Chapter 1 The Medicine Pot This was the first day since his Daoist partner died. ...
"Boom—"
Jiang Yu was awakened by the thunder. The young man, dressed in mourning clothes, lay on his side on the chaise longue by the window. It was pitch black outside, with only occasional flashes of lightning. Large raindrops poured down with the thunder, hitting the neat eaves with a crackling sound.
This is the first day since his Daoist partner died.
A rare crowd had gathered in front of the gate of Shen Wuke's palace, their straw hats, almost overlapping, were soaked by the rain.
"Jiang Yu, Sect Master Shen has been murdered without cause. Are we just supposed to sit here and wait to die without doing anything?"
"Shen Jiuxu was your Daoist partner after all. He's dead, and you haven't shown any remorse?" the man shouted at the top of his lungs.
From the moment they learned that Shen Wuke's sect leader's soul lamp had gone out, they swarmed around this sickly boy who had once been hidden away in the hall by Shen Jiuxu, trying to get some information out of him, or to catch a glimpse of the beauty who was kept in a golden house.
"Jiang Yu, the sect leader is gone. Shen Wuke is such a large place, do you think you can monopolize it all by yourself? You should come out and discuss things. What's the point of hiding in the hall all the time?"
Seeing that there was no response from inside the house, the person who had been waiting there for dozens of hours finally couldn't bear it any longer. He drew his sword, which was now gleaming with spiritual light. With a roar, he was about to slash at the tightly closed door.
With a loud crash, the door was undamaged, but the sword was cut open and bounced back.
A fierce glint flashed in Lian Feng's eyes. Although his sword was not as good as a celestial weapon as "One Blade, Two Swords, Moon Hook," it was still a famous and excellent sword. How could it not even open this door!
"Elder Lian, I advise you not to waste your energy. The Fuyou Palace is protected by a barrier. When Sect Master Shen was here, only he could enter and exit. You really think you can break through this door with your meager cultivation? That's laughable."
Xiang Zhanyi despised this kind of behavior of resorting to violence when forced, especially the despicable act of forcing his sickly partner right after someone died. He held his sword in front of his chest and leaned against the thriving elm tree. "You're older than him, how can you not have even the slightest bit of manners?"
"Xiang Zhanyi, I advise you not to go too far. This is Shen Wuke's business. What does it have to do with you, an outsider?"
Lian Feng was furious and enraged. He was about to attack again when he swiftly drew his sword, which shone with golden light.
Knowing he was no match for him, Xiang Zhanyi nimbly dodged behind the elm tree, deciding it was better to keep his mouth shut next time, lest he accidentally get killed one day.
As the sword pressed against the elm tree trunk, Xiang Zhanyi felt an urge to slap himself, but it was a pity for the tree.
"boom--"
A wisp of spiritual energy intercepted the rampaging sword, and Jiang Yu appeared before everyone. His white robes were so long that they trailed on the ground. Silence fell over the scene; before today, they had rarely seen this legendary figure.
Legend has it that Jiang Yu was only one step away from ascending to the Jade Terrace and Silver Palace, and the magnificent spectacle of forty-nine heavenly lightning bolts illuminated the entire world as if it were daytime.
But no one knows what happened in the end. The young master Jiang, who once wielded the sword that "pierced the cold wind with a single stroke," suffered a severe wrist injury. From then on, his sword was broken, his Daoist heart dissipated, and he was plagued by illness, becoming a complete waste.
"He actually came out."
“If Shen Jiuxu were here, we would probably be dead by now. He risked his life to protect Jiang Yu.”
"I'm actually standing here unharmed. Jiang Yu has indeed become much more restrained over the years."
"He can't even lift a sword anymore, what's there to be afraid of? You really think he's that spirited Young Master Jiang? You coward."
Lian Feng was filled with resentment, but the sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably—no, it was his own body that was shaking.
He thought he had fought with Jiang Yu before, but in reality, the other party only glanced at him with a haughty look and said lightly, "I won't fight you."
