Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 419 - 189: Please Be Her Guardian

"Are you leaving already?"

Luo Tianyuan said somewhat regretfully. He had hoped to spend more time with his "found" grandson-in-law, take him out for a few drinks to get better acquainted.

Fan Wubing nodded: "I’ve long wanted to witness the sights of the Sea of Eternal Life."

"Is Qingyao going too?" Luo Tianyuan looked at Luo Qingyao.

Luo Qingyao sheepishly replied, "I also want to see the sights of the Sea of Eternal Life."

Luo Tianyuan thought to himself, as if I don’t know what you’re planning. You’ve lived on the Changsheng Continent for over a decade, and you haven’t seen enough of the Sea of Eternal Life? Oh well, the young couple just got together; they need to nurture their feelings.

He just feared that once out there, they might not want to return.

To be honest, even though he was very pleased with Fan Wubing, Luo Tianyuan was quite reluctant to part with his great-granddaughter, feeling like he had nurtured a prized cabbage only for someone to snatch it away. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Do you want me to arrange transportation for you?"

Fan Wubing smiled and declined, "No need to trouble yourself, too, grandpa. We can arrange it ourselves."

"Alright then. Be very careful; the Sea of Eternal Life is fraught with dangers. Don’t act rashly."

"Yes, we will."

They left without a moment’s delay.

After leaving the Everlasting Realm, they didn’t head directly to the northern bay, but instead went to the Wild Horse Academy first.

Fan Wubing didn’t forget He Youyi’s previous invitation. He was quite interested in understanding the Confucian method of "seeking the Mandate of Heaven, asking for its intent." Not to say he would necessarily learn it, but at least understand the principles to avoid being taken advantage of in the future.

The three rode on a dragon.

Riding the giant dragon manifestation of senior brother for the first time, Luo Qingyao was quite curious, looking it over from head to tail before she settled down.

At the dragon’s head.

Xianchan lay leisurely on Fan Wubing’s lap, munching on pastries, squinting at the sun.

Luo Qingyao paced back and forth, the dark green shadow in the corner of her eye rising and falling.

Fan Wubing said, "If you want to ask something, just ask. Don’t waste energy on idle thoughts."

"You said it! If I ask, you have to answer."

"Go ahead and ask."

Luo Qingyao leaned in, "Senior brother is going to the Sea of Eternal Life to find the Master Sister, right?"

"Yes." Fan Wubing instinctively looked north.

"Do you... like the Master Sister?" Luo Qingyao didn’t beat around the bush, going straight to the point.

Fan Wubing didn’t answer immediately. It wasn’t that he was considering whether to tell the truth, but because... he wasn’t entirely sure himself.

Liking the Master Sister was without a doubt, but... what kind of like was it? Was it liking her as a pure woman, attracted to her sexual appeal, or... the kind of attachment born from mutual dependence and shared healing?

He couldn’t say for sure... After all, it had been more than four years since he’d parted from the Master Sister.

"I don’t know either."

This answer left Luo Qingyao stunned, but after seeing the faint sadness in her senior brother’s eyes, she didn’t probe further, instead gently hugging him from behind, resting her face on his back, providing some warmth and comfort.

...

Wild Horse Academy was located in an Immortal City in the eastern part of the north—Du Mao City.

Unlike most other places with towering palaces and clustered Immortal Towers, Wild Horse Academy was quite low-key. At least, standing at the school’s entrance, one wouldn’t think this was the only academy Confucianists had established on the Changsheng Continent if not specifically told.

Its gate looked like the entrance for servants of a household’s courtyard, merely three feet wide and eight feet tall, with a threshold twisted and worn from many feet passing over.

There were no restrictions at the gate; anyone could come and go.

"Is this really the Wild Horse Academy and not some scam haven?" Fan Wubing expressed his doubts.

Luo Qingyao explained, "Long ago, before the Confucians set up an academy on the Changsheng Continent, Du Mao City had a group of scholars who admired Confucianism and practiced the Literary Dao. They weren’t part of the orthodox school, and their writings weren’t considered classics, so the Cultivators in Du Mao City jokingly called them wild horses.

"These wild horses would often gather in groups of three or five, seven or eight, or even a dozen or more to exchange their understanding of the Literary Dao. They were so noisy that no Immortal Tower was willing to host them.

"They had to pool their resources to build places for lecturing, teaching, and answering questions. Initially, it was called the Wild Horse Grounds. But what kind of place is Du Mao City? A top-tier Immortal City where every inch is precious, so the area was small and the construction simple.

"Around seven thousand four hundred years ago, a Fire Meteor crashed outside of Du Mao City, causing large-scale agitation of vital energy and imbalance of the Grand Dao. To protect Du Mao City, these wild horses went to the scene without hesitation, almost all of them perished, leaving only one survivor.

"Later, when Confucians came to establish an academy on the Changsheng Continent, they built Wild Horse Academy on the foundation of the Wild Horse Grounds to commemorate them."

Fan Wubing was quite moved, "Such things happened, huh. It seems every era has people with great integrity."

Luo Qingyao laughed, "That’s true; not everyone cultivates just for themselves."

Beyond the Wild Horse Grounds lay the true Wild Horse Academy.

The buildings were primarily single-story, arranged in a charming scatter, with few tall buildings. The decor was mostly in shades of white, gray, and black, simple and elegant.

But a lot of effort was put into various potted plant scenes, quite exquisite and vivid, full of scholarly ambiance, poetic and picturesque.

...

Deep within a bamboo grove, He Youyi crossed a small bridge over a winding stream and entered a bamboo study.

Inside the study, Guan Xin sat at the desk by the window, dressed in a plain white Confucian scholar’s gown and skirt, her hair down, holding a pen made of Jingyue Celestial Wolf’s hair and Jade Bone Spirit Bamboo, expressionlessly writing an article.