CH 29.1

Zhou Xuanlan’s eyes darkened.

In an instant, he bent down, and his slender fingers reached towards the young man on the bed, gently pushing aside a strand of dark hair that was entangled around his neck.

“What does Master want? Whatever you want, I will give it to you.”

…

The gentle morning breeze brushed past, and a drop of sparkling dew fell from a tender green leaf onto the ground.

Sitting up in bed, his slender figure wrapped in thin inner garments, his messy black hair scattered behind him, he remained still for a moment, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Gradually, he became more conscious.

He vaguely remembered that Zhou Xuanlan had returned last night, but now there was no one in the room.

He put on his clothes and was about to step out of the room when he suddenly felt something was off.

What about Shen Bu Bu?

Suppressing his breath, he silently approached the window outside the room. His gaze pierced through the half-open window and peeked inside.

Two figures were sitting by the tea table, each holding a cup of cold tea, their eyes focused on the figure lying on the bed. He didn’t know how long they had been staring, but there was no annoyance on their faces.

Suddenly, Ning Runxin seemed to sense something and his gaze shifted towards the window. Shen Liuxiang quickly lowered his head, and at that moment, a sound came from the bed.

“Shen Liu,”

“Brother Shen Xiang,”

Both Ning Runxin and Zhao Ling called out at the same time.

In their line of sight, two golden leaves emerged from under the covers, followed by a white and tender little face. Pouting, he spoke in a sweet and childish voice, “Where is Daddy?”

Ning Runxin: “······”

Zhao Lin: “······”

The room fell silent for a while, and then Ning Runxin chuckled, his graceful face showing a smile instead of anger.

“No wonder it’s you, Shen Liu.”

As he finished speaking, he disappeared from the window in the blink of an eye. In the room, a young figure quickly disappeared from the bed and left the room.

Ning Runxin wasted no time and chased after him.

Inside the room, Zhao Lin was stopped in his tracks as Shen Bu Bu clung to him, wailing loudly, “Wuwawa, Dad is gone, take me to find Dad.”

Zhao Lin looked at the tears streaming down Shen Bu Bu’s face and could only lift him up.

With a dragging “oil bottle” in the sect, Zhao Lin searched for quite a while but saw no one. Instead, he saw Ning Runxin walking back with a displeased expression, accompanied by Lan Xiaosheng.

It seemed that Ning Runxin had been intercepted when he was chasing after the person.

Zhao Lin bowed respectfully, “Master.”

Lan Xiaosheng’s gaze fell on Shen Bu Bu, and he reached out to hold him, “Come sit in my hall for a while, wait for Shen Liu to come and pick you up.”

With tear marks on his little face, Shen Bu Bu raised his nose and grabbed the clearly defined finger joints, “Will Daddy really come? Don’t lie to Bu Bu.”

Lan Xiaosheng smiled gently, took his junior brother and disciple, and left together.

Hidden in the shadows, Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, and then a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect had rescued him multiple times, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of familiarity from the graceful and elegant man.

Finally getting rid of them, Shen Liuxiang wandered around the Sword Sect. Unknowingly, he arrived at the training ground and saw several disciples gathered under a tree, as if having a tea talk.

He faintly heard a familiar surname, so he walked over slowly.

“You guys joined the sect late, so you don’t know how crazy Shameless Shen was during those years. Whenever the Sword Sovereign returned to the sect, he would show up as if he could smell it. He would always pester our Sword Sovereign.”

The disciple sitting in the middle of the group passionately recounted the years when Immortal Shen resisted the authority of Qingling.

“He was like a mischievous dog, always clinging to our Sword Sovereign.”

Someone said, “Senior Brother Ye, tell us about the two incidents.”

“Sure, I’ll tell you. I remember one time, the Sword Sovereign returned late at night, injured. After paying respects to the Sect Master Lan, he went to the Bone-Washing Spring to treat his wounds. Guess what happened next?”

Ye Shi slapped his thigh in anger.

“Shameless Shen was actually hiding behind a screen, waiting like a fox to see the Sword Sovereign undress!”

The disciples around were amazed, completely engrossed in the story, and didn’t notice the new addition among them. A young man sat among them, quietly listening while munching on some melon seeds.

