Chapter 46 Xian Chenjian, you knew all along that you were Shen Jiuxu? ...

"You knew all along that you were Shen Jiuxu?"

Jiang Yu repeated it again. He was so angry that he didn't care that he was only wearing a thin white undergarment.

The clothes weren't even his, so they were quite large, and anyone opposite could see everything just by raising their eyes slightly; it was all laid bare.

Shen Jiuxu's eyes were dark and deep. He couldn't deny that Jiang Yu already knew, so he could only nod and recount what he knew, "On the seventh day after his death, I captured Lian Gu. He called me 'Sect Leader Junior Brother.' Later, so many people said that I looked like Sect Leader Shen, and I—"

"So you knew all along, but you kept it from me."

Jiang Yu became angrier the more he thought about it, especially when he remembered the awkward tone Shen Qinggui used when talking about Shen Jiuxu, and how he even put on a pitiful face in front of him. As if he were bewitched, he softened and agreed to all of Shen Qinggui's unreasonable and outrageous demands.

Not to mention those absurd and shameful moments from last night.

"Let's not show favoritism, right!"

Jiang Yu took out a sword from the pouch, but then felt he couldn't just let it go so easily. He snorted and reached inside again. Shen Qinggui saw what he meant and offered his own sword as well.

"Go ahead and fight."

Shen Qinggui spoke frankly and openly, as if he had done nothing wrong and that it was all Jiang Yu's fault for being unreasonable.

Jiang Yu didn't catch it, but tossed it over. "Take it, let's go out and have a fight. Besides, one sword isn't enough. Just like Young Master Shen said last night, it would be better if the two of us did it again."

Jiang Yu looked at him with a cold smile. He took out a long box from the collection bag. The black sandalwood surface was decorated with exquisite patterns in vermilion ink, exuding a murderous aura.

Shen Qinggui felt that he might have gone a bit too far this time, but he couldn't help it. For the first time, Jiang Yu's beautiful face was tense towards him, looking like an unapproachable, transparent block of ice.

"Sweetie, put on your clothes first."

The rain that had fallen all night had just stopped. Because he was worried that the room would be stuffy, Shen Qinggui opened the window a crack, and a cool breeze blew in. Jiang Yu had just recovered from his cold, and Shen Qinggui was concerned, so he took one of his own robes and put it on him, completely unconcerned about what was in the box.

Jiang Yu rolled his eyes. He had experienced Shen Qinggui's behavior of enjoying himself and then pretending to be gentle and considerate many times, so he wouldn't forgive him so easily.

But he still sat there obediently, letting Shen Qinggui help him put on his clothes. The other man's slender fingers lingered on Jiang Yu's neck for a long time, touching the fresh red marks again and again, as if admiring his masterpiece.

"Don't touch me."

Jiang Yu slapped his hand away. Startled by the gentle movement, he almost forgot that the other person was the culprit who caused all of this and was unforgivable.

"stand up."

He grabbed Shen Jiuxu's clothes, but before he could exert any strength, he threw the other man away. Jiang Yu knew perfectly well what was going on, and looking at the person who was still pretending in front of him, he felt no mercy this time.

A sword was tossed to Shen Jiuxu. Jiang Yu got out of bed, straightened his clothes, picked up the box, and a look of longing appeared in his eyes. Shen Jiuxu noticed this and let the branches hidden behind the bed curtains help him up.

There was a sword in the box.

The blade was as white as frost, exuding a chilling aura of millennia-old ice. The two characters "Xian Chen" on the hilt radiated an arrogant and unruly air. Jiang Yu's fingers gently caressed the sword; he hadn't used "Xian Chen" for three years.

This sword, sealed away for so long, accompanied him from an ignorant child to a spirited young genius about to ascend to greatness, but in the end it was sealed in a box and remained hidden from the world for three years.

The sword emitted a buzzing sound and rolled around in Jiang Yu's hand, as if seeking comfort from its master. The flower buds at the foot of the bed twitched and stared intently at the restless sword, which was just as unruly as itself.

