Chapter 29: Yujing City in the Sky-Part 7

Ti Ying eventually went to the library with Jiang Xuehe.

It was nearly closing time, and recently, several outstanding inner disciples had been punished by having to come here. Initially, everyone was curious and came to watch, but among those being punished, Hua Shi and Li Bu had bad tempers, driving everyone away with their scolding, so people gradually stopped coming.

Thus, at this moment, the library belonged only to Ti Ying and Jiang Xuehe.

But, so what?

Copying books was too boring.

The plain-colored veiled hat was folded and placed aside.

Jiang Xuehe had been writing for a while when a paper ball was thrown at him.

He didn’t dodge, keeping his eyes downcast as the paper ball hit his forehead, then fell onto the wolf hair brush in his hand.

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Unwilling to practice.

Jiang Xuehe was slightly worried.

How could she become outstanding and noticeable, successfully apprenticing under Shen Xingchuan?

If this path didn’t work, did Jiang Xuehe need to find another way?

As Jiang Xuehe pondered, Ti Ying, feeling gloomy and annoyed, slapped the table: “My scrolls, my scrolls!”

Only then did Jiang Xuehe focus on her scrolls.

He had been busy supervising her practice these days and hadn’t had time to check her scrolls.

She had too many scrolls for Jiang Xuehe to go through all at once.

So Jiang Xuehe replied, “Senior brother hasn’t finished reading them.”

Of course, Ti Ying knew he couldn’t finish them!

She did it on purpose!

Ti Ying then clutched her heart, looking dejected: “I’ve had no friends since I was little, only my scrolls to keep me company. But I’ve been so obedient, and since  senior brother didn’t let me read, I haven’t read them. Though every day and night without my scrolls, I’m incredibly sad, extremely anxious, and unbearably distressed…”

She stole a glance at Jiang Xuehe.

Jiang Xuehe continued writing while occasionally glancing at her.

There was a knowing smile in his eyes.

But he didn’t stop her from being melodramatic; instead, his eyes showed more amusement than before.

What is this—she was acting like his source of joy, entertaining him.

Ti Ying was angry; she put on a stern face and stopped being dramatic.

Jiang Xuehe asked, “Why did you stop talking?”

Ti Ying remained stubborn and incredibly cold, keeping her face stern and refusing to make him happy: “Anyway, you took my scrolls and haven’t given them back. You’re wronging me, and you have to make it up to me.”

She felt her tone wasn’t fierce enough.

Ti Ying quickly added, “I’m super hard to please!”

Upon hearing this, a glimmer appeared in Jiang Xuehe’s eyes.

He couldn’t tell if he was being accommodating or just found it amusing: “How should I make it up to you?”

Tiying quickly set her terms: “You have to copy books for me for one day… no, two days! Only then will I be satisfied!”

Jiang Xuehe asked, “What if I don’t make it up to you?”

Ti Ying was stunned.

She hadn’t expected him to refuse—wasn’t her senior brother very fond of her?

Her senior brother had been indulgent with her for so long without losing his temper!

If he didn’t make it up to her…

Ti Ying replied, “Then you won’t get to see the cute me. No one will meditate with you, no one will eat with you, no one will go to the training hall with you, and no one will talk with you.

“Senior brother, you’re so quiet; you must be very lonely usually!”

Jiang Xuehe blinked lightly.

Indeed, after meeting Ti Ying, he was no longer lonely.

However, those times when he could act recklessly without any concerns… were long gone.

Since bearing the curse, Jiang Xuehe has begun to control his temperament.

With countless sins on his back, he was driven to madness.

But he didn’t want to go mad.

He was only in his teens, and apart from killing, he hadn’t done anything meaningful. The rare warmth in his life came from his master and Qianshan. He hadn’t yet visited Qianshan, nor had he watched his junior brothers and sisters grow up. How could he resign himself to being dragged into the abyss by the curse?

If one day his junior sister left, then he would…

Ti Ying waved her hand in front of his eyes.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Jiang Xuehe came back to his senses.

He collected himself: “Alright, I’ll help you copy.”

