Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 48

Translator: SilverNeko

Editor: Dancing Dolphins Yo!

Wen Jing cried out “not good” on the inside, increased his speed, and arrived near the shadowy part of a snowy mountain. The landscape of Sky Balance sect consisted of winter snow mountains scattered everywhere, old and desolate with little difference between each one. It made it impossible to know where this location was.

The cold winds whistled as his long hair danced chaotically.

Under the light of the scattered night light stones, a person could be seen lying on the ground, while another person stood with his back to him.

His figure was covered in the darkness, blurry and unclear. It was hard to identify. Wen Jing stretched his head and observed for a long time, but he couldn't clearly see the person's outline.

The blood flowed out and pooled on the ground. A man laid curled up. His twisted face rested next to the turquoise night light stone, reflecting the ghastly beauty of a cruel death. He ground his teeth in anger but also with fear: "So it was you……Yun Shaoyi……I should've killed you……a long time ago……"

Wen Jing excitedly heard the sound of his thumping heart.

Yun Shaoyi!

It was actually him!

This name didn't belong to anyone else but the ten-year-old youth from Heng Yuan[1] palace, who had once had an outburst of his demonic nature and killed four hundred some people. It must be him, right? How many Yun Shaoyis were there in this world that also had demonic Qi?

After the system gave Wen Jing the clue "Zhangsun Shaoyi," he then shed his heart's blood (put in all his effort) to find everything regarding the person. Accidentally, he came across the name "Yun Shaoyi."  When he found it, he obviously didn't arbitrarily go through it.

Didn't Yun Shaoyi tragically die that year with his family? How did he jump out?

Looking at it now, it was extremely possible that "Zhangsun Shaoyi" and "Yun Shaoyi" were the same person. How did he change his surname? Also, what was the meaning of the word "Zhangsun?"

The slender outline didn't bother to respond to the man on the ground. With a strike of his sword, he fiercely stabbed it into his heart. The body of the man drooped down like a puppet that had its strings cut. He laid on the snowy ground motionlessly.

Wen Jing was filled with fear, as he stretched his head out to take a look. He only hoped that the figure would turn his head around and let him get a clear look at who he was.

That person wiped his sword in the night but didn't turn his head and directly flew away under the moonlight.

Wen Jing didn't dare to chase. His mind was in an unbearable mess. Once that figure went far away, he finally came to the side of the corpse. Fresh blood flowed over the white snow. That person's body was full of marks from the sword. Without a distinguis.h.i.+ng feature, he couldn't tell what technique was used. Just with the marks on this person's body that were drawn with a profound cultivation level, it seemed to be filled with hatred.

The person who used the sword just now had to have at least a cultivation level at the Golden Core stage.

If the system could continue to give him clues like this, he had a great possibility of finding out the ident.i.ty of "Yun Shaoyi."

In the whistling of the cold winds, Wen Jing calmed down for a moment then quickly ran towards his place of residence.

He flew for a long time, following the arrow back. Wen Jing carefully entered through the window. Jun YanZhi still hadn't come back. The room didn't have a single living being. He glanced around then calmly took off his clothes and burrowed into the thick and heavy blanket. He stared at the ceiling in a daze.

He hesitated a bit and then pulled his sleeping clothes loose again. It looked the same as when he had left.

When Yun Shaoyi caused the end of his whole family, he wasn't ten yet. Now that sixteen years had pa.s.sed, he should be about the age of He Ling and Jun YanZhi. There were too many people around this age. Wen Jing's head seemed to be filled with a thousand needle heads and ten thousand strings; everything was a mess. It was as chaotic as if hundreds of flies were randomly flying around.

Not long after, a quiet sound came from the window. Wen Jing laid down on the bed in a hurry and closed his eyes.

That person quietly landed in the room, soundless. He took off his clothes and got on the bed. The cold air could even penetrate through the blanket. Jun YanZhi smoothly settled himself in his arms, found a comfortable position to rest on, and then stopped moving.

Inside Wen Jing's heart, a small gust of cold air blew around. He half sat up and rubbed his tranquil eyes.: "s.h.i.+xiong, where did you go just now?"

Jun YanZhi's expression slightly changed then immediately returned to normal: "You're awake?" He didn't mind and turned onto his back: "I just went to practice my sword. The compet.i.tion is about to start. I can't sleep."

"Oh."

"Sleep. Let's not talk too much." After he finished talking, he turned around and didn't pay any attention to him anymore.

In the morning the next day, the sky was a bit overcast.

Jun YanZhi rested in Wen Jing's arms. The thoughts in Wen Jing's mind were chaotic, and he couldn't sleep well for a whole night. The shadows under his eyes were heavy and he looked like a malnourished ghost.

