Click…

 Followed by the press of a keystroke, a series of reminders appeared: ‘

Account username of A-rank Xingtian Legion Commander Xu Yangyi has been detected. Please confirm your spiritual sense.’

 The Featherwood Guard’s symbol emerged, and Xu Yangyi smirked, using his spiritual sense to scan.

Jingle… 

A voice that was pleasant to the ears was heard. “Confirmation success. All contents of A-rank demons and above are not to be divulged.” 

He massaged his temples. It was unknown which company had developed such an analogous scanning function, but it had long since been incorporated into the present cultivation world. The internet brought a convenience that far transcended flying pigeons for the transmission of books or jade slips in the same fashion. Naturally, such a thing as an account had spread throughout the cultivation world. 

Xu Yangyi didn’t have the effort to think about this, massaging his temples purely because of the discomfort brought on by looking at the computer for several hours. Nonetheless, he only sipped at his coffee and continued to throw himself into browsing. The computer went dark. It didn’t immediately display an image, but rather the emergence of a row of small characters. 

‘S-rank demons are not concluded by realm, but instead the final determinations of bloodline. Their realms may not be high. However, each bloodline is equal to a lost species of ancient times. To the extent that many are mythologized creatures. Moreover, there is a possibility that living fossils which have survived from distant times to the present exists… All images and videos have been exchanged with for the lives of hundreds and thousands of cultivators. Viewer discretion is advised.’

This paragraph of words couldn’t be removed. Twenty seconds later, the computer screen lit up and transformed into the first image! It was a demon that had a dragon-like head and a tortoise-like body. It hadn’t undergone Form Transformation, calmly dwelling in a tremendous lake. Xu Yangyi’s gaze faintly brushed over and looked clearly at the data below the image.

“Hunan Province’s Dongting Lake. 1931. Wyvern bloodline, purity: 70%. Realm: Initial Foundation Establishment. Disappeared in 1957, location unknown. Strength evaluation: has already awakened innate divine ability, a water-related divine ability. Gentle disposition, no tendency for brutality. Skin and flesh possess the natural ability to weaken qi. Initial evaluation: non-dangerous demon.”

Xu Yangyi swept the data with an eye and immediately clicked his computer mouse. To his surprise, he didn’t expect to see an ‘acquaintance’ on his second image.

“Jadewave, birth date unknown. In 1579, Jadewave appeared at the northeast’s Four Great Joint Pools, taking Old Black Mountain as his lair. There are accounts of him once emerging in 1207. Realm: unknown (suspected to be at middle or late Foundation Establishment). Bloodline: unknown. Based on the scanning of biologists, there is an enormous possibility that Jadewave is a lost prehistoric species that has awakened after a geological era. Bloodline purity: unknown.”

“Strength evaluation: has awakened innate divine ability, water-related divine ability. Neutral standing. Disposed towards offensive tendencies. Initial evaluation: secondary danger-level demon.”

Xu Yangyi narrowed his eyes, his hand faintly pausing here. He couldn’t help but gasp in admiration towards the cultivation powers’ degree of work comprehensiveness. Perhaps even Jadewave himself hadn’t discovered that amidst his unwittingness, he’d already been examined for the most part. Especially his blood. The only data missing in calculation was what species he was.

Xu Yangyi wasn’t reluctant to leave, continuing to click away. Flipping through page after page, he saw a colossal shadow at the bottom of the ocean. He saw a massive eye under a large crack at the epicenter of a great earthquake. He saw a tens-of-meters-wide bird’s nest in a cave in a mountain that had no one had entered for over a century… Time drifted on by minutes and seconds. Another four hours passed… 

At the door, a pair of high heels came to a halt. Mao Ba’er glanced over. “The person you wanted to find hasn’t been found. Her name doesn’t exist in the entire nation, but people with the same name don’t come up. That can only be considered luck.” 

“I know.” The woman gently lifted her white cotton jacket and sat down. “Is he inside?”

Mao Ba’er nodded. “I advise you not to go in. Give him a bit of his own time.”

The woman serenely fished out a cigarette. “Want one?”

“No thank you.” Mao Ba’er deadpanned in a moment of rareness.

