ATAVID CH29

Jiang Qunyu slept very well that night.

When he woke up the next day, he saw the faint blue-black circles under Wei Xun’s eyes.

Unable to resist, he propped himself up, laughing until his shoulders shook: “Hahahaha, Wei Xun, were you punched twice by someone last night?”

Wei Xun walked barefoot on the ground, took out a smoke-green outer robe from his Qiankun bag, and put it on casually.

Lowering his eyelashes, he tugged his lips and smiled: “You hit me last night.”

Jiang Qunyu was sitting cross-legged, almost laughing until he fell crookedly onto the bed.

As soon as he heard these words, the sound of laughter abruptly ceased.

The air quieted down for two seconds.

Jiang Qunyu asked dryly: “Really or fake?”

He tried hard to recall last night, but couldn’t remember anything.

He only remembered that he slept very deeply. He didn’t know if it was because he was too tired, or what.

When he woke up this morning, he felt full of energy all over, having a sense of satiation as if he had just finished drinking Wei Xun’s blood.

If it weren’t for the fact that Wei Xun either wanted to kill him or was thinking about killing him all day long, he would have suspected whether this person had secretly fed him blood while he was asleep.

Therefore, Jiang Qunyu had no idea what actually happened last night.

But secretly punching Wei Xun twice at night…

It indeed seemed like something he could do.

Could it be that he slept too soundly?

And hit him in a dream?

Jiang Qunyu’s voice even lacked confidence.

He stood up abruptly, placed his hands on his hips, and leaned over to look at Wei Xun.

Attempting to embolden himself this way.

“Hmph, who knows if you’re deliberately falsely accusing me!”

He raised his chin high, “For no rhyme or reason, why would I hit you?”

Wei Xun’s expression was faint. He ignored him, walked behind the screen, scooped some water, and washed up.

His voice transmitted from behind the screen: “Jiang Qunyu, it hasn’t been just a day or two since you wanted to hit me. Whether you did it or not, you know best in your heart.”

Pausing slightly, he let out a light sneer, a smile that was not a smile: “Or could it be, you absolutely need me to describe the events of last night to you in detail?”

Jiang Qunyu touched his nose and stepped down from the bed.

Although he was still talking tough, in his heart he had already determined that nine times out of ten, he was the one who did this.

After all, he had even done things like secretly climbing onto Wei Xun’s body in the middle of the night to bite him; what did punching him twice count as?

“Anyway, it definitely wasn’t me…!”

The words were spoken without reason or confidence.

The sound of water behind the screen stopped.

Wei Xun walked out. That smoke-green outer robe was already put on; the fabric was soft in texture, making his entire person appear increasingly aloof and cold.

Only the ink-black hair draped over his back hadn’t had time to be bound yet, the raven-black long hair falling loosely.

He lifted his eyes to look at Jiang Qunyu.

Then lowered his eyes, picked up the silk ribbon thrown aside, and said coldly: “Bind my hair for me.”

Jiang Qunyu subconsciously retorted: “On what basis?”

But just as the words left his mouth, he met Wei Xun’s dark, gloomy eyes.

Every time he met his gaze, Jiang Qunyu could feel a faint sensation from Wei Xun’s body, very much like the feeling of the first snow falling.

Cold, lonely, inexplicably making one feel calm.

His line of sight shifted down uncontrollably, landing on that patch of blue-black under Wei Xun’s eyelids.

Feeling somewhat guilty.

And also somewhat apologetic.

Thus, he could only reluctantly take that blue silk ribbon from Wei Xun’s hand.

“Fine, fine, fine, I’ll bind it for you.”

Because Wei Xun never looked in the mirror, the two of them didn’t take the extra step to walk over to the dressing table.

Wei Xun sat down on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Qunyu could only climb back onto the bed, sit behind him, silently curse him a couple of times, and only then reach out to gather Wei Xun’s hair.

Soft and cool.

