Yun Zhen, the only son of a wealthy Jiangnan merchant, was blessed with good looks, but cursed with a terrible mouth. He drove away seven or eight tutors. The last one left heartbroken, lamenting: “This boy’s words flow like a flood; he deserves three parts of the credit if West Lake ever overflows! I cannot teach him, I simply cannot!”
When he turned sixteen, the young master suddenly decided he wanted to learn martial arts, become a hero, and roam the world upholding justice. He was rejected by seven different martial arts schools within three days. He finally managed to join a dilapidated sect that only had four members left. The reason? His father offered an exorbitant amount of money.
The Master stroked his beard, looking profound: “This boy has unique bones, a martial arts genius seen only once in a century!” His parents happily waved their hands: “Build! Build our darling the biggest training ground!” The Senior Brother and Senior Sister smiled sweetly: “Little Junior Brother is so adorable!” His parents, immensely pleased, added: “Build a few more courtyards for his Senior Brother and Senior Sister to live in.” Only the Second Senior Brother, Jiang Zhi, remained expressionless, radiating a chilling aura three feet around him—a single glance could freeze a person into an ice sculpture.
Yun Zhen’s eyes lit up: So handsome! Isn’t that exactly the person I aspire to be? Unfortunately, the flowers were willing, but the stream was indifferent. After being ignored multiple times, Yun Zhen’s idealized view shattered. What martial arts master? What cold-hearted swordsman? He was just a hard, stinky, stubborn rock! Consequently, Yun Zhen unilaterally declared: He was now enemies with Jiang Zhi.
After muddling around the sect for two years, Yun Zhen felt he had “learned nothing” and decided it was time to officially leave and explore the Jianghu. However, one morning, he woke up to find he had turned into a ball. To be precise, a fluffy little pearl bird.
The Master picked him up and examined him: “Oh, your soul left your body and attached itself to a spirit sparrow. Minor issue, minor issue, don’t worry, disciple.” He then casually handed the little white fluff ball to Jiang Zhi, who happened to be passing by. “I must travel far, Second Disciple. You look after this sparrow for now.”
Yun Zhen: ??? Master! Father! Mother! Help! How am I supposed to be a hero when I’m a bird?! And why does it have to be Jiang Zhi?! Jiang Zhi stared at the fluffy creature exploding in his palm, his brow tightly furrowed. But gradually, Yun Zhen began to realize that his Second Senior Brother seemed… different.
Raw Novel Name: 鳥一直在響
