Chapter 15

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The words

"Zongxuan Sword" evoked too many memories for Fan Wu She.

When he

was a child, he always practiced with his big brother under the ginkgo tree. He

changed from wooden swords to short swords and then from short swords to long

swords. He saw the tree sprout in spring, stacked with layers of

green in summer, spreading gold in autumn, and wrapped up

in silver in winter. He also grew from a toddler to an elegant young

man. The stars have shifted, the summer and winter have changed, and his big

brother had always been by his side. From teaching him how to hold a sword to exchanging views, he knew

what things would change when he was young. He thought he and his big

brother would never change.

Unexpectedly,

in the end, the Zongxuan Sword that they practiced together for half a

lifetime was used against each other.

When he was

forced to recall the past, Fan Wu She looked at Song Chun Gui. His eyes have

brought out sentiments and then hatred, and his murderous aura was

intensifying. Their moves became more severe and fierce, and the speed of their

swords was so fast that the eyes of ordinary people could not catch up.

Xie Bi An

came back from his senses and shouted: “Wu She, stop, don’t fight anymore!” He

was still shocked by the fact that the sword technique used by Fan Wu She was

the Zongxuan sword, which had been lost for a hundred years. He was

shocked beyond imagination to

find out that he was familiar with this sword technique, so much so that he was

able to anticipate its next move just by looking at Fan Wu She when he was

using it.

As the

battle became more and more intense, he had no desire to continue watching,

lest it really resulted in irreparable damage. Although Fan Wu She exceeded all

expectations, with his age and cultivation, it is impossible to match up to a

top swordsman such as Song Chun Gui. Song Chun Gui is from a famous sect, and

his reputation is well known. The event that transpired today was not severe

enough to end in one of their deaths.

Fan Wu

She didn’t listen and channeled his spiritual power into the broken

sword. Everyone present could feel that the spiritual pressure was

different from what ordinary people could produce. Any profound sword technique

pursues the unity of the human sword to the extreme. The sword follows the

heart. For the first time, the Zongxuan Sword’s Seventh Chongtian entered this

realm. Although Fan Wu She knows that with his current body and cultivation

level, he couldn't exert the true power of the Seventh Chongtian. But it should be enough to deal with

this person.

Song Chun

Gui's expression changed significantly. He struggled a little,

but his instinct to perceive danger still

outweighed his compassion towards a teenager. The two had

already exchanged more than 30 moves. This teenager is extremely

prideful and cannot be underestimated. He knew that if he could not counter this

move, there would be a risk of losing his life.

The principle behind Wuliang's sword is to use

spiritual power to form millions of sharp swords. When the swords rain down,

there is no way to avoid them.

Song Chun Gui was actually planning to use this

sword rain technique against Fan Wu She!

Seeing that both of them were about to

reach a draw with multiple injuries, Xie Bi An shouted,

"Stop---"

The two sword techniques were

unleashed at the same time. The moment the Sword Arc of Zongxuan's Sword

met the Sword Rain of Wuliang's Sword, the spiritual pressure spread out in all

directions like a huge monster, and the surrounding spectators who did not

escape in time fell to the ground.

Although the Sword Arc is powerful, it is still

inferior to the Sword Rain. A few sharp swords managed to avoid the Sword Arc

and came straight at Fan Wu She.

Xie Bi An appeared in front of Fan Wu

She instantly, with one hand shielding him and the

other holding Wuqiongbi. A huge green spell emerged in mid-air, blocking

the swords formed by the spiritual energy.

Song Chun Gui received the impact of the Sword

Arc and staggered a few steps back. His face looked dismal.

The green spell disappeared and Xie Bi An

was sweating heavily. His face was as white as paper, and

his hands which were holding onto Wuqiongbi was shivering

non-stop.

"Senior brother!" Fan Wu She held Xie

Bi An's lightly swaying body, "What's wrong, are you hurt?"

Xie Bi An said angrily, "I told

you to stop!"

"I..."

Song Chun Gui said in a deep voice: "Your

Excellency is Impermanence Immortal? It's not proper for a person from the

underworld to meddle with the affairs of the human realm, right?"

Xie Bi An didn't know how to explain and simply

grabbed Fan Wu She, rose up with his sword, and flew away from Fumenghui. This

time, Song Chun Gui did not go after them.

The two of them flew a long

distance before Xie Bi An stopped on a mountain. He panted as he kept his

sword and was glaring at Fan Wu She angrily.

Fan Wu She's face was also unsightly. He did not

expect this body to be weak to this extent.

"What did we agree on before

coming? You said you would listen to senior brother. Why did you fight

him?!"

"He hurt you."

"He didn't plan to hurt me. He only knocked

off my sword."

"Is there any difference?"

"Of course it's different!" Xie Bi An

shouted, "Song Chun Gui is a decent person. He won't hurt people for no

reason. Indeed, it's wrong for them to go around arresting people randomly, but

we can just run away. Why create this karma and cause this trouble?”

Fan Wu She said coldly, "If I win, I won't

be in trouble."

"Nonsense. You are wrong whether you win or

lose!" Xie Bi An sighed heavily, "Song Chun Gui is a well-known and

patriarchal cultivator in the cultivational world. You and I may not be able to

defeat him even if we join forces. How can you be so bold?"

Fan Wu She took a deep breath and

wanted to tell Xie Bi An that it was because he could win, but it

would be difficult to explain once the words came out. Moreover, he did take

the enemy lightly. To take Song Chun Gui's life, he would inevitably expose his

identity. He was momentarily provoked by anger and hate.

