Chapter 10 Breaking the Spring Breeze This is the real breaking the spring breeze.

Everyone was somewhat stunned.

Jiang Yu uttered the sentence word by word, and repeated it again for fear that they might not have heard him clearly, "I am Shen Wuke's man. Shen Wuke and Xingchenque are still competing for the top spot in the sect competition. It's not very nice of you to keep asking me this!"

"Young Master Jiang, you—"

Xi Chuang had never seen anyone like this before. Enraged, he looked like a roasted chicken, his face flushed red, determined to regain his dignity.

“Young Master Jiang is right. It is our duty, Starry Sky Palace, to handle this matter. Since you are all from Shen Wuke’s faction, it is understandable that you do not wish to get involved. Please go back to your room and rest!”

"Senior brother—" Ye Zishan hurriedly spoke, but he didn't know how to persuade them, so he changed his tone and whispered to Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu, "There is a barrier set up inside the house, so the two young masters don't need to worry."

As soon as he said it, he realized he was worrying unnecessarily, like a dog catching a mouse, meddling in other people's business.

The door slammed shut, and the dim candlelight illuminated the woman's face. Her face was covered with wrinkles like deep ravines, and her lips were cracked with dead skin. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on her cane, and smiled at Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu.

"It's raining outside. I wonder if Yan'er brought an umbrella?" the woman muttered to herself.

"It's the middle of the night, he's probably sleeping soundly."

The woman hadn't expected Jiang Yu to respond. She laughed for a while, revealing a few sparse teeth. "That's true. He's a sound sleeper. Thunder won't wake him. I was always worried when he was studying at home. Now that he's gone, he still can't shake this habit. I even specially prayed for a peace pot for him. I think he'll be alright."

Jiang Yu felt a little heavy-hearted, but didn't know how to start the conversation. Fang Xiyan was probably already across the Bridge of Helplessness and was queuing up to be reincarnated.

“I heard you guys talking about steamed locust flowers. I’ll make them for you when it’s light. Amu’s parents had an accident yesterday and couldn’t go to Jingchuan Temple, but they went to Old Wu’s house at the east end of the village. They gave me a basket of fresh locust flowers. It’s delicious with some noodles. You’ll never forget it once you’ve tasted it.”

Jiang Yu readily agreed.

Seeing the old woman yawn several times, Jiang Yu told her to go to sleep, and the room quieted down again. He naturally pulled Shen Jiuxu to sit down, "Do you think this is the same person as the one in Jingchuan Temple before? This monster is very powerful, not something those children can handle. After tonight's commotion, he will definitely come tomorrow."

"Yes, so you deliberately sent them away?"

"You already know, don't you?" Jiang Yu prided himself on being a very conscientious senior who often stood up for others.

Shen Jiuxu raised an eyebrow, patted Jiang Yu's head, and inexplicably felt that he was like a cat sitting obediently, begging for praise. He wanted to give him a few dried fish to eat.

He reached out and closed the window, then set up a protective barrier to ensure that the disciples outside wouldn't hear their whispers before asking, "You're not an ordinary person, why did you lie to me?"

"What did I lie to you about?" Jiang Yu asked, still holding the answer in mind.

"You are Shen Wuke's disciple."

"No." Jiang Yu shook his head; he was clearly telling the truth.

Since he said that, Shen Jiuxu didn't want to ask any more questions.

Jiang Yu wouldn't lie to me, after all, I'm just a tree, and even if I were lied to, I wouldn't be able to produce any rare treasures.

"Shen Qinggui, that demon was severely injured, which is why it was absorbing the vital energy. But why did it choose this couple? And why did it choose Fang Xiyan from among hundreds or thousands of scholars?"

Jiang Yu was puzzled. He had just put his hands behind his head when Shen Jiuxu pulled them out, replaced them with a neatly arranged pillow, and, meeting the gaze of a certain young master, pursed his lips, "You need to take good care of the injury on your wrist."

"Oh," Jiang Yu replied subconsciously.

“If it was just the Prayer Pot, I clearly made a wish with it back then. Could it be that the shopkeeper sold me a fake?” Jiang Yu was startled and pressed his hands on Shen Jiuxu’s shoulders, meeting his gaze. “But that’s not right. Could it be that they saw I was too powerful and didn’t come to kill me?”

The person's ability to boast and brag continues to improve.

Shen Jiuxu's heart pounded faster under his gaze, and he could only lower his head and pretend to fiddle with the belt around his waist.

