The cold and rainy sky was filled with thick, inky clouds high above them, slowly churning, as if they were opening a door into the unknown.
The expressions on the faces of the people who managed to escape from the secret realm were quite ugly, especially when they looked at Song Jingyi who was being carried by Lin Shidi. Blue veins twitched on their foreheads and they could barely contain their desire to kill him right away.
Chu Yu quietly glanced at the othersâ faces, and his heart was filled with a dark pleasure.
He could guess how complicated they all felt right now.
They had been forced to return without having achieved anything. One person had crippled himself. In the end, they were almost killed by a fellow disciple of the same sect. Most of all those people who followed closely behind Song Jingyi everyday had nothing to say. When they had been rescued by Xie Xi, the expressions on their faces were wonderful to behold.
This mission had gone really smoothly. Song Jingyiâs spirit veins had been crippled but Song Yuanzhuo wouldnât even be able to say anything. After all, they had all these people as witnesses. No one who had been almost killed by Song Jingyi would dare to make unfounded accusations against Chu Yu to help Song Jingyi now.
After they returned, anyone would be able to tell at a glance whether it was Song Jingyi and Song Yuanzhuo or Chu Yu and Xie Xi who had fallen upon unlucky times.
However, Chu Yu simply wanted to let Song Jingyi cripple himself and become useless trash, not to create a demon. Song Yuanzhuo is up to something suspicious1Â but he probably wouldnât do anything in secret. In the end, regarding what Song Jingyi will do, it could only depend on other people.
âShixiongâŠâ Xie Xiâs soft voice came from behind him. Chu Yu turned around to look at him. Chu Yu hadnât noticed when Xie Xi had managed to place himself behind Chu Yu again.
Without waiting for Xie Xi to come up with an excuse, Chu Yu smiled and said: âAre you tired? Or is your spiritual energy exhausted? Shixiong will take you with him. You can lean on me but donât let your hands wander.â
After a pause, Chu Yu added, âYou canât let your mouth wander either.â
Xie Xi smirked then reached out to embrace Chu Yuâs waist, breathing in deeply to savor the fragrance of his body.
It was early morning when they had set out and it was already nighttime when they returned to Qing Tu. The dayâs battles had already ended a while ago. The demonic and the righteous cultivators had a tacit understanding that at the end of each day they would put aside their weapons and return to their respective camps to rest and wait for the beginning of the next battle.
Of course, this doesnât mean that the night was guaranteed to be peaceful at all. On the contrary, it was very likely to be the prime time to carry out a sneak attack.
Chu Yu spoke a few more words to the Chu family disciples as he told them to go return to camp by themselves since the day was almost over. If he were to return to the Chu family camp to rest, he would only be roused from his sleep by Xie Xi at midnight. Therefore, it would be better for him to stay at the Tian Yuan Sect.
The remaining senior disciples from the other peaks talked it over for a while then suddenly looked at Chu Yu. After a lot of shilly-shallying, they said: âChu Shixiong, concerning Master Song⊠this matter regarding Song Jingyi, youâŠâ
Chu Yu knew that this group of people wanted him to go with them to settle the matter so he coldly interrupted: âYou should solve the problem by yourselves, I will not interfere..â
He had merely thrown out some bait in front of Song Jingyi. Song Jingyi was the one who took the bait and sought his own death through his actions. Chu Yu had achieved what he set out to do and didnât intend to intervene again. Besides, everyone knows that Chu Yu has a grudge against Song Jingyi. At a time like this, itâs bad form to kick a man when heâs down.
However,⊠it would be nice to go with them and take a look at the exciting scene that was sure to follow.
The elders of the Tian Yuan Sect were sitting at the lobby. Even Song Yuanzhuo, who was said to be seriously injured and hardly able to get out of bed, had come out. Lin Shidi walked in front of the others, carrying the half-dead, unmoving Song Jingyi into the lobby. He threw Song Jingyi down on the floor then walked around behind his teacher, bending over as he whispered something to him.
The other disciples followed his lead.
Song Yuanzhuo had been leisurely having a cup of tea. As soon as he saw Song Jingyi, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, the hot tea squirted out of his mouth. He then quickly got up, lifted Song Jingyi, and put his hand on his wrist while holding his disciple in his arms. The expression on Song Yuanzhuoâs face immediately changed into something too horrible to look at.
Chu Yu secretly exclaimed in admiration: Full marks for this facial expression!
He and Xie Xi silently watched Song Jingyi before walking behind Lu Qingan. Lu Qingan, with his normal look of indifference on his face, looked over at Chu Yu. Though Lu Qingan didnât ask out loud, Chu Yu knew what he wanted to know. After thinking about it for a moment, Chu Yu whispered, âShidi was hit by a Heavenly Thunder Egg.â
Lu Qinganâs eyebrows knit together and he when he looked at Song Jingyi, his eyes flashed with faint killing intent.
