Peerless Master (Bu Kek Siansu) Series by Xu Ping He (Asmaraman S. Kho Ping Hoo)

edited May 2017 in Translations
I always want to give back to this community which already gave me so much enjoyment since a long time ago. However, I can't read or write chinese, so I always thought that I couldn't do so all this time, up until this morning, when I was struck by a sudden idea: I'm going to translate Kho Ping Hoo

As a chinese descent that lives in Indonesia, Kho Ping Hoo was my parent's favorite enjoyment in their part-time, and so was it mine, after I became old enough to read and understand things.

Asmaraman S. Kho Ping Hoo was an author in Indonesia who wrote until my parent's generation, producing many works along the Wuxia's genre (though compared to the 1000chaps chinese web novels they could only be called mini-series). His works were not popular outside of Indonesia, but it was quite well-known here, and Being someone who enjoy it, I would be happy if I could share it.

Kho Ping Hoo had written many mini series, but I want to start with the Peerless Master series, Bu Kek SianSu.

There are 17 titles in this series, including Bu Kek Siansu:

1. Peerless Master (Bu Kek Siansu)

2. Golden Flute

3. Blood-stained Love

4. Black Pearl

5. Ice Island Palace

6. Hunchbacked Hero

7. Awesome Hero

8. A Pair of Demonic Swords

9. A Pair of Eagles

10. Eagle's Match

11. Golden Flute and Demi-Dragon

12. Saga of Ice Island Heroes

13. Dragon Flute

14. White Crane Story

15. Red Crane Story

16. The Mighty Fists

17. The Treasures of Ice Island


I found He Yan Feng was translating this back in 2008, although he only did up to six chapters. I'll be contacting him if I could use the six chapters he translated and continue from there, but if I can't reach him, i'll start translating from the start. 


Synopsis:

Gua Shenlong, the miraculous boy, were highly sought after and contested by the martial experts. Some wanted him to become their disciples, some wanted to take him as prestige, some actually wanted to use his miraculous organs to enhance their kungfu skills.

Eventually Shenlong became a disciple of the Ice Island, and from there, through some plot twists and turns, he was 'enlightened' and became the WuJi XianShi (Peerless Master).


Synopsis credit to HeYanFeng in spcnet.tv forums

I'll try to start after two days, and will probably keep my pace at a chapter every two days from then.

This novel is translated from Bhs. Indonesia to English

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  • Alright, here is the first part. I decided to call it parts instead of chapters as KPH doesn't really separated them into chapters, but small books that are about four parts long. There are bout six parts in a small book, and Bu Kek Siansu has 24 books, so in total (rough estimates) with one part having +- 2000 words, there are about 290 parts like this one. This series alone.


    Bu Kek Siansu
    Part 1. The wonder child


    It was a very beautiful morning deep in the forest in the slope of the Mountains of Thousand Flowers (Jeng-Hoa-San). The early sun spewed its yellowish-golden ray to the surface of the earth, revitalizing wild weeds that were almost turned life-less from smog, trees that were devoured by the dark of night, and flowers that were suffering from bone-chilling cold all night long.


    The bright golden ray was thwarted some by the lush forest’s leaves and branches, but it’s warm nature allowed it to encompasses through the gaps of the leaves and branches, causing the ray of light that are evident among the trees’ shadows to shot downwards, meeting with patches of water and forming colors of rainbow that were exceedingly beautiful; colors that were formed from myriad other kinds, especially evident being the basic color of red, yellow and blue. Exquisitely beautiful!


    From a pair of eyes that was free from all binds, its beautiful nature would have been more savored; an exquisite sight that is new, and would still continue to be new and refreshing even after - perchance- seeing it every day.  Still, before the first ray of reddish light came and before the first sighting of sunrise, that forest within a slope was held by a deep silence.


