Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Fingertip Flowing Water

“My legs are bad now. I envy you young ones,” bemoaned Daoist Yuan De, sitting in a rocking chair outside of his small house, feet on a bench, at Pill Cauldron Sect. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“It is our honour to serve you, Ancestor!” effused one of the three young disciples, actually meaning it, which was not surprising given Daoist Yuan De’s status as the second eldest after Helian Kong. Besides, he was an eighth tier Ascension Realm alchemist in addition to being Lord Ku Mu’s father-in-law, who was the father of Third Heaven’s second true god – Mu Yu. Being given the chance to work for Daoist Yuan De was analogous to earning bragging rights. If Daoist Yuan De gave them a gift, they would have shed tears of joy.

“Xiaozhao, go a bit harder. Yes, yes, that’s it. That hits the spot.” Daoist Yuan De’s number one hobby ever since recovering was leveraging his status and relationships.

Xiaozhao replied, “Ancestor, can you share your past with Lord Mu Yu with us?”

Daoist Yuan De began his sage façade with the stereotypical beard stroke. “That was a long time ago. He was still young back then. I was the one always taking care of him. We don’t share any secrets between us. He fulfils any request I make of him. He often travelled hundreds of kilometres to help me kill time. We’re like best budd-”

“Really? I seem to remember you setting me up time and time again. I’m pretty sure I owe you more than ten punches.”

Daoist Yuan De slammed his table and jumped to his feet. As he turned around, he raged, “Who was that? I won’t let you sow discord between Mu Yu and I. I’m going to sl-” Seeing Mu Yu standing there with a sarcastic smile, Daoist Yuan De turn to reprove the three disciples. “You three shoo off. See? Mu Yu is here to have a heart-to-heart talk with me again.”

After the three disciples left with thrilled expressions – since they met Mu Yu – Daoist Yuan De switched to his shameful personality. “You here to visit me again, Mu Yu?”

“No, just passing by and heard you were taking advantage of your seniority again, so I popped in.” Mu Yu yawned.

“No I’m not. I am the eldest, technically speaking. You looking for Ku Mu? I’ll go with you. I feel like visiting my daughter.”

Mu Yu let Daoist Yuan De follow him to Bamboo Peak for the elder would find a way to follow even if he objected.

Ku Mu was found at the peak of Bamboo Peak, admiring the landscape of the renewed Pill Cauldron Sect – credit to Revealing Cauldron.

“Dad, I bring good news.” Mu Yu sat down next to Mu Yu, then checked his father’s body. “You look better with a physical body for sure. Why you lie to me that you destroyed your body?”

“Do I have to report when I eat to you?” sardonically and brusquely asked Ku Mu, refusing to admit he just did not want Mu Yu to die.

Feng Haochen used a formation to work around Ultimate Concealment Bloody Guardian’s rules. Mu Yu then used Life and Death in the Blink of an Eye after being separated from Ju Mang to give Ku Mu’s body just a portion of his vitality, restoring Ku Mu to his body. It was nothing difficult to give Ku Mu a small portion of his life when Feng Haochen offered his entire life for the human race.

“Listen to him. Mu Yu, you want to hear what I did? I can report whenever you want.” Daoist Yuan De pulled over a chair for himself.

“Dad, who cares for your report when you don’t do anything productive?” Leng Binxue brought tea cups to the table and greeted Mu Yu with a nod.

“Neither my son-in-law or daughter care for their father,” complained Daoist Yuan De.

“What good news do you have?” Ku Mu inquired.

Grinning, Mu Yu extended his right hand and generated ripples on his fingertip.

“Fingertip Flowing Water? You’ve already mastered it?”

“Yep. Even though you have a physical body now, you aren’t immortal. I can manipulate the flow of time of everyone around me, so you won’t die until I do.” Mu Yu pressed his hand onto Ku Mu’s back, installing a water pattern into the latter.

“Any flaws?”

“None. No side effects or drawbacks. It took me an entire year to master it. I came here as soon as I helped Elder Chen Tiandao complete it.” Mu Yu faced Leng Bingxue. “You two can stay together forever now,” Mu Yu conveyed as he repeated the process on Leng Bingxue.

Ku Mu pulled his brows together. “Aren’t you expending your vitality to sustain it?”

“Doesn’t matter to me when I’m immortal. It doesn’t hurt me. Now you won’t age for a century. I’ll cast it again in another century.”

“Chen Tiandao also have the domain now?”

“Because he’s not immortal, he has the lifespan of three people combined, at most. He will have to live inside his domain if he wants to live longer, meaning he will have to cast it wherever he goes. He has a lot of limitations unlike me. I can cast it on as many people as I like thanks to my immortality.”

“How many more people have you cast it on?”

“Not many. Elder Chen Tiandao will help out Zhuge Xiaosheng for sure. I cast it on Greater Heaven Caster Lu, Situ Yangtian, Tian Ran, my grandpa, father, family, Elder Xun, Daoist Qing Song, Qing Mei, Lan Ling’er.” Switching to a teasing tone, Mu Yu added, “And Mount Dustfallen’s Miao Yuyan.”

Ku Mu froze for a second and then fired a piercing glare at Mu Yu before sneaking a quick gander at Leng Bingxue, who kept pouring tea, playing deaf.

“I also cast it on He Jinglong, the Xuan Family, Elder Nameless, Daoist Chu Buqu’s group, Cai Lie, Alchemist Yao, Daoist Yundan, basically anyone I like. I don’t care about logic or reason. I’m just being whimsical and wilful.” Mu Yu lied back on a rock and crossed his legs, feasting his eyes on the clouds chasing each other.

Daoist Yuan De immediately rushed over to Mu Yu with his flattering smile. “Great Mu Yu, we’re as close as can be, yeah? Can you… Can you… cast it on me, as well?”

Mu Yu wryly grinned. “I don’t like you, though.”

“Listen to our Mu Yu. He always likes telling jokes. You wouldn’t let Ku Mu and Bingxue cry their souls out at my funeral. How about reconsidering?”

“Dad, would you cry your soul out if this old guy died?”

“No.”

“Y-you…You…” Daoist Yuan De extinguished his desire to cuss at Ku Mu and sat down sulkily. “I’m getting on with age, yet nobody is willing to take care of me. Xue’er, I’m going to reunite with your mother now. Don’t forget me…”

Leng Bingxue kept hiding her face.

Ku Mu growled under his breath, “Should’ve just left him stupid!”

Mu Yu voiced, “Hey, how about giving me ten rank eight pills, a hundred rank seven pills and a thousand rank pills as a deposit, and I’ll consider giving you another five years?”

“You gone back to working in racketeering?! All that just for five years? They didn’t even give you anything!” thundered Daoist Yuande.

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