Jian Xiuyun had trouble sleeping all night.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the darkness in front of him made him feel as if he was back in that dark and gloomy dungeon.
His golden core was dug out, his tendons were severed, and there was not a single intact spot on his body. His whole body was hung by cold iron chains, like a piece of raw meat for people to look at in a shop.
His entire body was in pain all the time.
What was even worse was the psychological fear.
As long as he heard the man’s footsteps, his whole body would tremble uncontrollably.
Jian Xiuyun felt that he was extremely unlucky. He just didn’t like Kan Wenxiao. Why did he have to suffer so miserably?
If there was a next life, he hoped he would never meet Kan Wenxiao again.
In the end, there was indeed a next life, but unfortunately he was still Kan Wenxiao’s master.
“Shizun, how does it feel when the dagger pierces through your flesh? I remember you used this dagger to dig out my golden core…It’s painful, isn’t it?!” Kan Wenxiao said, exerting force on his palm, the dagger penetrating into his lower abdomen, then slicing down.
Pain shot through his body along with a chill, seeping deep into his limbs and bones.
Large volumes of blood poured out from his body.
There was blood all around.
“No…I was wrong!” Jian Xiuyun screamed and sat up on his bed. Big drops of cold sweat dripped down his forehead and fell on the blue quilt, leaving wet patches.
Even though the night had passed, the quilt was still cold.
It stands to reason that with his current level of cultivation, his body temperature would no longer be affected by the external weather, but he still felt waves of coldness seeping into his bone marrow like a gangrene.
Jian Xiuyun clutched the quilt tightly, trying to absorb any sliver of warmth, but all in vain.
At this moment, there were suddenly several knocks on the door.
Before he could answer, the door was pushed open.
Kan Wenxiao’s face came into view.
The person in his nightmare suddenly appeared in front of him. Jian Xiuyun felt his heart skip a beat, and a strong sense of suffocation hit him.
“Don’t come over!” Jian Xiuyun shouted out loud.
He wanted to get up and run far away from him, but his legs were already weak, so he could only support his body with his arms and shrink towards the corner like a bullied little girl.
Kan Wenxiao, who was already walking towards him, halted his steps.
After Kan Wenxiao returned home last night, he folded Jian Xiuyn’s cloak and placed it on the bedside, staring at it for a long time, but still felt that it was unreal.
He never even imagined that his master would care about him one day.
His master obviously always despised him deeply.
Kan Wenxiao lay on his bed, with Jian Xiuyun’s cloak beside his pillow.
Wisps of cool fragrance wafted into his nostrils along with the air.
It had a cold but pleasant smell.
He remembered the last time he smelled such a scent was when he saw Jian Xiuyun for the first time.
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At that time, he was huddled in his mother’s arms.
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It was his mother who had begged with all her remaining strength, and managed to convince Jian Xiuyun to save him.
He held him in his arms, extinguished the fire on his body, then brought him back to the holy land of immortal cultivators.
The entire way, he was buried in Jian Xiuyun’s arms, his nose filled with his scent.
He still remembered how much he admired Jian Xiuyun at first.
But as soon as they arrived, Jian Xiuyun threw him on the ground and asked others to deal with his wounds.
Later, he tried his best to get close to him, but all he got in return was the look of undisguised disgust in the other’s eyes.
It was only then that he learned that Jian Xiuyun valued appearance and only liked good-looking people.
And he clearly wasn’t.
No matter how much love and admiration he held for the other, it would all come to an end after day after day of that disgusted look.
As he got older, Kan Wenxiao no longer exposed his softness in front of Jian Xiuyun, refusing to let him stab him like he did when he was a child.
The wounds of the past had become scarred and shelled, and he had begun to learn to protect himself.
Kan Wenxiao turned sideways and stared at the cloak in front of him.
He couldn’t figure out Jian Xiuyun’s intention. Why was he suddenly tied to the furnace and then released inexplicably? He even put a cloak on him to make sure he wouldn’t catch a cold.
Everything about this night was so absurd.
Kan Wenxiao stretched out his arm and gently brushed his fingertips against the cloak embroidered with dark silver patterns, and then quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.
He closed his eyes again.
I have to get up early tomorrow morning to return the cloak.
As a result, the moment he approached Jian Xiuyun’s bedroom, he heard pained shouts coming from the inside.
For a moment, a sense of worry shrouded him and he knocked on the door, casually pushed it open and walked in.
