There is Still Such A Good Thing? - Chapter 13

Kongkongli is the largest restaurant in the main city of Kunfu.

At night, the lanterns shine as bright as day, and a constant stream of people comes and goes.

Wen Juanzhi triumphantly took first place. To celebrate, Young Master Chi hosted a banquet at Kongkongli, where the delicacies and fine wine reserved half a month in advance were already prepared.

Chi Fuhan, having no way to retreat, was so angry he vomited blood.

But on second thought, if Wu Kunkun had not interfered, Wen Juanzhi would still have been below him. One hundred demonic beast inner cores; even on horseback, Wen Juanzhi could not have surpassed him.

Chi Fuhan comforted himself, thinking that Wen Juanzhi’s win was merely a stroke of luck and not because he was inferior in skill, so why get so worked up?

It was just a one-time ranking, just a single Wen Juanzhi, just a heh.

Chi Fuhan could afford to lose. With a wave of his hand, he still acted as the host to celebrate his second place.

There were over twenty students from the Chufeng Study Hall. Upon receiving the news via the study hall’s jade slip, they rushed over, each bringing a blessing as a gift.

“Oh my, oh my, celebrating second place with such fanfare? Your skin is truly thick, oh my, oh my.”

“Hahaha, you finally lost to Wen Juanzhi! Go be nailed to the pillar of shame, Chi Second Place.”

“Congratulations to Wen Gu! You finally slapped this bastard hard in the face. Hey, Second Place, are we sitting inside to eat? Shopkeeper! I want the most expensive ones, serve everything most expensive you have!”

Wen Juanzhi was humble and polite: “Hahaha, it was just luck.”

Chi Second Place mimicked his tone: “Hahaha, if you are not going to eat, then get lost!”

Everyone went inside, fully satisfied.

However, once they entered, they found a stranger sitting cross-legged on the chief seat of Kongkongli.

That was usually Chi Fuhan’s seat.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

Who was this?

Wu Lingchan rested his chin on his hand, sitting there lazily, ignoring the inquisitive gazes: “How lively.”

After the Chufeng Study Hall competition ended, he had intended to take the jade chessboard back to Bihantai to give to his brother, but Wen Juanzhi sincerely invited him to Kongkongli to drink and watch Chi Fuhan make a fool of himself.

Wu Lingchan happily followed along.

Watching Chi Fuhan get snubbed was certainly worth the trip.

After receiving all the blessings, Chi Fuhan sat down opposite Wu Lingchan with a jar of wine, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Is that half-demon really your good friend? Chen Jun detests half-demons the most. If he finds out, he will definitely kill him with one strike.”

Kongkongli was located in the main city; the half-demon had not dared to follow and had already left alone.

Wu Lingchan did not like hearing this and glared at him: “You loser, do you have anything meaningful to say or not?”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Chi Fuhan changed the subject: “What means did you use to get the Four Nether Golden Bells from Chen Jun?”

Wu Lingchan rummaged through the ornaments on his waist for a long time before hooking out the little bell Chen She had given him: “You mean this?”

“Yeah.”

“Brother gave it to me and said it was for self-defense.”

Chi Fuhan was jealous again and said gloomily, “Wu Kunkun, your methods are truly impressive.”

Wu Lingchan: “?”

What is he saying? I do not understand.

“The Four Nether Golden Bells.” After accepting the praise, Wen Juanzhi sat beside Wu Lingchan, his eyes smiling. “They are ranked seventeenth on the Weapon Ranking, but when it comes to defense, no one can compare to them.”

Wu Lingchan pulled the rope on the bell in confusion.

It is that powerful?

He had thought it was just an ordinary little bell.

Brother is so good.

Chi Fuhan increasingly felt that this person was deep and scheming. He was clearly at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage but pretended to be at the Qi Refining stage to play the pig to eat the tiger. He clearly had a defensive weapon like the Four Nether Golden Bells but did not use it, insisting on fighting him blow for blow.

“Are you coming to the back mountain to hunt beasts tomorrow?” Chi Fuhan raised an eyebrow. “Let us have another match.”

“No.”

Chi Fuhan pursued: “Why?”

Wu Lingchan nibbled on a snack. He felt that Wen Juanzhi’s concise way of speaking was very natural, and it would not expose the fact that he was not proficient in the Kunfu language.

“Fengyu Small Hall, small exam tomorrow. I want to get an A to show Brother so he will praise me.”

