Born to Disappear

Chapter 32

Due to the incident of demonic energy draining a portion of the green bamboo peak, testing resumed. The result was that some disciples were tainted by demonic energy, some were steeped in demonic cultivation. However, none of the findings had pure demonic energy like those left behind in the drying area.

The envoy of the Sky sect returned with a shocking result.

The fifth peak master, Zhou Xin was running out of age in the underground prison of the soaring Cloud sect while Zhou Liangyi who had lost his humanity in shackles with a chain of rose roots to prevent him from escaping.

The fifth peak master had run out of age and the peak young master had become half demon. The position of the fifth peak master was vacant, the sect master appointed second disciple Zhou Xin as the successor. Leading the fifth peak in clearing the chaos of the previous peak master.

One week later and the month changed. Hualing returned to his task of delivering spirit stones at each peak. For this time, Yuan Qing who became his great tail did not follow. The man was secluding himself in the demonic beast forest to stabilize his cultivation.

"This is not going to work. After all I am your teacher and this behavior is morally wrong!" Hualing always had excellent hearing, moreover the study room of the sect master was always silent. The disciples just stood guard at the curved door that was a little far away. That voice was unmistakably Zhang Junqing's

"But I don't just want to be your student" this time the one who answered was a man. That voice should have belonged to Liu Xing Sheng.

"Liu Xing Sheng, forget everything. What you feel is not love, only admiration for the person who saved you." Zhang Junqing's voice was heard again.

"Junqing, I'm not a fifteen-year-old boy who still doesn't understand how I feel." Liu Xing Sheng replied, there is persistence in his tone.

"This is not true. You are the son of destiny that will open the eternal ladder. What will future generations say if?" Zhang Junqing was still trying to lower his voice, trying to hold back his chest that felt tight.

"I don't care about future generations. What right do future generations have to interfere in our personal affairs. Junqing, it has been more than seven years. Don't you believe my feelings?" Hualing can hear the plea in the last sentence.

Zhang Junqing:"Please! Liu Xing Sheng, it seems that I've spoiled you too much all this time."

"Junqing," Liu Xing Sheng's voice was still with a plea.

"Please! You should call me teacher!" This time Hualing could hear the collision of hard objects, "No respect for teachers, copy the sect etiquette five hundred times. The gold core is also not stable, so immediately return to do closed cultivation." he continued.

Hualing heard footsteps approaching from inside the room, the door opened violently. Liu Xing Sheng came out with a black face, looking surprised by Hualing's presence under the steps.

"Self aunt Xue," although in anger, Liu Xing Sheng did not forget his politeness. He gave a proper salute then passed away after a short farewell.

Hualing followed Liu Xing Sheng's departure, seeing how the figure grew smaller with increasing distance then he turned around. "Sister senior Zhang, Hualing came to send the spirit stones" he said loudly in front of the closed door. Without delay he opened the door, and entered the room as soon as Zhang Junqing allowed.

"It's a shame to make junior sister hear a joke." The sect master who had always appeared elegant and virtuous now looked haggard with dark circles under his eyes.

Hualing did not know whether it was due to the problems in the sect recently or about other matters.

"It was a disrespectful Hualing for listening to a private conversation." Hualing said with eyes that looked straight at the sect master, making the one he saw have a red face as if his personal secret was open.

"Ehem! The spirit stone that was sent," Zhang Junqing cleared his throat awkwardly then shifted the conversation regarding Hualing's goal.

"There is here," Hualing said then took out a bag of spirit stones from his storage room. Laying on the sect master's workbench, pushed him closer when he felt the distance he was laying was too far.

"Needs have been sent, Hualing pampits for delivery to another peak." Without waiting for Zhang Junqing's response, Hualing immediately said goodbye. He was about to turn around when Zhang Junqing's voice fell, preventing him from leaving.

