The day of departure arrived, but Lin Liaoting never showed up.
Jian Xiuyun had a bad feeling about this situation. The relationship between them had never gotten so awkward for such a long time.
But he couldn’t find him, and could only make it up to him after he came back.
The Immortal Sword Conference was held in Mount Zhouluo, a territory of Hengyue Sect.
Some time ago, the old leader of Hengyue Sect disappeared. The new leader had to take over and make preparations for the Immortal Sword Conference.
Naturally, it was expected that they would be unsustainable, but no one expected that the new leader was vigorous and resolute, and actually managed it well. The Immortal Sword Conference was held as scheduled.
Song Qingru had packed Jian Xiuyun’s things for him the day before and put them into his Qiankun pouch, so he was well prepared.
Then he waited for Kan Wenxiao at the gate.
Jian Xiuyun had woken up early and was low on sleep. After a while, he felt drowsy, but he was standing at the gates at the moment. Most of the disciples who passed by him recognized him, and he couldn’t be too casual.
Just as he was yawning, Kan Wenxiao’s voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Jian Xiuyun turned around and saw him standing behind him, clad in black.
His face was partially covered with a silver mask, hiding away the marks.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned.
He never realized when Kan Wenxiao had grown as tall as him, with a straight and slender figure. The black robes suppressed his youthful aura, making him appear more solemn.
The red burn marks on his face were always too hard to ignore, so Jian Xiuyun had never paid much attention to his appearance.
Right now, with the scars concealed by the mask, Jian Xiuyun suddenly realized something astonishing.
The right half of Kan Wenxiao’s face actually looked very handsome.
He had sharp eyebrows with starry eyes, followed by a straight nose. Although his lips were pale and light in color, the peaks were sharp and pretty.
If he hadn’t faced that disaster, maybe…
“Shizun?” Kan Wenxiao’s voice brought him back to reality.
Jian Xiuyun came to his senses and realized that he had actually spaced out in front of Kan Wenxiao.
“Ahem, let’s go.” Jian Xiuyun coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, then turned around and unsheathed Qinghan Sword.
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The journey was long, and he still hadn’t completely recovered. He was obviously not fit for using his sword, but riding a horse or a carriage was even worse.
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He still remembered that he had used Kan Wenxiao’s golden core in his previous life and refined it with his body, and it didn’t take long for him to successfully pass the tribulation again and advance to the next stage. He never experienced the lack of spiritual power again, and there were very few people in the world who could rival him.
But in this life, he first failed to overcome the tribulation, and then his golden core was shattered. Now he could barely control a sword. Was this the ending for the villain if he didn’t follow the plot? But in his last life, he had honestly followed the plot, and his ending wasn’t any better!
Jian Xiuyun wanted to vomit blood.
Why wasn’t he the protagonist?
The feeling of the lack of spiritual power became stronger and stronger. Jian Xiuyun clenched his hands and tried to mobilize his spiritual energy. He gritted his teeth and held on, his chest feeling faintly painful.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to have noticed and called him several times, but Jian Xiuyun ignored it.
At this moment, a white stork suddenly flew over from the right side. Jian Xiuyun hurriedly dodged it. His spiritual power was disrupted, and Qinghan Sword began to shake.
Just as Jian Xiuyun was about to stabilize it and adjust, his sword suddenly became heavier. Kan Wenxiao had put away his own sword at some point and jumped over.
The sword blade was narrow, and the two were inevitably close to each other. Kan Wenxiao put one hand on his back and held him with the other, transmitting soothing spiritual power smoothly.
In this posture, he seemed to be held in Kan Wenxiao’s arms. Jian Xiuyun stiffened.
Then he felt embarrassed.
Who would have thought that one day he would be reduced to the point of having to ask his disciple to provide spiritual power.
“That’s enough.” Jian Xiuyun said through gritted teeth.
Kan Wenxiao replied “yes” but the transfer did not stop at all.
