Xie Zhiwei slowly straightened up.
What does
the hero mean by this?
He knew the protagonist was very hard-working. The novel dedicated one-third of its content to describe all the humiliation he endured, the hard work he put in, just to flatter all the people he could use in the court. Another third was dedicated to how he re-entered the cultivation world four years later and used a year’s time to establish another kingdom.
But the unreliable Gallant Outlaw made him sleep for four years, making him miss out on the hero’s crucial development period.
There was nothing wrong with being hard-working, but why did the hero spend time perfecting something as insignificant as calligraphy? It was hard enough to get good handwriting, much less copy another person’s handwriting perfectly
I don’t understand, I really don’t.
How much time did you waste ah, brat? Why not use that time to pick up girls instead?
After all, the last third of the novel was dedicated to the unspeakable things! If the hero protected his chastity like jade, then the novel length would shrink. Gallant Outlaw would cry himself blind.
The ceremony ended with the crackling of firecrackers to break the silence of the hall. After the noise faded, the crowd was fully in awe. Mu He was used to such eyes and simply raised his chin to look at Chu Zhishi, his gaze like arrows.
The latter slammed the table and stood up with a cold face. “Brat, you’re acting pitiful and showing off. What are you playing at?”
I don’t get what Cheese means by “acting pitiful,” but it’s true he’s kinda showing off. How did the protagonist’s depths turn so deep? Xie Zhiwei mused.
Mu He simply replied, “Shizun passed on his true teachings to me. Shizun also left Qingping Sword to me. I’m the only one in the world who knows his last wish. From what position are you saying those words?”
Sheesh, the hero is using his calligraphy to plaster gold on his face. Is he trying to say, “Laozi can even copy Xie Zhiwei’s words thoroughly, so why should you doubt me?”
Chu Zhishi was so angry he laughed. “I’m not in a position to eliminate Chi Yan, so what about you? From what position are you speaking to me? Do you need second senior brother to come back to life and personally expel you from the sect before you give up?”
“Shizun would not,” Mu He said lightly. His brows were relaxed and a smile played about his lips as he said those words, as if the person he was talking about was looking at him firmly right now.
Xie Zhiwei heard a little girl sigh with praise by his side. “Wow, he’s so gentle and handsome.”
Yes
quite gentle. If the hero knew he was saddened over nothing with my death, he would definitely gently
kill me.
Chu Zhishi descended from the audience seats step by step. “Then you tell me what second senior brother’s final wish was. Don’t tell me it’s for you to shrink your head and hide away? To let his death anniversary pass by year after year without a murmur?”
Mu He smiled slightly. “Youngest martial uncle doesn’t need to fret. I will naturally bring a huge gift back to see shizun.”
Chu Zhishi’s steps faltered before he finished the stairs in a few more steps. “Who let you call me that?” he reprimanded, “Don’t be so smug, brat. I won’t let you take a single step past the daoist sect gates.”
The two of them were facing off as if no one else was there. Yin Wushuang wanted to pull Mu He back, but she had never seen him so cold. Although he was still smiling, his aura was completely foreign to her.
She was even a little afraid.
Tantai Meng murmured to Du Sheng, “Master, this Shizi and Chu zhenren seem to harbor a deep grudge.”
Xie Zhiwei was lost as well. The hero was behaving flawlessly today, so why did he suddenly get agitated? And why was he so at odds with Chu Zhishi? Cheese too! What kind of martial uncle was he? Saying he’d expel Mu He from the sect when that was his only disciple, all right? Does he take me to be dead?

all right, I am actually dead.
Du Sheng stroked his prayer beads as he coaxed, “Shizi has been living deep within the king’s estate these past few years. On account of his youth, the King of Nine Provinces took measures to restrain him, which made it inconvenient for him to go in and out. Now that he’s reached the year of his adulthood ceremony, he can naturally visit Xie zhenren often. City Lord Chu has only misunderstood because he’s hurt that Xie zhenren misses Shizi. Everyone has good intentions, so let’s not disturb the peace.”