Then came the usual disgust and repellence.
Kan Wenxiao looked at Jian Xiuyun’s repulsive expression towards him. He did not move forward, but suppressed the look in his eyes, put the cloak on a chair not far away, and said lightly, “Shizun, I came to return the cloak.”
After saying that, he closed the door and left.
The moment the door closed, the corner of Kan Wenxiao’s mouth raised into a wry smile.
Wasn’t he already aware what kind of person Jian Xiuyun was? Why was there still a trace of unrealistic joy in his heart?
Then the look in his eyes turned back cold.
“I forget things easily.” He finished this sentence in a cold voice and strode out.
Jian Xiuyun sat on the bed and calmed himself down for a while before coming back to his senses.
The weight of realization slowly sunk down on him.
He tied Kan Wenxiao up last night and yelled at him this morning. Hey, he was getting further and further away from his goal!
Jian Xiuyun reached out and rubbed his temples, feeling his head hurt.
He kept reminding himself that they were now two different people.
Kan Wenxiao is still only fourteen years old, and has not harmed him yet.
After reassuring himself, Jian Xiuyun got up and started to wash up, preparing for his morning classes.
When passing by Baiwei Hall, Jian Xiuyun hesitated for a moment and then walked in.
Xuyu Peak was a relatively special existence in the world of cultivation. Unlike the traditional cultivation sects that only accept disciples who are capable of building foundations and can practice, it is compatible with hundreds of sects.
There will be an annual selection in a short time. The disciples who join can be children who have the talent to cultivate and become immortals and choose to study under various masters for training.
They can also be children who are talented in mechanisms, mechas, medicine, etc.
After these disciples join, they will be divided into classes and take classes in the teaching hall.
Because they didn’t cultivate and had mortal bodies, Baiwei Hall was opened to provide meals.
Of course, immortal cultivators who can abstain from food could also come here to eat if they craved anything.
For example, Jian Xiuyun really liked the exquisite pastries here.
Master Li at the pastry section was said to have been a pastry chef for the royal family. After he retired and returned to his hometown, the sect leader hired him and gave him a longevity pill.
Although he was bearded and rugged, with big shoulders and a round waist, the pastries he made were extremely delicate, making it hard not to get addicted.
Jian Xiuyun only bought pastries every time he came to Baiwei Hall, hence the two of them became familiar with each other over time.
“Elder Jian, you came to buy pastries?” Master Li greeted enthusiastically, “These are freshly made and are still warm.”
Jian Xiuyun smiled at him and started choosing.
After a while, Master Li saw that Jian Xiuyun hadn’t chosen yet and asked, “What’s up today? You haven’t chosen yet?”
Jian Xiuyun looked at the pastries in front of him and shook his head. “Shifu, the pastries are not pretty enough today.”
Master Li feigned anger and said, “Elder Jian, are you buying these pastries for eating or just looking at them? And all the pastries I make are high-quality, how can they not look good?”
Jian Xiuyun pointed at the pine nut and lily pastry in front of him and said, “After steaming, the yellow color of the skin has darkened too much, which makes it look vulgar.”
Master Li heard this and said, “Tsk, you’re really impressive. When I steamed this pot, I had something to do and went out. It was steamed a bit too much, and you could actually tell.”
Hearing this, Jian Xiuyun unfolded the fan in his hand and revealed the words written on it. On the front, it read: Love of Beauty, and on the rear, it read: Everyone has it.
“This pastry is just like people. It needs to look good to make people have the appetite, right?”
Master Li knew his temper, so he stopped pestering him and went to make another pot for him.
When Jian Xiuyun stepped out of Baiwei Hall with the freshly baked pine nut and lily pastries, he realized he was running late.
But it didn’t matter.
No one would say anything about him anyway.
Moreover, it had been a long time since he had eaten pine nut and lily pastries. He was really looking forward to it. At this moment, his apprentices were not as important as the pastries in his arms.
As soon as he stepped into Wu Yu Hall, a thin and handsome young man heard the noise and ran out.
The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old this year. He was tall and slender, standing like a poplar tree. His long black hair was tied behind his head into a ponytail, making him appear capable and refreshing. With sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a straight nose bridge, although it had not yet fully grown, it already gave a glimpse of what he would look like in the future.
This was his second apprentice, Lin Liaoting.