"Xian Chen".

Jiang Yu called out, and the sword immediately obeyed, becoming well-behaved and staying obediently inside, carefully rubbing against Jiang Yu's palm a few times.

"This is the Xianchen Sword?"

Shen Qinggui walked over nonchalantly. Upon seeing the sword, he realized that he did feel a sense of familiarity with it, but what followed was an even stronger feeling of secretly competing with it.

It was clear that he and this sword had been at odds for a long time. However, both he and the sword were very good at disguising their differences in front of Jiang Yu, and he didn't show it.

Now that Shen Jiuxu has lost his memory, and the sword hasn't appeared for three years, it has noticed Jiang Yu's guilt towards it and has become reckless and unruly. Shen Jiuxu has seen through this.

Even though it was Jiang Yu's sword, Shen Jiuxu couldn't bring himself to love everything about Jiang Yu as much as he loved Jiang Yu's other possessions.

Xian Chen Sword lay there motionless, facing Shen Jiuxu. Although it was a sword without features, Shen Jiuxu could still see a trace of disdain in its clear and spotless blade.

How dare a sword look down on me?

"Um."

Jiang Yu answered, picked up his sword, grabbed Shen Jiuxu by the collar, and dragged him out. "Do it."

He held two swords in his hand. Xian Chen looked at the other sword, which was completely inferior to his own. It was just an ordinary, broken sword. How could its master possibly bring out the full potential of his sword techniques?

We still need to rely on it.

Xian Chen moved around in Jiang Yu's hand until someone tapped it, and with a "whoosh," it flew out, heading straight for the man he didn't like.

A bright silver light appeared, and the sword energy shot straight into the sky. Shen Jiuxu did not expect Jiang Yu to actually make a move. He did not have time to dodge. When the branches saw this, they took the initiative to meet the attack, but were defeated and their pink petals fell to the ground with a "whoosh".

It was at this moment that Lian Quesheng arrived with Xi Chuang. Immediately afterwards, the scene just now unfolded. Xian Chen, having finally seen the light of day again, was so excited that he didn't even see who was in front of him and started running around wildly.

Lian Quesheng was truly caught in an undeserved disaster. However, he had fought Jiang Yu many times during the sect competitions. Although he hadn't seen Xian Chenjian since Jiang Yu's failed ascension and severe wrist injury, he was still incredibly experienced. If he claimed to be second to none in his keen sense of Xian Chenjian, probably no one would dare to claim to be first.

Dust billowed up from the ground. Lian Quesheng, quick as a flash, grabbed Xi Chuang's sleeve, rolled over, and the two lay flat on the ground, looking at each other and laughing.

“My master didn’t fight Jiang Yu so many times for nothing. I know this sword better than anyone else.”

Lian Quesheng patted his chest proudly, but the sword suddenly turned and rushed towards him again. Sensing another familiar aura, Xian Chen seemed to suddenly come alive and unleashed a "chaotic dance" on Lian Quesheng.

"Master, something doesn't seem right."

Xi Chuang kindly reminded him, glancing at Xian Chenjian, who had already cut off a small section of Lian Quesheng's hair, and tugged at Lian Quesheng's clothes, "Why don't we hurry up and run!"

Shen Qinggui received a pleading look from Lian Quesheng in the corner. With a flick of his finger, the sword that Jiang Yu had thrown at him on the ground flew into his hand. He gripped the hilt tightly and with a gentle swing, the two sword energies collided.

A black figure swept through the middle. Shen Qinggui grasped Xian Chen, and the spiritual power carrying Jiang Yu's aura forced Xian Chen Sword to submit. It could only stubbornly remain in Shen Jiuxu's hand with a look of utter despair.

It could only watch helplessly as its former rival fled amidst the swirling petals and dust.

Lian Quesheng and Xichuang have disappeared without a trace.

