Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother 87

Chapter 87

One year later, at Elder Yun Xi’s residence.

The sound of flowing water and the weight of ice and snow on the pine trees, underneath an ancient tree, a chessboard was set, with moves made both real and illusionary. Elder Yun Xi held a chess piece, gently stroking his beard, asking, “What is his intention this time?”

Li Qingyun stood by his side, calmly saying, “His intention is for Hengyang Palace and Sword Sect to merge, unless there is a reasonable excuse.”

Wen Jing sat not far away, sighing inwardly.

Elder Yun Xi smiled faintly, “What kind of excuse does he want?”

Li Qingyun replied calmly, “He didn’t specify that.”

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Elder Yun Xi appeared as if he couldn’t see and said thoughtfully, “Ji Keqing? She is indeed a good candidate…”

Wen Jing anxiously said, “Report to Elder, Ji Keqing is only a Foundation Establishment disciple and does not have a prominent background. Marrying her to Jun shixiong would seem like he doesn’t value the marriage.”

Elder Yunxi said, “Then who do you suggest for the alliance?”

“I think that since Jun shixiong is the leader of a faction and we want him to join the Sword Sect, it’s really unfair for him. If our sect wants to form a marriage alliance, only the Sect Master can handle him,” said Wen Jing with a bitter expression.

Li Qingyun gave him a cold stare.

Elder Yun Xi stroked his beard and teased, “I am the acting Sect Master now. Do you want me to form a marriage alliance with him?”

Wen Jing knew Yun Xi was teasing him and felt extremely anxious. Yun Xi chuckled, “Qingyun, go tell Jun Yanzhi that the Sect Master wants to marry him. Ask him to pack his bags and prepare for the wedding!”

By evening, Li Qingyun returned, facing Yun Xi and Wen Jing, and said, “Jun Yanzhi said he’s willing to discuss the details of dowry and betrothal gifts.”

Wen Jing’s face turned red, and he couldn’t believe it. He thought to himself, “He’s going to marry Jun shixiong!”

He stood up and said hesitantly, “It’s getting late, and I won’t disturb Elder’s rest. I’ll go back first.”

Yunxi looked at the sky and remarked, “Is it the end of the month already? Some snakes don’t like hibernating and prefer traveling from afar to sneak into people’s beds. Well, go and spend more time with him, so he’ll ask for fewer betrothal gifts.”

Wen Jing blushed intensely. It felt like he was selling himself. He immediately composed himself and said, “I don’t know what Elder is talking about. I’ll take my leave now.”

Yunxi shook his head, “Go ahead.”

As the sun set, darkness gradually enveloped the surroundings. When Wen Jing flew back along the mountain stream, it was already getting dark. The large turtle was waiting for him in front of his residence, curled up into a ball on the snowy ground.

Wen Jing picked it up, wrapped it with his clothes to keep it warm.

Sounds of rustling came from inside the room.

Wen Jing felt delighted and quietly pushed the door open. The dim room was illuminated by a faint blue light, and a massive creature, its body coiled up several times, was desperately pulling at a small blanket.

He whispered, “Shixiong?”

The giant creature on the bed paused, neatly coiled up, and looked at him with its pitiful snake head under the blue light.

Wen Jing placed the large turtle on the ground, rubbed his palms together, and climbed onto the bed. He hugged the giant python’s body, asking, “Feeling cold again?”

The snake head leaned against Wen Jing’s shoulder, and its body wrapped around him, circling him again and again.

Wen Jing lowered his head and kissed it, saying, “Shixiong…”

The snake’s forked tongue slipped into Wen Jing’s mouth, long and thick, giving him an intimate lick all over. Wen Jing felt his mouth filled up, his tongue tingling and numb, a mix of pleasure and strangeness. He softly spoke, “Shixiong, can you transform into human form?”

The snake body swayed slightly, gradually shortening and disappearing, replaced by a beautiful man in his arms.

The man was naturally naked and gently pressed Wen Jing onto the bed, their lips reuniting.

They rolled and entangled under the blankets.

When that part of Wen Jing was held by his partner, his body turned weak and tender. Jun Yanzhi’s skills were becoming increasingly proficient, and with his dual stimulation, Wen Jing’s mind became a mess, emitting moans while containing Jun Yanzhi’s tongue.

Finally, he collapsed, sweating all over, clinging tightly to Jun Yanzhi’s slightly trembling waist. “Shixiong, if we practice dual cultivation now, I can share my warm sun Qi with you, and you’ll be more comfortable.”

