Master of Untold Daos

To top it all off, it was a soul weapon!

Since he had its approval, he knew of its characteristics.

1. Quick and sharp!

2. Hard and tough!

3. Maximum nine times speed amplification.

4. Quelling souls.

The last effect was obvious. When it killed, the man would have no way of becoming an eternal Martyr, swallowed whole by the Nine Year Cicada.

Everyone knew a Martyr was eternal with soul weapons as their sole weakness.

Chen Ming cursed inside, Simply cruel.

The third effect was also plainly obvious. Just how Chen Ming’s ex-blade had twofold speed, this one was just far faster and sharper.

Soul weapons were strong yet Chen Ming’s level wasn’t enough to use them to their potential.

Luo Muye didn’t think Chen Ming’s act tarnished Emperor Qin Qiu. Weren’t they the only survivors? Was he to let an outsider take it?

His instinct leaned on relying on Chen Ming. He was but a child and Chen Ming was the only adult. He was meant to live under his wing.

“The blade fits uncle’s celestial warrior look!”

Chen Ming took a long look at him, What dark truth are those words hiding? “Anyone can see they are fake. Don’t say them again.”

Luo Muye nodded meekly, “Uh, yes uncle.”

He needed to get cicada’s good stuff back home and expand Yan Mountain’s power. However, they all belonged to the kid and Chen Ming wasn’t a petty senior, but a man of upstanding morals and ethics. How could the peace-loving Yan Mountain Mountain Lord possibly do such a despicable act?

The kid’s auras were not bad at all. If he could con him into the fold, then it’d be a done deal. How could his filial disciple ever conceive the thought his Master would take his things by force?

Chen Ming said, “With us as the only survivors, we can only look after each other. As of now, you will come with me.”

Luo Muye nodded, “Yes, uncle.”

Chen Ming didn’t put the cart before the horse and spoke of apprenticeship. He wasn’t in the habit of taking initiative in getting disciples, it was they who wailed before him in tears and snot to take them. This rule was set in stone.

Chen Ming said, “You’re still too young. Wait for a bit and I’ll give you a knife. You are unable to use these.”

Luo Muye was excited, “Awesome. The next time I go for fruits I can avoid climbing them only to fall on me. I can cut them down!”

Chen Ming had the urge to roll his eyes, Such pure thoughts!

Then again, it was expected for a three-year-old to have them.

With Luo Muye in tow, he went to check if he could open a few more doors, and stuff his pockets while he was at it.

This was the homeland of the last Emperor of the Galaxy. It had to be packed.

Treasure-hunting and the like was our dear Immortal Master Chen’s greatest thrill.

The two closed the door behind them and walked further in. There weren’t many doors he could open though. Besides the black sabers’ hall, only three more were opened.

Staying a day in the black saber warehouse of a hall, Luo Muye grew tired, “Uncle, I’m sleepy.”

Chen Ming took out a bed, “Sleep.”

Luo Muye tucked himself in and peaked at Chen Ming, “Uncle, I can’t sleep. Tell me a story.”

Chen Ming thought, Eh? The dark life of raising a child begins. It was hard enough raising those five broken toys and here comes another one to torture me!

Forget it. I, Immortal Master Chen, have so many children, one or two extra would hardly matter.

Chen Ming began, “Then I shall begin. This story is called Sleeping Beauty. Once upon a time, there was a princess who grew into an amazing beauty. She was one day cursed, and only a prince’s kiss could wake her... Finally, the prince and the princess lived happily ever after.”

Chen Ming said, “Now that you heard it, what have you learned?”

Luo Muye ponder for a while before answering solemnly, “To kiss the sleeping beauty as many times as I can?”

Chen Ming: ...

Fu...

Not even close!

Sigh, I can’t lower myself to a brat’s level. “Did you think this was what I wanted to tell you?”

Luo Muye said, “Are you speaking of doing unto others as you would have done to you, yet no one does it?”

He’s not wrong, in fact, right on the mark.

Chen Ming shook his head, “What I’m trying to tell you is, the reason why a prince could wake sleeping beauty through a kiss is because she’s a princess, and also beautiful. If she was a crone and neither a princess, no one would throw themselves into danger to rescue her.”

Luo Muye nodded with conviction, “I see, Uncle. If you wish to be kind and to resist the clutches of evil, you will die one day. And the dead kindhearted are only good to stir tears and sympathy.”

Chen Ming said, “Such a thing cannot give your life back. The thing I truly want to say is that a brat like you who no one likes will one day be caught by a bad man if he isn’t careful, or poisoned. There’s a saying in the Crownless Assembly, a toast for the dead, a toast for long life, and the final toast to myself. Although Crownless Assembly’s lands are chaotic, I do believe these words make sense. Life, we cannot control. Death, we cannot control either. But we have the time between them in our hands. We are our own masters!”

Luo Muye asked, “Uncle, if a bad man takes me, will you save me?”

Chen Ming pondered, “I will.”

Luo Muye asked, “Why?”

Chen Ming smiled, “Who else will save you if not I?”

Luo Muye nodded, “I see.”

Yeah, they were the last of the cicada. If not Chen Ming, who then would come to his rescue?

With Chen Ming’s grim fairy tales whispering in his ear, Luo Muye’s breath evened out. Chen Ming lied down on the bed, gripped by a sudden longing for those broken toys on Yan Mountain. It meant nothing else, it was just because they called him Master. They are my only family, walking the same road of cultivation together.

I wonder how are those brats doing.