Chapter 133: History's Dust Will Eventually Cover Everything

The white-haired elder, through personal experience, believed that the nutritional components of the food cooked by his third disciple were directly proportional to its unpalatability.

Qin Shi was actually able to eat heartily, even uttering the inconceivable, terrifying words "another serving."

"The body's craving for nutrition even far surpasses the stimulation of the taste buds. This unwavering xinxing toward the Dao is in no way inferior to Qi Wuxiang."

The white-haired elder marveled endlessly, silently turning his wheelchair and quietly departing.

Since both parties were willing, he would not interfere.

By the time evening arrived, the night gradually deepened.

Ren You finally returned to the dojo's residence; he sneaked through the main gate like a thief, terrified that Third Senior Sister would catch him and invite him to sample a new dish.

"Gao Shijie! Everything is normal!"

He circled around once and, finding no trace of Third Senior Sister, let out a breath of relief, pulled out his terminal, and sent a message.

A young woman wearing a baseball cap and a mask slipped in stealthily and asked in a low voice:

"It's so quiet! Leaving Master here alone to face Third Senior Sister, isn't that too cruel?"

Ren You felt deeply guilty, but he truly did not want to experience Third Senior Sister's dark cuisine bombardment.

He would forever remember the day he broke through to Professional Level and became a Martial Artist.

Third Senior Sister Yu Weiwei personally cooked him a sumptuous feast, laying out all kinds of premium ingredients.

As a result, on the very first day Ren You stepped into the Professional Martial Artist rank, he was sent to Hengzhou People's Hospital and lay there for a full half-month before recovering.

The doctor's diagnosis was "food poisoning," the cause being "excess nutrients triggering gastrointestinal dysfunction, digestive failure, and thereby producing symptoms such as abdominal pain and diarrhea."

"I have to go check on Qin Classmate; what if he becomes a victim……"

Ren You suddenly thought that there seemed to be another person inside the dojo.

Qin Shi!

He rushed to the room and discovered Qin Classmate was chatting very happily with Third Senior Sister.

"Xiao Ren, long time no see."

Yu Weiwei turned sideways and smiled, still wearing that gentle appearance of the girl next door.

It was hard to imagine that those taste-distorting dark cuisine dishes actually came from her hands.

Ren You sized up Qin Shi, who looked refreshed and spirited, as if he had taken a potent tonic, his whole body brimming with surging vitality, and asked hesitantly:

"Third Senior Sister, hello! I received Gao Shijie's message, went out to pick someone up and just got back…… Qin Classmate, are you alright?"

Qin Shi ate two Nutrition Meals in a row; the Yuan Qi in his body rushed straight for the crown of his head, nearly gushing out.

Setting aside the taste, the food made by this big sister was indeed extremely rich in nutrients.

"Ren Laoshi, I feel very good, a satisfaction like never before."

Qin Shi replied with a full, resonant voice; he felt he could fight that projected burly man for a whole day.

Every inch of flesh and blood was filled with vigorous energy, making him want to vent it with all his might.

"Xiao Ren, Qin Classmate just now praised my Nutrition Meal to the skies."

Yu Weiwei's eyes and brows held a smile as she spoke softly and gently:

"What a pity, he ate it all by himself, leaving no extra ingredients for me to work with, otherwise……"

Ren You's heart jumped violently, and he hurriedly said:

"No need! Third Senior Sister, Gao Shijie and I already ate outside!"

Immediately after, he seemed to realize something and looked at the lively Qin Shi with an extremely shocked gaze.

Qin Classmate was born without a sense of taste?

Even so, that kind of extremely impactful nutrient exploding in the gastrointestinal tract, then spreading to the five viscera and six bowels — that terrifying sensation.

How did Qin Classmate endure it?

Ren You found it hard to understand and was greatly shaken.

You must know, even Grandmasters like the Teacher were nearly sent off by Third Senior Sister's filial love meal.

"Qin Classmate, in the future can I ask you to help me taste-test dishes?"

Yu Weiwei's face was serene, her gaze toward Qin Shi filled with joy, just like high mountains and flowing water meeting a kindred spirit.

