ATAVID CH28

Wei Xun actually didn’t refuse Shen Peiqiu.

The black haze at the bottom of his eyes had silently faded away. His expression remained cold as he merely nodded: “Fine.”

It wasn’t until they walked into the room.

Shen Peiqiu finally said: “Regarding the matter just now, I apologize to the young master on their behalf. It is my lax discipline that caused the disciples to lose their sense of propriety.”

“No matter,” Wei Xun lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint circle of shadow on his lower eyelids. He said listlessly: “Whatever you want to say, say it now. I’m very tired and need to go back to sleep later.”

Shen Peiqiu was stunned.

Then he smiled: “The young master is truly a person who speaks frankly and bluntly.”

Wei Xun didn’t pick up the conversation.

Outside the window, Jiang Qunyu was sitting on the windowsill. One leg was bent with his knee pressed against the window frame, while the other leg hung down, his toes suspended in mid-air and swaying gently.

With his hands resting behind his head, he looked bored to death at that dry well in the courtyard—

The moss on the edge of the well was dry and old, looking as if it hadn’t been used for many years.

Hearing the conversation coming from the room, he also turned his head to look at Wei Xun.

Wait, why did Wei Xun speak like this in front of Shen Peiqiu too?

No wonder later on Shen Peiqiu would rather choose that scumbag Lan Yuanzhou over him.

As if perceiving Jiang Qunyu’s gaze, Wei Xun turned his head to look back.

Only to see that Jiang Qunyu had already retracted his line of sight.

Still looking outside the room.

Looking at Wen Xingyao? Or that disciple from the Profound Sword Sect?

Wei Xun didn’t know.

Seeing him not speaking, Shen Peiqiu followed his line of sight and looked outside.

Outside the window, there was only that vigorous ancient tree swaying in the wind, its branches and leaves rustling, and beneath the tree was that bluestone dry well.

Besides that, there was no one else, so he retracted his gaze.

Wei Xun restrained the emotions in his eyes and listened quietly as Shen Peiqiu said: “Young master, why don’t you all leave this city sooner rather than later.”

“Oh?” Wei Xun’s eyelashes drooped like raven feathers, “Why?”

Shen Peiqiu wasn’t sure of Wei Xun’s intentions.

But he was accustomed to speaking as someone in a higher position. After thinking for a moment, he suggested: “We indeed come from the Profound Sword Sect. It’s just that in recent months, quite a few disciples of my sect have perished here.”

He paused, his tone regretful: “I don’t know if you and the other young master saw the corpses of my sect’s disciples in the dense forest when you entered the city? They were all Golden Core stage disciples, yet they still ended up in such a state. You and that young master are both mortals, with no spiritual power to protect yourselves; how could you possibly survive in the city?”

Wei Xun let out a light chuckle: “Immortal Venerable Shen truly speaks laughably. How do you know I am merely a mortal?”

His tone was casual: “Furthermore, those disciples died, and I didn’t. Doesn’t that exactly prove that I am stronger than those disciples?”

Immortal Venerable Shen.

Shen Peiqiu pondered over these few words. Coupled with Wei Xun’s words, another guess formed in his heart: “Is the young master also a disciple of an immortal sect?”

Wei Xun had never thought of hiding his own identity.

Moreover, he also needed someone to spread the news that he was still alive.

After all, the people the Lingxiao Sect dispatched to hunt him down back then had all died in the Misty Forest.

Wei Xun stood up, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: “Immortal Venerable, do not forget, I am called Wei Xun.”

After saying that, he no longer looked at Shen Peiqiu, turned around, pushed the door open, and left.

Behind him, Shen Peiqiu was stunned for a long while.

Only then did he suddenly remember.

Wei Xun.

Wasn’t this the young genius of the Lingxiao Sect who had already perished ten years ago?

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Jiang Qunyu followed behind Wei Xun. He couldn’t hold back: “Did you deliberately let him know your identity?”

Although it was a question, his tone was certain.

The corners of Wei Xun’s lips curved: “Naturally.”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t understand, though: “Why are you doing this?”

“Hmm,” Wei Xun had already reached the second floor and casually pushed open a door, “Someone has to tell them that I am still alive.”

“Them?” Jiang Qunyu followed inside, “Are you talking about Wei Lan and Wei Miao and the others?”

Wei Xun’s tone was faint: “Mm.”

The moment he walked into the room, he took off that moon-white robe from just now, his brows and eyes not concealing his disgust.

He merely condensed his palm slightly, and a cluster of gloomy blue flames flared up with a “whoosh,” instantly engulfing that robe.

The firelight flickered, reflecting on Wei Xun’s face, illuminating that faint trace of cold intent between his brows.

A moment later, the robe turned to ash, fell to the ground, and was gently blown away by a gust of wind from an unknown source.

How should he put it?

His behavior was completely within Jiang Qunyu’s expectations.

With Wei Xun’s germaphobic temperament, the fact that the clothes touched by Su Fuyao could be kept until now was already considered a miracle.

So he merely cast a glance and retracted his line of sight.

Jiang Qunyu thought for a moment: “Since you want them to know you’re still alive, why didn’t you say so a few years ago?”

