Chapter 48

Chapter 48: The Overbearing Sword Saint Loves Deeply, The Cold Buddhist Monk Can’t Escape

After three days and three nights of special training with Yan Yuan, Sang Nian could finally fly a sword with some semblance of skill.

Early in the morning, she wore a wrinkled white robe that she hadn’t had time to change, with two dark circles under her eyes, she drifted down from the sky like a sleepwalker on her sword.

Shen Mingchao at the entrance of the academy jumped back in fright and shouted:

“What ghost is this! How dare you trespass into the Immortal Gate!”

Sang Nian pushed back the hair that the wind had blown over her face:

“I’m your father.”

Shen Mingchao crossed his arms:

“Can’t you cast a wind-blocking spell? It’s early in the morning, is it fun to scare people on purpose?”

Sang Nian strode into the academy:

“Forgot.”

Shen Mingchao said sarcastically:

“What do you mean forgot, I think you just haven’t learned it.”

Sang Nian said faintly:

“Don’t push me to beat you up early in the morning.”

Shen Mingchao stiffened his neck:

“If you have the guts, come and beat me up, if I even blink an eye, I’m not a man.”

Sang Nian let out a sinister laugh and drew her sword to chop.

Shen Mingchao ran away.

The disciples of the Xiaoyao sect who came and went hurriedly avoided the two, only Gu Bai saw them, and with a straight face said:

“Chasing and playing around are forbidden within the academy, if you want to fight, go to the martial arts field.”

The two stood obediently:

“Understood, Senior Brother.”

Gu Bai said: “Class is about to start, let’s go.”

Shen Mingchao swaggered towards Sang Nian, shaking his shoulders.

Sang Nian clenched her fist in warning.

In an unfrequented corner, Xie Chenzhou, who had been watching them silently, stepped out of the shadows and followed them without a word.

It wasn’t until they entered the academy and sat in their respective seats that Sang Nian suddenly saw Xie Chenzhou who had entered a step behind.

She said happily: “Xie Chenzhou, I learned how to fly a sword.”

Xie Chenzhou said calmly: “Yeah, I saw.”

Sang Nian walked towards him: “What’s wrong with you? Why are you making that expression?”

Xie Chenzhou said coldly:

“I don’t feel like talking right now.”

After that, he pulled out a chair and sat down, looking like he didn’t want to interact with anyone else.

Sang Nian said considerately: “Okay, then I won’t talk to you.”

She turned around and sat back in her own seat.

Xie Chenzhou: “.”

Ding~ Xie Chenzhou’s favorability -1

Sang Nian: “?”

At noon, Gu Bai finished class on time.

Sang Nian was worried about the lost favorability point, so she tapped Xie Chenzhou’s desk and invited him proactively:

“Let’s go eat together, I’ll fly a sword and show you my skills.”

Xie Chenzhou pointed his finger at Shen Mingchao, who was shamelessly following behind her, and said with a dark face:

“Did you just call me alone, or did you call him too?”

Shen Mingchao whistled to the sky, pretending not to hear his question.

Sang Nian said resolutely:

“Of course not! I only called you, and I’m only taking you on the sword.”

Ding dong~ Xie Chenzhou’s favorability +1

Sang Nian: ?

It’s back already?

Unbelievable.

Across from her, Xie Chenzhou nodded coldly and elegantly:

“Let’s go.”

Sang Nian scratched her head and quickly followed him.

When they reached outside the academy, she summoned her flying sword and instructed:

“If you feel unsteady, you can grab my sleeve.”

Xie Chenzhou paused.

The two stepped onto the sword, Sang Nian chanted a spell with her hands, the spirit sword soared into the sky, moving forward in a standard S-shaped route.

Sang Nian said sheepishly:

“Sorry, I’m not very good at flying in a straight line sometimes, I guess I’m too nervous this time.”

Xie Chenzhou behind her had his hands behind his back, his tone a little unnatural:

“Actually… it’s alright.”

Sang Nian was excited: “Really?!”

Xie Chenzhou said again:

“But it’s a bit bumpy.”

Hearing this, Sang Nian quickly said:

“Grab my sleeve quickly, we’ll be there soon.”

Xie Chenzhou carefully grabbed a corner of her sleeve, a secret joy blooming in his heart.

He smiled slightly.

Up ahead, Sang Nian turned her face slightly and asked him:

“Are you scared? I’ll fly slower if you are.”

He stared at her fair, full cheeks, hesitated for two seconds, and said softly:

“A little… scared.”

Sang Nian slowed down a bit:

“Is it better now?”

Xie Chenzhou looked away: “Still scared.”

