Chapter 53: Wu Qi, is your sword sharp?
Early the next morning, Wu Ping opened the room door and saw Wu Qi holding the sword at the door with a serious face, as if he had been waiting for a long time. He looked at Wu Ping suspiciously, but in the end, he still didn’t ask the question from the bottom of his heart.
Who hasn’t kept a secret yet? Just like him, so keen to kill people. Isn’t it also because of your own secrets? But! How does he become stronger so fast!?
Wu Qi took out the diary. “Every day, I reflect on myself three times, yet setbacks constantly hit me. Today, I still can’t surpass my friend Wu Ping, unable to reach his level. Alas, why has it come to this? I have asked myself throughout my life. Heaven has blessed me and has my destined path, which should make me invincible in the world and roam freely in the sky. But why do I exist as Wu Qi while he exists as Wu Ping? Difficult, difficult, lamenting the strength of my friend Wu Ping. I am not as strong as I am and happy for my friends, but there is no hindrance. When I kill all the people in the Spirit Garden Club, my friends will be amazed again and again, shouting that my strength is beyond my reach!”
“What do you write? I’ve been writing this morning but am so busy with you.” Wu Ping probed to check.
Wu Qi hurriedly stuffed the orangutan into the storage bag. “Nothing.”
“It’s quite mysterious. Forget it if you don’t show it. Will you go for breakfast?”
“Go.”
“Then keep up.”
The two walked a long way, finally stopping in front of a shop selling tofu brains and buns. “Boss, two tofu brains, add more spicy, and two more meat buns.”
Wu Ping sat down and said hello. Wu Qi said puzzledly: “At our level, it seems that the requirements for food are not that great, right?”
Wu Ping shook his head: “You don’t understand. Life lies in enjoyment. Blindly cultivating immortals is so boring. On the road to longevity, you should always find something to do. Otherwise, it will be lonely. As a child, I liked to eat their steamed buns very much. Although my parents are from the Martial King’s Mansion, they are only branches. Ordinary people, but after all, they are backed by a big door, and the treatment is not bad. My father has a smart head and can do some small business. I will have some bits and pieces in my hands. Every time I come to buy these steamed buns.”
“It smells very good,” Wu Ping said, pointing to the Vermilion Sect.
“See, the Martial King’s Mansion, how grand, although I have a wuzi in my name, in this life, except for which time I was sent to the Blood Rain Sect as a concubine sub-vein, I have never entered such a place.”
“I have always heard that it is resplendent in the past, and I always want to go in and look. I have also fantasised about when I can get the fancy of a direct girl and get involved in it, just like the novel is written, both wind and rain.”
Wu Qi listened seriously: “What about now?”
Wu Ping smiled: “Now? I don’t even want to send it to me now.”
What Wu Ping said was just a matter of memory. It could be regarded as a negotiation. And he really didn’t care about men and women. It’s okay if he had it. It was okay if he didn’t. In this world of cultivating immortals, too many things were more interesting than the affairs of men and women. There were too many to count. As for the Cao Ke sisters, there was also Xu Feifei. That was a complete accident. Who hadn’t been impulsive yet, he could do what he wanted. Moreover, Wu Ping was more kind to them, and he would treat them well, give them capital, and let them have the wind and the rain in the doomsday world. If there was danger, Wu Ping was also there. They were more about helping Wu Ping keep an eye on the magic tree. It was still that sentence, there was still a difference between outsiders and insiders. At least their attitudes would be different.
Eating the food, Wu Ping pointed to the path next to him and said in detail: “Have you seen this path? I walked from childhood to adulthood because it was slightly muddy. When I was a child, my trousers would always be stained with dirt, and then those rich and powerful other side disciples would laugh at me as a mud leg.”
“As for the direct line, they didn’t even acknowledge my presence. I just walked up. They assumed I was unkempt, but my clothes were sewn by my mother and made from quality materials. I remember when my father enrolled me in a bookstore. I faced ridicule for the mud on my trousers and didn’t want to attend school. My father carried me on his back, reassuring me of his strength. Small and nestled against my father’s sturdy shoulder, I felt so innocent then.”
“But they persisted in mocking me as a mud-covered boy, asserting that my family lacked a sedan chair or a car, insinuating we must have come barefoot. I explained that my father carried me, but they scoffed, insisting I should be ashamed of my age and still being carried. That was the only time I didn’t succumb to low self-esteem because my father supported me.”
“Because their fathers don’t carry them,” Wu Ping said with a smile. In Wu Qi’s account, he seemed detached when sharing these experiences, seemingly ordinary yet subtly drawing people in.
“I also remember a lovely porcelain doll-like girl sitting before me. She looked adorable with big eyes adorned with combed horns, dressed in nice attire, and a hairpin with a bell. The bell tinkled when she moved, captivating me every time. Once, I bought my favourite buns, intending to share them with her. However, she refused to taste them, displaying a clear disdain for me despite my cleanliness.”
“She enjoyed the company of a wealthy young master, who seemed uninterested in her. Surprisingly, that young master, though indifferent, accepted my buns without mocking me. Quite amusing, don’t you think?” Wu Qi took a hearty bite of his buns, ordered more, and declared, “Boss, another drawer of buns, and add a spicy bowl of tofu brain while you’re at it.”
“Consider that young master left a positive impression on me, at least showing respect. Not bad,” concluded Wu Ping, uncertain if he referred to the bun or the young master with his final words.
Hearing this, Wu Qi responded, “Wait for me. I’ll go in and confront them. I’ll come out with my head held high, and we’ll see who bullied my friends when we were young.”
“Why resort to violence? It’s not worth the trouble and spoils my good mood. Finish your meal quickly. You still have half a drawer. Afterwards, come home with me. I haven’t seen my ‘parents’ in a while, and I’m a bit nervous, hahaha.” Wu Ping’s face carried a smile, slowly fading as he subtly transformed his aura.
Wu Qi keenly sensed the change and noticed something amiss almost instantly. In a heartbeat, Wu Ping shifted his gaze away. At the end of the road, a solitary figure with a limp approached slowly, a lonesome silhouette against the pre-dawn sky.
“The weather is nice today, perfect for a stroll across the city, Wu Qi.”
“I’m here.”
“Is your sword sharp?”
“Why would it be otherwise?”
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