    The very first thing that had awoken the woodland was none other than the short but loud squawking noise of a forest rooster. This squawking was always sudden and surprising, and it was followed by some other squawking from many different directions. The sounds that the roosters made finally managed to perturb various birds that were mantled by the dark of night, and were hiding their faces using their profuse and warm wings.  After that, there are many more lively movements in each and every large tree, and all kinds of noises from the exchange of caws between birds, as if competing on their loveliness and spirits, even though all of them have their own special melodious cries.


    It is very hard for anyone’s ears to decide which bird’s cry is more beautiful, because the exchange of caws were as if a large symphony from many different kinds of musical instruments that are played together harmoniously. What’s left for the ear is only enchanting pleasantness! It was also difficult to say on whether the cries of birds are more charming, or the calming quietness that persists in the gap between those cries.


    There was a very young and small child, his age being no more than seven years old. He was standing like a statue, staying upended on a plain that are situated on the upper level of that Mountains of thousand flowers’ forest, facing towards the east. He had stayed in such a position for about half an hour already. His two pair of eyes were his only body parts that moved, the wide eyes that were filled with sharpness and warmness at the same time; eyes like what children of his age that are still living with freedom and clarity would have. But between his pair of eyes, the skin between his brows could be seen to be a little perturbed by a few straight lines.


    It was truly somewhat weird, seeing a little kid his age already having frown lines between his eyebrows! The child was wearing very modest garment, but very clean like his body, as could be seen from his well-taken-care of hair to his fingernails. He has a nice-looking face, but it was still quite common like other kids. Perhaps the thing that truly differ him is that frown between his brows - which are seldom seen from other children – and it made him a child that could easily form an impression to the onlookers as a weird kid, and that he surely had something extraordinary about him


    The child’s pair of eyes were glimmering full of live when he saw large red ball over the top of the mountain to the east. The fully large ball was a sight that enticed the heart – at first – before it became something that no one could see directly because of its glimmering, yellowish light that it gave. And so the boy moved his sight; now he is enjoying how the endless warm light livened up everything, from the peak of the mountain to far below, at its foot.


    Then the kid took off his clothes one by one, patiently and without rushing, without even looking left or right because he knew after all this time that in the early morning like then, there wouldn’t be any other human except him there.

    He approached a large boulder while being fully naked, and he sat atop it, facing the sun. He was sitting upright, cross-legged, and he allowed his breath to come in and out without specifically controlling it, without force; just like how a baby would when sleeping deeply. It had already been several years since he started doing this every day, sitting while being bathed by the sun’s grace for two or three hours, and he would only finish when he felt very hot and covered with sweat all around.


    The same goes for nights with bright moonlight; he would also sit in that boulder, stark naked, bathing with the full moon’s moonlight for seven nights, he had sometimes even forgotten himself, almost falling asleep, before he recollected and feeling his body freezing and seeing that the moon was already out of sight, hiding behind the west’s peak. A very extraordinary child, indeed!


    Truly, even the villagers around the Mountains of Thousand Flowers called him Sin Tong (Wonder Child), he was known for such a name by the people: a wonder child, magical child, and many other similar names. It was to the point that because everyone called him Sin Tong and because he had also never been that willing on saying his true name, now he had been used with that way of addressing and he himself already deemed his name to be Sin Tong!


    Why do the villagers and all others who lived around the slope and feet of the Mountains of Thousand Flowers called him a wonder child? There’s a reason for it, and it was because this seven years old child are very knowledgeable in curing illness and giving leaves, fruits and medicinal roots that have very potent effects!


    Almost every villager that contracted a disease would come to the Forest of Thousand Flowers – which is the name of the forest where the child lives in because among the many forests around the Mountains of Thousand Flowers, that forest was most suited to be called a ‘forest of thousand flowers’, with it having myriads of plants of various colors and are filled with beautiful flowers, especially in spring season.


    And the child would give out those leaves or medicinal roots with open heart, with the utmost willingness, compliance, and without expecting any return! And so there came heaps of inhabitants to find him, and quietly they hailed him as a wonder child, as a god that took a child’s figure to help them from calamity.


