There is Still Such A Good Thing? - Chapter 12

Chi Fuhan felt a chill down his spine and looked around. There were no demonic beasts.

Wen Juanzhi seemed accustomed to Chi Fuhan’s mockery, maintaining his composure as if the mad dog did not exist. He turned back to look at Wu Lingchan, who appeared quite fearful, and softened his tone unconsciously: “Do not be afraid. The back mountain is treacherous and full of demonic beasts. Which academy are you from, and why are you here alone?”

The man was handsome, and his smile was as refreshing as a spring breeze. Only when listening closely could one notice his slight lisp and his tendency to use short, clipped phrasing, which paradoxically gave him an air of being scholarly.

Wu Lingchan blinked: “I am a student not yet enrolled in the Chufeng Academy, here to hunt beasts in the back mountain.”

Upon hearing “Chufeng Academy,” Wen Juanzhi was still pondering why he had never seen the boy before, only to realize belatedly the significance of “not yet enrolled.” He found himself momentarily amused.

“You should follow behind me for a while,” Wen Juanzhi said, his voice laced with a smile. “I will protect you until you leave this place.”

Wu Lingchan sensed the goodwill and did not refuse: “Oh, okay!”

Chi Fuhan raised his hand to retract the chess piece trapping the half-demon, sneering: “You really are a bleeding heart. Your spiritual power is nearly exhausted, yet you want to drag a burden along. Even if you lost to me, you do not have to be in such a rush to find death.”

Wu Lingchan frowned.

Wen Juanzhi smiled and said: “There is no need for you to be so meddlesome.”

Chi Fuhan hummed, turned, and prepared to leave.

But before he could fly away, a trail of ink suddenly blocked his path.

Wu Lingchan said: “Did I give you permission to leave?”

Chi Fuhan: “?”

Wen Juanzhi looked at Wu Lingchan in astonishment.

Chi Fuhan spun around, his wide black-and-white sleeves sweeping through the void like a twisting Yin-Yang symbol. Chi Fuhan, the top-ranked genius, had always lived a life of smooth sailing with unparalleled luck. He was used to being the arrogant one, and for a fleeting moment, he felt the words could not possibly have been directed at him.

“Are you speaking to me?”

Wu Lingchan squinted and said: “Hand over your chessboard.”

Chi Fuhan: “?”

Chi Fuhan narrowed his eyes and confirmed again: “You are speaking to me!”

Wu Lingchan tilted his head skeptically and asked Wen Juanzhi: “Is he a stutterer?”

Wen Juanzhi: “…”

Chi Fuhan was so angry he laughed: “On what grounds should I give my magic artifact to you?”

Wu Lingchan: “?”

Xuanxiang: “…”

Xuanxiang bet that the kid must be thinking: “Does that even need a reason?”

“Ah,” Wu Lingchan said, “The half-demon trapped in your chess pieces is my friend. Should you not return him to me?”

The half-demon trapped in the chess piece had been in despair, but upon hearing this, his eyes widened, and he stared blankly at him.

Chi Fuhan was furious: “If I had not trapped this pathetic half-demon in time just now, a mere Qi-refining stage brat would have been eaten in one bite by him! You lowly ant, not only are you not grateful, you dare to make demands!”

Wu Lingchan did not quite understand his babbling, but hearing the constant “pathetic” and “mere,” he became even more convinced that the man was a stutterer.

“He has my mark on him, so he is mine.”

Chi Fuhan: “What mark?”

Before he could finish, a trail of ink drifted from the ink block on Wu Lingchan’s wrist, floating until it landed on a white chess piece on Chi Fuhan’s board. The half-demon watched blankly, and a faint, almost imperceptible ink dot appeared on his neck.

Chi Fuhan frowned.

Wen Juanzhi rarely saw Chi Fuhan with this expression and chimed in from the side: “You trapped a half-demon? Hahahaha, a mere top-ranked genius, hunting beasts and inner cores, relies on stealing?”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

“If you do not believe it, I will call him, and you can see if he responds,” Wu Lingchan said, shouting at the half-demon: “Little Sheep.”

