Volume One: The Celestial Path Sect Chapter Four: By the Shores of Jiang Shui Lake

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In the late autumn by the shores of Jiangshui Lake, the water had begun to show signs of freezing. An elderly boatman sat by the lake, recounting tales of the past. Perhaps he was too engrossed in his stories, momentarily forgetting that Chen Fangyu’s team was waiting quietly nearby.

“Jiangshui has existed for many years, its source tracing back to the far north. It is said that the Tianshan Mountains lie there, with snowmelt flowing downstream. It is a land where winter never truly thaws. The Snow Kingdom is also located at the origin point of Jiangshui. Every autumn and winter, the lake freezes, and the trees along its banks turn yellow; leaves fall in a flurry, leaving only bare branches behind. The monsters of Jiangshui Lake are said to hide deep within these woods, but they are so well concealed that ordinary adventurers rarely catch a glimpse of them,” the boatman said, his deeply wrinkled face carrying a trace of wistfulness. He seemed to have lost count of how many teams had come to Jiangshui Lake in search of its beast, or how many times he had shared these old stories.

Jiangshui Lake stretched upstream as a gently flowing river, its banks thick with vegetation. In this autumn-winter season, wind and snow swept over the land, covering much of the foliage with a heavy blanket of snow. The shores looked desolate — the bleak scene typical of a deep winter’s icy river.

The boatman took a long puff of his dry tobacco, then continued, “In truth, you are not the first group to come looking for the Jiangshui Lake beast. Some days ago, another team appeared, and I urged them kindly to turn back. Now, here I am again, the old boatman, and the lake is already frozen solid. That monster you seek, pretending to be an old man fishing by the water’s edge — you won’t find it now. It’s best to leave.”

A hint of melancholy crossed the boatman’s face when he finished, as if his words were the correct script for this chapter, as if the story must unfold in this way.

“Forgive me, boatman, but we have traveled thousands of miles. We cannot simply turn back on your words alone; it would betray the great hopes of our sect. Please grant us the favor of waiting here longer,” Chen Fangyu and his companions had waited silently for some time. Upon hearing the boatman’s words, a few of them, without hesitation, bid farewell to Chen Fangyu, dismissing the old man’s advice as folly, and set off back toward the Celestial Dao Sect.

“Then wait all you want. I have business to attend to and cannot accompany you any longer,” the boatman said, his voice trembling as he tottered away toward a small hut not far from the lake.

Lu Dao Yi left, Fang Yi departed, and Li Wu also returned. Only Liu Yu remained by Chen Fangyu’s side for a while longer, before eventually returning to the sect as well.

Chen Fangyu gripped the Celestial Dao Sect’s sword, dancing by Jiangshui Lake. The sword’s movements were his solitary comfort amid this frozen expanse. The swordsmanship granted by the sect was not unfamiliar to him, and the biting cold wind of Jiangshui Lake could not deter his unwavering resolve to pursue the Dao and fulfill his mission.

The wind howled, and snow drifted with it. The earth lay clad in silver-white, the lake’s surface thick with ice. Chen Fangyu had waited over a month at Jiangshui Lake, his beard growing long. For more than thirty days, he had crouched here, hoping to catch sight of the monster, but it never showed. The harsh winter wind gnawed at him relentlessly.

In this bitter cold, the chilling evil ran deep; only those with strong constitution could endure the frost’s assault. On a night of the full moon, with the cold winds raging, Chen Fangyu, half-conscious, heard sounds from the frozen lake. Opening his eyes, he caught sight of a familiar silhouette. The figure, wearing a bamboo hat and gray robe, appeared again. Chen Fangyu’s heart leapt with joy — he knew it was not a real person but the strange-looking monster returning once more.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” The beast’s massive tail struck the lake’s surface, echoing loudly. Chen Fangyu snapped fully awake, wiping the snow from his Celestial Dao Sect sword, hurriedly rising to face the enemy.

“Are you the Jiangshui Lake monster?” Chen Fangyu drew his sword, facing the hazy figure. The figure discarded its robe and hat, revealing its true form.

