In the next few days, with the exception of Guyu Villa, all sects sent people to look for the whereabouts of Chi Jin Sect.
However, this sect seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.
Xuyu Peak couldn’t go long without its head, so it was not an option for Yu Shaozhi to stay in Jiangbei for an extended period. He stayed for a few more days and then returned to Xuyu Peak.
Lin Liaoting’s mental state was not in a good condition and he refused to leave with them. Jian Xiuyun was worried about him and stayed back.
But he let Yu Shaozhi take Kan Wenxiao and Song Qingru back.
He originally thought that Kan Wenxiao would be unwilling, but he just stared at Jian Xiuyun for a while before agreeing.
Jian Xiuyun was surprised by his willingness, but naturally didn’t say anything.
After a few gentle words of advice, the two separated.
–
Lin Liaoting’s mental state was extremely bad. He moved into Mrs. Lin’s room and lay drowsily on the bed where they slept every day, hugging their quilt and wrapping himself up.
Jian Xiuyun knew the pain he felt, so he didn’t bother him. He just sat by his bed and stayed with him all day, occasionally talking to him.
At midnight that day, the moonlight gradually faded. Jian Xiuyun lay undressed on the couch next to the bed. Not long after he fell asleep, he heard a burst of rapid panting.
Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes, immediately stood up and looked.
Lin Liaoting was lying on the bed, his face pale, his forehead covered in a layer of cold sweat, and his body shaking with clenched fists. He seemed to be mumbling something.
Jian Xiuyun could tell at a glance that he was having a nightmare, and hurriedly shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up.
Lin Liaoting’s eyes suddenly shot open, reddened, and filled with deep resentment. He repeated over and over again, “Kill you, I will kill you…”
Jian Xiuyun held his shoulders, forced him to look at him, and said anxiously, “Liaoting, wake up.”
Jian Xiuyun’s voice gradually brought Lin Liaoting back to consciousness.
The redness in his eye gradually faded away, and he lowered his head and panted violently, as if out of strength.
Jian Xiuyun stood up and poured him a cup of tea. Lin Liaoting didn’t drink it, but just stretched out his arms to hug him and buried his head in his arms.
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Jian Xiuyun couldn’t see his expression, but reached out and patted his shoulder gently, trying to coax him to sleep.
Soon, Lin Liaoting’s breathing gradually calmed down.
Jian Xiuyun closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep.
He recalled that at this time in his last life, Kan Wenxiao had been driven down the mountain by him. When he came back later, everything was different.
And Lin Liaoting was still the most favored young master of the Lin family. He spread out his wings like a peacock, showing off every day.
But in this life, many things were different.
It seemed that everything had been messed up since the Immortal Sword Conference five years ago.
His thoughts were in a mess, and Jian Xiuyun felt irritable, so he simply let go, thinking about nothing, and forced himself to fall asleep.
In the dim dungeon, a large candle burned tremblingly, barely illuminating the haggard human figure on the floor.
Jian Xiuyun lay in a daze neither eating, drinking, nor talking. He would be mistaken for a dead man if not for the rise and fall of his chest.
There was a figure moving in the darkness, but the candlelight was so dim that it could only outline a silhouette.
But Jian Xiuyun knew that it was Kan Wenxiao.
“Shizun, why did you save me in the first place?” Kan Wenxiao’s voice was faint, filled with curiosity and confusion.
“Since you hate me so much, why didn’t you just let me burn to death?”
Jian Xiuyun lay on the ground, slowly exhaled a breath, and then closed his eyes.
Yes, why?
Maybe there was a reason, but it was just too ridiculous that he didn’t even bother to mention it.
“Shizun, why? Tell me!” The voice gradually became angry.
Jian Xiuyun seemed as if he had never heard his words.
Then he felt a figure approaching him.
“Shizun, Shizun…”
One voice after another kept ringing, and Kan Wenxiao’s voice filled his head.
Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes suddenly.
The night had faded, and the sky kept getting brighter outside the window.
The lingering voice in his ears had not dissipated, as if Kan Wenxiao was really calling out to him.
Jian Xiuyun looked a little helpless. Why was he dreaming about his previous life again? His throat felt parched and he was about to get out of bed to get some water. Unexpectedly, he realized that he was not in bed, but sleeping on the couch next to the bed.
Jian Xiuyun clearly remembered that he and Lin Liaoting had slept together. What was going on?
Jian Xiuyun stood up and checked around, but found no trace of anyone or anything.
He couldn’t help but wonder, was he getting old? Had his memory started to go awry?
Meanwhile, Guyu Villa.
In the sect leader’s chamber, a young man adorning a mask sat on a chair, quietly wiping the sword in his hand.
And beneath his feet lay a corpse.
A sudden knock sounded on the door, and someone walked in, “Zhangmen, I just received a letter from the Lord.”
“Tell me.” The person who was called Zhangmen said calmly while moving his hand.
“The Lord said that Guyu Villa is good. Now that we have conquered it, we can use it as our base from now on.”
When the Zhangmen heard this, he paused and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, “It seems like he can’t wait any longer.”
The sword in his hand was wiped clean, reflecting light clearly. The Zhangmen smiled with satisfaction and continued, “Do as he wants.”
“Yes.”
–
Before they knew it, another few days had passed.
Lin Liaoting still looked half-dead, which made Jian Xiuyun feel uncomfortable and worried.
He felt like he couldn’t let him go on like this anymore.
So every morning he started thinking about how to cheer him up again.
However, even after many days, no solution could be thought of.
On this day, he still sat beside Lin Liaoting’s bed, worried.
Suddenly he saw a dove flying in and landing on his shoulder.
Jian Xiuyun knew that this was news from Xuyu Peak, so he reached out and took out the letter from the bird, opening it to read.
Then his pupils dilated.
Lin Liaoting saw the sudden change in his complexion, with no trace of blood in his pale face. He asked in a dumb voice, “Shizun, did something happen in Xuyu?”
Jian Xiuyun hesitated for a moment and handed him the letter in his hand, “It is not Xuyu Peak, but Guyu Villa.”
Lin Liaoting took it and read the letter.
He obviously knew every word, but he seemed to be unable to understand them when they were put together.
Only the three characters “Chi Jin Sect” could be seen clearly, extremely clearly.
Anger ignited in Lin Liaoting’s eyes, and he clenched his fists. The edge of the letter immediately crinkled under his hand, and the words on it became distorted.
Some words could be faintly seen: Guyu Villa was attacked…all the elders and the head were slaughtered…now occupied by Chi Jin Sect.
“Chi Jin Sect!” Lin Liaoting’s voice seemed to be dripping with blood, and every word was laced with resentment, “It is Chi Jin Sect again!”
I think the lord Kan Wenxiao or Yu Shoaozhu but most likely Ken Wenxiao he so sus
Thank you for the chapter 🫶🫶