Chapter 19
Jing Ming noticed that Gu Yunjue was “focused” on observing the surroundings, not responding to anything he said. With a cheerful smile, he poked Gu Yunjue’s shoulder, “I’ll take you to see the spiritual pets raised by the Palace Master. Their fur is extremely vibrant, and the best part is that they’re chubby. Each one looks so delicious, and roasting them would surely make them tender and succulent, with oil dripping all over!”
However, at that moment, Gu Yunjue suddenly turned his head. His gaze locked onto the top of a golden wutong tree. Concealed among the palm-sized leaves was a black duck, its red pupils fixed firmly on Gu Yunjue. After locking eyes for a moment, the duck seemed astonished, raising its neck with an “Oh my,” flapping its wings in an attempt to flee.
Narrowing his eyes, Gu Yunjue suddenly burst into laughter. This duck had sensed the peculiarity of his soul. How could he just let it go like that?
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As expected, upon seeing Ji Qingyuan, Mu Chen’s initially softened expression immediately turned cold. He pointed a slender finger directly down the mountain, saying, “Either you leave, or you all leave.”
Seeing Ji Qingyuan toss aside his facade of humility and walking out with a grim face while itching with hatred but unable to speak, Yue Mingze rubbed his chin and thought, “Well! He had to be scolded before leaving!”
Sitting in Mu Chen’s living room, Yu Tianyi watched Ji Qingyuan’s departing figure. His expression gradually darkened. This disciple of his actually had such an expression. He had never seen it before.
Mu Chen then pointed at Elder Xingxuan, coldly saying, “Leave her outside, don’t carry her in.” He didn’t want her to dirty his territory.
The members of the Wanjian Sect turned red-faced, infuriated to the point of heartache. They had never encountered such arrogance before, and not even their sect was given any face.
A somewhat taciturn sword cultivator, his face ash-colored, protected Elder Xingxuan who was only left with her soul. He led her over, and only when she was protected did Mu Chen allow her to stay.
Elder Xingxuan had been affected by the Seven Corpse Soul Eroding Powder, a poison that was mainly used by the demonic cultivators. Most weapons of the demonic path were highly lethal, and the Seven Corpse Soul Eroding Powder was a highly corrosive toxin. Even if it didn’t kill the opponent instantly, it would claim their life eventually if applied to a weapon. Although Mu Chen didn’t know why Elder Xingxuan had gone to the demonic realm, given Yu Tianyi’s concern for her, there was certainly a hidden secret.
In his past life, Mu Chen had given this old woman a mysterious pill to save face for Yu Tianyi. He also had a good initial impression of Ji Qingyuan. However, both of them had shown ingratitude.
Mu Chen didn’t want to waste the elixir on a dying old woman again. He picked up Elder Xingxuan, dragging her like a dead dog to an open area. With a single palm, he struck Elder Xingxuan’s chest, forcing all the toxins to accumulate in her throat. Since she liked to talk so much and still wanted to survive, she could just become mute.
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After Ji Qingyuan came out, he saw the decorations and countless spiritual medicines in Yanyang Palace. His resentment grew stronger, wondering why someone who had grown up with a golden spoon in their mouth had such good luck?
Cultivators feared the heart’s devilish desires and emphasized mental states. Ji Qingyuan, however, failed to notice how his thoughts were becoming more extreme. His aura grew increasingly heavy, which was a precursor to falling into demonic cultivation, especially for a sword cultivator whose aura was naturally heavier than others.
As Gu Yunjue and Jing Ming leisurely returned from the back mountain, they saw Ji Qingyuan with a twisted expression while grinding his teeth against a bamboo. Gu Yunjue’s lips curled and waved the cage he held, saying to the black duck inside, “Does it look delicious to you?”
“Quack~” A rough and hoarse voice filled with resentment echoed as the duck strained its neck and cried out. The entire Yanyang Palace could hear the duck’s cries. Jing Ming caught up from behind, poking Gu Yunjue’s shoulder with a smile and said, “You can’t mess with it. In the future, you can’t speak easily. The Palace Master finds noise annoying, got it?”
The duck, feeling wronged, wanted to stand up and flap its wings to express its indignation. It had been turned into a pet, confined within a chicken cage! Not allowed to eat properly and not allowed to speak! Was this any good?!
Unfortunately, it wasn’t clear whether it was intentional on Gu Yunjue’s part or not, but the cage he had chosen was too small. The duck couldn’t even turn around, it could only tilt its head back and open its mouth. Its frustration was so intense that even the three golden feathers on its head stood on end.
Gu Yunjue held it with a smile and walked towards Ji Qingyuan, sensing the increasing demonic aura on him. He asked with a cheerful mood, “Do you want to eat?”
The duck in the cage hopped around in frustration. Was that even a question? Since leaving the demonic realm, it hadn’t been properly fed in a long time.
Gu Yunjue chuckled and added, “Behave well, and you’ll have food in the future. If you don’t behave, I’ll cut off your third leg.”
The duck heard the malice in his words, instantly lying down and tucking its leg under its belly, motionless. Damn! It seemed even more like an Abyssal Demon than he did!
Jing Ming was still holding a red silk ribbon in his hand and excitedly said, “I got this from the sisters of the Red Sleeve Palace. I’ll tie it around this duck’s neck, and we can take it out for a walk when we have time.” This duck had caused him quite a bit of suffering before, and when it started making noise, it was unbearable. Now he could finally take revenge. Jing Ming hadn’t even thought about why the duck obediently listened to Gu Yunjue’s words; he was just too happy to care.