"Song Chun Gui only used the sixth form of

Wuliang's Sword just now. He was already merciful, yet you were

unable to withstand it. If senior brother wasn't there, you would have suffered

a big loss. Senior brother knows that you are highly gifted. It is inevitable

to restrain yourself to a certain extent, but one should not be arrogant and

reckless. You should not be arrogant and impatient at a young age. Only with a

modest mind can one improve."

Fan Wu She stared at Xie Bi An. Seeing him

admonishing himself the same way he did back then. Even the words he said were

similar. He suddenly laughed a little. After laughing, he felt sad.

Xie Bi An was dumbfounded: "You still dare

to laugh."

"Senior brother, I was wrong." Fan Wu

She said softly.

Xie Bi An didn't expect Fan Wu She to admit his

mistake this quickly and felt a bit helpless. Half of the fury in his heart

disappeared suddenly. He found a rock and sat down. His tone warmed:

"Although you admit your mistake, it is still a mistake. I will punish

you."

"Punishment accepted."

Xie Bi An rolled his eyes but could not think of

how to punish him. It's his first time having a junior brother and it's the

first time his junior brother made a mistake, so he is inexperienced in this

matter: "...We'll talk again when we go back to the underworld."

"Okay."

"By the way, how did you know how to use

the Zongxuan Sword?

"My casual immortal master taught me. I

didn't know it was the Zongxuan Sword Technique."

Although this explanation sounded perfunctory,

it could not be refuted. Xie Bi An frowned and said, "It seems that your

master is a descendant of the Zong Clan, which is not surprising. When the

Zong Clan was flourishing, its branches and leaves spread*.

Even if it declined later, there must be someone who inherited this sword

technique and passed it on to his descendants."

"Yeah."

"I heard that the Zongxuan Sword has a

total of nine Chongtian, and there are only a few who reached the Seventh

Chongtian. That move you just made, which Chongtian was it?"

Fan Wu She said without changing his expression,

"Master didn't tell me. Most likely he didn't practice it properly

himself."

Xie Bi An nodded, and murmured in confusion,

"How strange, I always think I have seen this set of sword techniques

somewhere."

Fan Wu She's heart tightened, "You've seen

it before?"

"No, I haven't seen it before. I don't know

why, but I just feel that this sword technique is very familiar. When you and

Song Chun Gui exchanged moves, I could guess how your next move was going to

be, but I really don't remember where I've seen the Zongxuan Sword

before."

Fan Wu She became silent. He couldn't tell Xie

Bi An that in his previous life, he had been practicing this sword

technique ever since he was four years old, and perhaps it

was engraved in his soul so he couldn't erase it no matter how many

times he was reincarnated.

You could not forget a set of swordsmanship

in two lifetimes, but what about me? What have I left on your soul?

"Perhaps you have a destiny with this sword

technique." Fan Wu She said, "Does senior brother want to learn it? I

can teach you."

Xie Bi An's eyes lit up: "Really? This

Zongxuan Sword Technique is the top technique in the immortal cultivation

world. The ancestors of the Zong Clan once relied on it to rule the immortal cultivation

world for three hundred years. That Supreme Demon also relied on it

to dominate the world. Of course, I want to learn such a powerful sword

technique."

"I'll teach you."

Xie Bi An said happily: "Alright."

Fan Wu She walked over: "Are you unwell?

Are you injured?"

Xie Bi An looked down at his right arm, which

had been indistinctly painful since just now. Blocking Song Chun Gui's

moves multiple times was still unpleasant even when the Zongxuan Sword

dispelled most of the moves.

Fan Wu She said: "Let me see."

“Never mind, it's not a big deal."

"Let me see." Fan Wu She looked at Xie

Bi An obstinately.

Xie Bi An hesitated for a moment and slowly

untied his lapel.

Fan Wu She originally did not have

any fantasies, but when Xie Bi An just revealed his snow-white thinly cut

shoulder, his throat suddenly tightened.

Xie Bi An stripped his clothes until the elbow

area and saw that his right arm already had a big bruise. His

skin was faintly colored in black and blue. When he relaxed, his

fingers still trembled non-stop.

Fan Wu She slowly stretched out his hand and

took hold of Xie Bi An's arm and gently kneaded it from top to bottom: "It

didn't hurt the bones."

"Well, that's good."

Fan Wu She released his spiritual energy to

dissolve his bruises.

"It's not necessary."

"Don't move." Fan Wu She stood behind

Xie Bi An. His burning gaze was straying over his porcelain-white neck and

shoulders and his mouth was getting drier and drier.

He was too familiar with this body, so familiar

that even with clothes on, he could imagine what he would see when he peeled it layer by layer.

When he entered from behind, he would seize

these long arms, forcing the body to withstand the impact. He liked to leave

marks on this white, canvas-like skin, especially that long neck. With a bite,

that warm skin secretes an intoxicating orchid fragrance, followed by an

uncontrollable shudder and contraction.

He had violated every inch of this person's skin

with his hands, with his lips, with his teeth. He had these wild wishes for a

hundred years, and now this person is within reach. He wanted to strip this

person, rub him into his embrace, press him under his body and

make this person cry and beg for mercy, just like countless times before.

Unable to resist, unable to refuse, and unable

to ignore. Because this person, his big brother, was someone he wanted to

have all by himself ever since he had his memories and was destined to belong to him completely.

"Wu She?" Xie Bi An made a "si*"

sound, "please be gentle"

Fan Wu She sucked in a breath and let go of his

hand in fear, not daring to touch Xie Bi An again.

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Translators Thought:

si* [嘶] --- a sound you make when you feel pain

its branches and leaves spread* [开枝散叶]---it has 3 meanings, but this means: to carry on one's ancestral line

Editors Though:

Nothing much from me today~ It's been a long and tiring week.

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Edited on 16 Mar. 21 (Emzie)

Edited on 8 Aug 21 (Limit)

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