Chapter 76 Young Master Jiang, what should I do? I'll give you my heart instead! ...
His words were so offensive and infuriating.
It was like a puddle of water that had already overflowed, swaying precariously as it was about to splash onto everyone's faces, giving them no chance to react before sending chills down their spines.
No one would want such a sharp blade hanging over their head at all times. If Shen Jiuxu really becomes the sect leader of Shen Wuke, given his relationship with Jiang Yu and Lian Quesheng, he will inevitably turn this so-called "peaceful place" of Shen Wuke into chaos.
"How dare you, you brat?" Lian Feng blushed with embarrassment at his words. In a moment of impulse, he drew his knife and rushed forward, not caring about anything else. He jumped from the high platform to the ground and went straight for Jiang Yu, who was leaning against a tree trunk.
The slender fingertips gently pressed against the blade, clearly without using any force, yet Lian Feng was pinned to the spot. His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and his feet were nailed to the ground, unable to lift them.
But Jiang Yu smiled at that moment.
A slight smile played on his lips, and a nonchalant air shone in his eyes. Lian Feng felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. Even if his cultivation was poor, he shouldn't be unable to even defeat a mere greenhorn in a single move!
After thinking it over, he moved the blade slightly.
"Who do you think you are? I only spared you a few moves earlier. Now it's time to settle the score." Lian Feng's mouth opened and closed wide, and thick veins bulged on his palms, which were particularly noticeable on his rough and fat skin.
"oh."
Jiang Yu nodded. The Xianchen Sword behind him, sensing the rampaging spiritual energy, was already restless, but its master had not yet summoned it.
He glanced at Shen Jiuxu with interest. Perhaps he had drunk too much wine. Even though he used his spiritual power to dilute some of it, the remaining wine still made Shen Jiuxu feel unbearable.
He pulled his originally high-necked black shirt to the sides because it felt stuffy, revealing a small patch of fair skin with bright red marks on it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of teasing in his eyes. Shen Jiuxu felt his face burning under his gaze, realizing that Jiang Yu had become even more unrestrained lately.
For a while, I was busy dealing with various matters related to Shenwuke every day. Lian Quesheng happened to be staying at Shenwuke. Every night, listening to the snoring coming from the next room, it was difficult to continue even if I didn't care.
Shen Jiuxu carried a sense of restraint and discipline, so they had no choice but to give up. They finally waited until the matter of Baiyue Zhenren came to an end, and even Quesheng felt that Shen Wuke was too boring and left Fuyou Palace. Only now did they have a chance to "catch their breath".
So, last night was actually quite exciting.
His body, which hadn't experienced pleasure in a long time, quickly followed his deepest desires and became hot and burning. Shen Jiuxu looked at Jiang Yu sitting on his lap, and reached out his fingertips to touch his eyes. Those eyes, which were usually cold, only showed a trace of tenderness that belonged to him at this moment.
They had been at it for so long last night that the bedding on the bed was soaked and unusable. Shen Jiuxu went to the wardrobe to get new sheets and blankets to change before carrying the limp Jiang Yu to bed.
The redness around his eyes made him look even more beautiful, like a bewitching fairy from a storybook or legend. Shen Jiuxu felt that their identities should be reversed.
Despite having the identity of a fairy, Shen Jiuxu was deceived by a respectable person and lost her heart. Feeling resentful, she kissed Jiang Yu's lips again. They were soft and warm, making her irresistible.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Yu noticed something was off about Shen Jiuxu's face, but even the smartest person couldn't figure out what was wrong with Shen Jiuxu's inexplicable emotions. He placed his fingers on Shen Jiuxu's chin and gently stroked his face again and again.
"You stole my heart; it's not with me now, it's with you."
Jiang Yu chuckled. He hadn't expected this person to be so childish, acting like a little kid. However, Shen Jiuxu was younger than him, so it was normal for him to have some random thoughts popping into his head.
Hearing his laughter, Shen Jiuxu felt his face inexplicably hot. He reached out to cover Jiang Yu's mouth, but was instead kissed. He quickly pulled his hand back, his face full of surprise and panic.
"What can I do? I'll give you my heart!"
Jiang Yu's hand slowly moved down, touching Shen Jiuxu's hand. He grabbed it and placed it against his chest, feeling the strong, throbbing pulse below. He chuckled, "My heart, is Young Master Shen satisfied?"
"you--"
"Isn't this what Jiuxu wanted?" Jiang Yu leaned closer to him, looking up to meet his gaze. "Do you want it?"
"……want."
Shen Jiuxu gritted his teeth, so angered by his actions that he was willing to have his heart ripped out right now.
What are you thinking about?
Jiang Yu looked at his wandering eyes, reached out to touch Shen Jiuxu's face, but was burned by the heat. He narrowed his eyes, and Shen Jiuxu, knowing he was embarrassed, lowered his head. Amid the noise, he heard his own heart pounding.
"Elder Lian, is there anything else you want to say? Whoever holds the Sect Master's Token is the Sect Master. Isn't that your own rule, Shen Wuke's rule?"
Jiang Yu secretly grabbed Shen Jiuxu's hand, but his expression remained extremely serious. His emotions changed the moment he looked at Lian Feng. "What, are you trying to go back on your word, or are you taking advantage of your age to be shameless and try to seize it by force?"
"But I'm really curious, they all call you Elder Lian, what kind of elder are you? Did you become an elder simply because you're old?"
