The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 414 - 404: The First Page of the Sword Manual, Forgetting the Beloved
The one who caught Fang Yu was naturally Lin Yun.
After carefully holding Fang Yu in his arms, Lin Yun saw the blood on the corner of her mouth.
This time, Dongfang Hongyue really went too far. Of course, she didn’t kill Fang Yu.
The body of someone in the Enlightened Realm isn’t that fragile, but Fang Yu’s complexion still looked terrible.
Having lost in public to a member of the Demon Sect, how could she be willing to accept it?
Just when Lin Yun caught her, she struggled to get up again, determined to fight to the death with Dongfang Hongyue.
Of course, Lin Yun wouldn’t let her stand up again. He held Fang Yu tightly and said with concern, "You’re hurt."
"Don’t mind me."
Fang Yu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and tried to get up again, but she couldn’t break free from Lin Yun’s embrace.
"Your wounds are severe."
Lin Yun pressed down on Fang Yu, looked into her eyes, and suddenly, he released the Great Mist.
Fang Yu hadn’t understood what was happening when the next second, Lin Yun kissed her. Fang Yu’s eyes widened in shock. Lin Yun was actually taking advantage of her at this time!
However, with the Spiritual Liquid transferred from Lin Yun, Fang Yu realized what his intentions were.
Obviously, Lin Yun saw that she was seriously injured and in his urgency, he had to save her this way.
This silly disciple, doesn’t he know men and women shouldn’t touch each other!
With this kiss, Fang Yu’s heart was thrown into chaos again.
Gradually, Lin Yun stopped supplying the Spiritual Liquid, but Fang Yu still lingered on that feeling, tangling a bit longer.
After a while, when their lips parted, Fang Yu looked at Lin Yun with flushed cheeks, joy in her heart, but she said with thin anger, "You rebellious disciple! Let me go now!"
Seeing her pure yet commanding demeanor, Lin Yun found it extremely thrilling.
My master is just too adorable!
So, Lin Yun decided to go all out, and kissed her again, but not just that, his hands, with no proper place to rest, began to cause mischief.
Fang Yu was startled, considering the many disciples, allies, and enemies around. Her own disciple was taking such liberties with her. Unable to contain herself, she struggled fiercely, but Lin Yun did not let go until her body had gone limp, then he finally stopped.
"You rebellious disciple, how dare you..."
"Master, I should go."
Lin Yun interrupted Fang Yu’s words, and she fell silent as well.
It seemed that only when Lin Yun was determined to leave did she finally give up trying to keep him.
"Once you leave, I will expel you from the sect, and you will no longer be my disciple."
"I know."
"If we meet again, we may be enemies."
"I will never let my sword be drawn against you."
As Lin Yun said this, he internally added, "But I can’t make the same promise about a spear."
"Then you must be careful. I will show no mercy."
Fang Yu said coolly but unexpectedly, Lin Yun kissed her once more.
"What are you doing!"
Fang Yu felt both embarrassed and delighted. This little pup, why was he now acting like a big bad wolf? But she quite liked it.
Yet, she wouldn’t admit her fondness, instead pretending to be very angry.
Lin Yun chuckled lightly and said, "I’ll come back for you."
After he spoke, Lin Yun let go of Fang Yu and walked into the Great Mist.
It didn’t take long for the Great Mist to disappear, and Fang Yu saw Dongfang Hongyue and the others.
The disciples of the Shenxiao Sect were somewhat panicked until they saw Fang Yu appear safely, which eased their minds.
Dongfang Hongyue’s emotions, however, were very complex.
She knew that the Great Mist was Lin Yun’s doing. Why had Lin Yun created a heavy mist after catching Fang Yu? He must have done something unspeakable. She’d had this suspicion since the mist dissipated, and her sharp eyes quickly swept over Fang Yu’s clothes and lips.
Her clothes didn’t reveal anything, but Fang Yu’s lips were visibly redder.
That detestable disciple, did he possess a unique desire to claim his master?