"The dozens of dead people all carried prayer pots. The people of the city had all gone to Jingchuan Temple to pray for peace, but only a few died. There must be other reasons."

“Yesterday morning I saw the guards investigating the case on the street. When he died, his sword was right in his chest. The same thing happened to the couple.” Something flashed through Shen Jiuxu’s mind, but then he lost his thoughts. “That demon’s swordsmanship is not to be underestimated. Perhaps it really is a sword spirit that has a master.”

Jiang Yu listened to him and nodded. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. "The abbot said that the statues in the temple were erected three years ago and were damaged a few days ago. Could it be that some sword cultivator's sword fell to earth after he ascended to immortality?"

"However, as far as I know, no one has successfully ascended in the past ten years. Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu, who were highly anticipated, are now even more unlikely to ascend, as one is dead and the other is injured."

Shen Jiuxu felt that there was something strange about his words. "Perhaps I'm overthinking it. If a spirit or monster has unparalleled swordsmanship and erects its own statue for the sake of incense offerings, attracting many people to worship it, that's perfectly normal. Everything in the world has its cause and effect. If someone is willing to exchange their life for something else, even the Heavenly Dao cannot interfere."

"Then what do you have that you'd be willing to risk your life for—" Jiang Yu started to say, but then swallowed the words back down. "Never mind, let's not talk about this sad stuff. I have a feeling he'll definitely come out tomorrow."

The moonlight crept from the treetops to the windowsill, and the courtyard was quiet. The couple slept with their son in their arms. The boys, who had been up all night, were so sleepy they could barely keep their eyes open.

Occasionally, the calls of crows could be heard from the distant trees. Scattered dark green lights reflected against the layered mountains. A figure slowly grew larger, licked the corner of its mouth, and a thick liquid dripped to the ground, making a sizzling sound.

The delicate fragrance of locust blossoms drifted into the distance, their pure white petals standing out clearly in the night. As the sun rose, Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu followed the old woman over, only to find the place already crowded with people.

Even though the old man was a regular visitor, he had never seen so many people.

Are locust flowers really that popular?

Jiang Yu clicked his tongue and followed the flow of people inside. Several people were shaking trees. He wasn't carrying a basket; everything was in Shen Jiuxu's hands. He waved to the man. But before he knew it, he bumped into the man next to him. The man was wearing green clothes, with a locust flower tucked behind his ear. He smiled at Jiang Yu and said, "Sorry."

"It's nothing." Jiang Yu didn't take it to heart, but the older women on the outside were crowding so tightly that Shen Jiuxu, being shy, was temporarily kept on the outermost edge.

He reached out to Shen Jiuxu, about to take the basket from the top, but a hand snatched it away first.

In an instant, it was as if the world had been covered with a cloth. Jiang Yu could not see clearly what was around him, but he felt something wrapping around his waist.

He felt a distinct sense of levitation, and the same aura as the night before last surrounded him; the person had indeed appeared.

Jiang Yu had a better understanding of the situation and chuckled softly, "You really went to great lengths to lure me here. If you really want to fight, just say so and I'll gladly oblige."

"You're about to die and you're still being stubborn. I let you escape last time, and it was my oversight that the scholar's eyes were taken away. But your body and this one's body are obviously more suitable for me."

The man's voice was sometimes near, sometimes far, and not very clear. A sword shot straight at Jiang Yu's back, and the sharp sword energy stirred up the surrounding wind. If Xi Chuang and the others were there, they might recognize that this was the "Spring Breeze Breaker" that was widely praised in the world.

When Jiang Yu participated in the Immortal Sect Competition, he happened to be drawn into the same match as Lian Quesheng, the young master of the Lian family and the first disciple of Xingchenque, who was famous at the time. No one thought that a young man without a sect could win.

On the field, Lian Quesheng's illusion brought forth a profusion of spring flowers, which momentarily bewildered all the onlookers. Just as the incense and candles burned out, Jiang Yu flicked his wrist, and the clear, silvery blade of his sword shot straight toward Lian Quesheng.

A gentle breeze stirred, and the shadows of the flowers faded. Lian Quesheng, standing on the opposite dueling platform, looked startled as his sword shattered and he fell off the platform.

Jiang Yu became famous overnight because of this battle. Later, when people asked him what that move was called, he just stood in the middle of the stage with a smile and said three words, "Breaking the Spring Breeze".

The Xianchen Sword became famous from then on. Later, Jiang Yu suffered a serious wrist injury and rarely appeared in the world. The Xianchen Sword was also sealed away by him three years ago and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the saying "Xianchen's sword breaks the spring breeze".