Sang Nian slowed down a bit more.

“Now?”

Xie Chenzhou said confidently: “Still scared.”

Sang Nian: “…”

“Get off my sword,” she gritted her teeth.

Xie Chenzhou pretended to be clueless: “Why?”

Sang Nian was furious: “Is it fun to deliberately tease me?”

Xie Chenzhou lowered his eyes, “I wasn’t teasing you, I was just…”

“Just what?”

He pursed his lips and didn’t say anything.

Sang Nian landed the sword and stormed into the dining hall.

Xie Chenzhou stood there for a few seconds before following her.

The two entered the bustling hall, one after the other.

Chu Yao and the others had already arrived, and seeing their figures, they stood up and waved:

“We’re here, we’ve saved seats for you.”

Just as they were about to walk over, a figure moved faster than them and sat down first.

Shen Mingchao crossed his legs like a boss, clasped his hands and said:

“Excuse me.”

Sang Nian was startled: “You’ve been secretly following us?”

Shen Mingchao was dissatisfied:

“What do you mean secretly following you? I’m being very open and aboveboard, it’s just that you two are blind.”

He had taken up the two remaining empty seats, leaving only one left.

Xie Chenzhou silently turned around and wanted to leave.

Sang Nian pulled a chair from the next table and said to Chu Yao and the others:

“Scoot over a little.”

Everyone moved their chairs inward, just enough to make room for one more.

Sang Nian placed the chair down and pulled Xie Chenzhou’s arm without looking back:

“Sit down and eat.”

Xie Chenzhou’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly, uncharacteristically obedient, he bent down and sat beside her.

Everyone ordered their dishes and waited for the food, their chins propped up.

They occasionally talked about the fun they had encountered during their cultivation, the atmosphere was harmonious.

Su Xueyin remembered something and hurriedly said:

“Right, the Grand Gathering is coming soon.”

Sang Nian was confused:

“Grand Gathering? I don’t like radishes, I didn’t order that.”

“You idiot, it’s the Grand Gathering,” Chu Yao said, “It’s a grand event held every ten years in the cultivation world, held in Yu Jing, all disciples of the Immortal Gates will participate.”

Sang Nian had a vague recollection.

The Grand Gathering…

She gasped.

This was a key plot point in the book!

The Grand Gathering, in plain language:

The cultivation world’s decennial gathering of outstanding disciples from various sects.

At that time, the Wan Xian League would open an extremely rare high-level secret realm, all disciples of the sects who were at the Golden Core stage or above could enter.

Any items obtained in the secret realm would belong to the individual, in addition, there would be extra competitions.

The winners would receive generous rewards.

And in the original book, Xie Chenzhou won first place, becoming famous throughout the cultivation world.

Su Xueyin liked him even more, our male lead Wen Buyu finally couldn’t take it anymore and made a strong confession!

Well… a strong confession.

Sang Nian glanced at Wen Buyu who was picking coriander with a gentle demeanor.

She held her forehead.

She couldn’t relate at all.

“Hmm?”

Wen Buyu noticed her gaze, paused his chopsticks, and turned his head to say softly:

“Junior Sister, your eyes are strange.”

Xie Chenzhou’s eyebrows twitched slightly, looking at Sang Nian.

Sang Nian laughed dryly:

“Haha, I’ve been staying up late to read lately, my eyes are a bit uncomfortable.”

Wen Buyu showed admiration:

“I didn’t expect you to be so diligent, you are a role model for us.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yao tapped Sang Nian’s bowl:

“Right, did you finish reading that book I lent you? My other senior sister wants to read it, I have to lend it to her.”

Wen Buyu became interested: “Oh? What book is it?”

Chu Yao didn’t notice Sang Nian’s frantic blinking, and calmly replied:

“It’s “The Overbearing Sword Saint Loves Deeply, The Cold Buddhist Monk Can’t Escape”, Senior Brother, do you want to read it too? Then I’ll lend it to you first.”

Sang Nian: “…”

Wen Buyu: “…”

Xie Chenzhou: “…”

Chu Yao: “Huh? Why isn’t anyone talking?”

Su Xueyin covered her mouth, her tone heavy:

“Senior Sister, stop talking, didn’t you see that Junior Sister Sang wants to hang herself right here?”

Chu Yao: ???

Shen Mingchao suddenly burst into laughter:

“Hahahahahaha diligent, hahaha role model for us hahaha”

Sang Nian: “.”

She looked up at the sky in despair.

Some people are still alive, but she’s already dead.

Some people are dead, but he’s still dead.

Shen Mingchao, who was laughing: ?

There’s killing intent!