Like fine silk.

Jiang Qunyu’s hand with distinct knuckles ran through the raven hair.

The more he bound it, the more unbalanced he felt in his heart.

He didn’t have as much hair as Wei Xun, nor was it as black or as soft.

What exactly did Wei Xun eat growing up?!

Or could this be the treatment of the secondary villain Gong?

Piling all the good things onto him, even having more hair than others?

Jiang Qunyu hated him until his teeth itched.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, a trace of a smile flickered extremely lightly across the corners of Wei Xun’s mouth.

He uncharacteristically felt somewhat regretful.

He should have gone in front of the bronze mirror; at this moment, he really wanted to see Jiang Qunyu’s expression.

Hmm, probably somewhat guilty, but also somewhat angry, right?

The air was exceptionally quiet.

Honey-like pale golden morning light poured down. The wind blew in from the half-open window, bringing a faint cold fragrance.

Jiang Qunyu’s fingers shuttled through the raven hair, gathering it strand by strand, slowly binding it into a high ponytail, and finally tying it tightly with that blue silk ribbon.

After a while, Jiang Qunyu finally said: “Done, done. Now you won’t have anything to say, right?”

Wasn’t Wei Xun just relying on the fact that he fell asleep and couldn’t remember anything?

If it weren’t for the fact that he indeed felt somewhat guilty, it would be absolutely impossible for him to help Wei Xun.

Wei Xun: “Mm.”

He didn’t move, but suddenly said: “Jiang Qunyu, let me help you.”

Jiang Qunyu had collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion and was lying flat on his back.

Hearing him finish speaking, he was still somewhat dazed: “Ah? Help with what?”

Wei Xun turned sideways to look at Jiang Qunyu, his expression so faint that no joy or anger could be discerned: “Help you bind your hair.”

He had a strange expression. With a roll, he sat up, stared at Wei Xun for quite a long while, as if trying to identify some rare object.

After a long while, he finally opened his mouth: “Wei Xun,”

Wei Xun was silent.

He didn’t respond, merely looking at Jiang Qunyu.

He didn’t sneer, nor was he gloomy like when he had a psychotic episode; he just quietly looked at him.

Here it comes.

He mimicked Wei Xun’s usual appearance, drooping his eyes, pursing his lips and looking at him, saying: “Why don’t you change back to that look to look at me instead?”

It was truly terrifying.

It was already burning high incense [a great blessing] if this madman could act like a normal human being on normal days, how did he learn to reciprocate courtesy now?

Besides, he absolutely didn’t want Wei Xun to bind his hair for him!

Just thinking about it was horrifying, okay?

Jiang Qunyu imagined that scene for a moment and felt it was comparable to seeing a ghost.

He shuddered, instinctively covering his own head and shifting backward: “You’re not planning to strangle me to death with that silk ribbon while binding my hair, are you?”

Besides, he was merely a soul body. He could completely use illusions himself; why would he need Wei Xun’s help?

Jiang Qunyu looked at Wei Xun with a face full of vigilance.

But after hearing this, Wei Xun merely chuckled lightly.

Then he turned his head back, the aura around his body turning a few degrees colder.

Jiang Qunyu let out a long sigh of relief.

It was good that it was cold.

It was better than Wei Xun’s baffling sentence just now.

He was just about to say something.

Suddenly, a scream came from outside the door.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously got up and walked outside.

The scream came from the wooden building next door.

By the time the two rushed over, seven or eight people had already gathered inside the room, all disciples of the Profound Sword Sect, and everyone’s faces were deathly pale.

Jiang Qunyu stepped inside.

Only to see that in the center of the room, Su Fuyao was kneeling on the ground, sobbing softly.

He was holding a person in his arms—

No, that could no longer be considered a person.

That person’s body was a bloody mess; there was only flesh and blood, but no skin.

Bright red blood seeped out from the mutilated body, flowing all over the floor, winding into several glaring red trails on the ground.