“Call me your lord. What do you seek?” the creature spoke. It was a giant snake, nearly three meters long, its body as thick as a human thigh. To Chen Fangyu’s surprise, it spoke human language, its voice hoarse and rugged, seeming to emanate from some device in its belly. Chen Fangyu recognized it as a man’s voice.

“Grandfather, I have waited for you here for a long time. Why do you only come to see me now?” Chen Fangyu thought bitterly. After a month of waiting, finally the snake demon appeared. He had to vent his frustration.

“Who told you to wait for me here? I have been enjoying myself at Jiangshui Lake, and you came to disturb my winter hibernation,” the snake demon replied.

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“I am here on a mission from the sect to subdue you. Don’t be ungrateful. Behave like a proper snake by Jiangshui Lake — no harming living beings, no eating people,” Chen Fangyu issued his decrees.

The snake demon was displeased. It considered itself a decent snake, only preying on animals for survival.

“What do you mean no harming living beings? My body didn’t grow out of thin air. I eat a lot. What do you expect? As for humans, maybe not eating them would be fine, but in this cold, foodless season, whether I eat humans depends on whether there’s anything else to eat,” the snake demon said, eyeing Chen Fangyu’s sturdy body. “You look tasty and filling — why not be my meal and let me feast well before hibernation?”

“Over my dead body! The sect did not lie to me; there really is a man-eating monster at Jiangshui Lake. I’ll subdue it and return for my reward,” Chen Fangyu said, brandishing his sword. The blade reflected his handsome, resolute face, radiating a heroic spirit.

“Wait!” The snake demon interrupted just as Chen Fangyu prepared to strike.

“What now? Are you going to fight or not?” Chen Fangyu complained, his momentum suddenly halted.

“I just remembered I haven’t eaten yet. I’ll be back soon,” the snake demon said, swimming off to the boatman’s hut where, somehow, a bowl of food had been placed. It quickly devoured the meal and returned to face Chen Fangyu.

“Was the food good?” Chen Fangyu suppressed his anger.

“Not bad, the taste was okay,” the snake answered truthfully. After a moment, it asked, “Why do you ask?”

“I mean, that food was for me. The boatman prepared it,” Chen Fangyu replied hastily.

“You’re lying. Before you came, the boatman saved it just for me,” the snake insisted.

“Impossible! You’re just a snake, and I’m a human — flesh and blood, hands and feet,” Chen Fangyu said incredulously.

“That doesn’t matter. I say it is so,” the snake said. Just then, the boatman emerged from the hut.

“Listen to me, both of you. Wouldn’t it be better not to fight?” the boatman interjected, trying to mediate.

“I am here to complete a sect mission. I will not give up halfway,” Chen Fangyu defended himself.

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“I’m hungry. That human has been stalking me so long, disturbing my hibernation. Today, I’m going to eat him, then sleep well,” the snake demon said, still speaking human words. It had cultivated for over ten years and was close to achieving transformation.

“Very well. Since you two are so determined, I won’t interrupt your duel. I’ll just watch here and support you,” the boatman said, sitting aside as the man and snake prepared to clash.

Chen Fangyu threw aside the scabbard and swung his Celestial Dao Sect sword. Now at Sword Master Third Stage, he was no longer the weak novice when he first joined the sect. The sword techniques passed down from the sect’s sword lineage were still fresh in his mind. His blade moved like a phantom, a testament to his mastery that belied his youthful appearance.

The snake demon twisted its thick, thigh-sized body and charged at Chen Fangyu, who was caught off guard and struck by the impact.

Fortunately, Chen Fangyu’s sword provided a buffer, sparing him from a crippling blow from the snake’s head.

Surviving the attack, Chen Fangyu’s sword rang with a sharp clang, declaring its power and his remaining strength. Blood dripped from his lips as the blow stirred his blood energy. The sword’s unyielding spirit fueled Chen Fangyu’s indomitable will to face the unknown danger.

The snake demon launched a second attack. Chen Fangyu hurriedly defended himself as the beast pursued relentlessly. He did not want to lose his life here and found himself missing his five-person team — now disbanded and returned to the sect.

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