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Chapter 56: You Are the Sword, She Is the Sheath

She was lost in her thoughts when Yin Buqi slowly opened his eyes.

“Awake, Niannian?” His eyes were full of amusement, laced with a hint of laziness and satisfaction.

“Mm.”

Jiang Niannian nodded, shaking the chain on her wrist.

“This… can you unlock it now?”

“Alright.”

Yin Buqi withdrew his arm from her waist, and the chain on her wrist disappeared along with the movement.

It was only then that Jiang Niannian realized she wasn’t sore because Yin Buqi had been using his spiritual energy all night to massage her waist, soothing her meridians and promoting blood flow to prevent bruising.

She looked at Yin Buqi with a hint of emotion.

But what she didn’t know was that, after crying all night, her eyes were slightly red, shimmering with tears, making her appear as if she were asking to be teased even more.

Yin Buqi’s red eyes darkened as he pulled her back into his arms.

After so many times, Jiang Niannian understood what Yin Buqi wanted.

She struggled to sit up from his embrace, dressed herself, and walked over to the bronze mirror.

She took a scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

Yin Buqi coughed softly, his face still pale, though his lips were shockingly red.

He smiled, watching her from behind, and slowly got out of bed as well.

Downstairs, the others were having breakfast.

The events of the previous day had been so shocking that it was hard for everyone to sleep, so they had woken up late.

One of the cultivators was boasting as he ate.

“Back when I was still in the Foundation Establishment stage, a few Golden Core cultivators picked a fight with my brothers. I charged in and took down half of them.”

Another cultivator exposed him with a smirk.

“What a fart! Stop flattering yourself. I was there too. You rushed in, and five of them were beating your brothers while the other five were beating you.”

The first cultivator sat down, embarrassed.

“Well, I still took care of half, didn’t I…?”

“Hahaha! Your mom took care half of it!”

“Miss Tang, are you coming with us to Shuiyun Sect?” someone asked.

“Yes,” Tang Murou nodded.

“I’ve already sent word to my brother, so he won’t worry.”

In the corner, Yin Ci sat quietly, far more composed than the day before.

However, the pain in his expression was unmistakable as he frequently glanced at Shen Yu.

The latter, meanwhile, continued to eat calmly, not acknowledging Yin Ci’s stares.

Tang Murou, sitting among the crowd like a lady from a noble family. She had clearly dressed with care, her hair elegantly pinned up and a green gown accentuating her graceful figure.

At that moment, Jiang Niannian and Yin Buqi entered the room, drawing everyone’s attention.

Yin Buqi, with his ethereal beauty, seemed like a demon from a storybook, growing more seductive and alluring by the day.

In contrast, Jiang Niannian looked like the unfortunate scholar in the same story, drained of her essence, with reddened eyes and a weary expression.

The most telling sign was that Yin Buqi was wearing a dark red robe today, loosely fastened.

As he moved, faint bite marks could be glimpsed on his neck.

Yin Ci noticed immediately, sensing something unusual.

Even Coal Ball, gave them a suspicious look.

Jiang Ziyou and Tang Murou also noticed the strangeness.

Shen Yu, however, had already seen through it all.

Tang Murou, surprised, asked, “You two…”

Jiang Nian Nian felt awkward.

She adjusted Yin Buqi’s robe to cover the ambiguous marks and said, “We… practiced swordsmanship all night.”

Shen Yu took a sip of tea, his face darkening slightly as he remarked sarcastically, “I think what you practiced all night was the sword entering the sheath.”

Everyone understood and silently lowered their heads to drink their tea.

One body ‘come’, one body ‘to’, two bodies ‘peng peng’.

Under the table, Tang Murou clenched her hand so tightly that her palm turned red without her even realizing it.

Today, Shen Yu was wearing a blue and white robe, with his usual butterfly knot and white jade flute at his waist.

Jiang Niannian glanced at him but said nothing, thinking to herself : You are too slutty.

(T/N:  This sentence is usually used to tease or ridicule someone’s behavior or dress that is too exaggerated and eye-catching.)

Then she sat down beside Yin Buqi.

Jiang Ziyou is a silly kid: “Practicing sheathing the sword… does that really take practice?”

He then pulled out his favorite Feiying Liuyun Sword to demonstrate.

He unsheathed the sword with a whoosh and then slid it back into the scabbard with a snap.

“Pfft!”

Jiang Nian Nian had been sipping her tea and ended up spraying it out in surprise.

“Cough, cough…”

Yin Buqi gently patted her back, smiling faintly as he helped her recover.

Shen Yu watched the two in silence, his expression dark.

After breakfast, the group set off for Shuiyun Sect.

Yin Ci, still dazed from the previous day’s events, walked out of the inn but stopped in his tracks.

“Where’s Uncle Shen?”

“He’s gone,” Yin Buqi replied.

Yin Ci froze.

There were so many things he wanted to say to Shen Yu, but he didn’t know where to begin.

He remembered when he was young and injured from sword practice, how Uncle Shen would scold him while patiently tending to his wounds, wiping his tears and snot with his sleeve.

“I really impressed by you, this is my favorite robe! This color is discontinued, and I can’t buy it anymore, You are crying and wailing. It’s so ugly!”

Shen Yu would grumble.

And young Yin Ci would rub his nose against the sleeve, mumbling, “Uncle Shen, you always say that, but you still let me ruin your clothes. When I grow up, I’ll buy you a whole bag of clothes in every color!”

“Hmph! Who needs your few pieces of clothing.”

At the memory, tears welled up in Yin Ci’s eyes again.

He asked, “When did he leave?”

“Just now, while you were staring at the table,” Yin Buqi replied, pointing down the road.

Yin Ci didn’t waste any more time.

He hurried after Shen Yu, nearly tripping in his haste.

Finally, he caught sight of a figure in a light blue robe.

“Uncle Shen! Wait for me!”

Shen Yu paused but didn’t stop walking.

Yin Ci panicked and ran faster, grabbing Shen Yu’s sleeve as he gasped for breath.

Shen Yu frowned.

“What do you want?”

“Uncle Shen, aren’t you coming with us to Shuiyun Sect?” Yin Ci asked, his voice trembling.

“No. Everyone has their own path. I have my own matters to attend to.”

“My father…”

“If you’re here to plead for him, don’t bother. The grudge between us is one of blood.”

“I know… I’m not asking you to forgive him.”

Yin Ci lowered his head, gripping Shen Yu’s sleeve tightly, his voice choked with emotion.

He had always thought crying was a sign of weakness, but now he realized that sometimes there was no other way to express his pain and sorrow.

Shen Yu sighed, coldly extending his sleeve.

“Wipe your face.”

“But I’ll dirty your robe…”

“This is the last time I’ll wipe your tears, Yin Ci. You can’t keep acting like a child.”

“…Okay.”

Yin Ci wiped his face, eyes red.

“Uncle Shen, will we meet again?”

Shen Yu’s voice was cold.

“If I can help it, I hope we never meet again.”

Yin Ci felt his heart sink into an icy abyss.

He stood there, stunned, until Shen Yu’s figure was long gone.

He stumbled back to the inn, only to find it empty.

Strange… had Yin Buqi and the others left without him?

He searched around and found Jiang Ziyou’s Feiying Liuyun Sword beneath a tree.

Yin Ci’s heart sank.

Jiang Ziyou loved that sword.

He would never leave it behind unless something had gone terribly wrong. They must be in danger!

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