After Returning from a Faked Death, My Crazed, Rebellious Disciple Forced His Love Upon Me - Chapter 4

The Wuji Sect, Hall of Cleansing Dust.

A silver-haired man sat cross-legged upon a prayer mat, his silver eyelashes trembling slightly.

His face, as exquisite as carved jade, caught the glow of the hall’s candlelight, cooling even that small hint of warmth into something frigid.

He was dressed in fine attire: snow-white robes with broad sleeves, draped in a light gauze outer layer. Silver-blue tassels adorned his cuffs, and the patterns of flowing clouds on his garment intertwined with the imagery of a cold moon.

During the day, this place served as a classroom for the disciples; at night, it became the private cultivation sanctuary for the Sect Leader, Xue Wuxi.

Just as he closed his eyes to focus on his cultivation, he suddenly felt a violent disturbance from the summit of the peak.

He snapped his eyes open, his silver-white pupils churning with the intensity of an endless blizzard.

“Master?”

At the same time, in the City of Nine Slaughters within the Demon Realm.

In a blood pool of cold springs, a burly, naked man stepped out from the water.

His abdomen and arms possessed full, aesthetic muscular lines. Dripping with crystal-clear droplets of blood, he appeared all the more demonic and captivating.

His crimson pupils were even more vivid and piercing than the pool of blood behind him.

Even more eye-catching, however, was the hideous scar on his chest, deep as a ravine.

Seeing their Lord emerge from his bath, the nearby servants rushed forward to surround him, bowing as they dressed him.

Guitong turned his back to them. A simply crafted crown was placed upon his head, while the rest of his long hair fell freely to his waist.

The long hem of his black robes extended from the servants’ hands, spreading across the floor.

The hem was adorned with layers of silver silk, looking like a sea of stars falling into the night sky.

Suddenly, Guitong frowned slightly.

He felt a disturbance on Changle Peak, specifically, a disturbance at the summit.

Is it Nianchen?

That person has returned!

In an instant, his entire being transformed into glowing red dust and vanished from the spot.

Ji Chen had never met someone with a reaction time as slow as this tomb-guarding disciple.

The guarding disciple drew his sword from its sheath, the blade energy pressing forward as he pointed it at Ji Chen. “Who exactly are you?”

“I told you, I am a sect disciple. However, I am indeed not the Sect Leader’s disciple.”

“Why did you lie to me?”

“I just wanted to catch a glimpse of the famous Sword Ancestor’s blade, Nianchen.”

The guarding disciple was more cautious this time and did not believe him at all. “If you do not tell the truth, do you think I will not cut you down with one strike?”

Ji Chen sighed helplessly, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Be reasonable. I do not even have a spiritual root. I am just a weakling. What could I possibly want with Nianchen?”

The guarding disciple was half-convinced but suspicious. He still held the long sword, the tip only an inch away from Ji Chen’s throat.

“If you still do not believe me, you can try stabbing me once to see if I die.”

Ji Chen was only joking.

But he did not expect this disciple to be so thick-headed; the boy actually lunged for his throat with the sword.

Just as the blade was about to reach him, it was suddenly blasted away by two spiritual lights of different colors.

One was a cold silver-blue light, and the other was a fierce, deep red glow.

Flying out was not the end of it; the sword could not withstand the entanglement of these two spiritual forces and crumbled into powder, scattering into the air and vanishing completely.

The spiritual lights came from two completely opposite directions.

Both directions, however, were outside the pagoda.

The guarding disciple was terrified. He took a trembling step back, pointing at Ji Chen in a daze.

Ji Chen stood calmly in place, waiting for the owners of these two spiritual lights to appear.

He had guessed that the disturbance of Nianchen’s white light would surely draw out old acquaintances.

He just did not expect two of them to show up at once.

Two slender figures passed through the pagoda walls simultaneously, appearing instantly before Ji Chen.

Neither of them paid any attention to Ji Chen. Instead, they fixed their gazes upon Nianchen, which was still faintly glowing.

Xue Wuxi was the first to speak, his voice cold. “Why would Nianchen stir for no reason?”

Ji Chen thought to himself that their master was standing right here, so of course it would stir.

Guitong narrowed his crimson eyes. “Where is he? Show yourself this instant!”

Ji Chen wondered if it was possible that neither of them recognized him.

Of course, it was better if they did not recognize him.

To play along, Ji Chen intentionally spoke up to mislead them. “Before the two of us entered, this sword was already glowing. We were just attracted by the light and came in to take a look.”

To make his words more convincing, he even shot a look at the guarding disciple.

His look implied that if the disciple did not find an excuse to brush this off, they would have no way to explain their presence at the scene.

The guarding disciple was frightened out of his wits.

It was the first time he had felt such powerful spiritual pressure.

His own Sect Leader was one thing, but the other man was just as terrifying.

His brain was already numb, so he stammered along with Ji Chen’s lead. “Yes, that is right. The sword was glowing, so we came in.”

The two men ignored the disciple’s words.

Guitong shifted his gaze, his scarlet eyes landing on Ji Chen.

But after only a single glance, he flicked his sleeve to leave.

“Wait.”

Guitong did not slow his pace, but the cold voice continued from behind him. “The Wuji Sect is not a place where you can come and go as you please.”

Before the sentence even finished, Xue Wuxi had already formed a hand seal to strike.

A beam of icy blue spiritual light instantly formed into several sharp icicles, lunging toward Guitong’s back.

Just as they were about to pierce his body, Guitong suddenly dodged to the side, easily evading the attack.

The icicles struck the pagoda wall with a loud boom, piercing a large hole through it.

Guitong finally stopped and turned his head coldly, a trace of disdain in his eyes.

“What? Still want to fight?” His husky voice carried a hint of mockery.

Without another word, Xue Wuxi summoned his personal sword, Shuanghua. A massive sword formation took shape behind him, firing countless icy blue flying swords at Guitong once again.

This move was an original creation by Ji Chen, the high-level sword formation Star-Chasing Dust. It had a tracking effect, making it impossible to dodge.

So, this time, Guitong did not dodge.

His pupils tightened as he lightly waved his sleeve. A surge of black wicked energy poured from his palm, looking like a vivid black dragon. It bared its fangs and claws as it pounced toward the incoming flying swords.

The moment the black mist met the flying swords, the blades trembled violently and emitted a piercing screech.

A moment later, the flying swords were swallowed as if by a black hole, vanishing into nothingness and leaving behind only silence and a void.

Guitong flashed forward to counterattack.

Every strike was ruthless and showed no mercy.

Xue Wuxi naturally swung his sword to meet each one.

The two actually started fighting, and they were locked in a heated struggle.

Ji Chen had no intention of watching the show. After all, he had seen this drama countless times before.

While the two were distracted, he stealthily approached Nianchen.

He had not forgotten his purpose for coming here tonight.

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