I mistranslated a word before, so from now on it’d be called Golden Core, not Golden Elixir. Didn’t research enough, my bad.
Jian Xiuyun demonstrated the fourth form again, ending it perfectly. He sheathed the Qinghan Sword and turned to look at Kan Wenxiao. Although his face was indifferent, he thought to himself: Kan Wenxiao should be dumbfounded now.
However, what he didn’t expect was that when he turned around, he saw Kan Wenxiao standing in a daze. He didn’t know where his mind had drifted to.
Jian Xiuyun, “…” Well done.
“Do you understand?” Jian Xiuyun suppressed the fire in his heart and tried to keep his tone calm.
His voice startled Kan Wenxiao back to his senses, and he looked up at him, his eyes containing emotions he couldn’t quite discern.
“I understand.” Kan Wenxiao replied.
Jian Xiuyun didn’t believe him. He had caught him when he was zoning out just now.
“Then show me.”
“Okay.”
Kan Wenxiao answered simply and moved neatly. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his wrist and took out the sword from his waist, moving around with it.
Contrary to Jian Xiuyun’s coldness, his sword had a sharp, murderous aura. Every time it sliced through the air, it was as if piercing silk, bursting with sounds. It was as if anger was mixed in with the sounds, making it all the more frightening.
After completing the move, Kan Wenxiao put away his sword and bowed to
Jian Xiuyun to indicate he was done.
Jian Xiuyun looked at him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile and said, “Not bad.”
Kan Wenxiao was clearly distracted just now, but his movements were exactly the same as what he taught. Not bad, he also cut out the moves that were mixed in before.
Okay, he deserves to be the male protagonist.
A fake smile appeared on Jian Xiuyun’s face, “Then let’s move on to the next move.”
After saying that, he turned his back and pulled out his sword again.
He still refused to believe that he can’t find any fault within Kan Wenxiao today.
When Lin Liaoting and Song Qingru came in, they were met with such a harmonious scene of master and disciple getting along.
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When Song Qingru saw this, a smile appeared on her and she stepped forward.
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“Does it hurt?”
The little attendant was on the verge of tears, but he shook his head.
Lin Liaoting frowned and pinched harder, saying impatiently, “Be honest!”
The little attendant nodded and said, “It hurts.”
Lin Liaoting let go and rubbed his hand irritably. “I’m not dreaming, this is too damn unrealistic.”
After saying that, he was about to angrily find a corner to practice, when a gentle voice came from behind him, “It’s forbidden to say such bad words.”
Lin Liaoting turned around and saw a young man walk in.
He seemed to be in his twenties. He was clad in blue robes, which looked ordinary, but were embroidered with auspicious clouds with gold thread. His long, inky black hair was tied with a white jade hairpin, making him look akin to a jade.
“Greeting Zhangmen, this disciple recognizes his mistake.” Lin Liaoting did not expect him to show up, and hurriedly saluted.
“Don’t do it again.” Yu Shaozhi raised his hand to help Liaoting stand upright, then walked inside.
Seeing this, Song Qingru also stepped forward and saluted.
Jian Xiuyun was giving a demonstration to Kan Wenxiao when he suddenly heard Yu Shaozhi’s voice coming from the door. He shuddered and the sword in his hand dropped.
The blade collided with the ground, making a crisp “clang”. Jian Xiuyun came to his senses and hurriedly leaned over to pick up his sword.
However, a pair of hands with sharp knuckles picked up the sword one step ahead of him.
Jian Xiuyun straightened up, and that familiar face appeared in front of him.
It was still that ever-gentle smile radiating with warmth, instead of being covered in blood and cold like the last time they met in his previous life.
“Shixiong?” Seeing that Jian Xiuyun wasn’t taking the sword, Yu Shaozhi called out to him in a confused tone. Jian Xiuyun just looked at him blankly.
“Oh.” Jian Xiuyun also realized his gaffe, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the sword, returning to his previous cold appearance.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to inform Shixiong that in five days, the disciples’ ten-day examination will be conducted.”
Jian Xiuyun was extremely upset. After all that happened in his previous life, he didn’t know how to face him.
