Chương 57: Secrets

"Pef Tian! There was no need to kill Sister Ling..." the Sect Master sobbed and froze the decaying corpse of her old sister, then flew away with it.

"Eh? I killed someone? When?" I asked in surprise. Because I surely did not attack a Nascent Soul.

"Assisted suicide sounds better. The old viper was really desperate, knowing her time was near. And she didn't have any beauty to offer for your help." Nana said with a mild voice, and stored her Tier 4 sword away.

"Am I that shallow? Friendship would have been enough, and some cash, of course." I sighed and sipped more tea.

"Sister Ling... should have listened to your White Stars training and learned from it. Even without those war puppets, you had your Nascent Souls wives to protect you. You simply used the bag to test our honesty, and she was the first to fail the test..." Fenghue spoke in a grieving voice, then rubbed my shoulder and flew off as well. Funeral arrangement, perhaps? Left alone at my table, Minghue sighed and pointed at my second bag.

"There is no lotus in that bag, right? Fenghue wasn't even tempted." she discerned with amazing intuition.

"Why don't you try it, Minghue? There could be a precious gift inside my bag." I offered with a smile. The injured Venerable shook her head, making her veil flip a little.

"I will not. Your precious gift is already inside of me. I'll go bury my sister now." the Venerable fairy spoke in a gloomy tone, then vanished. Quinhue coughed and measured me with cold eyes.

"It seems we were all blind, husband. You charmed Minghue behind our backs, then used the cloudhead's accusation as a trap, to see who will act against you. For a simple farm boy, you did great. Stupid sister Ling..." she muttered while glancing around, then flew off somewhere. Funeral, perhaps.

"You did really great, Pef Tian. I chose my husband well." Zhen added while sitting beside me to pour me tea. Only Nana remained at the big boys table, and she glanced behind me at the dharma waves caused by Sakura.

"A Nascent Soul dies, another one is born. The cycle never ends..." she said in a proper Daoist voice. You'd never guess Na Gong was a milk-sucking demon, when those white robes were dropped.

"It ends if you keep ascending, Nana. A small step first, say: Soul Transformation. Take us to your yard, Zhen..." I said gently, and we vanished in a blur to emerge inside Zhen's guest quarters, where she powered up the Concealment Formation. Nana looked around curious at Sect Master's private room.

"Something secret you have to share, Pef Tian? I already guessed you triggered the Yin-Yang plate by intent, back in the library. But I don't mind it. I have a thousand years to enjoy as a Nascent Soul now." she said in a content voice.

"In another life, it was Jin who triggered the formation by accident. She and Lina became good friends, and my good wives. On the other hand, Qin Lin had failed her Foundation, and died. And then you too died, Nana. When the Blood Pact attacked our sect, and we hid in the library. If I could change things, save those I cared about... why else would I live again?" I asked rhetorically, sitting on my chair while Zhen floated on my lap, and molded over my chest like a warm jelly blanket.

Nana blinked, perhaps not expecting this revelation.

"Blood Pact?... nevermind those creeps! How far did you get, Pef Tian? Did you manage to reach Soul Transformation? Can you help me too?" she asked in a hopeful voice. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

"That's super easy, Nana. Barely an inconvenience. You do need to become a Soul Transformation expert, just to enter a good sect as an outer disciple. Just to sweep the floors on your knees and wash the clothes of stronger outer disciples in Body Integration Realm. Are you willing to do that, Nana? Sweep the floors for a thousand years, just to catch a glimpse of a higher Dao..." I said with a small taste of bitterness in my mouth.

"... So unfair! All that hard work, and for what? More humility? Where does it end?" Na Gong protested like a brand-new Nascent Soul, powerful enough to establish her own sect here in the periphery.

"I suppose... it gets a bit better once you ascend a few more times. A Martial Saint may even be allowed to pour tea and listen when the Elders discuss the Dao. A Saint King may even drink a small sip of that tea, and gain enlightenment on the spot. A Sage... he should get a full cup of tea, once a decade. A Great Sage may serve as guard... to the important people. But if you reach the Dao King Realm... you may get a Dao Treasure from a benevolent Elder who sees a spark of talent in you. It's a great honor."

I spoke with a faint hint of irony. Both Zhen and Nana listened with raptured attention, having no clue what real cultivation was like.

"We are indeed children, playing at cultivation. But you didn't answer, Pef Tian. What realm did you reach?" Na Gong asked in a frank voice.

"The top, obviously. Half-step Immortal Emperor. The strongest man alive, on this small world. Training 50000 years with a sword... even an idiot becomes strong after that much training. But he remains an idiot though. Thus, I got killed just as I held immortality in hand, and started over. A true story, with a tragic end." I complained and bullied Zhen's boobs for a minute, just because I could, and she liked it. Nana blinked, then bowed with her head on the floor.

"I was disrespectful, Lord Immortal. You even told Venerable Xing... the lotus was planted for you, and waited for you to become of age to collect. I even made fun of you, thinking you were scamming the old man."

"Stop that, Nana. You're my wife! I want you to fuck my brains out, not bow and scrape like a talentless disciple. Just keep all this secret. I really don't want the world to be erased again, as I have a good life now, and you're all alive and well." I muttered and then kissed Zhen for a long minute. And I was also scamming the Venerable Xing, just like Nana guessed. The lotus was there for the taking, and I was just faster in this life.

Then again, with Tian's foreknowledge and Pef's scamming skills, it would be surprising if I didn't do better than in Tian's tragic first life. Nana smiled and came to rest her head on my shoulder, sharing my body with Zhen, like two sister-wives.

"So, who else knows? Quinhue?" Nana asked in a sneaky voice.

"Of course she knows. I may be a talented farm boy in this life, but an ice fairy like Quinhue would be hard to convince otherwise. Even yourself... without that formation... would you have drank my milk, Nana?" I teased her, while a free hand sneaked inside her robes, just to bully her boobs a little. Nana moaned and pushed her chest into my big palm.

"Sakura will be amazed when she learns. You want us in Nascent Soul realm first, right? To prevent mind-altering Venerables from spying on your secrets." she asked with a knowing glance at Zhen, who was softly kissing my ear and neck on the other side.

"I do prefer it like that, yes. And an oath to the Heavens. Although this is not the same flower, information from the future is not easy to send back. A similar flower can be similar enough to be seen as unfair. It's not like cultivation methods change, or the locations of rare herbs and treasures." I disclosed with a careless tone, although the warning was there too.

"Such as that lotus in the Blue Lotus Sect. Was it that important to take it now? Surely, it could have waited a few years, until you got your Nascent Soul back." Zhen asked curious.

"Too much information, Zhen. And no, the lotus would not be safe in the sect. Dark Mask will come for it, and kill everyone in his way. A man dressed in black, with a metal mask. I suspect he is Venerable Zhan, but it could be anyone. The Blood Pact is everywhere." I said with a sad voice, then peeled Nana's white robes aside to gaze at her amazing boobs.

"Same farm boy, eh? It does feel good to be admired. And while I wasn't going to drink your milk back then, I didn't mind you touching my boobs. It felt nice..." Na Gong admitted and blushed a little around her neck. My dick gained a second wind and jumped up.

"Do you still have those heels?" I asked rhetorically.