Chapter 113 Ascension Lightning Someone is about to ascend—it's heavenly lightning! ...
Looking at Lian Chisu's half-coercive, half-enticement gaze, Lian Quesheng shamelessly agreed, "Fine, I'll take it. Why all the nonsense?"
Why does this sound so strangely familiar?
Lian Chisu felt increasingly uneasy, and finally realized that she had just spoken to this brat. She then struck him in the leg with her sword again, yelling, "You little rascal—"
"Ouch—"
Lian Quesheng cried out. To be honest, his legs suddenly went weak. He didn't know why; it might have been from drinking too much, or perhaps from being unconscious for so long. He hadn't moved much. When he woke up, he was in pain all over, especially in a certain indescribable area. He even wondered if he had been poked by a stone while sleeping, as his body was covered in bruises.
However, it was too embarrassing to talk about this, so Lian Quesheng covered his buttocks and begged Lian Chisu for mercy, "Mother, Mother, please let me go. I haven't had a proper bath in a month, let me go and clean myself up first."
After saying that, before Lian Chisu could even agree, he limped away. Overwhelmed with shame, Lian Quesheng rushed back as if his house were on fire, slamming the door shut. There was a hot spring behind the house, so he took off his clothes, his white undergarment half-open, and was about to go inside.
"Master—"
The sudden sound startled Lian Quesheng half to death. He realized that this was the most terrifying thing in his life. He was glad that he hadn't taken his pants off yet. He shuddered and looked up to see the young man standing next to the screen.
"Xichuang didn't expect Master to come in so suddenly, nor did he expect Master to come to change clothes and wash up. If I have disturbed Master, please forgive me."
The young man was very tall. Even Lian Quesheng hadn't expected that the poor little thing he had picked up in the mountains a few years ago had grown taller than him during the time he had been away!
This doesn't seem right.
"Is Master angry with his disciple?" Xi Chuang looked at Lian Quesheng with a pair of pitiful, innocent eyes, "Sect Leader Lian told me to come in directly. At that time, I heard that Master hadn't been in Star Palace for a while, and there were no disciples to guide me."
Damn!
Lian Quesheng smiled, but his heart was filled with anxiety. This kid used to be quite perceptive, so what's wrong with him now? Didn't he see that his clothes were disheveled? He's still talking and talking. What's there to apologize for? He might as well just get out.
His belt wasn't fastened and was about to fall down!
"Why isn't Master saying anything? Does he not want to take Xichuang as his disciple? When your Master saved me before, he said he would take care of me for the rest of my life. Could it be that Master has found a more suitable disciple?"
Xi Chuang stared intently at Lian Quesheng, seemingly oblivious to the man's embarrassment and irritation, carefully scrutinizing him from head to toe.
God knows how much he missed this body. It had no excess fat on its body, and it had been raised like a precious gem since childhood, so its skin was incredibly smooth. Coupled with the state of being unconscious and at the mercy of others, it was simply gorgeous.
If it weren't for the fact that the major sects Shenwuke, Xingchenque, and Bailuzhou had been searching for people and that the disciple-acceptance ceremony was imminent, Xichuang would never have wanted to release the person.
He occupied this body every day, staring at the tears of pleasure falling from Lian Quesheng's eyes, the trembling muscles and the bulging veins in his neck, all of which made Xichuang feel extremely comfortable.
Lian Quesheng can only belong to him alone.
From body to mind.
The intense gaze made Lian Quesheng uncomfortable, but he had never experienced anything like it before, and simply assumed it was because the child he hadn't seen in a long time missed him too much. When he looked over, Xi Chuang quickly looked away.
How could that be?
Lian Que was afraid that the child would overthink things. He had been homeless since childhood. When she rescued him, she discovered that he was a thoughtful and sentimental person. If she had spoken a little later, he probably would have found a block of tofu to smash his head against the window and killed himself.
"They've already called me Master, how can I deny it?"
"A teacher for a day is a teacher for life—" Xi Chuang hugged Lian Quesheng tightly, his arms holding him so tightly that Lian Quesheng could hardly breathe. "Husband."
The last two words, "Xichuang," were almost uttered in a breathy voice, so much so that even Lian Quesheng couldn't hear them clearly. He assumed that the person was just embarrassed to say those two words; someone who had been abandoned by their parents since childhood would indeed find it inconvenient to say such things.
Just understand it yourself.
"Alright, alright, I'm going to suffocate if you keep hugging me like this." Lian Quesheng's ears were burning. For some reason, as soon as Xi Chuang hugged him, his body felt like ice meeting fire, turning into flowing water.
It was limp and powerless, unable to muster any strength.
Lian Quesheng patted Xi Chuang's back. This feeling was too strange. He was so tall, yet he was curled up inside his own body, like a once tall and fierce wolf that had suddenly become a domesticated dog.
What is he thinking about all day long?
Knowing when to stop, Xichuang could only reluctantly shift his gaze away from Lian Quesheng. "Master, I'll head out now so as not to disturb your rest."
"OK."
He touched his nose with his hand, and only after seeing Xi Chuang leave did Lian Quesheng, as if he had gone mad from the heat, start fanning his flushed face with his hand.
What's going on? It can't be that he's still drunk. His back and legs are aching and weak, and his heart is pounding!
His body was reacting involuntarily. Xi Chuang, at his age, probably didn't know what was going on. Lian Quesheng thought about it and wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
As Xi Chuang walked outside, a smile played on his lips. His master's body was exactly as he had imagined, truly captivating.