"Wait for sister Hualing, it's me!" Zhang Junqing had extremely white skin, so a tinge as thin as anything would definitely be visible. As of right now, his face was almost no different from a ripe tomato. Blush to the ears.

Hualing looked at Zhang Junqing in bewilderment, there was a faint guess in his heart. Zhang Junqing's current face, was no different from his as he thought of Yuan Qing. In front of the bronze mirror, he saw his face flushed to the neck with a racing heart.

This attitude of Zhang Junqing, was truly unusual. The authoritative and detached sect master now looked awkward due to a declaration of love.

"I can't answer it. But according to Hualing, if you like then together and if not will only foster hatred. Sister relationship is certainly a sister who lived, what does it have to do with future generations? As long as it doesn't harm the other party, I don't think there's a problem there. In my vision Liu Xing Sheng will open the sky ladder, and if sister wants to help him then that is not a problem. Sisters don't owe money to others, so what does that have to do with others?" saying this long sentence, Hualing was reminded by Yuan Qing. She could say this flowery word to her senior sister, but she did not dare to confess her own feelings.

Talking is not as easy as living.

"If there's nothing else to ask, Hualing pamit." Without waiting for Zhang Junqing's response, Hualing saluted then left. The words 'thank you and I understand' lamented as he closed the door.

Hualing sighed then looked up, looking at the blue sky and the thin clouds far up there. "In the end the situation of senior sister is the same as I felt." she whispered softly. If Zhang Junqing's feelings were hindered by the teacher-student relationship, then the feelings were hindered by the status of master and servant.

Although Yuan Qing refused to acknowledge that he was the incarnation of the God of war, his memory was not.

And as for his memory, "It seems that I have to ascertain the truth of my memory," he whispered again then walked away, went to the next peak for the delivery of spirit stones and only returned during the day.

Passing the path, Hualing looked at the remains of a dried up tree that had been purified from demonic energy. He sighed, 'it seems that I should go back reminding ah Qing not to use her demonic energy within the sect.' he thought tired.

Amongst all of the peak master direct disciple courtyards, there were two courtyards that looked alive with peonies and peach trees inside. One was Hualing's and the other one was Xie Shaosheng's.

There were times when Hualing thought that Xie Shaosheng must have been from a noble family, seeing how elegant the man's decorating tastes were.

Passing through Xie Shaosheng's courtyard, Hualing saw a blue bell flower peeking out from behind the low fence. Senior brother Xie Shaosheng seems to be getting new flowers in the courtyard. Extending her visibility, she saw the owner of the courtyard holding a brush in the shade of a shady peach tree.

"Brother Shaosheng, what are you doing?" the question was as soon as it passed the door, crossing the courtyard full of flowers.

"Little sister, you're here. Just painting a few things." he answered looking up for a moment then refocused on the ink scratches on the white paper.

Hualing approached, standing beside Shaosheng who was sitting at the low table. Seeing how his senior brother's hand was dancing with an elegant and supple sweep.

"Shaosheng's brother's painting is very beautiful." Hualing praised as he sat himself down beside Xie Shaosheng, helping his senior brother grind the ink.

"Little sister is very good at praising. Actually I saw this scene in my dream, even though it had been a few days I still could not forget it." Shaosheng replied without taking his eyes off.

"What kind of dream can you not forget?" ask her with a smile. He stretched his neck, trying to look at the painting that was beginning to show his image.

A magnificent building with a broken roof and something that looks like rolling clouds.

'Why is this painting not foreign?' ask in the mind. Hualing stopped his activity of grinding ink, looking closely at Shaosheng's hand movements.

Some lines are drawn randomly from the cloud, forming cracks that branch toward the shattered roof.

'CLOTH!'

The ink in his hand broke in two, his lips parted open with a look of horror. The events in Xie Shaosheng's painting are certainly no stranger.

The building inside the painting was the building of the war god palace in the ninth heaven, and the event depicted was the moment the heavenly thunders were triggered due to the birth of the destiny-breaking Bell.