Martial Uncle Has Business

"Oh!" Yue Qianchou immediately threw down his sword and put on the 'Mountain-Piercing Claws.' Ten dark, gleaming claws attached to ten finger sheaths. He made a few gestures with his hands, looking quite formidable, though they felt a bit loose and ill-fitting. As the white fox had instructed, he slowly channeled True Qi into the gloves. He immediately felt the gloves tighten on his hands, as if they had become one with his palms. When he withdrew his True Qi, the gloves loosened again.

"This thing is good, let me try it," Yue Qianchou praised. He pointed a finger at a stone and stabbed down. The finger sank into the stone up to its base silently and effortlessly. He tried a few more times with the same result. He turned and waved his clawed hands, "Thank you, Sister, for this treasure!"

The white fox shook her head, "I didn't say I was giving it to you. This is a treasured inheritance of my fox clan, and I don't have the right to give it to you. I'm only lending it to you for temporary use!"

"Uh..." Yue Qianchou was taken aback and gave a sheepish laugh, "I understand." He then buried his head in work, his claws flying, sending stone chips scattering everywhere.

In less than half a day, a passable stone coffin was completed. He took off the gloves, tucked them into his belt, and found a spot he deemed to have good feng shui. He struck out hundreds of palms, finally smashing out a deep pit.

Then, the hollowed-out stone coffin, which he could now move with his cultivation, was placed into the pit. He carefully put his Master's body inside, then covered it with the stone lid. After that, he piled the scattered soil around the sides, finally forming a mound. His Master was naturally the filling.

He looked around, circling the mound a few times, feeling like something was missing. Finally, he slapped his forehead. He realized he was missing a tombstone. So, he put on the gloves and quickly made a tombstone. The large characters read 'Tomb of Esteemed Master Hao Sansi,' with smaller characters below: 'Unfilial disciple Yue Qianchou erected.' After finishing, he examined it closely and found that apart from the ugly handwriting, there were no other mistakes.

When he carried the tombstone to the mound, he was stunned. He circled the grave a few times, his forehead breaking out in a sweat from anxiety. He had wanted to make his Master's grave as perfect as possible, but he had made the mound too round. Now, he couldn't remember which direction his Master's head and feet were buried. He couldn't just randomly pick a direction and stick the tombstone in!

"Your grandma!" Yue Qianchou cursed. He placed the tombstone on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and prepared to dig up the grave again to see how his Master was buried.

The white fox, who had been watching him work the entire time, initially didn't know what he was doing as he carried the tombstone around the grave. Was this some local custom? Her beautiful eyes widened in curiosity. Only when he was about to dig up the grave again did the white fox realize that her silly junior brother had forgotten how his Master was buried and was now planning to dig up his Master again to check. What kind of situation was this! She couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation.

He might not care about losing face, but the person watching him did. The white fox looked down and saw a stone at her feet. She kicked it away, and the stone landed near the edge of the mound, settling steadily.

Seeing the stone fall, Yue Qianchou knew it must have been thrown by the white fox, as no one else was there besides her. He squatted by the grave, looked up at the white fox, and saw her glaring at him. He finally understood that the white fox was reminding him of where the tombstone should be placed. He pointed to the stone's location and shouted to her, "Are you saying to bury it here?"

The white fox nodded. Yue Qianchou carried the tombstone to that spot and looked around. It didn't seem quite right, so he couldn't help but shout to her again, "Sister Bai, are you sure it's here?"

The usually elegant white fox finally couldn't help but roll her eyes. She decided not to bother with him anymore, letting him do as he pleased. She turned and walked away, and he could faintly hear her muttering "idiot."

Yue Qianchou believed she wouldn't lie to him, so he buried the tombstone in that spot. After finishing, he still felt like something was missing. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he ran towards the surrounding flowers and plants.

The white fox in the distance was once again drawn by her junior brother's actions. As she watched, her expression became less than pleased. The already scarce wildflowers were further ravaged by his picking and gathering. He had trashed the surrounding area and finally managed to assemble a flower crown, which he placed before his Master's tombstone.

Afterward, he caught two birds, roasted them, and stuck them in front of his Master's grave. He then respectfully kowtowed a few times, vowing to avenge his Master. After all this fuss, it was finally done.

He sighed and looked up, seeing the white fox standing alone in the wilderness. He then looked around, realizing there wasn't a single place for shelter. He couldn't let the woman stay in the wilderness like him every day! The idea of building a house suddenly struck him.

With a thought, he returned to the stone cave. The cave was now quiet without any singing, making it exceptionally serene. Looking at the glowing stones embedded in the cave walls, he remembered that his own territory needed lighting at night. Without a second thought, he began prying them off, directly transferring them into the golden bead. As he pried them off, he suddenly discovered that as long as his hand touched a glowing stone, he could lock his thoughts onto it and send it directly into his space. This discovery delighted him. He only stopped when a large patch of the cave wall turned dark.

Unbeknownst to him, the white fox inside the golden bead space was startled by the continuous rain of glowing stones from the sky. However, after a short while, she guessed that Yue Qianchou was behind it and understood his intentions. She then gathered all the glowing stones together.

But not long after, something even more terrifying happened. Trees began to fall from the sky, one after another, followed by bamboo. The white fox swiftly dodged to the side, staring at the sky in a daze.