Chi Fuhan: “?”

Wen Juanzhi stopped drinking and looked at him in shock: “You are in the Fengyu Tiny, tiny, tiny hall?”

“Not that many tinies, just one tiny.”

Wen Juanzhi: “…”

The two looked at each other.

Chi Fuhan quickly understood and sneered.

Chen Jun must have seen through this person’s disguise and schemes, not even allowing him to enter the Sizhuo Academy and dumping him in the Fengyu Small Hall to be out of sight and out of mind.

The students clinked glasses and slaughtered Chi Fuhan’s wallet.

Late at night, a handsome student, drunk, could not help but sneak over to Wu Lingchan’s side. He fanned himself like a peacock opening its tail: “I have never seen such a beautiful and refined beauty in Kunfu. May I ask your name?”

Wen Juanzhi frowned: “Do not spout drunken nonsense, go away, go away.”

Wu Lingchan did not mind, as it was a compliment: “Wu Kunkun, you may stand up.”

“Good name. Kunkun implies diligence in learning despite difficulties…”

Wen Juanzhi said impatiently, “You are sleepy, get lost.”

The man acted as if he had not heard him, smiling as he took a portrait scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Wu Lingchan: “I wonder if there will be a chance to exchange ideas with Kunkun in the future?”

In Kunfu, giving someone a portrait was a subtle way of expressing one’s pursuit.

Chi Fuhan frowned as he watched.

In the Kunfu Ruins, where the strong were respected, there had never been a skin as beautiful and alluring as Wu Lingchan’s.

Without Chen Jun’s protection, anyone could taint Wu Kunkun. Even if he was safe for now because of the Four Nether Golden Bells, one day he would be forcibly taken by another powerful demonic cultivator.

Wu Lingchan did not understand the rules of the Kunfu Ruins. Seeing that this person had no ill intent, he said “Oh” and reached out to take the portrait.

The man’s eyes lit up instantly.

I did not expect it to be this easy?

Wen Juanzhi was just about to intervene when bang, the door of Kongkongli suddenly opened.

Everyone looked toward the door and froze slightly.

It was deep into the night, and rain had begun to fall. The sound of dripping rain, accompanied by moisture, was swept in by the wind.

Xun Ye, dressed in black, used a spell to block the rain and leaned against the door frame, raising an eyebrow: “Yo, it is quite lively here.”

Kongkongli fell silent for a moment. Everyone stood up in unison and exclaimed.

“Lord Xun!”

Most of the students in the Chufeng Study Hall revered Chen She, so they naturally knew of Xun Ye’s reputation as the Second Killing God.

However, Xun Ye was either killing beast tides in the Wangliao Tomb or following Chen She, so he rarely appeared. A group of cubs who had not even reached adulthood were so excited they almost jumped up when they saw the real person.

“Why is Lord Xun here?!”

“Is it also because Chi Second Place invited you?!”

“Leader Chi, we repent!”

Chi Fuhan stood up in surprise to welcome him, barely maintaining his composure, but his heart was blooming with joy.

“Please come in, Lord Xun! Is there some important matter that brings you here?”

Xun Ye said “Hm”: “I am here on Chen Jun’s orders to take the Young Lord home.”

Everyone froze again.

It took Chi Fuhan a long time to remember that Young Lord was Wu Kunkun, and he turned his head in shock.

Chen Jun actually sent someone to pick him up?

Wu Lingchan took a sip of wine from his cup. Being his first time drinking, he was unprepared. The spice made his features scrunch up, and he let out a long “Zia!” sigh. The wine entered his stomach, and a warmth spread through him.

It was raining outside, and Wu Lingchan did not really want to leave: “But I have not finished playing yet. Can I wait a while before going back?”

Xun Ye stepped forward, carrying a snow-white cloak in his hand: “Chen Jun has ordered that you return immediately.”

Wu Lingchan bargained: “Then can I bring a jar of wine back?”

“You may.” Xun Ye was uncharacteristically good-tempered and smiled, “I will carry it for the Young Lord.”

Of course, it was impossible for Wu Lingchan to carry it himself. As he got up, he looked at Xun Ye suspiciously.

The last time Xun Ye had shown this mysterious smile was when he sent him to the Fengyu Small Hall.

What is going on this time?

Xun Ye carried the wine and, under the deathly silent gaze of the surroundings, fastened the cloak on the Young Lord’s shoulders and thoughtfully brushed his long hair out from inside the clothing.

