Chapter 103 - 102: Long Chen

Chapter 103 - 102: Long Chen

Wei Wuyin’s gaze was drawn away from Qing Qiumu’s emerald eyes hidden beneath her veil and saw a figure nearby. He was walking over calmly, his stance upright, his eyes pure and black, his hair short yet wavy, and his figure slim yet toned.

Wei Wuyin felt that he had a special handsome quality about him, entrancing and alluring to all sexes. While it wasn’t the typical gorgeous appearance, it was quite impressive nonetheless.

Wei Wuyin himself was more muscular, was taller, had resplendent silver eyes that contained shining brilliance, and hair that had a hint of sharpness at its edges. He was handsome, and aesthetically speaking, Wei Wuyin was far more pleasing to look at and overall better looking.

Even with his Draconic Bloodline seething within his mortal body, he felt like a calm ocean.

This man had called out to Qing Qiumu with an ’er’ in her name. It was also shortened which alluded to their relationship. Not to mention, this man was a human, like himself, so it wasn’t possible they were related.

Qing Qiumu also turned her gaze towards the mysterious man, her eyes a little curious as to why he would wait for her, perhaps something urgent happened? As she thought about the recent happenings and events, her eyes dulled a bit and she gestured towards Wei Wuyin.

"Long Chen, this is Wei Wuyin. The one who reported my capture, saving me as a result. We met by chance," her words were honest and straightforward. "This is Long Chen," she added.

Wei Wuyin took a look at Long Chen and was outwardly calm. He clasped his hands in greeting, but his mind swirled as if a storm had just been created within.

This was the cultivator who beheaded him!

He would never forget that face nor the sword he carried on his back. That was the sword that slayed him, reaped his life away, brought an end to his journey...

However, he had no inherent fear because of his knowledge of a future that can never come. At the moment, he had Four Spirits at the Eighth Phase of Qi Condensation. That alone meant he wasn’t the same person before.

"Oh? You’re Wei Wuyin? It seems the heavens truly do treat geniuses well," Long Chen commented, but his tone was odd and off. It wasn’t filled with jealousy, but there was an aggressive edge that was obviously held back.

Wei Wuyin didn’t consider him jealous either. In fact, regarding Qing Qiumu, his thoughts towards her were strange and oddly pure. Seeing her as a friend rather than a love interest. Perhaps that’s how the best relationships start, but he hadn’t considered that.

In fact, he didn’t want a wife or dao companion. He had thirty-nine years before his highly likely demise. There’s no way he would do that to someone he actually cared about.

Qing Qiumu noticed Long Chen’s tone and frowned. She glanced at Wei Wuyin and saw that he hadn’t taken offense, a soft sigh of relief resounded in her heart. She knew he noticed, he was perceptive at the very least.

Long Chen frowned slightly. A hint of discomfort emerged in his heart. How could it not? Wei Wuyin was unnaturally attractive for a male and his reputation was not lacking. He immediately added, "How’s Na Xinyi doing?"

If Wei Wuyin knew that the reason Long Chen entered the Scarlet Solaris Sect in his alternate future was because of Na Xinyi, not Qing Qiumu, he would be startled. In fact, Long Chen had snuck into the sect specifically to kill Wei Wuyin in that timeline. As for Qing Qiumu, she was dead.

Wei Wuyin hadn’t avoided the calamity by informing the Scarlet Solaris Sect about Qing Qiumu’s capture, but leaving the sect to save Mei Mei!!

His hasty actions may have been directly influenced by the Heavenly Daos thanks to his Karmic Luck Value!

Qing Qiumu saw the mood was becoming tense, so she interjected, "Wei Wuyin is a friend, Long Chen." After stating that, she realized Long Chen’s eyes hadn’t lost its sharpness.

"Wei Wuyin, what about leaving for now?" She offered, hoping to dispel the situation. Wei Wuyin sighed inwardly and nodded. Qing Qiumu added, "Thank you for escorting me here. I had a nice time."

Wei Wuyin warmly smiled, "I did too. Have a good night."

With that, he turned away and left.

Long Chen quietly watched his fleeting back, his heart wanting to strike at this very moment, but then many of his plans could come collapsing down. While he didn’t consider Wei Wuyin his match, killing him wouldn’t go unnoticed in the central area, where experts were all around.

Qing Qiumu admonished Long Chen slightly for his behavior, but then she grew shocked.

Long Chen only said one sentence to send her into that state: "He’s responsible for what happened to Na Xinyi!"

Qing Qiumu’s eyes clouded over as her mind became chaotic. Wei Wuyin felt nothing like someone who would do such a thing, and he was her savior. She owed him deeply.

Long Chen turned towards Qing Qiumu and saw her internal struggle to reconcile with what he said, "I didn’t strike because he saved you, but only once! I made an oath on my dao, I’ll kill him for Na Xinyi! I apologize..."

Qing Qiumu’s shock lasted for a bit longer, but she soon regained her calm. The world was like this, and sometimes, people have masks. She had no right to ask Long Chen to stop or for Na Xinyi to throw away her grievance. As someone who knew the hatred of having yourself abused and used, she, more than anyone, would be able to relate.

Jiao Ning had kept her prisoner for over a year, extracting her heart blood and treating her like a cow. While the situation was different, the feelings were similar. Humiliation, disgrace, rage, despair, frustration, and helplessness. Those emotions overwhelm you, but the most lasting one was fear.

Na Xinyi would never be the same, never trust a man the same way as she could’ve before. She may never find love or treat others with trust. If it wasn’t for Long Chen’s ways and their adventure together, it’s unlikely she would have opened up to another man.

All those who took away the dignity of others, they all deserve death.

Turning to where Wei Wuyin walked off, her eyes felt hollow and her soul felt drained.

In her mind, she couldn’t help but echo her sentiment: Why did it have to be him?