She turned and ran into Shen Jiuxu's arms. She was still holding a grudge at that time. She rushed forward, her sword flashing like an ice shard. But Jiang Yu didn't even look at her. He just used his fingertips to block the sharp blade. "A sneak attack is not a good thing."
"The Fuyou Palace does not welcome outsiders."
Jiang Yu's indifferent voice reached everyone's ears through the sound of water under the eaves. He stood there alone, clearly separating himself from the others. His pure white clothes seemed to be the only remaining purity in the midst of evil.
Xiang Zhanyi didn't know what words to use to describe her; he only knew that this person was the "widow" of the deceased sect leader.
"Jiang Yu, don't push your luck. Sect Leader Shen is dead. Who will manage the sect's affairs? How will the sect leader's revenge be avenged? You should give us an explanation."
Lian Feng retorted, looking up at the cold, lifeless face. "The position of sect leader has always been held by the most capable and loyal among relatives. Since the previous sect leader had no disciples, it was natural to choose someone else from among the elders. Now that you have the sect leader's token, hand it over."
“Young Master Jiang, Elder Lianfeng’s words may have been a bit rough, but his reasoning is sound. The affairs of the sect are heavy, and someone has to shoulder this burden.” The white-haired old man who had been silent finally spoke slowly, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed. “I know you are sad, but you must also consider the bigger picture.”
The atmosphere became extremely tense. Jiang Yu slowly looked at the crowd, a group of sharp-tongued fellows, but who among them had killed Shen Jiuxu?
"Sword, come!"
The faces of the people standing at the front changed instantly. A long sword gleaming with silver light was already in Jiang Yu's hand. The moment the lightning struck, it reflected in his dark eyes, making him look like a vengeful ghost emerging from the depths of hell, coming to claim their lives.
"Uncle-Master, wasn't it said that Jiang Yu's sword, the Xianchen sword, was broken? He couldn't even wield it anymore, so how could this be—"
“That’s not Xian Chen. Xian Chen’s sword light is clear and cold, like frost. It looks light but is actually extremely heavy. Jiang Yu’s wrist is seriously injured. There is no way he can pick up Xian Chen again.”
Lian Feng frowned and carefully examined the sword. "Moreover, I saw him seriously injured and weak. Three years ago, the trial cave in the back mountain suddenly collapsed for no reason. When Shen Jiuxu was resisting, the earth shook and the mountain trembled. In the blink of an eye, a 300-pound rock was about to hit him, but the sword hilt slipped from Shen Jiuxu's hand. Jiang Yu was standing to the side and couldn't even bend down to pick up the sword."
The disciples, who had never heard of these secrets, were even more certain of their guesses, staring at the slender man.
"Is that so? Elder Lianfeng's news seems to be a bit late."
A faint smile appeared on Jiang Yu's pale face, like a death warrant, as his fingertips dug into flesh, staining the sword hilt red.
A flash of silver light appeared, and the fine rain was disrupted by the powerful sword energy, turning into deadly silver needles. Hot, bright red blood gushed out, and Lian Feng looked down to see a bloodstain in the center of his neck, a thin, faint line of blood that continued to flow.
The elm tree nearby trembled, and everyone behind him fell to the ground. Lian Feng looked terrified, his eyes darting around, and he turned and walked away.
He underestimated Jiang Yu. After all, Jiang Yu was a genius back then. No matter what, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. He shouldn't have been so reckless.
“Let’s go. Since Young Master Jiang is unharmed, let’s wait until after Sect Leader Shen’s seventh day memorial before we discuss this further.” The old man awkwardly tried to smooth things over. Seeing that Jiang Yu remained silent, standing there like a wife waiting for her family to return, he could only leave sheepishly.
Who would have thought that Jiang Yu would actually make a move? But what exactly happened to his injuries?
"Uncle-Master, don't you find it strange? We waited outside for a long time, but Jiang Yu didn't come out. How come he suddenly appeared as soon as he started fighting with Xiang Zhanyi? It seems he's quite kind-hearted and can't stand seeing people fighting and killing."
