Chapter 489: Chapter 478: Sword Cultivator Father
"Sheng’er, do you not enjoy sword practice?" The father and son were silent for a while before Ye Qiu suddenly spoke.
Upon hearing this, Ye Sheng was startled and quickly stood up, saying anxiously, "No, Father, Sheng’er wishes to be a Sword Cultivator."
"You don’t need to be afraid, sit down and let’s talk." Ye Qiu sighed deeply, realizing for the first time that he had been imposing his ways on Sheng’er, and it’s no wonder that Sheng’er might develop a Heart Demon in the future.
Seeing Ye Qiu’s oppressive demeanor, Ye Sheng started blaming himself again, wondering if he had done something wrong or if he had embarrassed his Father. His father, the renowned Lonely Swallow Sword Lord, must be so disappointed to have a son who didn’t love sword practice!
"Sheng’er, Father is not blaming you. These past few days I kept thinking, am I harming you by forcing you to practice the sword?" Ye Qiu looked at his son, falling into self-reproach.
"Father..." Seeing Ye Qiu like this, Ye Sheng was stunned. Was his father blaming himself?
"Sheng’er, I’ve thought it over, if you don’t want to practice the sword anymore, then don’t." Afraid that his son would be scared again, Ye Qiu spoke these words and then walked out of the cave.
Ye Sheng hurriedly chased after him, but how could a child at the Qi Refining Fourth Level catch up with Ye Qiu at the Nascent Soul Stage?
Is Father truly disappointed in me?
Ye Sheng hung his head in distress, it must be true, otherwise Father wouldn’t have spoken to him like this. His father always had high expectations for him, hoping he would inherit his path, but now Father was actually telling him not to practice the sword anymore. Has he given up on him?
Ye Sheng slapped himself, blaming his own capriciousness. Being a Metal Spirit Root, the most suitable path was surely inheriting his father’s sword cultivation. Why then did he entertain thoughts of refining artifacts?
Has his father now given up hope on him?
Ye Sheng looked dazedly around the cave. His father had made a Medicine Pond in the cave for him; every time he returned from sword practice, the medicinal water in the pond was hot. Soaking in it for a two-hour period not only relieved fatigue but also strengthened his bones and muscles. His father, a Sword Cultivator, spent almost all his income on these herbs, yet he still failed to appreciate it and was lazy with his practice.
How could he be so ungrateful? How could he be such a scoundrel?
No, he must not let his father be disappointed.
Ye Sheng puffed up his slightly chubby young face, grabbed his sword, and headed to the top of Hidden Sword Peak. If a thousand strokes weren’t enough, then two thousand. He must not disappoint his father.
Meanwhile, Ye Qiu, afraid of putting more pressure on Ye Sheng, went alone to Artifact Refining Peak.
The master of Artifact Refining Peak is called Perfected Ming Shi, also a Nascent Soul Expert. Although emerging from the same sect as Ye Qiu, their relationship had always been strained due to Ye Qiu’s obstinacy.
Years ago, the young five-year-old Ye Sheng, because he enjoyed refining artifacts, frequently sneaked to Artifact Refining Peak. Ye Qiu thought that Ye Sheng was wasting time and mocked him for not following the Righteous Path.
These words were exactly what Perfected Ming Shi heard. Unlike Ye Qiu, Perfected Ming Shi saw great talent in refining in Ye Sheng, although he wasn’t a Fire Spirit Root, and he thought it wasn’t Ye Qiu who was wasting the child’s potential.
Since then, they had a mutual disdain for each other, and Ye Qiu never allowed Ye Sheng to go to Artifact Refining Peak again.
"Oh, isn’t this our famous Lonely Swallow Sword Lord? What brings you to my humble place today? I, merely an useless Cultivator who refines artifacts, am afraid I cannot entertain our esteemed Sword Master!" Perfected Ming Shi couldn’t hide his irritation upon seeing Ye Qiu. A promising talent in artifact refining was ruined by him. That really infuriated him!
