The Five Disciples He Took In After Transmigrating Into The Book Were All The Same Person - Chapter 10

“Master!”

Mo Chenxiao immediately tossed the Rujing Sword aside and pulled Ji Lan into his arms. “What is wrong with you?” Ji Lan, trembling in pain, cursed Zhen in his mind hundreds of times. He lifted his hand slightly, intending to speak, but quickly lost consciousness.

His final thought was that his disciple had actually dropped A-Yue onto the ground.

“What did you do to Ji Lan?” Yu Zhengyang stepped forward, attempting to snatch Ji Lan back. “Give him back to me!”

“He is not yours!”

Yu Zhengyang paused, looking down to see a young boy clutching his leg. It was Wan Song.

Wan Song gritted his teeth, holding onto Yu Zhengyang tightly. “I will not allow you to hurt Elder Conglian!”

A mere child dared to obstruct him? Yu Zhengyang’s expression darkened, and he kicked Wan Song aside. However, Shangguan Ran, who had been trying to approach, was caught off guard and collided directly with the boy.

Shangguan Ran spat out a mouthful of blood. “Pfft! What is wrong with the Young Master? Does he kick the wrong person even when trying to hit someone?”

Shangguan Ran felt deeply aggrieved. Was it intentional?

Wan Song shoved Shangguan Ran, barely managed to stand, took a few wobbly steps, and collapsed. If that kick had landed fully, Wan Song might have been killed. Shangguan Ran muttered to himself that the boy was truly lucky to be alive.

Because Wan Song had bought Mo Chenxiao some time, the latter managed to retrieve the Rujing Sword. Mo Chenxiao could clearly feel the sword’s rejection; it was likely only because it knew he was saving Ji Lan that it stayed in his hand, albeit reluctantly.

It was just a sword, yet it had such a temper. Mo Chenxiao’s face turned cold; if it kept acting so pretentious, he would not mind breaking it. Perhaps sensing Mo Chenxiao’s malice, the Rujing Sword quieted down.

Yu Zhengyang was forced to behave. Seeing the sword back in Mo Chenxiao’s hand, his expression became terrifying. “Why are you also able to wield the Rujing Sword?”

Also? Mo Chenxiao caught the implication and watched him vigilantly. “Young Master Yu, I do not know what you originally intended to do, but I hope you will let us leave now.”

Even though his constraints had been severed by the sword, Mo Chenxiao felt he had no great chance of winning against Yu Zhengyang. He could likely escape himself, but ensuring the others left unscathed was uncertain. The damage to his soul was simply too severe.

“I can let you leave,” Yu Zhengyang mused, “but Ji Lan must stay.”

The moment those words left Yu Zhengyang’s lips, Mo Chenxiao felt the Rujing Sword move as if it wanted to execute Yu Zhengyang itself. However, it only twitched and then went still. Mo Chenxiao looked at the unconscious Ji Lan in his arms and then at the sword. Does this sword not want to harm Yu Zhengyang?

“This is a fair trade,” Yu Zhengyang chuckled. “Mo Chenxiao, your master is not actually good to you, is he? There is no real bond between you two. Since you have no master-disciple affection, you might as well give him to me.”

“What do you want with Ji Lan?”

Mo Chenxiao’s face was grim. He did not believe that after only one glance, Yu Zhengyang could be so desperately in love that he could not live without him. Having an objective was the only logical explanation.

“I do not want anything,” Yu Zhengyang tilted his head, acting innocently. “I just like him and want to be with him forever.”

Mo Chenxiao: Even Wan Song would not believe such words.

Mo Chenxiao pulled Ji Lan closer with a dark expression. “Young Master Yu, in that case, we have nothing left to discuss.”

Yu Zhengyang sighed. This disciple was truly insensitive. Why could he not just facilitate his union with Ji Lan?

“Shangguan Ran,” Yu Zhengyang extended a hand. “Since Young Master Mo insists, we have no choice but to fight.”

“Yes, Young Master!” Shangguan Ran was energized.

“Young Master Yu,” Mo Chenxiao said with a mirthless smile, “Shangguan Ran is your sword, correct?”

Yu Zhengyang: “Shangguan Ran!”

Before Shangguan Ran could react, a flash of sword light appeared before him, followed by a second strike that landed squarely on him. Shangguan Ran looked at Mo Chenxiao in shock and slowly collapsed.

“You…” Yu Zhengyang was so angry his face turned red. “We agreed on a duel! Why are you cheating?”

Mo Chenxiao looked at Yu Zhengyang as if he were a fool. “Young Master Yu, no one agreed to anything with you.”

If he had actually let Yu Zhengyang draw his sword, he might truly have had no chance of winning. Mo Chenxiao was no noble gentleman; he would never be foolish enough to wait for a one-on-one fight.

Mo Chenxiao sneered at the unconscious Shangguan Ran. Although Shangguan Ran was of the Imperial family, he was not human. He was a sword spirit. Everything has a spirit, and swords are no exception. What made Shangguan Ran special was that he did not become a spirit from a sword; he had transformed his very body into a sword. No one would willingly give up their human existence to become a weapon for others to wield. Mo Chenxiao did not care why Shangguan Ran had done it; he only knew that this person would bring endless trouble.