Song Yuanzhuo, held Song Jingyi. In his grief, tears overflowed from his eyes. He pounded his hand on a table for a long time, the wind from his palm strikes also carried a killing intent. Angrily he said: âWho did this?!â
The other elders had already listened to their own discipleâs explanation. They all looked at each other then at the one who had lost his head disciple. When they heard Song Yuanzhuo speak, they sneered and kept silent, indifferent.
When there was no response, Song Yuanzhuoâs face grew darker and he looked behind Lu Qingan: âXie Xi, you were the team leader. Why is Yi-er like this?â
The expression on Lu Qinganâs face was cold: âIf Song Shixiong wants to know, listen to your elders.â
Then he rose and left with Chu Yu and Xie Xi following close behind him.
Shizun had no great desire to watch the lively scene that was sure to follow. Neither did Chu Yu want to stop his Shizun from leaving. Chu Yu just looked at Lin Shidi silently, hoping that this junior would properly add fuel to the fire and make Song Jingyiâs fate even worse. It would be best if he could paint the scene in such a way to get Song Yuanzhuo into trouble and drag him down from the position of sect master.
Lu Qingan was somewhat more energetic than normal. Sweeping his sleeves, he ushered Chu Yu and his second disciple into the small courtyard.
Third Shidi was squatting down scratching out circles on the ground in his boredom. When he saw the three people who had come back, he hurriedly spat out the thing he had been chewing, a bit of grass of unknown origin. He threw away the twig in his hand and jumped up happily: âDa Shixiong, Second Shixiong, youâre backâŠâ
He hadnât finished speaking yet when his voice was frozen by the cold look in Xie Xiâs eyes.
Third Shidi was killed in action.2
All day long he had to face the (truly) noble, cool, elegant, and magnificent Shizun, along with the (pretending to be) noble, cool, elegant, and magnificent Da Shixiong. Not to mention, behind Da Shixiongâs back was the noble, cool, elegant, and magnificent Second Shixiong. Third Shidi felt that today was still a very exhausting dayâŠ
Now that they were back in the courtyard, Lu Qingan was no longer such a hurry. He calmly turned around, stared at Xie Xi and opened his thin lips: âTake off your clothes.â
Chu Yu: ââŠâ
Chu Yu: ââŠ???â
Shizun, you were in such a hurry to come back because you wanted to make Xie Xi take off his clothes?
Xie Xi pursed his lips. His face had paled a little, perhaps because he felt intimidated by Lu Qingan: â⊠Shizun, Iâm fine.â
Lu Qingan was concise and direct in his speech: âTake it off.â
Xie Xi had no alternative but to yield: âMaster, will you permit Da Shixiong and Third to withdraw?â
Lu Qingan said in a respectful tone of voice: âXi-er, not wanting people to worry about you is a good thing, but if all the people unexpectedly are already worried your good intentions will just go to waste.â He seemed to think of something and closed his eyes, âNot asking for something in return is not necessarily good.â
Chu Yu was mystified by these words.3Â Xie Xi nodded thoughtfully then glanced at Third Shidi: âLeave.â
Third Shidi had already realized4Â that he was going to be kicked out and obediently left the room.
Xie Xi glanced at Chu Yu then took off his robe.
He had replaced his robe on their way back but the lining was still a little shabby. Chu Yuâs gaze was drawn to Xie Xi as he slowly took off his robe. His complexion was visibly pale.
Chu Yu was facing Xie Xiâs front and couldnât see his backâs condition but when he saw Lu Qinganâs brow wrinkle and the expression on his face become more solemn, Chu Yuâs heartbeat sped up. Swallowing nervously, he prepared himself mentally before quickly walking round behind Xie Xi.
âŠThe flesh was clean and unmarred???
I was only imagining badly mutilated skin???
Shizun, what are you doing?
Chu Yu, silently staring at Xie Xiâs beautiful back and supple waist, said slowly: ââŠShizun?â
Lu Qingan was silent. He raised his hand and patted Xie Xi on the back. Suddenly, blue light flashed behind Xie Xi. Lightning-shaped patterns flowed along his back, flashing a cold, electric light as they slowly following the path the master had traced.
âWhat is this?â Lu Qingan whispered: âWhen a person is hit by the Heavenly Thunder Eggs, his spirit veins will be damaged. This is the sign.â
Chu Yu was shocked: A cultivatorâs spirit veins are the root of his power. If his spirit veins are damaged then the protagonist would have no future!
Lu Qingan continued solemnly: âBut repairing his spirit veins is not impossible. There is an Immortal Spring in the Ming River past Qing Tu, which can mend the damaged spirit veins. Yu-er, you can take Xi Er to the Ming River immediately. Come back when the pattern on his back has disappeared.â
Chu Yu was still badly shaken. He hurriedly nodded his head and blinked his eyes, hoping that Lu Qingan would give him some more hints.
Lu Qingan thought for a moment then nodded his head, saying: âI will help deal with the Chu family, you donât have to worry about it.â
Lu Qingan is a decisive person whose actions are as powerful as thunder and swift as the wind. This guarantee was rock-solid.