Lin Liaoting was the young master of the Lin family in Jiangbei. He grew up loved and spoiled. His temper was in direct proportion to his appearance. He was not easy to mess with, but he was very well-behaved in front of Jian Xiuyun.
Jian Xiuyun looked at Lin Liaoting standing in front of him and nodded with satisfaction. This should be his disciple. He was so good-looking that Jian Xiuyun felt relaxed and happy just looking at him.
“Shizun, did you get up late today? Why did you come now? Shijie has already gone to your bedroom to look for you.”
“No, I went to Baiwei Garden on the way. Won’t you study by yourself while I’m not around?” Jian Xiuyun said, walking towards the house.
Lin Liaoting followed him and was about to explain when he heard Jian Xiuyun ask, “Where is Kan Wenxiao?”
Lin Liaoting halted in surprise. He knew that his master hated Kan Wenxiao, and he usually avoided him when he could. He always pretended not to see him, so why did he ask about him specifically today?
“I don’t know.” Lin Liaoting said casually, “Maybe he went out somewhere to play. If he’s not here, then it’s good. Shizun won’t get angry when he sees that face.”
If it was in his previous life, he would certainly be happy to not have Kan Wenxiao around.
Yes, but now it’s different from the past. He had made up his mind to have a good relationship with him.
“You really haven’t seen him?” Jian Xiuyun asked again.
Lin Liaoting asked in surprise, “Shizun, what’s wrong with you today? If he’s not here yet, then he won’t come. He skips morning classes several times a week. Why are you suddenly so concerned about him?”
Jian Xiuyun was about to speak when a female voice came from outside the door. “Shizun, it turns out you have arrived.”
Then, a young woman walked in.
It was his eldest disciple Song Qingru.
Song Qingru would be eighteen this year, just in her prime, with long black hair that cascaded down her shoulders like waterfalls. Although she was also wearing the same white attire with blue embroidery disciple uniform, it brought with it a unique charm because of her slim figure.
She had a small oval face with a pair of slender willow eyebrows, bright and charming eyes that seemed to hold autumn dew in their depths. She had a straight nose, followed by thin lips that were slightly pursed. Even if she didn’t move, she could easily gain people’s attention.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the two disciples in front of him and a wave of satisfaction washed over him.
With this kind of disciples, what more could a master ask for?
“Shijie, Shizun wasn’t sleeping. He went to Baiwei Garden to buy pastries.” Lin Liaoting explained first.
Hearing this, Song Qingru smiled helplessly. When she entered and was about to sit down, she looked around and asked, “Hey, where is Wenxiao? Wasn’t he here just now?”
As she said that, her eyes fell on Lin Liaoting.
When Jian Xiuyun heard this, a bad feeling arose in his heart.
He also looked at Lin Liaoting.
He didn’t know if he was influenced by him, but Lin Liaoting also had a strong sense of dislike for Kan Wenxiao. It was not the first time he had caused trouble for Kan Wenxiao.
Jian Xiuyun assumed that Kan Wenxiao had fallen into his hands again.
“Why are you all looking at me? I don’t know!” Lin Liaoting said through gritted teeth.
Jian Xiuyun obviously didn’t believe it. He stepped forward, put a hand on Lin Liaoting’s shoulder, and said sternly, “Liaoting, where is Kan Wenxiao?”
… First time I read face-con this extreme. I am foodie (self-proclaim) but I won’t care if the food looks slightly ‘different’ as long as it tastes the same lol.
Our shou is certainly a different breed lol I wonder what happened to him for him to abhor ugliness so much
The MC isn’t very likebale so far, I hope he becomes more bearable in the future.
Rather than tryna making up for the ML just because you fear for your goddamn life, you should probably reflect on your shitty cruel attitude in the past that caused all this 😒 hating someone just because of a disfigured face ain’t cool ☹
Frr the mc is really annoying me
Damned straight. He is getting on my last nerve with his stupid attitude. He has not learned that sometimes pretty flowers are poisonous and have no scent.
The MC has an interesting personality and the author really committed to it.
♥️
Sigh, I can’t bring myself to read this. I’ve a relative whose attitude is like MC and I despise him, when faced with people whose appearance is lower than his, the words that comes out of his mouth disgust me. Though I’ve never suffered the brunt of It, it doesn’t feel nice to see people getting despised for their appearances, and it’s not like they chose that face for themselves. Sorry for my rambles.
Thank you for the chapter!