Wu Lingchan walked away.

Xun Ye followed closely behind. As he passed by the student who had handed over the portrait, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he snapped his fingers lightly.

A cluster of flames suddenly ignited, burning the portrait to ashes with a hiss.

The man shuddered.

Xun Ye smiled and patted the man’s cheek, saying one word per pat: “Your guts are huge, do you want to die that badly?”

The man was so scared his face turned pale and red, shaking his head like a rattle, not daring to make a sound.

Ever since Xun Ye entered Kongkongli, his actions, carrying the wine, draping the cloak, and burning the portrait as if no one else was there, had left everyone staring in a daze, as if they were dreaming.

By the time the door of Kongkongli banged shut, everyone suddenly came to their senses and burst into expressions of disbelief.

“Was that just now Lord Xun?”

“Young Lord? What Young Lord? Which Young Lord? Could it be the legendary missing Wu Kunkun?”

“Demon God above! The world of Kunfu has changed?”

Chi Fuhan stared at the closed door, dumbfounded.

Chen Jun’s attitude toward this Young Lord, who was suspected of wanting to seize the throne, was far too indulgent.

Wu Lingchan knew nothing of this. He hummed a little tune while being escorted back to Bihantai by Xun Ye, chatting with him along the way.

“I am not a child. Brother is so worried about me, sending you to pick me up.”

“The Young Lord is noble, and it should be so.”

Xun Ye showed great tolerance for the Young Lord’s narcissism, even looking at him with pity, hoping he could still laugh later.

It was not snowing in Bihantai today.

Wu Lingchan clutched the palm-sized jade chessboard, his red hem fluttering, and ran happily through the corridor. Before he even entered, his voice drifted ahead.

“Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother!”

The door was not closed. Wu Lingchan ran in without obstruction: “Brother, I used my own abilities today for you to… Hm?”

Bihantai looked like it was carved from jade, filled with coldness everywhere. It looked like a place for bitter cultivation.

When Wu Lingchan entered and exited Bihantai the past few days, he only felt the cold when it snowed, but sitting on the cushion would warm him up again.

Today, although it was not snowing, the main hall of Bihantai was covered in frost. Icicles hung down like sharp swords, and the whole room was filled with an aura of killing.

Chen She sat upright on the jade platform, his white robes covered in frost.

Wu Lingchan shivered for no reason.

If it were anyone else, they would have become vigilant and fearful upon sensing this strange scene, but Wu Lingchan just wrapped his cloak tighter, trotted over, and asked considerately, “Brother? Are you practicing?”

Chen She spoke, his tone light and airy, as if asking about his homework: “I heard that you fought with Chi Shuang today for the sake of a half-demon.”

The clear and resonant voice echoed in the hall, devoid of emotional fluctuations.

Wu Lingchan keenly felt as if there was a barrier between him and Brother. He thought about it, said “Ah,” trotted onto the jade platform, and pulled away the white veil that was blocking him from Brother.

There, the barrier is gone.

Wu Lingchan was relieved: “Chi Second Place? Yes, yes, I even won, and I snatched his jade chessboard!”

Chen She ignored his expression of “Praise me, praise me,” and asked indifferently, “Do you know what a half-demon is?”

Wu Lingchan was not discouraged when he did not receive praise and sat on the cushion in front of Chen She, answering obediently: “A child born of a human and a demonic beast is called a half-demon. Huh, why is it not called half-human?”

Chen She laughed and said softly, “Half-demons are the most insidious, cunning, and greedy creatures in the world.”

Wu Lingchan was stunned.

“They have the blood of demonic beasts flowing in their bone marrow. They are despicable and dirty,” Chen She said. “Yet they can wear human skin, pretending to be harmless and righteous, while actually waiting for the opportunity to devour your flesh and blood.”

Wu Lingchan did not quite understand these complex words, but he felt they were not good words, and they simply did not match the half-demon he knew.

“Little Sheep is not like that.”

Hearing this “Little Sheep,” Chen She raised an eyebrow: “You mean him?”

Wu Lingchan followed Chen She’s finger and was stunned.

The half-demon who had left alone was now tied up tightly on the ground, his eyes closed, having lost consciousness.

Wu Lingchan was shocked.

Chen She grabbed Wu Lingchan’s hand as he tried to get up and asked gently again, “Then do you know what demonic aura is?”

