The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

Chapter 69

Drunk, lethargic, laughing and scolding, fresh and alive like a teenager

Translated by Vaishu

Edited by Vaishu

Chapter 69 Drunk, lethargic, laughing and scolding, fresh and alive like a teenager

It was raining heavily all fall in the city.

Autumn rain a dozen, the flower lane is less to flow to and fro the swaying skirt, again the beautiful mandala flower color, also show a few parts of the cold and cheerless.

The rain fell in beads along the eaves, drifting in with the chilly westerly wind.

It was cold and rainy outside, and the room was dimly lit with warm wine.

The amount of wine that the Yin Biyue drank was average, far from the other two.

He was a little drunk by now.

His Master scolded his Third Senior Brother, “You deserve it!”

“I’ve seen the Song Family’s son. He is of noble birth, yet you discredited him. Don’t say that it was I who taught him…”

Yan Xing chewed on his peanuts soaked in vinegar, nodding his head repeatedly as he replied, “Yes, yes, yes, I deserve it …”

He wanted to say, “Third Brother, you don’t need to hide anymore. Fifth Junior Brother has already discussed this with Young Master Song. Next time he sees you don’t draw your sword, I’ll give you a chance to explain yourself.”

He opened his mouth, and suddenly his head sank, knowing that the wine was coming.

He didn’t expect that the cold joy that emerged from the entrance would have such a huge aftereffect.

He tilted his head and looked at his Master and Third Senior Brother clapping their bowls and slapping their heads on the table. He was talking so much that he couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Then he fell asleep.

He slept soundly. When he woke up, the rain had stopped. The sky had also darkened.

At some point, a green lamp had appeared on the table.

The fragrance of the wine mixed with the damp and cold wind assaulted his face. The more he drank, the more he felt refreshed. He felt more comfortable than when he meditated for a night.

It was a kind of peace of mind.

Sword Saint got up and closed the window.

After finishing the last bowl of wine, he said to his third disciple, “I’m leaving.”

“Don’t send me off.”

Yan Xing said goodbye to Yan Jin and got up to keep up with him.

The moment they stepped out of the room and pushed the door open, Yan Xing shouted, “Master …”

The noise was not loud, but the exit was drowned in the hustle and bustle of the lobby.

Sword Saint paused slightly and waved his hand with his back facing Fang Xingjian. His posture was extremely stylish.

The Lady Boss came over and put a jar of wine on his table without saying anything.

In the alley, there were girls in groups of twos and threes under the dripping eaves. The thin Huan Bi gauze was wet, and they were laughing softly.

Someone carried the flowers back to the terrace on the second floor. They lit up the floral lights of the red and gold tassels as they gazed into the distance, creating a vast expanse of red light.

Someone walked into the alley and turned into a small building.

The narrow alleyway seemed even more cramped.

The more Yin Biyue flowed with the Sword Saint, the more they traveled.

Walking out into the empty street, the deciduous parasol tree, completely dyed desolate, just like another world.

Sword Saint looked at the half-dark sky and mumbled to himself, “There’s something else I need to do …”

Before Yin Biyue could hear him clearly, he felt nothing beneath his feet and knew that his master had flown him again.

The wind died in the blink of an eye.

The moon appeared from above the clouds as if it was within reach.

Yin Biyue stood on the clouds, he could see the mountains and rivers.

The Sword Saint’s voice was a little misty. “Fourth Brother, when you accept a disciple and lead people to ride on the cloud, remember to block the wind.”

Yin Biyue was stunned. Yu Feng was at least at the Asian Sage level, he was still far from being able to catch up to Yu Sheng.

But Master seemed certain.

After drinking a round of wine and seeing Third Senior Martial Brother and his Master crack jokes, the venerated Sword Saint became much closer, and he no longer had his previous restraint.

Therefore, he nodded, “It’s still early. When I have a disciple, my master will be the Grand Master …”

“How does the wind block it? Does it perform an incantation?”

Sword Saint shook his head. “There’s no need. At that time, with just a thought, there will be no wind.”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he was asking for a beating.

