Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother 88

Chapter 88: The Grand Finale

It was the third month of spring, and red silk adorned the mountain ranges on both sides of the entrance to the Xunyang Mountains. The air carried a faint and tranquil fragrance.

The large turtle was wrapped in red silk from its neck to its shell, leaving only its head exposed, and two red tassels were tied to its tail. Though the tassels looked beautiful, they made its tail uncomfortable. The turtle kicked its legs restlessly and looked up at the man holding it.

Wen Jing’s left cheek was half-covered by a purple-gold mask, and he wore a purple-gold crown on his head, with a black velvet cloak draped over his shoulders and a long red robe sweeping the ground. The right side of his face was breathtakingly handsome. This appearance made the surrounding disciples unable to help but steal a few more glances, thinking, “The new Sect Master is usually so ugly that people dare not look at him directly. Who would have thought that blocking half of his disfigurement would reveal such a handsome young man?”

The Sect Master’s wedding was an ancient and grand event, and with Hengyang Palace coming to submit, it was truly a double celebration. Jun Yanzhi had accumulated goodwill among various sects in recent years, and his submission to the Qingxu Sword Sect was of great significance. The wedding was personally presided over by Elder Yunxi, and under the leadership of Lu Changqing, all the Foundation Establishment disciples of Qingxu Sword Sect lined up in the mountains to welcome their future Peak Master!

Wen Jing gazed into the distance with a slight frown, “Why haven’t they arrived yet?”

One of the groomsmen, Guixin Bi, said calmly, “Why rush? Can he run away?”

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Wen Jing flew up silently and calmly to meet him, unable to hide the smile on his lips.

Finally, he was marrying Jun shixiong!

In the main hall of Qingxu, one hundred and fifty tables were set up, with wine cups clinking and cheerful laughter filling the air. Since Jun Yanzhi was a man, the wedding customs were naturally different from usual. Guixin Bi led the crowd to toast him one after another, trying to get him drunk.

Unfortunately, Jun Yanzhi’s alcohol tolerance seemed bottomless. Several people brought by Guixin Bi were already drunk, but Jun Yanzhi’s face only showed a slight flush, his eyes clear, without any signs of intoxication.

Wen Jing touched the small pouch at his waist, his expression slightly solemn. He thought to himself that he might have to resort to his last resort. This was a secret medicine he bought from the black market auction. The seller claimed that no matter how high one’s cultivation or willpower, as long as this pill was ingested, even a cold celestial being would turn into a soft, powerless puppet, completely at the mercy of others.

He poured a glass of wine and discreetly dissolved the pill in it, giving it a light shake. As expected, the pill quickly dissolved, colorless and tasteless, leaving no trace of its existence.

Wen Jing smiled and approached Jun Yanzhi, holding up the wine cup, “Shixiong, you, as a man, have willingly married me. I am grateful in my heart, so I’d like to toast you.”

Jun Yanzhi’s gaze flickered as he looked at Wen Jing for a moment, then he took the wine cup from him and smiled faintly, “The wine you gave me, of course, I’ll drink it all.”

With that, he tilted his head back and downed the entire cup of wine.

Wen Jing clenched his teeth, finally releasing the tension that had been hanging over him.

Jun Yanzhi only drank half of the wine before stepping away. Wen Jing glanced at his slightly unsteady steps, knowing that the medicine was starting to take effect. He couldn’t follow him just yet; he had to wait a little longer… a little longer…

Wen Renmu stood by the cliff next to the main hall, with a lively celebration behind him. He looked up at the moon, feeling no joy in his heart, but even more downcast. Wen Jing became the new Sect Master, and Jun Yanzhi was finally cleared of his grievance. In comparison, his past deeds were brought up again, and he became the target of gossip once more.

The jade slip that Yu Si gave him back then had also disappeared, and Rong Xuan had been in seclusion for a long time without seeing each other…

He sighed.

In short, his life was nothing but a complete failure.

Suddenly, soft footsteps came from behind, and a person approached and stood next to him. Wen Renmu didn’t look up at the person and didn’t want to talk, planning to turn around and leave. But then he heard a female voice say, “Wen Ren shixiong, long time no see.”

Wen Renmu was taken aback, and emotions surged in his chest, causing a slight daze. The woman called out to him again, and Wen Renmu lowered his head, immediately calming himself and fixing his hair. On the surface, he appeared composed, and when he spoke, his voice changed slightly, “Rong shimei… long time no see. When did you come out of seclusion?”

“Just came out yesterday.”

Wen Renmu adjusted his tone, “It seems you’ve reached the Foundation Establishment stage, congratulations.”