"Besides, Jiuxu has already given you face. He gave you a chance to have a match, and you admitted that you were not as good as him. You pointed out that Jiuxu was bullying you. This is the first time I've ever heard of someone fighting so many people fairly being called bullying."
"What about Jiuxu? Should he just hand over the position of sect leader to you with both hands? That's ridiculous."
"You...you're utterly outrageous."
Lian Feng's sword was already blocked by him with just one finger, and he had already lost all face. Now, as he listened to the interrogation, he couldn't even answer.
"Is this the only sentence Elder Lian knows?"
"Why don't you go to school with the kids down the mountain and learn a bit? It would be truly shameful if you couldn't even compare to them." Jiang Yu sneered. "If you want to fight, then fight now. Otherwise, if any of you dare to cause any trouble during the succession ceremony, don't blame me for not showing mercy with my sword."
"What right do you have to make decisions for Shen Jiuxu? This is a matter for Shen Wuke. Jiang Yu, don't think that just because you have high cultivation, you can bully people here. If this is really brought up, you won't have any grounds to stand on."
"Is that so? Jiuxu and I are Daoist partners personally acknowledged by True Person Baiyue. Does Elder Lian even dare to disobey his own master's words? You want to take my place so quickly? Don't you know in your heart whether you have the ability?"
Jiang Yu was getting impatient. He was even angrier when he thought about how Shen Jiuxu had been bothered by them all day.
"To fight or not to fight?"
"Yeah, to fight or not to fight? If you ask me, Jiang Yu, you're being too polite. Just beat them down. Anyway, my master and the sect leaders from other sects will be here for the succession ceremony in a few days. They'll be able to tell right from wrong at a glance then."
Lian Quesheng couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had looked everyone up and down since he came in, and apart from their wrinkled faces and burly backs, he couldn't see any of the handsome and upright air of a cultivator.
It must have been tough for Shen Jiuxu to deal with such a group of people.
"Fine, let's fight then. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Lian Feng thought it over and over again, but he really had no other choice. He didn't dare to gamble on how far Jiang Yu would go, but if he really angered him, it probably wouldn't be as simple as just a fight.
"Boom—"
Before Lian Feng could react, Jiang Yu kicked him to the ground, blood spurting out. The pain of several broken ribs contorted his face, and his prized knife broke in half, the silver blade reflecting his disheveled face on the ground.
The people around him hesitated, not daring to move. Lian Feng felt their disdainful gaze sweep over him. "Want to fight again?"
Jiang Yu looked relaxed, showing no signs of fatigue. He even took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingertips, which had just touched Lian Feng's blade.
Shen Jiuxu stood behind him, looking at the person blocking his way. Even though Lian Feng's actions posed no threat to him, Jiang Yu still shielded him from everything.
He rarely made himself do those things; at most, he would just have Shen Jiuxu accompany him to practice swordsmanship. No matter what embarrassing requests Shen Jiuxu made, Jiang Yu would always agree without hesitation.
He took his lover's actions to the extreme, and Shen Jiuxu became increasingly entangled in them.
"...You...Pfft—"
Lian Feng's face turned purplish-blue. Before he could finish speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Several people he knew around him quickly took a few steps back. Only Jiang Yu did not move. He stood in front of him like a statue, expressionless and aloof. His clean clothes made even the blood have to give way.
It can be admired from afar but not touched.
Suddenly, a thought popped into Lian Feng's mind: he and Jiang Yu were worlds apart. His dignity had been trampled into the ground in front of everyone, all to vent someone else's anger.
How dare he treat himself like this! How dare he? One day, Lianfeng will make Jiang Yu pay the price, make him experience the day when his heart is ashen, fall from his high position, be mangled and broken, and never be able to return to the proud son of heaven he once was.
Even though he was the one being trampled on, that Shen Jiuxu had taken his place, and that Shen Jiuxu's refusal to back down had led to his current miserable state, Lian Feng seemed to be directing all his anger at Jiang Yu.
His mouth slowly opened, his tone filled with resentment, and he said clearly, word by word, "Let Sect Leader Shen and Young Master Jiang leave."
"Elder Lian—"
"No, Elder Lian, if we just let them go like this, we—"
"Shut up!"
Lian Feng shouted sternly, the tearing pain in his chest causing him to break out in a cold sweat with the slightest movement, "I said, let Sect Master Shen and Young Master Jiang leave."
"Yes." Everyone answered in unison. Lian Gu's face flickered in and out of the corner as he watched Jiang Yu pull Shen Jiuxu away. The hems of their intertwined clothes swayed in the wind as he clenched his fingers, drawing blood.
"Young Master Jiang." Lian Gu squatted down, helped Lian Feng up, dipped his finger in the blood flowing from Lian Feng's lips, and then put it in his mouth. He licked the finger clean before slowly taking it out and smelling the strong fishy smell.
Hearing the voice, Jiang Yu didn't turn around, but he stopped in his tracks. Shen Jiuxu grabbed his wrist, and the faint smell of alcohol made Jiang Yu start to think about what kind of Shen Jiuxu he would be facing tonight.
Lian Gu's voice was much more somber than Lian Feng's. He always hid in a corner, like Lian Feng's shadow. Although they were brothers, in front of others, it was always Lian Feng who held the power, while Lian Gu remained unknown and willingly gave everything to his brother.
"What's up?"
"Young Master Jiang, I look forward to your guidance in the future." Lian Gu raised his voice, "I await the day when Young Master Jiang ascends to immortality."
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Author's Note: The well-behaved Shen Jiuxu and the spirited Jiang Yu in their youth [Oh, oh, oh]
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