Chapter 125 The Truth Revealed: Do you want me to hug other girls?...

Jiang Yu felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

It was Shen Jiuxu who bit him, and his blood flowed to him. Jiang Yu was trembling all over, and even his bones were affected. A continuous force entered his body, as if his bones had been broken and then reconnected.

This kind of pain is simply unbearable for ordinary people.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Jiang Yu clenched his teeth. This unbearable force made him start to wonder how Shen Jiuxu had done it. He didn't even know how Shen Jiuxu could have died once and then let him hurt himself again.

The power gradually became warm and substantial, easing the pain in Jiang Yu's body and making it subside, as if someone had shared his suffering and unbearable pain, bringing him new vitality and hope.

His eyes felt as if they had been covered with a cloth dampened with warm water, becoming more comfortable, and a glimmer of light gradually appeared in front of them. The deep darkness that had once been dark had now faded, and a faint light had shone in.

The dappled light made him feel warm all over. Jiang Yu could see that Shen Jiuxu seemed to be wearing a black robe. Although his vision was still a little blurry, he could see his Daoist partner.

After being blind for dozens of days, Jiang Yu was able to regain his sight at this moment. He couldn't be sure whether he felt happy or sad. In fact, he should have been happy. He should have cheered and hugged his Daoist partner, whispering in Shen Jiuxu's ear that Jiang Yu could see again.

Jiang Yu finally saw his face again.

He saw the person he had been longing for, and the scenery they had enjoyed together. They would have plenty of time to see other things in the future, whether it was the stream that had just broken through the ice in early spring, the dragonfly resting on the lotus flower in the sweltering heat of summer, or the leaves that turned from green to yellow and then drifted down in autumn and winter.

But the thought that all of this came at a price, a price he didn't want to see, made Jiang Yu unable to feel happy. He could smell the strong stench of blood on Shen Jiuxu's body, but he couldn't see any wounds on him except for his eyes.

But if it was just his eyes, how could so much blood have flowed out, staining this green ground red? He was wearing black clothes, which covered all the other colors, hiding all his injuries and emotions under that piece of cloth.

"I can see now."

But Jiang Yu still whispered in his ear, because this was what Shen Jiuxu wanted to hear; there was no news that could make him happier. Jiang Yu knew, and he understood, so he spoke up so that Shen Jiuxu could know as soon as possible.

“Shen Jiuxu, I saw you. I saw your face and your body.”

He smiled and hugged Shen Jiuxu, but the smile was bitter. Jiang Yu didn't know what kind of aftereffects Shen Jiuxu would suffer. A cold tear fell onto his neck with a "plop," and Jiang Yu's hand touched Shen Jiuxu's back. "Thank you."

Shen Jiuxu remained silent, perhaps due to the pain. Jiang Yu simply held him tighter, as if his body had been completely transformed, allowing his spiritual energy to recover at a visible speed.

Meanwhile, apart from his injured eyes, his right wrist, which had been severely injured three years ago, had recovered to the same state as before, or even better. He could clearly feel the changing breeze and drizzle in the world, and every wisp of new life. He had the same sense of being an ancient tree as Shen Jiuxu.

Aside from not being able to produce leaves and petals, Jiang Yu felt that he could also be considered a spirit. He was in a strange and bizarre state of balance between humans and demons, and his talent was much higher than his previous self.

Shen Jiuxu gave almost all of his spiritual power for repair to Jiang Yu, leaving himself with only a broken body. The faint, almost imperceptible spiritual power circulated within his body, futilely trying to repair the huge gaps, like an egg striking a rock or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Even though he was careful when he scratched his eye, it still inevitably had an impact. Even though he is much better now than when he was first injured, Shen Jiuxu is still not confident.

He couldn't see clearly; everything in front of him was blurry. The indistinct objects and scenery made him feel as if he had been thrown into the air and spun around several times. His head was throbbing and felt like it was about to explode.

But Jiang Yu was holding him.

Shen Jiuxu dared not make a sound, afraid that Jiang Yu would worry. He was suddenly glad that he could still see. As long as he carefully concealed himself, Jiang Yu would not find out.

Everything felt like it had returned to how it all started.

They were not injured; they were both alive and well. A long time ago, Shen Jiuxu felt he wasn't even human. He feared that if others knew his true identity, they would think he and Jiang Yu were mismatched.

The weak scholar and the alluring fox spirit in those folk tales always end up separated by death, one alive and one dead, seemingly never having a perfect and happy ending.

Shen Jiuxu sometimes worried about what would become of him and Jiang Yu. He knew Jiang Yu didn't care about such things, but he still didn't have the courage to reveal his true identity because it was too unbelievable.

Furthermore, the rumors surrounding ancient trees seemed quite fantastical—the kind of tree spirits that had lived for thousands of years, experiencing countless births and deaths—which made Shen Jiuxu even more worried. Compared to him, Jiang Yu's age was insignificant, and this disparity easily instilled feelings of inferiority in him.

