The large scar on Kan Wenxiao’s face had left quite an impression on Elder An, and after thinking for a moment, he recalled it.
But he wasn’t familiar with him after all, so he only replied dryly, “Not bad.” And walked out.
Jian Xiuyun was left alone in the room.
Jian Xiuyun sat sideways on the soft couch, poking at the Snow Banyan Flower with his fingers.
The room had descended into silence, a little too quiet, and his thoughts gradually dispersed.
Usually, only the best disciples competed in the Immortal Sword Conference. After all, they were called exchanging pointers on the surface, but were actually internal competitions.
But he had never taken Kan Wenxiao with him in his previous life. He had always taken either Lin Liaoting or Song Qingru.
He still remembered that when he was supposed to choose a disciple to take with him for the first time, Kan Wenxiao hadn’t said anything. He only lowered his head, and after a while, looked up at him quietly with bright, shining eyes.
How could he not understand the expectation and desire in his eyes?
But he deliberately pretended not to notice, and even had a hint of malice as he said, “Liaoting, you go with Shizun this time. Next time, Song Qingru will accompany me, don’t make Shizun lose face.”
Song Qingru frowned and said, “Shizun, that little…”
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Lin Liaoting, who stood as proud as a peacock. He threw a disdainful glance at Kan Wenxiao, and replied loudly with his chin held high, “Shizun, you don’t have to worry. There are no scars on my face that will embarrass you.”
“Okay.” Jian Xiuyun stood up with a smile and patted Lin Liaoting’s shoulder.
When he turned around again, his face had turned cold, “When I’m not here, you must guard Shizun’s gate and not laze around.”
He said to Kan Wenxiao.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t raise his head, only replying after a long while, “Yes.”
In fact, he had long forgotten such an insignificant incident.
But later, Kan Wenxiao had imprisoned him for a long period of time.
During those dragging, long and desperate days, he could only survive by chewing the memories in his mind.
And then, all those trivial incidents were dug out in his memory, and he kept recollecting one after the other.
Later, whenever it got too much, he sometimes dazedly wondered as to whether he had done anything wrong in the first place.
Although it no longer made any sense.
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“Can you…please stop poking? It hurts!”
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Wait, the voice had just said, “Stop poking.”
Jian Xiuyun lowered his head in surprise, looking at the Snow Banyan in his hand. He asked, “Was it you who just spoke?”
The flower twisted, as if hesitating, before finally nodding.
Jian Xiuyun swallowed. He knew that some spiritual beings and substances might gain consciousness over a long period of time, and could even take on human form.
But those were usually high-quality.
Although the Snow Banyan Flower is rare, it is still not up to the threshold of being the best. How could it gain consciousness?
Jian Xiuyun was intrigued, raising his hand and caressing its petals as he asked, “Why are you able to talk?”
The Snow Banyan’s voice sounded like that of a five or six-year-old girl, and it felt very wronged. “I don’t know either,”
“Then can you transform into a human?”
Xue Rongxiang shook its body, “Not yet.”
“Then how long till you can?”
Xue Rongxiang curled in the palm of his hand, seemingly embarrassed, “I don’t know.”
Jian Xiuyun chuckled lightly, and couldn’t help teasing it, “You don’t know anything I ask you. I don’t think it’s suitable to keep you. In order to be useful, I should just use you as medicine.”
Xue Rongxiang seemed to be frightened when it heard this. Two soft, delicate petals grabbed one of his fingers and it said aggrievedly, “Don’t use me as medicine, I’m useful! I’ll try my best to turn into human form, please don’t eat me!”
Jian Xiuyun was afraid of scaring it away, so he reached out to caress its petals again, “Okay, I’ll keep you for now, but how am I supposed to raise you? Should I plant you in the soil?”
“No, I’m easy to take care of. I can be anywhere. I can be placed on your shoulders, in your arms, in your sleeves, anywhere. And I’m very light, so it won’t affect you at all.” Xue Rongxiang carefully said.
