Chapter 44: The Great Compassionate Bodhisattva
Master Crystal is a very cautious person.
Unlike his exceptionally talented, combat-loaded junior sister.
Though he himself has a high cultivation talent, breezing through to the Crossing Tribulation Stage, something many dream of.
However, he didn’t invest his skill points in combat.
Instead, he scattered them on a variety of quirky little tricks outside of fighting.
Setting up formations. Picking locks.
Stealing. Flirting.
So, while he might not crack the grand protective array of the demon path, he can definitely pry open a little hole to sneak inside.
Stepping into the protective array, Master Crystal brushed the dust off his robes, humming a little tune as he sauntered forward.
He wasn’t in a rush.
Even though his junior sister said there’s no second Crossing Tribulation Stage in the demon path.
Better safe than sorry.
He’s always been a timid mouse, so even believing Master Yu Xia isn’t deceiving him, he still takes things slow and careful.
On his way, he indeed found what Master Yu Xia had said to be true.
Master Crystal sensed no threatening energy around him.
After casually squashing a few unlucky demon cultivators who ran into him, he finally stumbled upon the Punishment Department.
At this time, most of the employees were enjoying their meals in the cafeteria, with only a few cleaning up the aftermath.
Besides Young Master Sang, there were no other demon cultivators left in the prison.
With just a slight sense, Master Crystal relaxed and walked inside.
“Only one little demon cultivator at the Foundation Stage?”
“Let’s take care of him quickly.” He thought to himself.
As he reached an empty cell, Master Crystal slowly pushed the door open, ready to greet:
“Hey there, little—”
Before he could finish, he froze.
In this bare, empty cell, only Young Master Sang was kneeling on the floor.
His expression was devoted and focused, calm as a still lake.
He seemed utterly unaware of the old Taoist at the doorway.
In front of him sat a painting. There were three sticks of incense burning before the image.
… It was a woman.
The woman in the painting was enchanting, dressed in a flowing crystal gown, with captivating, heart-stirring eyes that could heat up a room.
Especially with her dress’s neckline intentionally loose, her cleavage unmistakable, making one’s blood rush.
The fair thighs beneath the dress seemed to flaunt themselves, hinting at hidden intimate garments if one peeked just a little higher.
Master Crystal hadn’t even noticed the painting at first.
He merely wondered why this little demon cultivator was so devoutly worshiping something.
Is he a Buddhist?
After a glance, Master Crystal’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“This… this is!”
“Mm?”
Young Master Sang slowly turned his head and spoke blandly: “Old Taoist, do you also practice Buddhism?”
“W-What are you saying!”
Master Crystal suddenly burst with indignation, his old face turning as red as a boiled lobster:
“Don’t you recognize the person in the painting?”
“Of course I do.” Young Master Sang’s hands came together in prayer. “She’s the faith of countless believers.”
Master Crystal felt dazed for a moment, glancing at the painting again with uncertainty.
… There’s no way to be mistaken.
No matter how face-blind he might be, he’d never get this wrong.
After all, this face had accompanied his little brother through countless nights of solitude and restlessness.
She is none other than the star attraction of the Cang Hong Tower, one of the top trending fairy maidens.
Little Colorful Xia!
“This is clearly the fairy Little Colorful Xia from the Cang Hong Tower. Why are you worshiping her if you’re a Buddhist?”
Unfazed, Young Master Sang replied calmly, “Old Taoist, there’s something you don’t know.”
“I’m just a nameless little demon cultivator. My cultivation is low, my treatment poor. I’m antisocial and my looks aren’t remarkable.”
“At my age, I haven’t even touched a girl’s hand, let alone dated!”
He wore a tearful expression, as if touched by misery:
“Every time I see those stunning, country-toppling fairy maidens, I feel an innate sense of inferiority, helplessly gazing at them like a little rat in a sewer.”
“With my condition, not to mention meeting and talking to them.”
“Just seeing their faces feels like a healing balm for my body and soul.”
Seeing the devoted and blissful expression on Young Master Sang’s face.
Master Crystal surprisingly felt a flicker of sympathy and understanding rise within him.
Once upon a time.
In the Water Moon Sect, his own unattractive looks and lecherous nature led him to be bullied by his fellow brothers all the time.
Fortunately, his talent was decent, and he cultivated beyond his former peers. He finally shook off those troubled days.
Back then, he too could only secretly fantasize about the young and beautiful female disciples.
But ordinarily, he would walk hurriedly, head down, avoiding their gazes.
And still, he had to endure their ridicule behind his back.
Later, when he was left to compete with Master Yu Xia for the Sect Leader position, Master Crystal knew he stood no chance. So, he withdrew from the competition and hid away in a small house behind the mountain.
His days turned into a haze of idleness, accumulating sect allowances to spend in brothels.
And through countless long nights, the one who accompanied him, healing his weary heart like an angel was…
Little Colorful Xia!
“Kid, I can understand your pain.”
Master Crystal patted his shoulder, deeply moved: “Little Colorful Xia is indeed unlike ordinary women. She’s a true celestial being descended from the heavens.”
“Her every smile and glance is like a miraculous elixir, healing hearts…”
Overtaken by excitement, Young Master Sang immediately got to his feet and bowed:
“Old Taoist! I never thought we’d be like brothers from different mothers!”
The two exchanged glances, feeling a kindred spirit akin to heroes recognizing each other.
“I’ve lived my whole life as a little virgin, without even touching a girl’s hand.”
Young Master Sang said through tears: “And Little Colorful Xia, not only doesn’t mind this filthy and sloppy me, she’s even willing to sell me her photo album.”
“So I can finally see the fairy figure I’ve only dared to dream about, sexy and attractive.”
“She treats you with more affection than a girlfriend or wife, won’t argue with you, and even changes outfits to please you.”
“Swimsuits, black stockings, backless sweaters, and fruit aprons…”
“And yet you say she’s not a bodhisattva?” Young Master Sang’s eyes suddenly turned serious.
With a righteous tone and firm spirit, he exclaimed:
“How could she not be a bodhisattva?”
“In my eyes, she is the great compassionate bodhisattva who saves all beings from suffering!”
