Invincible Uncle-Grandmaster
/ Invincible Uncle-Grandmaster Chapter 1
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Spirit Central World, Southern Land, Xuanyi Mountain.
“A solitary bird flies, offering itself to a beautiful mate.
“After the alcohol had worn off, she was gone. It was all a dream.
“The enmity is over. The sabers and swords are gone.
“Alone in the cold boat, I drink to the rain falling on the river…”
Accompanied by the sound of singing, a young man in white appeared in the horizon. He held a wine pot in his hand while exuding a charming aura akin to a dragon or a phoenix. He was like an immortal that had come alive from a painting.
“Greetings, Uncle-Grandmaster.”
“Uncle-Grandmaster.”
Upon seeing this, the surrounding people immediately bowed respectfully to the youth.
“Right.”
The youth nodded and casually walked past everyone towards the main hall.
Everyone only dared to speak after the youth had left.
“Uncle-Grandmaster has returned!”
“His aura is like that of an immortal. He's too charming!”
“As expected of Uncle-Grandmaster, we're far inferior.”
“…”
Qin Jue didn't care about what they were saying. Right now, he only wanted to quickly explain the matter of participating in the Demon-Slaying Gathering to his cheap senior brother and then sleep comfortably.
At this time, a handsome man suddenly walked out of the main hall and was slightly surprised to see Qin Jue. “Eh? Uncle-Master, you're back?”
“So it's Ji Chen. You seem to have become much stronger,” said Qin Jue meaningfully after sizing up the handsome man.
“Uncle-Master, you must be joking. I still have a long way to go compared to you.” The handsome man called “Ji Chen” sighed.
“Indeed, you still have a long way to go compared to me.” Qin Jue nodded without any modesty.
The handsome man was speechless.
“I still have things to do with your master. Go do what you need to do.” Qin Jue waved his hand impatiently.
“Yes.”
The handsome man quickly retreated. He would probably die of anger if he chatted any longer with this Uncle-Master. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his master.
The hall was unusually spacious. Upon entering, one could see two rows of lifelike white jade pillars with dragons carved out of them. It was exceptionally imposing. The floor was made of glazed glass, almost making the place look no different from an immortal's palace.
“Senior Brother, I'm back.” Qin Jue took a sip of wine and raised his voice.
At the end of the hall sat a sage-like old man who exuded a powerful spirit energy fluctuation. He was Qin Jue's senior brother and also the sect master of Xuanyi Mountain Sect. He, Bai Ye, was the strongest expert within a thousand kilometers.
Upon hearing the youth's voice, the elder opened his eyes and said with a smile, “Good, good, good. Quickly come and tell your senior brother what interesting things have happened at this Demon-Slaying Gathering.”
Hearing this, Qin Jue was rather speechless. Although this senior brother of his was already over eighty years old, he was always full of curiosity towards new and interesting things. If he had not been occupied with other affairs, he would have already personally gone to participate in this Demon-Slaying Gathering.
Sighing, Qin Jue took a step forward and instantly sat opposite the old man. He said in a bored voice, “What could possibly happen? Isn't it just hunting a few fiend beasts? It's already been held more than ten times. Haven't you seen enough?”
“Uh… you're right.” The old man was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say. He could only change the topic. “What about the rankings of the four great sects?”
“Just like last year, first place was the Archaic Mysteries Sect. Second place was the Profound Yellow Sect. Third place was the Sword Sect, and fourth place was the Thunder Breeze Sect,” Qin Jue answered casually.
“Then, hasn't the Archaic Mysteries Sect been number one for five consecutive years? This is not a good thing.”
“Who cares if it's good or bad? It has nothing to do with us,” Qin Jue said indifferently.
Compared to the four great sects, the Xuanyi Mountain Sect was just an unremarkable small faction in the Southern Land. Apart from remembering to send an invitation letter every year during the Demon-Slaying Meet, people rarely thought about this place.
“Aye, I hope so.” The old man sighed.
“Right!” Qin Jue seemed to recall something as his eyes suddenly widened.
“What is it?” the old man asked hurriedly.