A heavy smell of blood permeated the air, mixed with an indescribable foul stench.

As soon as Jiang Qunyu entered the door, that smell rushed straight into his nasal cavity, choking him so much he frowned.

His line of sight landed on that person’s waist.

A jade pendant hung there, the jade warm and smooth, carved with the pattern of the Profound Sword Sect.

If he remembered correctly, this belonged to that disciple named Cen He from yesterday.

Jiang Qunyu’s gaze moved away from the corpse and swept across the room.

Then he saw Wen Xingyao rolled up into a ball in a quilt, shrinking in the corner, his entire person shivering violently.

His face was deathly white, his lips trembling, looking as if he had been badly frightened.

Seeing Wei Xun, his tears couldn’t stop flowing down, and he didn’t even care that the person in front of him was Wei Xun and not Jiang Qunyu.

Rolled in the quilt, he charged straight forward: “Jiang Qunyu! This young master almost died last night! Hurry up and save this young master!”

Wei Xun frowned in disgust and stepped aside to dodge.

Wen Xingyao pounced on empty air, slammed his head into the doorframe, and howled even more tragically.

Jiang Qunyu: “…Hurry up and ask him what happened last night?”

Fortunately, although Wei Xun loathed Wen Xingyao, he didn’t mess around at this moment.

Frowning, he asked: “What happened last night?”

Wen Xingyao sobbed and sniffled: “After this young master picked a room yesterday, I lay down and went to sleep.”

“In the end, in the middle of the night, I heard a rustling sound, like someone was tearing at something.”

“This young master didn’t pay attention either. It seemed there was also something crawling on the floor, but I was truly too sleepy at that time, so I thought it was that psychopath Cen He deliberately making noise to get revenge and stop me from sleeping.”

“But when I woke up this morning, I found Cen He dead, and, and he had no skin…”

The more Wen Xingyao thought about it, the more terrifying he found it.

Shrinking in the quilt, his whole body was covered in goosebumps.

Just as he finished speaking, he heard Su Fuyao, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly raise his head, his voice shrill.

“It was you! You killed him! Last night before we went to sleep, Master clearly set up an array formation! Whether it’s a demon or an evil ghost, it would be impossible to enter!”

Su Fuyao was already crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain [beautiful and pitiful when crying], and there were a few Profound Sword Sect disciples beside him comforting him.

After hearing his words, they all subconsciously looked toward Wen Xingyao, their gazes carrying scrutiny and suspicion.

Wen Xingyao was originally about to faint from fear, but upon hearing these words, his anger flared up instantly, and he even forgot to shiver.

“I killed him?! You guys can’t just spout nonsense relying on the fact that you’re immortal sect disciples, right? Why would I kill him? Besides, I’m just a mortal, and he is an immortal sect disciple anyway. Am I sick in the head to go kill him, do I think I haven’t lived long enough?”

Hearing this, those few Profound Sword Sect disciples looked at each other in dismay.

One of them whispered: “What he said actually isn’t wrong.”

Kneeling in the pool of blood, Su Fuyao heard these words, and an almost imperceptible trace of hatred flashed through the depths of his eyes.

He raised his head, his tear-filled eyes looking at the others: “How could it not be him! Yesterday he was the only one who had a conflict with Senior Brother. He even deliberately chose the room adjacent to Senior Brother’s.”

“If he wasn’t seeking revenge,” Su Fuyao suddenly pointed in Wei Xun’s direction, gritting his teeth, “Why didn’t he stay with that person, but chose the room next to Senior Brother Cen He?”

Wen Xingyao instinctively said: “That’s because… because…”

He couldn’t possibly say Wei Xun was even more terrifying, right?

He could only pause, stiffen his neck, and say again: “That’s because only the decor of that room best matches this young master’s status as a legitimate son of a Marquis’s mansion!”