Battle Five Dregs really couldn’t understand God’s level.

The sword saint statue seemed to recall something funny. “This is the first time that this old man brought Jun Yu and didn’t block the wind. Of course, I’m not cold, but the result is that I directly froze your Elder Senior-apprentice Brother.”

The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more he realized that his big brother, who was as cold as ice and snow, was really ice and snow.

Hearing such a terrible story, for some reason, he also started laughing like a Sword Saint.

“Master, don’t hold me back. With Eldest Brother’s cultivation, how can he be afraid of the cold?”

“You don’t believe me?”

At that time, Jun Yu’er wasn’t even standing as high as my waist. He lifted me like a kitten. Tsk, tsk, why are you smiling, it’s true …

He doesn’t have any cultivation, so he might have lost his cool… “

As the Sword Saint spoke, his voice lowered.

“I’m not a good master.

“I don’t know how to teach others, but I haven’t properly taught you all either…”

Yin Biyue used to think about it, he felt that he had a cheap master.

Other than knowing that he was the strongest cultivator in the world, he knew nothing else.

But later on, he had heard many of his master’s stories and what others called his master.

It was often wondered what sort of person the Sword Saint was.

Until he was at the bottom of the mountain when he suddenly realized something and used the Azure Sky Dashing Sword.

It was as if he could see through the curtain of rain that arrogant figure who had tried to dodge the attack towards the sky.

He could feel the person’s state of mind when he struck with the sword.

Later on, he did meet his Master.

The Sword Saint was different from every single one of his imaginations.

He did not have the supercilious and indifferent attitude that the headmaster always had. He also did not have the demeanor of a senior expert when he first saw the headmaster.

Although he always called himself this old man, he was always good at drinking and sleeping. He was always laughing and scolding, just like a young man.

Yin Biyue was incredulous at first, but after drinking the wine, He was suddenly enlightened.

Because no one dictated how a saint should live.

He laughed. “Master, you really haven’t taught me much.”

“To be honest, the first time I saw you at Xing Shan Temple, I didn’t recognize you at all, because the portrait hanging on the peak was twenty years older than yours.”

Sword Saint muttered, “Isn’t that the way I look …”

“At that time, I thought we had reached a dead end. I felt that even Great Luo Golden Immortal wouldn’t be able to save us, but Master came to save us …”

The Sword Saint’s voice was still low. “I still went too late …”

Yin Biyue smiled, his expression becoming more serious, “I don’t think it’s too late.”

I know that my master does not know how to teach. Because of his high talent, his cultivation is close to intuition.

His master was often absent because he was doing a very big thing.

“It’s not just me. I believe that eldest senior brother, second senior sister, third senior brother, and fifth junior brother all share the same sentiments.”

Regarding ‘Doing something big’, it was only a conjecture, but Sword Saint did not refute it.

“It was my master who allowed me to see a possibility.

Even if the cultivation of the Dao were thorny and muddy roads, even if one had lived a long life, one would not have to worry about such things, not have to be shrewd and astute, not have to live like a thousand sails, and not have to live for a long time.

If you want to sleep, you can. If you want to drink, you can.

I was envious, but perhaps I would never live to see my master again.

“Because Master is the unique Sword Saint Guard of heaven and earth, Jing Feng!”

Swordsaint laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the clouds.

“Ha-ha-ha ha-you don’t have to live like me.”

“Because you are also the unique Yin Wall Yue of heaven and earth.”

Being praised like this by a saint made her more and more embarrassed.

When the Sword Saint thought about how he had said ‘I’m not a good master’, he felt that he was too sour and asked his disciple to comfort him.

Thus, he waved his hand and said, “Let’s go.”

He leaped down from the clouds with his men.

“Ah!”

Unprepared, the feeling of weightlessness that came from falling at high speeds caused Yan Shi to cry out even louder.

The whistling wind accompanied the Sword Saint’s laughter, piercing through his eardrums. He felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest.

Finally, before he could raise his true essence, his descent stopped.

With a pale face, Yin Biyue gasped for breath.