Half-demon: “…”

Half-demon: “Baa.”

Wu Lingchan said: “See.”

Chi Fuhan squinted at Wu Lingchan, as if having discovered something, and suddenly said: “You are the son of Lord Jufu, Wu Kunkun?”

Seeing that he actually recognized him, Wu Lingchan humbly said: “No need for formalities, rise.”

Wen Juanzhi was slightly startled: “Wu Kunkun?”

Wu Lingchan: “You can rise too.”

Chi Fuhan’s red pupils shifted. The chessboard, which he had already put away, suddenly expanded, turning into a phantom shadow that covered a five-mile radius.

“Heh, what a stroke of luck. I did not have to go looking for you, you delivered yourself to my doorstep.”

Wu Lingchan looked at the phantom chessboard lines beneath his feet, puzzled: “Do we know each other?”

“Young Lord Wu Kunkun probably does not know how famous you are,” Chi Fuhan said, shrinking the chess piece containing the half-demon and letting it float in his palm, a mocking smile on his face. “In less than seven days of returning, you have bewitched Chen Jun into breaking countless rules, moved into Pihan Terrace, tricked him out of the Four-Nether Gold Bell, and schemed to put the Fifth Elder into seclusion and leave the Second Elder near death. Truly a magnificent plan, a magnificent scheme.”

Wu Lingchan: “?”

What is he talking about? I do not understand.

Wen Juanzhi frowned: “He is the Young Lord. Put away your artifact.”

“You know he is the Young Lord,” Chi Fuhan said coldly. “Returning suddenly at this time, is your goal not to reclaim the position of the new Demon Lord from Chen Jun? Chen Jun has treated me well, and I will never let a person with such a malicious heart succeed!”

Wen Juanzhi: “You…”

Chi Fuhan looked down at the confused Wu Lingchan and laughed mockingly: “You do not want to take back your friend right? I will release him, and you can fight me.”

Wen Juanzhi raised his hand to protect Wu Lingchan behind him, his face darkening.

“Chi Fuhan! Enough!”

Chi Fuhan said impatiently: “Ping-Er-Jiu.”

As he spoke, a white chess piece dropped from the void onto the coordinates “Ping-Er-Jiu” on the board, which was exactly where Wen Juanzhi was standing. Wen Juanzhi’s expression changed as the white piece transformed into a phantom glaze, enveloping him and instantly tossing him outside the board.

“Are you insane?!”

Chi Fuhan ignored him and stared straight at Wu Lingchan: “Well?”

Seeing the phantom chessboard shadow, Wu Lingchan’s eyes lit up: “Xuanxiang, I want this!”

Xuanxiang: “…”

Always calling on Xuanxiang when there is trouble, and forgetting him when there is not.

Wu Lingchan fixed his target, raised his eyebrows, and reached out: “Return him to me first.”

Chi Fuhan flicked his finger, and the white piece dropped in front of Wu Lingchan. After the glaze dissipated, the half-demon fell out.

Wu Lingchan grabbed the mass of Demonic Qi from the half-demon’s hand and tilted his chin: “Go hide in the back. Why are you glaring at me again?!”

Half-demon: “…”

The half-demon had been messed with by Wu Lingchan enough times to understand his temperament. He closed his eyes, swallowed his bitterness, and whispered a warning: “He is at the mid-stage of the Golden Core; you have no chance of winning.”

Wu Lingchan pointed to the side and glared at him: “Get lost.”

He did not have a single pleasant thing to say.

Chi Fuhan said: “Ping-Er-Ba.”

The half-demon was wrapped up in a chess piece and thrown out as well.

Wu Lingchan pulled out a gold hairpin, transformed it into a pen, and raised his eyebrows: “What if you lose?”

