Chapter 138.2

Shui Weiwei’s fingers were so cold, carrying a strange sense of alarm. Along with her frantic movements to break free, an imprint was left on Xu Qianyu’s hand.

This was her mother.

Not far away, Lu You was helping Xu Qianqian, silently cursing the weather. The sun had been shining brightly just a moment ago, but now the sky was clouded over.

What was even more absurd was Xu Qianqian. She had woken from a dream, saying she couldn’t breathe, and insisted on going out to clear her mind. She only saw Xu Qianyu and suddenly couldn’t walk anymore.

Xu Qianqian stared at the woman by Mengdu, as if struck by lightning. She would never forget Shui Weiwei’s appearance for the rest of her life. It was really Shui Weiwei, unmistakably Shui Weiwei!

Xu Qianyu, carrying bags large and small, helped her onto the boat. The two separated with a mere touch, yet it was evident they were intimate.

So, those dreams were real.

Not only was Xu Qianyu the daughter of her father and that woman, but her father had secretly brought that woman back to the sect for recovery years ago. Had they been together all this time? And what about her? What about her mother?

“Miss…” Lu You noticed the tears welling in Xu Qianqian’s eyes, secretly startled. Just as she was about to retort, Xu Qianqian suddenly turned around and walked away, refusing to answer any of her questions.

Xu Qianqian often indulged in melancholy, battling herself. Lu You couldn’t get anything out of her and felt frustrated. She looked back and saw Xu Qianyu standing alone by Mengdu for a long time, looking upset.

Xu Qianyu’s personality was aggressive, making her easy to hate. Watching Xu Qianyu’s pride being shattered bit by bit that look of disbelief had once been one of Lu You’s greatest pleasures.

However, Xu Qianyu’s back still retained the delicate figure of a sixteen-year-old girl, no longer the defiant posture she had in her past life, pretending nothing was wrong. She looked like a thin-skinned walnut that would crack with a single tap.

The sword wind swirled around her, blowing the red ribbon in her hair.

The tide had turned, and now Xu Qianyu’s cultivation was higher.

Lu You’s Calm Water Curse was useless, and she, along with Xu Qianqian, got drenched. Her pant cuffs stuck to her legs, and she walked away in a very sorry state.

Xu Qianyu’s neck seemed to have taken after Shui Weiwei, her hairpin making her long and proud neck look even more graceful. Her skin was as white as porcelain, and the black roots of her hair, along with the red ribbon, were like plum blossoms. Not a drop of rain touched her. She had a chilling, breathtaking beauty.

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Xu Binglai had originally embedded four chains into Shen Suwei’s wrist bone. These chains sensed the surge in his spiritual power, transforming into eight and quickly tightening, forcing him to maintain an upright sitting posture.

Any slight movement would cause them to tighten immediately, sending sharp pain deep into his bones.

Shen Suwei had been sitting like this for three days.

If he dared relax for a moment, he would fall into the warm and familiar dream. In one moment, Xu Qianyu would be holding him from behind, pressing her back against his, coquettishly calling him “Shixiong” (senior brother). In the next moment, her voice would suddenly disappear, and he would be left alone, surrounded by endless white snow.

If it remained this empty and silent, perhaps it wouldn’t matter.

Shen Suwei stared straight at the snowfield.

But he insisted on making the snow fatally seep into every corner, then stripping it away, throwing him back into a world devoid of anything. Could he stand it?

He couldn’t.

In his past life, hadn’t he been unable to endure such despair and had resorted to cultivating a demon of the heart with his own cultivation?

Xu Binglai’s snow cloak swept past him. His voice dropped from above. “Do you hate me?”
After leaving him hanging for several days, Xu Binglai finally appeared.

There were many kinds of hate. Xu Binglai had saved his life, and their years of teacher-student relationship hadn’t been fake, but when it came to a choice, the bloodline he had met only a few times was still more important. To a disciple, that was truly chilling.

But how could he possibly vent his anger on Xu Qianyu? Shen Suwei raised his head and said, “Shizun (master), you treasure the person I care about. I’m very pleased.”

Xu Binglai didn’t expect him to be so blunt at this point. His pupils contracted, “Say it again.”

Shen Suwei’s dark eyes seemed puzzled, yet he looked at him without retreating and said, “Shizun, you treasure the person I care about.”

“…”
Xu Binglai had always thought Shen Suwei was very naive. Thanks to the pure gaze he had when they first met as a child, it left a deep impression, making others believe that if no one forced him, he wouldn’t be a threat.

Now, Xu Binglai felt a sense of crisis.

He felt as though the person before him was a ferocious beast that would struggle and fight with him, but for now, he was only temporarily restrained.

“What else do you want?” 

Shen Suwei replied, “Since you won’t let me teach Xu Qianyu, find someone stronger than me to teach her. Within the sect, I don’t think there’s anyone else. Shizun should teach her personally.”

“Do you think you have the right to manage such things? — Don’t move again.” Xu Binglai noticed the bloodstains spreading from Shen Suwei’s sleeve and harshly commanded, “If you move again, you’ll injure your tendons and veins.”

To discipline dangerous people, one must use violence to intimidate them, showing not the slightest mercy.

Xu Binglai remained motionless when he saw him, then sneered coldly, pointing at him. “You really have a lot of courage, daring to treat me like a fool right under my nose.”

Xu Binglai was indeed angered by his mistake, especially since the one person he trusted most had acted behind his back. If he had known that Shen Suwei was capable of harboring worldly desires, he certainly wouldn’t have let the two of them get together or make jokes about it.

But now that it had come to light, it was as it was.

“You, huh. Marriages in this world are arranged by parents and matchmakers. I don’t agree.
From now on, Xu Qianyu is no longer your concern. Take care of yourself.”

Shen Suwei remained silent for a long while before speaking. “The seed of A is entrusted to B for care. B waters it, nurtures it, and guards it every day. Now the seed has sprouted and grown leaves, and A says it’s his seed, unrelated to B.” He lifted his eyes, his lips barely moving. “Guess, does B want to give it back?”

Whether it was from pain or cold, he trembled slightly, as though he had just been pulled out of the water. “Master, I am also human.”

He saw Xu Binglai’s expression change and knew he shouldn’t have said those things. Yet in his heart, he thought, it wasn’t just that—he had also touched Xu Qianyu. After tasting a little of it, it became harder to let go.

Xu Binglai couldn’t hold back and slapped him lightly on the face, stopping his nonsense. “Have you gone mad?”

“I have my reasons for not involving myself with Xu Qianyu,” Xu Binglai said irritably, pacing to the side. “When she was born, I knew this child would steal my fortune. In this world, everything rises and falls in balance. She was born, and I weakened. This is the way of the world. I gave her protective medicine, but that woman still gave birth to her. Since she’s alive, it’s fine. I can’t just crush her. What’s wrong with me avoiding her a bit? I see you’re pushing me to my death.” Xu Binglai shot him a glare. “Wake up and speak to me when you’re clear-headed.”

Xu Binglai spoke coldly, turned, and left, leaving behind the sword manual and countless pills.