Jian Xiuyun nodded, “Okay, then you can stay in my sleeve.”
Upon hearing this, Xue Rongxiang immediately got in obediently.
Soon, another month passed.
With the efforts of Elder An and Yu Shaozhi, Jian Xiuyun’s golden core was finally repaired.
The spiritual energy that had been absent for a long time refilled his body.
Although his golden core had been restored, it definitely couldn’t compare to the power it had before.
And his body was much weaker.
But this result was much better than what Jian Xiuyun had expected. After all, in order to fully recover, the only way was to dig up other’s golden cores, fuse them in your own body, and then completely refine them.
This method was not easy either. After all, it belonged to someone else and it would be difficult to integrate it with your own body.
The only exception was the Fusang Tribe.
But there were very few Fusang tribesmen left in the entire world, and the one closest to him was Kan Wenxiao.
This was also the reason why he took Kan Wenxiao’s golden core in his previous life.
But he was also aware of how tragic the consequences would be.
Therefore, even if he borrowed additional courage from others, he would still not dare do that again.
Now that he had almost recovered back to good health, there was no reason to stay in Qihuang Hall anymore, so he packed up his things early that morning and returned to Wu Yu Hall.
When he entered Wu Yu Hall, Lin Liaoting and Kan Wenxiao were nowhere to be seen. Only Song Qingru was sitting there, reviewing her homework.
Seeing that he was back, Song Qingru stood up in surprise and said, “Shizun, you’re back.”
Jian Xiuyun nodded and asked, “Where is Liaoting?”
A trace of helplessness flashed in Song Qingru’s eyes, and she turned around to glance at the door before saying, “He hasn’t arrived yet.”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t get angry either. He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. “This kid, when I’m not around, he’s such a slacker.”
Song Qingru agreed and sat down too.
Jian Xiuyun had already drunk a pot of tea when he heard a voice drift in from outside the door, “Hey, I’m so tired, go make me a pot of herbal tea.”
“Yes.”
That was obviously the voice of the little attendant.
Lin Liaoting walked in drowsily. When he opened the door, he saw Jian Xiuyun sitting in front of him.
He rubbed his eyes, sobering up before exclaiming, “Shizun!”
Jian Xiuyun pointed at the sky, “What time is it?”
Lin Liaoting seemed as if he hadn’t heard him. He rushed to him, held his arm and said, “Shizun, why didn’t you say anything when you wanted to come back so I could come pick you up with Shijie?”
Jian Xiuyun pushed him away, “Come on, come on, don’t change the subject. What time is it now?”
“Shizun, I also prepared a gift for you, just to celebrate your return. But you didn’t say anything in advance, and I didn’t bring it with me. I will send someone to get it immediately.”
Jian Xiuyun took out his fan and hit him hard on his head, “Why are you spouting so much nonsense? I asked you a question.”
Lin Liaoting covered his head, a little aggrieved, “It’s the hour of snake.”
Jian Xiuyun sneered, “How long have you been attending class this late?”
Lin Liaoting guiltily replied, “Just today.”
“Hm?” Jian Xiuyun obviously didn’t believe him.
Lin Liaoting, “One…one month.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he received several more blows on his head.
Lin Liaoting immediately covered his head and started wailing.
After messing around for a while, Jian Xiuyun got down to business. “By the way, the Immortal Sword Conference is in a few days…”
Before he could finish his words, Lin Liaoting interrupted him, “I know, last year you took Shijie with you, this year it’s my turn. Don’t worry Shizun, I’ve packed everything and can set off at any time.”
Jian Xiuyun coughed awkwardly, averted his eyes, and said slowly, “Shizun does not plan to take you this year, instead…Wenxiao will go.”
Before Lin Liaoting could react, there was a sudden noise door as something crashed to the ground.
Jian Xiuyun looked up and realized Kan Wenxiao had been standing at the door at some point.
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