Chapter 7 Disciples

Even if a thousand tribulations were in his hands, it was evidently impossible for Chu Xuyun to safely receive the sword from Yu Xiao.

He raised his gaze to Yu Xiao’s reddened eyes, knowing that Yu Xiao had timely restrained himself, which slightly eased his heart. At least Yu Xiao still retained some rationality. Next, he just needed to find a way to explain to Yu Xiao that his embrace with Li Yanhe had been a misunderstanding.

Upon hearing Yu Xiao’s voice, Li Yanhe suddenly turned towards him, gritting his teeth. “It’s you, Yu Xiao. I didn’t expect you to find out. Since it’s come to this, there’s nothing more to say. Today, it’s either you die or I live!”

Chu Xuyun opened his mouth, helplessly tugging at Li Yanhe’s clothes, trying to stop his reckless provocation.

“Foolish disciple, don’t speak nonsense. Yu Xiao might really misunderstand…”

Sensing his movements, Li Yanhe turned back and reassured him, “Master, don’t worry about me. The two of us together might not be unable to kill him!”

Chu Xuyun: …

Yu Xiao suddenly laughed, his gaze falling on Chu Xuyun’s face. “What a touching master-disciple scene. It seems I arrived at an inconvenient time.”

Chu Xuyun had countless disciples under his tutelage, but Li Yanhe was different.

Li Yanhe was exceptionally talented. Since joining, he had been favored by Chu Xuyun alone. While other disciples learned swordsmanship from senior brothers, Li Yanhe was Chu Xuyun’s personal protege.

During those years in the Taiqing Sect, Yu Xiao had envied him the most.

Chu Xuyun hadn’t taken Yu Xiao as a disciple, merely treating him like a younger brother. Yu Xiao knew it was probably because of the demonic aura on him, an identity unsuitable for being Chu Xuyun’s disciple of the Taiqing Immortal.

But back then, he had dreamed of being Chu Xuyun’s disciple.

If he could exchange places with Li Yanhe, Chu Xuyun would personally teach him swordsmanship, always be by his side. He could tell anyone that he was Chu Xuyun’s most trusted disciple.

Even when Chu Xuyun coldly punished the lazy Li Yanhe with thirty thousand sword strikes, he would envy him, preferring to be the one punished by Chu Xuyun.

Why was Li Yanhe so fortunate?

Yu Xiao indifferently wielded his long knife, standing opposite Chu Xuyun and Li Yanhe, the blade trembling imperceptibly.

Knowing well that forced fruits are not sweet, he still had to taste it.

“Xianjun, I give you two choices. First, I kill him.”

Chu Xuyun anxiously looked up at him, his hand inside his sleeve nervously twisting his clothes.

No, no, if Yu Yu killed Li Yanhe because of him, he would feel guilty for life. He had finally taught a slightly smarter disciple. Li Yanhe couldn’t die.

It seemed he had to break the silence again.

“Second, Xianjun, form a bond with me, and I will spare him.”

Chu Xuyun: … Hmm?

Was it that simple? He thought Yu Xiao would need a lot of explanation before letting Li Yanhe go.

Chu Xuyun breathed a sigh of relief, then heard Li Yanhe beside him, excited and resentful, “No, you can’t. My master will never form a bond with you!”

Chu Xuyun almost couldn’t help but take action.

Yu Xiao’s gaze coldly swept over Li Yanhe, lightly sneering, “You’re not qualified to speak to me.”

He naturally knew Chu Xuyun wouldn’t willingly agree, but he also knew that for Li Yanhe’s life, Chu Xuyun would definitely agree.

This was a despicable trap. Yu Xiao didn’t care whether Li Yanhe lived or died; he only cared about Chu Xuyun’s answer.

Yu Xiao steadfastly stared at Chu Xuyun, with a slight sweat on his palms. “Xianjun, form a bond with me in exchange for the life of your talented disciple. It should be quite a deal.”

Li Yanhe desperately was about to speak but was silenced by Chu Xuyun covering his mouth.

In Li Yanhe’s despairing gaze, Chu Xuyun nodded gently.

Li Yanhe’s hot tears fell, and Yu Xiao’s high-hanging heart returned to its original place. No one noticed Chu Xuyun’s reddened ear tips and the sleeves twisted into spirals.

