CH 32.2

Shen Liuxiang stood still for a while, noticing that the person beside him still hadn’t moved. Surprised, he asked, “Aren’t you going?”

Zhou Xuanlan replied, “Why should I go?”

“Aren’t you worried? Elder Su is seriously injured.”

Zhou Xuanlan’s face showed a hint of cold ridicule, “Everyone knows he fainted in the arms of Master, so what is there to worry about?”

Shen Liuxiang pondered the tone of his words but couldn’t discern whether Zhou Xuanlan was really angry at Su Baiche or was feeling jealous because Su Baiche didn’t throw himself at him.

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyelids, his gaze falling on the bleeding arm. He took the jade bottle and lifted Shen Liuxiang’s loose sleeve, revealing three bloody cracks, one of which went deep into the bone.

“It’s all because of the disciple’s fault,” Zhou Xuanlan’s eyelashes drooped, concealing his gloomy gaze, “If I had reacted sooner and chopped off those two hands with my sword, Master wouldn’t have been injured.”

Shen Liuxiang mumbled in confusion, trying to understand his meaning when the medicine powder suddenly fell onto the wound.

He trembled all over, crying out in pain.

“No rubbing, no rubbing,”

Zhou Xuanlan held his wrist, not saying a word, and applied all the medicine powder.

As a result, Shen Liuxiang felt even more pain, “Can you leave a bit? It’s a high-grade holy—”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhou Xuanlan’s face growing darker, and his voice weakened until it gradually disappeared.

Oh well, a jade bottle should be fine.

The jade bottle was said to be something personally used by the Qingling Sect Master, and he wondered how much it could be sold for, hehe.

Zhou Xuanlan’s fingertip fell on the smooth and fair skin, gently spreading the medicine powder, and he smiled, “When we return to the sect this time, I will take Master out with me when I go practice. Master wanted spiritual treasures, right? I will bring you to get them.”

Shen Liuxiang shook his head, “If I follow you around, I won’t be able to gain any experience.”

If all the dangers were resolved by Zhou Xuanlan; how could he grow in such a situation?

“It doesn’t matter,” Zhou Xuanlan smiled and hooked his lips, “I will take Master to find treasures. Master wants spiritual treasures, right? I’ll bring you to get them.”

Shen Liuxiang opened his eyes wide, feeling a burst of joy as if happiness had descended from the heavens.

In the original work, Zhou Xuanlan’s luck was so strong that even if he picked up an inconspicuous stone by the roadside, eight or nine times out of ten, it would turn out to be some ancient spiritual jade.

Shen Liuxiang solemnly raised his pinky finger and lightly hooked it with Zhou Xuanlan’s, “It’s a deal, we’ll split it fifty-fifty.”

“It’s all Masters”

Shen Liuxiang was overjoyed. For a moment, his arm didn’t hurt, and his heart felt lighter. With Zhou Xuanlan by his side, he hurried to Su Baiche.

In a spacious room, there were several familiar faces either standing or sitting.

Lying on the bed was a person with a face as fair as jade, long curled eyelashes, a delicate and straight nose, and lips that were pale due to loss of blood. Nevertheless, this only served to stir even more affection in people’s hearts.

Shen Liuxiang pushed the door open, and everyone’s gaze turned towards him.

One gaze, in particular, was very obvious, mixed with various emotions—doubt, desolation, unwillingness…

It was Sword Master Ye. the Beilun Vinegar King, – Ye Bingran.

Shen Liuxiang blinked and glanced at Zhou Xuanlan beside him. Seeing that Zhou Xuanlan remained calm, casually watching the group of concerned people around Su Baiche, he felt reassured and glared back at Ye Bingran.

What’s the big deal about hugging Su Baiche? It wasn’t intentional. Look at his disciple, so open-minded.

Ye Bingran pursed his lips in silence and looked away.

Lan Xiaosheng observed everything and his expression turned extremely ugly.

He figured it out now. Not to mention matchmaking the two, it seemed like his big disciple considered Shen Liuxiang a rival in love!

“Alright, all the injuries have been treated, and there’s no major problem,” Lan Xiaosheng swept his eyes around the room, hesitated slightly when his gaze fell on Zhou Xuanlan, and then continued, “Since we’re all here, let’s resolve the unfinished matters.”

Ning Runxin’s tone was not friendly, “Senior brother, you’re meddling too much.”

