Jian Xiuyun slowly opened his eyes. There was a vast expanse of white in front of him, as if it was misted over with a layer of fog. It was hazy, and he couldn’t see anything.
He frowned in confusion. Before he could realize what was going on, his wrist was suddenly held by someone, inflicting a flash of pain.
Then, a cautious voice came from the side.
“Shizun.”
His mind was still dazed after a while, and it took him a while to realize who the owner of the voice was.
Then, he recalled the tragic scene on the stage, and Jian Xiuyun closed his eyes again.
“Shizun, have a sip of water.”
As soon as he spoke, a warm spoon touched his lips. Jian Xiuyun immediately turned his head and pressed his lips tightly.
Upon seeing this, Kan Wenxiao handed the bowl in his hand to the palace attendant next to him, and then pressed his palm against Jian Xiuyun’s body.
Jian Xiuyun wanted to evade, but was unable to do so. He could only let him hold him and pour spiritual power into his body.
Soon, bursts of warmth radiated from his body, and the pain on the side of his neck subsided.
But he still didn’t open his eyes, and just wanted to sneer. If he was so kind, why not unblock his spiritual veins?
But of course Jian Xiuyun wouldn’t ask.
He thought he would die, but unexpectedly he was still alive. Although he did not go on the same old path as in his past life, this life was more tiring than the last one.
Jian Xiuyun suddenly felt nostalgic for the person he was in his previous life. He was cold-hearted and merciless. He didn’t care about anyone, and wouldn’t feel any sadness for anyone.
Thinking of this, he thought of Lin Liaoting again.
Although he was spoiled and mischievous, he had grown up by his side throughout his two lives, respecting him wholeheartedly.
But he failed to save him.
He thought that no matter what happened, Kan Wenxiao would not be that cruel.
But that was just his own wishful thinking.
“Shizun.” Kan Wenxiao’s voice came again.
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In a daze, Jian Xiuyun seemed to hear Xiao Xi’er’s voice.
Although he was nourished by Kan Wenxiao’s spiritual power, his spiritual veins were sealed, and now he was akin to a mortal. He had not drank water for several days, and his consciousness had become blurred.
He thought he was hallucinating, but the next second, he heard “Brother Immortal” again. The voice was moist, as if she was crying.
Jian Xiuyun tried his best to open his eyes, and when he turned his head, he realized that the person standing next to his bed was really Xiao Xi’er.
She was carefully holding his fingers, crying.
Jian Xiuyun wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed. The wound on his neck was torn due to his movements, and a little blood oozed from the white gauze.
When Xiao Xi’er saw it, she cried even harder, “Brother Immortal, are you going to die?…”
Before she could finish her words, she was cut off by a male voice, “Shut up!”
Only then did Jian Xiuyun realize that Kan Wenxiao was also here.
He instantly understood Kan Wenxiao’s intention, closed his eyes and turned his head.
When Kan Wenxiao saw this, a trace of anger arose in his heart, but he did not dare touch him. He just stretched out his hand to the palace attendant on the side, and someone immediately placed a bowl of porridge on his hand.
Kan Wenxiao handed the porridge to Xiao Xi’er and said, “Feed it to him.”
Xiao Xi’er looked at him with a hint of fear, reached out to take the porridge, and scooped up a spoonful and carefully blew it to cool down before bringing it to Jian Xiuyun’s lips.
“Brother Immortal, eat some.”
Jian Xiuyun ignored it.
Then he heard Kan Wenxiao say, “Did Shizun forget how Lin Liaoting died?”
When Jian Xiuyun heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.
He turned to look at him, staring at him with helpless eyes mixed with hatred.
“In the end, what do you want?”
Kan Wenxiao seemed to be burned by his gaze. He turned his head and said in a cold and stern voice, “If you don’t want her to die, just drink the porridge.”
Jian Xiuyun looked at Xiao Xi’er and gritted his teeth, but finally opened his mouth and let her feed him.
For several days, under Xiao Xi’er’s care, Jian Xiuyun’s health gradually improved, and he could even sit up, but still couldn’t speak too loudly.
Kan Wenxiao visited every day, but only sat for a while without speaking, leaving after watching him eat.
On this day, Kan Wenxiao sat aside and watched him eat as usual.
Jian Xiuyun was able to eat by himself, but his throat hurt and he had trouble swallowing. After eating a few mouthfuls, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and refused to eat again.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t leave either and looked at him quietly.
Jian Xiuyun avoided his gaze, as if he hadn’t seen him, and looked out the window. The temperature had suddenly dropped last night and it started snowing again.