“That possibility does not exist,” Chi Fuhan said, sneering at the gaudy pen that lacked even a trace of spiritual power. “If I truly lose, I will rip my head off and give it to you to kick around like a ball.”

Wu Lingchan narrowed his eyes: “It is a deal.”

Chi Fuhan curled his lips in a sneer. The spiritual-grade artifact Four-Directional Egret was ranked seventh on the artifact list, and third under celestial-grade artifacts. Once caught in its board, one could only be manipulated by him. This was his first time using it, but it was more than enough to deal with a Qi-refining ant.

Wen Juanzhi was still trying to intervene: “Chi Fuhan, if you hurt him, how will you answer to Chen Jun?!”

Chi Fuhan attacked the artifact that was ranked eighth: “Shut up, mere eighth-ranked.”

Wen Juanzhi: “…”

Wu Lingchan was at the Ping-Er-Ba coordinates. Chi Fuhan could not be bothered to waste more breath and wanted to defeat him in one move. He summoned a black chess piece filled with Demonic Qi and pressed it down savagely toward Wu Lingchan.

“Ping-Er…”

Wu Lingchan’s red maple robes danced in the wind. He raised his pen, flicked it, and whispered softly.

“Ink Splash.”

The Xuanxiang vessel often used painting as an attack, but at this moment, a stream of pitch-black ink, frightening in its darkness, surged from the ink block. In an instant, with Wu Lingchan as the center, it spread over everything.

The ink was pitch-black, instantly covering the entire chessboard and obscuring the grid lines.

Chi Fuhan: “Ba???”

The black chess piece that was about to fall stiffened, spinning around in confusion, utterly unable to find the coordinates.

Chi Fuhan was stunned.

In the next instant, a long whip came from the void, and a sharp crack tore through the air. Chi Fuhan’s face changed, and he gripped the whip with his bare hands.

Wu Lingchan’s body was wrapped in a dancing ribbon of ink. He curled his lips into a smile and, with his beautiful eyes unblinking, struck down with his palm.

BOOM!

The entire chessboard was driven several yards into the ground, lotus flowers flew, and countless birds were startled into flight.

Wen Juanzhi and the half-demon stood rooted to the spot, staring in disbelief at the distance. How could Wu Kunkun, clearly at the Qi-refining stage, resist a mid-stage Golden Core expert?

Xuanxiang’s ink coiled around Wu Lingchan’s wrist, pouring out the spiritual power of a celestial-grade artifact, instantly suppressing Chi Fuhan’s artifact, and kicked toward Chi Fuhan’s chest.

Chi Fuhan blocked it, and with a bang, both were sent flying backward.

Wu Lingchan drifted in mid-air, carried by the ink marks, and raised his eyebrows: “Xuanxiang, we are truly amazing.”

Xuanxiang: “…”

Did you actually put in any effort?

After a few short exchanges, Chi Fuhan’s expression turned solemn as he stared at the ink marks on Wu Lingchan: “Your artifact is the Xuanxiang vessel!”

Wu Lingchan was humble and polite: “Only the top of the weapon list is worthy of me.”

Xuanxiang: “…”

Chi Fuhan was so jealous he could spit blood: “The Xuanxiang vessel is a celestial-grade artifact. How could it possibly recognize a mere Qi-refining stage brat as its master? Mere Qi-refining! Mere…”

Wu Lingchan: “?” Why is he stuttering again?

The various rankings of the Three Realms were not universal. Humans, demons, and spirits each had their own lists and their own geniuses, and they could not be bothered to inquire about others. The only universal one was the Ancient Weapon List.

Celestial-grade artifacts rarely appeared in the world, let alone the top-ranked Xuanxiang vessel. The Four-Directional Egret had been disabled, and a mid-stage Golden Core master was actually being suppressed.

Chi Fuhan took a deep breath, looked coldly at Wu Lingchan, and slashed his own wrist. Blood poured out instantly, and scarlet talisman marks struggled to climb out of his flesh and blood, twisting around Chi Fuhan like ferocious evil spirits.