Ye Zhou wrung out the water from his sleeves and suddenly remembered the jade bracelet dangling under the wide, plain sleeves of Jiang Yu's dress. Jiang Yu's wrists were too thin, and the bracelet seemed a bit too big.
Perhaps it belonged to Sect Leader Shen, who used it to commemorate his deceased husband.
Lian Feng scoffed, "He's not the kind of person who would casually show kindness to strangers. It's just that the kid was hiding behind the elm tree and benefited from its shade. Jiang Yu values that tree much more than Xiang Zhanyi's life."
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Jiang Yu disliked the bright light of the luminous pearls, so Shen Jiuxu removed them all and brought over a bronze candlestick with a phoenix and floral pattern, lighting two red candles on it every day.
Jiang Yu extinguished the two red candles and replaced them with a white one, her tone icy, "Shen Jiuxu, if you really die, just watch me remarry someone else from the Bridge of Helplessness."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and his face turned pale, almost transparent. Without Shen Jiuxu's spiritual power, the pain returned once again. In addition, he had just used the sword, and his wrist was in excruciating pain, as if it had been severed.
Jiang Yu slumped to the ground, grabbed the undergarment from the bed, crumpled it into a ball, and bit it in his mouth. The outsiders' guess was correct; his body had become like a medicine cabinet. He had only managed to pick up that sword by sheer willpower. Sure enough, the forceful use of spiritual power caused a backlash.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the two snow-white candles as if they were dyed, with specks of red scattered on them.
He couldn't hold on any longer.
Under the dim candlelight, Jiang Yu's pale face was illuminated. He picked up the last letter that Shen Jiuxu had sent back. It was about the birthday banquet of the Lord of Yunshui City. The bone-healing herb that Jiang Yu needed to treat his hand injury could only be found there. Helpless, Shen Jiuxu could only make frequent trips there.
He was supposed to return at noon five days later, but Jiang Yu received this letter the day before yesterday: "Last night, dozens of people in Yunshui City died suddenly. The cause is strange and the situation is bizarre. I will be returning soon."
Yunshui City is strictly governed. Although there are no immortal sects or families guarding it, when the city lord holds a banquet, guests will come in an endless stream. On that day, in addition to Shen Jiuxu, Xingchenque and Shaoyang Sect, which are closest to Yunshui City, should have also sent people there. How could they not even keep an eye on ordinary people?
"Initially, ten people were found dead. A scholar from Jiming Village, who was on his way to the capital for the imperial examinations, had his carriage suddenly go berserk on West Gate Street. The scholar, along with two bamboo baskets of books, fell off the carriage and died on the spot. In the following two days, one after another, people died in their homes, all naked in their beds, with no one else in the house, and their eyes were missing. The city lord was worried and specifically asked me to stay and help."
Jiang Yu finished reading the remaining half of the letter, folded the paper back up, and placed it in the sandalwood box on the counter. He had to go to Yunshui City in person.
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The following morning, at the main hall of Shenwuke.
Xiang Zhanyi found a corner behind a pillar and stood there. The group of disrespectful old people had already taken the main seats and were chattering incessantly, "Sect Master Shen's death is really suspicious. Are we just going to let it go like this? Jiang Yu is not in good health. We should at least do something about it."
The person speaking was Elder Lian Gu of the Discipline Hall, who was Lian Feng's brother. He had been bedridden last night due to a cold and hadn't gone to the Fuyou Hall. The group of people had been bullied and lost face, but they didn't want to make such a shameful thing public. Naturally, he didn't know what Jiang Yu had done. He was just angry to see his junior brother sitting listlessly on both sides.
“Lian Feng, Jiang Yu is at least our junior. Why are you sitting in the lower position like this? Even if Shen Jiuxu were still here today, the two of them should give way to us.”
They were all from the same sect, and Shen Jiuxu was the youngest disciple of Baiyue Zhenren, but he was the most talented. He was skilled with a sword at a young age and managed to persuade his master to pass on the position of sect leader to him on his deathbed. From then on, the rift between them grew wider and wider.
