TL: WhitePanda + Friend
Edit: Sumguy + Ishman
Sumguy - mainly fixed the TL, note there might be some stylistic differences from before, enjoy.
Previously on Dao Ming…
After staying with the Jade Wing Sect for 4 years, the Jianghu/Martial Arts world happened to hold a fighting exchange for their own disciples to fight against one another to gain some experience. The Jade Wing Sect happens to be the host for this particular tournament. Chunye, the 2nd heir and only son of the Jade Wing Sect, kicked one of the disciples of the Blue Cloud sect in the ass, the Young Master of said sect decided to cause some trouble. Tong, upon arriving from somewhere else verbally laid the smack down on the Blue Cloud sect, before physically doing the same to their Young Master.
After watching the entire Blue Cloud sect leave the arena to lick their wounds, Tong bows formally to the Elders and the Sect Master in salutation. “Greetings to the various Seniors.”
One of the Elders with a head of snow-white hair seems to be in an extremely dapper mood, waving his right hand with a hearty laugh. “Haha! Too polite, too polite, we don’t have the face to accept that greetings.” When their Sect Master finally convinced Tong’s first master, Master Ye, to allow Tong to become a disciple of the Jade Wing sect, he was one of the few Elders that supported the decision - with most of the Elders being against it as it would erode their Department’s influence. As a compromise, he proposed that Tong become the personal disciple of the Sect Master, thus removing him from being able gain any authority in the running of the sect in the future. This indirectly caused the sect to soar to new heights, not to mention greatly increasing the Medicine Department’s influence and standing even outside of the sect.
“It’s only proper, Senior Sima. How is your back doing by the way?” Tong walks forward to the old man, reaching for his wrist, which the old man quickly obliges.
[T/N: For palpitation for those not familiar with traditional chinese medicine]
“Is it true that you entered closed door training? What secret technique did you learn?”
[T/N: Reminder, “Mister” is being used the original way, the origin of “sensei” - literally the same hanji, roughly meaning “born before”]
[T/N: the word doctor “醫生” are used in the words after, “醫病” treat illness, “救生” save lives, don’t think it’s all that important though]
[T/N: Senior Practioner was Senior Mister, but yeah, this is just to make it easier for you guys, tempted to use Sensei since most readers would understand it, but using stolen japanese term in english to translate the proper chinese term is just… argh… T.T]
“He did what?! Since when?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” The short youth jumps up to give his manservant a light smack at the back of his head.
The remaining four people stand stunned for a moment before shrugging and going back to where they are supposed to be. The spectators that kept an eye on them look a little disappointed after the Blue Cloud incident, but go back to watching the fights without much thought.
As the sun sets, the meet is declared over. The upper echelon of the various sects enjoys a small banquet amongst themselves, boasting of their wave of the future. All the various sects won some and lost some, but there were two notable rising stars that went undefeated, bringing prestige to their respective groups. Chunye, the Young Master representing the host, Jade Wing sect, having 11 wins and 1 draw (due to the stage accidentally breaking and the judge declaring it too dangerous to continue) and Sima Lamzo, the Young Prodigy representing Ten Thousand Star Pavilion, having 9 wins. Of course, there was also Li Hou Tong, but his was only 1 win so it didn’t really count.
The young participants didn’t have a banquet, rather, they were forced to stay in their dormitory to rest up for their trip home. Unexpectedly, a tanned youth is also packing his bags.
“Brother Tong, must you leave so quickly?”
“I’m slightly worried about the two Masters, I haven’t received the scheduled correspondence, it’s late by almost a week. Plus, you are cured now, so I’m not needed.”
“Ah, don’t say that.” Chunye kneels onto the floor, with his forehead touching the floor. “This body is cured by both you and Master Li, for this, I’m eternally grateful. It’s not a matter of needing or not needing, you will be my benefactor for as long as I live.”
Tong scratches his head vigorously in frustration before pleading slightly. “Look, just, er, treat me like a fellow disciple, okay? We are about the same rank, if you want to treat Master Li like that, then that’s his business, alright?”
“Hahaha, certainly, ‘Little Mister’ Big Brother Tong.” Chunye gets off the floor laughingly, teasing him as he helps him pack his bags.