Wu Lingchan raised his eyebrows: “What is that?”

“Talisman Suppression.”

The ink was as black as lacquer. Xuanxiang slowly walked out from behind Wu Lingchan. Having consumed too much spiritual power to use “Ink Splash,” his spirit body was paler than before, like ink smoke melting in water.

Wu Lingchan: “A suppression object?”

“Yes,” Xuanxiang frowned, his pupils so pale they were nearly colorless. “No wonder Chen She values him so much. A celestial-grade suppression object, using blood as the talisman, the body as the anchor, and the soul as the cage, it can command spirits and suppress objects. It is difficult to deal with.”

“Why is it difficult?” Wu Lingchan asked lazily. “Since he uses his body as the anchor, will killing him not solve it?”

Xuanxiang’s lips dispersed for a moment in the wind, but after re-forming, they remained tightly pursed. He scolded in a low voice: “If Demonic Qi enters your body, you will suffer the pain of your Golden Core gathering and shattering all over again.”

Wu Lingchan smiled, eyes narrowed: “So what? The things I want, I have never failed to obtain.”

“Leave it to me,” Xuanxiang ordered, “You are forbidden from using Demonic Qi.”

In the time it took to speak a few sentences, Chi Fuhan’s black-and-white robes were covered in talisman paper, and the ghost-like suppression was fully gathered, filled with monstrous killing intent. Seeing this, the half-demon’s face turned as pale as paper. Wen Juanzhi was also stunned. He knew Chi Fuhan’s temper better than anyone; having gone this far with Talisman Suppression, he would not stop easily.

Chi Fuhan looked down at Wu Lingchan: “How could the Xuanxiang vessel recognize you as its master? To him, you are nothing but a burden.”

Xuanxiang’s expression changed, and he instinctively looked at Wu Lingchan.

Sure enough, Wu Lingchan was no longer smiling.

Wu Lingchan had not lived a life of smooth sailing since he was a child, but it was not one of bitterness or hatred either. He had a good temper and was happy-go-lucky, never taking others’ insults to heart, always smiling at everyone he met. But at this moment, he had no trace of a smile, his red pupils cold beneath his thick, sweeping eyelashes.

“This is the second time you have called me a burden,” Wu Lingchan said. “Apologize now, and I will not pursue this further.”

The talisman suppression had climbed into Chi Fuhan’s eyes, making his handsome face appear even more evil. “What did I say wrong? If the Xuanxiang vessel were used by a Golden Core, Nascent Soul, or even an Ascension-stage cultivator, it could move mountains and shake the earth. In your hands, it cannot even exert one-hundredth of its power. If you are not a burden, what are you?”

There was a buzzing in Wu Lingchan’s ears, and countless chaotic voices poured into his mind.

“You are just a burden!”

“Get lost! The further, the better!”

Xuanxiang looked at Wu Lingchan’s expression: “Lingchan?”

Wu Lingchan: “Return.”

Xuanxiang could not resist, transforming back into water and ink, and slipping back into the ink block.

Wu Lingchan took out the iron lump the half-demon had given him and gently crushed it.

The Demonic Qi flew out instantly.

Wu Lingchan looked at Chi Fuhan, gave a light smile, and murmured: “You will apologize to me.”

“Sure, I will be waiting…”

Before Chi Fuhan could finish his threat, he saw Wu Lingchan’s figure vanish from his spot without warning. Chi Fuhan froze, spreading his spiritual power instantly, but finding no trace of spiritual volatility. For a fleeting moment, his heart skipped a beat, and a strange sense of foreboding washed over him. But all around were his Talisman Suppressions; even a Nascent Soul expert could not get the better of him, let alone a mere…

Bang.

Chi Fuhan’s face changed drastically. One Talisman Suppression only had time to protect his heart before it exploded and shattered. A blade had cleaved through the suppression. Chi Fuhan staggered back, looking up in shock.

