That demon was a ferocious looking thing. Encircled by black smoke, it had a pair of black wings growing out of its back. A large figure, the sharp horn at the top of its head almost broke through the ceiling.
But its body didn’t even form completely yet, Wen Xuan’s sword was already slicing across it.
Feeling the pain, the demon roared nonstop. It extended its huge palm to smack at Wen Xuan.
Wen Xuan didn’t dodge or move out of the way. Using offense as defense, the flying sword danced into a whirlwind and dispersed that huge palm, making the demon emit waves of demonic smoke.
“Who–” The demon was extremely surprised and reflexively took a step back while inquiring.
Before when Wen Xuan destroyed the wooden sculpture, it clearly felt this cultivator’s strength was still pretty far from yuan gathering. That’s why it transported through. Yet Wen Xuan sent two more attacks over, the cultivation level of each of these moves was even higher than before.
Wen Xuan heard its inquiry and only replied with a cold laugh, not bothering to spare words. The sword in his hands maintained its offense, not giving any time for respite.
Because of this unexpected twist, the demon’s strength abruptly decreased to 70% and in a flash, it felt somewhat unable to fight back.
“Which sect–” It can only evade in panic while making conjectures to itself. Halfway, it suddenly saw Jian Yi standing behind Wen Xuan’s back and instantly recognized him. It felt another astonishing shock internally.
The demonic energy that Zhao Feiyu placed on Jian Yi before for concealment dissipated cleanly for a long time already. Evidently, this was a righteous cultivator from some mystical sect. While the demon was startled by this fact, Wen Xuan swung his sword over again, already utilizing the full force of a yuan gathering state. He easily destroyed half of the black wings behind the demon’s back.
In this kind of situation, the demon instantly thought he fell for some trap. It lost its will to fight back and used the remaining wing to wrap itself up tightly, planning to make a break for the door and escape.
The wooden sculpture in this room was already destroyed and the demonic energy within already dissipated. However, there were plenty of these similar sculptures in Jiufeng city. As long as it can find one, it can easily escape and survive. As for the injustice it experienced here, it can always repay the favor after it recovered its strength.
Jian Yi figured out its plans. How could he let it prevail?
Just as the demon was about to charge out of the door, Jian Yi put the infant in his arms down on the floor, jumped on his flying sword and firmly blocked the exit.
The demon slammed right into Jian Yi’s flying sword, its figure halted.
Attacked by this yuan gathering strength, Jian Yi’s eyes spun like he was seeing stars as his spiritual energy fluctuated sporadically. Tasting metal in his throat, Jian Yi instantly spat out a mouthful of blood.
By this time, Wen Xuan’s sword caught up. The divine sword precursor carried all of the forcibly peaked spiritual energy from Wen Xuan’s body, and ruthlessly landed on the demon’s body, striking like thunder and lightning.
The demon let out one last shout, extremely dreadful, so loud that it shook people’s ears numb.
“Was it successful?” With fresh blood in his mouth, Jian Yi asked anxiously.
As soon as he finished saying this, the demon shattered layer by layer, from head to toe. The broken pieces transformed into black colored demonic smoke one by one and then dissipated into the air.
The wooden sculpture that was cut in half a while ago also made a sound at the same time, turning into dust.
Similar to the wooden sculpture in this room, the other sculptures in houses of the families of Jiufeng city all suddenly made a huge sound. Many people were startled awake from their dreams. When they opened their eyes, they saw the wooden sculpture of the Deity of Fortune in their houses already in pieces. Instantly, they felt panic-stricken.
“Success.” Jian Yi let out a breath of relief and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. This was really the first time he saw Wen Xuan acting so recklessly. He practically lost half of his life in fear.
Good thing it was successful in the end. Success was good.
Jian Yi stabilized the chaotic spiritual energy in his body and recovered slightly from his injury.
“Shixiong! How could you be so……” Then he turned his head and started to complain. The view before his eyes almost scared him to death.
Wen Xuan lost his strength to stand already and was leaning completely against the wall. His entire body looked bloodless and pale. Only the corner of his mouth had blood seeping unceasingly, painting his lips vibrantly crimson. With a ghastly white face, he was an extremely shocking sight.
What was even more terrifying was his spiritual energy. It dropped from that forcibly increased state downward, little by little, even going below his original strength. It was already wavering on the edge of foundation building, and if careless, it might even fall back into qi refining.
