Chapter 75 If I had no status, I'd still insist on interfering...
Zhou Qingnu was a little stunned. After realizing what was happening, she quickly shook her head and said, "It's nothing. Besides, Young Master Lian gave us money, so this little bit of time is nothing."
Jiang Yu turned his head and smiled at her. The remaining sunlight on the horizon carried some warmth and shone on her smooth hair. His tall figure grew farther and farther away. Zhou Qingnu heard him talking to the other people who were still there. His voice was gentle and warm, like a babbling brook in spring.
"Mother, what are you looking at?"
The child tugged at Zhou Qingnu's sleeve, his big, round eyes full of childish innocence. "Just now, the handsome older brother gave me a wooden sword. Mom, look!"
The wooden sword, about half an arm's length long, was very exquisite, with patterns carved on it. It was clear that the sword had been carefully polished. It was very smooth in a child's hand, without any wood chips or splinters.
Zhou Qingnu looked at the people over there for a while before bending down and whispering to the child, "Did you say thank you to the handsome older brother?"
"Yes, I said it several times."
"Mother, when I grow up, I want to be like my handsome brother." He stared intently at the wooden sword in his hand, stretched out his right arm, and exclaimed with a powerful breath, "Ah—!"
Zhou Qingnu laughed and stroked his soft hair. "Okay, then after a while, how about your father and I send you to Shen Wuke to be his disciple? Then you'll be able to see your handsome brother and Sect Leader Shen, learn swordsmanship from them, and when you grow up, you can show your mother your sword dance, okay?"
"good--"
The boy drew out his voice and jumped up. Jiang Yu, who was in the distance, heard their voices, turned around and smiled at them. Zhou Qingnu also smiled and returned Jiang Yu's smile, "Thank you, Young Master Jiang."
Even Lian Quesheng couldn't help but feel jealous at this sight. He was radiating sourness and said sarcastically, "I was the one who gave you the money, so how come you get all the benefits?"
He knew he shouldn't have come out with Jiang Yu. Every time, either Jiang Yu stole his thunder, or he and Shen Jiuxu dragged him down. He didn't realize it until he was completely trapped.
"Maybe it's because I'm prettier than you."
"Pah! Shameless!"
Jiang Yu left with a smile. Lian Quesheng had the other disciples take his things to Shen Wuke, while he jogged to catch up with Jiang Yu, asking, "Where's Shen Jiuxu? Where is he?"
"They said they were discussing important matters with several elders in the Deep Guest Hall."
Jiang Yu held a bunch of flowers in her hand. They were lotus flowers that several girls on the street were selling, freshly picked from the lake. Water droplets still clung to them, and they were simply tied together with a thin cotton thread. The petals clustered together, making them very eye-catching.
"Why buy this?" Lian Quesheng pouted as he walked with Jiang Yu, noticing the stares from those around them. He couldn't help but secretly tug at the corner of his clothes. Was there anything wrong with what he was wearing today? It was luxurious and dashing, highlighting his air as a young master from a prestigious family.
Jiang Yu felt that he was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.
"For my beloved."
Lian Quesheng was stunned and finally managed to accept the fact that his two unreliable friends were together.
After waiting for the two of them to return to Fuyou Palace, they found that Shen Jiuxu had not yet returned.
"Were those old men giving Shen Jiuxu a hard time? What can take a whole day to discuss?" Lian Quesheng asked with dissatisfaction. Jiang Yu had just told him that Shen Jiuxu had gone there as early as Chenshi (7-9 AM), but it had been a whole day and those people still hadn't released Shen Jiuxu.
It's clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult.
"I don't know, let's go check."
Jiang Yu is the least likely to swallow his anger. Although he usually seems very kind to people, you'll find that he's the least likely to be wronged among the three of them once you get to know him.
Lian Quesheng is, after all, from Bailuzhou and Xingchenque. Regardless of which sect he belongs to, there are many rules and regulations. Moreover, he has connections with several other sects. Even if things get very tense, he cannot lose face.
Shen Jiuxu was by nature indifferent to worldly affairs. When it didn't involve Jiang Yu, he always tried to downplay the matter, so many people never witnessed his temper. People always said that he was a gentleman who adhered to the rules and was gentle and refined.
But Jiang Yu is different. He has no sect, nor is he a disciple of any aristocratic family. He is like a wandering ghost that appeared out of nowhere. As long as he has a sword, he can stand in this world!
People often say that those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose. When Jiang Yu first started out, he was not without provocations. Many people coveted his overly handsome face and even set up a trap in the gambling den, saying that they would definitely be able to take him down within a month.
But in the end, after he was all over Jiang Yu with his flattery and provocation, someone took Xian Chen and broke his hand with extremely swift and decisive speed.
No one would question his ability, after all, during the sect competition, tens of thousands of eyes were focused on that small arena.
One after another, the most renowned and talented individuals from various sects stepped onto the stage, only to be defeated by him. Apart from Lian Quesheng, almost no one could withstand more than ten moves.
Those days were as if they were carved into everyone's minds with a knife; the fear and reverence simply could not be erased.
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“Shen Jiuxu, if it weren’t for Master Baiyue taking you as his disciple, you’d probably be stuck somewhere in the mountains right now. Before he left, he only said he wanted to call you back. As for who the sect leader position would be passed on to, I didn’t hear anything about it.”
The speaker was Lian Feng.
He was dressed in dark clothes and sat directly in the head seat. His fat belly swayed as he spoke, and his mouth opened and closed. "I am the eldest disciple of the Hundred Yue True Man. By right and wrong, I should be the one to sit in the position of sect leader. Not to mention that there are so many elders in Shen Wuke, yet not one of them submits to you."
