Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 89 extra

Chapter 89 Extra: Legend of the Sect Master Bullying the Peak Master

After a night of chaos, pain, and excitement in the room, the sky gradually brightened. Wen Jing was still kneeling and lying on the bed, his body still swaying lightly. Jun Yanzhi had his forehead against the back of Wen Jing’s neck, his voice somewhat deep and hoarse, “What exactly did you give me to eat last night?”

Their bodies were closely connected, and the effects of the medicine had not completely worn off.

Wen Jing felt wronged and trembled all over. He didn’t dare to get angry and lowered his head, saying, “I didn’t give you anything. You were just drunk.”

Jun Yanzhi felt extremely frustrated in his heart, but he couldn’t control his actions. He held Wen Jing’s waist and said, “Are you feeling cold? Let’s change positions.”

With red eyes, Wen Jing obediently lay down on his side, holding the blanket, feeling somewhat insecure. Soon, a pair of slender arms embraced him from behind, pulling both of them under the covers.

“Did I frighten you last night?” The voice carried a hint of panting and seemed to be filled with a hint of guilty concern.

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He looked like a celestial being no matter how you looked at him.

Tears welled up in Wen Jing’s eyes. Jun Yanzhi was indeed someone you could admire from afar but not touch. To toy with a celestial being would undoubtedly come at a heavy price.

But why did his expression look a bit unpleasant? Although Wen Jing had drugged him last night, in the end, it was Jun Yanzhi who had taken advantage… Why was he unhappy about something?

Jun Yanzhi adjusted his clothes and sat down gently, asking, “What exactly did you give me to eat last night?”

Wen Jing dressed slowly and brushed off the question, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jun Yanzhi’s expression remained unchanged as he played with the tassels on Wen Jing’s waistband. He said slowly, “I have a snake-like body that is resistant to all poisons. If the medicine’s effect was too strong, it might have harmed you.”

Wen Jing felt like crying without tears. How could such an important matter not have been mentioned before?

He looked at Jun Yanzhi and said calmly, “Shixiong, what’s been going on with you for the past year? I’ve always been too embarrassed to ask. If you find my appearance unpleasant or have no interest in intimate matters, we can sleep separately in the future.”

Not mentioning this matter was fine, but as soon as it was brought up, Jun Yanzhi’s face turned a faint iron-blue color. Yu Si had deceived him, saying that his cultivation technique prohibited him from engaging in intimate activities or having desires, which forced him to suppress himself desperately for over a year. 

He had been skeptical, but since it involved Wen Jing, he had been extremely cautious, choosing to believe rather than doubt. Now the injury was only the beginning. If Wen Jing had to practice swordsmanship in the Zhuxian Pagoda frequently, would he have to be burned like that every time he trained?

Last night, he had been a little angry with Wen Jing during their intimacy, fearing that all his hard work for over a year would be ruined. But when he secretly circulated his energy this morning, he discovered that Yu Si was indeed spouting nonsense. That bastard with a jealous nature just didn’t want him to have an easy time!

Jun Yanzhi quickly smiled and said, “Junior Brother, you’re overthinking it. How could I not want to share a room with you?”

Wen Jing slowly withdrew his hand from Jun Yanzhi’s embrace, “Really? I felt a bit hurt these past few days.”

Jun Yanzhi’s eyes flickered, and he hugged Wen Jing tightly, saying, “Last night, last night, didn’t we…”

Wen Jing looked at him coldly, “Last night, I really made you suffer.”

Jun Yanzhi quickly teared up, “Sniff… Sniff…”

He hung his head, holding Wen Jing’s hand and whispered, “Junior Brother, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you. I’ll tell you now. A few days ago, I was practicing a technique that can heal the burns on your body, but it temporarily prohibits intimate activities.”

Wen Jing frowned, “Is there such a technique?”

A faint blue light appeared in Jun Yanzhi’s hand as he gently passed it over the injured part of Wen Jing’s hand. Looking down, Wen Jing couldn’t see anything unusual, but he felt a slight itch beneath the scar.

Jun Yanzhi smiled and said, “This technique can regenerate new skin. Unfortunately, the timing isn’t right yet. Give it a few more months, and it might help you recover your appearance.”

Wen Jing suddenly didn’t know what to say, “Thank you, Senior Martial Brother.”

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit ambiguous. The scent of fresh plants and woods emanating from Jun Yanzhi reminded Wen Jing of the moments they had spent together on Hui Shi Peak, and a smile appeared on his lips.

“Shixiong, you endured so much hardship.”