“Heavens, the Immortal Shen peeping on someone undressing, that’s truly shameful.”

“Someone in the sect must have informed him, otherwise how would he know the Sword Sovereign was coming back and waited at the Bone-Washing Spring beforehand?”

“Thank goodness the Sword Sovereign noticed him; otherwise, he would have succeeded.”

“No, you got it wrong,” Ye Shi waved his hand. “He concealed his aura, and the Sword Sovereign didn’t notice him.”

The others were shocked, “Does that mean…”

“If that were true, then it wouldn’t be so infuriating,” Ye Shi clenched his fist and said with hatred, “But do you know how audacious Shameless Shen is?”

“He hid at the Bone-Washing Spring, not to see the Sword Sovereign undress, but to take advantage of the Sword Sovereign’s injury and have some wild ideas…”

Cough, cough, cough! A melon seed suddenly got stuck in Shen Liuxiang’s throat, and he covered his mouth, coughing vigorously, his cheeks flushed red.

The disciples around finally noticed him and glared at him as if they had seen a sworn enemy.

“Shen Liuliu!”

Shen Liuxiang caught his breath and said, “Ah,” he paused, “I’ve already explained it. If you want to be angry at someone, it should be my several older brothers, not me.”

Someone coldly snorted, “Why are you here?”

Shen Liuxiang replied, “Eating melon seeds.”

The original story only briefly mentioned Shen Liuxiang’s entanglement with Ye Bingran, and he had no idea about these incidents. After the shock wore off, he couldn’t help but guess who might be the one who informed him.

He remembered that whenever he had something good, he wanted to give it to Ye Bingran. If the other party didn’t accept it, he would give it to the people around him to deliver it on his behalf.

Now, thinking about it, it seemed terrifying.

This person almost took everything from him and lied to him that it was given to Ye Bingran.

Shen Liuxiang pondered but couldn’t recall any impression of this person in his mind.

Just then, a group of disciples from the Xiyang Sect passed by the training ground. Someone spotted Shen Liuxiang and whispered something to the others, and they immediately cast their eyes on him.

Their faces were all filled with coldness.

“I heard that the Young Master of the Xiyang Sect hasn’t stepped out of his room in the past few days,” Ye Shi hinted, “It’s related to the incident of the lost spirit pet.”

Shen Liuxiang said, “Oh,” without much concern.

When this matter was mentioned, the disciples around him eased up a bit, and someone even reminded him, “I advise you to be careful in the next few days. I heard that the Xiyang’s Sect Master  is on his way here.”

Jin Xiangtian was ruthless and ruthless, especially when it came to protecting his favorite disciple, Jin Dieshang.

Because of the incident with the spirit pet, Jin Dieshang’s state of mind was affected, and his once flawless archery skills were now full of flaws. He even refused to shoot arrows again.

Shen Liuxiang continued to munch on melon seeds and didn’t show much interest in the father and son from the Xiyang Sect. This was the Sword Sect; they wouldn’t dare to make a move against him in public.

He urged, “Continue telling the story about Shameless Shen. I really enjoy listening to it.”

Ye Shi glanced at him several times and cleared his throat, continuing with the tale.

In the afternoon, the Daoist Jianzhen set up a lecture platform in his cave dwelling to give guidance to the younger generation. He invited the top three disciples from various sects to attend.

Shen Liuxiang didn’t go and sat alone under the shade of a tree, pinching the Binding Spirit Rope on his wrist. He activated his spiritual energy and stared at the flickering runes, furrowing his brow.

He had already figured out most of it, but there were still some parts that he couldn’t understand.

Feeling puzzled for too long, Shen Liuxiang scratched his hair, took out his jade tablet, and flicked his white finger on it, simulating a whipping motion.

“Look at you, a good disciple of yours using your taught spell against your own son.”

“What kind of father are you?”

As he said this, the jade tablet emitted a dazzling golden light. Shen Liuxiang was startled and shook his hand, and the jade tablet fell to the ground with a “clank.”

A palm-sized phantom appeared.

It was a slender hand, with fingertips forming seals.

Shen Liuxiang observed it for a moment and showed an ecstatic expression. This hand was demonstrating the Binding Spirit Technique to him.