Probably not expecting Wen Xingyao’s answer.

The air was bizarrely dead silent for two seconds.

Wei Xun then suddenly tugged his lips, looking at Shen Peiqiu on the side. His tone was faint, yet carried undisguised mockery.

“Immortal Venerable Shen, have the Golden Core stage disciples of the Profound Sword Sect become such useless trash? Even mortals without the slightest cultivation can kill you?”

From the moment Wei Xun entered the door, Shen Peiqiu had heard Wen Xingyao calling Wei Xun “Jiang Qunyu.”

But he merely thought it was Wei Xun’s alias and didn’t look deeply into it.

Hearing what Wei Xun said at this moment, he only felt mentally exhausted.

He looked at Su Fuyao, trying to keep his tone as peaceful as possible: “I know you are sad in your heart, but this matter truly couldn’t be done by Young Master Wen alone. Do not make wild accusations anymore.”

Su Fuyao clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms.

He turned sideways to look at Lan Yuanzhou. His eye sockets were red, tears swirling within, and he said aggrievedly: “Brother Y-Yuanzhou, Master doesn’t believe me, b-but I…”

Lan Yuanzhou’s heart tightened.

He raised his eyes to look at Shen Peiqiu, wanting to open his mouth: “Master, Fuyao he…”

The words had just left his mouth when he realized he couldn’t speak anymore.

He opened his mouth, his throat feeling as if it was blocked by something, unable to spit out a single word.

He subconsciously looked at Su Fuyao beside him, only to find that person was also looking astonished. His lips opened and closed, yet he couldn’t produce any sound.

Both of them were stunned simultaneously.

Then they heard Wei Xun by their side say, his tone wrapped in coldness: “Shut up.”

There was no emotion on his face, but his eyes carried undisguised disgust, and his lip line was pulled taut.

Shen Peiqiu’s furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

The annoyance in his heart dissipated by more than half.

Actually, he had wanted to do this for a long time, but hindered by his identity as Master, he could only forcefully endure it.

He even cast a somewhat grateful glance at Wei Xun before continuing to ask Wen Xingyao about the details of last night.

Without the voices of those two people, Jiang Qunyu also felt his ears had become much cleaner.

Since others couldn’t see him anyway.

Jiang Qunyu bypassed them and carefully inspected the room from top to bottom.

His line of sight swept from the doorway to the window, from the floor to the roof beams.

Then, he saw under the bed.

It would have been better if he hadn’t looked; looking gave him a start.

Jiang Qunyu’s scalp went numb. He walked back to Wei Xun’s side stiffly, his face wooden, his voice also stiff: “There’s something under that bed.”

“Haha.”

Wei Xun was amused by Jiang Qunyu’s expression. The corners of his lips curved, and he actually laughed out loud.

Jiang Qunyu: “…”

Fuck, laugh at your uncle!

Hearing the sound, everyone else turned their heads to look at Wei Xun.

Wei Xun, however, had already restrained his smile. Under their gazes, he calmly bypassed Su Fuyao, who was kneeling on the ground with eyes full of hatred, and the corpse of the dead Cen He.

He didn’t stop until he reached the side of the bed.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said faintly: “There’s something underneath.”

Jiang Qunyu couldn’t hold back: “Can’t you just lift it up?”

If it weren’t for the fact that the others couldn’t see him, he was afraid that if he lifted it, they would think it was haunted. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered talking to Wei Xun.

Wei Xun shot Jiang Qunyu a glance with a look reserved for an idiot: “Dirty.”

Jiang Qunyu choked.

Fine.

He had forgotten that Wei Xun still had that weird habit.

At this time, it hadn’t been long since the other Profound Sword Sect disciples recovered from Wei Xun’s action of silencing Lan Yuanzhou and Su Fuyao just now.

Right now, the expressions they directed at Wei Xun were quite complex. Their gazes carried alarm, wariness, and a few parts of indescribable awe.

