Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 2 Your Father is Dead
In a private room on the second floor of the Yihong Courtyard, wine and dishes were laid out on a round table. Pei Xia sat at one end, while Luo Xiaojin and Chen Guanhai sat at the other.

Lu Li, a short-haired girl with a small stature and disheveled clothes, stood to the side and calmly introduced them to Pei Xia: "Master, these two are from Beishi City, Luo Xiaojin and Chen Guanhai."

"Ah! Beijing Normal University City, my hometown!"

Pei Xia immediately picked up her wine glass and raised it towards the two of them: "I've heard so much about you! I've heard so much about you!"

Chen Guanhai remained expressionless.

Luo Xiaojin twitched her eye.

Pei Xia passed the imperial examination at the tender age of twelve, and was a renowned young talent in the capital.

But now?
His eyes were cloudy and tired; he seemed to have little energy or spirit.

Her long hair was disheveled, as if it hadn't been styled in a long time, and her face was pale. It was hard to tell whether she had been indulging in wine and women for many years.

They seem even less respectable than the spoiled brats in Beijing today.

How could they have fallen so low?

Seeing that the two didn't respond, Pei Xia could only scratch her head: "That was all a misunderstanding..."

He had barely finished speaking when the door was pushed open again.

Xiao Su Hong, with her bare shoulders, entered carrying a pot of Xi Shan Ya Jian tea. She rubbed her round breasts and walked up to Luo Xiao Jin and Chen Guan Hai, saying in a sweet voice, "I heard that you two don't drink alcohol, so I brewed a pot of good tea for you."

Pei Xia glared at her: "Who let you in?"

Xiao Su Hong gave Pei Xia a charmingly disdainful look: "If he's a friend of the master, then he's a friend of our Yi Hong Courtyard. We must treat him well."

It was clear from her words that Pei Xia wasn't a member of the Weishan Sect, but rather someone from the Yihong Courtyard.

Luo Xiaojin finally couldn't hold back and sneered: "Young Master Pei's private morality is truly extraordinary. I hope you can be just as composed when you stand before His Highness."

Your Highness?

What Your Highness? What Your Highness?

Xiao Su Hong didn't quite understand at first and blinked blankly.

Pear, who was lying on the table gnawing on a chicken leg, slowly beckoned to Little Su Hong: "Sister Su Hong, come and sit here."

Pulling Xiao Su Hong to sit in her seat, Lu Li flipped over and straddled her two plump thighs. Her greasy little hands patted her bulging breasts a couple of times, then she covered Xiao Su Hong's ears with one on each side.

The girl turned around and glanced at the three of them: "Alright, you can continue."

Pei Xia put the cup away, picked up the wine pot and took two gulps, then looked at the two young men from the Holy Palace and smacked his lips: "Something happened to my father?"

Luo Xiaojin's long braid swayed slightly. She tilted her head and exchanged a glance with Chen Guanhai, then looked into Pei Xia's eyes: "He's dead."

The hand holding the wine pot suddenly stopped.

Pei Xi, the prime minister of Da Ling Kingdom, is dead?

Pei Xia put down the wine pot and remained silent for a moment: "When did this happen?"

"Half a month ago, he suddenly fell ill with a chronic disease and passed away. His body is still in the Prime Minister's residence, where cultivators from the Holy Palace are using magical artifacts to preserve it."

Luo Xiaojin took a small jade pendant with gold trim off her waist and pushed it towards Pei Xia: "The Princess means that Prime Minister Pei has devoted himself to the country and his funeral should not be simple. As his only son, you must return to the capital to preside over the funeral."

Pei Xia lowered her eyes, and after a long while sighed, "I understand."

Seeing that Pei Xia was still somewhat downcast, Luo Xiaojin's dissatisfaction with him lessened a bit.

After all, her father had just died, so it wasn't appropriate to make things difficult for her, both morally and logically.

Her original intention was to capture Pei Xia and set off back to the capital today.

But after careful consideration, he still asked Pei Xia for her opinion: "Then when do you think we should set off?"

"... maybe tomorrow."