“Shixiong!” Jian Yi hastily rushed to Wen Xuan’s side.
Wen Xuan looked at him, opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something. But as soon as those lips opened, the blood poured from his throat like an open faucet, flowing outward.
Jian Yi quickly grabbed Wen Xuan’s wrist and probed him with his own spiritual energy, smoothing out the rebellious spiritual energy inside Wen Xuan’s body. Slowly, Jian Yi’s forehead and nose were covered in sweat, all over his face.
Wen Xuan’s gaze rested on his face. He didn’t say anything, only looked at him quietly like this.
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After a long time, the chaotic spiritual energy in Wen Xuan’s body calmed down slightly. Jian Yi didn’t know how much help he provided. After all, the negative effects of that skill normally would have recovered with the passage of time anyways.
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Wen Xuan couldn’t help but smile: “So you’d also complain about other people being reckless.”
Jian Yi was instantly rendered speechless. That’s right. The number of times he was reckless before was really too numerous to count. Now he was finally experiencing what Wen Xuan felt before.
Yet Wen Xuan only smiled for a short time. That smile soon dissipated. He pressed his lips together and withdrew his gaze from Jian Yi’s face, saying coolly: “Jian shidi, if you weren’t here today, that demon would have probably escaped. Many thanks.”
This thanks was spoken rather strangely. After all, the person that had animosity with that demon was Jian Yi. Wen Xuan was reckless today, but ultimately, he was helping Jian Yi get his revenge. There was no reason for him to be the one to thank Jian Yi.
Unless, in Wen Xuan’s heart, the reason he exterminated that demon for the sake of the original, and it had nothing to do with the Jian Yi before him.
Jian Yi became aware of this point. His complexion instantly became unsightly. He wanted to explain something, but didn’t know how to explain it at all.
Wen Xuan wiped away the bloodstain from his mouth, and forced himself to stand up. His body just left the wall when he abruptly staggered forward, clearly unable to stand upright.
Jian Yi quickly went to support Wen Xuan’s shoulders.
However, Wen Xuan pushed him aside.
Jian Yi took a step back to steady himself. Looking at his empty hands, he didn’t know what to do.
“Jian shidi.” Wen Xuan propped himself up with his sword: “Jian shidi…… can you tell me honestly, should I still call you Jian shidi?”
Jian Yi lifted his head and met Wen Xuan’s gaze, face full of panic: “Shixiong, what do you mean?”
“That’s what I should ask you.” Wen Xuan forced himself to take a step forward, standing in front of Jian Yi: “Who exactly are you? Why are you……”
His question didn’t finish completely when the wailing of an infant interrupted him.
That child that was placed on the floor by Jian Yi before, perhaps felt the floor was too cold, and started to make a fuzz.
Wen Xuan turned, wanting to walk over.
However, Jian Yi rushed over before him and picked up the child from the ground, holding him in his arms again.
But…… when Wen Xuan gave him the child before, he just randomly stuffed him at Jian Yi. This time, he finally saw Jian Yi’s child holding technique clearly and felt it was truly an appalling sight.
The child was completely tilted in Jian Yi’s arms. His head was even facing down as he’s practically sliding out of the swaddling clothes. Naturally, he cried and screamed even more. Jian Yi was still a face full of bewilderment, not knowing how to soothe this little ancestor.
“You……” Wen Xuan couldn’t resist saying: “shouldn’t hold him like that.”
Jian Yi finally realized and became flustered, flipping the child back and forth in all sorts of positions. In the end, the child only wailed louder.
Wen Xuan shifted his gaze, unable to watch any longer.
Attempting until his arms started aching, Jian Yi was pretty much panicking internally. He wanted to bounce the child like he saw once before in his life, but accidentally used too much strength. Instantly the child fell out of his hands and was about to drop to the floor.
Wen Xuan was about to send spiritual energy to catch, but Jian Yi managed to do the same thing first.
Then Jian Yi probably felt spiritual energy was easier to use than hands, so he just left the child resting in the spiritual energy. He even controlled the spiritual energy to lightly rock back and forth, like a cradle, doing his best to coax the child to sleep.
While doing this series of things, Jian Yi bit his lips tightly.