At this time, a palace official suddenly walked in and whispered to Kan Wenxiao, “Your Majesty, Lord Nie is here.”
Kan Wenxiao nodded, and soon a middle-aged man pushed in through the curtains.
He knelt down and saluted, then stood up and was about to report, when he saw Jian Xiuyun beside him. He was hesitating when he heard Kan Wenxiao say, “Speak.”
“Yes.” The man responded.
“Reporting to Your Majesty, General Zhao won a great victory yesterday. All the remnants of the first eight sects hiding in Fushan were captured. Their leader was the leader of Xu…Xuyu Peak. How should we deal with it?”
Hearing this, Jian Xiuyun suddenly raised his head.
The leader of Xuyu Peak was Yu Shaozhi.
He looked at Kan Wenxiao with pleading eyes.
Kan Wenxiao looked back at him, with a faint smile on his lips, and said, “Finish the meal.”
When Jian Xiuyun heard this, he had no choice but to pick up his chopsticks and start eating.
His throat was pulling at the wound, and he seemed to taste the faint smell of blood again.
Only then did Kan Wenxiao feel satisfied and replied, “Let’s lock them up first.”
“Yes.” Nie Chao replied, then retreated.
Jian Xiuyun finished the last mouthful of food, drank tea and rinsed his mouth. Then he stood up and endured the discomfort, walking up to him as he asked, “What are you going to do with them?”
Kan Wenxiao’s posture did not change and he looked up at him. it was clearly Jian Xiuyun who was standing, but he still seemed to tower over him.
“I will take actions based on Shizun’s performance.”
Jian Xiuyun closed his eyes weakly. And there were the threats again. One after another, endless threats.
“How do you want me to behave?” When he opened his eyes again, Jian Xiuyun had undisguised boredom in his eyes.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to be a bit bashful and sighed.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun sneered and walked towards him step by step, pressing on, “Tell me, how do you want me to behave?”
His voice was too forceful, and blood seeped out of the gauze.
Kan Wenxiao noticed something was wrong with him, immediately frowned, and hurriedly shouted, “Shizun!”
He stood up and tried to support him, but his hand was slapped away, “Don’t call me Shizun!”
Jian Xiuyun looked at him, his voice was hoarse, but he still forced it out, “Kan Wenxiao, you act as if you care about me, but you trap me here like a caged bird, threatening me and hurting me again and again, you can’t help me! In the meantime, you killed Liaoting in front of me and threatened me with Xiao Xi’er. Is this what you call ‘caring’?”
Jian Xiuyun’s voice was so excited that the wound opened. He simply tore off the gauze and let the blood flow down his neck.
Kan Wenxiao’s pupils dilated instantly, and his voice was urgent, “Don’t talk, I will bandage you.”
Jian Xiuyun, however, covered the wound nonchalantly and stepped back while laughing, “Don’t worry, I still have something to say. Maybe after I finish speaking, you wouldn’t want to bandage me anymore.”
Kan Wenxiao saw his excited state, so he had to stop and coax him and said, “Alright, then you speak first, but keep your voice down.”
Jian Xiuyun looked at his concerned look, sneered, and suddenly asked, “Wenxiao, do you really know what it is that you like about me?”
“Is it me, or was it the kindness I treated you with at Xuyu Peak?” The pain in his neck seemed to spread to his limbs, and every word seemed to be delayed, but tears came out of laughter on his face.
Kan Wenxiao was stunned by his question. Before he could answer, he heard him continue, “Then let me tell you, everything I did at Xuyu Peak was all pretend. I have always been fake towards you, never sincere.”
I am nervous. We are close to end but the ship is on fire! Literally it’s burning! Aaaaa.
Yeah! Perfect slap for wenxiao! You deserve it.
I do agree. What happened to his clan was all wrong.
But blood isn’t solution for blood.
But again you need to keep in mind that he didn’t have anyone to teach him that and even his teacher was not honest with him. The righteousness is just a name from the other clans too. Actually he’s more pitiful
Humans are destined to suffer. The only difference is tiny, small, big, huge..
Wenxiao avenge for his clan or something so if Jian xuiyun also want to take revenge for xuyu peak and liaoting, what’s the solution?! It’ll be deadlock without end!! Wenxiao also killed liaoting’s family 1000’s of people. So it must be including female, old-age, children may be pregnant women.. who are innocent.So what’s the difference between hero and villain? I feel ahhhhhhh
Thanks for the chapters, this is crazy, How will end this?
This development has left me speechless…