Chapter 232

As he spoke, his expression suddenly changed. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and stared intently at Lin Xun without blinking: “Judging by these dragon horns… could it be Daoist Lin Xun of the Xuanxu Sword Sect?”

Lin Xun, suddenly called out inexplicably, stiffened instinctively, and nodded blankly.

“Then these must be Daoist Zheng, Daoist Ning, Daoist Meng, and Daoist Pei—”

The monk’s gaze swept over the group. When he saw Jiang Si, his volume noticeably increased, and his eyes widened to the size of his forehead: “Elder Tian Xianzi!”

Ah, what Elder Tian Xianzi? Of course he is not!

Just as Jiang Si was about to object, he heard Meng Jue beside him say seriously, “Indeed. Young monk, you have a keen eye.”

Jiang Si: …?

“Little monk Wu Jing, Elder Tian Xianzi, I’ve always wanted to meet you in person!”

The monk stepped forward excitedly: “You are the dawn of the righteous path and the spokesperson of the swordsmanship. Meeting Elder Tian Xianzi has been my lifelong wish!”

Jiang Si: “I—”

“Master, there’s no need to be so flattered!”

Zheng Weiqi pinched his arm while transmitting a secret message: “Whether we can get up Yuxia Mountain today depends entirely on you!”

Jiang Si: …

Jiang Si’s mouth twitched: “Oh.”

Ning Ning also smiled: “Since the young monk admires Master so much, why not talk to him a bit more?”

Wu Jing, given permission, became even happier: “Really? Of all Elder Tian Xianzi’s feats, the one that impressed me the most was the day you slew the nine-headed giant dragon at Fengdu Ridge, even as your companions were severely injured. Could you tell me more about that day?”

What is Fengdu Ridge? And what is a nine-headed giant dragon?

Jiang Si wanted to say, “I can’t.”

But the vicious and cruel eyes of the people around him were fixed on him, which made him feel like a thorn in his back and it was extremely painful. He just felt so pitiful; these sword cultivators were not humans.

“That day, I’ll never forget.”

He took a deep breath and quietly winked at the people around him, trying to seek support. But Zheng Weiqi was whistling and playing with her nails; Ning Ning had her hands behind her back and was looking at her feet; and the others, though alive, were practically dead, standing motionless and silent.

Damn it, a bunch of useless trash!

“The giant dragon came with fierce momentum. My fellow disciples fell to the ground like strands of noodles, each one frothing at the mouth, their jade-like bodies sprawled out, their cloud-like hair askew, their delicate voices moaning… It was a sight both pitiful and heart-wrenching…”

Jiang Si used all his vocabulary reserves but suddenly realized a very serious problem.

All his recent reading material came from Zheng Weiqi’s indescribable little books.

“As a swords cultivator, how can I let my companions suffer such a disaster! I am so heartbroken! My tears burst out uncontrollably as I swing my sword wildly. Then I roar and scream. I tear my hair out like a mad wolf until there is nothing left. I want to kill it! Ugh——!”

As he made up the story, he became emotionally involved, frenziedly pounding a nearby tree, panting like an ox.

“I fought fiercely with it for three hundred rounds, stabbing my sharp sword mercilessly into its body. It moaned, screamed, and wagged its tail under me, begging for mercy, while I laughed so crazily! Hahaha! My sword is a rare masterpiece; how can a little evil dragon break free ! I thrust my sword more violently, letting out a deeply satisfying low growl——!”

Help! This story is becoming increasingly inappropriate!!!

(T/N: omgggg..why do I image something inappropriate from this..hehe)

Ning Ning was stunned and thought for a moment, realizing that it wasn’t the wind that moved her; it was her heart. It’s not that Jiang Si’s words are dirty, but her heart is already tainted.

After speaking, Jiang Si maintained the pose of hitting the tree, his eyes red as he took another deep breath.

There was a sound of applause heard; it was from the always gentle and elegant Meng Jue.

“As expected of you, Master, you really made it so vivid and moving that it almost made me cry.”

Although Wu Jing felt something was off, he clapped along, bewildered: “The visual is so vivid, truly worthy of Elder Tian Xianzi!”

Jiang Si curled the corners of his mouth, shaking his messy hair and letting out a cold laugh.

“By the way, I have another question!”

Wu Jing, still enthralled, asked curiously: “Elder Tian Xianzi, born with sword bones, renowned at a young age, what are your cultivation secrets?”

He didn’t know a damn thing.

Jiang Si’s smile frozen.

“I know this one!”

Useless waste number one, Zheng Weiqi, quickly transmitted: “Master trains six hours a day, constantly studying sword manuals. I’ve heard he even uses river water to bathe to save time—”

Before she could finish, another voice echoed in Jiang Si’s mind.

Useless waste number two, Ning Ning, spoke quickly: “I know, I know! He eats overnight steamed buns when hungry. Later, he simply practices fasting to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He bought sword manuals one after another. In order to make money, he even sold his pants and almost went to a brothel.”

Then came useless waste number three, He Zhizhou: “Uncle Master trains without eating or sleeping. He just chopped with a sword in the floating tower all day. If it were me, I would be so tired that I would commit suicide on the spot.”

And finally, useless waste number four, Meng Jue: “Just say he trains tirelessly day and night. Master tirelessly hones his sword intent, nearly going astray several times. Even after becoming an elder of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, he never stopped cultivating.”