    Even when there was once an infectious disease - a dangerous cold disease that caused many deaths last year - this boy was the one who bring a closure to it by giving certain roots to be cooked, and its essence drank. With that root, many infected people were saved, and it prevents the healthy from being infected.


    When those inhabitants - especially the women - came to him with newly knitted clothes, the child couldn’t refuse, and had thanked them instead with a few drops of tears from his eyes falling to his cheeks, although he didn’t let out any sound from his mouth. Because of those villagers, the boy was able to wear decent albeit somewhat modest-looking.


    So, who exactly is this little wonder child that inhabits the Forest of Thousand Flowers alone for all this time? Is he really a god descended from the world above, taking the form of a little kid to help the people, like what those folks in Tibetan mountain would believe, causing the existence of Lamas that were thought to be Buddha themselves that ‘disguised’ to be kids and become Lama candidates? The truth was of course not like what those people who like to think up fooleries and magical things had believed.


    The boy was once the only child of the Gua family in Kun-Leng city, which is as small city located to the east from the Mountains of Thousand Flowers. He was named Gua Shen Long, and this name Shen Long (Great Dragon) was given to him because when his mother had him in her belly, she dreamed of a dragon that flew through the sky, among the clouds.


    Shen Long’s father is a vendor that deals with medicines, being quite rich in Kun-Leng’s city. However, disaster knocked on their family’s door as three burglars came to their house deep within the night. Initially these three criminals had just come to steal from this rich family, but when they came into the family’s chamber, they were found by Shen Long’s father and mother. Because the thieves were afraid of being known, they murdered Shen Long’s father and mother, hacking them numerous times with their sabers.


    Back then, Shen Long was only five years old and in that obscured spot he saw how his parents were rained with hacks from their sabers and fell, covered all over in blood, died without having any chance to cry out. Because of the terror and his fright, Shen Long felt like he was forcefully muted, his eyes were wide open and he couldn’t let out any sound. The three thieves didn’t notice the little kid in that dark room because of his state. They were busying themselves with packing valuables while being panicked; they want to come out as soon as possible because they had potently killed the master of the house.


    Shen Long could only wailed after those wicked individuals has come out from the room, and he cried and wailed as loud as he could, and the night was as if ‘filled’ by that child’s cries. Their neighbors were shocked and opened their doors, every men coming out and saw the unfamiliar trio coming out from the Gua family’s house while holding large and filled sackcloth.


    And soon came a shriek, “Thieves… thieves!”


    The people immediately surrounded the three men. Some people ran inside the Gua family’s house and it could be imagined how shocked their heart was seeing the husband and wife dead, as if bathed with blood. Shen Long was crying for his parents, hugging them until his face, hands and clothes were soaked with their blood.


    “They are murderers! The killed the Gua’s family!” The person who saw the his parent’s dead bodies ran out and shouted.


    “What cruel criminals! Catch them!”


    “No! Just kill them all!”


    “The Gua husband and wife’s body were pulped by their sabers!”


    “Kill!”


    “Surround them…!”


    And so happen a fighting or struggling that were unbalanced; heavy on one side. The trio was forced to fight for their live, but how could they – merely normal thieves – be able to hold the rush of tens or even more than a hundred people that were furious and blood-thirsty?


    When the massacre out of his home was happening, the boy came out from the inside, with his face, hands and clothes sopping with blood. He walked outside as if within a dream, his face very pale and his eyes wide open, watching the spectacle while being filled with terror.


    He stood in front of his house’s door, his eyes turning wider open after seeing what’s happening in front. He saw clearly how his neighbors seemed like a pack of wild wolves, attacking and hitting the three burglars, the killer of his parents. He heard how those thieves cried out in pain, powerless, crying out desperately for forgiveness. There were also sounds of blunt-hitting when hands, feet and weapons hit their body. The trio had fallen, but they were still battered, hacked and whacked as the blood splattered everywhere. In the end, the thieves’ bodies jotted uncontrollably, and incoherent weird sounds came out from their throats.


