7 Elder Brother (2/2)

The first thing Shen Baihe saw was Shen Zhenyi's lonely back, sitting by the sword grave.

He squeezed his fists tightly, and his nails pricked against the skin of his palms. He barely stepped forward and smiled: ”Sure enough, third brother is here. When I talked to our father last night, we were both very worried.”

Shen Zhenyi turned his head and said indifferently, ”Thank you for your concern. Don't worry, I am still alive.”

Shen Baihe's pupils contracted sharply.

He was vigilant and quietly retreated a half step. His right hand squeezed a hidden dagger up his sleeve. He cautiously asked: ”Why did third brother say something so unlucky? Although you are seriously injured, your life is no longer in danger...”

Shen Zhenyi didn't answer. He slowly pushed his wheelchair down the hill and brushed past Shen Baihe without even glancing at him.

A light voice cut through the wind.

”A proud disciple of the Buddhist Master Liu Ru Zen died here a few nights ago. Sooner or later, the Lanke Temple will find out. Big Brother will have to take great pains to smooth this over.”

Shen Baihe started sweating.

He knows! He knows everything! Shen Baihe's roared in his heart, and the stiffness of his shoulders and neck made him unable to look back at his biological brother.

”Also...”

Shen Zhenyi was now a distance away from his brother. He paused and then added, ”If you want to kill me, the people in the seventh realm of the martial arts are far from enough. There is no need to create more meaningless bloodshed.”

In the eyes of his gifted brother, the seventh realm of cultivation was as worthless as Chinese cabbage?

Shen Baihe's mouth became bitter, and he finally summoned the courage to look back at his brother. However, by this time, Shen Zhenyi had already disappeared.

I am only at the seventh realm cultivation. Shen Baihe laughed at himself. Even the talented young generation Fojiao died here in the back hill of the Abandoned Sword Villa. If I want to get rid of my wicked brother, will only a top ten master suffice? (TL Blue: Fojiao was the assassin and buddhist disciple.)

He was stunned for a long time, and then slowly made his way down the hill, looking rather pale.

”Just now, when I was jogging around, I saw someone who I think was your older brother.” Chu Huoluo appeared panting in front of Shen Zhenyi. ”He seemed a little unhappy.”

”If you do something that you feel guilty about, you'll never get over it.” Shen Zhenyi was too lazy to explain much.

The back hill of Abandoned Sword Villa wasn't a wilderness. Many assassins had been sent to kill Shen Zhenyi, but there wasn't ever any internal response. No guards or fences were ever placed around the mountain.

Of course, for Shen Zhenyi, these means of defense were just trivial things. Ant-like people came to kill him, but he didn't seem to care at all.

The only thing he pursued was the supreme sword arts. (Blue: Not an actual term. Just means he wants to become stronger.)

”Third Prince, I'm out of energy... What's next? Could I maybe take a rest?”

Although Chu Huoluo was curious about their relationship, she was too tired from practice and couldn't wait to go back inside to bathe and sleep.