The woman, Rong Xuan, held a light blue spiritual herb and remained silent for a long time. Just as Wen Renmu didn’t know how to respond, she spoke again, “I was unable to reach the Foundation Establishment stage after several years of seclusion, feeling disheartened. At that time, I entered an illusion. In the illusion, a true immortal told me that my aptitude could not reach Foundation Establishment, but because you asked him for help on my behalf, he owed you a favor and thus helped me once. At that moment, a surge of spiritual energy flowed through my body, and when I regained consciousness, I had already entered the Foundation Establishment stage.”

Wen Renmu closed his eyes, unable to contain his joy. The person who helped him must have been Yu Si!

Rong Xuan spoke again, “Yesterday, I inquired about your past few years, and I heard that your marriage with Ji Keqing has been canceled?”

Wen Renmu murmured softly, “Yes.”

Both remained silent for a moment.

Rong Xuan continued, “My master heard that Sect Leader Duan is seeking a thousand-year-old Lingcao. She obtained one a few days ago and asked me to bring it as a wedding gift. Would you like to come with me?”

Wen Renmu’s voice trembled slightly as he smiled, “Sure, let’s go together. What kind of Lingcao is it?”

“A thousand-year-old Resurrection Grass.”

They walked one after the other in the mountains. Wen Renmu didn’t dare to act rashly and only exchanged light banter with her. Finally, they arrived at the door of the Peak Master’s room, which was tightly closed and pitch-black inside.

“Just leave the Lingcao here at the door,” Rong Xuan said with a smile, “No one dares to steal things from Sect Leader Duan’s doorstep.”

Wen Renmu laughed and replied, “Sounds good.”

They placed the Lingcao down and left, chatting and laughing in the night.

The Lingcao trembled slightly in the night breeze, emitting a faint fragrance, and a few dewdrops formed on its leaves, slowly sliding down the stem.

In the deep of night, Wen Jing silently escaped from the banquet and hurried back to his room.

After one hour of taking that medicine, it was the time when Jun Yanzhi was most weak and susceptible, making it easier for Wen Jing to have his way. He rubbed his hands, feeling a bit sordid about his actions. If it wasn’t for Jun Yanzhi’s strange behavior this past year, he wouldn’t have resorted to such a plan…

The Big Turtle was now being observed by Liu Qianmo, leaving only Jun Yanzhi in the room.

Wen Jing stood at the door, hearing some heavy breathing inside, his heart thumping.

He took a deep breath and walked in, closing the door behind him and setting up a barrier with a wave of his hand.

“Jun shixiong?”

The person lying on the bed whispered, “Shidi, what did you give me to drink?”

The hoarse and deep voice pierced through Wen Jing’s ears, making him stiff and sweaty all over. He cautiously approached the bed and said, “Shixiong, don’t worry…”

“It’s not that. Tonight, I can’t hold back anymore.”

Wen Jing lowered his head and felt his scorching lips, his fingertips slightly warm, “Then don’t hold back…”

“You don’t understand, I mean…”

Wen Jing gently unbuttoned his clothes and caressed his smooth and powerful skin, “It’s okay, if you can’t hold back, then don’t…”

“You don’t understand… You don’t understand.”

“Shixiong, I do understand.”

Jun Yanzhi closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, “If that’s the case, then I won’t be polite…”

Before he finished speaking, the skin under Wen Jing’s touch quickly changed. The cool feeling turned into a pale blue snake skin. Wen Jing looked at the transforming Jun Yanzhi in astonishment, “Shixiong, you…”

The massive python on the bed quickly regained its consciousness, coiled up and sat high, looking down at him. Jun Yanzhi’s lower half had completely transformed into a snake tail, and in a hoarse voice, he caught hold of Wen Jing, “Junior Brother, what did you give me to drink…”

“I gave you…”

The skin on the tip of the snake tail suddenly flipped, revealing a pair of large, spiky protrusions.

Wen Jing was startled and panicked, “Ah… no! No, no…”

Wasn’t it supposed to be all soft and submissive, letting him have his way? Why is it so hard now!

And wait! Does he really want to go this way with him?

His body trembled like a sieve as he hurriedly tried to escape towards the door, but before he could reach the door, his waist was tightly coiled by the massive snake tail.

There was something hard and stiff poking up.

Wen Jing’s voice carried a hint of a sob, “Shixiong, I don’t want to play this man-beast game! Really, I don’t want to! Jun Yanzhi, let go of me… I warn you… dare you… ah… mmm… Jun Yanzhi!”

The huge python seemed uncontrollable, rubbing against his shoulder and making a “hissing” sound, desperately trying to thrust that thing between his legs.

Wen Jing felt like crying but had no tears left as he was coiled and lying flat on the bed by the massive python.

With a tearing sound, something seemed to be torn.

“Jun Yanzhi… you just wait! I won’t let this go… Ah, ah, ah, don’t rush! Listen, don’t rush!”

Translator’s note: The End. 

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