Wu Lingchan looked at Chen She in confusion, feeling that Brother was not quite right today.

“It is things from the Blood Sea in the Wangliao Tomb, prohibited items used for demonic beast cultivation.”

“Hm, so you do know it is used by demonic beasts.” Chen She laughed, speaking slowly, “Then can you tell Brother, knowing that demonic aura is a prohibited item, why you dared to put it in your dantian?”

Wu Lingchan was lost for a moment.

Since he was a child, he had rarely spent long periods with normal people. Sometimes he could not hear the subtext in others’ words, and it took him a long time to react.

Chen She was interrogating him.

“Why can I not put it in?” Wu Lingchan could not understand. “Brother said it is a prohibited item and not allowed to be bought or sold, but mine was given to me by someone else. I could use it, so I did. I did not hurt anyone else.”

Chen She’s tone sank: “Wu Kunkun.”

Spiritual power uncontrollably spread in all directions, and the icicles in the room were all shattered and fell down.

Xun Ye was terrified and did not dare to make a sound.

He had never seen Chen Jun get so angry, so he could not bother watching the show anymore; he only hoped that Wu Kunkun would act spoiled and stupid like before, maybe that would save him from punishment.

“I am not wrong.” Wu Lingchan was not afraid of him, his brows furrowing tighter. “The top student you value is just so-so, Second Place, Second Place. The demonic aura helped me win, so it is a good thing. I did not steal or rob. Release Little Sheep.”

“A good thing that makes you lose your mind.” Chen She grabbed Wu Lingchan’s wrist, and spiritual power instantly circulated through his meridians. “A wisp of demonic aura is enough to leave you bruised and your spiritual meridians broken. To risk serious injury just to win, what exactly do you get out of it?”

Wu Lingchan shouted, “The jade chessboard, ranked seventh!”

Chen She said, “Flashy and without substance, what is the use of that?”

Wu Lingchan was suddenly stunned.

Chen She said coldly, “Chi Shuang is in the middle stage of the Golden Core; your Xuanxiang is enough to handle him. Why did you have to personally…”

Suddenly, Chen She felt heat on the back of his hand.

Xun Ye gasped silently.

Wu Lingchan was crying.

All of Chen She’s questioning came to an abrupt halt: “You…”

Wu Lingchan did not know if he was angry or aggrieved, or if he wanted to scold Chen She but could not because he was not proficient in Kunfu. He felt a sour pain in his chest, and tears welled up.

When had Wu the Prodigy ever suffered such indignity? His whole body was trembling, and he could no longer hold it back, blurting out a string of Immortal Alliance common language.

“You scold me! Chi Second Place scolded me too! It was clearly him who provoked me; I was just accepting the challenge, yet you scold me without listening to reason! I used the demonic aura, so what if I used it? It is a good thing, and I will use it more in the future! The most you can do is kill me!”

After saying this, seeing the confusion on Chen She’s face, Wu Lingchan’s heart seemed to ache even more.

The wounds Wu Lingchan had deliberately ignored and suppressed seemed to scream all at once, forcing his face to go deathly pale, and he felt a fishy taste of blood in his throat.

The jade chessboard in his hand dropped.

The seventh-ranked magic tool, which he had just thought was beautiful and excellent, now felt like a needle pricking his heart.

Wu Lingchan thought: Chen She does not value it at all.

Well, Chen Jun of the Kunfu Ruins, what would he be lacking?

Chen She reached out to him: “Kunkun…”

Wu Lingchan slapped it away, scrambled up, kicked the jade chessboard on the ground, and bit back his tears: “I gave it to you. If Chen Jun does not want it, then throw it away.”

Chen She was stunned.

After giving it away, Wu Lingchan ran off the jade platform with a blank expression and headed straight for the exit, taking the unconscious half-demon with him.

Chen She lowered his head, seemingly looking at the jade chessboard.

Before he could snap out of it and call Wu Lingchan back, he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside.

Wu Lingchan returned, running back in a rush.

Chen She: “Kun…”

Wu Lingchan, his face covered in tears, threw something else at him and roared loudly while crying.

“I hate you!”

This time, he used the few Kunfu words he knew, ensuring Chen She understood clearly.

Chen She: “…………”

After roaring, Wu Lingchan sobbed and rushed out of Bihantai.

Chen She stood stunned for a moment and looked down.

What Wu Lingchan threw at him was the little bell he had personally given him.