    But those people who are still furious and blood-thirsty - who had an unquestionable belief that what they were doing was right and just - kept on pounding on the three unfortunate human until their body was crushed and their bones broken! After everyone felt satisfied, and even felt a bit of trepidation seeing their ‘work’, they finally stopped their massacre towards those three dead bodies and entered the Gua family’s house. But Shen Long wasn’t there!


    That child who had just received a shock right to his very heart which was torn asunder and filled with wounds after seeing his parents hacked and killed, and when he saw those three murderers surrounded and tortured, his soul felt more oppressed, and the wounds on his heart  accumulated to the point that he can’t hold it anymore. He saw those people’s faces and he felt like he saw the faces of demons: eyes lightened by hate and disgust, filled with blood-thirstiness, and wide open mouths offering full view of their fangs/ sharp teethes, ready to bite and drink the opposition’s blood.


    He was scared, and he felt like he was in the middle of a pack of demons. And so while still crying incoherently,  Shen Long ran away from that place, leaving his house, leaving the Kun-Leng city, and straight through towards the mountainous region that from afar, seemed like an entity that were lying down; a powerful god, that will protect him out of those demons’ reach!

  • Alright, here is the first part. I decided to call it parts instead of chapters as KPH doesn't really separated them into chapters, but small books that are about four parts long. There are bout six parts in a small book, and Bu Kek Siansu has 24 books, so in total (rough estimates) with one part having +- 2000 words, there are about 290 parts like this one. This series alone.


    Bu Kek Siansu
    Part 1. The wonder child


    It was a very beautiful morning deep in the forest in the slope of the Mountains of Thousand Flowers (Jeng-Hoa-San). The early sun spewed its yellowish-golden ray to the surface of the earth, revitalizing wild weeds that were almost turned life-less from smog, trees that were devoured by the dark of night, and flowers that were suffering from bone-chilling cold all night long.


    The bright golden ray was thwarted some by the lush forest’s leaves and branches, but it’s warm nature allowed it to encompasses through the gaps of the leaves and branches, causing the ray of light that are evident among the trees’ shadows to shot downwards, meeting with patches of water and forming colors of rainbow that were exceedingly beautiful; colors that were formed from myriad other kinds, especially evident being the basic color of red, yellow and blue. Exquisitely beautiful!


    From a pair of eyes that was free from all binds, its beautiful nature would have been more savored; an exquisite sight that is new, and would still continue to be new and refreshing even after - perchance- seeing it every day.  Still, before the first ray of reddish light came and before the first sighting of sunrise, that forest within a slope was held by a deep silence.


    The very first thing that had awoken the woodland was none other than the short but loud squawking noise of a forest rooster. This squawking was always sudden and surprising, and it was followed by some other squawking from many different directions. The sounds that the roosters made finally managed to perturb various birds that were mantled by the dark of night, and were hiding their faces using their profuse and warm wings.  After that, there are many more lively movements in each and every large tree, and all kinds of noises from the exchange of caws between birds, as if competing on their loveliness and spirits, even though all of them have their own special melodious cries.


    It is very hard for anyone’s ears to decide which bird’s cry is more beautiful, because the exchange of caws were as if a large symphony from many different kinds of musical instruments that are played together harmoniously. What’s left for the ear is only enchanting pleasantness! It was also difficult to say on whether the cries of birds are more charming, or the calming quietness that persists in the gap between those cries.


    There was a very young and small child, his age being no more than seven years old. He was standing like a statue, staying upended on a plain that are situated on the upper level of that Mountains of thousand flowers’ forest, facing towards the east. He had stayed in such a position for about half an hour already. His two pair of eyes were his only body parts that moved, the wide eyes that were filled with sharpness and warmness at the same time; eyes like what children of his age that are still living with freedom and clarity would have. But between his pair of eyes, the skin between his brows could be seen to be a little perturbed by a few straight lines.