Gu Yunjue raised an eyebrow in disdain, holding the duck and walking around the mountain. How did that foolish White Wolf come up with such a ridiculous idea? Although they were brothers, Jing Ting managed to keep Yanyang Palace in order, while Jing Ming was so out of sync. If they didn’t look exactly the same, he would have suspected that Jing Ming had strayed from the nest when he was a child.
The duck stomped its foot again in frustration, “Let me tell you, I’m extremely irritable right now. As an ancient divine beast like me, even a phoenix would have to lick my feet. Yet, you dare to humiliate me with this red string!”
“Hmm?” Gu Yunjue responded with a slight hum.
The duck adjusted itself again, mumbling, “At the very least, it should be white. Black and white contrast looks better. And it also gives off a strong funeral vibe, how festive.”
Jing Ming covered his ears, getting a headache every time it spoke, “Are you crazy? Funeral vibe my ass!”
As the two continued walking and chatting with the duck, they arrived at Ji Qingyuan’s side. Gu Yunjue stopped in his tracks, a hint of calculation flashing in his eyes.
Jing Ming also looked curiously at Ji Qingyuan, his head tilted as he asked with confusion, “Are you here to pick a fight?” He promised he was genuinely curious and had no ulterior motives.
Ji Qingyuan naturally recognized the two of them. He glared at them, and Gu Yunjue happened to raise his head and smile at him. In those ink-like eyes, the undisguised malice seemed to cast a bewitching spell over Ji Qingyuan, making him feel as if he had been enchanted. The way the other was looking at him was like a predator sizing up its dying prey. This feeling made Ji Qingyuan want to resist, but his soul felt as if it were caught in the grip of a hand, leaving him without the ability to even struggle.
Suddenly, Ji Qingyuan felt a surge of spiritual power that was far beyond his own realm pressing in from all directions. His soul in the Sea of Consciousness was nearly suffocated. He felt as though he had fallen into a sea of corpses and blood, unable to struggle. The sensation of helplessness drenched his clothes in cold sweat in an instant. The chill in the wind woke him up, and when he looked at the child in front of him, he still had the same innocent smile.
But when Ji Qingyuan saw Gu Yunjue’s eyes again, there was a momentary flicker in his mind. It was as if he had been struck, and he couldn’t help but draw his sword with a choking sound. A clear sword hum alerted everyone who was already treating injuries to the unusual situation. The aura of killing intent was so heavy!
In an instant, Jing Ming picked up Gu Yunjue, retreated several zhang away, and scolded, “You shameless brat, dare to attack in my Yanyang Palace? Don’t you take a look at your own behavior!” He had just gotten a new booklet and learned quite a few words from it. He didn’t even consider what they meant, he just opened his mouth and scolded.
If Ji Qingyuan had drawn his sword subconsciously due to the stimulation of the killing intent earlier, he now genuinely wanted to kill him.
Sensing the abnormality, Mu Chen rushed forward to take a look. He immediately exploded in anger. His figure turned into a white light, and the Chixia Sword reappeared. He utilized eighty percent of his Nascent Soul stage power, swinging the sword towards Ji Qingyuan without hesitation. How dare he lay a hand on his disciple? He would crush, kill, and burn if necessary!
Mu Chen’s attack caused the defensive formation of the Yan Yang Palace to tremble. Jing Ming was the first to pick up Gu Yunjue, retreating behind Yue Mingze. Looking at Ji Qingyuan, who hadn’t fully recovered from the spiritual pressure just now, he had to hastily lift his sword to block. The strength of the two was almost equal. However, Mu Chen’s overbearing fire spiritual power directly sent him flying with a bang, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yu Tianyi’s face was equally grim. He hadn’t expected his kind-hearted junior brother to not spare even a child. Had everything before been a show for his sake? The realization that such a deeply contemplative person had been hidden right beside him made Yu Tianyi’s eyes darken.
Turning his gaze to Mu Chen, it was clear that he had no intention of stopping. Flames of white fire surrounded his body as he radiated a powerful killing intent, once again swinging his sword downwards. The movement was clean and decisive, the great sword technique being used even more dominantly than a knife technique.
The people from the Chongyun Sect didn’t dare to intervene, as they were well aware of the potency of those flames. Ji Qingyuan lifted his sword to defend himself, and Mu Chen’s eyes flashed with ruthless determination. Instead of chopping downwards, his attack changed to a horizontal slash. A miserable scream echoed, and Mu Chen had already sliced off Ji Qingyuan’s sword arm. The flames on the sword immediately consumed it, turning it to ashes.
Mu Chen tossed his long sword aside and followed up with another strike. He was determined to tear this bastard into pieces.
The onlooking disciples were left in shock: The Palace Master is so fierce!
Yu Tianyi couldn’t stand by any longer. He flashed in front of Ji Qingyuan, raising his sword to block. The collision of cold and fiery spiritual powers shook the great formation again. Mu Chen instantly froze in his tracks, his face twisted with anger. His powerful energy fluctuation made the entire place tremble.
Yu Tianyi’s face was serious, and he looked at Mu Chen with cold eyes. He didn’t want this to escalate any further. He spoke in a deep voice, “I’ll handle this matter. I’ll give you an explanation.”
Mu Chen flung his long sword aside and coldly declared, “No!”
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Author’s note: Irresponsible mini-theater:
Gu Yunjue: “Many people say that mini-theaters are entertaining. Why don’t they watch how alluring and fascinating I am?”
Black Cat: “Because they want to see the series of grievances between the author and the little uke, or the 860 ways the little uke can die!”
Gu Yunjue drew his sword.
The Black Cat took out a bathing image of Mu Chen. Caught off guard, Gu Yunjue was struck by the back of the 1600-jin greatsword. He was defeated!
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