He waited for the day his master would wake up.
“The people from Xingchenque sent word that Lian Quesheng has returned.” Shen Jiuxu had just received the letter when Jiang Yu was still in bed, so he told him directly, “He drank too much and slept until now. He’s fine.”
"He drank some alcohol and slept for a month?"
Jiang Yu doubted the truth of the matter, and Shen Jiuxu also found it unbelievable. Lian Quesheng was the one with the best drinking capacity among the three of them, and he always boasted in front of him that he was "unable to get drunk even after a thousand cups".
How could you sleep for so long after just a little alcohol?
"We'll ask him more carefully when we go over tomorrow, and also about his apprentice." Seeing that everyone was alright, Shen Jiuxu didn't think much of it anymore, after all, there were plenty of wines in the world that they hadn't tried.
The next morning, as soon as Shen Jiuxu woke up, his right eye kept twitching. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong. When he opened the door, he saw that the outside was covered with dark clouds, gloomy and without any sign of sunshine.
Those bolts of lightning gathered above the Fuyou Palace, thick and heavy like ink spilled from the sky, and also exuding spiritual power.
It's today?
How could it be so fast? Shen Jiuxu felt a little panicked. Jiang Yu's injuries had only healed to about 50% in this period of time, and most of the hidden injuries in his body had not yet recovered. If he encountered such powerful heavenly lightning again, the problem would probably be serious.
"They've already arrived?"
He entered the room and saw that Jiang Yu had changed into a black outfit. The two of them had agreed last night that since today was Lian Quesheng's important day, they would wear something festive, and definitely not black.
The deep blackness reflected Jiang Yu's increasingly pale face, and his paper-white lips made him look like he had the will but not the strength. Shen Jiuxu wanted to say something, but Jiang Yu pressed his finger to his lips.
His icy fingertips touched Shen Jiuxu's rosy, warm lips, as if drawing strength from Shen Jiuxu to help him get through this ordeal.
Jiang Yu kissed Shen Jiuxu, his kiss filled with reluctance to part. He didn't know if his journey would be auspicious or inauspicious, or even if he would die along the way.
But his Daoist partner is still young, only in his twenties, and has just grown from a simple and unrestrained young man into a steady and responsible sect leader. He still needs him to accompany him.
Jiang Yu had always felt that the day of ascension was coming too slowly, but now that it was finally here, he was afraid that he and Shen Jiuxu hadn't said goodbye properly.
They hadn't truly enjoyed a period of happiness together yet. The world seemed to be full of misfortunes; it appeared that trouble was bound to happen to anyone. Jiang Yu and Shen Jiuxu couldn't manage everything, nor could they save everyone.
Don't overthink it, I'll wait for you to come back.
Shen Jiuxu grasped Jiang Yu's icy wrist. The rapid beating of his Daoist partner's heart reached his ears, leaving a deep mark on his heart. Those worries and fears had gathered into a deep pit, which had gradually filled up and even overflowed.
Jiang Yu smiled, but with a sense of helplessness. He dared not make a promise to Shen Jiuxu at this time. He was afraid that his young man would remember it and engrave it in his heart. What would he do if he failed to keep the promise in the end?
He didn't want disappointment to take hold of Shen Jiuxu's heart.
"Jiang Yu, I will wait for you, no matter what the outcome."
"good."
These were his last words to Shen Jiuxu. Jiang Yu left the room, the barrier around Fuyou Palace was removed, and with a wave of his hand, he set up a new barrier around the spot where Shen Jiuxu was standing.
"what you do?"
Shen Jiuxu's hands and feet were immobilized. His spiritual power was still there, but he couldn't use it. Shen Jiuxu thought he would be by Jiang Yu's side and block the heavenly lightning for him at the most critical moment. But unexpectedly, he was confined to this small space and watched helplessly as Jiang Yu flew into the air.
He must have seen through your thoughts.
The paper crane flew over from under the eaves at some point and whispered beside Shen Jiuxu, "Master doesn't want you to get hurt for him."
Not long after, the first bolt of lightning crashed down, carrying earth-shattering spiritual power. It streaked across the sky, its light cleaving through the gloom and spreading to all corners of the land.
"Someone is about to ascend to heaven! This is heavenly lightning!"
"It seems to be coming from the southwest. Could it be Shen Wuke?" Several disciples of Xingchenque whispered among themselves. "I bet a penny that it's probably Young Master Jiang. I felt he was about to ascend when Shen Jiuxu was inaugurated a few days ago. This ascension lightning is definitely his."
"Who wants to bet with you? Everyone knows it's Young Master Jiang."
"I heard that Young Master Jiang was seriously injured a few days ago and has been in seclusion ever since. He hasn't come out for quite some time. This thunder sounds terrifying. Could it be—"
"Stop jinxing us. Who is Young Master Jiang? Even if he's injured, he's still more powerful than us." The cultivator had once seen Jiang Yu on the arena through the crowd and had since resolutely defended every action of Jiang Yu, even arguing with his fellow disciples several times.
"Should we tell Senior Brother Lian?"
“We can’t even see him, and besides, today is the day he’s accepting disciples. He should know that.” When the disciples saw Xi Chuang approaching with a gloomy face, they dispersed again.
"Today is truly a good day!" Xi Chuang murmured, gazing at the sky. "After waiting for so long, it's finally here."
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