Xu Zhimo, leaning against the door, stumbled, nearly falling, but his solid foundation allowed him to regain his footing.
He walked into the room, observing Bai Xian lying on the bed, being fed by Yun Ming, and clicked his tongue in admiration.
"Uncle-Master, do you have a preference for Youngest Junior Brother's type, a pure and handsome young man?"
"Junior Brother is only thirteen, after all; please be gentle with him."
"…"
The quiet atmosphere in the room was broken, and Xu Zhimo felt an indistinct killing intent rising from Bai Xian.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back… "Uh, I've put the breakfast you wanted here, Uncle-Master. You two continue; I won't disturb you."
With that, having just entered, Xu Zhimo slipped out again. Outside, junior brothers and sisters peeked in, very curious about what had just happened.
"Senior Brother, you're already out?"
"Tsk, who doesn't know that Youngest Uncle-Master dotes on Yun Ming the most? Your poor Senior Brother has been kicked out~"
"Laugh? What are you laughing at? Come here, let Senior Brother test if you've been practicing diligently lately."
"Senior Brother, nooo—!"
There was another commotion outside, but Yun Ming looked down worriedly at the woman in his arms. The killing intent was real, or at least very evident.
But Bai Xian merely explained.
"After all, you have the Qing Ming Sword and spiritual energy suppressing it, so these distracting thoughts still affect me somewhat."
"But it doesn't matter. If Uncle-Master has a bad temper, would you not come anymore?"
"Of course not."
Yun Ming sat by the bed, watching his cheerful Youngest Uncle-Master eat, and cooperatively began to tell the story of 'The Sword' that he was planning to write.
"Last time, we talked about Qi Jingchun roaring, and the Heavenly Dao's backlash, accumulated over three thousand years in this small town, was shouldered by me, Qi Jingchun…"
"With me, Qi Jingchun, in this world, the world is joyous! And I, too, am joyous!"
"…"
By the time Yun Ming left, the warm sun had passed its zenith.
From Wei Fei Territory to Ailidu City, one could travel by sea, and several land routes had also been built, but it was still several hundred miles away.
This time, they temporarily borrowed Uncle Nan's car. Xu Zhimo, having already obtained his driver's license, was cruising smoothly on the highway.
"Tsk, I didn't expect the Qing Ming Sword to have a master-recognition feature."
"Youngest Uncle-Master's side…"
"I will find a way."
Yun Ming said no more, watching the trees and mountain shadows receding outside the car window, and tightened his grip on the sword hilt beside him.
Upon returning to the sect, he would naturally consult ancient texts.
Since Uncle-Master could take away the distracting thoughts carried by that mass of Aetheric Undead, there should also be a way to retrieve it. Spiritual energy suppresses Aetheric Undead, so perhaps there's a way to clear these distracting thoughts.
Youngest Uncle-Master really is… sigh… "Constantly sighing will make you old, Junior Brother."
"Since Uncle-Master, in her wisdom, dared to do it, she naturally has confidence."
"Sometimes, Uncle-Master makes one want to pin her down on the bed and give her a good dressing-down."
Yun Ming suddenly said indifferently, out of nowhere, with no discernible emotion on his face, but in his heart, he thought that next time he gave Youngest Uncle-Master a foot massage, he would make sure she couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh ho, Junior Brother, you've come to your senses, you don't want to work hard anymore?"
"Scram!"
Xu Zhimo smiled, deciding not to let his Junior Brother overthink things. After all, what's done is done, right?
Life is but thirty thousand days; enjoy it while you can.
He gripped the steering wheel, his gaze sharp.
Ahead, the suburban highway, no speed limit.
"Junior Brother, hold on tight!"
A black shadow instantly sped up to 180km/h, and shouts of protest came from inside the car.
Yun Ming didn't remember how many times he had bickered with Senior Brother. With loud music playing in the car, he came to his senses only when they had already arrived in Ailidu.
Familiar cityscapes, towering buildings, quiet and peaceful.
Their destination was a private hospital, 100% owned by the Blackwood family.
The streets were very clean and tidy.
After getting out, he quickly leaned on the Qing Ming Sword by the roadside, breathing in the fresh air. Damn it, the road was so slippery in the snow; was this crazy Senior Brother trying to die!?