Shen Jiuxu was kept in limbo for a day. At first, he pretended to be exchanging feelings between fellow disciples and took the opportunity to discuss the succession ceremony of Shen Wuke's next sect leader in front of so many elders.
Although the Lian brothers, Lian Feng and Lian Gu, were not particularly close to Shen Jiuxu, they were, after all, disciples of Baiyue Zhenren. Since Shen Jiuxu was often away from Shenwuke, the two brothers handled many affairs of the sect.
Even if you don't care about the monks, you have to give them face. Moreover, Master Baiyue had also told him that although these two senior brothers were mediocre in cultivation, he should at least keep a respectable facade. If they really went too far, it wouldn't be too late to break off relations.
Shen Jiuxu lived alone on the mountain for hundreds of years and had little contact with people. Later, when he first took human form, he met Jiang Yu and stayed by his side ever since.
Therefore, the actual opportunities to interact with people are extremely limited.
This group of people happened to be seasoned veterans of the underworld, all shrewd and mercenary. In the morning, they kept Shen Jiuxu drinking one cup after another at the banquet, but in the afternoon, they still refused to let him go home.
Only now, when Lian Feng declared that the position of sect leader should belong to him, did that fake smile finally come off.
"We've been joking and laughing with you all day, junior brother, haven't you figured out what we mean yet?"
Shen Jiuxu frowned. He hadn't seen Jiang Yu all day and didn't want to talk to this group of people anymore, but he was still held back.
He initially didn't want to accept the sect leader's order, but Master Baiyue insisted on putting it in his hands, repeatedly urging Shen Jiuxu to carry forward the legacy of Shen Wuke.
If this sect, which he had devoted half his life to, were handed over to someone else, even if True Person Baiyue died, he would probably have to crawl back from the Netherworld.
"Jiuxu, only you and I can rest assured."
Master Baiyue gripped his hand tightly. Shen Jiuxu looked at that familiar face and finally agreed. He held the sect leader's token, which was only half the size of his palm, unable to smile. However, he could not disappoint people's expectations, so he could only stay in Shenwuke. Jiang Yu and Lian Quesheng also came and stayed here for several days.
Lian Quesheng got bored and went out again, leaving only him and Jiang Yu in Shen Wuke's Fuyou Palace. Shen Jiuxu was thinking and ignored all of Lian Feng's words.
"Shen Jiuxu, what exactly do you mean?"
"You're so young, how could you possibly become the sect leader of Shen Wuke? Master was just confused for a moment and didn't think clearly. He gave you the sect leader's token, but he didn't say he would pass the position to you. If you know what's good for you, just hand over the token. It'll be better for everyone, and we can still be harmonious fellow disciples."
Lian Feng's face was contorted with rage. He had been dreaming of becoming the sect leader for decades. When that old man was still alive, he couldn't do anything about it, but now that the old man was finally dead, was he really going to be overshadowed by Shen Jiuxu?
“That’s right, Jiuxu, you’re still young. You can’t shoulder such a heavy responsibility as Shen Wuke alone. After all, Elders Lianfeng and Liangu are your senior brothers. They are much older than you and have experience in the sect. Only when they become the sect leader can the disciples be convinced.”
Lian Feng looked at the group of people below speaking up for him and smiled smugly. Lian Gu sat next to him, his noticeably thin face revealing a gloomy aura. His dark eyes were slightly downturned, and he looked at the laughing Lian Feng with a slight smirk.
Standing at the door, Shen Jiuxu looked impatient. These people were repeating the same old rhetoric over and over again, and he was tired of hearing it.
As the sword flashed, the room fell silent instantly; all the previous noise vanished in that instant.
"I'll give you a chance. Fight me, and if you win, I'll give you this sect leader's token."
Looking at the moon that had already risen into the sky, Shen Jiuxu felt increasingly agitated and couldn't wait to return to Fuyou Palace.
Jiang Yu should have already finished washing up and was lying in bed waiting for me to go back, but I'm still forced to stay here and stare at a bunch of idiots.
Everyone fell silent.
They used so many methods to force Shen Jiuxu to hand over the sect leader's token, which can be described as a combination of soft and hard tactics. It's not that they hadn't thought of this method, but no one dared to step forward.
Everyone knows that, apart from Jiang Yu, probably no one can defeat Shen Jiuxu. Even Master Baiyue admits that his disciple's talent is too high, surpassing even his own.
They knew their own cultivation level perfectly well. Being defeated by Shen Jiuxu was a minor matter, but if this matter were to spread among those people, it would become a huge scandal, and they would lose all face and dignity. How could they then maintain their authority in front of the disciples?
"Shen Jiuxu, what do you mean by this? Knowing that this method is impossible, you still deliberately took out your sword. Are you trying to humiliate us?"
Enraged, Lian Feng abruptly stood up, pointed at Shen Jiuxu, and cursed, "I should let the world see what kind of person this so-called gentleman really is! Shen Jiuxu, don't you feel ashamed of yourself?"
"You're spouting nonsense. Don't you feel ashamed?"
A sharp voice came from afar, and the powerful pressure made everyone break out in a cold sweat. Shen Jiuxu's face was momentarily dazed. He looked up and saw the person he had been longing for walking towards him with a cold expression as his clothes fluttered in the night wind.
"Are they taking advantage of their age to act like old men?" Jiang Yu looked around. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw Shen Jiuxu standing alone to one side. These old bastards actually took advantage of his absence to bully his people. They were simply asking for death.
"Jiang Yu, what right do you, an outsider, have to interfere in the private affairs of Shen Wuke?" Lian Feng cursed. Seeing Jiang Yu burst in, he felt that things might not work out.
"What if they don't have the status, yet I insist on interfering?"
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Author's Note: Young and spirited Jiang Yu X, not yet mutated, obedient and well-behaved Shen Jiuxu [Oh oh oh]
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