"s.h.i.+xiong, good morning." He greeted with his head heavy and feet light.

"You aren't very spirited." Jun YanZhi lightly said.

"My head hurts a little." Wen Jing held his forehead, concealing the truth. He revealed a half white and half green face, "I'm at the peak of the thirteenth level. Occasionally, my Qi will overflow and become agitated. I just need to practice my sword."

"En." Wen Jing picked up his sword without any energy and left.

As long as he held the sword, he could easily forget troubling things. Although he only knew one move, "Ambition Guides," he didn't find it tedious. He found a small corner outside his living quarters in the snow and practiced that one move for the whole day.

He Ling and Jun YanZhi stood side by side next to the window and watched.

Jun YanZhi seemed to be lost in thought as he quietly said: "How immersed this kid is when practicing the sword is scary. Maybe in the future, his achievements will be higher than both you and me."

He Ling's expression was as indifferent as a block of ice, however, in his eyes was a small fire: "It's not maybe. It's definitely."

This phrase suddenly made Jun YanZhi a bit unhappy. He couldn't tell why. Just as he was about to talk, he was caught off guard by a wave of pain in his head. It was like a spoon was scooping out his head, wanting to devour him. He immediately suppressed the pain with some force. However, his body couldn't help but stretch taut.

"What's wrong?" He Ling sensed the suddenly chaotic Qi and felt as if something was not right. He turned his head and looked at him.

Jun YanZhi's expression recovered its indifference: "Nothing. Second s.h.i.+xiong, what do you mean by your words?"

"When other people wave the sword, they just have to swing over ten thousand times, and they would think it superb and feel no need to continue. s.h.i.+fu commanded him to swing fifty thousand times, but he still felt that it wasn't enough and swung another seventy to eighty thousand times just so his Qi and the sword could become one. It's not that other people don't want to. It's just that they can't determine the subtle difference when the sword and Qi become one, and gradually start to give up. However, he swings the sword all day long to the point of forgetting himself, his heart containing no excess thoughts. Only with such pure thoughts can the heart and sword become one. The Qi will follow the heart and thoughts to become one with the sword. This is the base of the way of the sword."

"I've practiced sword for a few years but have yet to reach his state." Jun YanZhi nodded his head.

He Ling nonchalantly said: "You're practicing the《Ku Mu Method》and《Meeting Spring Technique》which are difficult to cultivate and unpredictable. They rely on talent and comprehension abilities. Although this kid's thoughts are pure, his comprehension abilities aren't very reliable. He can't practice your sword method. Before Nascent Soul stage, you'll be stronger than him. After entering Nascent Soul Stage, I'm afraid that no one can compare to this kid."

Jun YanZhi lightly pouted: "Second s.h.i.+xiong is right. What sword method will s.h.i.+fu give him?"

He Ling frowned, somewhat angry: "I don't know everything."

Jun YanZhi: "……"

The day was peaceful. At night, when his head struck the pillow, Wen Jing once again had an odd urge to sleep. The scene in front of his eyes gradually turned black. The strange urge to sleep enveloped his whole body, impossible to reject. He clearly wanted to remain sober. How did he fall asleep again?

That night, nothing happened.

The next day, Wen Jing and Jun YanZhi followed the Sky Balance sect disciple in charge of hospitality again, enjoying the spectacular views of the Sky Balance sect mountain range together. Whether the scenery was spectacular or not, Wen Jing had no heart to enjoy. His thoughts were on the person who had died in the mountains. In the novel, it was said that when Jun YanZhi followed the disciples out to tour around, they encountered the body of Qi Jingshan. This made him unable to have a moment where he was not thinking about it.

Jun YanZhi flew next to him and said: "s.h.i.+di seems to be a bit distracted."

"Head, head hurts." Wen Jing held his head.

"Over there is the One Sword Stone. Its shape is the same as the treasure sword that held up the sky……" The Sky Balance sect disciple in charge of hospitality pointed to a tall, towering into the clouds and crooked sword that could barely be considered a treasure sword that had grown a tumor, "We……"

A disciple who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old flew over from. His brows were distinct, and his eyes were beautiful. Wearing the light gray sleepwear of the Sky Balance sect disciples, he was as panicked as a lost cat: "s.h.i.+xiong, I saw, saw the body, body of peak master, peak master Qi!"

"What nonsense!" The disciple in charge of hospitality angrily reprimanded, "The people here are all guests. Calm down!"

