Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 45

Translator: SilverNeko

Editor: Dancing Dolphins Yo!

The first round of compet.i.tion lasted five days. He Ling, Jun YanZhi, and Wen Jing's momentum rose like bamboo, it was unstoppable!

He Ling's《Four Winds》technique was one level stronger. The violent, blade-like whirlwind engulfed the platform. It was ruthless and left no leeway. Everywhere it pa.s.sed was left in a mess similar to his impatient temper, wanting the fight to end immediately.

He won seven rounds and lost three, gaining 29 little stones and successfully entering the second round.

Jun YanZhi's《Ku Mu Method》had only been trained to the first level. However, the penetrating strength made it hard to withstand. It was more than enough to sweep up all of the low level Foundation Building disciples. The strange thing was that although the technique's lethality was extremely high, it would always be able to stop at the last moment and not go farther than necessary. This was against the purpose of the《Ku Mu Method》 which was to harm as long as it was used.

The character of the sword was the same as the character of the person. Although the sword technique was superb, it was modest and tolerant. It made the viewers feel as if a spring breeze pa.s.sed by. This made it more popular with people than the original《Ku Mu Method》. Paired with his original high face value, it was pleasing to the eyes.

He won six rounds and lost four, gaining 22 little stones and successfully entering the second round.

If He Ling's matches were like a western disaster film, and Jun YanZhi's matches were like a beautiful Tsui Hark[1] movie, then Wen Jing's matches were like a comedy show.

In this comedy show, the male protagonist only knew one move, which was to swing the sword.

The Qing Xu disciples had never seen someone like this. Other than using a swing filled with light energy sword Qi, it was another swing with light energy sword Qi. Not even the simplest fire bomb technique was used. No matter what technique the other person used, Wen Jing would only use sword Qi to hit it. Otherwise, he would run around the platform while holding onto his head. People couldn't help but laugh.

Unless it was blocked with a boundary, the sword Qi that formed when he swung the sword truly had the power of a little dragon charging towards the sky. It was lofty and pa.s.sionate, making people unable to look away and feeling both a combination of tingling and coolness.

Reality proved that comedy films had the highest box office incomes. Thus, most of the sect's disciples came to watch Wen Jing's matches. They all laughed, yelled, and called Wen Jing brother or bro.

On the fifth day, the compet.i.tion ended. He won ten rounds and lost none, gaining 42 little stones and successfully entering the second round.

Since Wen Jing left closed-door cultivation, he hadn't seen Duan Xuan at all. At first, he didn't care too much about it. He did not expect that one night, when he was practicing the sword, Duan Xuan would come over unannounced, dropping down from the sky.

"Ambition Guides" Duan Xuan landed on the ground and simply said the name of a sword technique.

The tortoise laid on the ground, stupidly watching.

Duan Xuan had already taught Wen Jing this move for over half a year's worth of time. Since then, they had yet to meet again. Wen Jing knew that he wanted to check his progress. Although he didn't want to, he had no choice but to use "Ambition Guides." His movements met the standards. There were no major errors, but he did not have enough Sword Qi.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to the freezing point. Duan Xuan silently watched Wen Jing, the air surrounding him dark and cold, containing swirls of freezing winds.

"You've practiced for over a year, and this is the result?" Duan Xuan's voice was low and severe. Every word flew out as if they were knives. "Got distracted?"

"I, I didn't get distracted!" Wen Jing hastily clarified, "I'm stupid!"

Duan Xuan gloomily said: "You're stupid, and you can still justify it? Are you not ashamed, bragging so unabashedly? From what I see, you're not stupid. You just got distracted!"

"I wasn't distracted……" Wen Jing dejectedly dropped his head.

Things stood at a standstill. It was at this moment that Jun YanZhi floated down from the sky, carrying a plate of dishes overflowing with the fragrance of alcohol. It was as if he was planning to drink together with someone. At first, he didn't know what had happened, but once he saw Duan Xuan's expression, he somewhat understood the situation. It was just that Duan Xuan had already seen him so he could only land and greet: "s.h.i.+fu."

Duan Xuan glanced at Jun YanZhi and then gave a cold humph to Wen Jing: "You weren't distracted?"

Wen Jing didn't know what to say. Right now, even though he had a mouth, it was hard to explain. No matter what he said, it wouldn't be credible.

Duan Xuan coldly said: "Until you can perfect the sword technique, you two cannot meet." He then turned towards Jun YanZhi: "I can trust you. However, your s.h.i.+di is young and has difficulties concentrating. Don't distract him in the next few days."

Jun YanZhi lowered his head and bit his lips, but he still had to respond: "Understood."

He had intended to drink wine and catch up with Wen Jing tonight. As soon as the hot wine entered the stomach, it was very easy for something to happen. Tomorrow morning, he could just let himself be bullied, pitifully. If it still was not enough, he could just cry a little. It truly was that no matter how much people schemed, they could not beat the heavens. Something unexpected happened again……

What should he do now?

That night, the tortoise quietly sat by his side. Wen Jing stoked the tortoise's sh.e.l.l and had just entered sleep when a familiar sound came from the window. A python stretched out its head, investigating outside. It was quietly flicking its tongue. It seemed a little shy as it twisted its body.

Wen Jing couldn't help but lower his head. This appearance of acting spoiled matched with the fierce-looking snakehead. It was really a bit strange……However, this python held a place in his heart. It was appropriate no matter how spoiled it acted. Other people may not like it, but could he not like it?

