Euphoria: The Soul Transcended Through Space and Time

Chapter 4: Divine Sage Weizhe

Leisurely strolling at the dark forest where the light of the sun was barely passing through, the first young master never thought that such thing will be heartbreaking and breathtaking. As he is clueless about the obstacle he’s facing, the reason why he’s losing strength was unbeknownst to him. Which had gave him a dose of resentment toward the world, yet he couldn’t help but accept his circumstances.

“We’re almost there, brother.” Upon noticing the first young master’s forlorn eyes while gazing upon the trees, Wang Lei spoke in attempt of breaking the silence. The first young master nodded his head before taking another step. Before, the first young master would not even gaze at these forests, nor stroll underneath their graces. It is apparent as a glass that he has been inevitably focused on his cultivation and neglected his surroundings, along with his siblings.

After passing through several trees, the hymn of voices from the townsfolk slowly reached their ears, which made the brothers look at each other briefly: “Becareful not to fall!” The sound of different hammers against wooden materials were echoing in the forest. It was chaotic as the townsfolk were building their own houses neatly as possible to not disrupt or interrupt the first young master above the peak.

Upon noticing that there were new different sounds of footsteps, different from his kin, the chieftain of the supposed to be townsfolk, Yu Ming, immediately turned his head toward the direction. And he uttered in surprise: “Oh?! Is that the first young master, young master Wang Lei?!” The blunt way of his talking made the first young master crease his forehead.

Wanglei nodded and lightly patted his brother from the back, this made the first young master realize the expression he’s representing.

The old man chuckled as he rubbed his forefinger under his nose. As happy as he currently is— he’s now more grateful that the first young master came down from the peak to visit them.

Vividly happy, he uttered with his eyes shining brightly as his soul: “Come inside, young master!” He exclaimed as he gestured him toward the small finished hut. With his stoic expression, the first young master lightly nodded his head which made the old man exude a bright aura.

What noble would accept such invitation toward a rundown hut? This slight gesture changed their view of him.

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As Wanglei shove the curtains of rare silk for the first young master, inside the hut they saw a furnished and neat room which were contrasting what they have expected. The room was full of simple arrangements of sigils and symbols from their tribe, there were opened scrolls with different quotes written on them as each of these have a velvety maroon hue and were hung on the wall.

Upon noticing that any of these ancestral items weren’t burned nor received any damage from what he has heard, the first young master nonchalantly uttered: “It seems as though you value your traditions more than your life.” This made the old man turn his head and freeze from pouring a tea on the pot.

The old man gazed worryingly at the scrolls and the items he mentioned, then uttered: “They were left behind by our ancestors and we have the responsibility of protecting them.” Wanglei tilted his head in surprise as he grew up believing that not all clans or tribes have such devotion and faith toward their ethnicity, he witnessed many clans sell their thothems and ancestral heirlooms.

After the first young master and Wanglei sat on the seat that the chieftain prepared for them, they gazed at the tea before them. “It is an osmanthus tea, sires.” The chieftain said jokingly as he addressed them formally which made Wanglei scoff lightly.

After meeting them a few times when passing by and contemplating whether to visit the first young master or not, he became fond of the chieftain’s personality as it was too bright, not mention the wisdom they hold that helped him to make the clan leader agree of his plan of bringing the first young master to the townsfolk. They thought that they were just a normal townsfolk but they’re a tribe that adapted the customs of the growing world.

While roaming his gaze, the first young master saw a portrait of a woman in the middle of the scrolls. She was the embodiment of the moon as her hair was akin to the pile of snow— they were silver. She has her eyes closed, holding a blood hued sword that produced a lightning of the same hue as depicted in the portrait. Her robe was too elegant and more majestic than to those imperial clans, which left the first young master stare in awe.

Upon noticing this, the old man chuckled before gazing at the portrait as well. He uttered in a wily manner: “She’s a divine being that bestowed protection to our tribe, her name here was Weizhe.”

Those words left mark on the first young master’s mind, yet also brought confusion. Before he could even ask, Wanglei already uttered the question: “Pardon? Her name here?” The first young master heaved a breath as he remembered how beneficial it was to have Wanglei beside him, given by the fact that he’s rather conservative and anti-social.

“If I remember it correctly.. there.” The chieftain pointed his forefinger on one of the scrolls, and there they saw a rosewood plywood attached on the wall before the scroll— the ancestral writing has the hue of maroon yet they cannot smell any blood from it. And the content of the scroll was: “She is known as the great sage, but also known as the ancient demon— yet that is not her origin, as she’s an immortal with different names throughout the realms.”

The first young master noticed that each scroll represent one of this divine being’s characteristics, which he thought as narcissistic.

The chieftain crossed his forearms as he leaned his back on one of the wooden pillars. “We are not aware of what kind of ink was used in the ancestral scroll but it does not fade or was affected by the test of time.” Wanglei gazed at his brother before sipping on the tea cup, the first young master remained staring at the portrait with a stoic expression.

“Agh!” After a minute of silence, they heard a grunt outside of the hut causing for the first young master to slightly turn his head toward the entrance.

They heard one of the townsfolk shout: “Nianzhen!”

“Ah— I’m okay!”

“You almost fell!”

“Get down here, now!”

“I-I’m okay, though?”

Wanglei immediately looked at the chieftain whom scornfully laughed. “It was one of our new people.” After that, the second young master and the chieftain started to chat. Uninterested, the first young master took a sip on the tea cup that he elegantly held on his hand before gazing at the curtains of the hut where he heard the shouts of the townsfolk.