Chapter 17: Me and My Enemy Father and Brother
"Master is going down the mountain."
In the afternoon, the Master of the Sword Sealing Tower walked out of the tower, with the long sword he had wiped in the morning on his waist. He changed his usual simple cloth clothes into a dark blue robe, looking very noble.
On the east side of the well, facing the tower gate, there is a tall and straight jujube tree. Its branches and leaves are still green in autumn, and the green and red jujubes are half hidden and half visible, emitting a fresh fragrance.
There was a wooden table under the tree. Chen Yunli was sitting behind the table reading a book, while Chen Wenjian was picking dates. The bamboo basket at his feet was already half full, which meant they had a good harvest.
Hearing the voice of the Sword Sealing Tower Master, Chen Yunli lazily raised his eyes and glanced at him, his gaze fixed on the long sword at his waist for a moment, and responded faintly.
Chen Wenjian saluted him and watched him go.
As soon as the Sword Sealing Tower Master left, Chen Yunli pushed aside his book and jumped off his chair: "Chen Wenjian, don't bring your sword. Let's go to the Sword Tomb."
He walked away as he spoke, but after taking two steps, Chen Wenjian grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
"You can't enter the Sword Tomb during the day." Chen Wenjian's face darkened slightly. Apart from the first time they met, this was the first time he had shown such a stern look to Chen Yunli. "It's very dangerous."
"Danger?" Chen Yunli's pupils trembled. "What danger?"
Chen Wenjian moved his lips, as if he felt that his words were not accurate enough, so he simply brought him to his side, then raised his hand and wiped the air.
A flash of light appeared before Chen Yunli's eyes, and a still scene slowly unfolded like a scroll, appearing clearly and eerily in his eyes.
The painting depicts a fiery, foggy sky, a black and red, muddy earth. Blood gushed from the cracked, swollen soil, pooling in puddles. Corpses clung to the muddy water, their white skulls exposed in the blood-red light, their hollow eyes staring out at those outside the painting.
Chen Wenjian was standing in the middle of it, his white clothes half stained red with blood, his handsome face splattered with blood, and in his hand he held a broken knife, which was also soaked in blood and flowed down the broken blade.
He lowered his eyes, his face expressionless, as if he had given up on even his own life.
If Lou Zhixi was present, he would definitely recognize that this scene was exactly the same as the "heavenly sign" he saw and painted.
"You... have entered the sword tomb during the day?" Chen Yunli took a deep breath and asked calmly.
Chen Wenjian took him to sit down, picked up two dates, wiped them clean with his sleeves and placed them in his hands. He watched him take a bite before nodding.
"I know what you want to do."
Chen Yunli bit off half of the date with a loud and crisp "crunch".
Chen Wenjian clumsily opened up his memory and told him about his apprenticeship experiences and discoveries. In the process, he also clumsily tried to give trust to others for the first time.
Just as Chen Yunli thought, the training plan that the Lord of the Sword Sealing Tower made for him was not to make him stronger, but to use his blood and his special physique to forge the sword - to be precise, to repair the sword.
It has been less than a year since Chen Wenjian entered the Sealed Sword Tower, but his strength has far surpassed those cultivators who have practiced normally for decades. This is due to his almost terrifying self-healing physique.
With this physique, as long as he survives, he can use life-and-death crises to stimulate his potential and hone himself.
Practitioners who have been tempered in actual combat, even if their cultivation and magic power are not as good as their opponents, can still kill enemies of higher levels with their outstanding actual combat ability and fighting instincts. The higher the cultivation, the more levels they can cross and the more terrifying their strength.
If Chen Wenjian can survive and grow under this kind of training, with his talent, whether he takes the right path or the wrong path in the future, it is only a matter of time before he sits on the throne of the number one in the cultivation world.
As long as you don't delve into the true purpose of the Sword Sealing Tower Master, he does seem to be a good teacher who teaches students in accordance with their aptitude.
But that was not his original intention. In fact, he never thought of letting Chen Wenjian go back to the day when he grew up.
"Master," Chen Wenjian paused, "The Master of the Sword Sealing Tower is a descendant of the Xinzhu Sect. He is a forger specializing in swordsmithing. Many years ago, the Xinzhu Sect was annihilated by their enemies, but he escaped the disaster by going out in search of forging materials. He took the sect's only remaining forging manuals, hid his identity, and fled far away. He eventually lived in seclusion here and created this Sword Sealing Tower—actually, it's not a tower, it's a massive... sword-forging furnace."
Chen Yunli looked up at the spire that reached into the clouds.
Chen Wenjian continued, "The Heartcasting Sect has a unique forging technique, said to have been passed down by our founder. His last and most remarkable creation was a longsword. At the moment the blade was about to take shape, he leaped into the forging furnace and fused his own flesh, blood, heart, and soul into the sword, creating the world's first, and to date, only, spiritual sword to have been imbued with a sword spirit. Undoubtedly, this sword has left a splendid reputation in both the human world and the cultivation world."
"So, he wants to replicate the master's achievements?" Chen Yunli asked sarcastically, "Then why doesn't he jump into the sword forge himself?"
