After Returning from a Faked Death, My Crazed, Rebellious Disciple Forced His Love Upon Me - Chapter 21

Ji Chen lived a decadent life in the inn for half a month. He spent every day in a daze, doing nothing but drinking and sleeping, rarely even eating. During this time, Yuan Yi and Kui Mu both came to visit him, but whenever they pushed open the door, they always saw him sprawled like a pile of mud in some corner of the room, so they would quietly leave.

Ji Chen did not care about his own decadent lifestyle. Regardless, he did not know how much longer he had to live, so he figured he might as well make every day happy while he was still breathing. However, he still remembered his promise to help Guitong “find someone.” Even if it was just a deceptive delaying tactic, he actually had to make an effort to look.

Wuji Sect, Huanchen Hall.

“Pfft!”

Xue Wuxi, who was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, suddenly spat out a mouthful of hot blood. His chest burned with a searing pain. He coughed for a long while before finally suppressing the chaotic energy in his chest.

The youth standing nearby was frantic with worry and tried to circulate energy for Xue Wuxi, but it was to no avail.

“Master, your injury has not improved for half a month. Perhaps we should,”

“No matter.”

Xue Wuxi answered coldly, offering only those two words. As Xue Wuxi’s only direct disciple, Fu Changgeng could only drop the subject despite his worry.

After a long time, likely feeling that Xue Wuxi could not go on like this, Fu Changgeng finally spoke again. “Should we ask Senior Medicine Ancestor to take a look?”

“I said it is no matter.” Xue Wuxi still kept his eyes closed, but his expression clearly broadcasted a “do not approach” aura. “You may leave now.”

“But, Master,”

“Leave.”

Fu Changgeng was incredibly reluctant, but he knew his master’s temperament. In the end, he could only bow and withdraw.

No one else remained in the room. Xue Wuxi finally opened his silver eyes, which swirled like a blizzard. When the beauty opened his eyes, it was as stunning as a fleeting night blooming cereus, making everything around him pale in comparison.

Xue Wuxi silently touched the bloody palm print on his chest, the very spot where Guitong had struck him. That single strike had left him severely injured until now.

As Xue Wuxi stared blankly while touching his chest, a transparent figure suddenly coalesced less than a foot away. The figure slowly transitioned from transparent to solid, eventually manifesting as a man in front of Xue Wuxi.

The man wore his hair in a high ponytail, and his red clothing was a tight fitting short outfit. He wore armor on his elbows and a thin layer of armor covering his shoulders.

Xue Wuxi scanned him with an icy gaze that seemed capable of freezing a person solid. His voice was equally cold. “What are you doing here?”

His tone held no emotional fluctuation whatsoever. He did not seem surprised by this man’s arrival, but he showed no sign of welcome either.

“To see you, of course.”

As soon as those words left the man’s mouth, Xue Wuxi used his spiritual power to envelop himself in an ice barrier. A frigid aura emanated from him, making the surrounding air bone chillingly cold.

“Do not be like that, beauty.”

Seeing this attitude, Li Yuan moved half a step closer. “You were injured by his Spirit Refining Palm. Without my help, you will not recover.”

Upon hearing this, Xue Wuxi spat out a single word: “Get out.”

Li Yuan laughed. “How can the Sect Leader of the Sword Sect curse people? It is quite unrefined.”

Xue Wuxi ignored his words and said coldly, “I do not need a person from the Demonic Path to help me.”

Li Yuan laughed even more helplessly. After a long pause, he finally said, “True, I am a demonic cultivator, and I am the Left Protector by the Sovereign’s side.”

“But I truly like you, Wuxi.”

Xue Wuxi remained expressionless and spat out that same word again: “Get out!”

The short and powerful response carried a wave of chill, like a heartless command. Li Yuan’s expression flickered for a moment, but he finally moved away from Xue Wuxi, retreating five feet back.

He smiled lightly. “Originally, I was a spy sent by the Sovereign to be by your side, acting as his eyes. I do not know why, but perhaps because I was always staring at you and observing your every move, I developed feelings for you.”