“Why is it needed for Zhangmen to notify personally about such a trivial matter?” Jian Xiuyun asked irritably.
Yu Shaozhi was speechless for a moment, then explained, “I planned to go to Baiwei Hall today. When I passed by here, I thought I would stop by to let you know.”
“Really?” Jian Xiuyun sneered.
“…Yes.” Yu Shaozhi replied, avoiding his eyes.
Jian Xiuyun frowned and his attitude worsened. “I still have to teach, so please come back later.”
Jian Xiuyun had always treated him like this, so Yu Shaozhi didn’t mind. He smiled warmly, then said his goodbyes, “Then I’ll leave first.”
“Mn.” Jian Xiuyun responded perfunctorily then turned around and continued to instruct Kan Wenxiao, “This style…”
Only after Yu Shaozhi completely left Wu Yu Hall did his tense body relax.
Jian Xiuyun felt that he must’ve really been blind in his previous life, otherwise how could he not see such an obvious fact?
Yu Shaozhi likes him.
This was something he would never have thought of in his previous life.
Because he especially hated Yu Shaozhi.
There was no complicated reason. To put it simply, after their master passed away, the position of sect leader was passed to Yu Shaozhi instead of him.
It was obvious that he was their master’s eldest disciple, it was obvious that his cultivation was much more profound than Yu Shaozhi’s, and it was obvious that their master loved him the most.
But in the end, their master awarded the position of sect leader to Yu Shaozhi.
Jian Xiuyun thought this was a big joke.
Moreover, he was killing demons in Qiyuan Valley at the time and did not see his master for one last time.
As soon as he came back, he saw Yu Shaozhi clad in the Sect Leader’s attire, standing in front of their master’s seat, and said to him with a sad expression, “Brother, Master is gone.”
How could he not believe there was something suspicious going on? So Jian Xiuyun drew out his sword and didn’t back down for three days.
He believed that all this must be a deception, and their master was definitely harmed by Yu Shaozhi.
But everyone around him backed him up and testified for him. Jian Xiuyun had no choice but to believe it.
In the end, Yu Shaozhi really secured his position as the sect leader, but Jian Xiuyun never gave him a friendly look again.
Despite this, he still ran to Wu Yu Hall every two days.
Jian Xiuyun thought he was deliberately annoying him.
It wasn’t until he was captured by Kan Wenxiao in his previous life that Yu Shaozhi and one of his men sneaked into the dungeon late at night to rescue him.
At that time, Jian Xiuyun was hanging from the beam, dripping with blood.
When Yu Shaozhi touched him, his hands were shaking.
Unsure of whether he was comforting Jian Xiuyun or himself, Yu Shaozhi gritted his teeth and repeated over and over again, “Brother, I will get you out of here…”
Unfortunately, no one got out in the end.
They were discovered by Kan Wenxiao.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to be in a good mood that day and said he would not pursue the matter and was willing to let him go.
However, it was Yu Shaozhi who drew his sword in response to Kan Wenxiao.
That night was extremely long.
Jian Xiuyun watched Yu Shaozhi get up from the ground again and again, continuing to charge forward with his sword, and felt a rare hint of intolerance poking at his heart.
“Stop fighting…leave…” Jian Xiuyun tried to call out to him.
But the person who was usually so gentle and obedient in front of him was extremely stubborn at that time.
It wasn’t until a sword penetrated his body that he finally stopped fighting.
Yu Shaozhi was obviously dying, and his eyes were a little out of focus, but he still stubbornly supported himself with his sword and looked in his direction.
Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, wetting his chest with a frightening crimson.
Jian Xiuyun was still tied up, unable to reach out or move. He could only look at him not far away, watching him struggle to lift his sleeves and wipe off the blood from his lips. He smiled at him, and then, uttering every word with difficulty, said, “Shixiong…I…really like you.”
I read the title and was excited but ah, of course there is a need for love rival (but I guess it’s 1 sided?)
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My Heart for Yu Shaozhi is aching !
Ahhhhh… I really want to ship him !!
I hope Yu Shaozi will find a partner too.
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