Chapter 233

Since the messages were transmitted to Jiang Si individually, they couldn’t hear each other’s transmissions.

Taken separately, each might have seemed logical and reasonable. However, when all poured into one person’s ear, it was a chaotic jumble, like a dance of demons.

“Uh, I…”

Jiang Si wanted to escape, but the little monk’s gaze was bright and piercing, silently urging him to speak quickly. Those words jumbled together in his mind. He thought hazily for a moment and finally decided to stop thinking altogether.

“When I’m hungry, I drink bathwater that I left overnight, spend all day at the brothel chopping with my pants on, and get so tired that I almost go astray. To make money, I even consider committing suicide on the spot. Even after becoming an elder of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, I haven’t stopped going to the brothel.”

What is this?

The scene fell into silence.

The several people of the Xuanxu Sword Sect turned their heads together, looking around at the scenery.

Only Wu Jing listened in horror, his pupils trembling. His eyes, mouth, and nostrils formed perfect circles, looking extraordinarily harmonious, like a neatly arranged doughnut.

—Could this be the strongest sword cultivator of our time? Terrifying! Utterly terrifying!

Jiang Si tried hard to hold back the tears in his eyes: “Well, more or less, that’s about it.”

After a few awkward laughs, he continued, as if to remedy the situation: “Actually, I also read books. Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, haha.”

Wu Jing hesitated for a moment: “May I ask what kind of books Elder Tian Xianzi reads?”

Just as Jiang Si was about to answer, Zheng Weiqi immediately covered his mouth: “The ‘General Principles of Swordsmanship’!”

Actually, it was ‘Cultivation Romance Record.’

Ning Ning earnestly added: “‘The Solitary Light Sword Technique’!”

Actually, it was ‘Dangerous Love: My Tyrant Master.’

Lin Xun, almost in tears, timidly tried to salvage his master’s reputation: “And ‘The Twelve Sword Manuals.'”

Actually, it was ‘The Genius Son and His Clueless Mother.’

Jiang Si could only nod with muffled sounds.

“I see!”

Wu Jing, thinking of something, bashfully scratched his bald head, a blush rising on his fleshy face: “One last question… I’ve always wanted to practice swords with Elder Tian Xianzi. Would you be willing?”

Fate is fair.

While it opens a door for some, it closes a window for others.

Jiang Si could already see his future.

Why did the wind blowing into his eyes today make them feel so stinging?

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Jiang Si went to practice swords with Wu Jing.

Without the little monk blocking them, climbing the mountain became much easier. Ning Ning followed the path up, through layers of trees, and soon reached the peak.

Yuxia Mountain wasn’t the highest, but its view was the broadest. Standing at the peak and looking down, the myriad lights of the town fell into view.

Late at night, the lights mixed with the rolling mist by the Longyin River, creating layers of softly glowing fog, like thin gauze fluttering in the wind, covering the lights that strung together like pearls.