The Wizard of Fairy Tale World-Chapter 47Book 2: : The Fool’s Fortune (4)

Vol 2 Chapter 47: The Fool’s Fortune (Part 4)

Seeing that Zheng Fa had visitors, Zhou Qianyuan and Han Qi sensibly excused themselves, leaving him to entertain the Zhao siblings in the main hall.

As the saying goes, "A short parting makes a reunion sweeter." Or rather, "Meeting old friends in a foreign land makes any conversation enjoyable."

“Eldest Young Lady…” Zheng Fa addressed Zhao Jinglan.

She waved a hand dismissively. “We’re no longer in the Zhao family estate. Just call me Zhao Jinglan.”

“Then… Senior Sister Zhao.” After some thought, Zheng Fa adjusted his greeting. “You came to Jiushan Sect on business? Is there anything I can help with?”

He knew that Seventh Young Master might have come specifically to see him.

But Zhao Jinglan wouldn’t have—they weren’t that close.

“No need. I’m heading to Taiyang Commandery and just happened to pass by Jiushan Sect,” Zhao Jinglan explained.

“…Taiyang Commandery?”

Zheng Fa’s expression stiffened slightly. That place again.

Noticing his reaction, Seventh Young Master asked, “You’ve heard of Taiyang Commandery?”

Just as Zheng Fa was about to answer, he saw Zhao Jinglan subtly signaling him.

She seemed… a little anxious.

After a brief pause, Zheng Fa smiled and replied, “Yes, I’ve heard of it. The Changchun Sect there has some ties to Jiushan Sect.”

Zhao Jinglan quietly exhaled, relieved.

Seventh Young Master, however, didn’t seem to notice the exchange and simply nodded before changing the subject.

“Zheng Fa, how’s life in Jiushan Sect?”

Zheng Fa thought for a moment before answering, “It’s not bad.”

It was hard to accurately describe his situation—if he said too much, it would sound like bragging. Worse, it might seem like unbelievable bragging, and Seventh Young Master would definitely think he was exaggerating.

“I’ve heard Jiushan Sect is a mess,” Seventh Young Master suddenly said, pursing his lips.

“…A mess?”

Zheng Fa blinked. Did Jiushan Sect have a bad reputation outside the sect?

“My senior brothers in Qingmu Sect say that Jiushan Sect has three major scourges!”

“…Three scourges?”

“The first is Senior Sister Zhang—they say she’s arrogant because of her talent, looks down on others, and not only bullies Jiushan Sect disciples but also treats disciples from the Hundred Immortals Alliance with no respect.”

“……”

Zheng Fa glanced at Seventh Young Master.

This guy hasn’t learned to watch his words even after joining Qingmu Sect, huh?

To be fair, Senior Sister Zhang’s reputation had always been mixed.

Especially among those she had personally beaten up—she probably had quite a few enemies.

“…What’s the second?”

“The second is your Sect Master—hiding in the mountains, doing nothing, practically nonexistent.”

“……”

Yep.

Zheng Fa was now 100% sure—

Seventh Young Master was living a great life in Qingmu Sect.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t still be this reckless.

“…And the third?”

Zheng Fa was genuinely curious.

“The third is the Talisman Hall! Apparently, instead of focusing on learning, it’s just constant factional infighting. No one actually studies!”

“……”

Damn. I was just here to listen to gossip, and suddenly, it’s about me?

Thinking about his own titles—

Senior Sister Zhang’s diehard supporter, the Sect Master’s disciple, and the future head of the Talisman Hall…

Wasn’t he just the embodiment of the "three scourges" combined?

Zheng Fa’s expression turned strange.

Seventh Young Master, seeing this, suddenly looked worried. “Zheng Fa, is Jiushan Sect really that chaotic?”

Then, glancing at the pile of gifts Han Qi had brought, he shook his head. “But… you don’t seem to be struggling. Well, with your talent in talismans, I guess that makes sense.”

“…I’m not suffering, but our reputation is clearly bad.” Zheng Fa turned the tables and asked, “Seventh Young Master, are you doing well in Qingmu Sect?”

Seventh Young Master smirked, not answering immediately—but his expression said it all.