Qi-refining…

No, the demonic aura all around was changing. It climbed from the laughable first stage of Qi-refining, breakthrough by breakthrough, in half a breath, past Foundation Establishment, into Golden Core. Finally, it stopped at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, even faintly reaching the threshold of the Nascent Soul realm.

The surrounding ink marks became darker and darker, a black that reflected no other color, obscuring the sky and earth. Chi Fuhan had always relied on his Talisman Suppression, but at this moment, his heart was pounding under that pressure.

Suddenly, a pitch-black streak of ink, like a mountain peak, struck at him. Chi Fuhan subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, only to realize with terror that he could not move his hand at all.

That was the suppression of realms and bloodlines.

The air grew silent.

Chi Fuhan’s face was ashen, with only one thought in his heart.

It is over.

He had not even unleashed a move, and he was about to be killed.

In the next instant, the dense ink parted left and right, and a ghastly white blade light cleaved through heaven and earth.

A cold glimmer flashed. A hand reached deep from the ink, gripped his neck, and slammed him down! Chi Fuhan felt the world spinning, and a pain in his back. When he realized what happened, he was already being held by the throat and pressed to the ground by Wu Lingchan.

Between life and death, all his memories flashed by. Chi Fuhan suddenly remembered that several years ago, while out on a training mission, he had heard that the Human Immortal Alliance had a peerless genius who had reached the Golden Core stage at fourteen and possessed a celestial-grade artifact. Chi Fuhan had been dismissive at the time, thinking the Immortal Alliance was just inventing a genius to suppress the Demon Ruins because he was such a talent.

Now, Chi Fuhan suddenly remembered the boasting description of that top-ranked master.

Red robes, embroidered with gold maple patterns, the master of the Xuanxiang vessel.

The youth with his back to the light was lean and slender, his red maple robes like blood. Ink marks and blood floated together, and he held that blade which had split the sun and moon, stabbing it down decisively toward Chi Fuhan’s face.

Chi Fuhan’s pupils shrank.

It was him?!

…But it was too late.

BANG!

The blade stabbed into the ground, sinking three inches deep.

A dead silence descended all around.

Chi Fuhan stared blankly at the blade tip just half an inch from his throat, already covered in a cold sweat. Not only was he stunned, but the two watching the battle were also dumbfounded. Wen Juanzhi was still holding his transmission jade, trying to send a message to his teacher.

Opposite him, a voice was still shouting: “What? What? Why are you not talking?! Is that brat Chi Shuang bullying someone again?! You scoundrel, when you get back, I will beat you to death! Relying on your high cultivation to act willfully, one day you will hit an iron plate!”

Wen Juanzhi: “…”

Teacher, rest assured, he already hit it.

No one could have imagined that someone at the Qi-refining stage could instantly climb to the Great Perfection of the Golden Core.

Chi Fuhan’s defeat was sealed.

The half-demon breathed a huge sigh of relief, his legs going weak, almost causing him to kneel. Wu Lingchan, with a streak of blood on his cheek, rested one knee on Chi Fuhan’s chest and looked down at him: “Apologize.”

Chi Fuhan was still shaken and did not react.

Slap.

Wu Lingchan gave him a slap.

The half-demon covered his face.

Wen Juanzhi: “?”

Chi Fuhan had never suffered such humiliation in his life. Just as he was about to instinctively raise his eyebrows in anger, Wu Lingchan slapped him again.

“Are you apologizing or not? Are you going to apologize? You humiliated me like this, are you going to apologize?”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Who is humiliating whom?

Chi Fuhan’s limbs were bound by ink and he could not resist. Very quickly, he was thoroughly beaten into submission—in both senses of the word. He gritted his teeth and spat out a few words: “I’m sorry.”

“You called me a burden four times, and you only say it once?”

Chi Fuhan made up for it fiercely, roaring: “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Is that enough?!”

