Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 90 extra

Chapter 90 Extra: Duan Xuan Lu Zhen (Part 1)

The person before his eyes had a slender figure and a gentle smile, reminiscent of an immortal who would feed him hot buns in his dreams.

“Duan Xuan, twelve years old, at the fourth level of Qi cultivation.”

The tall and young man lifted the small boy kneeling on the ground. Though young, the boy’s eyes were cold and menacing, even with a hint of cruelty. The bruises on his face and neck were shocking, the marks from the recent flag-snatching competition among the disciples.

Lu Zhen felt a bit uneasy but remained composed as he said, “From today, you are my disciple. Work hard in your cultivation and never slack off. You will live with your shixiong and sixth shixiong from now on.”

The young boy kowtowed and said, “Thank you, Master.”

Lu Zhen looked at the small figure bowing before him and silently repeated his name in his heart. Duan Xuan was an orphan since childhood, kidnapped by human traffickers at the age of six, enduring constant abuse, even having his voice poisoned and maimed to be used for begging. At the age of eight, Duan Xuan killed those traffickers, stealing the remaining money and becoming homeless ever since.

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The boy kowtowed once more, stood up without saying a word, casually wiping the bloodstains from his face, and then wiped his dirty and torn clothes that seemed to have never been changed before.

Lu Zhen sighed inwardly and held the small boy’s hand. “In the past, nobody taught you or cared for you, but it will be different from now on, understand?”

“Yes,” the boy replied.

From this day on, he would start nurturing him slowly.

Duan Xuan obediently undressed and immersed himself in the wooden tub filled with spring water, keeping his head down. Lu Zhen brought a small stool and sat in front of him, carefully examining his wounds. Layers of dirt, bloodstains, and bruises covered his small body, and scars were scattered all over, with two old whip marks running from his shoulders to his waist, deeply embedded in his flesh.

Lu Zhen’s brow remained furrowed, his expression solemn, lost in thought. He took out a pill and handed it to Duan Xuan. “Take this. I will help you dissolve its effects. The scars from the old injuries will disappear within a month.”

The boy’s long eyelashes trembled as he swallowed the pill. “Thank you, Master.”

Lu Zhen gently patted his head, infusing his body with a continuous stream of spiritual energy to dissolve the pill. He spoke in a warm tone, “You have excellent talent. In less than ten years, you will surely reach the Foundation Establishment stage. Once you become proficient, you won’t need to fear anyone bullying you. Just remember, treat others as you want to be treated. Never resort to bullying others, especially when you grow stronger. Do you understand?”

Duan Xuan looked up at him, not fully comprehending everything, but he felt that the young man’s voice was genuinely touching, and his hands were long and warm. A strange idea emerged in his heart, wishing to be patted on the head by him for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, that hand soon left.

This marked his first day in the Huishi Peak.

At night, he moved into the room shared by his sixth shixiong and another shixiong to rest. On the second day, Lu Zhen called him to his room and handed him a set of neat and clean new clothes. “I made these overnight. They are slightly bigger than your current size. See if they fit.”

Duan Xuan knelt down and kowtowed. “Thank you, Master.”

Seeing him kowtowing for a piece of clothing, Lu Zhen felt heartbroken. However, he had to maintain his master’s demeanor and said seriously, “It’s understandable that you are young and ignorant, but as a man, remember that you should bow only to those who deserve it greatly or when you have committed significant mistakes. Otherwise, do not bow to others. Do you understand?”

Duan Xuan nodded.

“Now put on the clothes.”

Duan Xuan stood up, took off his dirty and torn clothes, and put on the new ones Lu Zhen gave him. He stood still in place.

Lu Zhen glanced at him and said warmly, “They fit just right. Now go and cultivate, and in a few days, I will check your progress.”

Duan Xuan looked up at the handsome young man, unsure how to express the emotions swirling inside him besides bowing his head and softly saying, “Thank you, Shifu.”

This marked his second day at Huishi Peak.

After settling Duan Xuan in, Lu Zhen felt that his young disciple had endured much suffering in his early years, so he paid more attention to him compared to other disciples. He often called him to his room for guidance. Duan Xuan was obedient and earnestly listened to Lu Zhen’s teachings, never uttering a word out of place and always displaying patience.

Lu Zhen grew fonder of him day by day, but with dozens of disciples under his tutelage, he had to maintain a balanced approach and not show any favoritism. Nevertheless, he occasionally hand-sewed clothes for Duan Xuan.

This went on for three to four years, during which everything was peaceful and uneventful. Lu Zhen observed Duan Xuan in secret and noticed that he had become disciplined, diligent, and no longer engaged in disputes with others. Thus, Lu Zhen gradually eased his worries. With the addition of a few younger disciples, whom he needed to focus on more, Lu Zhen found himself meeting Duan Xuan alone less often.