Zhao Jinglan, watching him puff up with pride, rolled her eyes and answered for him.

“When he first joined, his talisman aptitude was decent, and with our family connections, he was accepted as a disciple by a Golden Core master who specializes in talismans.”

Zheng Fa nodded.

Just like Jiushan Sect had alchemists and artifact refiners, other sects also had cultivators who specialized in talismans.

Of course, none could match Jiushan Sect’s depth of inheritance.

Seventh Young Master’s talisman talent, while ordinary in Jiushan Sect, was considered outstanding in Qingmu Sect.

He had easily become a rising star.

Looking at him now…

Yep.

He was already getting cocky about it.

Seeing that his sister had stopped talking, Seventh Young Master prodded her. “And? Keep going.”

“What else is there?”

“My cultivation!” Seventh Young Master reminded her.

“Oh, right. This fool broke through to Qi Refining Level Three three days ago,” Zhao Jinglan finally said, exasperated.

This time, Zheng Fa was genuinely surprised.

Both he and Seventh Young Master had dual spiritual roots, so he had a good understanding of their typical cultivation speed.

Putting aside my own unnatural progression, Seventh Young Master’s advancement was extremely fast.

Seventh Young Master humbly waved his hand, saying, “It’s nothing, really. My master just favors me and gifted me some pills.”

Ah.

That made sense.

Qingmu Sect was famous for its alchemy.

With a Foundation Establishment elder sister and a Golden Core master, Seventh Young Master never had to worry about cultivation pills.

Those rare, precious pills? Maybe not.

But at Qi Refining level, he would never lack for resources.

Zheng Fa finally saw through it all.

Seventh Young Master wasn’t here to visit him.

He was here to show off!

And he even brought a hype man with him!

Seventh Young Master grinned as he pushed the bundle of jars and pouches toward Zheng Fa.

“See? Don’t say I don’t care about you! I even brought you some pills!”

Zheng Fa glanced at the jars—there were only one or two pills in each, obviously saved from his own stash.

Hmph. He must’ve agonized over parting with these.

Seventh Young Master suddenly asked, “By the way, what’s your cultivation level now?”

Zheng Fa looked at the pills in front of him.

For the sake of Seventh Young Master’s happiness, he decided…

To lie.

“…About the same as you,” he said vaguely.

“You’re this fast too?!”

Seventh Young Master froze, his eyes flickering toward the pills, as if considering taking them back.

Then he looked at the pile of gifts Han Qi had sent over.

After a long pause, he nodded. “Well, looks like you’re doing pretty well for yourself.”

Still, his tone carried a hint of disappointment.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he sighed.

“If only Gao Yuan were here…”

His voice was filled with genuine longing.

—

Qingmu Sect was far from Jiushan Sect, and the Zhao siblings were exhausted from the journey.

After arranging a guest room for them, Zheng Fa finally had time to examine the jade scroll from Master Pang.

Closing his eyes, he immersed his divine sense into the jade scroll.

Less than half an incense stick later, he opened his eyes with a pained expression.

How could he describe the contents of this scroll?

It was filled with strange, ambiguous talisman diagrams—things that looked like talismans but also didn’t.

To put it simply—

If a standard talisman diagram was like Seventh Young Master, then looking at Master Pang’s diagrams was like…

Seeing Seventh Young Master with nine furry monkey tails and six fluffy fox ears.

Familiar, yet utterly bizarre.

Unlike the commonly known talisman diagrams, these contained intricate additional markings that he had never seen before.

Zheng Fa set the jade scroll down—but instead of being frustrated, his eyes burned with excitement.

Master Pang was the foremost expert in Void-Seeking Spirit Eyes.

This jade scroll was likely his personal observations of talisman diagrams using that technique.

Compared to the textbook knowledge Zheng Fa had previously studied—

The perspective of a Nascent Soul cultivator was far closer to the true essence of talismans.

—

The next day, Zheng Fa had no time to properly host the Zhao siblings.

With Senior Sister Zhang leaving Jiushan Sect and not trusting Senior Sister Yuan to handle things alone, many responsibilities fell onto him.

Of course, most of these were his own doing.

