The atmosphere became awkward.
In that moment, Yan Jin couldn’t suppressed his alarmed and angry expression. This even made Shen Zhixian felt that he himself was a beast in human clothing and was coercing a little girl into doing something indescribable.
The marmots moved up from his heart to his head, where they set up a musical orchestra.
Shen Zhixian maintained a stiff smile and determined that he was just a sincere and compassionate master. But, Little Hedgehog Yan still rejected his kindness.
He sighed.
They compromised and Yan Jin’s robe was only stripped halfway down. In fact, the top was so tattered that it faintly exposed his skin with its overlapping layer of new wounds and old wounds. It was bloodstained, and the sight of it made Shen Zhixian panicked a little.
He no longer forced the issue. After taking a few steps back, he said, “In a moment, I’ll invite one of Fourth Elder’s disciple to come and take a look at you.”
Fourth Elder was in charge of internal affairs, but he also specialized in refining medicine. Most of his disciples knew how to heal and often helped injuries in the sect.
Yan Jin didn’t agree nor did he refused. Instead, he quietly watched Shen Zhixian leave before slowly bowing his head to look at the bottles of medicine left behind.
Then, with the back of his hand, he pushed them off the bed. The jade bottles were finely made and quite sturdy. They didn’t break when they landed on the ground, only making crisp sounds as they rolled to a stop.
Who knew what terrible tricks Shen Zhixian was planning with these things. He didn’t dare to use them.
The pale youth indifferently opened the small bag in his hand. Inside were a few rough and worn porcelain bottles, some of which had cracks on them.
After lifting the bottle cap, the smell that came out was not pungent, but it wasn’t quite pleasant either.
Yan Jin took off his top. He expressionlessly tilted the porcelain bottle to pour out a little sticky black ointment and tried to awkwardly apply the medicine to himself.
……..
When Yan Shen arrived, he saw Fourth Elder’s two disciples outside.
Seeing him, the two junior disciples’s eyes flashed, and they quickly grabbed him. “Oh, Senior Brother Yan Shen, you came at just the right time. Elder Shen asked us to help look at Senior Brother Yan Jin’s wound but Senior Brother Yan Jin won’t let us in. He seemed to be seriously injured…”
Yan Shen smiled. “I was worried about my senior brother and came to check up on him. You can rest assured that I’ll take good care of him.”
“Good!” The little disciple placed a small package of medicine and gauze into his hand and said, “Elder Shen sent this.”
Yan Shen thanked them and said goodbye. Carrying the small parcel, he symbolically knocked on the door two times before, without waiting for a response, simply pushing inside.
The jade bottles on the ground were still in a mess while Yan Jin sat on the couch, retying his clothes. He seemed to have become accustomed to people entering his room without invitation. He only raised his eyes to look at Yan Shen coldly. Within those dark eyes, no emotions could be seen.
He gritted his teeth and displayed a false smile. “I haven’t congratulated Senior Brother from getting off the Cliff of Reflection. Senior Brother has always been lucky and can even be forgiven for making such a big mistake.”
Yan Jin indifferently said, “I hope Junior Brother would also have such good luck next time.”
Yan Shen’s hands tightened on the small parcel, feeling a little surprised that Yan Jin would actually talk back to him. In the past, Yan Jin would usually ignore him.
He took a step forward and his toes nudged against a jade bottle on the floor. Lowering his head, he saw that it was a bottle of medicine only available to Shen Zhixian.
With the little disciples words still ringing in his ears, jealousy and hatred burst hotly in his heart. He stooped down to pick up the small bottle, his thumb rubbing against the bottle’s smooth, cold surface. “Senior Brother, since you don’t need these medicines, how about gifting them to me? Just recently, whenever I practice my swordplay, I would often get injured.”
Yan Jin wanted to ignore him but, seeing the bottle in the other person’s hand, he suddenly paused and unexpectedly said, “If you’re not good at sword training, then next time when I see Master, I’ll ask for some medicine for you.”
“You!” Yan Shen’s enraged face turned green, then red, then black.
Yan Jin admired his changing complexion for a while. In the past, when Yan Shen and other disciples came to trouble him, he was indifferent. Today, he realized that occasionally arguing back might result in quite interesting outcomes.
The pressure he felt around Shen Zhixian gradually dissipated like smoke.
It was too bad that he was a quiet loner who would rather not bother with the lot of them. He turned over his wrist, gesturing for the other person to leave.