“Master, you can’t form a bond with him for my sake,” Li Yanhe broke free from Chu Xuyun’s hand, glaring angrily at Yu Xiao. “Even if today is my death, I will never agree to this engagement!”

Yu Xiao heard him, but he was extremely unpleasant and ridiculous, “You disagree?”

Li Yanhe: “Yes!”

Yu Xiao sneered, “What are you? Back then, you couldn’t beat me in the sect. Now you’re still shamelessly boasting. It seems the Taiqing Sect held you too high, so you didn’t realize your strength.”

The genius first disciple, when he had his leg broken by a single kick from the plum blossom pile during the martial arts, took three months to barely get up.

Seeing him mention the old things, Li Yanhe’s face turned red instantly, “You don’t be arrogant there. How great are you? You won Master before, and you’re sure to plot against him!”

Yu Xiao’s silence was silent, and half a moment was no different from the move.

“Ha! I see you’re changing the subject. You’ve truly plotted against our master. You despicable villain, shame on you!”

Yu Xiao’s fingertips curled slightly as he quietly glanced at Chu Xuyun. Meeting Chu Xuyun’s calm and steady gaze, his heart sank like it had been weighted down with a heavy stone.

He knew he was despicable and shameless, but if he hadn’t used such methods, he would never be able to get close to Chu Xuyun in his entire life.

In this state, Chu Xuyun probably despised him deeply.

In fact, Chu Xuyun hadn’t heard a single word of their argument. He was thinking about what clothes to wear on his wedding day.

As for the wedding attire, he could pick it himself. He preferred something shorter; long robes tended to make him stumble inadvertently, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself that day.

Seeing Chu Xuyun’s lack of reaction, Yu Xiao lost all interest in arguing with Li Yanhe. He impatiently waved his sword at Li Yanhe, “Get lost. Next time I see you, I won’t let you off so easily.”

Drawing his own sword from his waist, Li Yanhe stood firm in front of Chu Xuyun. “If you’re capable, step over my dead body.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiao’s expression darkened, and he squinted slightly. “Are you sure?”

With those words, Li Yanhe instantly sensed Yu Xiao’s magic power surging. A vast wave of demonic mist rushed like a torrent, instilling a sense of fear in those around.

Swallowing hard, Li Yanhe knew he couldn’t possibly win against Yu Xiao now.

He had to think of another way.

Chu Xuyun glanced up at them.

Having agreed to the bond, Yu Xiao probably wouldn’t kill Li Yanhe. With the upcoming sect competition, it would be beneficial for Li Yanhe and Yu Xiao to train together. So Chu Xuyun withdrew his gaze and continued pondering which flowers would look best embroidered on his wedding attire.

After a while, just as Yu Xiao was about to make a move, Li Yanhe unexpectedly sheathed his sword.

“I know I can’t beat you,” Li Yanhe said.

Yu Xiao sneered coldly, “It’s too late for regrets now. Begging for mercy won’t help.”

Suddenly lifting his head, Li Yanhe looked at Yu Xiao. “You’re just harboring resentment from past events and seeking revenge against our master, right? I’m here to repay our master’s kindness.”

Yu Xiao: ?

In the bewildered gazes of Chu Xuyun and Yu Xiao, Li Yanhe slowly took off his outer garment, gritting his teeth. “Come at me. I won’t resist, but you must let our master go.”

Yu Xiao: …

Taking a deep breath, Yu Xiao slowly exhaled a word, “Leave.”

Still unwilling to give up, Li Yanhe took off his outer garment again and moved to undo his belt. “You, of all people, should know who deserves revenge. Come at me. I’ll bear it for our master!”

Yu Xiao’s lips twitched, and he raised his knife, “If you strip again, I’ll really kill you.”

For twenty years, he had never felt so disgusted by a man.

Chu Xuyun also looked at Li Yanhe in shock. He had never imagined that his disciple would go to such lengths for him, even though it was entirely unnecessary.

“Don’t do it, Yu Xiao. Why don’t you try first…” Li Yanhe tried to persuade him.

Without looking at him, Yu Xiao shouted to the door, “Someone, strip him naked and throw him out of the demon Domain.”