“There was a very beautiful girl. I remember that she's the Holy Maiden of the Thunder Breeze Sect. Tsk tsk, that figure of hers.” At this point, Qin Jue couldn't help taking another sip of wine.
The old man was speechless.
Qin Jue stood up and said, “Senior Brother, is there anything else? If there's nothing else, I'll go back to sleep first.”
“Alright, time to get lost! —Wait!”
“Anything else?”
“You should drink less.”
“Tsk.”
“…”
Walking out of the main hall, Qin Jue stretched his back comfortably and sighed with emotion. “Finally, I don't have to face those annoying fellows anymore.
“My sword, where should it go? It's hard to leave love and hate alone.
“My saber, it cuts through the sky. I do not know what is right or what is wrong.
“My pot of wine, it makes me drunk, and everything becomes blurred. Gratitude and resentment are only empty illusions.
“…”
As Qin Jue sang, he staggered out of the hall and soon arrived at his courtyard.
Despite being the youngest uncle grandmaster in the history of Xuanyi Mountain Sect — actually, the entire Spirit Central World — Qin Jue loved to drink, sing, and enjoy the scenery.
Therefore, the courtyard he lived in was built on the edge of a cliff, and because the terrain was rather remote, he didn't have to worry about being disturbed.
“Hahaha, Little Qing, long time no see.”
Qin Jue laughed.
Little Qing wasn't a human or a pet, but a blue stone at the edge of the cliff. In the past, when Qin Jue was drunk, he would lie on the blue stone and sleep. As time passed, Qin Jue regarded it as a friend.
The blue stone couldn't speak, so the place naturally remained quiet.
Qin Jue flew up and landed on the blue stone. He leisurely said, “It still feels better here. No matter what happens in the future, I can't agree to Senior Brother's wishes and participate in such boring activities.”
Perhaps it was because he was already used to the life here, Qin Jue didn't like crowded places now. Even if it was an internal meeting of Xuanyi Mountain Sect, he would often be absent.
With this thought in mind, Qin Jue drained the wine in the pot, then lay down on his back, and slowly fell asleep.
In fact, there was a secret in Qin Jue's heart that he had never mentioned to anyone else.
Which was that he didn't belong to this world.
Like most transmigrators, Qin Jue came from Earth. Fortunately, on the second day of his transmigration, he was selected by the former sect master of Xuanyi Mountain Sect and accepted as his last disciple.
In the blink of an eye, 10 years had passed. Qin Jue's master had long since passed away. After the election, Qin Jue's senior brother, Bai Ye, finally took over as Sect Master, and Qin Jue had also leaped to become a respected Uncle-Grandmaster.
During this period, besides Bai Ye and the former sect master who had already passed away, basically no one knew about Qin Jue's exact strength. To be precise, even Qin Jue himself didn't know.
Because he simply was too powerful.
Even if Qin Jue didn't do anything, his strength would continue to grow as he grew older. A few years ago, Qin Jue might have known what realm he was at, but now, it had completely surpassed his understanding. Even if it was the most powerful cultivator in the Spirit Central World, Qin Jue could still kill him with a single punch.
Although he had invincible strength, he didn't want to become a “superhero” who maintained world peace. Every day, he would just drink wine, sing songs, and enjoy the scenery. No matter what earth-shattering event happened in the outside world, it wouldn't affect him.
If Bai Ye hadn't been unable to leave this time, Qin Jue wouldn't have participated in the Demon-Slaying Gathering either.
Who said that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?
At least Qin Jue wasn't interested.
No one could force him to do that.
After an unknown period of time, when Qin Jue woke up, it was already late at night. The silver moon was like a plate, and the stars hung in the sky. The sight was incomparably gorgeous.
At this moment, Qin Jue's body seemed to be afloat in the starry sky, his body and mind particularly relaxed.
“Mm? What's that?”
Qin Jue looked up and suddenly saw a flash of light flying towards him.
“Meteorite?”
Qin Jue frowned slightly. With a wave of his hand, the light immediately turned in the air and flew elsewhere.
After doing this, Qin Jue clapped the dust off his hands and then returned to his room to continue sleeping.
Chapter end
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