The woman didn’t say anything. 

Click.

 A lighter sparked into flame. She took a faint drag. “What were you guys like… before?”

“What were we like, huh…” A brilliant wisp of reminisce streaked through Mao Ba’er’s eyes, his tail wagging. “The first time I saw him, he was a crybaby kid…”

“Him?” The woman was stunned, a little incredulous as she puffed out smoke. “He was a crybaby?”

“What do you think?” Mao Ba’er briefly glared at the other. “How could an eight-year-old kid not cry after witnessing a scene like that with his own eyes? I remember he cried for an entire half a year. Afterwards, he didn’t open his mouth for a whole three. Once he was eleven, the first thing he said was that he would enter Heavens Law. Later on, once another year passed, he spoke again.”

The woman didn’t follow with words, merely taking puffs of her cigarette.

“But from that point on, he seemed to transform. He didn’t lag behind in any training whatsoever. I remember back then I had come to Heavens Law for my internship on manager-training courses. With one look, I saw a young boy drenched in the rain who was panting as he ran. He had several dozen kilograms pressing down on his back.” Mao Ba’er narrowed his eyes and sighed, “I was interested then. I asked him: are you being punished?”

“Can you guess what he said?”

“No.” The woman laughed.

“He said that his afternoon training still wasn’t done.” Mao Ba’er shrugged. “I felt then and there that it was really hard to find an idiot like that… so, I watched him for five years. The first year I watched him, he was in last place. In the second year, out of the entire academy’s thirty-plus students, he was twenty. In the third year, he was fifteen. In the fourth year, he was ten. In the fifth year, third. After that…” Mao Ba’er glanced at the tightly shut room. “He’s always been number one.”

The woman was silent for several seconds and put out her cigarette. “Each man different from the norm has their own defining story.”

“The assailants of everyone from the academy had been found, but only his was left. He should be this strong… It’s only natural… He should be…” Mao Ba’er was somewhat rueful. “In these ten-odd years, he finally has the moment, the opportunity to access these things. This time 

must 

be his.”

The woman shook her head. “If Heavens Law can’t find it, then how can he?”

“It's not like that,” Mao Ba’er said with rare seriousness. “There are demons, because they’re too precious, that Heavens Law can’t touch… Some demons have already been included on the protection list by the Myriad Demons Palace. Humans can’t act, either… For example, if a panda kills or injures someone, will the Chinese government give it the death penalty? They won’t… It’s very possible that his assailant is among one of these demons…”

The woman didn’t speak again and only looked at the door, a little lost in thought. Another hour passed. Xu Yangyi came out, his eyes fairly bloodshot. It was uncertain if it was because of his tangled emotions of the past or due to facing the computer. His expression was as usual, tranquil like lakewaters. 

Seeing the woman at the door, the crook of his mouth seemed to split. “How did you get in?” His voice was flat, so dull that not a shred of inflection could be discerned.

“I heard you became a commander. I thought you already died back then in that mess three years ago, so I’ve specifically come to see an old friend,” the woman chuckled as she stood up. She was beautiful, not at all inferior to some movie stars. Three years of time hadn’t left too much of a trace upon her body. Over twenty years old, she was like a honey peach waiting to be plucked. Waves of long wine-red hair draped over her shoulders. Under her white jacket, there was a tank top that exposed her navel. Beneath her short white skirt were an arcing pair of long fair legs, so beautiful that they enchanted men. She too was calm, bereft of excitement or sadness. These emotions seemed to have parted with her. 

“Sorry.” Xu Yangyi nodded. “I didn’t find your younger sister.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Su Lianyue apathetically lowered her head, pursing her red lips. “In any case… I didn’t have that big of a wish…”

“I had my friend investigate the entire nation’s population, accurate down to each village, but I still couldn’t find her.” Xu Yangyi looked into her eyes and said, “Among the people I’ve met, she isn’t one of them.”

Su Lianyue didn’t open her mouth. Eventually, she raised her head and laughed as she fiddled with her long hair. “We haven’t seen each other for so long; what’s the point of saying these things? C’mon, big sis will treat you to a drink.”