Even the most arrogant and proud person would act this way. Now that Jiang Yu knows his identity, all those worries have been forgotten, and he is living a more comfortable life than before.

The metallic taste of blood lingered in my throat.

Shen Jiuxu's face was pale. He gave a weak laugh and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Young Master Jiang to take me back. After a day of rest, the news that your eyes have recovered will probably reach them soon, and then it will be another fierce battle."

Even at a time like this, he still had the mood to worry about how to address him. Jiang Yu knew that he was definitely not as comfortable as he looked, so he didn't say much. He just picked him up around the waist and said, "You should rest first."

"This doesn't seem quite right."

Shen Jiuxu immediately felt awkward. No matter how weak he was, he couldn't let Jiang Yu carry him, as it would be a loss of face. "I'll get down... and walk by myself."

Don't you want me to hold you?

Jiang Yu didn't think there was anything wrong with it. They were already Daoist partners, so why would they care about such trivial things? If Shen Jiuxu could hug him, he could definitely hug Shen Jiuxu in return. It was just that some people couldn't let go of their pride.

"It's just a stretch of road, nobody knows me."

"Besides, didn't you carry me before?" Jiang Yu retorted, his steps relaxed. He hadn't felt this light as a feather in a long time. Since his previous injury, Jiang Yu's steps had become somewhat heavy, and he had even forgotten what normal walking was like. "Do you want me to carry other girls, or other people's Daoist partners?"

Shen Jiuxu: "..."

Jiang Yu knew that wasn't what he meant, but he chose this biased interpretation, and Shen Jiuxu couldn't argue with him; this man always liked to use sophistry. Anyway, his face wasn't Shen Jiuxu's face now, so he might as well hug him. Shen Jiuxu simply gave up and buried his face in Jiang Yu's chest, feeling much more comfortable hearing the strong, powerful heartbeat.

Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain.

Laifu Inn.

The waiter was dozing off against the counter. There were very few customers at this time, and what's more, he didn't know what was wrong with Yunshui City this year. In previous years, there were quite a lot of tourists, but now there were fewer and fewer.

I stood there all day and didn't see more than three people. I don't know what their city lord is up to every day. I heard that the waiter offended Shen Wuke's people. Do Shen Wuke's people have such a long reach?

He was just a errand boy, he really didn't know anything. Sunlight shone in through the half-open wooden door, making him even sleepier, until he heard a clear, cold voice.

"A superior room." Jiang Yu carried the person in and tossed him the silver. "Make it quieter, and bring some hot water."

"Alright, sir, please come upstairs."

The waiter immediately perked up, weighed the heavy silver in his hand, and smiled with satisfaction. He then eagerly led Jiang Yu upstairs. "Oh, sir, is the young master in your arms injured? Would you like me to fetch a doctor for him? There's a doctor on the street around here."

"Need not."

He opened the door for Jiang Yu and then enthusiastically introduced, "Young master, the rooms in our inn are absolutely bright and clean, so you can rest assured. When Young Master Lian from Xingchenque and his disciple came before, they all stayed here in this very room."

"Xichuang and Lian Quesheng, when did they arrive?" Jiang Yu felt something was off. He had never heard Lian Quesheng mention it before. When Shen Jiuxu was rumored to have died, he personally came to Yunshui City to meet Lian Quesheng, and at that time Lian Quesheng explained that it was his first time here.

Could it be that they came back again later?

"About three years ago, I remember it was about a month before Young Master Jiang of Shen Wuke ascended to immortality. Later, Young Master Xichuang came several times in succession, but he was always alone. Just half a year ago, Young Master Xichuang met with the then Sect Master Shen, Shen Jiuxu."

The waiter scratched his head, and seeing that his expression didn't change, he continued, "Young master, you can rest assured about choosing our inn. It's definitely the best in the area. No other inn is as clean as ours."

"I can see that." Jiang Yu looked inside and saw a large bed, a square wooden table and several stools next to it, and everything else was ready. "Heat up some more food."

"Alright, then you should rest first, young master."

The door was closed, and Jiang Yu placed Shen Jiuxu on the bed. A month before his ascension, Lian Quesheng said he was going to a friend's place to taste wine, but he did not specify the exact location. Both he and Shen Jiuxu had sent messages to Lian Quesheng, but they were like stones sinking into the sea, receiving no response.

Jiang Yu remembered very clearly that during that time period, both groups from Xingchenque and Bailuzhou were looking for Lian Quesheng. It wasn't until Bailuzhou sent Xichuang over that Lian Quesheng reappeared.

His explanation at the time was that he was drunk.

But the more Jiang Yue thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. Lian Quesheng was a good drinker, so how could he have been unconscious for a month after drinking a little alcohol and then disappeared without a trace?

And just as the west window appeared, he appeared, but he had no recollection of ever being in Yunshui City. The whole thing was suspicious, and it all pointed to the same person.