Ti Ying immediately forgot her stern face and cheered.

She threw aside her book, wanting to jump up and run.

But Jiang Xuehe added, “Junior sister, take this time to meditate and cultivate. Haven’t you heard Yujing’s techniques several times? You said you couldn’t learn them, so you should practice more.”

Ti Ying’s expression changed.

Yes.

Besides the competitions, there was copying books, and besides copying books, there was cultivation, and besides cultivation, there were lessons to attend.

Ti Ying was reluctant.

Jiang Xuehe said, “Think about your future master.”

Ti Ying: “…”

Jiang Xuehe continued, “Think about the prodigies, the chosen ones.”

Ti Ying: “…”

Jiang Xuehe went on, “Think about…”

Ti Ying covered her ears.

“Enough! Stop it.”

She felt wronged.

“Fine, I’ll cultivate. Hmph, how come you don’t cultivate? I’ll supervise you in the future!”

Jiang Xuehe, unruffled, replied, “Because I don’t have such grand ambitions as you, and I don’t want to apprentice under such a powerful person.”

Shen Xingchuan…

He would avoid Shen Xingchuan at all costs; how could he possibly want to be under Shen Xingchuan’s watch?

As a sinner from the Duansheng Dao, he was condemned by heaven and earth. Shen Xingchuan had helped him in his youth, and Jiang Xuehe didn’t want to cause trouble for Shen Xingchuan.

Ti Ying was curious: “You don’t want this; you don’t like that; if you have no desires or ambitions, why do you stay in the Yujing Sect?”

Jiang Xuehe looked at her.

Ti Ying asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Xuehe’s voice, in the silence of the library, was both raspy and warm: “Why do you think I stay in the Yujing Sect?”

Ti Ying’s heartbeat quickened.

She slowly raised her book, hiding her face. But she was unwilling to stay hidden and peeked over the edge of the book to steal a glance at Jiang Xuehe.

Her senior brother’s eyes were like stars; their shape was beautiful, but the light within them was somewhat dim. At the corners of his eyes, there were still inconspicuous scars left by the curse…

Ti Ying’s heart suddenly became very still and very empty.

She slowly hid herself behind the book.

Jiang Xuehe expected Ti Ying to remain quiet for half an hour.

But Tiying couldn’t hold out for even a quarter of an hour.

As Jiang Xuehe was writing, a light wrapped around something flew towards him.

He tilted his face slightly to avoid it, and the light exploded near his face with a “splat,” a small splash of water landing on his cheek.

Ti Ying laughed joyfully.

She boasted as usual: “Didn’t you tell me to practice? This is my water control technique, and I’m really good at it.”

She had a water spiritual root. Although she planned to focus on swordsmanship and would rarely use her spiritual energy in the future, Jiang Xuehe insisted she learn the basics.

Jiang Xuehe slowly raised his eyes.

His eyelashes were wet and glistening. The mist blurred his vision, and as he blinked, a drop of water fell from his lashes onto his cheek.

It dampened a bit of his hair.

The young man’s eyes looked at her helplessly…

Ti Ying nervously turned her face away.

Jiang Xuehe said, “You know you can’t use spiritual energy in the library, right?”

Ti Ying, hiding her inexplicable anxiety, immediately looked up and glared at him angrily: “Then go tell on me! You tattle-tale, hmph!”

Jiang Xuehe was taken aback.

She was angry already?

Could it be…

An idea struck him: Ti Ying had been holding a grudge for telling on the spiritual roots, causing her to be punished.

Jiang Xuehe lowered his eyes.

While Ti Ying was lost in thought, trying to figure out what was bothering her, a clear light flew towards her face. This spell was slow enough that even if Ti Ying had been distracted, she could have dodged it.

But when she raised her eyes in surprise, a small splash of water exploded near her face.

Ti Ying’s eyes widened in astonishment as she looked at Jiang Xuehe.

Her senior brother!

Her normally calm, elegant, and gentle senior brother had actually used a spell to sneak attack her!

He was learning bad habits from her!

