Gu Daoist Master

Chapter 3 : Please go aside and scram

Bang, Bang, Bang.

The patrolling night watchman banged his wooden clappers in a rhythm.

The sounds spread into the high pillar houses; Fang Yuan opened his dry eyelids while his heart silently thought, “Its already the hour before dawn.”

He had been lying in bed thinking for a long time last night. He thought up a lot of plans. He probably only slept for a little over two hours. This body has not started cultivating, his energy is not so vigorous and thus his body and mind were still shrouded in exhaustion.

However with 500 years of experience Fang Yuan had long build up deep steel-like determination. This sort of sleep-deprived exhaustion is nothing to him.

Immediately he shoved away the thin silk blanket and got up neatly. He opened the window and found that the spring rain had stopped.

The mix of fragrance of the earth, trees and wild flowers greeted him. Fang Yuan felt his head clear, the sleepiness washing away cleanly. Right now the sun had yet risen, the sky still a deep dark blue, not dark yet not bright.

Looking around, the tall houses made of green bamboo and wood contrasting with the mountain, was a sea of pale green colour.

The tall houses had at least two floors; it was the mountain folk’s unique structure of a house. Due to the mountain’s uneven terrain, the first floor is massive wooden stakes; the second floor is where the people reside. Fang Yuan and his brother Fang Zhen stayed at the second floor.

“Young master Fang Yuan, you’re awake. I will go upstairs and wait for you to wash up.” At this moment, a maiden’s voice floated up from downstairs.

Looking down, Fang Yuan saw his own personal servant – Shen Cui.

Her looks were only slightly above average, but she dressed up well. Shen Cui wore a green robe with long sleeves and trousers, had embroidered shoes on her feet and her black hair had a pearl hairpin. Her body from head to toe radiated youthful vitality.

She looked happily at Fang Yuan while carrying a basin of water, and walked upstairs. The water was at the right warm temperature and was used to wash the face. After rinsing his mouth, he used a willow twig with snow salt to clean his teeth.

he was done she helped Fang Yuan dress, her plump breasts rubbing against his elbow or his back a few

no expression; his heart was calm

she enraptured him, but after the Awakening Ceremony when his status plummeted she quickly turned away her head

was in time to see Shen Cui smoothing the creases on the clothing of Fang Yuan’s chest. His eyes had a flicker

with his older brother, under the care of Fang Yuan he also had a servant waiting on him. However his

can Shen Cui wait on me like this, wonder what it feels like?” Fang

not even have a servant to wait on him. It was

her mother was the Mother Shen(1) who stood beside his aunt and uncle. Mother Shen was the caretaker of the entire household –

tidy up.” Fang Yuan impatiently brushed away Shen Cui’s soft small hands. His clothing had long

Fang Yuan’s possibility of having an A grade talent was huge. If she could be his concubine she would be able to elevate

by her and had feelings for Shen Cui. After his rebirth he was clear as a blazing fire, his heart as cold as

odd and upsetting. She wanted to reply in a spoiled way but being scared by his cold and confusing nature, her mouth opened and closed a few times before she ended up saying ‘yes’

you ready?” Fang Yuan asked Fang

at the doorway, his head bowed down to look at his toes. He muttered a light ‘yes’. Fang Zheng had actually been awake since the fourth watch, too nervous to fall back asleep. He quietly got out of

life how could he not understand? But right now it was meaningless to him, and he lightly said,

house. On the way they bumped into many youths of similar age, all in groups of twos and threes, quite clearly heading to the same

Their ears could pick up the small cautious talk. “The one walking in front is Fang Yuan, he’s the Fang Yuan who created the poems,”

no regard for others, just like the rumors say.” Someone said in a sour tone filled with jealousy

also act like that!” Someone coldly

listened expressionlessly. He had long been accustomed to this kind of discussion. His head low,

casting Fang Yuan’s shadow over his face. The sun rose gradually, but Fang

in this life, he would never

pressure on his chest making his breathing difficult. This damned feeling

this talk is a good example of the saying: ‘those who of outstanding talent easily bring about jealous from others’,”

grade talent, he would

got dreary

previous life, he could perceive with the finest detail in this life. This was the ability of keen insight that