One must know, Lan Yuanzhou was a Heaven’s Pride of the Profound Sword Sect.

He was now only twenty-seven yet already possessed Nascent Soul cultivation. In the cultivation world, the only one with such talent who could be compared to him was Wei Xun of the Lingxiao Sect back then.

What a pity that person also perished early.

Leaving only Lan Yuanzhou alone.

But this youth named Jiang Qunyu before them could easily render Lan Yuanzhou and Su Fuyao unable to speak.

They didn’t even see this person make a move. He merely faintly spat out the two words ‘shut up,’ and the two of them truly couldn’t speak.

Thinking back to yesterday when Senior Brother Cen He still called them mere ants, the few disciples instantly felt their cheeks burning.

But if he truly possessed such heaven-defying talent, even if he were an itinerant cultivator, he should have made a name for himself in the cultivation world long ago.

Yet as for the name Jiang Qunyu, they had never heard of it.

Therefore at this moment, they again subconsciously assumed in their hearts that the person before them was likely some mighty figure from a sect who was concealing their cultivation.

Harboring this thought, no one doubted Wei Xun and Wen Xingyao’s identities anymore.

They silently followed behind Wei Xun.

Shen Peiqiu didn’t say anything, though.

He raised his hand and was about to lift that wooden bed.

The moment the wooden bed was lifted, everyone gasped.

Only to see that under the bed, dense, blood-red footprints entered everyone’s eyes.

Large and small, deep and shallow, it looked as if something had crawled over it.

Everyone’s faces stiffened.

They only felt a chill run from their spine to the back of their necks, shooting straight up to the crown of their heads.

Jiang Qunyu had already been stripped of his previous fear by Wei Xun’s laughter.

He tried to find something else in the room, so he didn’t stay by the bed for long, but instead began wandering around the room, back and forth.

The dressing table, nothing.

The wardrobe, nothing.

The windowsill, also nothing.

He was just about to turn around when his footsteps suddenly paused.

And he backed up again.

Jiang Qunyu stood in front of the dressing table, staring at that bronze mirror.

He didn’t know if he had seen wrongly.

He pursed his lips and leaned in close to the bronze mirror.

He raised his hand and touched the red mark between his brows.

It had deepened.

This red mark would only appear after Jiang Qunyu drank Wei Xun’s blood.

The longer the time, the fainter this mark became.

Therefore, many times, Jiang Qunyu would only go and bite Wei Xun when the red mark was about to disappear.

Did he fail to restrain himself and go bite Wei Xun last night?

Or could it be…

A bizarre thought flashed through Jiang Qunyu’s mind.

Could Wei Xun have actually fed him blood?

The moment this thought popped up, even he himself found it absurd.

Although it wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened before, at that time he was merely a black mist ball.

Wei Xun had only reluctantly held him in his hand and haphazardly smeared blood onto his body.

But he was certain that before he went to sleep last night, he was in Wei Xun’s appearance.

Normally, when Wei Xun saw him using his face, he wished he could pick up the Soul-Devouring sword and stab him twice.

How could he possibly take the initiative to feed him blood?

Jiang Qunyu was somewhat dazed.

The look he gave Wei Xun also became even more bizarre.

He even felt that as a demon, he had a very subtle feeling, as if something was burning him, making him feel extremely irritable and restless.

Wei Xun seemed to have perceived his gaze.

And turned his head to look at him.

Jiang Qunyu was still thinking about whether he had bitten him or Wei Xun had fed him.

Right at this moment, a burst of light footsteps came from outside the room.

Two figures were seen standing outside.

One was the steward from yesterday.

The other was Chen Lin, who was standing behind the steward with a gloomy face.

Jiang Qunyu’s line of sight stopped on Chen Lin’s legs.

It wasn’t as the City Lord had said, that one of his legs would be chopped off.

There were still two legs, perfectly fine and attached to Chen Lin’s body.