“Ah,” Yu Zhengyang’s cold laugh pulled Mo Chenxiao back to reality. “Without my consent, you will never leave this place.”

“In that case, killing you will naturally lead us to a way out.”

Yu Zhengyang was stunned. “Can you not see that I am trying to negotiate with you? If it were not for the Rujing Sword, and if you had not cheated…”

Mo Chenxiao interrupted impatiently, “There are no ifs.”

Yu Zhengyang was choked up. “If you kill me, the demonic energy sealed here will ravage the cultivation world. Do you really want to see that happen?”

Mo Chenxiao initially wanted to say that the survival of the cultivation world had nothing to do with him, but looking down at his master, he could not say it. At the very least, the cultivation world was still useful for now, and he had not yet found his other soul fragments, nor did he know who this master truly was.

Sensing Mo Chenxiao’s hesitation, Yu Zhengyang pressed his advantage. “If you kill me, you will be a sinner against the entire cultivation world! Though, the Demon Realm might be quite pleased.”

“If you say one more word, I will kill you right now,” Mo Chenxiao said in a low voice. “Shut up!”

I already told him the stakes, why does he still want to kill me?

“We will wait for Master to wake up and let him decide.”

Mo Chenxiao decided Yu Zhengyang’s fate with a casual statement. Yu Zhengyang exhaled in relief. Letting Ji Lan decide was fine; his prospective partner clearly seemed like a kindhearted person.

In his groggy state, Ji Lan kept hearing voices, but it felt wrong. His disciple should be fighting Yu Zhengyang right now. After all, he had summoned the Rujing Sword, so why did it sound like the two were just chatting?

The intense pain slowly faded, and Ji Lan’s consciousness returned. When he struggled to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was Mo Chenxiao’s chin. Hmm? This position!

“Chenxiao, you.”

Ji Lan could not finish his sentence; every word he spoke resulted in him spitting out blood, which stained Mo Chenxiao’s clothes. No, that is not the point. The point is, why am I in Mo Chenxiao’s arms?

Sensing Ji Lan had woken up, Mo Chenxiao looked down to see those moist, confused eyes with reddish corners. Mo Chenxiao swallowed involuntarily. “Master, are you okay?”

“I am fine…” Ji Lan struggled to leave Mo Chenxiao’s embrace, grabbed his arm to steady himself, and looked at the bound Yu Zhengyang, letting out a sigh of relief. “Chenxiao, I did not trust you in vain.”

What chatting? My disciple must have fought three hundred rounds against Yu Zhengyang to subdue him! As expected, his disciple’s protagonist halo was stable! Ji Lan felt very gratified; he understood that a protagonist halo never fades.

“Ji Lan,” Yu Zhengyang noticed Ji Lan watching him and pouted aggrievedly. “Let me go, okay?”

Ji Lan remained silent for a moment before saying incredulously, “Do you think I am stupid?”

“Pfft!” Mo Chenxiao could not help but laugh. His eyes curved, and his expression turned sweet, making his whole face come alive.

Ji Lan froze. Has his disciple always looked this good when he smiles? Wait, he seemed to have ruined his persona yet again. If Mo Chenxiao discovered he was not the original owner, it would be over!

Ji Lan touched his heating earlobes and said calmly, “Young Master Yu, you were not skilled enough, so this is what you deserve. Chenxiao has already shown great mercy by not killing you.”

After saying this, Ji Lan looked around and spotted Wan Song collapsed on the ground. His Songsong! Ji Lan’s expression changed abruptly; he rushed straight to Yu Zhengyang and scooped up the boy.

Yu Zhengyang’s expression shifted from anticipation to gloom. “Ji Lan, can you not see me?”

“You are so big, of course I can see you.”

Hearing Ji Lan’s incredibly perfunctory reply, Yu Zhengyang became even angrier. “Why are you also so good to Wan Song? Is he your disciple too?”

“No,” Ji Lan said, petting Wan Song’s head with heartache. “But he soon will be.”

This statement softened Yu Zhengyang’s expression. “Ji Lan, I want to be your disciple, too.”

Mo Chenxiao cast a sharp glance in his direction. “What did you say?”

Yu Zhengyang stubbornly retorted, “Ji Lan, just say whether you agree or not!”

This person really just wants someone to play with. Ji Lan was speechless. He did want to take on disciples, but this beautiful, insane person was more than he could handle.

“I do not agree.”

At these three words, Mo Chenxiao put away the drawn Rujing Sword.

“Why do you not agree!” Yu Zhengyang’s white hair was disheveled, and he looked at Ji Lan frantically. “What right do you have to refuse? You even agreed to let Mo Chenxiao be your disciple!”

Ji Lan and Mo Chenxiao: …

“I do not care,” Yu Zhengyang said boldly. “Ji Lan, either be my partner or be my master!”

“You must have me!”