Chapter 78

Chapter 78: This Kid Looks Like He’s Been Crawling in the Darkness All Day

Sang Nian happily took the flowers, lowered her head and sniffed:

“It smells so good.”

Xie Chenzhou curled his lips:

“It smells like you.”

“Really?” Sang Nian smelled the flower, then smelled herself, “It does, huh.”

She raised her face, her eyes sparkling:

“Are you a dog? Your nose is so good.”

Xie Chenzhou pinched her nose, put down the sword in his other hand, and sat beside her.

The towel she had just used to dry her hair was placed beside her, he took a strand of her cool raven hair, picked up the towel.

The girl’s hair had grown quite a bit, it was smooth and silky, like a piece of fine silk.

His movements were clumsy, carefully drying the water droplets at the ends of her hair.

The moon cast shadows outside the window, the tiles were cold and the dew was heavy.

The candlelight in the room was dim, the tea was warm and the flowers fragrant.

The young man’s brows were gentle.

Sang Nian didn’t sit still, she played with the flowers for a while, then weighed his sword.

“This sword is the same as mine.” She exclaimed curiously.

Xie Chenzhou glanced at it and replied:

“Second Elder gave it to me.”

He still wasn’t used to calling Master.

Sang Nian was attracted by something tied to the hilt of the sword, she leaned in to take a closer look.

It was a smooth and exquisite jade dice.

It looked familiar.

Sang Nian: “What is this?”

Xie Chenzhou said: “It’s something you gave me.”

Sang Nian remembered.

It was the self-defense magic tool she casually threw to Xie Chenzhou in the octopus ball dungeon.

“You actually still have it.”

She sighed, puzzled:

“Why is it hanging on the hilt? It’s so inconvenient when you fight.”

Xie Chenzhou didn’t say anything.

Sang Nian said again:

“But it’s really pretty, by the way, does your sword have a name?”

Xie Chenzhou shook his head: “No.”

“Oh right, you have two swords, this one isn’t your soul sword, it definitely doesn’t have one.”

Sang Nian turned back:

“I want to see your soul sword again, can I?”

Xie Chenzhou hesitated for a moment, and used a spell to summon his hidden soul sword.

A cold light flashed.

Sang Nian’s eyes blurred, before she could react, something had already been placed in her palm.

She looked down, it was the long sword she had seen before.

This time, when it saw her, it was even more enthusiastic than before, it forcefully pushed away the other sword with the jade dice, domineeringly taking up both her hands.

The heavy and cold blade hummed continuously, as if it was acting cute with her.

Sang Nian, as if she had discovered something fun, said crisply:

“Xie Chenzhou, your soul sword really likes me.”

Xie Chenzhou “hmm”ed, saying:

“I like you too.”

Sang Nian was stunned for a few seconds, lowered her head and changed the topic:

“Does it have a name?”

Xie Chenzhou: “No.”

Sang Nian: “This one doesn’t either? Why don’t you give it a name?”

Xie Chenzhou said calmly:

“If it has a name, there will be feelings.”

Sang Nian was dissatisfied:

“Other sword cultivators treat their swords as treasures, you’re different.”

Xie Chenzhou didn’t speak.

A tool that only exists to kill, doesn’t need to have feelings.

This is the consensus of all members of the Shura Palace.

“Why don’t I give it a name?” Sang Nian said excitedly.

Xie Chenzhou lowered his eyes: “As you wish.”

Sang Nian thought hard.

“Since it’s black, and very sharp, it feels cold like frost, and its aura has a faint sadness, why don’t I call it…”

“Spicy Beef Noodle.”

Xie Chenzhou: …

Xie Chenzhou’s soul sword: …

Sang Nian asked the spirit sword:

“Do you like this name? Spicy Beef Noodle.”

The spirit sword silently flew back into Xie Chenzhou’s body, pretending it was already dead.

Sang Nian was a little disappointed:

“It doesn’t like it?”

Xie Chenzhou said without changing his expression:

“It likes it.”

Sang Nian: “Really?”

Xie Chenzhou hesitated for a moment, nodded:

“Really.”

Sang Nian grinned: “Hehe, good thing it likes it.”

Xie Chenzhou used spiritual energy to dry her hair, then got up:

“Let’s go.”

Sang Nian was confused: “Where to?”

Xie Chenzhou: “To eat noodles.”

Sang Nian’s eyes lit up, she followed him in a flash, cleared her throat:

“Guess what my sword is called.”

Xie Chenzhou shook his head: “I can’t guess.”