Wei Xun threw a few dust-cleansing spells onto himself, and then threw a few onto Jiang Qunyu.

Only then did he lie on the bed, close his eyelids, and say lazily: “If they knew a few years ago, they would only want to kill me.”

He paused slightly and tugged the corners of his mouth: “After getting out of here, perhaps they will feel guilty.”

He half-propped himself up with one hand on the bed, lowered his eyes to look at him.

He didn’t know if it was Jiang Qunyu’s illusion.

He kept feeling that Wei Xun had a lot on his mind.

So he didn’t…

He couldn’t understand.

The only thing he could confirm was that this idiot Wei Xun was definitely secretly planning something.

Hearing this, Wei Xun suddenly…

He sat up. The blue silk ribbon binding his hair had been casually pulled off by him at some unknown point and thrown to the side.

His ink-black hair cascaded down, draping over his shoulders, making that face look even fairer.

An inner garment hung loosely on his body. The collar was slightly open, revealing a stretch of smooth muscle lines from his Adam’s apple downward.

He tilted his head back, looking up at Jiang Qunyu.

Jiang Qunyu stood by the bed. Seeing this, his heart began to bubble with sourness again.

He was both green-eyed [jealous] and envious.

Clearly he watched him every day these past few years, and Wei Xun did nothing but sleep and cultivate all day long; how was his figure still so good?

Wei Xun perceived Jiang Qunyu’s gaze.

And he didn’t repel it.

Finally, there was no Wen Xingyao and no whatever Su Fuyao.

There was only him and Jiang Qunyu.

The irritability in his heart instantly lessened by more than half.

Wei Xun had even begun to plan whether it would be better to pull up the grass by the roots.

Once Jiang Qunyu fell asleep, he would go kill Wen Xingyao and those few eyesore disciples from the Profound Sword Sect.

If it were like this, leaving only him and Jiang Qunyu, it wouldn’t be completely impossible.

In a very good mood, he said: “Jiang Qunyu, the way you speak is truly interesting.”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t know what Wei Xun was thinking in his heart right now, and said expressionlessly: “Wei Xun, the way you speak truly makes people want to beat you up.”

Wei Xun quietly looked at Jiang Qunyu for a while, then suddenly and inexplicably came out with a sentence: “If only you didn’t have this face, that would be great.”

Otherwise, Jiang Qunyu would truly be very interesting.

Spending a lifetime with him like this wouldn’t be impossible either.

Jiang Qunyu: “?”

Baffling.

But it was true that Wei Xun heavily loathed his own face. It would be fine if he didn’t see it, but sometimes, when he saw it reflected on the water’s surface or in a bronze mirror he hadn’t had time to put away, he would even stare sinisterly at his own face.

Jiang Qunyu always felt that one day this madman might just pick up a sword and slash his own face a couple of times.

Fortunately, this madman hadn’t done it so far.

Jiang Qunyu smiled maliciously, and even leaned over closer to Wei Xun so he could clearly see his own face, saying unhurriedly: “Tsk, what a pity I am your inner demon, growing a face exactly identical to yours.”

Wei Xun smiled with unclear meaning.

He fell back again, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Jiang Qunyu wasn’t much better off than him.

After being tossed around these past few days, he also felt sleepy.

So he swung one leg over Wei Xun and lay down on the inner side of the bed.

The two of them lay side by side, separated by a distance neither near nor far.

Only after a long while did Wei Xun slowly open his eyes.

He turned sideways to look at Jiang Qunyu.

He raised his hand and covered his face.

His heart beat a little faster.

He let go, it was still that face.

His heart still beat fast.

A trace of gloominess flashed through the depths of his eyes, and his line of sight slowly moved down to Jiang Qunyu’s neck.

Kill him.

If he truly died, there would no longer be any existence in the future that could disturb his state of mind.

Don’t kill him.

Then in the future, he would have to accept coexisting peacefully with Jiang Qunyu.

Then what was Jiang Qunyu to him?

A trace of bewilderment flashed through the depths of Wei Xun’s eyes.

His hand gradually moved down.

He couldn’t find the answer.

It wasn’t until his hand was about to land on Jiang Qunyu’s neck that the irritable emotion surged up again.

At the same time, Wei Xun had an answer in his heart.

Friend.

He said softly.

Perhaps he had taken Jiang Qunyu as a friend.

That was why he had the thought of killing Wen Xingyao when Wen Xingyao kept pestering Jiang Qunyu.

Ultimately, Wei Xun still couldn’t bring himself to do it. His hand moved up a bit.

Focusing his mind for a moment, a fine cut split open on his palm. Scarlet blood seeped out, dripping down along the gaps between his fingers.

He reached out his hand and wiped that blood onto Jiang Qunyu’s lips.

That bit of blood color landed on the bloodless lips, and very quickly disappeared from sight.

That red mark between Jiang Qunyu’s brows, which was about to fade away, deepened by a few fractions again.

Midnight.

The air was dead silent.

Suddenly, rustling footsteps came from the floorboards, along with a bizarre low growl.

The wind howled past, and the window was suddenly blown open, emitting a “smack” sound.