Chapter 101 - Hatred (Part Four) (2/2)

Jiang Cheng, “You’re the chief cultivator, after all. Fight me if you can—why the chit-chat?”

Jin GuangYao, “You’re still avoiding it? Nothing is over there except for your shixiong. Did you really come here chasing after A-Ling?”

Jiang Cheng, “What do you think?! Whom else would I be looking for?!”

Lan XiChen, “Do not answer him!”

Jin GuangYao had always been good with words. As soon as Jiang Cheng began to talk with him, his attention would be directed elsewhere and his emotions involuntarily influenced. Jin GuangYao, “Fine. Mr. Wei, you see? Your shidi didn’t come looking for you. He doesn’t even want to spare you a single glance.”

Wei WuXian smiled, “Now those are strange words. It’s not the first day Sect Leader Jiang treats me like this. Do I need you to keep on reminding me?”

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng’s lips twisted slightly. Veins popped from the back of the hand with which he held Zidian. Jin GuangYao turned to him again, sighing, “Sect Leader Jiang, look—it’s just so difficult being your shixiong, isn’t it?”

Noticing how Jin GuangYao kept on directing the topic of conversation at him, Wei WuXian began to worry. Jiang Cheng returned the sarcasm, “Sect Leader Jin, isn’t it more difficult being your sworn brother?”

Jin GuangYao didn’t care about whether or not Jiang Cheng was listening to him at all, “Sect Leader Jiang, I heard yesterday you threw a tantrum in Lotus Pier without a reason, running around holding the sword that belonged to the YiLing Patriarch, telling everyone you met to unsheathe it.”

Jiang Cheng’s expression was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

Wei WuXian suddenly shot up from Lan WangJi’s arms. His heart skipped a beat as well. In his head, a voice ranted, My sword? He means Suibian? Didn’t I leave Suibian to Wen Ning? No, when I saw him yesterday, it’s true I didn’t see him carrying it… How did it end up in Jiang Cheng’s hands?! Why would Jiang Cheng tell others to unsheathe it?! Has he tried unsheathing it himself yet?

Just as his mind tensed, Lan WangJi reached out and stroked his back. Wei WuXian finally calmed down somewhat. And as he saw Jiang Cheng’s sudden silence, Jin GuangYao’s eyes shone, “I heard nobody could unsheathe the sword, but you managed to unsheathe it yourself. How curious. The sword sealed itself away over thirteen years ago, when I first collected it. Apart from the YiLing Patriarch himself, nobody would ever be able to unsheathe it…”

Jiang Cheng charged with both Zidian and Sandu, raging, “Shut up!”

Jin GuangYao, however, continued on his own, grinning, “And so I remembered. Back then, Young Master Wei was so wilful. He never brought his sword anywhere, and found a different excuse every single time. I’ve always found this peculiar—what about you?”

Jiang Cheng roared, “Just what do you want to say?!”

Jin GuangYao raised his voice, “Sect Leader Jiang, you’re truly extraordinary, the youngest sect leader who rebuilt the YunmengJiang Sect on his own. But I recall that you could never beat Mr. Wei in anything, in the past. Could you tell me how you rose above him after the Sunshot Campaign? Did you perhaps take any golden elixirs?”

At the words ‘golden elixirs’, his pronunciation was both clear and sharp. Jiang Cheng’s features had almost become distorted. Zidian also bloomed in a dangerous white light. Amid the chaos, a weakness appeared amid his movements.

What Jin GuangYao had been waiting for was precisely the moment of weakness. He flung out the guqin string that he’d been hiding. Jiang Cheng immediately steadied himself to counter the attack, Zidian entangling with the string. Feeling a numbness at the center of his hand, Jin GuangYao retreated at once. Yet, immediately after, he laughed lightly. With his left hand, he whipped out another string and attacked Wei WuXian!

Jiang Cheng’s pupils shrank to become just a point. With a flip of his wrist, he turned Zidian’s direction to defend against the guqin string. Jin Ling, however, blurted, “Uncle, watch out!”

With this chance, Jin GuangYao unsheathed the sword that had been wrapped around his waist and thrusted it into the center of Jiang Cheng’s chest!

Face dark, Jiang Cheng clutched his chest. Blood leaked from between his fingers, immediately dying the fabric a blackish purple. Right Zidian stopped the guqin string, it became the silver ring once more and returned to his hand. When its owner was bleeding excessively or severely injured, the spiritual weapon would return to its lowest form on its own. Using the opportunity, Jin GuangYao hurried over and sealed away his spiritual flow. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to clean his sword and wrapped it back around his waist.

Jin Ling had long since rushed over to hold Jiang Cheng up. Lan XiChen sighed, “Do not move rashly. Help him sit down slowly.”