Sang Nian said seriously:

“One is from my mother, called Scattering Snow Sword.”

“One is from the Sect Master, called…”

“Ice-Cold Red Bean Sesame Balls.”

Xie Chenzhou pressed his forehead, looking like he wanted to say something but ultimately held back:

“After we finish the noodles, we’ll go eat sesame balls.”

Sang Nian jumped up and down: “Then what are we waiting for?”

“Let’s go!”

The night was deep, a few sounds of the wooden clappers echoed.

The lights were bright, the girl in white pulled the young man as they ran through the streets, as if the whole world was just the two of them.

Her long hair, which she had tied up with a ribbon, was loose and flowing in the wind.

The young man raised his hand to catch the flying ribbon, his fingertips grasped at nothing.

Just like countless moments in countless dreams years later.

…

Amidst the attention of all, the Heroes’ Gathering finally officially opened.

All the disciples of the various sects gathered in the Changsheng Palace square.

In the ranks of the Unfettered Sect, Shen Mingchao complained:

“It doesn’t concern us, why do you have to come and join in the fun, wouldn’t it be better to stay in the inn and sleep?”

Sang Nian ignored him, patiently waiting for the Sect Masters to finish their speeches one by one.

Wen Buyu and the others stood beside her.

Next to them was the Xuanjian Sect’s ranks.

For some reason, Xiao Jing, who was standing at the front, kept turning his head to look at her and…

Wen Buyu.

His expression was exceptionally complex.

Like shock, like fear, like anger, like confusion.

In short, very complex.

Wen Buyu also noticed his gaze, and whispered to Sang Nian:

“Junior Sister Sang, why is he looking at us like that?”

Sang Nian also found it strange:

“Could it be that he wants to get revenge after being humiliated last time?”

Wen Buyu sighed:

“This Xiao Jing, his actions are far different from his brother.”

Sang Nian agreed wholeheartedly.

This kid looks like he’s been crawling in the darkness all day.

Over there, Xiao Jing caught her and Wen Buyu’s gazes, hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and walked towards them.

Sang Nian: “?”

What is this dead kid going to do?

Xiao Jing squeezed into the Unfettered Sect’s ranks.

He gritted his teeth and whispered to Wen Buyu:

“I’m telling you, unless you step over my dead body, you’ll never be with my brother.”

Wen Buyu: ?

He pointed at himself: “Daoist Xiao, are you talking to me?”

Xiao Jing’s eyes flashed with a wolf-like dark and vicious light:

“I will forever, forever, forever, forever watch you, you dare not touch a single hair on my brother’s head.”

Wen Buyu: “…………”

He was completely disoriented in this beautiful morning.

Xiao Jing turned to Sang Nian, about to speak, when several disciples from the Xuanjian Sect rushed over, frantically dragging him back.

Sang Nian had a feeling, and looked to the other side.

Sure enough, at the front of the Changsheng Palace’s ranks, Xiao Zhuochen, with a look of apology, nodded slightly to her.

Sang Nian smiled at him, waved her hand nonchalantly, indicating that it was okay.

After all, the one who was being mentally attacked was Wen Buyu.

Not her.

Beside her, Xie Chenzhou looked preoccupied, he hadn’t said a word since they left the house.

She whispered: “What’s wrong?”

Xie Chenzhou shook his head, after a while, he suddenly said softly:

“I have to leave Yujing tomorrow to take care of something.”

“I will definitely be back in ten days, you must wait for me.”

Sang Nian: “Where are you going?”

Xie Chenzhou briefly replied:

“A place.”

Sang Nian: “Is it urgent?”

Xie Chenzhou hesitated for a moment: “Not very urgent.”

Sang Nian breathed a sigh of relief, whispered in his ear:

“Delay that matter for half a month.”

Xie Chenzhou’s brows moved slightly: “Why?”

Sang Nian: “You’ll know later.”

On the stage, after all the major sects had finally finished their speeches, the Alliance Leader, sitting in a wheelchair, made his grand finale speech.

Applause thundered.

Only Shen Mingchao was complaining:

“How long do they have to talk, I’m going to fall asleep, why do these Sect Masters and Alliance Leaders love to just say a few words, it’s annoying.”

Su Xueyin curiously said:

“But the Alliance Leader is so powerful, how did his leg break?”

Chu Yao lowered her voice:

“It’s said that he was injured by Mu Yunwei.”

Everyone except Xie Chenzhou was interested.

“Mu Yunwei?” Sang Nian said, “Who is she?”