Xu Yangyi quietly looked at her. After ages, the corner of his mouth suddenly curved. “I thought you came to tell me that you had my kid.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Su Lianyue’s mood seemed to come to life, and she chuckled, her hand naturally coming to coil around Xu Yangyi’s powerful arm. “How ‘bout it, Commander? Won’t you do me the honor?”

Xu Yangyi laughed, “Let’s go.” 

As they passed through the lobby, Peony looked on in shock at the pair, her lips trembling. 

How?! Commander got a woman in the span of a day?! How could this be okay?! How could such a scandal pop up when the Yangyu Army has just been recently established?! No way! This has to be covered up! To preserve Commander’s heartthrob image!

The little bar was quiet. Both of them ordered alcohol and silently sat down in their seats, their eyes drawing the outline of the other’s silhouette.

“You haven’t changed,” Xu Yangyi said insipidly. 

“I’ve changed.” Su Lianyue’s right hand held a lit feminine cigarette, yet she didn’t take a drag. “I’ve grown old. 

“But you’re still exactly as handsome as you were three years ago… I heard you have a support team?”

Xu Yangyi laughed, “So I’ve heard, but I haven’t seen it.” 

“Then…” Su Liangyue looked at the liquor tray brought over by the server and softly laughed, “Has anyone used the method I gave to you to find my little sister?”

“Right now, none.” Xu Yangyi laughed dully as he watched Su Lianyue use both of her snow-white hands to gently put six cups of alcohol down on the table, and said, “What is this? I’m not versed in ordinary people things.”

“Its called ‘The Last Man’.” Su Lianyue smiled as she pushed over a cup, the brownish-yellow liquid refracting an intoxicating radiance under the light. “I ordered it 

especially

 for you. The standard drinking method is to drink all six cups in one shot.”

A silver pair of tongs picked up a pure sparkling ice cube. Followed by a thunk, it was tossed into the alcohol cup. A splashing pearl of alcohol appeared to reflect the pair’s gazes. Xu Yangyi didn’t say anything, picking up the cup and draining it. One cup was answered with another cup. Tonight, the two of them were both frustrated people.

The yesterday that abandons me can no longer remain. The today that vexes my mind is of more worry.

[1]

No one spoke. Finishing the six cups, Xu Yangyi tugged on Su Lianyue’s hand to get up and leave. In a five-star hotel, both of their upper bodies were in tight embrace as they fell onto a bed. There was no light, only the dotting starlight from outside the room. The night wind enters the heart, blowing a wrinkle on springtime waters.

[2]

“I’m too weak.” Amidst the tranquility, Xu Yangyi said complicatedly. “S-rank demons aren’t based on cultivation, only bloodline… but the current me isn’t even an opponent for the weakest among them…”

“Maybe outsiders consider me weak, but in fact… compared with Foundation Establishment seniors, they can’t even look me straight in the eyes…” A burst of night wind breezed into the room as it followed the opening of a French window. 

Su Lianyue’s gaze was tender, her hand unhurriedly stroking and caressing the demon slayer’s back. She laughed as she said, “You’re strong. Who in the Qi Condensation realm has reached this stage step by step? In Qi Condensation, how many people can beat you? At least in my eyes, you’re the strongest Qi Condensation cultivator I’ve ever seen.”

“So, you haven’t found it?” Su Lianyue stroked the head of spiky hair in front of her and asked softly. 

Unrelated, there was just a lion in an unseen place licking at its wounds. At the time of his next emergence, he would still be the king of all beasts. Right now, she was only a lioness helping him lick his wounds. Xu Yangyi didn’t open his mouth. Eventually, Su Lianyue heard a slightly muffled noise.

“Mhm.” It carried a whiff of alcohol and a tiny release of tension, difficult in its liberation. 

“You’ll find it.” Su Lianyue looked at the starlight outside the window and gently patted Xu Yangyi’s back.

1. This line is from a poem by Tang Poet Li Bai. Basically, it means to live in the present, not the past, if you didn’t pick up on it.

2. “The night wind enters the heart, blowing a wrinkle in springtime water” This line is from a famous Tang Poet Feng Yansi, an idea of rippling waves on the surface of water.

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