After Being Adopted by the Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 14

Chang Le’s heart sank halfway. “Chu Heng…”

Chu Heng looked at the person in the veiled hat with surprise. Dressed in azure, the youth stood there like a stalk of green bamboo in a forest. Is he looking for me?

“Who are you? What business do you have with Senior Brother Chu?” Jing Fanxin asked, her previously smiling face instantly turning into a stern scowl.

“Chu Heng, do you still remember Qiu Family Village?”

That was the place where Qiu He and Chu Heng first met. They were both children back then. Qiu He’s parents were about to sell her off, and she ran away, crossing paths with Chu Heng, who was also fleeing from home.

Chu Heng pondered for a moment, an apologetic look appearing on his handsome face. “I don’t know any Qiu Family Village. You must have the wrong person, fellow Daoist.”

As soon as Chu Heng finished speaking, Jing Fanxin suddenly whipped out a purple vine-whip and slammed it heavily against the ground. “Where did this savage come from? Senior Brother Chu was born into the Chu family of Sangluo City, not some backwater place like Qiu Family Village. You’ve got the wrong man, now get lost!”

Where the whip struck, the grass and flowers instantly withered and died.

Chang Le was certain he hadn’t remembered it wrong. Lin Man had specifically named Chu Heng.

“Junior sister.” Chu Heng caught Jing Fanxin’s arm, looking somewhat helpless. “There is no need for this. This fellow Daoist simply made a mistake.”

Chu Heng spoke very gently, and Jing Fanxin’s expression softened slightly. The purple glow on her whip brightened as it automatically coiled itself around her wrist. “Since you’re mistaken, leave quickly.”

“Do you truly not remember Qiu Family Village? Do you not remember Qiu He either?”

“You, hiding behind that veil and talking nonsense! My junior sister told you to leave, so why aren’t you moving!” Another male disciple, possessed of a short fuse, drew his sword and lunged straight at Chang Le.

The tip of the sword aimed directly at Chang Le’s face, only to be stopped by a sudden golden barrier, unable to advance even an inch.

“A Shielding Talisman? You’re a Talisman Master?” The disciple was stunned for a second. He quickly retracted his sword and thrust again, and the barrier shattered under the force.

The veiled hat was blown off by the spiritual pressure. Chang Le stood his ground, his fingertips glowing with gold light.

Standing so close, the male disciple caught a clear look at Chang Le’s face and froze. “You…”

The visual impact was so great that he was momentarily at a loss for words. In that split second, the sword in his hand suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. It hit the ground with a heavy clang.

The disciple looked down at his weapon, realizing only then that there was a talisman stuck to it.

The night before, Chang Le had practiced drawing a few charms from the Record of Spiritual Talismans. Though they were useful now, he couldn’t maintain them for long. However, he couldn’t bring himself to give up yet. He looked toward Chu Heng.

Chu Heng frowned and reprimanded his fellow disciple, “Junior Brother Mo, why are you so impulsive? Disciples from all the major sects are here today, we must not cause trouble.”

He pulled his hand away from Jing Fanxin and walked toward Chang Le, repeating himself seriously, “Fellow Daoist, I truly do not know anyone named Qiu He.”

Chu Heng’s expression made Chang Le realize the man genuinely had no memory of her. Panic began to set in, and he grabbed Chu Heng’s sleeve. “You’ve forgotten? Then what about Miss Qiu He? She has been searching for you all this time. Come with me to Taoyin Town to see her. Once you see her, you’ll definitely remember.”

“She…” Chu Heng opened his mouth. The name sounded vaguely familiar the more he heard it, but he really didn’t know this person, so he closed his mouth again.

Mo Lieshan looked at Jing Fanxin. Her expression, which had briefly softened, turned cold again. Seeing Chang Le grabbing Chu Heng, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and the purple vine-whip on her wrist began to glow again.

Mo Lieshan raised his sword, acting before Jing Fanxin could, and slashed toward Chang Le.

Chang Le was so focused on Chu Heng that he failed to react to the sudden sword qi.

Chu Heng sensed the attack. His eyes sharpened. He didn’t believe the azure-clad cultivator was a bad person. If the youth took this hit, he would surely be gravely injured, so Chu Heng moved to step in front of him.

The violent sword qi suddenly dissipated in mid-air. A black figure appeared out of nowhere, delivering a vicious kick to Mo Lieshan’s sword-hand. The long sword and Mo Lieshan went tumbling in opposite directions.

“Senior Brother Mo!” Jing Fanxin cried out.

The black figure turned toward Chu Heng. He tilted his head slightly, his phoenix eyes behind the black veil staring at the azure figure behind Chu Heng.

The young master’s green sleeve was still draped over the blue bracer unique to the Tianxuan Sect. He was clearly holding on tight.

Chang Le was shocked when he recognized the newcomer. Why is Jun Wang here? Did he finish his match that quickly? No, how did he even find this place?

Jun Wang remained still, his head still slightly tilted in Chang Le’s direction.

Chang Le felt an inexplicable chill. He whispered to Chu Heng, “Whether you remember or not, please, you must go to Taoyin Town to find Qiu He.”

After saying that, he immediately let go of Chu Heng and hurried to Jun Wang’s side. “Brother Jun, how did the match go?”

He was trying to change the subject again.

Jun Wang scrutinized the young master’s refined face, but this time, he wasn’t going to let him have his way. “Wasn’t he a brother you’ve known since childhood? Why would his junior brother attack you?”

“It was just a misunderstanding. He doesn’t quite remember things from the past.”

Chang Le was a bit sad, mostly for Qiu He’s sake, but he didn’t want Jun Wang focusing too much on Chu Heng. “Let’s go. The sooner we get the Streamer Flowers, the sooner we can head back. Miss Qiu is still waiting for us.”

The sadness in the young master’s eyes was plain to see, he didn’t even want to stay a moment longer. Jun Wang shot a cold glance at Chu Heng, his fist tightening.

However, the tension was broken by Chang Le’s fingers gripping his forearm.

“Let’s go,” Chang Le said, his voice carrying an unconscious note of pleading. He wanted to pull the man away, but before he could, Jun Wang flipped his hand and caught Chang Le’s arm, leading him away instead.

Chu Heng stood there, looking utterly bewildered. A moment ago, a flash of killing intent had been directed at him. Why would he want to kill me? Which sect does this man in the black veil belong to?

He glanced at Jing Fanxin as she helped Mo Lieshan up, then looked at the remnants of the talismans on the ground. Suddenly, he saw a hand reach down to pick one up.

“Elder Chang Feng,” Chu Heng called out respectfully.

Chang Feng had a white cloth tied over his eyes, but everyone in the Tianxuan Sect knew that Elder Chang Feng could see. He held the talisman in his hand, examining it closely, then lifted his head. His eyes were hidden, but the corner of his mouth curled into a slight smile.

“A Thousand-Pound Talisman. Beautifully drawn, I like it.”

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