The hand that held the medicine bottle tightened until the fingertips turned white. Yan Jin’s reaction today was too unexpected. Had Master said something to him?
He couldn’t figure out what Yan Jin meant by saying “request some medicine from Master for you,” and it took him a moment to hatefully said, “Still, Senior Brother needs to carefully consider matters. I heard that Master wants to check into the Hidden Sword Pavilion. It’s better for Senior Brother to admit his wrongs early, lest he finally lose face.”
The last sentence was soft and slow, the threat within clearly self-evident.
When he mentioned the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Yan Jin’s expression immediately darkened, his hands clenching into fists and his dark eyes reflected with a cold light.
Yan Shen snorted coldly as he threw the small bag and the jade bottle on the bed, not caring if they hit Yan Jin or not. Then, he left without looking back, slamming the door behind him. His footsteps withdrew into the night.
Once peace was restored, Yan Jin touched his bare left wrist, which no longer had his treasure.
He couldn’t protect himself then, and he still couldn’t protect himself now, just as it used to be.
His cold eyes darkened as his heart became more determined to become stronger and more powerful. He stared down at the medicine bottles on the floor. After picking them up one by one, he stuffed them into the small bag sent by Shen Zhixian and then hurled them randomly into a corner of the room.
……
After telling Fourth Elder’s disciples to take a look at Yan Jin, Shen Zhixian returned to the house, stumbled through putting a restraint on his surroundings, and began to practice sorcery…ahem, magical techniques.
Of course, there were some memories he could rely on. Common techniques such as cleansing was successful after practicing once or twice. This body was indeed a genius for cultivation. It was unfortunate that the heart injury cut off more possibilities.
Shen Zhixian laid his sword on the table and carefully studied it.
Qingyun Sect taught heavy sword techniques and light sword techniques. Shen Zhixian practiced the latter. As a result, his swordplay was mostly light, quick, and nimble. Therefore, his Frost Sword was thinner than normal.
The sword was probably forged by a blacksmith whose temperament was as gentle as the spring breeze. From the hilt to the scabbard, the lines were delicate and gentle. When the sword was pulled out of the sheath, the sword’s body was like jade, suffused by a warm light.
Shen Zhixian waved it back and forth over and over again, feeling that this sword was like delicate jade. But, if it was used in an actual fight…He considered it and carefully swept the blade against the hard corner of a nearby table.
It sliced through the table corner as effortlessly as cutting off a piece of hair, requiring no strength at all. The table corner fell to the floor with a muted sound. Shen Zhixian looked at the sword in his hand, then at the table corner on the floor. He swallowed nervously and carefully slid the sword back into its sheath.
Since he could still remember the sword techniques the original Shen Zhixian had learned, he needed to find a secret place and practice his swordplay.
He just thought of this when a dull, clattering noise suddenly sounded from outside. Since this was the body of a cultivator, his hearing was different from ordinary people. This tiny sound was easy to hear and difficult to ignore.
After this quiet sound came a knock at the door, as if the wind was blowing a tree branch against the hard wood.
The dull knocking went on for a while until, as if its strength had been exhausted, it finally stopped. But, after resting for a while, it persistently began again.
What kind of person could easily pass through his restraint without being perceived by him?
Shen Zhixian asked, “Who’s there?” but no one responded. The knocking paused for a moment. When it came again, the knocking came heavier and faster, as if the person on the other side was growing angry.
Shen Zhixian muttered to himself. Pushing one hand into his sleeve, with fingers arranged into a hand-seal just in case he needed to defend himself, he used the other hand to yank open the door.
There was nobody there.
A breeze blew past his feet, shaking the hem of his robe. Shen Zhixian suddenly became aware of something and looked down.
A hint of green came into view.
That one disciple was truly awful. And now I’m super curious. What’s at the door??
Thanks for the great translation ♥️
thank for the update ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Thanks for the chapter (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
Thanks for the chapter
This seem interesting. That disciple has a unpleasant personality, trying to bully the ML.
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Looks like that Junior brother is in love with his master that’s why he’s jealous of his senior brother Yan Jin. His thoughts did say that he want his masters eyes only on him, also his behavior gave such hints. Ahh! If the case is like that, I can’t seem to dislike him.
Thanks for the great translation
Thank you so much for your hard work!Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ
Thank you for the translation!
yan shen just made himself the new cannon fodder enemy. i can’t wait to see his comeuppance.