That young disciple who was stuttering, stopped in front of the other disciple, as he got scolded, and scratched his head: "He really is dead. s.h.i.+xiong quickly follow me over to see! His body was cut many times like chopped meat. Not a sliver of breath is left."

He pointed at a big rock on the mountain: "Right in front of that big rock!"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed. The front of the giant rock was covered in thorns, seeming desolate. It appeared to have been scattered with blood, and a body could faintly be seen behind the thorns, twisted and blurry.

The disciple in charge of hospitality was only about seventeen or eighteen and hadn't entered Foundation Building stage yet. After encountering this kind of thing, he also panicked and said to everyone: "We have things within our sect to attend. Everyone, please return to your living quarters. I'll take everyone out to tour some other day."

"I've already worked here for over a year. How could I see wrong? A few days ago, peak master Qi just awarded me a few stalks of some herb that I don't know the name of." That disciple wasn't reconciled and tried to explain.

"That's Yun Xiang herb. It clears out the weird smells in your body." The disciple in charge of hospitality grinded his teeth in anger and followed him.

"Where do I have any weird smells? s.h.i.+xiong, if you don't believe me, take a whiff."

Wen Jing stretched out his head to look at the giant stone. He couldn't see the body clearly, but the outline of the mountain and stone was definitely right. As long as the light dimmed, it would definitely be the desolate place of that night.

Which meant that, the one who Yun Shaoyi killed that night was Qi Jingshan. If Wen Jing could discover Yun Shaoyi's ident.i.ty, he could drag out the demonic cultivator.

"s.h.i.+di, your head doesn't hurt anymore?" Jun YanZhi's probing gaze lingered on Wen Jing's face, "Your face is even a bit red……"

"Head, head hurts." Wen Jing restrained his excited appearance and held his head, "s.h.i.+xiong, don't mind me. It'll be better after some time."

Qi Jingshan's death was as if a rock had sunk into the ocean. Sky Balance sect didn't reveal a single word. However, the amount of Sky Balance sect disciples that walked past Wen Jing's living quarters increased. Every once in a while, a group of three to five disciples wearing gray would vigilantly walk by slowly.

Another two days pa.s.sed by calmly. Everything was normal.

It was tranquil for two days. Just when Wen Jing was starting to feel uneasy, that night, the alarm sound that penetrated through his head woke Wen Jing up once again.

"The demonic cultivator is currently making a move. Requesting host to immediately head over to investigate!"

Wen Jing woke up in a daze and in pa.s.sing, groped with his hand. The bed was empty and ice cold. Jun YanZhi had already disappeared for awhile. He thought for a bit. Jun s.h.i.+xiong was delicate and pampered, not liking to sleep at night. Maybe he couldn't fall asleep again. Wen Jing didn't have the time to think too much. He anxiously wore his clothes and left. The number of opportunities was too minuscule. He only had two precious invisibility talisman left, so he must drag out that Yun Shaoyi's real appearance as soon as possible.

Walking a few steps on the snowy ground, he saw He Ling in white clothes as he flew over from far away. He landed on the ground and frowned as he looked at Wen Jing. He coldly asked: "What are you going to do? Where are you going?"

Wen Jing was somewhat in a hurry: "Second s.h.i.+xiong, don't mind me."

How come Jun YanZhi and He Ling both didn't sleep? They were like nocturnal owls, prancing around in the snow at night.

"What are you going to do in the middle of the night? Where is your Jun s.h.i.+xiong?"

"Not here!"

He Ling hrumphed and grabbed Wen Jing's collar: "Go back to sleep."

Wen Jing became angry: "Release me! I have important things to do!"

He used his strength to struggle, pulling out an invisibility talisman, but He Ling reacted faster. He flew up with disdain and grasped the talisman in his hands so fast that it made people exclaim. Wen Jing called out, "You dare!" Anxiously pulling on He Ling's arm, suddenly, a light sound rang out and the two people's figure disappeared.

He Ling gripped Wen Jing's wrist. His voice wasn't very loud, but it made people tremble: "Where did you get this kind of invisibility talisman? Rip it and go back to sleep!"

Wen Jing's heart was ten thousand points anxious, and he was scared by He Ling's scolding. He started muttering and then gritted his teeth: "Encountering second s.h.i.+xiong tonight must be heaven's will. Whatever, tonight I'll take second s.h.i.+xiong to see a person."

"What person?"

Wen Jing pulled him: "No need to say more. Once you see them, you'll know."

Footnotes:

[1] The author actually wrote Cloud palace in the raws, but I'm pretty sure they meant Heng Yuan palace but do correct me if I'm wrong.

Tn: Our Wen Jing is starting to suspect Jun YanZhi…….

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