Mt. Hua
After the heart-to-heart talk, Wang ZhenXian felt like he just removed one thorn piercing his heart. Now he felt a relief in the consolation that was given to him by his Shizun.
Amidst the falling of plum blossom flowers Wang ZhenXian's heart dances in the feeling of glee. The misunderstandings are clear now there is no room for agonizing.
The only concern left is if he could go home or be imprisoned in the historical cell, buried with history of ancestry.
"Your assignment is to familiarize all the notes in these scrolls. These are Universal Scrolls from the grandmaster. You can read them to widen your knowledge about the musical attack and healing techniques." The Venerable Shizun uttered.
Wang ZhenXian nodded and accepted the scrolls assigned to him.
"Go and practice I have something important to attend." Yan Jiangquing said to his disciple but before ZhenXian could step out of the room he added: "This time you need to practice hard. Tomorrow I will start evaluating your improvement."
"Yes, Shizun. This disciple understands." Then Wang ZhenXian left to the bamboo hut.
The Wuxia Peak with only two people residing is very peaceful and serene contradictory to the main part of the Yan Sect. The people outside the fenced wall of Yan Sect look chaotic that it is a total whole mess.
On the other side lies brown-suited people, big bodybuilders bringing their hatchet and hungry glistening sabre in their hands.
"Yan LanJin your dear friend from Yinyang Sect is here to have a talk with you! Would you give a face to this lowly one" The man in his brown brocade robe talk shouted outside the gate.
The guards on duty showed their faces a 'not believing you' kind of look as they can see the big muscles of the people the Yinyang Sect Leader, Yinyang Chao brought with him.
The Yan Sect disciples on the other hand, that was in the middle of their daily routines went to look at the commotion.
Whispering with each other: "Is that the Sect where Sister Jingyi punched their first line disciple? What are they doing here?"
The disciples who love gossips secretly uttered to the other disciple close to him.
"Right what are they doing here? Are they looking for a fight? My fist has been craving for something to punch though it would be great if I would have that one big builder!" Proudly replied by the other.
"Nah I am afraid you would turn into a punching bag ne!" The other replied with a mocking face.
"Shh! you all should shut your mouths if you still want to talk! Those people are really vicious as I heard they already colluded with the Ghost Sect." Said the other disciple who heard them talking.
"What is the commotion all about?" Everyone's eyes went to the one talking it was the Sect Leader together with the Venerable Shizun standing shoulder by shoulder they look really close brother.
The aura they emitted is different as the one is a shining bright sun while the other is serene as the moon.
The disciples that went outside to gossip suddenly feel their eyes go heart heart from the sight. It is really bad to say that the Yinyang bastards ruin the mood.

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How Can Something So Wrong Felt So Right All Along(Ongoing)
Historical FictionWang ZhenXian: "Shizun..I-I like you! But, it is not right! I-I should stop and go ba..ahck!" Yan Jiangquing: *smash the dividing screen and said, "Don't talk nonsense! You haven't given me your promised or are you trying to become a runaway wife no...