If you like stripping so much, strip to your heart’s content.

Upon hearing this, Chu Xuyun suddenly stood in front of Li Yanhe, frowning slightly.

No, his disciple couldn’t disgrace the reputation of the Taiqing Sect, nor could he disgrace his own reputation. It would be better to let Yu Xiao beat him up.

To save face, the immortal jun grabbed Li Yanhe’s arm, placed a thousand calamities in his palm, and gave him a look.

Go challenge Yu Xiao and fight him.

Once again, as if possessed, Li Yanhe understood his meaning. “Master, are you trying to escape with me at all costs?”

Chu Xuyun nodded seriously.

With his permission, Li Yanhe immediately seemed to be filled with chicken blood, grabbed his sword, and charged at Yu Xiao.

The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle, their swords flashing.

With Yu Xiao, the demon lord, as a sparring partner, Li Yanhe would surely win the top spot in the sect competition after leaving the demon palace. Yu Xiao did him a great favor.

Chu Xuyun sat contentedly at the table, pouring himself a cup of tea and sipping it slowly, watching them fight for their lives.

Despite having a thousand calamities in hand, Li Yanhe still couldn’t beat Yu Xiao. He couldn’t even take half a move and was completely suppressed and beaten down by Yu Xiao.

Yu Xiao didn’t go all out; he still wanted to spare Li Yanhe’s life to coerce Chu Xuyun into marrying him. He only used the back of his knife to hit Li Yanhe a few times.

“It seems that without the Xianjun around, you’ve become lazy,” Yu Xiao glanced at Chu Xuyun from the corner of his eye, pretending to be indifferent, and said lightly, “It’s really a waste of the Xianjun’s hard work to teach you such an unambitious disciple. I wonder how much hardship he has to endure.”

Li Yanhe, who had already been beaten black and blue, was infuriated by these words. “I didn’t slack off! I practiced diligently every day. Don’t talk nonsense!”

Yu Xiao shrugged, smiling, “Anyone can talk big. It was a mistake for the Xianjun to take you as a disciple. I really pity him. If it had been me back then, I would never have let the Xianjun down.”

Hearing this, Li Yanhe gritted his teeth and glared at him, “Jealous? Envy is useless. The Xianjun took me as his disciple, and I’m still his first disciple.”

Yu Xiao’s smile froze suddenly, his face darkened slightly, and he said no more. Instead, he raised his knife and struck harder.

Chu Xuyun held a teacup in his hand, enjoying tea in the corner of the bloodless hall.

It’s really nice to have someone to help you teach your disciples. If the disciples of the Taiqing Sect all come to save him, it’s even better, so Yu Xiao can teach them one by one.

But it’s also clear that it’s impossible for him. Where do so many people deserve to come to save him?

At the same time, Taiqing Sect.

The sect master’s face turned iron blue. “What did you say? Li Yanhe went to save the immortal?”

Li Yanhe’s junior brother anxiously bowed to him, “Sect master, now that things have come to this, why don’t we go and save the immortal together? More people have great strength, and we are sure to succeed.”

The sect Master closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “That fool.”

The junior disciple looked up at the sect Master nervously and said, “Sect Master, Li Yanhe is indeed foolish, but the disciple believes he can still be saved.”

Upon hearing this, the sect Master waved his hand. “I wasn’t referring to him.”

He was referring to his foolish younger brother.

If someone said Chu Xuyun was dim-witted, he wouldn’t argue. But if someone said Chu Xuyun couldn’t defeat Yu Xiao, he wouldn’t believe it no matter what.

A half-step True Immortal couldn’t possibly be easily defeated by Yu Xiao.

That fool had clearly volunteered to follow Yu Xiao to the Demon Palace. As a result, his disciple was as foolish as his master, specifically running to the Demon Palace to save his master.

Originally, he had planned to have Ji Lianzhou fetch back that useless younger brother to resolve matters. Now, however, he had to mobilize people to rescue Li Yanhe.

Thinking of this, the sect Master rubbed his forehead helplessly and raised his voice. “Under your Mastership, gather the disciples of the Immortal Monarch Sect and bring along the sword magic weapon to the Demon Palace, and retrieve… rescue Immortal Monarch!”

Well, let them go for real combat training, he supposed.