The Younger Shen

Chapter 3 - White Lotus

A couple years have passed since Fu Xiyi found Shen Yuan, and nothing has gone wrong so far. Luo Binghe seems attached to the transmigrator, and Shen Yuan has slowly started to enjoy being in PIDW. However, happy things always need to be destroyed.
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Panting, Shen Yuan runs down the street, trying not to trip over strangers and civilians, as he attempts to outrun the enraged young masters. Many curses are thrown at the young Shen as well as some weak insults and threats. Clutching the small cat tightly in his arms was a slight struggle while he escaped from the bratty young masters, Shen Yuan turned around a building only to find himself at a dead end. He found enough time to hide the injured cat in a basket and wrap a blanket around it's soft, white fur.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Shen Yuan turned around just in time to see the young brats stride confidently over to Shen Yuan. Calling these arrogant men young masters was really a lie, as all of these snobs were in their early 30's.

The tallest of the men pushed the young Shen onto the ground, dirtying his white robes. Offended, Shen Yuan looked up at the man in disbelief of him dirtying his clothes, which Fu Xiyi washed extremely carefully everyday. "So you think you can just stop us from having fun, now, do you?" The tallest man said with clear anger and irritation in his voice, Shen Yuan tried extremely hard not to roll his eyes at the disgusting creature before him. He shouldn't waste his energy with talking to him.

Gritting his yellow and disgusting teeth, the man glared down at the eight year old Shen Yuan, he lifted his leg and kicked the poor transmigrator in the side of the head. "I shouldn't waste my time with brats like you, you and your family are a bunch of lowlife peasants," before leaving with his minions, the man spat on the ground just in front of the young Shen. Then, he turned his back and stomped away. Breathing a soft sigh of relief, Shen Yuan stood up and creapt over to where he left the snow white cat. The transmigrator slowly bent down and picked up the injured cat, he gracefully walked back to the small hut he's lived in for the past years and placed the cat down on a makeshift bed.

"Atleast your safe Xue Mao," Shen Yuan spoke these soft words quietly and tenderly, as if talking to a young child. He hovered his hands over the scrapes and cuts all over Xue Mao's legs, he let the spiritual qi flow freely through his hands, and soon the injuries healed in no time at all.

[Cultivation Progress: 35% completed. +50 B points.]

Your point giving and progress rate is so low.

A small sigh left Shen Yuan's mouth as he internally complained about his crappy system. A small shadow stood behind the young Shen, his curly hair messily tied up. "A-Yuan, this one requests to watch A-Yuan train today," the boy's voice was young and bubbly, his eyes shone bright with anticipation at Shen Yuan's answer. "Of course you can, Xiao-Luo," The transmigrator said this with a soft smile as he fed Xue Mao some small pieces of fish, the white lotus beamed and latched onto Shen Yuan's arm, tugging on him to move.

Sighing as he was dragged into the forest by Luo Binghe, Shen Yuan lowered his head to go underneath a branch. The duo made it to a secluded area in the middle of the forest, Luo Binghe sat under a tree and watched Shen Yuan intently. Shen Yuan closed his eyes and began practising his Cultivation, he started simply by moving leaves around and making them shoot into a nearby tree trunk. Luo Binghe bounced up and down with excitement as he saw his A-Yuan move so gracefully, it never failed to mesmerise the young boy whenever he saw Shen Yuan practising cultivation.

After practising for a while, Luo Binghe bounded over to the tired Shen and gave a large smile, "Can A-Yuan teach this one how to cultivate?" Sighing, Shen Yuan frowned slightly but quickly went back to a soft smile, he nodded ever so slightly. Luo Binghe celebrated with a cheer of victory, he then calmed down and let the transmigrator teach him.

[Cultivation Progress: 38% completed. +25 B points.]
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The two trudged back to the hut, both their limbs exhausted from training for hours, though neither of their faces showed that fact.

Shen Yuan was the first to enter the hut and immediately was frozen in horror to see Fu Xiyi lying on the bed, unmoving as a knife was latched into her chest.

This isn't what happened in the book!? Who did this!?

His hands clasped over his mouth as tears threatened to fall down his pale face, Shen Yuan dropped to his knees. As soon as Luo Binghe entered he rushed over to the bed and fell to his knees right beside it, he held his dead mother's hand and begged for her to wake up. Breathe shaking, Shen Yuan let the tears flow, he mourned the loss of Fu Xiyi and crawled over to Luo Binghe. The transmigrator engulfed Luo Binghe in a tight hug.
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Luo Binghe knelt down in front of the tombstone, crying over his dead mother. Shen Yuan was just standing up and blankly staring at the grave, tears falling down his expressionless features. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Fu Xiyi died earlier and different compared to how the novel stated it, the situation was confusing and it made Shen Yuan's head hurt if he thought about it too much. Wresting his hand on Binghe's shoulder, the young Shen sighed and looked at Luo Binghe, who was clutching the counterfeit jade necklace that Fu Xiyi's corpse held tightly in it's cold hands.

Shen Yuan took Binghe's hand and led him away from the grave, not wanting to see him cry too much anymore. The sight broke his heart. Sniffling is all Shen Yuan could hear on the way back to the hut, sniffling and rain.

Inside the small broken-down hut, Shen Yuan placed Binghe on the bed and hummed a lullaby to help him fall asleep quicker, then he turned to Xue Mao who was still sleeping on the tiny makeshift bed. Coughing, Shen Yuan looked at the ground in slight concern, he had just coughed up blood.

Inside the blood was chunks of an unknown substance, the sight was disgusting to look at, the place smelt of a crime scene. Panic rose inside Shen Yuan when he noticed that the chunks were small pieces of flesh, his pupils dilated into tiny specks as he looked on in horror. The transmigrator quickly went out of the hut and over to a bush to throw up the rest of it, the place smelt absolutely horrible. Shen Yuan grabbed a small bucket and cloth and cleaned up the tiny mess he made inside the house.

Sitting down, Shen Yuan couldn't help the feeling of being watched, he decided not to look into it any further. The transmigrator leaned against the wall and closed his jade coloured eyes, falling asleep.

No matter how hard he tried, Shen Yuan could not shake the ominous feeling of someone else inside his head. Occasional whispers and faint shouts. His head hurt, he felt like throwing up again, but this also made his stomach feel like it was being ripped apart from the inside. He could taste the warm blood in his mouth, but he swallowed it all down. Shen Yuan could feel his stomach churn and do continuous flips, but it also felt as if something was eating his stomach from the inside. The pain was excruciating, the transmigrator could only pass out from this pain. His body couldn't take it.