What’s inferior about refining artifacts? And what’s so great about these cold, straightforward, obstinate sword cultivators? Indeed, he is just like his sword, never bending.
"Junior Brother." Seeing him, Ye Qiu felt slightly embarrassed.
"Don’t call me Junior Brother, I’ve already severed ties with you." Perfected Ming Shi snorted coldly, but didn’t drive him away.
"This is for you." Ye Qiu, not saying much, took out a pair of wing bones and placed them on the table.
"Roc Wing Bone? Where did you get this?" Upon seeing the item, Perfected Ming Shi’s eyes brightened, and his tiny mustache trembled.
Despite his itching heart, he disdained Ye Qiu and forced himself not to look, snorting coldly, "You want me to refine swords? Let me tell you, no way. You look down on our Artifact Refining so much, try refining it yourself!"
After he spoke, he couldn’t help but glance at the Roc Wing Bone again, lamenting that such a fine item was wasted in the hands of someone as obstinately foolish as Ye Qiu. Wasn’t giving it to him to refine a waste?
Oh dear, did he speak too harshly just now? Could he exchange it with something else? Roc wings! When did they have such fine items in the Xuanyuan Realm?
"It’s for you." Giving away the famous Roc Wing Bone, Ye Qiu seemed not the slightest bit sentimental.
Perfected Ming Shi, on the other hand, became suspicious, squinting at Ye Qiu and cautiously saying, "Be honest, what’s your motive? I’m telling you, I don’t do losing deals."
After speaking, he looked at the Roc Wing Bone with an obsessed gaze, ha ha, was this item his now? Anyway, he had nothing more valuable than the Roc Wing Bone here, and since Ye Qiu said it was his, it was his, and what’s taken out can’t be taken back.
"I want you to take Sheng’er as your disciple."
In his excitement, upon hearing this statement, Perfected Ming Shi thought he heard wrong, blinked his mung bean-sized eyes, and asked incredulously, "What did you say?"
"I said, if you take Sheng’er as your disciple, I will give you this pair of Roc Wing Bones." Ye Qiu repeated.
"Are you feverish? Or has someone usurped your body?" Perfected Ming Shi suddenly jumped up, looking at Ye Qiu with a gaze of bizarre curiosity, astonished that the Lonely Swallow Sword Lord, who is so set on having his own son inherit his swordsmanship lineage, no longer wants his son to practice sword?
How can such words sound so unbelievable?
"Are you serious? If I take Ye Sheng as my disciple, this Roc Wing Bone is mine?" Perfected Ming Shi confirmed again.
"Yes, if you don’t want it, forget it." Ye Qiu’s face darkened, ready to take away the Jade Box containing the Roc Wing Bone.
Perfected Ming Shi hurriedly hugged it in his arms, glaring and saying, "Hey, why don’t you keep your word? You agreed this Roc Wing Bone was for me."
"The condition is that you take Sheng’er as your disciple."
"That’s no problem, I noticed Sheng’s talent for Artifact Refining since he was young, it’s only you, his father, who thinks he’s suitable for sword practice. I’ve long wanted to take him as my disciple. But why have you suddenly changed your mind? Don’t tell me it’s just a whim, I’m telling you, once Ye Sheng has sworn me as his master, you are not allowed to interfere in his cultivation matters, or else even if you leave for the Upper Realm, I will have my Master support my decision."
Perfected Ming Shi’s Master is also Ye Qiu’s Master, and his Master is the direct brother of Perfected Ming Shi’s Master. Ever since Ye Qiu reached the late-stage Golden Core, he ascended to the Upper Realm and is also a genius Sword Cultivator with significant influence in the Tianyan Sect.
"Yes, once he has sworn you as his master, I will rely on you to guide him."
Watching Ye Qiu looking truly decided, Perfected Ming Shi still couldn’t believe it. When did the old fogy come to his senses? Is the sun rising from the west?