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🕑 Added 2022-09-22 10:19:54 +0000 UTCChapter 082: Staying with each other
Wuliang Mountain, Qiankun Array Hall.
After the fall of Wuliang Sect’s Supreme Elder, most of the Sect’s cultivators scattered, and only a few people remain in the Array Hall. It could be said that their power is weak, as their strength dropped a thousand zhang in one fall.
Afterwards, every sect and school had set their sights on the Array Hall, and the Sect Leader went into seclusion and ignored them. It got more and more difficult for the Array Hall with each passing day, they could barely preserve their formation diagram. Fortunately, a mysterious individual helped them hide within a barrier. No matter what happened in the outside world, the Hall’s disciples focused on their cultivation, and studying the barrier formation. They want to recreate the glory of their ancestor E Changguang.
Now, more than ten years have passed.
The practitioners of the Qiankun Array Hall number less than a thousand, and most of them are in closed-door training within their respective cave dwellings. On normal days, the place is deserted and there’s not a lot of people on the entire mountain.
Usually, you wouldn’t be able to find an elder. You wouldn’t be able to find a master to seek guidance about Formations. If you run around in circles, the only person you’d find is the young junior disciple Fang Dingyuan, who has been sitting under the formation day in and day out for many years, paying no mind to the wind, the sun, or the rain.
Fang Dingyuan is the last disciple of the Qiankun Array Hall, a little junior brother not just in name, but that’s just what he is. But he is extremely talented and is willing to study diligently. His cultivation is currently in the middle of Foundation Establishment. The most remarkable thing about him is that there is a golden light in his eyes, and he is very interested in the eye of the Qiankun Formation. With that small comprehension in his eyes, one can say that his dedication to sit under the formation diagram for ten years wasn’t in vain. Except for when his master summons him, he has hardly moved a step.
Because of his comprehension on the Eye of the Qiankun Formation, everyone would take the initiative to ask him if they encounter difficult problems about formations. Fang Dingyuan has a good temper and does not begrudge. He doesn’t lack in knowledge or answers, giving a lot of people enlightenment.
Eventually, on the 35th* day of every month, he would answer questions for everyone, and he became a little teacher for many practitioners.
(t/n: maybe they have different calendar?)
This evening, the sunset glows red on the horizon.
Fu Li is wearing a dress embroidered with numerous golden butterflies. Her satin skirt has flowers and clouds. The pleats are dyed with red clouds on a rose colored sky, billowing as she walks.
She is Fang Dingyuan's junior sister, with those disciples who entered the Sect together back then. Her relationship with Fang Dingyuan could be considered as pretty good, not distant or intimate. Fu Li thinks that she couldn’t enter her senior brother's heart.
She is dressed up today. Her beautiful cloud-like black hair is tied up in a Chaoyun bun, a few pearls adorning it. The pearls are smooth, fully round, and quite eye-catching in the black hair, even more so against the dark silk, draping like a waterfall. With it, the pearls are like sparkling and translucent droplets. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are full and red. Right now, she’s slightly pursing her lips, adding a hint of charm to her beauty.
"Senior brother Fang." Hidden in her sleeves, Fu Li's hands are already sweating. She musters up the courage to call out to him, and before she could even say anything, her face is already red.
Fang Dingyuan is no longer that little boy he used to be. He is tall, with sharp features, strong lines, sword-like brows and star-like eyes. When he stands, he’s tall and straight like a pine tree. Fu Li is tall herself, but she could only reach his chest.
Usually, whenever he explains about formations, he would sit and speak softly. But now that he’s standing and towering over her, he makes Fu Li feel even more nervous. It’s as if a mountain is blocking the sunset, casting a shadow on her. It also makes her heart skip a beat.
The words that she’s rehearsed for a long time, in this kind of situation, she suddenly can't say.
He doesn't like her.
Otherwise, how could he be so indifferent?
Fu Li's eyes grow hot, and her lips press together tighter and tighter. She frowns at Fang Dingyuan, her heart has turned sour, then she lowers her head and says, "Nevermind, thank you for teaching me how to solve that formation today."
After saying that, she turns around and runs away, her long skirt dragging and fluttering with the wind, like clouds flowing in the rose-tinted sky.
Once she’s left, Fang Dingyuan sits down, his back leaning against the formation diagram. He suddenly smiles a bit.
"What are you laughing at?" A lowered voice comes from the diagram. The voice is soft and thin, like a cool breeze blowing by, sending her voice to his ears and into his sea of consciousness.