    It was truly somewhat weird, seeing a little kid his age already having frown lines between his eyebrows! The child was wearing very modest garment, but very clean like his body, as could be seen from his well-taken-care of hair to his fingernails. He has a nice-looking face, but it was still quite common like other kids. Perhaps the thing that truly differ him is that frown between his brows - which are seldom seen from other children – and it made him a child that could easily form an impression to the onlookers as a weird kid, and that he surely had something extraordinary about him


    The child’s pair of eyes were glimmering full of live when he saw large red ball over the top of the mountain to the east. The fully large ball was a sight that enticed the heart – at first – before it became something that no one could see directly because of its glimmering, yellowish light that it gave. And so the boy moved his sight; now he is enjoying how the endless warm light livened up everything, from the peak of the mountain to far below, at its foot.


    Then the kid took off his clothes one by one, patiently and without rushing, without even looking left or right because he knew after all this time that in the early morning like then, there wouldn’t be any other human except him there.

    He approached a large boulder while being fully naked, and he sat atop it, facing the sun. He was sitting upright, cross-legged, and he allowed his breath to come in and out without specifically controlling it, without force; just like how a baby would when sleeping deeply. It had already been several years since he started doing this every day, sitting while being bathed by the sun’s grace for two or three hours, and he would only finish when he felt very hot and covered with sweat all around.


    The same goes for nights with bright moonlight; he would also sit in that boulder, stark naked, bathing with the full moon’s moonlight for seven nights, he had sometimes even forgotten himself, almost falling asleep, before he recollected and feeling his body freezing and seeing that the moon was already out of sight, hiding behind the west’s peak. A very extraordinary child, indeed!


    Truly, even the villagers around the Mountains of Thousand Flowers called him Sin Tong (Wonder Child), he was known for such a name by the people: a wonder child, magical child, and many other similar names. It was to the point that because everyone called him Sin Tong and because he had also never been that willing on saying his true name, now he had been used with that way of addressing and he himself already deemed his name to be Sin Tong!


    Why do the villagers and all others who lived around the slope and feet of the Mountains of Thousand Flowers called him a wonder child? There’s a reason for it, and it was because this seven years old child are very knowledgeable in curing illness and giving leaves, fruits and medicinal roots that have very potent effects!


    Almost every villager that contracted a disease would come to the Forest of Thousand Flowers – which is the name of the forest where the child lives in because among the many forests around the Mountains of Thousand Flowers, that forest was most suited to be called a ‘forest of thousand flowers’, with it having myriads of plants of various colors and are filled with beautiful flowers, especially in spring season.


    And the child would give out those leaves or medicinal roots with open heart, with the utmost willingness, compliance, and without expecting any return! And so there came heaps of inhabitants to find him, and quietly they hailed him as a wonder child, as a god that took a child’s figure to help them from calamity.


    Even when there was once an infectious disease - a dangerous cold disease that caused many deaths last year - this boy was the one who bring a closure to it by giving certain roots to be cooked, and its essence drank. With that root, many infected people were saved, and it prevents the healthy from being infected.


    When those inhabitants - especially the women - came to him with newly knitted clothes, the child couldn’t refuse, and had thanked them instead with a few drops of tears from his eyes falling to his cheeks, although he didn’t let out any sound from his mouth. Because of those villagers, the boy was able to wear decent albeit somewhat modest-looking.


    So, who exactly is this little wonder child that inhabits the Forest of Thousand Flowers alone for all this time? Is he really a god descended from the world above, taking the form of a little kid to help the people, like what those folks in Tibetan mountain would believe, causing the existence of Lamas that were thought to be Buddha themselves that ‘disguised’ to be kids and become Lama candidates? The truth was of course not like what those people who like to think up fooleries and magical things had believed.


    The boy was once the only child of the Gua family in Kun-Leng city, which is as small city located to the east from the Mountains of Thousand Flowers. He was named Gua Shen Long, and this name Shen Long (Great Dragon) was given to him because when his mother had him in her belly, she dreamed of a dragon that flew through the sky, among the clouds.