“I never intended to have anything with you. After all, the paths of Immortals and Demons are different. I knew there would be no good result for the two of us. But who told me to run into you that night when you failed your tribulation? I saved you from the heavenly lightning, and thus this affection grew.”

“Have you said enough?” Xue Wuxi did not want to pay this person any mind, but as the man spoke more and more outrageously, he finally interrupted coldly.

“Fine. If you do not want to hear it, I will not say it.” Li Yuan admitted defeat.

Xue Wuxi fell back into a state of total isolation. Li Yuan stayed in the room for a while. Even though the person before him was like an ice sculpture, he had no intention of leaving. The room was so quiet that time seemed to have stopped. Not a single sound could be heard, and even the sound of breathing was exceptionally clear.

The blue spiritual light on Xue Wuxi’s body flickered like a candle in the wind, looking as if it might go out at any moment. This spiritual light should have been stable and bright, but now it appeared extremely fragile, as if enduring immense pressure.

Finally, looking at the stubborn beauty before him, Li Yuan could not help but urge him again, “Stop forcing yourself.”

“I have followed him for many years and watched with my own eyes how he mastered the Spirit Refining Palm, so I am the person most familiar with this technique. It is not difficult to neutralize.”

Xue Wuxi acted as if he had heard nothing, showing no reaction. Li Yuan stopped trying to persuade him. Suddenly, he gathered spiritual energy in his palm, and a spiritual flame appeared. Though the flame was not large, it contained endless spiritual qi.

The spiritual flame suddenly transformed into a massive ball of light, spinning rapidly. With a powerful momentum, the ball of fire pounced directly toward the ice barrier Xue Wuxi had raised.

With a bang, the ball of light struck the ice. When the two collided, in a flash of sparks and lightning, both spiritual powers vanished. Before Xue Wuxi could raise a new ice barrier, Li Yuan moved with lightning speed and struck an acupuncture point on Xue Wuxi’s chest.

In that instant, all of Xue Wuxi’s spiritual veins were severed!

“This is!”

“The Spirit Severing Finger. It can make you temporarily lose your spiritual power.”

Li Yuan placed his palm over the bloody palm print on Xue Wuxi’s chest, slowly transferring spiritual energy to him. Xue Wuxi wanted to resist, but his body, burdened by old and new injuries, was powerless. The blizzard in his silver eyes roared incessantly as he stared at the other man’s face with a gaze that seemed ready to kill. He barked coldly, “Release me!”

Li Yuan did not listen and continued to treat Xue Wuxi. Xue Wuxi felt his body gradually become much more comfortable, but he still used that murderous gaze as if he wanted to swallow Li Yuan alive.

Li Yuan hurried to finish treating Xue Wuxi, not daring to delay for a moment. Even so, the first thing Xue Wuxi did after his injuries were healed was to summon his natal sword, Shuanghua, and run it through Li Yuan’s chest.

The sword went through completely, even plunging all the way to the hilt, protruding from Li Yuan’s back with a squelch. Blood dripped onto the floor, gathering into a pool.

Although Li Yuan knew Xue Wuxi was angry and that he would have to take a sword strike to let him vent his frustration, he did not expect him to strike so ruthlessly. However, it was within expectations.

Li Yuan reached back and gripped the blade of Shuanghua lodged in his heart. His palm was cut by the sharp edge, but he did not show a hint of pain.

“I am not harboring any ill intent toward you.”

The blade in Xue Wuxi’s hand pushed in several inches deeper. “You are courting death!”

Li Yuan let go of the blade and pointed fearlessly at his own heart. “Then kill me. I just like you, the kind where I cannot pull myself out.”

As a result, this time Xue Wuxi only glared at him and coldly withdrew the sword. When the sword was pulled from his chest, blood splattered three feet high. Yet, as soon as the blade left Li Yuan’s flesh, the wound healed rapidly. Only a patch of dark red blood remained on his chest, along with the torn clothing.

Seeing this sight, a rare flash of surprise crossed Xue Wuxi’s face. “The Ghost Race?”

Support