Chu Zhishi pointed at himself. “Me, hurt?”
Mu He sighed as sorrow clouded his eyes. “Many thanks to Great Master. I believe that youngest martial uncle is only hurt and that’s why
 But haven’t I missed shizun day and night? Though he only taught me a few months, these ties can be reforged. Since youngest martial uncle resents me for not visiting shizun at Summit City in the past, why stop me now? Forget it, I don’t want to argue. Shizun would also
be unhappy.”
Xie Zhiwei silently wiped away some sweat. Thank goodness, thank goodness, he’s not unhappy, just in shock.
The hero was really putting his white lotus act to good use. If he hadn’t read about the protagonist’s blackening in the novel, he’d almost be touched by those words.
Look at those red-rimmed eyes, those pursed little lips. Look at all the girls aching for his sake. Look at how angry Cheese is with his fists clenched and shaking. He looks like he’s about to beat someone up. Really, I gotta give it to him for his temper

Yin Wushuang couldn’t bear to see Mu He sad and was about to comfort him when she passed Du Sheng and accidently met eyes with Tantai Meng. The two females looked at each other in indifference, to confusion, then finally doubt and realization.
Yin Wushuang stomped her foot and pointed at Tantai Meng with a yell. “Well ah, so it’s you! At last I’ve caught you. Mu He gege, they’re the ones who refused to give me the sugar figurine that day!” She grabbed Tantai Meng by the sleeve. “Where’s that ugly masked monster? Is he here too?!”
The sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise. Female drama was always more exciting than male ones, so everyone abandoned Mu He and Chu Zhishi to focus on the girls. Xie Zhiwei felt a headache coming on. This girl is really unattractive. Right now the focus shouldn’t be on me, ah. Can we shift the camera to the hero? We’re getting off topic.
If the actors were always so flighty, the director would have kicked them out by now!
Du Sheng was perplexed. “Meng-er, what’s this about? What ugly monster?”
Tantai Meng quietly explained, “Master, she’s talking about Benefactor.”
Hearing her explain the events, he nodded and said shanzai before moving to stand in front of her. “Little commandery princess, the one you mentioned is the benefactor of my Buddhist sect. He wasn’t born like that originally, but had an illness ruin his looks. But the beauty of a person comes from their heart and shouldn’t be judged by external appearances
”
“Ugly is ugly,” Yin Wushuang declared, “Besides, he thinks so too, or else why would he cover his face and not let people see?”
Chu Zhishi’s ears perked up as he sneered. “Sure enough, people like you don’t stop messing around no matter where you go.”
Mu He’s expression remained unruffled. “Wushuang, Great Master Du Sheng has already explained the previous misunderstanding to me. Don’t pursue it, okay?”
Yin Wushuang pouted. “It’s okay not to pursue it, but he should at least make amends! What’s with shrinking back like a turtle?” As she spoke, her eyes scanned the crowd before she suddenly pointed at a figure trying to slip away. “It’s you! Stop! Someone catch him, quick!”
The retainers on both sides immediately pounced while drawing the blades at their waists. Hearing this, Xie Zhiwei’s heart lurched. If he fought back, he’d be exposed. If he didn’t fight and was captured instead, he could be exposed as well.
“Don’t be rude!” Tantai Meng’s gaze grew stern at the sight of swords. She flash-stepped to the entrance and stepped forward to shield Xie Zhiwei.
Xie Zhiwei was extremely touched. As expected of the heroine, she’s a good girl and courageous.
Since these were the holy grounds of the Buddhist sect, the retainers didn’t dare act rashly, but looked to their master instead. Yin Wushuang only yelled, “What are you standing there for? Attack all at once!”
The retainers obeyed without question and charged. Tantai Meng met them with her sword as both sides fought back and forth. Xie Zhiwei debated whether to help, but discovered that the heroine’s martial arts skills were still enough to deal with a few soldiers and commanders despite lacking her original novel skills.
In the hall, Mu He sighed and apologized to Du Sheng. “Wushuang is capricious and has caused trouble for Great Master.”