Additionally, this python got angry over the smallest of things. It couldn't bear others saying a single bad thing about it. Otherwise, it would show its temper and cause trouble. Wen Jing didn't dare to talk recklessly and used a gentle tone of voice to say: "You've finally come. I really missed you."

The python once again shyly twisted, crawling in from the window. The tongue made "sssss" sounds. It went round and round Wen Jing, wrapping him up.

Sure enough, after being separated for a year, he missed it a lot……

Wen Jing tightly hugged him for awhile and gently sighed: "I'm still the closest with you ah." He felt around the bed, saw the tortoise desperately crawling towards the door, and was perplexed: "The tortoise always runs……"

He hadn't finished talking when the snake's tongue pa.s.sed over his cheek, bringing an inexplicable drowsiness. Wen Jing's head was dizzy and heavy. It was as if something thin and slippery drilled inwards from his mouth. He couldn't keep his eyes open……

This strange drowsiness seemed a little familiar……

Wen Jing's head dropped and darkness surrounded him as he entered into a state of sleepiness. His body refused to listen to him and it couldn't help but soften.

"Bang" "bang" rang out. The windows and doors were tightly shut. The room was covered in darkness.

The python twisted on top of his body, unscrupulously sticking to his bare, exposed skin. The snakehead also greedily nudged open his thin underclothes. Rubbing and licking his smooth shoulder. The feeling of that skin was amazing. The snake body twisted around for awhile. A slit in his scales split open, completely revealing a pair of bared items. Wen Jing didn't feel anything, but his pants were pulled loose by the snake, revealing a long youthful thigh.

The python was a G.o.dly beast. Its abilities couldn't be compared to normal beast and spirits. The tips of that pair of items were slightly wet, pumping against Wen Jing's leg a few times, secreting something unknown, and rubbing it on Wen Jing in a place that couldn't be said.

Not long after, Wen Jing's whole body flushed red. He hugged the python by his side, gently breathing.

As for what Jun YanZhi did that night specifically, because the light was too dim, the author didn't see clearly. Therefore, the author has set this aside for now. Once they have figured it out, then they'll write about it.

When Wen Jing woke up the next day, the doors and windows were wide open. Freezing mountain wind blew through the room, diminis.h.i.+ng one's thoughts of wanting to leave the bed. The bed was also empty. The python had slipped away without a trace.

Wen Jing got up and went to the doorway. He touched his neat clothing and vaguely felt that something was wrong. He lowered his head to touch his pants, finding that they were sticky and wet. Only then did he understand what went wrong. He blushed and promptly took a cold shower.

As such, the things of that night were like a drizzle in the spring night. As soon as the sun came out, not even a single trace of it was left.

Other than when he was competing on the platform, Wen Jing never saw Jun YanZhi again. The two people had no meetings. It almost seemed as if they had returned to the time when he first entered the sect where both of them had no contact with the other.

Every time Jun YanZhi saw him, he would only elegantly nod at him without saying anything.

Wen Jing naturally felt too embarra.s.sed to find Jun YanZhi. Even without Duan Xuan's command, the things he did a year ago weren't good. Although Jun s.h.i.+xiong never brought it up, he couldn't be so shameless as to pretend that nothing had happened.

There was no point in thinking about these upsetting things. Wen Jing put all his concentration into practicing the sword, training hard day and night.

After half a month pa.s.sed, the third round of the compet.i.tion finally ended.

Hui s.h.i.+ peak was like the sun at noon. Their momentum was completely unstoppable.

He Ling had the highest achievement. Within the sect's Foundation Building disciples, he ranked ninth. He could choose two high grade techniques, two middle grade techniques, two high grade weapons, two middle grade weapons, 300 spiritual pills, and 300 spirit stones.

Jun YanZhi didn't manage to make it in the top ten. He ranked 17th among the Foundation Building disciples. He could choose one high grade technique, one high grade weapon, a middle grade weapon, 200 spiritual pills, and 200 spirit stones.

Because the two people's ages were below 30, both He Ling and Jun YanZhi each received an additional high grade weapon and 100 spirit stones.

Wen Jing, on the other hand, became an outstanding talent in the midst of the Qi Refining stage disciples. He ranked second and received a high grade technique, a high grade weapon, 100 spiritual pills, and 100 spirit stones.

The Five Great sect compet.i.tion would start in two months. Wen Jing had things on his mind. Like an idiot, he removed himself from all secular affairs. When he was practicing the sword, he kept his mind blank. However, he still ended up in a daze, talking to himself. This appearance would definitely be made fun of. Wen Jing decided to go down the mountain and choose a secluded area to practice the sword. It was comparable to being in close-door cultivation. He didn't see a single person all day long.

When he returned to his room today, Wen Jing saw a slip of paper squashed under the tortoise.

"We're leaving tomorrow afternoon, don't forget. – Jun YanZhi"

Wen Jing frowned. His emotions fluctuated chaotically.

When the Five Great sect compet.i.tion started, would everyone tragically die like it happened in the book, a scene of blood flowing? He had some small success in the sword technique that he practiced. Would it be enough to find the demonic cultivator?

Zhangsun Shaoyi, just who was this person?

Footnotes:

[1] Tsui Hark is a Asian director. I have never watched any of his films but based on the context. He should someone who directed really beautiful films full of elegance. You can also search him up on google for extra information.

Tn: Did anyone else just picture the author as another fujos.h.i.+ squatting in the corner, hiding in the dark, and taking notes furiously to describe the scene she's watching?

Also, I posted a novel recommendation . ^^

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