After Returning from a Faked Death, My Crazed, Rebellious Disciple Forced His Love Upon Me - Chapter 5

Just as Ji Chen approached Nianchen and his fingertips were about to touch the hilt, he suddenly felt something flying toward him from behind.

Subconsciously, Ji Chen tried to dodge. However, his body could not keep up with his mind, and he was struck and sent flying. To be precise, it was not an object that hit him, but a person. The one who knocked Ji Chen back was Xue Wuxi.

Together, like wild horses breaking free from their reins, the two crashed through the tower wall and flew out from the top. They plummeted to the ground and rolled for a distance. The sword in Xue Wuxi’s hand, Shuanghua, hit the ground with a sharp clang.

Ji Chen was unharmed and able to stand up because Xue Wuxi had protected him with spiritual power. Xue Wuxi, however, coughed up black blood twice. He clutched his chest where he had been struck by Guitong’s palm, his brow furrowed in intense pain. A vivid, bloody palm print remained on his chest.

“How are you?” Ji Chen hurried over, instinctively worried about his eldest disciple. Logically, Xue Wuxi should not have been beaten so miserably.

“I am fine.”

As soon as the words left Xue Wuxi’s mouth, he coughed up another large mouthful of blood. The scalding blood melted the snow remaining from the previous night, spreading into a large crimson pool.

Guitong flew down from the top of the tower and landed right in front of them. His long hair fluttered in the wind and his robes snapped as he stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at them.

“Sect Leader Xue, do not forget your promise. Deliver one of your sword cultivators into my hands.”

Xue Wuxi spat out the remaining blood in his chest before slowly asking, “What is the purpose?”

“I simply want one. Why should you care? Why not learn from that scum? He played dead for five hundred years. Since I became the Demon Venerable, he has never dared to show himself again.”

Ji Chen heard him clearly; the man was calling him scum. Furthermore, he had actually died; he was not playing dead.

Xue Wuxi looked up, his eyes turning even colder than frost. “So, is this why you have spent five hundred years searching everywhere for people who resemble him, killing every single one you find?”

“Does he not deserve to die?” Guitong gritted his teeth, every word dripping with hatred. “As the Eldest Senior Brother, did you not see how he treated me?”

“Why is it that as fellow disciples, you all could learn his sword techniques, receive his praise and affection, and eat the food he cooked with his own hands? Yet I, I only received his coldness, neglect, and even his verbal abuse and lashes.”

“Since he looked down on me, why did he take me in back then? He made me think that I had met.”

The rest of Guitong’s words were swallowed by the endless night. They stopped abruptly.

The air fell silent instantly, as if the entire world had dropped into an irredeemable abyss. The silence lasted for a moment until it began to snow again. Sparse flakes drifted down as if from another world.

Ji Chen was not truly cold-hearted. He knew that in his previous life, the way he treated Guitong was indeed not like a master at all. Forget being a master; it was not even human. However, the system had forced him to complete those tasks, and he had no choice. It was only natural that the other man hated him to the bone.

Thinking of this, Ji Chen broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, this Third believed he was still dead and did not recognize his current self. Otherwise, if he were discovered, he would either be hacked into pieces or subjected to every torture imaginable.

The snow fell more heavily, as if it intended to swallow the world. Xue Wuxi regulated his internal injuries and forced himself to stand, still clutching his chest while blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

“Guitong, there is something I want to tell you.”

“Speak.”

“In fact, every time you were wounded by the Master, the Green Lotus Root Blood-Replenishing Porridge that the sword attendant brought to you was personally brewed by the Master for you.”

“He did not let us tell you. He even instructed the sword attendant to say it was leftover food he had bought down the mountain so that you would drink it.”

Guitong remained unmoved after hearing this. “Do not think that by making up a story to please me, I will let him go, or let you hypocritical cultivators go.”

“If you do not believe it, then forget it.”

Xue Wuxi lightly brushed the thin snow from his shoulder, glanced at the night sky that was about to break into dawn, and turned to leave. His silver hair merged with the silver snow.

Watching Xue Wuxi’s retreating back, Ji Chen, who was still lying in the snow, screamed inwardly: Hey! Do not leave!

What was worse was that although Xue Wuxi had left, he sent a voice transmission back after walking a short distance: “This disciple of my sect in front of you is the one who will enter the political marriage with you.”

The voice vanished along with Xue Wuxi’s figure into the wind and snow of the approaching dawn.

Ji Chen was speechless.

Soon, Ji Chen’s small body was hoisted up from the snow by a broad palm grabbing the back of his collar. He was lifted like a hawk lifting a chick. Guitong was much taller than his current body. He was at most one hundred seventy centimeters tall now, while Guitong was at least one hundred ninety. With a twenty-centimeter height difference and a build like a double-door, how could he compete?

With his feet off the ground, Ji Chen could barely look into those blood-red eyes.

“What is your name?” Guitong was the first to speak.

“Ji Chen.”

In this life, Ji Chen used his real name. It was different from his previous life, where he used the name of the Sword Ancestor from the book.

“You have no spiritual root.”

Ji Chen thought there was hope and quickly said, “Correct. You should hurry and pick someone else. I.”

“That is perfect,” Guitong interrupted him without hesitation.

He then folded Ji Chen over his broad shoulder and suddenly transformed into a trail of red light, vanishing from the spot.

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