Only then did Wu Lingchan stand up, satisfied, stepping off his chest and pulling out his blade, pulling the surrounding ink splash back into his shadow.

Chi Fuhan was still lying on the ground, looking at him with a complex expression for a long time before glaring at him and asking: “You… aren’t you going to kill me?!”

The half-demon bowed his head to look at his toes.

Wen Juanzhi: “?”

Wu Lingchan’s Golden Core had gathered and shattered again, leaving his face as pale as paper, but he acted as if nothing had happened, turning his head back and raising his eyebrows lightly.

The setting sun fell on him, his slightly curly red hair moving with the wind, and Wu Lingchan suddenly laughed.

Chi Fuhan’s pupils widened abruptly.

“You guys are really interesting,” Wu Lingchan said with a smile. “Every time you get beaten, the first sentence is always that. Is there some reason I must kill you?”

Chi Fuhan remained stunned for a long while before coming back to his senses. He coughed and said with his neck stiff: “A bet is a bet! I lost to you, so my life is yours! If you want my head to play ball, I will rip it off and give it to you!”

Wu Lingchan said: “What would I want that for?”

Chi Fuhan coughed again: “Then you… you, you…”

He really is a stutterer, Wu Lingchan thought.

“Then what do you want?” Chi Fuhan climbed up from the ground, no longer arrogant, but still annoying. “I will do whatever you say.”

Wu Lingchan’s eyes lit up: “Really?”

“I can swear an oath.”

Wu Lingchan immediately said: “I want your chessboard.”

“Huh? What chessboard?”

“The ‘Ping-Er-Ba’ one from just now.”

“?”

Chi Fuhan took back his artifact, which had returned to the size of a palm and was floating in his palm: “You mean the ‘Four-Directional Egret’?”

“Yeah!”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Chi Fuhan hesitated for a moment and said euphemistically: “I spent countless efforts to get this artifact, and I have only used it once. Why don’t I give you a ‘Talisman Suppression’ instead? My Talisman Suppression is priceless and unique!”

Wu Lingchan lacked judgment: “No need, the new chessboard is better.”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Chi Fuhan gritted his teeth. Although he was wild and unruly, he had principles. A bet was a bet; so what if he gave it to him? In any case, the winner of today’s academy competition would also receive a new artifact.

Chi Fuhan closed his eyes, severed his connection with the Four-Directional Egret, and handed it to Wu Lingchan.

Wu Lingchan accepted it happily.

With the Four-Directional Egret put away, Wen Juanzhi finally flew over, looking Wu Lingchan up and down in surprise: “You… your face is pale. Are you alright?”

Wu Lingchan was happy and could not be bothered with his physical pain, shaking his head: “I am fine.”

The Four-Directional something-or-other was indeed a well-deserved spiritual-grade artifact. The jade board was warm, and the pieces in the case could be placed on the board with just a thought—truly convenient.

Brother will definitely like it!

Wen Juanzhi looked at Chi Fuhan, who was sporting four palm prints. With his arch-rival finally having embarrassed himself, Wen Juanzhi could not help but say lightly: “The Chufeng top-ranked genius hit an iron plate. I am afraid this news will spread all over tonight…”

Before he could finish, Chi Fuhan sneered. Just because he had been beaten into submission by Wu Lingchan did not mean his temper had vanished. He imitated Wen Juanzhi’s tone, dripping with sarcasm: “Sunset is coming. Where are your inner cores? You are a loser, what are you barking for?”

Wen Juanzhi: “…”

“Inner cores? Almost forgot.”

Wu Lingchan reached into Xuanxiang’s storage space, digging and digging, until he took out the remaining uneaten inner cores and gave them all to Wen Juanzhi.

Chi Fuhan: “?”

Wen Juanzhi: “?”

Wen Juanzhi was stunned for a long time before smiling helplessly. He realized that with Wu Lingchan’s spiritual power, he had not needed anyone to save him when the chess piece fell earlier; he had just been meddling in others’ business. Even so, Wu Lingchan remembered this little favor and doubled it back whenever he had the chance.