Jian Xiuyun felt that he had lost all his face in this life.
Traitor!
Anger bubbled in his chest, and he directed Qinghan Sword to land.
When they landed, Jian Xiuyun realized that this was a town he didn’t recognize. Jian Xiuyun didn’t think twice about it, though, and just found an inn and walked in.
“Shizun, are you hungry?” Kan Wenxiao asked.
Jian Xiuyun clenched his teeth again. He was in the late Nascent Soul stage. He had long lost the need to eat. The only reason he had started eating was his injury.
But it was recovered now, and yet Kan Wenxiao was asking him such.
“Sir, are you passing by or would you like to stay?” The waiter asked enthusiastically.
“Stay, one room.” Jian Xiuyun answered coldly.
“Okay, follow me.” The waiter said, taking them to the second floor.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t expect Jian Xiuyun to ask for only one room, and he trailed behind him with some surprise.
Shizun, what does this mean?
Didn’t you bring enough money, or would it be better for two people to stay together to take care of each other?
Before he had the chance to figure it out, he saw Jian Xiuyun striding in and slamming the door shut.
If he hadn’t stopped in time, the door would have directly hit him in the face.
The waiter on the side looked at him blankly and asked, “Master…?”
Kan Wenxiao lowered his head and smiled helplessly, then turned to the waiter and said, “I’ll get another room, the one next door.”
“Okay.” The waiter quickly replied.
As soon as he entered the room, Jian Xiuyun began to meditate. His injury had damaged his foundation, and he had not practiced much as a result.
This was what led to today’s humiliating incident.
Therefore, he must learn from his mistakes, and practice well.
Once one enters the state of meditation, they won’t have any sense of the outside world, and hours would pass by without noticing.
When Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes again, the sun had already descended, and darkness had overtaken the sky.
There were no candles burning in the room, and it was completely devoid of light.
Jian Xiuyun slowly exhaled a breath of air, feeling quite refreshed and full of energy. It would be easy for him to fly on his sword for another twenty-four hours.
Just as he was about to get up and stretch, he heard a knock on the door.
“Shizun, are you asleep?”
Jian Xiuyun looked at the sky outside. It was almost the hour of dragon, and everyone was still resting. What was he doing here?
Although he didn’t want to see Kan Wenxiao right now, his mood had improved after all, and he was his master, so there was no need to hold grudges.
Jian Xiuyun prepared himself mentally, then stood up and asked coldly, “Is something up?”
“Yes.” Kan Wenxiao replied.
Jian Xiuyun opened the door slightly, his tone light, “Say it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a fragrant aroma assaulted his nose.
Jian Xiuyun lowered his head and with the dim light from the candlelight in the corridor, saw what Kan Wenxiao was holding.
It was a bowl of noodles.
The noodles were thin, lying neatly in the bowl, covered with a layer of soup. Bright red chili peppers floated in the soup, along with a tender, yellow poached egg.
“I noticed that Shizun hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I got some noodles.” Kan Wenxiao pushed the noodles in front of him.
Jian Xiuyun’s throat bobbed unconsciously, and he looked away with difficulty, “I have already reached the fasting stage.”
“Shizun hurt his vitality before. He needs to eat to make up for it.”
Jian Xiuyun was silent after hearing this.
Kan Wenxiao stared at his hesitant expression and asked tentatively, “Then, shall I bring it in for Shizun?”
Jian Xiuyun snorted lightly, opened the door, and let him in.
The author has something to say:
Jian Xiuyun: “I am in the late Nascent Soul stage and a fasting person. I will not eat your food even if I die.”
Later
Jian Xiuyun: “It smells so good!”
Lol, Kan Wenxiao understands that the quickest way to Jian Xiuyun’s heart is through his stomach.
Thank you for the chapter (´,,•ω•,,)♡
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Pffttt…. Shizun can’t say no to food 😂
aa, so I was right!! wearing a mask fixes all the problems BWHDBE
Thank you for the chapter!