For example—

Ordering Huangya Rice from Qianhe Sect

Deciding the destination and capacity of the next reception boat (Jiushan Sect’s market was now bustling—should they send out another boat?)

Discussing rent increases now that the market was thriving

He was buried in paperwork at the Administrative Hall, leaving Han Qi and the others to entertain the Zhao siblings.

Watching Zheng Fa scribbling furiously, occasionally pausing to frown deeply, Seventh Young Master felt a sudden wave of sympathy.

Stepping out of the hall, he muttered to Han Qi, “Yesterday, when I saw all those gifts being sent to him, I was jealous… But now? Senior Sister Zhang is working him to death.”

Han Qi and the others exchanged odd looks but remained silent.

Seventh Young Master wasn’t done yet.

“Oh, by the way—you guys seem pretty close with Zheng Fa?”

Han Qi smiled. “Of course. We follow Senior Brother Zheng.”

Seventh Young Master blinked, looking genuinely confused.

“…Zheng Fa just joined the sect, and you already follow him? Were you guys that desperate before?”

“……”

—

No visit to Jiushan Sect was complete without a trip to the market.

Seventh Young Master had heard stories about its liveliness—

But seeing the sheer number of people firsthand still shocked him.

“I knew Jiushan Sect’s market was famous… but this many people?”

Beside him, Zhao Jinglan was more grounded in real-world hardships.

Shaking her head, she sighed, “These vendors probably make more than I do.”

Han Qi, curious, asked, “Senior Sister Zhao, have you done business before?”

“For years, while saving up for my Foundation Establishment,” Zhao Jinglan said with a bittersweet smile. “Seeing these Jiushan Sect disciples in the market… They’re living better than I did back then.”

Her gaze toward the vendors held a trace of envy.

But after a while, she noticed something strange.

The vendors seemed unusually polite toward Han Qi and his friends.

Or rather, there was a subtle respect in their attitude—not just casual friendliness.

“Han Shidi… why are they treating you like this?”

Zhao Jinglan was puzzled and turned to Han Qi for an answer.

Han Qi casually brushed it off. “I work in the market district, so I know a lot of them.”

Zhao Jinglan nodded, but…

Her gaze subtly changed.

In the cultivation world, mere familiarity wasn’t enough to earn respect.

—

Of course, the highlight of the market was the theater performances.

Seventh Young Master hadn’t been lying when he said he wanted to watch a play—

Back in Qingmu Sect, he had already heard about Jiushan Sect’s famous theater.

As they reached the entrance, he turned to his sister.

“Jie, aren’t you coming?”

Zhao Jinglan glanced at the ticket prices, pursed her lips, and shook her head.

“I’m not interested.”

Seventh Young Master frowned. “Jie, I have spirit stones. I’ll pay for your ticket.”

She snorted. “I know exactly how much money you have. Buying gifts for Zheng Fa was one thing, but now you want to waste money on me too?”

“Every time you leave the sect, you throw spirit stones around like water! Do you think you’re rich?!”

Seventh Young Master pursed his lips, looking wronged.

Just then, Han Qi waved at someone nearby.

“Zheng Shidi already prepared tickets for you both.”

“…He planned ahead?”

Zhao Jinglan narrowed her eyes.

A feeling she had been suppressing suddenly surfaced—

Something felt off about all this.

“Zheng Fa… in Jiushan Sect… what exactly is his status?”

“……”

Seventh Young Master stood there, mouth slightly open, as Han Qi and the others explained the situation.

“You’re telling me… Zheng Fa is the Jiushan Sect Master’s only disciple, personally favored by Senior Sister Zhang?”

“…I mean, I said he’s trusted—” Han Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling that Seventh Young Master’s phrasing was strangely… accurate.

“…He’s already at Qi Refining Level Five?”

Seventh Young Master jumped up, eyes wide.

“I’M GOING TO FIND HIM!”

“Why?!”

“Those pills I gave him! I saved those one by one! If he’s this rich, how could he shamelessly accept them?!”

Seething, he turned to storm off—

But Zhao Jinglan smacked him on the head.

“Jie?!”

“…Mother always said you had a fool’s luck…” Zhao Jinglan sighed.

“But this level of foolishness and luck is just absurd.”

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