He then heard the Sword Saint ask, “Do you want to stimulate it?”

“Fourth Bro, look, life is full of surprises.”

….

I take it back.

They were still in the clouds and mist, and there was no real land beneath their feet. However, they could clearly see the endless mountain ranges.

It was already deep in the night. The cold wind blew away the clouds and mist between the mountains, and a faint silver ray of light covered that highest peak.

It was the radiance of a formation.

It was incomparably beautiful compared to the autumn moon in the night sky.

Once Yin Biyue came back to his senses, he thought of the direction he had taken, “Now we …”

At Hengduan Mountain?

Swordsaint let out a casual ‘hmm’ sound.

On the Hengduan Mountains, there is the Paradigm.

The Bo-Pu Sect had a protective magical formation.

Although it was not like the Xing Sans Temple, which had existed for millions of years, it was still one with the spiritual veins of the mountains. When it opened, it would be held down by four elders of the Mastery realm, who would be able to borrow the natural power of the Crosscut Mountain.

Yin Biyue didn’t know why his master was here, so he tried to guess.

Right now, he wanted to see how his master would break through the formation. Furthermore, it was a formation that was at its peak due to its might.

It must have been the destruction of the earth and the clouds.

Then, Sword Saint brought him down.

Nothing happened.

They stood on the summit of the mountain as if they were standing in their backyard.

He thought about it, feeling astonished that this was how it should be.

This is how saints should be: come if they want to, go if they want to.

Which formation could trap him?

There were more than the two of them on the summit.

An old man was standing on a craggy rock.

Feng Man’s sleeves fluttered as if he was on the verge of collapse.

But it was a deep and powerful mountain, and it was a magnificent sight to behold.

Yu Shi turned around.

He saw the indifferent Wei Jingfeng.

When he was young, he often thought that he shouldn’t live in the same era as Wei Jingfeng.

If the Sword Saint was not in the world, he would be the tallest mountain.

He stood on the Crosscut Mountain, with ten thousand li of mountains and rivers at his feet.

As long as he wished, he could even see the waves of the floating sea. The bamboo houses on Green Foothill Mountain to the south, the bottomless chasm of the eastern land, the endless golden roofs of the Northern Imperial City.

None of these were as high as he was.

However, once the Sword Saint returned, who would remember which mountain was the second tallest in the world?

Yu Shi’s gaze turned slightly cold.

Wei Jingfeng didn’t look at him but turned to look at his disciple.

“Look, it’s this old fart. When I’m not around, I use quite a few tricks.”

“You can’t beat him now, so I’ll help you out first. When you show your potential in the future, you can take it back on your own.”

The Sword Saint’s tone was too ordinary. It was as if he was discussing what to eat tonight.

The more Yin Biyue heard, the more shocked he became.

Yu Shi’s expression became even colder. His sleeve was filled to the brim with the fierce wind, and it puffed up high.

The light of the formation flourished like the bright moon in the sky above Crosscut Mountain. Above the nine heavens, thick clouds churned and emitted a majestic pressure from within the clouds.

The shadow grew larger and larger, and only then did Yin Biyue see that it was the shape of a sword.

A huge sword shadow covered the entire Crosscut Mountain.

That was the Eight Trigrams Sword of Yu Shi.

However, the Sword Saint did not draw his sword.

The wind and sand were no longer blowing in front of him.

He raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

It was just like a walk in the park.

One moment, he was still drinking wine in the Spring Sleeves Pavilion, and at this moment, he was standing on the peak of Mount Hengduan and was ready to make his move.

For Wei Jingfeng, these two things were no different.

However, the former was a little happier, while the latter was rather irritating.

The enormous sword shattered.

The moon broke through the dark clouds.

The rest of his life fell from the summit.

The cliff face was so deep that the bottom could not be seen.

Sword Saint turned around and said, “Let’s go.”

Just like when he came, clear and bright, he rode on the wind with his master.

“Is Master done?”

“Not yet.”

“Where are we going now?”

“To the Midlands.”

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was the biggest and most dramatic night of his life.

He might even be able to see all the big shots in the world.