Shen Jiuxu, holding Jiang Yu's silk duster and a sword he'd grabbed from who-knows-where, was about to pitifully go to Jiang Yu to beg for mercy when another sword flew through the air. The sharp blade carried a chilling aura, and the timid and fearful flower buds had already shrunk in before Shen Jiuxu could even give the order.

The splendor of last night was completely gone.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Shen Jiuxu didn't retaliate. He let the sword hit his shoulder before picking it up, patting off the fallen petals, and sighing. He then walked forward slowly and timidly, throwing all three swords to the ground and reaching out to hug Jiang Yu.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

He was taller than Jiang Yu, so it was less of a hug and more like holding him tightly in his arms, so close that it was impossible to breathe. This reminded Jiang Yu of those absurd moments last night, when he had been held in the same way. The wooden tub was too small, so he could only wrap his legs around Shen Jiuxu's waist.

"Baby."

Shen Qinggui then racked his brains over all the coaxing methods he had read in the storybooks he had read before. He lowered his head and pressed his head against Jiang Yu's back, calling out to him softly several times.

"Master, I was wrong."

Jiang Yu's body stiffened, and the boomerang he had thrown earlier returned to him once again. Shen Jiuxu's body temperature still reached him through two layers of clothing. "What else does Master want me to call you? I'll agree to anything."

"never mind."

Jiang Yu's heart softened as he heard him call out to him again and again. He felt like a lump of ice that had melted into water after being surrounded by fire, warm and fragrant with flowers.

"This will not be repeated."

Shen Qinggui didn't answer, but instead leaned close to his neck and kissed him there, saying, "Baby, you're so good."

"Good to know." Jiang Yu felt a little ticklish from his teasing and it took him a while to calm down. He then forgot whether the other party had actually agreed to his earlier statement, "This is the last time."

Xian Chen, who was thrown to the ground and relied on the other two swords for survival, made a series of squeaking noises. Jiang Yu, who was once again kissed to the point of delirium, finally noticed his old friend who had been with him for many years.

Xian Chen was dissatisfied, but dared not vent his anger on his master. Shen Jiuxu cared even less about it. Since Jiang Yu hadn't even picked up the sword, he was even less likely to touch it, lest he cause any trouble.

"So, have you remembered everything?"

Jiang Yu managed to pull away for a moment from the relentless kissing, took a breath, and pushed Shen Jiuxu away, "Stop...stop kissing me, have you remembered everything?"

Shen Qinggui's eyes showed dissatisfaction, but because of Jiang Yu's words, he could only stand to the side, occasionally pinching Jiang Yu's hand with one hand, "No, I only know that I am Shen Jiuxu."

"The day I met you in Yunshui City, I woke up by a lake outside the city and became like this. I only remember the name Shen Qinggui in my mind, and I don't remember anything else."

“I originally thought you were alone, but after returning to Shenwuke with Young Master Jiang, I learned that Young Master Jiang already had a Daoist partner.”

Jiang Yu listened at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt that Shen Jiu was describing him as a withered cabbage in the field, hiding the truth from Jiang Yu and doing some irregular things, all because Jiang Yu wouldn't tell him the truth.

“Young Master Jiang is highly skilled and has an outstanding appearance. At that time, I had lost my memory and knew that I was just a lonely tree with no one to rely on, so of course I dared not presume to associate with him. With Sect Master Shen as a shining example, who would remember me?”

Shen Qinggui lowered his voice, and Xian Chenjian, who had heard everything, was completely speechless. He looked at his master, who was both moved and guilty, and knew that he would never have the chance to teach this pretentious guy a lesson again. His heart was ashen, and he slapped Shen Jiuxu's sword with a "smack".

"But I've always loved you."

Jiang Yu quickly "proved his innocence" by kissing Shen Qinggui on the lips. "Besides, I've heard that there's a kind of memory-restoring herb in this world that can help people recover their memories. Shall we go find it?"

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Author's note: Congratulations to Shen Jiuxu for now earning the title of "Pretentious Guy".

The update time for tomorrow is still tentative. [Please][Please][Please] I'll write it whenever I have time, and I'll post it as soon as I'm done.