"Because he thinks my flesh, blood, and soul are of superior quality, at least as casting material, they're better than his." Chen Wenjian said calmly, "In his vision, my powerful self-healing physique will endow his work with indestructible and incomparably tough qualities. This quality alone is enough to defeat the Wuwen left behind by the founder of the Heartcasting Sect. A sword spirit can only imbue a sword with intelligence, but an indestructible sword can etch its mark in history, allowing his name, along with that sword, to become a legend for eternity."
“…”
Chen Yunli: "The thousand years in his dream will never end."
Chen Wenjian raised his hand to cover his hair, rubbing it with his thumb with a gentle soothing look.
"He didn't want to waste my excellent casting material without preparation, so he deliberately formulated... the training method that you're so unhappy about. He used my blood to water the broken swords in the sword tomb and observe their changes. Those broken swords were his failed forgings. After being soaked in my blood for a period of time, they did undergo changes that satisfied him."
Those red blood lines.
"They became sharp, tough, and violent, even sprouting new blades on their broken edges. He then discovered that my blood could also imbue his creations with another quality—growth."
Chen Wenjian spoke almost coldly about how he had been exploited and skinned alive, as indifferently as if he were describing the experience of an insignificant person.
Chen Yunli clenched his jaw: "How do you know this?"
"He's a swordsmith. He makes meticulous and complex preparations before forging. To avoid missing any key details, he's used to writing down all his plans and regularly checking for any omissions."
Chen Wenjian looked at the frozen scene in mid-air.
"On the day I discovered the changes in the broken sword in the Sword Tomb, I entered the Sword Tomb during the day. After fighting my way out of the encirclement, I saw a small room deep inside the Sword Tomb. That must be where he stayed when he entered the Sword Tomb. Inside were the tome of the Heart Forging Sect and a booklet containing his forging plan."
"You knew it, but you still don't run away?" Chen Yunli grabbed his sleeve, and his face instantly revealed a hint of anger and understanding.
Chen Wenjian knew why he was angry. Kind people always harbor resentment at the injustices their friends suffer. But he didn't understand where that hint of understanding came from.
Of course he didn't understand. Because until this moment, Chen Yunli finally understood why he had killed the Sword Sealing Tower Master.
Very good, he didn’t want to stop Chen Wenjian from killing that old guy anymore!
"I can't escape. I'm not his match yet."
Chen Wenjian chuckled softly, as if he was very satisfied with his reaction. Finally, he could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart and let them break through the harmless mask, revealing his true intentions.
He brushed away the strands of hair from Chen Yunli's temples. His cold eyes flashed with a fierce look, and his calm expression faltered, revealing a piercing murderous intent and sharp edge. "He wants my blood, so I will use his sword forge to increase my strength. When I am strong enough, I will kill him."
Chen Yunli was stunned.
The young man, who was usually calm and composed and never showed his true nature, finally stopped hiding his true nature at this moment, and showed his fangs and claws to the only person he trusted, with an imposing manner.
Two flames seemed to be burning in his eyes, melting the frost and snow, revealing a ferocity and cruelty that was terrifying.
Chen Wenjian held Chen Yunli's hand, his eyes curved: "After I kill him, I will take you away from here."
Chen Yunli felt as if the person in front of him had turned into a ferocious beast, pressing its sharp claws against his chest, the tips of its claws gently touching his beating heart, and asked him:
"You'll come with me, won't you?"
…
Chen Yunli withdrew all his previous worries about Chen Wenjian.
A weak servant who is worried about using the Death Scythe to sharpen himself, secretly finding out all the plans of the Sword Sealing Tower Master, and being able to endure until the day when he has the power to fight back. He is a big devil with a mind that is so strong that it is terrifying. He really has nothing to do.
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"Brother, the fishing rod is fixed."
Ming Shaotu rolled up the fishing line, and his white knuckles shone like jade in the sunlight, with a faint sense of inhuman beauty.
Ning Bufan walked out of the house, took the fishing rod he handed over, weighed it, and said with a smile, "I'm going out now. I'll catch a few fish and bring them back for fish soup tonight."
Ming Shaotu chuckled, "Okay. If you can't catch any fish, you can catch some river shrimp. I'll grill them for you."
"Don't curse me."
Ning Bufan tapped him on the forehead, then leisurely walked out the door with his fishing rod on his back.
Watching his figure disappear behind the door, the smile on Ming Shaotu's face instantly faded. He sat in the yard, the sunlight cast a long shadow behind him, which did not look like a human, but was eerie and terrifying.
After a long moment, he sighed helplessly, his fingers stroking the multicolored string on his right hand, and whispered, "Today is the day."
Ning Bufan specially made this colorful rope bracelet for him on the Dragon Boat Festival. It is meant to ward off evil and eliminate disasters, and he hopes that he will be safe and successful.
Ning Bufan's craftsmanship was not good, and the knots were woven crookedly, with none of them aligning properly, but Ming Shaotu liked it very much, and even though the Dragon Boat Festival had passed for so long, he still couldn't bear to take it off.
Now, he took it off on his own initiative and placed it on the stone table.
Almost at the same time, someone knocked on the half-open door.
Ming Shaotu didn't get up to open the door, but just stared coldly in the direction of the door.
Soon, the person who knocked on the door pushed it open and walked into the yard. He was wearing a blue robe, a sword at his waist, and his faint smile made people feel like spring breeze.
"Long time no see, Wu Wen - Sword Soul."
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