“I have my reasons,” Lan Xiaosheng pressed his palm on Ye Bingran’s shoulder and patted it, “I will ask you one last time, are you really choosing this Su Baiche?”

Ye Bingran’s thin lips parted slightly.

“Bingran,” Lan Xiaosheng’s voice deepened, “You joined the sect at the age of five and have been by my side ever since. I have watched you grow up and know your character and foundation. Besides practicing the sword, you have no other interests. I don’t know why you like this person, but I hope you think it over before answering.”

Ye Bingran fell silent for a moment, and his gaze swept across Su Baiche’s face inch by inch.

He seemed to want to speak.

Lan Xiaosheng continued, “Shen Liuxiang is not the only option for you. If you really don’t want it, your Senior Uncle and Senior Brother can replace you.”

Ning Runxin’s eyebrow raised slightly, and his expression eased a bit.

Zhao Lin paused for a moment and spoke with an inexplicable feeling in his voice, “So, Master, you still remember that I am your disciple.”

Lan Xiaosheng looked back at him, showing a few traces of disdain on his face, “You’re still too young, and to be honest, I’m not very satisfied, but there was no better choice.”

Shen Liuxiang was left baffled, wanting to step forward and interrupt.

Ling Ye stopped him, “Master Lan is an elder, let him worry a little, it’s not inappropriate.”

Shen Liuxiang had no choice but to step back and find a chair to sit down. He whispered to Zhou Xuanlan, “Give me some melon seeds. I didn’t get enough earlier.”

After taking a handful of melon seeds, he heard Ye Bingran’s cold voice say, “Immortal Shen is very good.”

As he spoke, his gaze fixed on Su Baiche, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes. The usually cold and icy expression on his face softened into a smile, like ice and snow melting away, leaving behind boundless tenderness.

Ye Bingran’s lips curved as his clear and cold eyes reflected the figure lying on the bed, and the affection shown on his face was pure and untainted.

Clean and candid.

“But no matter how good others are, they can’t compare to Baiche even half a bit,” Ye Bingran said.

Lan Xiaosheng’s heart sank to the bottom; he knew that saying more wouldn’t help, so he fell into silence.

“I think Elder Su and Junior Nephew Ye are a match made in heaven,” Ning Runxin said, feeling extremely delighted.

“There’s no time to delay. Once he wakes up, I, as your Shishu, will take charge. I’ll prepare valuable gifts and propose to make him your partner. What do you think, Master?” Ning Runxin continued.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate,” Ling Ye spoke up.

Everyone in the room, except Shen Liuxiang, was stunned, and then their faces changed drastically.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Shen Liuxiang slowed down the motion of eating the melon seeds and showed a curious expression on his face.

While reading the book, he had been wondering why Ling Ye liked Su Baiche. After all, according to his character, he didn’t seem like the kind of person who would fall for anyone. But after careful thought, he could only attribute it to the protagonist’s aura.

Ling Ye didn’t explain the reason but simply said, “I feel that it’s inappropriate for him to be someone else’s partner.”

His meaning was clear.

The members of the Sword Sect looked strange, Ye Bingran remained silent, but he held Su Baiche’s hand, making his intentions clear as well.

He would never back down.

Shen Liuxiang thought to himself: Ah~ this is getting interesting!

Then, he couldn’t help but look at the person beside him, wanting to see his reaction.

Zhou Xuanlan had an indifferent expression on his face, and upon sensing the gaze, he raised an eyebrow slightly, his distinct knuckles speeding up as he peeled the fruit.

Once he finished peeling, he handed the dried fruit to Shen Liuxiang’s lips.

“Taste it, Master.”

Shen Liuxiang suddenly felt gratified and was about to praise him when a sound came from the bed.

All eyes immediately turned towards Su Baiche.

Su Baiche furrowed his brows, his lips slightly parted, murmuring something in his dream, and unconsciously grasping Ye Bingran’s sleeve.

Ye Bingran said, “I’m here.”

Ling Ye seemed unable to sit still any longer, getting up and approaching the bed, his worried expression evident on his face.

He asked, “Where does it hurt?”

Su Baiche let out a soft whimper, looking particularly pained, as if trapped in a terrifying nightmare and unable to struggle free.

In his desperation, he whispered with a weak and tearful voice, “I’m so scared, so cold… Why don’t you hold me like you used to… Immortal Shen.”

The air in the room suddenly froze.

Shen Liuxiang choked on the dried fruit in his mouth.

T/N: All aboard the…. Immortal Shen x Elder Su train (??????????????)