“Not really…” Jun Yanzhi replied calmly, “It’s just that Yu Si was really despicable. He lied to me, saying that practicing this technique would prohibit intimacy and also…”

“What did he say?”

“…He said that my talent was low and that it might take ten or eight years to master. I was worried that if I told you about the possibility of restoring your appearance, it would disappoint you. That’s why I didn’t want to mention it.”

Wen Jing: “…………”

He knew that there was probably a lot of exaggeration in what Jun Yanzhi said, but thinking about how Yu Si repeatedly wanted to harm him, he couldn’t help but feel guilty and distressed. “He’s narrow-minded; Shixiong, don’t stoop to his level.”

Jun Yanzhi let out a soft sigh, and his eyes seemed to glisten with tears. “I’m not good at expressing myself, but for you, I’m willing to risk my life without hesitation. But Yu Si is really cunning. I endured so much hardship this past year, constantly suppressing myself, and I almost thought I couldn’t handle it anymore…”

Wen Jing: “…………”

Who said he couldn’t handle it?! It’s utter nonsense!

Jun Yanzhi gently pressed Wen Jing onto the bed and lightly rubbed and sucked on his neck. “How about we continue in the room on the day after our wedding? I was a bit hazy last night and didn’t fully appreciate it…”

Before he knew it, Wen Jing’s clothes had come off halfway, and he was tempted by Jun Yanzhi’s actions, but suddenly, he remembered the pitiful scene from last night when he cried hoarsely and was forcefully pinned to the bed. Fear gripped him, and he immediately pushed Jun Yanzhi away, saying, “Shixiong, I’ll be resting on Yurong Peak this month; let’s talk about these things later.”

“Hmm?” Jun Yanzhi clenched his teeth tightly.

“Senior Martial Brother… as the new Peak Master of Hong Xiu Peak, you should be more involved in overseeing the disciples’ cultivation and not be negligent.” Wen Jing coughed lightly with his head down, picked up his long robe, and hurriedly ran towards the door.

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Five or six days later, rumors about a major event within the Qingxu Sword Sect spread throughout the sect.

“Have you heard the news? The Sect Master moved to Yurong Peak right after the wedding, leaving Jun Yanzhi all alone.”

“Huh? Did they have a fight?”

“Well… with the Sect Master’s dignified appearance, I doubt Jun Yanzhi could bring himself to do anything…”

“What do you mean? Isn’t the Sect Master the dominant one in their relationship?”

“Liu Qian Mo once mentioned that the Sect Master had been following Jun Yanzhi since they were young and admired him so much that it was clear who held the higher position. In fact, Jun Yanzhi only has a protective and caring feeling for the Sect Master, and there were no other romantic feelings before. Now that the Sect Master’s appearance is ruined, it’s probably just sympathy and responsibility. He sees him as a younger brother.”

“But the Sect Master’s feelings for Jun Yanzhi…”

“The Sect Master wishes to marry the HengyangPalace as soon as possible, don’t you think so?”

“In that case, Jun Yanzhi really is quite pitiful.”

“He likes both men and women and doesn’t even know it himself. But he’s truly been entangled by our Sect Master.”

Wen Jing naturally heard some gossip, but he never cared about such things, so he didn’t pay any attention. What they said was not entirely wrong; he used to follow Jun Yanzhi around all the time when they were young. They were already married now, and it was a done deal. What was there to murmur about? When he wasn’t so afraid, he would naturally go back to live with him.

He was now focusing on cultivating the Qi Ding Mountain and River Technique and also the Suxinjian Technique. In addition to that, he planned to reassign the disciples of the Sword Sect to different peaks, similar to a university system, where the peak masters and post-Foundation Establishment cultivators with different aptitudes would take turns teaching in the Qingxu Hall. Those with similar aptitudes or interested disciples could sign up to participate. However, implementing such new policies would undoubtedly face resistance, and there might be unexpected drawbacks. Whether it would be effective in practice was also a matter that needed further consideration.

One day, Gui Xin Bi and Liu Qianmo)went down the mountain and brought back a book for Wen Jing.

Wen Jing didn’t know their intention and opened the book. The first page read:

“Angry Sect Master annihilates the Hengyang Palace, Yun Shao Yi conceals resentment for decades.”

The book was not printed exquisitely, with rough paper pages. It was a cheap literature circulating in the market. After reading for a while, Wen Jing realized that the content of the book was not entirely accurate. It depicted Sect Master Xi as a hypocritical and deceitful person, while Jun Yanzhi became a graceful and innocent figure, unfairly treated. The book also expressed disdain for the Qingxu Sword Sect and defended Jun Yanzhi.