Pei Xia wiped her sickly face: "Weishan has taken me in for more than four years. If I'm leaving, I should say goodbye to my sect properly."

Luo Xiaojin calculated the distance and nodded, "Okay."

……

It would be inappropriate to sleep in a brothel again tonight.

Pei Xia rarely returned to the sect. She brought two bundles of fine Xishan bud tea for the sect leader, helped her master's wife take a bath, and then carried two buckets of black dog blood to the back mountain to feed her senior brother. The small Weishan sect, with less than a hundred people, had a rare gathering for a meal in the main hall tonight.

During the gathering, Pei Xia solemnly announced that he would soon be leaving the sect and descending the mountain.

The entire sect erupted in cheers and applause, and Pei Xia's two junior sisters hugged each other and cried tears of joy.

The joyful atmosphere lasted until late at night.

After all the lights in the sect were turned off, Pei Xia stood alone in the square outside the main hall, leaning against the railing, and lit a cigarette for himself.

A single spark illuminated the darkness as Pei Xia puffed on his cigarette. After a while, he sighed, "Why aren't you sleeping this late? Don't you want to grow taller?"

A small figure emerged from the shadows.

Lu Li stepped onto the railing next to Pei Xia and pouted, "You weren't asleep either, were you?"

“I can’t sleep.” Pei Xia pointed to her head.

Lu Li knew perfectly well that she was just asking a question to give herself a topic of conversation.

Pei Xia laughed. He had raised Lu Li from infancy, and he could tell what kind of nonsense she was going to say just by looking at her mouth.

He shook his head: "Beishi City is not a good place."

The girl stretched out her arms and swayed back and forth on the narrow railing: "But I heard people say that it is the most prosperous and magnificent city in the entire land of Kyushu."

Pei Xia flicked the ash from her cigarette: "That's why I said it's not a good place... Otherwise, why wouldn't I have stayed away for so many years?"

Mentioning this, Xiao Luli chuckled and quickly squatted down, snuggling closer to Pei Xia: "You never told me why you left Beishi City in the first place?"

"Stay away from me, you smell rotten."

Pei Xia moved aside in disgust, then continued, "Why else would I do this? It's just to avoid Pei Xi, isn't it?"

Luo Xiaojin's words were true; Pei Xia did indeed pass the imperial examination at the age of twelve, making him one of the most outstanding young geniuses in the entire Da Ling Kingdom.

If nothing unexpected had happened, he should have followed the path his father had laid out for him, becoming the most towering figure in the next generation of officials in the Da Ling regime.

However, in that same year, a successful assassination attempt attracted the attention of "Pei Xia".

This was a very abrupt time travel; Pei Xia did not inherit any of the original owner's memories.

What tormented him even more was that almost everyone in the Prime Minister's residence thought that the young master had just suddenly lost his memory and that it was a strange illness.

But Pei Xi, the prime minister of the Great Ling Kingdom, remained unmoved even when his son failed to recognize him.

Every time Pei Xia thought of Lao Pei's seemingly cloudy yet always calm eyes, she felt a sense of dread, as if she had been seen through.

Having witnessed the old prime minister's character and methods, he feared that one day Pei Xizhen would truly discover the truth.

then.

He slipped away.

In the winter of his twelfth year, he left Beishi City.

“Ten years have passed,” Pei Xia said, pinching the filter and poking her eyebrows. “When I heard that Pei Xi was dead, I felt a little uneasy.”

"how?"

Pei Xia shook her head and did not respond.

Without the original owner's memories of his childhood, he naturally had no feelings for Pei Xi.

But in name only, they are still father and son.

Therefore, he was determined to go to Beishi City no matter what.

After stubbing out his cigarette, Pei Xia turned to look at his little apprentice.

Based on his understanding of Lu Li, he knew that if she said she wanted to go, she would go even if he told her not to.

“I can take you with me, but things are different down in the mountains than in the sect. When we’re out in the world, you have to listen to me in everything.”

Lu Li grinned, revealing two small, snow-white tiger teeth: "Oh well, what can I do? You're my master, after all."

(End of this chapter)