As the child continued to cry nonstop, his own eyes gradually turned red. Of course, his cheeks flushed red as well, as if he was experiencing some outrageous injustice. After a while, the spiritual cradle was actually effective. The child’s crying lessened. The redness in Jian Yi’s cheeks retreated. Only the corner of his eyes still carried a hint of redness.
Oh. He was still feeling wronged.
This grievance was one part due to frustration over being unable to complete this little task, but even more so because of Wen Xuan’s rejection and inquiry from before. Wen Xuan could tell. Of course he could tell. After all, they’ve known each other and spent days and nights together for quite some time. Wen Xuan knew exactly what each of Jian Yi’s expressions meant.
Wen Xuan silently walked to Jian Yi’s side. Extending a hand, he let it linger above Jian Yi’s shoulder momentarily. Yet in the end, he hesitantly squeezed it into a fist again and lowered it back down to his side.
The heavy rain continued to pour outside, occasionally carrying the sound of thunder.
That child finally fell asleep. Jian Yi wiped away the sweat off his forehead. He found a soft cushion and was just about to place the child onto it, when he suddenly perked up his ears. He discovered plenty of people appearing nearby.
It was those citizens of Jiufeng City who discovered the broken remains of their Deity of Fortune. In their panic, they gathered and decided to come over to ask Qin niangzi.
“Shixiong.” Jian Yi said swiftly: “Let’s leave quickly.”
“Why do we have to go?” Wen Xuan questioned in return.
Jian Yi froze.
“Some truths should be exposed. Some people shouldn’t have to carry infamy that doesn’t belong to them.” Wen Xuan finished speaking, held his sword, and walked to the entrance, waiting for the approaching crowd.
Jian Yi couldn’t do anything so only picked up that child again and followed behind Wen Xuan.
This carry took several attempts again before he managed to hold the child properly. By the time Jian Yi went out, the people from Jiufeng City already gathered and encircled Wen Xuan from all directions, each and everyone of them looking bewildered.
“Cultivator sir?” “Why is this cultivator here?” “Where’s Qin niangzi?” “Wait, do you guys smell blood?”
Wen Xuan calmly swept his gaze across everyone’s faces: “Qin niangzi and her husband allied with a demonic cultivator, murdered her own younger brother’s entire family, and spread a strange illness throughout Jiufeng city. Before you guys came, these two people were already executed.”
“What?”
This truth was really too shocking. The crowd was completely stunned. Before they were able to respond, Jian Yi came out of the house and stood behind Wen Xuan.
As soon as Jian Yi appeared, many people recognized him. Instantly the crowd jolted.
After all, the concept of Jian Yi being a calamity was already imprinted deeply into these people’s minds. With only Wen Xuan’s words, it was not enough to make them really believe everything was Qin niangzi’s fault.
Wen Xuan didn’t waste his breath with them. He directly took out a voice recording talisman. This voice recording talisman was similar to the image recording talisman, but it couldn’t capture images, only voices.
Inside the recording was Qin niangzi admitting to the crimes herself. All of this transmitted into the ears of all of these people clearly.
When Wen Xuan was hidden behind the door before, he recorded the conversation in the room. Starting from when Qin niangzi explained why she had murdered her own brother to what she did to her nephew Jian Yi, what kind of scheme she concocted, all the way to when Wen Xuan appeared and the answers she gave to his questions. Everything was clear and distinct, definite and without doubt.
“The Deity of Fortune is a demon, did you know that?”
“I did…… I knew it.”
After these two sentences, the voice recording talisman’s magic was used up and it disappeared.
Although the crowd heard everything clearly, they didn’t give any response for quite a while, obviously having trouble digesting.
A moment later, some people finally responded and started whispering noisily.
“Is this true? So it was all Qin niangzi……”
“I was just saying! All that talk about a calamity star sounded like complete nonsense. Yet there were a bunch of people who believed it. How extremely ridiculous!”
“No, this definitely can’t be true. Qin niangzi was such a good person, how could she do such a thing?”
“That’s right. It’s just some voices. Who can prove it’s not fake? Even if it’s real, maybe Qin niangzi was forced to say it!”
“Give it up. That woman clearly wasn’t a good person. Hilarious you guys believed her for this long and are still coming up with all of these pompous reasons. And it’s only because you guys think that woman’s pretty, that’s all.”
“Then what’s going on with that calamity star? Didn’t he die?”