As he read further, the book portrayed the Qingxu Sword Sect merging with the Hengyang Palace through marriage, and it depicted Wen Jing as a lustful, ugly person, lusting after Jun Yanzhi, claiming that “the two generations of Sect Masters of the Sword Sect were no match for Jun Yanzhi.” Wen Jing felt more and more embarrassed and even a bit angry, so he closed the book.

Liu Qianmo said, “This book is selling extremely well in several towns. Should we investigate who is behind this mischief?”

Wen Jing replied, “This book contains only one-sided words to please the public. It won’t make a big impact. If we thoroughly investigate and expose the person behind it, it would make us appear narrow-minded—let them say what they want.”

After seeing off Lu Qian Mo and the others, Wen Jing paced around his room for a while, feeling a bit down. With his head lowered in thought, he couldn’t resist the urge and decided to go to Jun Yanzhi at Hongxiu Peak, regardless of whether it was late at night.

Jun Yanzhi was painting in his room when he heard the door open softly. Before he even looked up, he calmly asked, “Is there something you need tonight?”

While speaking, he nonchalantly crumpled the drawings on the table and put them into his sleeve.

Wen Jing, however, didn’t pay attention to what he was drawing. He seemed preoccupied and sat on the bed, unsure of how to start the conversation. Was it because his mood was affected by that vulgar book from the market?

“What are you drawing?” Wen Jing asked with a smile.

“Nothing important.”

“Is it about our usual daily life together?”

Jun Yanzhi smiled slightly, “You can say that.”

Wen Jing became interested, “Brother, you have drawn so many things over the years. Let’s look at them together tonight.”

Jun Yanzhi smiled and took out several blue-skinned books from the desk, “During this year in the HengyangPalace, I took the opportunity to draw all the previous years’ events, such as raising the turtle together, meeting again, capturing Xi Fang… and many other things from the past. I filled in each painting one by one.”

Wen Jing pointed at the drawing of the silly-looking turtle and said with a smile, “When you stole its fruit, it couldn’t react in time, and that’s the expression, as if it wanted to cry, but it felt bewildered at the same time.”

Then, he pointed to another drawing and laughed, “Is this you and Guixin Bi arguing? He looks like he deserves a good beating.”

“He deserved it even more at that time.”

Wen Jing continued to flip through the blue-skinned books, but suddenly, he stared at Jun Yanzhi without speaking or moving.

Jun Yanzhi smiled faintly, “What’s wrong with you?”

Wen Jing smiled, lowered his head, and continued flipping through the books, “It’s nothing. I just suddenly understood something.”

It turned out that being by the side of the person he loved, understanding and supporting each other, was already enough. Everything else seemed trivial and unimportant. In this world, what was important and what was not became so clear, yet sometimes, it was hard to see through and got clouded by troubles, causing unnecessary worries.

Wen Jing lowered his head and said, “I’ll sleep here tonight.”

Jun Yanzhi smiled, embraced him gently, and softly kissed his lips, lifting him up in his arms.

“Brother, in my heart, you’ve always been the most pure and elegant person, and also the most gentle…” Wen Jing confessed haltingly, blushing.

“Hmm…” A crumpled paper slipped out from the green sleeve and fell to the ground.

The paper slightly unfolded, revealing the image of a giant python entwining with a young man in an intimate manner, a scene that was the most unsightly from last night.

“Brother, what were you drawing before I came?” Wen Jing asked.

“Nothing, I was drawing our future,” Jun Yanzhi whispered.

“Really?” Wen Jing hurriedly took off Jun Yanzhi’s outer robe, “Our future… in the immortal realm?”

Jun Yanzhi pushed his clothes aside and kissed him, “You’re right, it is indeed in a realm akin to the immortal world.”

“The 7th generation Master, Wen Jing, governed the Qingxu Sword Sect for 890 years and ascended to the Upper Spirit Realm together with the Houxiang Peak Master, Jun Yanzhi. Their whereabouts are unknown. During its peak, the sect had 1,100 disciples, including 600 Foundation Building cultivators, 23 Golden Core cultivators, and 4 Nascent Soul cultivators, making it the most powerful sect in Zhufeng Kingdom. However, despite Wen Jing’s contributions to the sect, he faced criticism for marrying Jun Yanzhi. Future disciples should take this as a lesson and avoid indulging in same-sex relationships.”

—Excerpt from Chapter 8 of “Qingxu Sword Sect · Nascent Soul Elder · He Ling · Quotations.”

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Translator’s note: There are three more extra stories. 

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