Ti Ying exclaimed, “How can you do that?”

Jiang Xuehe’s eyes seemed to curve slightly.

“Hmm, do what?”

With a flick of his brush and a casual gesture, another splash of water flew towards Ti Ying.

Ti Ying immediately got excited!

Having someone to play with—someone who didn’t mind breaking the library rules to have fun with her—she naturally let loose.

Ti Ying rubbed her hands together, ready to show her senior brother the results of her practice. “Watch this, watch this!”

Jiang Xuehe played along with her.

At first, the movements were so subtle that they were hard to detect. However, as the two continued to use their spiritual energy, the residual energy in the air accumulated more and more. Suddenly, Jiang Xuehe heard a faint “crack” sound, gradually approaching.

Jiang Xuehe abruptly raised his head, looking in the direction he believed the sound was coming from.

At a high window in the library, a mechanism was triggered by the fluctuation of spiritual energy, aiming at the young boy and girl below.

The array lit up, and with the mechanism’s conditions met, three spinning arrows, concealed by the spiritual energy, shot downward.

Jiang Xuehe had no time to shout a warning. He knew that even if he did, Ti Ying’s reaction and abilities wouldn’t allow her to dodge in time.

Jiang Xuehe suddenly sprang into action.

His gray robe fluttered as he moved swiftly and sharply. Ti Ying looked up in shock to see her senior brother, who had been writing, leap into the air and lunge towards her.

She couldn’t react in time.

In an instant, Ti Ying was scooped into Jiang Xuehe’s arms.

The young man, with her in tow, teleported on the spot.

Arrows continued to shoot from the high window.

They were not accurate enough, allowing Jiang Xuehe to dodge them with Ti Ying in his arms.

Ti Ying, feeling dizzy, collided with Jiang Xuehe’s chest, once again catching a whiff of his cool, snow-like scent. She glanced outside and saw many arrows flying towards them as they spun through the air like white cranes to avoid them.

Her senior brother was truly impressive.

So many arrows, hitting tables, walls, and bookshelves, would disappear upon impact, returning to the mechanism to be fired again. It seemed the arrows wouldn’t stop until they hit their target. Yet Jiang Xuehe managed to evade every single one.

This reassured Ti Ying.

But she heard Jiang Xuehe’s low voice: “Little Ying, something’s wrong.”

Ti Ying looked up from his arms and said, “What—ah.”

The ground beneath them cracked.

Jiang Xuehe felt something was off as soon as he stepped on it. He quickly gathered his energy and moved again, lightly brushing past the walls. But even his sleeve touching the walls caused them to crack.

The bookshelves below them in the library started to rotate rapidly, shifting positions, leaving Jiang Xuehe and Ti Ying with nowhere to land.

At the same time, the skylight above opened, and the array’s light was so bright that even Ti Ying could see it.

A massive torrent of water surged towards them.

The torrent, filled with spiritual energy and murderous intent, rushed directly at them. Jiang Xuehe dared not move recklessly anymore, realizing that further impulsive actions under this unfamiliar mechanism might trigger even more formidable arrays.

Besides, this was the Yujing Sect’s library, frequented by sect disciples. Even if they accidentally triggered the mechanism, the Yujing Sect wouldn’t intentionally kill its own disciples.

He figured this out in a split second.

Amid Ti Ying’s scream, they were both struck by the torrent, pressed into the cracked ground.

The water continued to flow.

Jiang Xuehe and Ti Ying seemed to be falling into a sea, their breaths held.

Ti Ying looked up, shocked to find that they were surrounded by walls on all sides, still descending into the fissure. The pouring water formed an inescapable tide within the crack, enveloping them.

The air was instantly squeezed out.

Simultaneously, Ti Ying noticed the walls closing in on her and her senior brother.

As Ti Ying’s mind raced to process all this, the walls had already closed in, leaving them barely any space to breathe.

“Crackle.”

The walls continued to converge.

Floating in the water, unable to speak, Ti Ying clung to Jiang Xuehe’s sleeve in panic, looking at her senior brother for help.

What should they do?