As a good citizen who had received nine years of compulsory education.
He had to emphasize that speeding was wrong; unsafe driving leads to tears for loved ones!!
"Hello, are you Master Xu?"
Coming towards them was a professional woman in a black suit, with a polite and gentle smile on her face. She even patted Yun Ming's back.
Xu, Xu his grandpa… Yun Ming was about to speak, but his mouthpiece automatically spoke first.
"Ahem… Standing before you is the future Sect Leader of our Yun Kui Mountain. I specifically invited him to take charge this time."
Xu Zhimo parked the car and walked over slowly, introducing him quite formally, though his expression held a hint of teasing.
Tsk tsk, this Junior Brother is just too green.
"I see. We will trouble you two shortly."
The woman understood, without asking too many questions.
Soon, under her guidance, the two met their client for this trip.
Launess Blackwood.
The general manager in Wei Fei Territory for Hui Jing Meike, the most important Huici mining industry under TOPS.
He was affected by a Void disaster not long ago and narrowly escaped death.
Now, he was barely clinging to life with high-precision Aetheric Undead treatment equipment. He had posted a commission on Yin Cha Xian, hoping his boss would contact Yun Kui Mountain, which was just a shot in the dark.
Based on his understanding of Yun Kui Mountain, no one would be willing to take on such a life-threatening commission, but perhaps Xuan Mingzi's cultivation had advanced, and he might have a solution?
No one wants to die, and Launess was no exception.
"Thank you both for coming. You are friends of the Blackwood family."
Standing in the treatment room, Yun Ming didn't bother with the gasping man.
He placed his finger on Launess's body, probing his meridians, "Mr. Launess, speak less, and you might live a little longer."
Launess's mouth twitched, and he immediately fell silent.
He had heard of this Young Sect Leader; though young, being cherished by Xuan Mingzi meant his strength was not to be underestimated.
"Senior Brother, the erosion is this severe. If it were two days earlier, it would be manageable, but now the depth of erosion is almost like Ling'er's."
"After all, it's virulent Aetheric Undead, so the erosion speed is definitely fast."
"How is it? Is there still hope?"
"Difficult…"
"Junior Brother, think of a way; after all, there's so much money involved."
The two conspired in low voices in front of Launess.
The heart rate on the monitor by the bed skyrocketed, making the professional physician and Launess's secretary beside them stare wide-eyed.
"Ahem… Masters, money is not an issue."
Launess's little heart pounded. If he hadn't heard that the masters of Yun Kui Mountain were mostly honest and kind.
He would have suspected these two were deliberately toying with him.
"Fifteen million. If you two can save my husband."
At this moment, a young woman suddenly walked in.
Beside her was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, a platinum-haired loli, who looked a bit childish. She held her mother's hand, her gaze worriedly fixed on Launess on the bed.
"This is the madam."
The secretary reminded them at the opportune moment. She had informed the madam as soon as she received the news but hadn't expected her to arrive so quickly.
"Please, save my father."
The girl mistook Yun Ming for someone else and rushed directly to grasp Xu Zhimo's hand, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
This startled him, and after a moment, he gently rubbed the girl's head and said apologetically.
"Don't worry, don't worry. With my Junior Brother on the job, he's definitely savable."
Yun Ming shrugged noncommittally, giving Senior Brother a disdainful look. He had originally planned to emphasize the difficulty of their treatment.
But now that the man's wife and daughter were here, Yun Ming had no intention of continuing.
"Please, everyone, leave…"
The treatment room quickly became quiet, leaving only Launess and Yun Ming.
"Are you ready, Mr. Launess?"
"Mm…"
Yun Ming calmed his mind, and his consciousness began to guide spiritual energy into Launess's body, but the Qing Ming Sword, as if possessed, suddenly flew out of its scabbard on his back.
Its cold gleam was fierce, as if it wanted to devour someone.
Launess's Adam's apple bobbed. Is this… is this right?
"Don't worry, this is also part of the treatment."
Yun Ming reassured him with a kind smile.
He let the Qing Ming Sword slowly approach the other party. He could feel the sword calling, seemingly wanting to do something.
"Hm?…"
Launess was on the verge of tears. He had been threatened with guns and fought with Aetheric Undead in his life, but nothing had been as terrifying as this moment.