Chapter 14 Three Holy Sword Immortals

The dungeon of the Demon Palace.

Rainwater dripped down along the cracks in the stone walls, accompanied by strange creaking and squeaking sounds. The place was in disarray and simplicity. Li Yanhe sat cross-legged in the center of the cell, eyes closed in deep concentration.

He needed to break through his cultivation as soon as possible, otherwise, with each passing day, his master would suffer more hardships.

These days, Yu Xiao would come to the dungeon and beat him whenever he had nothing else to do. Li Yanhe knew that Yu Xiao was deliberately using his own life to threaten his master. As long as his master didn’t obey him, Yu Xiao would come to beat him, forcing his master to comply.

Of course, it could also be that Yu Xiao was too petty, still resentful because that day his master refused to accept him as a disciple.

In fact, Li Yanhe himself found it somewhat strange. With Yu Xiao’s talent, he should have been able to become a disciple under Chu Xuyun no matter what.

But Chu Xuyun had never mentioned taking Yu Xiao as a disciple. Even though Yu Xiao was brought back to the Taiqing Sect by Chu Xuyun himself, as long as Chu Xuyun casually mentioned it, even if Yu Xiao were an ordinary person, he could become his disciple.

Could it really be because of the demonic aura lingering on Yu Xiao’s body that Chu Xuyun refused to take him as a disciple?

Li Yanhe sometimes didn’t quite understand his silent and reserved master.

Outside the prison door, a sudden urgent footstep sounded. Li Yanhe furrowed his brow slightly, got up from the ground, and walked to the door. “What’s happening out there?”

The demon guard glanced at him but remained silent.

“Tsk.” Li Yanhe tapped the guard through the prison door. “Hurry and see what’s going on. Has something happened? Don’t worry, the prison door is tightly closed; even if I had wings, I couldn’t escape.”

At these words, the demon guard sneered and said, “No need to look; I already know. It’s just your fellow disciples coming to rescue Chu Xuyun again.”

Indeed, quite a few disciples of the Taiqing Sect had been intermittently imprisoned these days, all of them Li Yanhe’s senior brothers.

“That shouldn’t be,” Li Yanhe puzzledly stuck his head out through the bars of the prison door. “How could they make such a big commotion?”

There was even a faint sense of sharp sword aura in the air; his senior brothers couldn’t possibly be this powerful.

Before the demon guard could say more, the prison door was suddenly shattered by a long sword.

Dust rose, and amidst the thick fog, a figure in a snowy crane robe faintly appeared. The newcomer was tall, holding a sword, his voice as cold as ice.

“Those who don’t want to die, leave now.”

The guard’s face changed suddenly. He immediately drew his sword to attack, but his life was swiftly ended by the opponent’s sword.

As the long sword shook off the blood, Li Yanhe finally saw the face of the person clearly. He couldn’t help but exclaim excitedly, “Senior Sword Immortal, you’ve finally come!”

Great, it was Ji Lianzhou who had come to rescue them!

Upon hearing his voice, Ji Lianzhou immediately turned his head to look, but he couldn’t see the figure he wanted to see. His expression paused slightly, and he said in a deep voice, “Yanhe, where is your master?”

“Master…” Li Yanhe’s smile froze gradually on his face. He didn’t know how to tell Ji Lianzhou. After hesitating for a while, he finally said haltingly, “Master is trapped by Yu Xiao in the sleeping palace, not in the dungeon.”

As the words fell, Ji Lianzhou accurately caught the phrase “sleeping palace.” He gripped his sword hilt tighter in his palm. After a moment, he gently exhaled and turned to comfort, “Never mind, you don’t need to worry about this. Take the other disciples back to the sect; I will bring your master back.”

Li Yanhe hesitated and said, “Senior Sword Immortal, Master… he refuses to leave.”

“Why?” Ji Lianzhou frowned deeply, his killing intent growing stronger. “Has Yu Xiao placed a demonic curse on him?”

“Uh, no, not exactly,” Li Yanhe bit his lip and simply said, “Master probably thinks that there’s no one else in this world who can restrain Yu Xiao anymore. He can only involve himself to contain Yu Xiao and prevent him from causing trouble outside the Demon Palace…”

Before he could finish, Ji Lianzhou interrupted him in a low voice, “This is really reckless. Does he want to bear all the heavy responsibility alone?”

“Yes,” Li Yanhe agreed with deep sympathy, “But that’s just how Master is. I can’t persuade him. He even transferred the Thousand Calamities to me as if he had already decided to go alone to his death.”