“No matter,” Du Sheng replied, “It’s not a bad thing to let Meng-er spar with them.”
Mu He nodded, accepted the tea from a young monk, and prepared to sit down. But Yin Wushuang happened to overhear Du Sheng’s words and grew unhappy.
“Spar? No. Mu He gege, go and help them too. I just want an apology, is that so hard?”
“Me?” Mu He looked at her.
“Right ah, Mu He gege’s Qingping Sword is so mighty. Take it out and show them some stuff! You can beat them silly with one hand!”
Mu He was about to refuse when Chu Zhishi snickered. “So powerful? I’m afraid you’re just borrowing second senior brother’s fame.”
Mu He chuckled back. “It seems like youngest martial uncle has high hopes for this disciple.”
Xie Zhiwei’s eyelids twitched before he turned tail to flee.
“Mu He gege, he’s running away!” Yin Wushuang cried.
Good for you ah, Yin Wushuang. It’s only right that the original hero doted on the heroine and not you! Xie Zhiwei could only use the power of his two legs to flee towards the front of the mountain. With Mu He’s current cultivation level, he’d be exposed as soon as he used spiritual power.
With hooded eyes, Mu He turned back leisurely and looked in the direction Yin Wushuang was pointing out of the corner of his eye. Against the light of the sun, a figure was quickly dashing off, his wide sleeves billowing in the wind and his figure as slender as cultivated bamboo. Mu He’s eyes stalled before he spilled some tea in his hand. Immediately afterwards, he disappeared in front of everyone’s eyes.
Xie Zhiwei had just ran to the nearby Mahavira Hall before he was forced to halt. The pond that used to raise the Golden Lotus was half dry thanks to its water being used to put out the fire beforehand. There were dying stumps and leaves inside. What was more infuriating was that Du Sheng had wanted to seize the reconstruction chance to expand the pond along with the entire front of the mountain. How was he supposed to long jump over the muddy pond in front of him?
He didn’t dare act rashly, but sensed a powerful spiritual signature approaching. At some point, the hero had actually started chasing him.
I didn’t expose any spiritual power, ah
what raised his suspicions?
In a flash, Mu He had appeared behind Xie Zhiwei. The bamboo grove framing them on both sides was scorched the closer one drew to Mahavira Hall, their greens dyed strangely black hues. The background remained unmoving as if they had reached a wall.
Mu He extended his arm in a trance as tea spilled from his cup. Only then did he recover his wits and took another look. The man before him might be thin, but the exposed collarbone wasn’t jagged or bony. He was dressed in brocade robes that were a far cry from that crow-gray daoist garb. Moreover, the man was afraid—like so many of those poor weaklings in the world—so much that he was shaking.
Mu He’s lips hooked up into a bitter arc. 
how could it be him.
He’s lying underground at Summit City, the place I’ve been exhausting my life trying to find again

A commotion broke out behind him before the shouts were identified as Chu Zhishi, Tantai Meng, Yin Wushuang, and the rest. Mu He instantly withdrew all expressions and intoned, “Who is this excellency?”
Xie Zhiwei stared at the muddy ditch at his feet with an expression of death. Chu Zhishi had already caught up with Mu He and rebuked, “What are you going crazy over now, brat? What’s so impressive about staring down some barely-qualified rogue cultivator?”
F**k this, Xie Zhiwei thought before closing his eyes and leaping into the mud pool face first.
Silence came from the banks. When Xie Zhiwei resurfaced, his face was covered in filth. He roared roughly, “Don’t attack laozi, we can talk things over. Aish, it stinks to death.”
Mu He’s eyes chilled as killing intent flashed in his eyes. Qingping Sword appeared soundlessly in his left hand as the jasper lights at its hilt merged into a four-petal lotus shape. With a flick of his wrist, eerie green light shot towards Xie Zhiwei who was soaking in the water.
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The author has something to say:
Mu He: Shizun is even so handsome when he runs, I’m so lucky.
Translator’s Note: So yeah, Mu He hasn’t recognized XZW yet and won’t for a while
but author is having fun with her mini-theater haha.