The walls pressed against their shoulders.

Jiang Xuehe had to hold her tightly; their bodies were pressed closely together to fit in this extremely confined space.

But even Jiang Xuehe, usually so calm, showed a hint of seriousness.

The walls were still shrinking.

What was going on?

Ti Ying buried her face in his chest, the water surging around them and the space closing in. If the walls continued to press, how would they find footing?

Ti Ying’s back touched the wall.

She tried to use a spell to blast it open, but it was ineffective. This must have been a pre-arranged array, not something they could easily break.

Ti Ying’s back started to ache from the pressure.

The wall kept pushing her forward.

But she couldn’t move forward anymore… Her senior brother was also being pushed by the wall behind him, unable to move.

However, the walls on the sides began to stop.

This indicated that there was a limit to how much they could close.

The Yujung Sect wouldn’t set a lethal trap for its disciples.

But… but… Ti Ying’s spine was hurting from the pressure, and her chest, pressed tightly against her senior brother, was also starting to ache.

The walls didn’t stop.

Ti Ying’s mind raced, quickly trying to think of a solution.

She suddenly cast a transformation spell on herself, hoping in her haste that her rudimentary skills wouldn’t fail her and would work this time.

Jiang Xuehe seemed to have the same idea.

As Ti Ying cast the spell on herself, Jiang Xuehe simultaneously cast a spell on her as well.

The transformation spell worked.

Ti Ying vanished, replaced by a pure white spirit cat.

Soft and boneless, the small cat climbed onto Jiang Xuehe’s arm.

The little cat, shivering, clung to Jiang Xuehe’s sleeve, crawling into his sleeve. Jiang Xuehe didn’t have time to stop her as the boneless cat wriggled through his sleeve, seeking a place to stay.

Finally, the walls stopped pressing.

The boy, soaked in water, his robe billowing and hair disheveled, stood still.

The wet little cat emerged from his sleeve, crawled from behind his neck, and perched on his shoulder.

Seeing the walls stop, the little cat sighed in relief.

Jiang Xuehe clenched his fist lightly within his sleeve, closing his eyes with a gentle tremor of his eyelashes.

He couldn’t lose control.

The little cat was still on his shoulder.

Ti Ying stood on Jiang Xuehe’s shoulder, looking around the narrow passage from the cat’s perspective.

Looking up, she couldn’t see the top; looking down, she saw her senior brother’s hair, the scars on his neck extending to behind his ear…

Ti Ying trembled, realizing she might have scratched his neck…

Feeling guilty, she glanced at her paws and then curiously rubbed his neck with her paw.

Jiang Xuehe suddenly reached out and scooped her into his arms.

He looked down at the spirit cat’s round, dark eyes—exactly like his little junior sister’s.

Jiang Xuehe gazed at her with a calm expression.

Ti Ying looked up, seeing her senior brother’s face up close for the first time.

So large, so beautiful, so clean…

Her tail wrapped around his neck.

Ti Ying began to feel the thinness of the air, her breathing becoming difficult.

Her spiritual energy was not as strong as others’.

At this moment, her exhaustion was magnified, and Ti Ying couldn’t draw energy from her spiritual sea of consciousness to keep going. Breathing underwater was becoming increasingly hard.

This was a kind of exhaustion only she could feel.

She couldn’t breathe and could only turn to her senior brother for help.

Ti Ying anxiously wriggled around in Jiang Xuehe’s arms. Jiang Xuehe tried to grab her but missed every time.

Once again, she popped out of his collar, and Jiang Xuehe lifted her up in front of him, his gaze stern, signaling her to stop causing trouble.

In Jiang Xuehe’s bewildered confusion, the little cat’s moist, triangular mouth suddenly pressed forward, giving his lips a light touch.

Jiang Xuehe’s eyebrows twitched: “…”

He was stunned, his grip loosening, causing the little cat to fall. But Ti Ying, incredibly agile, clung to his neck, not letting go. Seeing his slow reaction, she pecked his lips again and anxiously looked up at him.

Water bubbles formed on Jiang Xuehe’s forehead.

