In Order to Live as an Immortal, I changed a martial artist world to a xianxia world

Chapter 29: Song Yuanqiao: “Master Has Gone Missing!”

“Finally, I’m back.”

Zhang Cuishan stepped into Zhenwu Hall, his expression laden with a complex mix of emotions.

Since becoming a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, he had spent his formative years on Wudang Mountain. However, an unforeseen accident had exiled him overseas for more than a decade.

Now, as he stood once more within the familiar halls of Wudang, Zhang Cuishan sensed an overwhelming tide of nostalgia and longing.

“Fifth Brother.”

Yin Susu stepped forward and gently clasped his hand, her eyes brimming with understanding.

[Yin Susu can be interpreted as “Pure and Simple Yin” or “Elegant Simplicity,” conveying a sense of refinement, beauty, and grace.]

Their years of exile had forged an unbreakable bond, and as his wife, Yin Susu could read his feelings with ease.

“I’m fine.”

Squeezing her hand, Zhang Cuishan forced a faint smile, his voice soft but steady.

“Is this where Father grew up?”

The young voice belonged to Zhang Wuji, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu’s only son. The boy gazed around Zhenwu Hall with wide-eyed curiosity, marveling at the place his father had once called home.

[Zhang Wuji can be interpreted as “Zhang Without Fear” or “Zhang Without Jealousy.]

“That’s right,” Yin Liting interjected with a laugh. “This is your father’s home—and now, it’s yours too.”

Though still a youth, Zhang Wuji’s relentless curiosity had already proven troublesome during their journey to Wudang. The boy had nearly been abducted by thieves, his inquisitiveness drawing undue attention.

Fortunately, Wudang’s disciples—dispatched in greater numbers to search for rumoured traces of immortal legacies—had intervened just in time.

Had Bai Chen witnessed this, he would no doubt have sighed at the cascading effects of his interference. Zhang Wuji’s fate had already diverged from its original course, sparing him the grievous injury of the Xuanming Divine Palm and an encounter with the infamous Xuanming Elders.

“By the way,” Zhang Cuishan asked, his gaze turning to Yin Liting, “where is Master? And the others?”

Given Zhang Sanfeng’s unparalleled abilities, Zhang Cuishan found it strange that his master had not greeted him upon his return. Even if his prolonged absence had displeased the elder, Zhang Sanfeng’s silence was uncharacteristic.

“I’m not sure,” Yin Liting admitted, his brow furrowing. “When I left Wudang, everything seemed normal.”

[Yin Liting can be poetically interpreted as “Pavilion of Pears” or “Elegant Pavilion,” evoking imagery of serene beauty and grace.]

His tone betrayed his unease.

“Eldest Brother! Fifth Brother! Sixth Brother!”

Song Yuanqiao’s voice echoed through the hall as he entered Zhenwu Hall, his features darkened with worry.

“Eldest Brother, what’s wrong?”

“Has something happened?”

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Liting stepped forward immediately, alarm evident in their voices.

“Master has gone missing,” Song Yuanqiao said heavily.

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According to Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Sanfeng had not been seen in ten days. Initially, this absence caused no concern—Zhang Sanfeng often wandered Wudang Mountain’s many peaks, returning after a day or two.

However, when five days passed with no word, Song Yuanqiao’s unease grew.

The timing was particularly troubling. Zhang Cuishan’s return and Zhang Sanfeng’s centennial celebration were both imminent. These events held great importance for Wudang, making the master’s disappearance all the more baffling.

Calling the disciples together, Song Yuanqiao organized an exhaustive search of the mountain. Yet, despite their efforts, Zhang Sanfeng remained nowhere to be found.

“Where could Master have gone?”

“Why would he leave without telling us?”

“For decades, he’s never set foot beyond Wudang Mountain. He must still be here!”

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Liting’s expressions mirrored their growing concern.

To them, Zhang Sanfeng was more than a teacher—he was a father figure and the foundation of Wudang itself.

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“Eldest Brother, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother,” Yin Susu interjected, her tone calm and measured.

“Please don’t worry yourselves too much. Zhang Zhenren is a land immortal, unmatched in this world. No harm could possibly befall him. The only explanation is that he left voluntarily and for reasons of his own.”

Her words carried a certain logic, and the three brothers could not deny their truth. Zhang Sanfeng’s immense power made any misfortune unlikely.

Still, their bond with their master was so profound that even rational arguments could not dispel their lingering unease.

“I’ll keep looking,” Yin Liting declared suddenly.

“Fifth Brother, Sister-in-law—rest with Wuji for now. You’ve had a long journey back to Wudang. Let us handle this.”

Before Zhang Cuishan could respond, Yin Liting was already striding out of Zhenwu Hall, determination evident in his step.

Watching his junior brother leave, Song Yuanqiao shook his head but refrained from stopping him.

“Come,” Song Yuanqiao said, turning to Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu. “I’ll take you to your quarters. We’ll discuss everything else after you’ve rested.”