The Trash Sect's Ascension - chapter 4

I had no time to argue with her, because Master’s coughing up blood was getting worse.

Third Junior Brother’s expression was grave.

If this continued, Master would only have seven sevens left.

The Old Man didn’t care at all when he heard this. He said he knew that whenever the responsibilities of the sect were mentioned, each of us would hide away cleanly. Fortunately, the youngest disciple was diligent and motivated, wholeheartedly devoted to cultivation.

With Sunset Glow Sect entrusted to her, it would surely flourish. He could consider himself worthy of his own master’s trust.

From now on, he could finally lay down the heavy burden on his shoulders.

He wiped the blood from his beard, smacked his lips, and said he wanted braised chicken for dinner.

Absent-mindedly, I tossed the iron wok, watching the curling smoke rise, and suddenly recalled the rolling black mist deep within the Demonic Abyss.

Back then, I lay at the bottom of the cliff.

My Dantian was shattered, my Sea of Consciousness dried up, my bones and tendons all broken. I could only listen to the Demon Soul’s roar, quietly awaiting death.

The black mist devoured everything before my eyes, but it could not cover the golden radiance of the Two Paths Flower.

The flower bloomed in twin blossoms, one white and one black, with silver roots and golden branches and leaves.

I could not mistake it; it was indeed the Two Paths Flower.

The legendary sacred healing herb.

I strained my neck, slowly biting off the petals, leaves, and roots.

Even the juice splattered on the ground, I licked clean.

I wanted to live, even if there was only a sliver of hope.

The Two Paths Flower restored my Dantian and Sea of Consciousness, reforged my bones and tendons.

Only when I felt True Essence flowing within my Dantian did I dare believe-I had truly survived.

It was the Two Paths Flower that saved me.

I ate one blossom.

But I remembered, there was still another blossom there.

I abandoned the half-cooked braised chicken, even forgetting to extinguish the stove fire.

From Sunset Glow Sect to the Demonic Abyss, the journey was long.

At the bottom of the Demonic Abyss, the situation was unpredictable; anything could happen.

Master didn’t have much time left. I had to go quickly and return quickly.

But without the Xian Shuang Sword, I couldn’t reach the bottom of the cliff alone.

Second Junior Sister put down her iron hammer, Third Junior Brother set aside his flower hoe.

On Luo Xia Mountain, the furnace fire was still burning, the flower fields half-tilled.

That day, the fiery clouds spread across the horizon, igniting half the azure sky.

Under the Pear Blossom Tree, the Old Green Donkey brayed, watching us depart.

Master’s courtyard, and Master within it, drifted farther and farther away in the rosy glow of sunset.

I wondered if dinner ever saw the braised chicken, and whether the Old Man would be so angry he’d stomp his feet.