Jun Yanzhi’s body trembled slightly, but he remained calm. “It’s fine. Holding you like this is enough… Share your Qi with me.”

They then embraced each other, kissing again.

The moonless winter night was almost always spent like this. Wen Jing didn’t understand why Jun Yanzhi refused to practice dual cultivation, not even letting him touch, at most just embracing and cuddling.

In any case, even if Jun Yanzhi could bear it, Wen Jing couldn’t continue like this.

On their wedding night… He couldn’t let this opportunity pass.

“Shixiong, you’re going to marry me…”

“Mm, we’ll be together forever…”

Despite the dark and cold winter night, their room was filled with warmth and the colors of spring.

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“The new Sect Master of Qingxu Sword Sect is going to marry Jun Yanzhi from Hengyang Palace!”

This news exploded like a bomb, spreading throughout the kingdom within half a month. From the streets to the bamboo forests, every place where people gathered was discussing this matter.

“Didn’t the new Sect Master of Qingxu Sword Sect have a disfigurement? And Jun Yanzhi, with his unparalleled beauty, is willing to marry him? Isn’t this too unfair to him?”

“He has the Heaven-Destroying Tower, which is just a show of force. Jun Yanzhi had no choice but to marry. It’s not like he wanted this.”

“It’s such a pity…”

“Well, I heard that the Sect Master and Jun Yanzhi grew up together from a young age, and their feelings are extraordinary. Before the Sect Master’s disfigurement, he was quite handsome, and he disfigured himself to save Jun Yanzhi…”

“So, he disfigured himself for Jun Yanzhi? Then Jun Yanzhi has even more reason to marry him, right?”

“…Exactly. After disfiguring himself for Jun Yanzhi, can he really abandon him?”

“That’s where his integrity lies.”

“No, what I heard is that this Sect Master is exceptionally talented. He reached Foundation Establishment at eighteen, had an extraordinary encounter at twenty-one, and is now at the late Foundation Establishment stage at the age of twenty-two. He’s close to forming a Gold Core, which is a rare genius. Jun Yanzhi might be attracted to his abilities…”

“No, what I heard is…”

Amidst the buzzing discussions in the kingdom, Wen Jing paid no attention and meticulously prepared their wedding attire and items. On this day, he lay on the bed, wrapping the large turtle with a thin ribbon.

“Don’t move; I need to make you some clothes.” Wen Jing held the turtle’s hind legs.

The large turtle struggled frantically, pressing hard on Wen Jing’s hand.

Suddenly, a deep and stern voice came from outside the door, “Come out for a moment.”

Wen Jing was startled and immediately ran towards the door. He saw Duan Xuan’s face covered in stubble, disheveled hair, looking haggard as he held a bright red wedding attire.

Wen Jing lowered his head slightly, his heart sinking. “Master, this is Patriarch Lu’s wedding attire. Why did you take it out to look at it again?”

There seemed to be traces of tears at the corners of Duan Xuan’s eyes. “Thinking about your marriage, I took it out to have a look.”

“…”

“Wen Jing, tell me, you said that Patriarch Lu swallowed a large amount of pills to commit suicide, but that doesn’t seem like something he would do. He was always waiting for me to come out every day. How could he take his own life?”

Wen Jing dared not speak too much, so he just said, “Master, what you said is true.” He added, “Master, don’t think too much about it. When Jun shixiong and I get married, we hope you will preside over the ceremony.”

Duan Xuan seemed to calm down, tightly gripping the wedding attire, and smiled. “I will certainly preside over the ceremony for you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Duan Xuan’s expression gradually darkened, and he continued, “Wen Jing, do you know of a technique? If a cultivator with profound cultivation dies suddenly, their Nascent Soul can roam several hundred miles away from their body before dissipating. If it manages to attach itself to a millennium-old spiritual herb, it won’t be destroyed and can even undergo a transformation to be reborn. The more I think about it, the more I feel that your Master might…”

Wen Jing lowered his head and said, “Master, you’re right. Anything is possible.”

Duan Xuan nodded slightly, a hint of a smile on his face. “You focus on preparing for the wedding, and I’ll take my leave first.”

“Take care, Master.”

Wen Jing sighed softly in his heart. The technique Duan Xuan mentioned was the one Jun Yanzhi made up and told him about last year. It was just like what Duan Xuan did for him back then, giving him hope, so he wouldn’t take his own life so easily.

There was no such technique in the world. It was just a glimmer of hope for him.

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