His lowered eyelashes were also wet.

As Ti Ying was on the brink of despair, he pulled her into his arms, his eyes like spring water, looking down at the little cat still trying to cling to him.

In Ti Ying’s ears, Jiang Xuehe’s voice echoed through a voice transmission: “Are you unable to breathe?”

Ti Ying was overjoyed.

She had exhausted her spiritual energy to the point of being unable to use the voice transmission, thinking she was doomed to die in the form of a transformed little cat. But her senior brother… finally understood.

However, however… Ti Ying’s transformed cat form was extraordinarily soft to dodge the walls without a single bone to find. How could Jiang Xuehe locate her spiritual meridians?

Indeed, Ti Ying saw Jiang Xuehe grab her cat paw, but he couldn’t find her meridians after several attempts.

He wanted to transfer his spiritual energy to her but didn’t know where to start.

Tears silently welled up in the little cat’s eyes.

Her vision was already going dark; stars were dancing before her eyes. She was sure she would die in this inexplicable, narrow passage…

Jiang Xuehe suddenly leaned closer.

In her fading consciousness, Ti Ying heard Jiang Xuehe’s hoarse voice: “Junior sister, open your mouth.”

In her desperation, she did whatever he told her to do.

The little cat opened its mouth.

A stream of spiritual energy flowed from her triangular mouth, entering her spiritual meridians, reaching her spiritual sea of consciousness, replenishing her depleted spiritual pool, and saving her.

Ti Ying’s vision gradually cleared.

She saw Jiang Xuehe’s enlarged face, which was extremely close.

So close… she could see every fine line on his lips, distinguish the shade of red they were, and notice how pale his cheeks were, while the tip of his tongue was red…

In this deep-sea-like, enclosed, narrow passage, Jiang Xuehe held a cat, lifting her to his face.

He leaned forward and slightly parted his lips, almost touching the little cat but not quite.

As they floated underwater, his senior brother’s face was excessively elegant, and his lips were a striking shade of red.

He closed his eyes, not looking at her.

But Ti Ying could count every tiny water bubble on his eyelashes.

Clear and abundant spiritual energy flowed from his mouth into hers.

This should have been an incredibly intimate method of transferring spiritual energy, used only between Taoist partners.

Ti Ying didn’t know this.

She only knew that her senior brother was a good person.

She only knew… that while looking at her senior brother’s face, seeing the wounds on his neck and the emaciated hands holding her, she inexplicably wished to see him without these injuries, like in his spiritual sea of consciousness.

Time seemed to stand still.

Time also seemed to pass more quickly.

No one outside knew about the commotion within this secret realm of the library.

People outside were still engrossed in discussing the grandeur of the Wushen Palace today, speculating on the reason for the Great Heavenly Official’s change of color—whether he had foreseen some disaster.

Nan Hong had gone to discuss matters with Elder Hua.

The content of their discussion was unknown to everyone.

The result of the discussion was that, under the sparse moonlight, a few lamps were lit in the guest rooms. Nan Hong sat at a long desk, flipping through the records of the disciples of the Yujing Sect for this year.

The overly distant Great Destiny Technique wouldn’t reveal all details completely.

Nan Hong guessed that this should be the reason why, when he used the Great Destiny Technique today, he could no longer identify the person among the disciples who would kill him.

But the failure of the Destiny Technique didn’t change the identity of the Great Heavenly Official.

Nan Hong coldly scanned the names on the list—his gaze fell on the name “Nan Yuan” immediately.

The Great Destiny Technique foresees everything. Light flickered in Nan Hong’s eyes, and gradually, his hand holding the register began to tremble, fear creeping into his heart.

Nan Yuan.

Nan Yuan!

His… daughter, who was abandoned and ordered to be killed right after birth,.

From the moment she was born, he saw the vision of the Wushen Palace’s destruction and the death of his entire family in her clear eyes.

She was an ill-fated daughter.

This child, from the moment of her birth, had become Nan Hong’s nemesis.

He had ordered the child to be killed… but now it seemed that the child was still alive.