After cooking for so many years, even her parents and friends turned pale at the mere mention.

Only Qin Shi spoke those deeply moving words: "Another serving!"

"Master, in the end, chose correctly once."

Yu Weiwei said with a shallow smile.

"Xiao Ren, tell Xiao Gao to stop hiding and come out quickly. I'm going to find Master and keep him company for a chat."

The gentle and amiable big sister slowly stood up; the black braid hanging before her chest swayed slightly.

She said to Qin Shi:

"Qin Classmate, very nice to meet you."

……

……

"Qin Classmate has been marked by Third Senior Sister; who knows if it's good or bad."

Ren You's eyes were full of worry; the horror of dark cuisine has no upper limit.

It's hard to guarantee what ultimate dish Third Senior Sister might develop next.

"So this is the good seedling Master chose?"

After Yu Weiwei left the room, the young woman wearing a baseball cap and mask finally showed herself.

With hands behind her back, she looked at Qin Shi, whose brows and eyes still held a trace of faint childishness.

"She doesn't look like an adult yet! From now on I won't be the youngest at Nanhuang Dojo anymore!"

The young woman removed her duckbill cap and mask, her waist-length black hair cascading down, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face.

"So familiar..."

Qin Shi raised his eyebrows, not because of the young woman's outstanding looks, but because the inexplicable sense of familiarity—"this older sister seems familiar from somewhere"—was strange.

"Hehe, hello, Little Junior Brother."

The young woman extended her hand in friendship and asked slyly:

"Do you feel I look familiar?"

Qin Shi nodded.

His social circle was not wide, and he knew few people well.

Logically, he shouldn't have such an experience out of nowhere.

"Let me tell you, Senior Sister is your confidante from a past life; you and I share a karmic bond from previous existences. In your last life, you drank the water of forgetfulness but didn't finish it, so seeing me makes you feel you've met before."

The young woman smiled cheerfully, appearing to have a lively and cheerful personality.

"Qin Classmate, don't mind Senior Sister Gao; she's always like this, loves to tease people."

Old Ren spoke helplessly to explain:

"Senior Sister Gao is a big star with countless endorsements. The promotional posters for those high-end products you see on the street mostly feature her."

Qin Shi then suddenly realized, his impression deepened, and he recalled the young woman's name:

"You are... Jian Yuzhu?"

He usually didn't chase stars, but his youngest sister Qin Lan occasionally followed dramas and mentioned her to him.

The young woman, small in stature yet perfectly proportioned, puffed her cheeks angrily:

"Little Ren, you're still as boring as ever; no wonder your blind dates always fail!"

The True Disciples of Nanhuang Dojo were indeed extraordinary, each and every one.

Qin Shi was shocked; Old Ren was relatively normal, just an ordinary Professional Martial Artist.

That braided older sister just now was a Dark Cuisine master!

And this one was an even more popular idol, a top-tier female star!

No wonder she wrapped herself up tightly with a duckbill cap and mask.

Was she afraid of being surrounded by fans asking for autographs and photos!

"The Nanhuang Dojo Master really knows how to take disciples; every trade is represented."

Qin Shi muttered to himself.

Old Yu walked slowly, arriving at the large monitoring room the white-haired old man liked best.

She didn't speak, but the lights automatically brightened, as if the Active Consciousness Entities responsible for maintaining and operating Nanhuang Dojo moved according to this third disciple's thoughts.

"Master, I'm back."

Old Yu approached the wheelchair and said softly:

"Disciple hasn't come back to see you for a long time."

The white-haired old man hung his head in silence.

Old Yu bent over, her voice very weak:

"These years I left Hengzhou to investigate the matter of Second Senior Brother's death. Those old fogies from the Education Bureau wouldn't dare to act on their own; there must be someone behind them pulling the strings."

The white-haired old man sighed:

"Stop, Little Yu. Don't get drawn into a more terrifying whirlpool. Ah Yuan died in a murky way; as his master, I naturally hate it.

But some things, I don't want you to get involved in. As for avenging Ah Yuan, I killed a batch of people back then, forcing the Martial Association to come mediate.

As for the aftermath, I've kept a record of it; on the day I'm about to close my eyes, I will naturally settle them one by one.