Wen Xuan heard this quiet discussion, but completely ignored it and headed out with Jian Yi. These two were foundation building cultivators after all. No matter what the crowd thought, no one dared to stop them.
The heavy rain continued to fall. Jian Yi used magic to protect the infant in his arms as he followed closely behind.
Wen Xuan, however, didn’t bother with the rain and let himself be drenched, looking like he was just taking a casual stroll. Walking far away and leaving behind the figures of the crowd, he entered an inn, paid with spiritual stones, and asked for two rooms.
Pushing open one of the rooms, he walked in and said at the same time: “Just put the child in here.”
Jian Yi nodded and followed him in. Pulling out a soft cushion, he placed it on the table and put the child on it.
Done with this task, he lifted his head and gave Wen Xuan an extremely pitiful look. But Wen Xuan’s expression was very composed. Without a word, Wen Xuan met that gaze straight on. Jian Yi couldn’t help but look away again. Helplessly pushing open the door, he planned to head to the room next door.
However, at this time, Wen Xuan abruptly grabbed his wrist.
Jian Yi jumped internally. Turning his head back, he met Wen Xuan’s eyes. His heart began to jump even more ferociously, not knowing if it’s nerves or anticipation.
In comparison, Wen Xuan’s mood was extremely well hidden, not easily discernible. But the strength that he was using to hold Jian Yi’s wrist was very heavy.
Rainwater rolled down his wet clothes and hair, dripping onto the floor.
“Jian shidi,” Wen Xuan said: “When do you plan to answer my question?”
“Do I have to answer it?” Jian Yi took a deep breath: “No matter who I am, the person you became familiar with, hasn’t it been me all along?”
“That’s right.” Wen Xuan nodded: “I also had this thought just now.”
“Then just……”
“But,” Wen Xuan said: “I still don’t know who you are.”
“Why do you have to know? Is this question very important?:” Jian Yi’s face color was pale. His teeth clattered: “Shixiong, no matter who I am, I will still stand by your side. I will still help you, help you always. That’s right. No matter what, our relationship wouldn’t change. Shixiong, I to you…… ”
Jian Yi was practically about to confess, but right at this moment, Wen Xuan let go of his hand.
The unspoken words were cut off just like this, stuck in Jian Yi’s throat, bringing him anxiety.
“What rights do you have?” Wen Xuan said: “You aren’t even willing to tell me who you are. Why should I believe your words?”
“Shixiong,” Jian Yi’s heart turned cold: “Are you doubting me again?”
Hearing these words, Wen Xuan’s expression changed subtly, carrying a slight mocking smile: “What do you think?”
Jian Yi took a step back, his face grey in defeat.
He squeezed his trembling fists tightly: “Shixiong, don’t be like this. I’ll talk, I’ll say everything. Actually I……”
“Even if you are willing to say your identity right now,” Wen Xuan interrupted him: “You’ve already lied to me for so long. And you seem so reluctant and hesitant. How do I know if what you’re saying right now is actually true?”
Jian Yi lifted his head in shock, meeting Wen Xuan’s eyes. At this moment, Jian Yi’s heart completely turned cold. He finally realized what it felt like to ‘fall into a bucket of ice.’
The lightning started again outside the window. It’s flash reflected Wen Xuan’s silhouette onto Jian Yi. Then, Wen Xuan asked those four words again: “What do you think?”
Jian Yi couldn’t answer.
However, Wen Xuan didn’t wait for his answer either.
With the sound of thunder, Wen Xuan reached out and grabbed Jian Yi’s shoulders. Out of the blue, he pulled Jian Yi into his embrace extremely forcefully.
“Jian shidi, tell me. Please tell me.” He seemed like he was asking Jian Yi, but also sounded like he was talking to himself: “Should I still trust you?”
Suddenly feeling wet clothes pressed against him, Jian Yi shivered from the cold. However, this coldness quickly receded as Wen Xuan’s body temperature seeped through the wet clothes, warm and comfortable. What also came through was the slight trembling of Wen Xuan’s body.
Wen Xuan was a very suspicious person, always has been.
However, at the same time, Wen Xuan was a person who trusted his gut instinct, no matter how suspicious someone was. At least, that’s how he was prior— prior to being betrayed by the person he trusted for the first time.
Therefore, should he continue to believe? Even if he might be hurt one more time, should he stubbornly trust in what he wanted to believe in?
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