Xiang Zhanyi was watching the commotion with glee when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. It was him.
Last night, when Jiang Yu came out of his room, he was in the same state; still recovering from serious injuries, his steps were light and unsteady. The young disciples standing in the hall all changed their expressions. Having learned from their previous experience, they all bowed and said in unison, "Young Master Jiang."
Lian Feng bent over halfway, then felt he had lost face, and stiffly stopped in mid-air, his eyes lowered as he watched the white fabric of the mourning clothes slide across the ground until it reached the center.
"Elder Lian, this is my late husband's seat, it is not your turn to sit here."
A note from the author:
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The story is now open! The protagonist, Jiang Yu, is a seemingly aloof and innocent canary in front of outsiders, but is actually a hypocrite with super high combat power and a desperate widow. The other protagonist, Shen Wuke, is a super handsome and charming sect leader who loves to talk nonsense in a serious manner and express his love to his wife by blooming a little flower when he gets emotional. The two are a perfect match, a one-on-one story with no reversals or breakups.
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Prepayment:
After my death, I became Daoist partners with my natal sword.
A cold and aloof, sword-wielding, double-standard beauty (bottom) X a rebellious, vindictive, and petty swordsman (top).
Luo Yi had a sword, which he forced to recognize as its master. It was unruly and would cause chaos and yell at its master.
As a renowned sword cultivator in the cultivation world, everyone said that Zi Luoyi had no emotions or desires, which was a waste of his captivating face. He was a genius who cultivated the path of ruthlessness, so naturally he wouldn't indulge that sword.
If they didn't obey, he would leave the sword hanging there.
After letting it cool down, you can coax him back; he has plenty of energy and methods.
However, one day, after Luo Yi was assassinated, he was still thinking before he died that his unruly sword might be killed if it fell into someone else's hands. He wished he had been gentler with it.
Listening to the sword is like that sword.
The person who took him in was incredibly handsome. Although he would neglect him and occasionally pat him lightly, so what? He was already half-heartedly preparing to acknowledge him as his master when the sword cultivator actually died.
The sword was taken back by others, but after thinking about it, he decided he didn't want any other masters.
It sheathed its sword.
Later, the sword, which had been left unused, heard a scream outside. Its master, who had been dead for hundreds of years, beat the man up, then strolled in leisurely, empty-handed, and said indifferently, "I've come to find the sword."
"Listen to the report—"
When Jian heard him calling his name, he turned the Sword Pavilion upside down, reducing it to ruins. He thought to himself, "That person would probably like such a grand and spectacular reunion ceremony!"
Zi Luoyi: Oh! It seems he's going to lose money again! I should have known better than to come looking for Jian.
Oh well, what can he do when he only has this one sword? He's already found a new way to make this sword completely obedient to him.
After Luo Yi silently cleaned up the mess, she was about to reason with Jian with him, but unexpectedly Jian suddenly understood and grabbed her to kiss her.
He... he liked this sword, but it was a sword! ... Well, it seemed to be more than just a sword. Since Luo Yi was captivated by his superb skills, she realized that he was also his Daoist partner.
Tensions were high at the beginning, but they became inseparable later. It's a story of two people making grand promises and then both being proven wrong.
Mini-theater:
One day, Zi Luoyi and several sword cultivators were competing in the arena. Because of the rules, they could not bring their own swords and could only use the uniform wooden swords! Zi Luoyi was cautious all day, thinking that he should be able to coax this jealous sword tonight.
As a result, the swords clashed and crashed together.
Zi Luoyi: (So noisy, help!) (in a soft voice) Didn't we agree not to get angry?
Sword: No. You touched me and we got together, so what does this mean? A mistress without a name or status? You promised that I would be the only sword.
Luo Yi: (collapses weakly) (Let's give her a kiss to comfort her)
PS:
1.1V1, both strong, HE, self-submissive swordsman, don't get the pairings wrong.
2. Not angsty, a very sweet book. The cover will be changed, and the synopsis may also change.
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