If the protagonist is crippled, the novel would be completely ruinedâŠ
Despite his desire to cut down Song Jingyi, Chu Yu resisted the urge to kill. Nodding his agreement, he went to help Xie Xi put his robe back on. He gently stroked the childâs head, distressed.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
Xie Xi had been silently listening to the conversation between the two. The expression on Xie Xiâs face was a bit strange. After a pause, he took Chu Yu in his arms and murmured: âI didnât want Shixiong to fear for me.â
Chu Yu almost burst into tears.
This spoiled child who likes to throw tantrums and act cute and clingy, but really he is like a loyal dog who is good at understanding others. Even if one searched throughout the whole country holding a lantern, one wouldnât be able to find another like this kind of child. To be able to raise such a child is good. As for him being bent, itâs also good.
Thinking of Chu Sheng, Chu Yu decided to leave a letter behind. When he had finished, after thinking about it some more, he solemnly wrote a few more lines saying âI must quickly go on a rescue mission with my Shidi. Big Brother, stay calm, donât overreact and rush to the Ming River.â
Chu Yu then activated Xin Sheng and left with Xie Xi.
Lu Qingan looked at the letter twice, quite calmly. In the cool moonlight, his cold, solemn face grew colder, but then his lips suddenly curved.
Glancing around at the cold and quiet courtyard, his smile gradually faded. His hand unconsciously touched the Bu Heng sword at his waist. He was in a daze when all of a sudden a familiar distinguished voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
âTsk, tsk.5Â I havenât seen you in many years. Yet you still like to scam people?â
Lu Qinganâs face froze.
The voice was still laughing: âEh? It seems like I donât know you yet still inexplicably I feel that youâre an amazing scammer. Looking at your little disciple, he was hoodwinked by you and made to run around in circles.â
Lu Qinganâs fingers that were holding Bu Hengâs hilt turned white and his lips trembled. It took some time before he was able to speak. Trembling, he said: â⊠Shen Nian?â
That dying soul he had been nurturing in his body has finally awakened from its deep sleep.
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Chu Yu flew away from Qing Tu to the Ming River with Xie Xi without resting even once. His eyes almost turned red with fatigue.
Xie Xi felt guilty but was too embarrassed at inconveniencing Chu Yu to say anything. He could only rub against Chu Yu, weakly calling out: âShixiongâŠâ
Chu Yu touched stroked Xie Xiâs head and said in a grave tone of voice: âIs it very painful?â
Xie Xi froze. He was greedy for this gentleness and couldnât bear to let go of it. He hugged Chu Yuâs waist and muttered: âIt hurts.â
For ten years Xie Xi had suffered numerous tortures. Day and night he thought of countless ways to keep Chu Yu by his side, even to the extreme of imprisoning him. Now it was so easy for him to get everything that he wanted that it almost felt unreal.
Itâs so beautiful that it was as though he had entered the illusion in the Mausoleum Ruins again.
Chu Yu thought about it for a moment. Looking down the mountains and rivers under his flying sword, he came to a conclusion and said, âShall we go down and rest?â
Xie Xi nodded quickly.
Along the way from Qing Tu, he had been urging Chu Yu to rest, but Chu Yu was too worried to sleep.
The Ming was south of Qing Tu and ran beside that territory. It was not too big but not too small, either. Chu Yu, carrying Xie Xi, coincidentally landed near a small town. Only a few people lived there now since most of the population had left their homes and retreated behind the front lines of the war.
Chu Yu wandered around town for a long time before he met someone. It was an old man. Probably, because of his age, he hadnât wanted to leave his native soil. Wrapped in thick clothes, the old man was hobbling along.
Chu Yu hurried forward and asked about the Ming Riverâs Immortal Spring.
Squinting, the old man looked them up and down. His voice was hoarse with old age: âMy second little brother told me that the hot spring should be yonder on top of that mountain.â
As Chu Yu looked in the direction he pointed, he saw a mountain in the distance, covered with mist, and wondered how high it was.
âThat mountain is covered with clouds and fog as well as ice and snow all year round. Itâs the storm season right now. If the two of you want to go there, you must be careful. I heard that there was a cultivator who went up there but he was swept away by a storm and died. Ah, a cultivator was smashed to pieces, you two must be carefulâŠâ
Chu Yu smiled and thanked him then took Xie Xi with him as they walked away from the town.
Xie Xi blinked and looked at the Chu Yuâs white and handsome profile. Suddenly, his heart felt a little restless. He went over to Chu Yu and acted spoiled: âShixiong, Iâm hungry.â
Chu Yu cast a sidelong glance at him.
Xie Xi licked his lips. The tip of his tongue was bright red and he licked his red lips enticingly: âI want to eat fishâŠâ
Chu Yu paused for a moment then smiled: âAlright.â
Xie Xiâs eyes lit up. He was about to make his move when Chu Yu stepped in front of a river and looked inside. Chu Yu muttered something then swung his long sleeves.
There were a few explosions and several fish from the river hung suspended in the air above it.
â⊠Shixiong, what are you thinking of doing?â Xie Xi suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
Chu Yu slowly took out a fire talisman and calmly said: âEating fish.â