I am the Nanhuang Martial Dojo Master, not you; there's no need for you to shoulder this heavy burden."

Old Yu's serene face showed a hint of stubbornness; she remained silent without speaking.

"Beneath the Star Sea, there has never been anything new. Dongxia is not entirely bright everywhere either, especially in the early days of the Republic, when power shifted from monarch and minister to republicanism, the Zhu Clan Royal Family retreated behind the scenes, and the right to make covenants with higher existences was handed over to the Nine Commanders; there were many ups and downs in between."

The white-haired old man raised his head, his gaze profound:

"Even a monster like He Lanchan couldn't escape being implicated and subsequently suppressed, let alone Ah Yuan. Commander Qin's younger brother tells us a cruel fact: achieving great success at a young age is a good thing, but being too young isn't necessarily a good thing."

Old Yu seemed to think of something and was startled:

"Master, do you mean Second Senior Brother is also like He Lanchan, connected to that traitorous Deputy Commander?"

In the first three thousand years of the Dongxia Republic, the main theme was always "expedition" and "reclamation."

Until the fourth thousand years, when, it is said, disagreements arose over the selection of the Successor.

After that, that Commander Qin's younger brother, the "Deputy Commander" of the Fourth War Corps, was rumored to have fled to the Galaxy Borderlands, accused of seriously attempting to split Dongxia.

This unprecedented storm caused little impact, even having a bit of "much thunder, little rain" flavor.

It ultimately ended with that Commander Qin's younger brother perishing in the Great Rift.

Additionally, half of the Fourth War Corps' officers were reshuffled, and several units had their designations abolished.

Considered to have been sent to the "cold palace."

To this day, if one doesn't deliberately learn or inquire, almost no one knows that Commander Qin, whose prestige was at its zenith and who supported half the Galaxy, actually had a younger brother who followed him on southern and northern campaigns.

Nor would they know why the Fourth War Corps, which guarded the border year after year, participated in fierce battles, and was said to have the highest casualty rate, received such treatment.

"I don't know the inside story; for an old man of my age, it's also an ancient story from long ago."

The white-haired old man shook his head:

"But one thing is beyond doubt: He Lanchan's monstrous rise is very likely related to the Deputy Commander of the Fourth War Corps. Otherwise, it cannot be explained why, as one of the two radiant suns of Qi Wuxiang and Dongxia's most glorious era, he fell into dust overnight after returning to the Imperial Capital."

Old Yu finally understood why, given his master's violent temper, after the Martial Association mediated a reconciliation, he chose to back down.

Could the reason behind Second Senior Brother's untimely death have something to do with that Deputy Commander of the Fourth War Corps?

"It's been so long, so long that later generations have almost forgotten—what exactly are those above afraid of?"

Old Yu was puzzled; she felt that this attitude akin to "collective punishment" reflected a hidden fear among the Upper Class of East Xia toward that Deputy Commander.

"The Star Sea is vast, and not only humans inhabit it. At the height of the Empire, our footsteps barely reached the Galaxy Borderlands. The end of that ancient Heavenly Road, and even the meaning of Pillar-level Existences—many questions remain unanswered by us."

The white-haired old man said in a deep voice:

"There are many conspiracy theories about the Deputy Commander's treason, but none of that matters. What matters is that anyone or anything related to him, once discovered or exposed, will be erased.

He Lanchan was like that, and so was A Yuan. So, Little Yu, stop investigating. As long as the culprit is punished, I won't hold the deeper dirty transactions against you."

Old Yu fell silent for a long time, then mentioned that "Little Junior Brother":

"Master, I just came from Central City. News about Little Junior Brother obtaining the He Lanchan Transmission, among other things, has already begun to ferment."

"If they cannot tolerate Second Senior Brother, how could they accept a youth genius even more like He Lanchan than Second Senior Brother?"

The white-haired old man hooked a cold, ruthless smile at the corner of his mouth, wild and unrestrained:

"So I moved the Dao Guan here! I want to see, after all these years, who still isn't afraid to die, willing to wade into muddy waters and risk their lives to be a dog for those old things!"

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