Outside, Yue Qianchou had intended to get some larger trees for his territory. However, for any tree larger than what one person could embrace, his mental power was insufficient to move it. He could only stand there and sigh at the trees. The surroundings were filled with pits and hollows left by uprooted trees. Feeling that it was enough, he looked at the mountaintop and remembered that his Master had some belongings. He decided to collect them all and take them to his territory.

The small courtyard remained quiet, but it was no longer the same. Standing outside the door, Yue Qianchou's heart was heavy. He gently pushed open the courtyard gate and saw a person standing with their back to him, hands clasped behind their back, holding a sword. The person turned around, looked at Yue Qianchou, and smiled slightly, "Nephew Disciple has kept me waiting!" It was Wu Baoru.

Yue Qianchou had stayed on the mountain for over a year, so he naturally recognized this person. This person was technically his Master's Senior Brother. From the way he had pleaded for Liu Zhengguang that day, Yue Qianchou could tell he was allied with the Sect Master. Although displeased, he still maintained a somber expression and bowed, "Martial Uncle Wu!"

Wu Baoru nodded. Seeing his unhappy expression, he assumed it was due to his Master's death. He sighed, "Alas! Junior Brother Hao... no one could have predicted this would happen. The deceased has passed, Nephew Disciple, please accept my condolences. Hmm! Where is Junior Brother's body?"

"Condolences my ass, you old bastard! Skinny and gaunt, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, he looks like trouble at first glance," Yue Qianchou cursed inwardly. He said, "I have already buried Master in the back mountain. By the way! Is Martial Uncle here for something?"

"Yes!" Wu Baoru nodded, staring at him. "Yesterday, I saw Nephew Disciple and Zhengguang exchange a palm strike. It truly surprised the entire Qingguang Sect. I didn't expect Nephew Disciple to have reached Qi Refining Level Five. I am here by order of the Sect Master to bestow upon you the Qingguang Sect's ceremonial sword. From today onwards, you are a registered disciple of the Qingguang Sect. Starting this month, you will receive five hundred low-grade Spirit Stones monthly." With that, he tossed the sword in his hand over.

Yue Qianchou caught the sword and glanced at Wu Baoru without speaking. He thought to himself, "Is there such a good thing? Heh! I don't believe in things falling from the sky."

Wu Baoru paced in the courtyard with his hands behind his back and said gravely, "You saw what happened to your Master this time. It's not that the sect didn't want to avenge your Master, but rather that the sect's strength is inferior to the Daluo Sect. Why is it inferior to the Daluo Sect? Because for thousands of years, disciples with good innate talent have been taken by those major sects. The consequence of this prolonged situation is that the strong become stronger, and the weak become weaker. But now, the time has come to change the sect's destiny." As he spoke, he stopped walking, his triangular eyes fixed intently on Yue Qianchou.

"Heh! I'm afraid what he's about to say is the main point," Yue Qianchou sneered inwardly. As expected...

"Nephew Disciple, you were a disciple with no innate cultivation talent. By rights, you shouldn't be able to cultivate, yet you have now reached Qi Refining Level Five. This is truly exhilarating news for everyone in the Qingguang Sect. Therefore, the Sect Master specifically instructed me to find Nephew Disciple and clarify the reason. As long as our Qingguang Sect masters such a secret, we will no longer have to worry about lacking disciples with good innate talent. In a few hundred years, our Qingguang Sect will surely become the foremost sect in the world. At that time, Nephew Disciple will be the greatest contributor to our Qingguang Sect..." Wu Baoru became more and more excited, gesticulating wildly as if the glory of the Qingguang Sect was just around the corner.

Yue Qianchou watched him perform, inwardly delighted. He thought, "This old geezer is truly a good candidate for multilevel marketing. He's so good at manipulating people, as if I'm an idiot. He just wants to know why I can cultivate, but I'm not telling him."

After speaking passionately for a long time, Wu Baoru finally stopped, looking at Yue Qianchou with excitement. "Nephew Disciple understands how important this matter is to the sect! Quickly tell Martial Uncle the secret. I will report back to the Sect Master, and you will be heavily rewarded afterward."

Yue Qianchou scratched his head and asked blankly, "What secret?"

"Uh..." It seemed the young man hadn't understood after all his talk. Was I talking too much or too complicatedly? Wu Baoru took a deep breath and said, "The secret to your cultivation?"

Yue Qianchou asked, confused, "Do I have a secret to my cultivation?"

"There's really no secret?" Wu Baoru was starting to grit his teeth.

"Is there?" Yue Qianchou put on a very naive and innocent expression.

"Am I asking you, or are you asking me!" Wu Baoru finally couldn't help but roar.

"Ah! I remember now, there is a secret," Yue Qianchou exclaimed as if he just recalled. Wu Baoru's eyes lit up, and he said joyfully, "What is the secret? Quickly tell Martial Uncle!" The former shook his head, "No, I can't say. Master instructed me not to tell outsiders." The latter immediately felt an urge to grab Yue Qianchou and beat him up. He thought, "Junior Brother Hao must have known this secret long ago. He had no family and no connections, and even in death, he wanted to take this secret to the grave. He's truly ruthless."

This thought only piqued his interest further. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and smiled, "Outsiders refer to people outside the Qingguang Sect. I am your Master's Senior Brother, so I am not an outsider. Your Master won't blame you if you tell me."