One early morning, while Lu Zhen was practicing in his room, a matter came knocking at his door.

The senior disciple reported, “Shifu, last night, Duan Xuan dragged four shidis out of their rooms and engaged in a fierce fight with them. Those four are now unconscious and critically injured. I seek your judgment, Master.”

Lu Zhen was taken aback. “Where is Duan Xuan now?”

“Waiting outside.”

Lu Zhen took out a pill and handed it to the senior disciple. “Divide it into four portions and have them all take it. Then bring Duan Xuan in.”

At the age of sixteen, Duan Xuan was now about the same height as Lu Zhen, but he walked in with a cold and stern expression. A scar ran from his left cheek to his ear, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were stained with blood.

Lu Zhen couldn’t decide whether he felt more heartache or anger as he asked, “What happened?”

Duan Xuan kept his head down, not saying a word.

The eldest shixiong explained, “Shifu, those four junior brothers placed the eggs of the Four-Cornered Worms in Duan Xuan’s food. After he ate it, he broke out in itchy blisters all over his body. Last night, he confronted the four of them and beat them up.”

Lu Zhen immediately understood.

Duan Xuan was not talkative and had an introverted personality. He didn’t like explaining himself or getting along with others. Among the numerous senior and junior brothers, each had their own temperament, and some of them perceived him as arrogant and disdainful, which created animosity towards him.

This incident must have been instigated by those few individuals seeking trouble with him.

The fault of this incident lay with those few individuals. If Duan Xuan had not taken action, Lu Zhen would not have let them off lightly. However, Duan Xuan nearly beat them to death, and it was possible that things could have turned irreversibly violent in the future due to his strong hostility. Lu Zhen angrily asked, “Do you know that you were wrong?”

Duan Xuan kept his head down and remained silent, refusing to admit his mistake.

Lu Zhen’s face turned ironclad with rage.

Some matters were not suitable to be discussed in front of other disciples as it would be too shameful for Lu Zhen. After a moment of contemplation, he dismissed all the other disciples, leaving only Duan Xuan in the room.

He paced slowly around the room. “I know you’ve endured for a long time. Although they bullied you first, their actions do not deserve death. If you accidentally kill them, according to the sect’s rules, it would be life for a life. Do you understand?”

Duan Xuan still kept his head low.

Lu Zhen didn’t know what Duan Xuan was thinking. He suppressed his anger and softened his tone. “In this world, all living things, even the grass and trees, possess spirituality. Those four might not be talented, but they also have parents. Even if they did wrong, they should be punished accordingly. If you truly kill them, does it benefit you in any way? Master is not only concerned about them but also about your excessive hostility, which might hinder your cultivation in the future…”

Lu Zhen wasn’t sure if Duan Xuan understood everything he said, but he saw the young man’s face turn slightly red as he listened attentively, looking cute and obedient.

Lu Zhen lectured him for about half an incense stick’s worth of time and then stopped to ask, “Do you understand what I said? Do you know that you were wrong?”

Duan Xuan nodded silently, but then he suddenly shook his head.

Lu Zhen looked at him with suspicion, feeling vexed. Did he not understand, or does he not know that he was wrong? What does nodding and shaking his head mean?

“Xiao Xuan, you have extraordinary talent, and I have high expectations for you. However, harming fellow disciples is an unforgivable sin. Our Sword Sect once suffered from discord among disciples…”

He continued to explain the history of the sect and the tragedies caused by internal strife in various sects for a long time. Lu Zhen didn’t know if Duan Xuan truly grasped the meaning, but he felt grateful for his extensive knowledge; otherwise, he would have run out of things to say by now.

Duan Xuan remained standing in place, his face slightly red, and no one knew what he was thinking. While it seemed he was not listening, he was actually listening quite attentively, but no one knew how much of it actually sank in.

After speaking for nearly half an hour, Lu Zhen’s anger had subsided, and he frowned at the unmoving youth, becoming even more annoyed. “Come here.”

Duan Xuan slowly walked forward and stood in front of Lu Zhen, his face turning red as he kept his head down. It had been a year since he had been this close to his master, even sharing a room alone.

Lu Zhen reached out and touched the wounds on his face, which were still bleeding, and asked softly, “Getting into fights with others also means getting injured, doesn’t it hurt?”

Duan Xuan nodded.

Lu Zhen had spoken so much earlier, and now he felt too tired to say anything else. He silently fetched a basin of clear water and gently cleaned the wounds for him.

The long night passed silently, and Duan Xuan glanced at Lu Zhen, hoping his wounds would never heal.

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