    Shen Long’s father is a vendor that deals with medicines, being quite rich in Kun-Leng’s city. However, disaster knocked on their family’s door as three burglars came to their house deep within the night. Initially these three criminals had just come to steal from this rich family, but when they came into the family’s chamber, they were found by Shen Long’s father and mother. Because the thieves were afraid of being known, they murdered Shen Long’s father and mother, hacking them numerous times with their sabers.


    Back then, Shen Long was only five years old and in that obscured spot he saw how his parents were rained with hacks from their sabers and fell, covered all over in blood, died without having any chance to cry out. Because of the terror and his fright, Shen Long felt like he was forcefully muted, his eyes were wide open and he couldn’t let out any sound. The three thieves didn’t notice the little kid in that dark room because of his state. They were busying themselves with packing valuables while being panicked; they want to come out as soon as possible because they had potently killed the master of the house.


    Shen Long could only wailed after those wicked individuals has come out from the room, and he cried and wailed as loud as he could, and the night was as if ‘filled’ by that child’s cries. Their neighbors were shocked and opened their doors, every men coming out and saw the unfamiliar trio coming out from the Gua family’s house while holding large and filled sackcloth.


    And soon came a shriek, “Thieves… thieves!”


    The people immediately surrounded the three men. Some people ran inside the Gua family’s house and it could be imagined how shocked their heart was seeing the husband and wife dead, as if bathed with blood. Shen Long was crying for his parents, hugging them until his face, hands and clothes were soaked with their blood.


    “They are murderers! The killed the Gua’s family!” The person who saw the his parent’s dead bodies ran out and shouted.


    “What cruel criminals! Catch them!”


    “No! Just kill them all!”


    “The Gua husband and wife’s body were pulped by their sabers!”


    “Kill!”


    “Surround them…!”


    And so happen a fighting or struggling that were unbalanced; heavy on one side. The trio was forced to fight for their live, but how could they – merely normal thieves – be able to hold the rush of tens or even more than a hundred people that were furious and blood-thirsty?


    When the massacre out of his home was happening, the boy came out from the inside, with his face, hands and clothes sopping with blood. He walked outside as if within a dream, his face very pale and his eyes wide open, watching the spectacle while being filled with terror.


    He stood in front of his house’s door, his eyes turning wider open after seeing what’s happening in front. He saw clearly how his neighbors seemed like a pack of wild wolves, attacking and hitting the three burglars, the killer of his parents. He heard how those thieves cried out in pain, powerless, crying out desperately for forgiveness. There were also sounds of blunt-hitting when hands, feet and weapons hit their body. The trio had fallen, but they were still battered, hacked and whacked as the blood splattered everywhere. In the end, the thieves’ bodies jotted uncontrollably, and incoherent weird sounds came out from their throats.


    But those people who are still furious and blood-thirsty - who had an unquestionable belief that what they were doing was right and just - kept on pounding on the three unfortunate human until their body was crushed and their bones broken! After everyone felt satisfied, and even felt a bit of trepidation seeing their ‘work’, they finally stopped their massacre towards those three dead bodies and entered the Gua family’s house. But Shen Long wasn’t there!


    That child who had just received a shock right to his very heart which was torn asunder and filled with wounds after seeing his parents hacked and killed, and when he saw those three murderers surrounded and tortured, his soul felt more oppressed, and the wounds on his heart  accumulated to the point that he can’t hold it anymore. He saw those people’s faces and he felt like he saw the faces of demons: eyes lightened by hate and disgust, filled with blood-thirstiness, and wide open mouths offering full view of their fangs/ sharp teethes, ready to bite and drink the opposition’s blood.


    He was scared, and he felt like he was in the middle of a pack of demons. And so while still crying incoherently,  Shen Long ran away from that place, leaving his house, leaving the Kun-Leng city, and straight through towards the mountainous region that from afar, seemed like an entity that were lying down; a powerful god, that will protect him out of those demons’ reach!

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