After Returning from a Faked Death, My Crazed, Rebellious Disciple Forced His Love Upon Me - Chapter 22

Ji Chen finally managed to pull himself away from his idle life of drifting through days in a drunken haze. He planned to leave Nine Slaughter City, pretending to search for that certain person. Holding the Protector Jade Plate, he left the city with ease, exiting through the southern gate.

The Chain Link Array indicated that leaving from the south would not take him through Black Cloud Ridge, nor would he pass through the toxic barrier that could dissolve him into a pool of bloody water. However, the area outside the southern gate was a desolate cliffside. Not only were the mountain paths rugged and winding, but the area was also filled with steep precipices and sheer drop offs.

The Chain Link Array only showed the map; it did not even provide any place names. This barren, broken mountain looked like a godforsaken wilderness where even birds would not stop to rest. Just as this thought crossed Ji Chen’s mind, he spotted a cyan figure ahead of him. Though the silhouette was only somewhat familiar, the clothes the person wore were instantly recognizable. They were identical to the Wuji Sect uniform Ji Chen was currently wearing.

Sect uniforms were inherently infused with spiritual power; they did not require washing, never got dirty, and were made of high quality fabric that provided excellent warmth. Most importantly, it was a short style with narrow sleeves, a tight fit, and high boots. It lacked any flowing fabric that might hinder his speed while drinking. This was the fundamental reason Ji Chen refused to change his clothes.

It was obvious that the person ahead was also a disciple of the Wuji Sect. There was a good chance it was an acquaintance. Ji Chen originally did not want any further involvement with the Wuji Sect, but there was no one else nearby to ask for directions. He quickened his pace and called out to the person, “Fellow Daoist, may I ask?”

Before he could finish his question, the person turned around with a frown. “Ji Chen?”

Ji Chen finally realized why the back of the figure looked familiar. This was none other than Fu Changgeng, the only personal disciple of Xue Wuxi. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old with a baby face, yet he loved to use his status as the Sect Leader’s personal disciple to lecture others. Many disciples were quite afraid of him.

Seeing that the other person recognized him, Ji Chen dropped the formalities. “What a coincidence. We meet again.”

“Why are you here? Are you not married to the Demon Venerable?”

“Does being married to the Demon Venerable make me a missing person?” Ji Chen laughed.

“Is it not like that?” Fu Changgeng asked, sounding rather surprised. “The Demon Venerable actually did nothing to you?”

Ji Chen was speechless. “What exactly did you expect him to do to me?”

“For example, using you as a cultivation vessel, locking you to the bed, hmm.”

Ji Chen had no idea what kind of unhealthy books this kid usually read. To think he could say such filthy things at such a young age.

“No. It is common knowledge that I have no spiritual root, so I cannot be a cultivation vessel.” Ji Chen was simply stating the truth.

Fu Changgeng thought about it for a moment. “That is true.” He quickly became confused again. “Then the Demon Venerable just let you go?”

“Otherwise?” Ji Chen was testing him. “There is no point in him keeping a piece of trash like me, right?”

It was the first time Fu Changgeng had met someone who called themselves trash so casually. Even if one were truly useless, they should at least put up a bit of a fight for their dignity. He looked at Ji Chen with a hint of disdain, appearing annoyed that Ji Chen was wearing the Wuji Sect uniform and bringing shame to the sect.

“Then why are you here?” Fu Changgeng returned to his previous question.

“Is this not the boundary between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm? I came here after leaving the Demon Realm and just happened to run into you. By the way, what area is this?”

“Phoenix Perch Cliff.”

Phoenix Perch Cliff?!

Ji Chen looked at the barren mountain before him, never imagining that this place was actually Phoenix Perch Cliff! This was the very place where he had lived and cultivated when he was the Sword Ancestor. After five hundred years, how had the lush, immortal mountain once shrouded in spiritual mist turned into this wretched state?

Ji Chen suppressed his internal shock and asked Fu Changgeng, “What are you doing here?”

“I am looking for Senior Medicine Ancestor,” Fu Changgeng told Ji Chen honestly. “My Shizun was suddenly and heavily injured half a month ago. He has not been able to recover no matter what. As his disciple, I am worried and want to show my filial piety by coming here to beg the Medicine Ancestor for medicine.”

“You are saying the Medicine Ancestor is on this mountain?”

After his initial surprise, and before Fu Changgeng could answer, Ji Chen quickly noticed a key phrase. “Your Shizun’s injury still has not healed?”

“Still?” Fu Changgeng glanced at him, puzzled. “You know how my Shizun was injured?”

“Well,” Ji Chen saw no point in hiding it, so he told the truth. “He was injured by the Demon Venerable.”

“No wonder it is so difficult to heal. It seems only Senior Medicine Ancestor can save him.”

Ji Chen remained noncommittal. He had been suspicious before, thinking there was something strange about Xue Wuxi being injured by Guitong. Now that the injury was not healing, his suspicion grew. Xue Wuxi was the eldest disciple whom Ji Chen had personally taught. At that time, his strength was nearly equal to Ji Chen’s own, surpassing Guitong by a vast margin. Five hundred years later, how had he become so weak?

Consequently, not only was Fu Changgeng worried about Xue Wuxi, but Ji Chen also began to worry. That was his eldest disciple, after all, the one with whom he shared the deepest bond. Without hesitation, he said to Fu Changgeng, “I also want to go up the mountain. May I go with you, Brother Changgeng?”

It was not just for the sake of Xue Wuxi; he also wanted to know why the Medicine Ancestor had taken over his mountain. Besides, if any toxic beasts or monsters appeared on this godforsaken mountain, he did not want to waste spirit stones on such small fry. He could let Fu Changgeng protect him.

Fu Changgeng nodded in agreement, though his voice still carried a hint of disdain. “Just do not cause any trouble for me.”

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