Volume Ⅱ Chapter 31 – Blob Translations
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The light gradually broke through the clouds and cleared away the fog in the valley.
Cheng Qian didn’t know how long he’d remained on his knees, nor did he know how he should pick himself up or even where he should go.
Inside his brain were flashbacks of his master sheltering him from the rain, his head-wagging chant, and the Fuyao Wooden Swordplay. Those sword moves just kept repeating in his head, whether he wanted to watch or not.
And in the end, all that was left was the numbness and helplessness which came from the loss of a loved one.
Cheng Qian was like a little bird that had come back from its first attempt at flying and joyfully wanted to be praised, only to find that the nest was gone. From this day on, he would never receive that praise he had yearned for, even if, someday, he became an exceptional master of his abilities.
Cheng Qian did not want to admit his fright. It was only loneliness, he thought.
It was not until this moment that Cheng Qian felt deep in his core that he needed an enemy, something that, for the next decade, the decades after that, or even for the rest of his life, would give him some kind of clear and strong direction, and let him draw from this hatred an inexhaustible strength that would anchor him, unswervingly, to his course.
Sadly, he didn’t have one.
His master had seen through him. He’d anticipated what Cheng Qian would instinctually do in a time of helplessness, so he didn’t give Cheng Qian any chance.
Not a single word had slipped his mouth regarding the entanglements between him, Jiang Peng, the nameless Lord Beiming, and the Four Saints. He’d buried all those stories in the earth along with that copper coin, leaving not even a seed of hatred for Cheng Qian, thus forcing him to throw away everything he could possibly rely on to pick himself up after crying.
At the same time, however, Muchun Zhenren did leave a little tail to him—his junior sister who was howling until she was out of breath.
With Puddle’s current intelligence, she couldn’t quite comprehend what had just happened. She was famished, so she looked around for her master but couldn’t find him. There was only her senior brother who didn’t pay attention to her at all.
Though she might be a sturdy child without a demanding temper, she could no longer hold back her hunger, and so she cried. But she soon discovered that her cry didn’t work; therefore, she switched to gnawing on the wooden sword created by her master.
When Cheng Qian finally thought of his junior sister, she had dug several pits in the wooden sword using her only five milk teeth.
They were truly milk teeth worthy of the Heavenly Monster!
Cheng Qian teetered, and he picked himself up by pressing on his knees. Then he forced apart Puddle’s mouth with his hands. “Spit it out!”
“Ah ah!” Puddle spat out two chips of wood at him.
After that, she was carried to a riverside by her senior brother and was forced to rinse her mouth. It was Puddle’s first time seeing her third senior brother’s exasperated side. Then she threw a tantrum.
Cheng Qian shot a fierce glance at her. “Stop crying.”
“Ah ah ah!” Puddle screamed in protest.
Cheng Qian just passively let her cry and stared at her with a steady gaze.
Puddle cried for a while by his side. Then she found that there was no use in crying like that at all. She didn’t know where Master had gone. Since it was just the two of them, she didn’t even have anyone to whom she could tattle on her senior brother. Therefore, she ceased to sob and sat there silently, hoping that her third senior brother’s conscience would have him find some food for her.