How could a person like this have a malicious heart?

Just as Wu Lingchan placed the thirty-sixth inner core into Wen Juanzhi’s hand, the last streak of sunset disappeared from the horizon. The jade pendants on both their waists flashed, and a semi-transparent kitten floated out, with the words “Si Zhuo” hanging around its neck, meowing excitedly.

“The Chufeng Academy Grand Competition concludes today! The winner is Wen Juanzhi! With a total of 136 demonic beast inner cores hunted!

“Well-deserved for our Master Chi! Let us congratulate Chi Fuhan! Tonight at Kunfu Kongkongli! Master Chi invites everyone from Chufeng Academy for a night of revelry!

“Congratulations, Wen Juanzhi!”

Chi Fuhan: “…………”

Wen Juanzhi: “!”

Chi Fuhan’s face flushed red—from anger. He had even booked the expensive Kongkongli restaurant and bribed the senior student from Si Zhuo Academy to announce the results, all to mock Wen Juanzhi. Who could have expected Wu Kunkun to jump in halfway through?!

What about his good luck?!

Chi Fuhan shouted angrily: “I just gave you the Four-Directional Egret, how can you help him against me?!”

“Did you give it?” Wu Lingchan was still happily playing with the chessboard, not even looking up. “Was it not snatched by my own skill?”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Wen Juanzhi: “Hahahaha.”

As the sun set behind the mountains, the sky gradually darkened.

At Pihan Terrace, Chen She sat before the desk, his slender fingers plucking the strings to play a melody. Fuyu sat cross-legged on the roof, snow covering his shoulders, listening to the demonic music, humming an off-key tune, and wiping his blade with a calm expression.

Chen She’s voice drifted over.

“What time is it?”

Fuyu muttered to himself, wondering why he had been asking for the time since late afternoon.

“Almost at the Hour of the Pig.”

“Mm.”

Fuyu could not help but ask, hanging upside down from the window like a ghost: “Does Chen Jun have any orders?”

Chen She’s expression was calm: “No.”

Fuyu raised his eyebrows. There was clearly something, as he looked to be in a bad mood.

At this moment, Xun Ye rushed back through the snow and pushed the door open. Fuyu was puzzled. Is Chen Jun in a good mood again?

So, he was waiting for Xun Ye. It seems Xun Er went to handle some important business that Chen Jun was anxious about.

Xun Ye walked into Pihan Terrace and bowed: “Today I went to the Blood Sea of the Reincarnation Tombs to investigate the aura of the great demon, and discovered several rifts appearing near Si Zhuo Academy.”

Chen She gave a calm “Mm.”

Xun Ye mentioned a few other urgent matters, realized Chen She did not care about them, and asked tentatively: “Is Chen Jun waiting for Young Lord Kun?”

Chen She’s demonic music reached a higher pitch, but he did not deny it.

“Why is he still not back so late today?”

Xun Ye had been rushing back as soon as he received the news. He was still unsure of exactly how much weight Wu Kunkun held in Chen Jun’s heart and hesitated for a moment on whether he should speak.

“I sent people to watch the Young Lord, and discovered he went to the depths of the back mountain to hunt beasts today.”

“Mm, I allowed it.”

Xun Ye hesitated again.

Chen She frowned: “Was he injured?”

“Not exactly,” Xun Ye said, observing Chen Jun’s expression. “While hunting beasts, the Young Lord accidentally clashed with Chi Shuang… and for the sake of a half-demon… he used Demonic Qi from unknown origins, and defeated Chi Shuang.”

Bang.

The strings snapped suddenly, and the ancient zither was crushed into dust by uncontrollable spiritual power.

Chen She’s face was colder than ever before.

“Where is he now?”

Xun Ye held his breath.

“He is playing at Kongkongli with Chi Shuang, Wen Gu and that half-demon.”