Not only was she alive, but she also knew her own origins. She had taken the name Nan Yuan and appeared in the Yujing Sect… Could she be the one he foresaw today—the one who would kill him?

Nan Hong’s eyes darkened.

It appeared someone had saved his daughter.

The Great Destiny Technique is about following destiny.

He never defied destiny.

His only fear was his own death and the destruction of the Wushen Palace.

Nan Yuan could not be allowed to live.

Nan Hong instructed the goddess and the heavenly officials waiting outside for orders: “Tomorrow, get the list of those chosen by the Yujing Sect as potential disciples. See if any of them are inclined towards our Wushen Palace.

“Use the Destiny Technique to hint to the selectors and tell them that I will demand Yujing Sect make the ‘Heaven’s Eye’ trial available to everyone tomorrow. If someone can kill Nan Yuan during the ‘Heaven’s Eye’ trial, he will become my personal disciple directly.

“The next Great Heavenly Official or Great Goddess will be him.

“Also, find out who saved Nan Yuan back then and kill them without exception.”

Nan Hong smiled coldly as he looked at his disciples outside the window and murmured, “Of course, if you can kill Nan Yuan, I will choose you too.”

The goddess and the heavenly officials outside responded, “We obey the Great Heavenly Official’s command.”

Late at night, the library should have been empty.

Shen Yushu came to pick out a few books.

She didn’t have an inner disciple in mind yet, but she was sure to take on one this year. Both she and her brother had reached the age to take on disciples…

Shen Yushu was surprised when she told her brother she was going to the library to select coursework for her future disciple, and that usually cold and emotionless brother actually said, “I’ll come with you.”

Shen Yushu was astonished.

She thought Shen Xingchuan cared for nothing but his humanoid sword, Yue Nu.

So, in the library corridor, Shen Yushu walked with a lamp, and Shen Xingchuan followed behind.

Shen Yushu smiled slightly at her brother.

“Brother, is there something you need to talk about in private? Is that why you came with me?”

Shen Xingchuan nodded.

He said calmly, “What do you think about the position of sect master?”

Shen Yushu was taken aback, then laughed.

She shook her head.

“What can I think? In terms of cultivation, I am not the best. In terms of talent, I am the worst among the elders. In terms of achievements, I have nothing worth mentioning… The position of Sect Master has nothing to do with me.”

She spoke and suddenly paused.

She looked up at Shen Xingchuan.

She slowly said, “Do you have thoughts about it?”

Shen Xingchuan’s face remained indifferent and noncommittal.

He said, “It’s not impossible.”

Shen Yushu exclaimed, “You’re crazy…”

With their family background and qualifications, how could they compare with the other elders?

The idea that a sword cultivator in the eyes of the world would have thoughts of becoming a sect master seemed impossible.

In the narrow underwater passage below the library, the transformed little cat, Ti Ying, lay in Jiang Xuehe’s arms, starting to feel sleepy.

She estimated that she and her senior brother would be trapped here overnight and would only be rescued when the library elder came on duty the next day…

Suddenly, Ti Ying heard faint sounds.

Jiang Xuehe had transferred too much spiritual energy to her, making her unusually sharp-eared and keen-eyed, and she noticed a very small sound coming from above…

Ti Ying immediately looked up towards the source of the water flow.

She identified the sound and was overjoyed.

“Elder Shen!”

The little cat’s eyes sparkled with radiant beauty.

The heroic voice of Elder Shen Xingchuan, her future master, came to rescue her!

Ti Ying immediately stepped on Jiang Xuehe’s shoulder and swam upwards to signal.

Jiang Xuehe grabbed her back.

Ti Ying was puzzled.

Jiang Xuehe’s face remained calm, his eyes dark, as he looked her over. She couldn’t discern any emotion in his overly serene eyes.

The next moment, Ti Ying was stuffed into Jiang Xuehe’s sleeve.

Jiang Xuehe’s voice transmission: “Don’t move, let me handle this.”

Even if Ti Ying changed back to her human form, she would be soaked.

He shouldn’t let outsiders see her like this.