At these words, Ji Lianzhou sighed and broke the lock of the prison door with his sword. “You can rest assured and return to the sect. I will handle this.”

In the disciples’ hearts, the sense of security brought by Ji Lianzhou was almost equivalent to that of Chu Xuyun.

The only person in the world who could match Chu Xuyun was Sword Immortal Ji Lianzhou. They had grown up together since childhood, as close as brothers. Mentioning one would inevitably bring thoughts of the other, both being powerful and reliable figures.

Li Yanhe naturally felt reassured. He breathed a sigh of relief, took off the Thousand Calamities from his waist, cherished it in his arms, and handed it to Ji Lianzhou’s palm. “Senior Sword Immortal, Master will surely need this.”

Ji Lianzhou took the sword and nodded. “Good.”

Li Yanhe was about to leave, but before he left, he became somewhat worried.

He just felt that something wasn’t quite right.

After a while, he stopped and whispered, “Senior Sword Immortal, do you think it’s possible that Master really doesn’t want to leave?”

He also knew his question sounded a bit silly, but…

When he first arrived at the Demon Palace, Li Yanhe carefully observed Chu Xuyun. There was no sign that he had been wronged; instead, he looked calm and relaxed, even more so than in the Taiqing Sect.

Upon hearing this, Ji Lianzhou decisively said, “That’s not possible. Don’t you understand your master’s personality? Even if you don’t understand him, you should understand Yu Xiao.”

Li Yanhe choked, “That’s true.”

Yu Xiao would definitely not let Chu Xuyun go. He must be seizing every opportunity and trying every method to torment Master.

“After returning to the sect, report to our esteemed sect leader for me. Tell him that I will safely bring Ah Xuyun back and also…” Ji Lianzhou paused, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, “Yu Xiao’s head on a platter.”

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*Inside the demon carriage, the spacious compartment was scattered with clothes.*

Chu Xuyun impatiently pulled at the layers of garments hindering him, trembling fingers undoing his own belt. His mind was in turmoil, making it impossible for him to control himself. He could only follow his instincts to do what he wanted to do deep down.

His throat was dry and parched, very thirsty.

He hazily raised his eyes and met the dark, cold fire-like eyes of Yu Xiao. Chu Xuyun was stunned for a moment, no longer bothering to undress. He simply threw himself into Yu Xiao’s arms and kissed him on the lips.

He gave up.

He would talk later.

He bent down, pressing Chu Xuyun against the long seat in the carriage.

His fingertips casually brushed against Chu Xuyun’s waist, and Yu Xiao’s Adam’s apple rolled lightly. His wrist was quickly caught by Chu Xuyun as if teaching him, and with a flush on Yu Xiao’s palm, he reached down into his clothes.

No one spoke, and it was so quiet that only each other’s slightly hurried breaths could be heard.

Until Chu Xuyun let out a muffled groan, and Yu Xiao’s heartbeat skipped again.

It sounded very nice.

Let’s talk later, Xianjun.

He urgently wanted to hear Chu Xuyun’s voice again, his movements inadvertently heavier, and soon he saw Chu Xuyun slightly furrowing his brows.

It hurt.

“Sorry, I…” Yu Xiao instinctively spoke, but before he could finish, Chu Xuyun gently shook his head, as if telling him it was okay.

With just that expression, Yu Xiao’s body felt even hotter.

Although not the first time, every time he saw Chu Xuyun like this, Yu Xiao felt his mind go blank, as if there was no room for anyone else but him.

Beautiful. Every part of the Xianjun’s body was exquisite.

His slender arm rested lightly on the seat, his head involuntarily tilted higher due to the collision, revealing a slice of fair and delicate neck.

Only at times like these could Yu Xiao briefly feel that Chu Xuyun belonged to him, that Chu Xuyun’s eyes held his shadow.

“Xianjun, let’s talk,” Yu Xiao deliberately slowed down his pace, leaning close to Chu Xuyun’s ear, coaxing softly, “Has anyone ever praised the Immortal Lord’s voice? I want to hear it, really want to, say anything.”

Chu Xuyun tightly gripped the cold edge of the window, his mind seemingly blown by a strong wind, not hearing anything clearly, yet somehow catching Yu Xiao’s words.

There was still no response inside the carriage.

Yu Xiao didn’t expect much of a reply from Chu Xuyun either. He reached out, his fingertips slowly brushing over Chu Xuyun’s lips, letting out a soft sigh.

