Forced to Become My Amnesiac Arch-Rival’s Fake Dao Companion Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Outside Lumen City Lies the Deer Platform (2)

It seemed that only at times like these did Bai Chunsheng remember that he was Yan Yi’s Dao companion. Yan Yi had thought about this before. He calmly took half a step forward, allowing Bai Chunsheng to hide behind him a little more securely.

It looked as though Gu Jinnian and Jiang Ji were about to break into a full-blown argument, but something must have crossed their minds, because both of them suddenly quieted down. Gu Jinnian snapped, “I’m packing my things and heading back to the Middle Realm tomorrow.”

Jiang Ji let out a cold laugh. “Go ahead, I’d be more than happy if you left. Stir up as much chaos as you can out there. Best if you die outside and never come back to Tianqing Sect.”

Clearly at odds with each other, Jiang Ji turned to He Shan and told her to embed their identity tokens into the teleportation array. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the symbols on the edge of the formation started to emit a chilling, cold light. Layer after layer of this light lit up, eventually forming a towering pillar that slowly expanded and swallowed the five figures standing nearby.

The world spun wildly. When Bai Chunsheng opened his eyes again, he found himself standing beneath the main gate of the old Tianqing Sect. The gate was carved from spiritual jade into fierce, beast-like creatures formed of icy energy, so lifelike that just a glance would send chills down the spines of any with ill intent. The three characters “Tianqing Sect” on the plaque looked like writhing flood dragons—fluid and vibrant—as if sword energy had been sealed within the wood and was now struggling to break free. Unlike the openly displayed and boastful “Wan Huo Quan” inscription, these three characters were more restrained, yet no less powerful. They exuded a calm, poised authority.

Bai Chunsheng was stunned—this was unexpected.

He hadn’t thought these people would still remember to bring the sect gate with them while fleeing for their lives.

Seeing his dazed look, He Shan said, rather proudly, “This was made from Cold-Heart Jade, personally mined by our sect’s grandmaster from the icy mountains of the northern glacier. It was carved with the likeness of the Master of the Peach Blossom Isles from the Eastern Seas. The inscription was written by the elder patriarch of the Yan family, Yan Jianhang.”

Bai Chunsheng wasn’t too surprised, though. Every time he visited Tianqing Sect, the Daoists there would repeat this story like old oxen chewing grass. He had heard it so many times that his ears were getting calloused.

Gu Jinnian lowered his head slightly, acting as if he didn’t hear a single word from the group beside him, and walked straight toward the smaller gate beside the main entrance. The main gate was tightly shut—normally opened only for esteemed guests. Jiang Ji, He Shan, and Gu Jinnian were all considered hosts. Yan Yi and Bai Chunsheng, however, were mere visiting cultivators at the moment and thus unworthy of the main gate’s welcome. They had to use the side entrance.

Just before they stepped inside, Jiang Ji seemed to suddenly remember something. She reached into her storage pouch and pulled out two jade tokens. “I sent word back to the sect a few days ago. Right now, we’re sorely lacking manpower. The two of you saved He Shan and me—you’re genuine benefactors.”

“Technically, Brother Bai, I should personally deliver your ancestral registration to you. But alas, our sect has just faced a disaster. Seven days ago, Daoist Suoji of our sect expended part of his lifespan to petition the abbot of Huayan Temple in the Western Region. What he discovered was shocking—our Grandmaster’s death is closely tied to the Tai Xu Sect.”

“The entire sect is on edge now, afraid that spies from the Tai Xu Sect may have infiltrated us.”

“I trust you both, of course. With my guarantee, you won’t need to go through the Hall of Discipline to verify your identities. Just go to the Hall of Affairs, take on a task, and complete it.” Jiang Ji smiled and gave Bai Chunsheng and Yan Yi a bow. “I hope the two of you will one day achieve your hearts’ desire.”

“I’ve already spoken with the steward at the Hall of Affairs. Just show him your tokens—he’ll recognize you.”

With that, Jiang Ji and He Shan stepped through the side door and rose into the sky on clouds. Colored clouds gathered around them as they flew toward the tall buildings in the distance. Bai Chunsheng turned the jade token over in his hand and injected a thread of spiritual power into it. A fine purple line appeared on its surface, pointing them forward.

Even though the sect had been rebuilt, it was still clear that the remaining members of Tianqing Sect had poured considerable effort into reconstructing it according to the original layout and style. In truth, Bai Chunsheng didn’t really need the token to guide him—he already knew the way. But to avoid arousing suspicion in case Jiang Ji was secretly watching them, he deliberately led Yan Yi on a rather roundabout route through the sect grounds.

While walking, Bai Chunsheng quietly transmitted a message to Yan Yi, “She’s probably suspicious of your identity.” Last time they returned, Jiang Ji had deliberately brought up Ye Jingxing—it was clearly a way to test Yan Yi.

Encountering two mysterious and immensely powerful cultivators by sheer luck—especially someone like Yan Yi, a sword cultivator who could battle far beyond his level—was extremely rare. What was more, the two of them just so happened to need something from her. Taking all these factors into account, it would have been hard not to be suspicious. And when you added Jiang Ji’s earlier claim that the death of Daoist Changping might be connected to the Tai Xu Sect—combined with existing rumors that “Ye Jingxing” might be a disciple of that very sect—there was no way someone as experienced as Jiang Ji wouldn’t be on guard around Bai Chunsheng and Yan Yi.

For all he knew, Jiang Ji and Gu Jinnian, who had seemed on the verge of an argument, might be standing behind some door right now, having an intense discussion about how to deal with the two of them.

Still, Bai Chunsheng didn’t care how Jiang Ji interpreted or speculated about his and Yan Yi’s intentions.

By the time she figured out their true identities, he would probably already be settled deep in the Wutong Tree Sea, free to soar through the skies or dive through the seas without constraint.

—The kind even Yan Jingqiu couldn’t catch and Bo Yan couldn’t chase.

As if Jiang Ji was any real threat, Bai Chunsheng thought smugly: Hmph.

Author’s Note:


Bai Chunsheng (smug): Hmph.


Bai Chunsheng (angry): Hmph!


But in Yan Jingqiu’s eyes, it was always—Bai Chunsheng acting cute: “Hmph~”

A revised idiom: “Let the birds fly as the sky is high, let the fish leap as the sea is wide.”

—Now it’s:“Let the duck fly as the sky is high, let the duck leap as the sea is wide.”

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