed crimson, and she raised her fist to give him a knuckle sandwich.
“Ouch!?”
Anyway, a moment later, embarrassed by her own outburst,
Wang Meiyang cleared her throat and steered the conversation back to the Emei Sect’s teachings.
“Ahem… A-anyway, the Emei Sect believes that desires shouldn’t be excessive, but they shouldn’t be denied either.”
He was happy to be a direct disciple of the sect leader, a position that allowed him to eat meat and get married, but compared to other Daoist sects, their rules were indeed quite lenient.
Their rejection of the concept of immortality and their focus on maintaining a healthy physical body for longevity were already unconventional.
“Feeling hungry and wanting to be with someone you love are natural human instincts. Patriarch Wang Chongyang believed that these instincts shouldn’t be suppressed.”
During the tumultuous era of constant warfare,
Wang Chongyang, who came from a wealthy family, tried to help the poor by distributing food, but his efforts were limited.
He witnessed farmers driven to banditry by hunger, and perhaps he had an epiphany,
or perhaps he became disillusioned with the world,
He began to wander the world like a madman. And then, he suddenly entered the Dao and founded the Emei Sect.
Wang Chongyang sought salvation in religion.
So, unlike other Daoist sects that discriminated against Confucianism and Buddhism,
He believed that Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism, while seemingly different, were all paths leading to the same destination: the betterment of humanity.
He incorporated the teachings of Confucianism and Buddhism into the Emei Sect.
“He was a remarkable person.”
He wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to say this about the founder of a Daoist sect, but to Mancheon, Wang Chongyang seemed like a greedy…
…and complicated man, who sought to resolve his inner conflicts by devouring and mastering both scholarly pursuits and martial arts, as well as religious teachings.
That was why the Emei Sect was more worldly than other Daoist sects, and while Wang Chongyang and his direct disciples, the Seven Disciples of Emei, had controlled their desires and reached higher realms,
his later disciples were consumed by their desires, leading to the sect’s downfall.
“Excessive greed is harmful… but there’s no need to deny your nature. You just need to accept and control it.”
“Now that I think about it, I’m angry. Just because he’s the Martial Alliance leader, does he get to decide my limits?”
He had simply said that Mancheon would lose if he fought now, but that didn’t matter.
Wang Meiyang jumped to her feet and turned to face her precious disciple.
“Don’t listen to what others say. Even if you have to take detours, even if you stumble, learn from your struggles and move forward.”
She placed her fist against Mancheon’s chest.
“That is the true path. For me, the path I walk is the right path.”
Even if that path ended in a messy inheritance dispute, with them pulling each other’s hair and beards…
…the warmth of her small hand against his chest was comforting, so he decided to let it slide.
And he rather liked it. Weren’t they similar in their dedication to their desires?
He felt the pure qi accumulated in his dantian, thanks to the Orthodox Sect’s Inner Energy Cultivation Technique he had learned as a ten-year-old, before he even understood what martial arts were. This qi allowed him to learn any martial art, be it Daoist, Buddhist, or otherwise.
‘Perhaps Master wasn’t a prophet, but he knew.’
He stood up, leaning on his staff.
‘That I was greedy, and the more martial arts I learned, the more I would crave.’
He didn’t have time to sit around anymore.
“Thank you, Master. A genius has his own path.”
He took a deep breath and exhaled.
“I was being unlike myself, getting intimidated by someone else’s assessment.”
His amber eyes gleamed like a predator that had found its prey.
“Thanks to you, I see the solution. Xue Mudan is no longer my match.”
Having made up his mind, he took a step forward without hesitation…
-Grab.
But… just before he could leave, Wang Meiyang’s small, white hand gently grabbed his sleeve.
-Growl~
A cute sound echoed through the air.
“I’m hungry. Feed me.”
He turned to see the sky painted red by the setting sun.
It was already dinner time.
And since her disciple hadn’t bought her dumplings,
another cute sound emanated from the stomach of the master who had been starving since morning.
-Growl~
He had to take responsibility and feed her, so… he changed his plans and decided to spend the day eating delicious food and relaxing with Wang Meiyang.
He would be very busy starting tomorrow.
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The next morning,
Zi Lu, the Martial Alliance leader, looked up from his documents at Mancheon, who had barged into his office as if it were his own living room.
“My foolish junior brother, this senior brother of yours is very busy with the upcoming Dragon-Phoenix Gathering, so state your business quickly and leave.”
“Take a break from those trivial matters. Why are you suddenly pretending to be busy?”
“What?! What are you talking about?!”
“Forget it. Senior Brother, teach me some martial arts.”
Was this what it meant to be so dumbfounded you couldn’t even get angry?
“Let’s share the wonderful martial arts our master taught us, as senior and junior martial brothers.”
He was speechless at his junior brother’s audacity.
“Teach me the Nine Yin Manual, and I’ll teach you the Dog Beating Staff Technique.”
This brat… had no shame…
Whether Zi Lu was confused or not, Mancheon continued.
“I told you before that having many martial arts isn’t always a good thing.”
“Yes, you did. The stages of learning, Shupari. But that’s the path of ordinary martial artists, of mediocre talent.”
The young, inexperienced brat dared to contradict the Martial Alliance leader, the supreme authority of the righteous martial world, and walked forward,
“A genius has his own path, his own way.”
and sat down confidently in the seat of honor.
“The more, the merrier. For me, the more the better.”
He grinned shamelessly, his eyes sparkling with greedy anticipation.
“Do you expect a tiger to imitate a cat to catch a mouse?”
“Huh…”
Zi Lu was speechless, staring at his audacious, almost insane, junior brother.
Was this what Jegal Liang, who compared himself to Guan Zhong and Yue Yi despite being a twenty-seven-year-old nobody before joining Liu Bei, had been like?
His confidence was truly unmatched in the martial world.
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Lol he’s so upfront 🤣