Forget it. He had taken advantage of the situation. Even if he could possess Chu Xuyun physically, what use was it if he couldn’t win Chu Xuyun’s heart?

Suddenly, Chu Xuyun reached out and gently embraced Yu Xiao’s shoulder.

In that instant, Yu Xiao cast aside his guilt of taking advantage.

It was enough to be the one who could have Chu Xuyun. He was content.

“I practice the Silent Way, I cannot speak much.”

The voice, as clear as jade, suddenly sounded, faintly containing an imperceptible sigh.

Yu Xiao’s eyelashes trembled, looking up suddenly at the person beneath him, whose face was flushed.

Previously, Chu Xuyun had never spoken in bed. Yu Xiao hadn’t been particularly nervous, but now that Chu Xuyun spoke, hearing that cold voice, he felt as if he were truly facing the rumored, aloof Immortal Lord Taiqing.

Why could Chu Xuyun control himself in such moments, maintaining dignity and composure?

He couldn’t help but wonder, what would it be like if one day Chu Xuyun truly fell in love with him? A bit more warmth would suffice, even just a smile directed at him.

As for the Silent Way…

What was that?

Why had he never heard of this strange technique that forbade speech? Was it some branch of the Heartless Way?

“I understand.” Yu Xiao felt a strange nervousness, whispering softly, “Since Immortal Lord cannot speak if I hurt you, can I pat my shoulder as a signal? Is that okay?”

Although he didn’t know what the Silent Way was exactly, as long as Chu Xuyun acknowledged him, even if the Silent Way was just a reason Chu Xuyun casually made up, Yu Xiao would willingly believe it.

Chu Xuyun nodded slightly, shifting his body gently to find a more comfortable corner.

The carriage was indeed narrow; every move made Yu Xiao acutely aware of his presence.

He couldn’t help but bite his lip, feeling anxious.

Could you please hurry up, Yu Xiao? He felt like he was on fire.

His body burning, his heart burning.

Sensing Chu Xuyun’s mood, Yu Xiao finally became serious and stopped delaying.

It was unknown how long had passed.

The wind ceased, leaves fell, clouds passed, and the moon emerged.

The magic carriage finally came to a halt.

Chu Xuyun’s face was flushed, leaning weakly against the window to catch his breath, nearly suffocated. He had no strength left to speak, trembling all over, legs as weak as noodles.

The good news was that he felt much better now.

The bad news was that he was really about to faint from hunger.

Yu Xiao, I want food!

Yu Xiao hadn’t forgotten that Chu Xuyun, now powerless, was a mortal who would die if he didn’t eat. The magic carriage had stopped near a city in the Yao Realm, where they had dinner at an inn.

Chu Xuyun ate his meal with satisfaction, but he felt like he had forgotten something.

Right, there were only two days left until he and Yu Xiao got married!

He had to find a way to bring Yu Xiao home quickly.

Eat, eat quickly, finish eating and then figure it out.

Yu Xiao stared intently at Chu Xuyun, who was earnestly eating, suddenly entertained by a strange thought—

Actually, sometimes, he didn’t think Chu Xuyun resembled much of an Immortal Lord, more like a simple and innocent ordinary person.

Was it his fondness for Chu Xuyun that created this illusion?

There was a makeshift stage in the inn, and despite the late hour, the storyteller on stage was still lively.

“Today’s tale of the Three Saints Sword Immortals ends here. For those who want to know what happens next…” The storyteller intentionally left a cliffhanger, picking up a stack of manuscripts from behind, “You can buy a genuine copy of the Sword Immortal Chronicles to read at home. Today, buy a book and get a free copy of the Legend of Immortal Lord Taiqing. Don’t miss this opportunity!”

Three Saints Sword Immortals?

Why were they praising Ji Lianzhou here too?

Yu Xiao frowned, unconcerned.

But seeing Chu Xuyun a moment later, his mood improved considerably.

Who cared about Sword Immortals? It didn’t matter to him.

“Xianjun, I didn’t ask earlier,” Yu Xiao carefully chose his words, whispering softly, “What exactly is the Silent Way? Who founded it, and why have I never heard of it?”

At his words, Chu Xuyun raised his head, catching the storyteller coming to sell books, his gaze falling on the Chronicles of Three Saints Sword Immortals. Chu Xuyun lowered his head again, continuing to eat while pointing at that book.

Ji Lianzhou.

It was founded by Ji Lianzhou.

Yu Xiao: ?