Jiang Yu knew this was his own sword move, but he didn't know why it appeared here. The sword move carried a familiar aura, just like it had when the lightning tribulation descended three years ago.

As he was thinking, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and large patches of curved lightning appeared in the pitch-black darkness.

Jiang Yu reached for his sword, but realized he had just tossed it to Shen Jiuxu, leaving his hands empty. His expression turned grave, and something flashed through his mind. He quickly pulled off the headband on his head, which was actually a mourning headband. He had rushed out and forgotten to change it, so he simply used it as a headband.

The plain white cloth fluttered in the air. Jiang Yu turned and charged straight at the oncoming sword. The two collided and emitted a dazzling light. The strong force of the impact caused Jiang Yu to stagger back several steps, and a few drops of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The figure opposite gradually appeared, and snorted, "I examined your physique, and it was excellent. I thought you were so powerful, but now it seems you're nothing special. You've really wasted this body."

"Let's finish this quickly. After I've dealt with you, I'll go kill the people outside."

The man's face was fully revealed to Jiang Yu. His eyes were empty, his eyelids were casually turned upwards, and his pale skin was like land that had not received rain for a long time, covered with extremely deep wrinkles.

With a downward press of his right hand, numerous green roots, as thick as an adult man's arm, sprouted from both sides of his body. The sword blade twisted, and countless branches followed behind. Jiang Yu realized something, "Are you that locust tree?"

"You're very smart, but it's too late."

"Breaking the Spring Breeze".

The sword was too fast, rushing and crashing as if it were about to cleave the sky. Jiang Yu flipped over to avoid the sword, his legs soaring and white silk fluttering, gathering the branches together. He grabbed the sword that didn't belong to him with his backhand and forcefully snapped the branches cleanly.

The man was furious, his face turning ashen. His lips moved slightly but remained suspended in mid-air. "Sword, come!" But apart from the wind that swept through the air, everything fell silent, completely still.

He couldn't believe it, his empty eyes fixed on Jiang Yu's direction. "What did you do? Where's my sword? Why won't it obey me? What did you do?"

"What good is the sword if I give it to you?" Jiang Yu's gaze was cold. "Things stolen from elsewhere will eventually meet their rightful owner."

The man was taken aback. "Who do you think you are? You dare to lecture me?"

His body swelled up, and branches and locust blossoms flew everywhere, surrounding Jiang Yu. A dazzling golden light pierced the darkness with a "clang," and Shen Jiuxu, who was fighting with a group of people, saw Jiang Yu holding a white silk ribbon in the distance. However, the sounds of swords clashing around him were too noisy, and he could not hear the commotion clearly.

Shen Jiuxu's gaze was too intense, and Jiang Yu naturally noticed it. She turned her head to look at him and smiled slightly. In just a moment of carelessness, a locust flower scratched Jiang Yu's neck, leaving a very fine wound. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man moved closer and tied Jiang Yu in the air with dozens of branches.

"So what if it's stolen? As long as I can kill you, that's enough."

The sword blades multiplied into thousands, scattering in the air and then rushing towards Jiang Yu. Shen Jiuxu was sweating profusely. He kicked over the people surrounding him and tried to rush over.

"Yeah?"

Jiang Yu slightly raised his eyelids, and the man felt a sudden panic. He was clearly looking down at the stubborn "ant," but for some reason, he was frightened by the other's gaze.

The scabbard suddenly changed direction, and Jiang Yu slightly raised his chin, unleashing a sword light a hundred times stronger than before, which shot straight towards the other side.

Shen Jiuxu stopped abruptly. His murderous sword intent caused the surrounding trees to tremble violently, and the birds that were resting peacefully cried out and flew into the sky.

Ewu, hiding behind Shen Jiuxu, poked out his head, which was covered with a tuft of red hair, and was terrified by the uprooted locust tree.

The man's mouth was still open, and the sword, still warm from his body, was now thrusting straight into his chest. A gentle breeze brushed the hair by Jiang Yu's ear, and he chuckled, "This is the real spring breeze."

A note from the author:

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Locust Tree: You want to eat my flowers, fine, but you also want to kill me! Don't go too far. I'm so angry! Two people are bullying me, neither of them are good people! [Angry]

Jiang Yu: Oh.

Shen Jiuxu: Don't listen to his nonsense, you're a good thing... no, you're a good person. (Sends a "good person" card)

Thank you to all the babies in the comments section for the nutrient solution and comments, sending you love! [cat emoji][lop-eared rabbit emoji]