Dongfang Hongyue was filled with regret.
If she had known it would come to this, she wouldn’t have sent Lin Yun to the Shenxiao Sect; she would’ve preferred to send him to the Guanghan Palace. After all, the Lord of Guanghan Palace was pure and chaste and would never entertain such thoughts towards a disciple.
Moreover, the Flower Fairy and Jiang Chenyu bore grudges against each other. Either choice would have been better than having Lin Yun acknowledge Fang Yu as his master. What a blunder!
Benefiting from the cover of the Great Mist, Lin Yun quietly slipped away. If he didn’t leave now, wasn’t he just waiting to start a Shura Field?
It was all about kissing and running. As long as I run fast enough, the Shura Field can’t catch up with me.
However, running away this time meant he couldn’t take Jiang Chenyu with him. That accessory ought to know her limits and would seek Fang Yu’s protection, surely!
Alas, truly a concerning fish.
As Lin Yun considered Jiang Chenyu’s situation, she suddenly realized Lin Yun had vanished.
She felt abandoned on the spot, her nose turning sour, and her eyes gradually filled with tears.
"No, I must hold back. If others see it, they’ll laugh."
Jiang Chenyu tilted her head back to look at the sky so that her tears wouldn’t fall.
Lin Yun, you heartless betrayer!
Zhang Biyu watched the scene unfold and, seeing the fight was over, stirred the fire by saying, "It seems Lin Yun has run off. What a pity. Our White Lotus Sect truly hoped he would join us. Such a handsome young man, even I can hardly resist him. Sect Master Fang is truly heartless!"
Fang Yu’s heart lurched, betraying her guilty conscience.
Zhang Biyu had merely stoked the fires, but in Fang Yu’s eyes, it seemed to expose something more.
"Let’s go!"
Fang Yu chose to ignore Zhang Biyu and led his people away.
At this moment, Liu Ji, who had been silent for a long time and had hardly been noticeable, suddenly spoke up.
"I can help you capture the traitor under your command," he said.
Fang Yu gave him a glance and said heartlessly, "Don’t bother yourself."
Liu Ji: "..."
The members of the Demon Sect watched the people from the Shenxiao Sect leave before Zhang Biyu gossiped and approached Liu Ji with a sly smile, "Brother Ji, don’t tell me you’ve really liked Fang Yu all this time?"
She used to joke about it, just for gossip, but now she suddenly felt that Brother Ji might really harbor such feelings!
Upon hearing the question, Liu Ji was stunned for a moment, but then he shook his head.
"Women will only slow down the speed with which I draw my sword. Only with a heart void of sentiment can my sword be entirely ruthless."
Liu Ji’s reply was cool, eliciting silent criticism from Zhang Biyu.
This guy will probably only have his sword for company for the rest of his life.
At this moment, Lin Yu from the Shenxiao Sect turned her head back in the midst of the departing crowd and said to Liu Ji, "I don’t think so. A sword is just ordinary iron, which becomes sentient through the act of holding it. Why does a sword cultivator wield a sword? I believe it is because of sentiment. It’s for the sake of protecting what one wishes to protect, for the love of one’s lover, that with conviction, the sword becomes even sharper."
After speaking, Lin Yu walked away.
She wasn’t teaching Liu Ji the Sword Dao, just expressing her own understanding of it.
Both were of equal cultivation realm and had grasped divine artifacts. Lin Yu felt she had a sure win, estimating the odds at ten to six without the divine artifacts in play—six in her favor and four for Liu Ji.
If Liu Ji could make a breakthrough from her words, it would be her way of repaying the debt for the rescue he had provided that day.
Lin Yu walked away, but Liu Ji was left in deep contemplation for a long time.
"The reason for wielding a sword, huh..."
Liu Ji suddenly realized that he had forgotten the original intention that led him to take up the sword.
The first time he held a sword had been many years ago; he was just a boy then, and the first time he picked up a sword, it was to kill an enemy and protect his mother.
Later on, despite the passing of his kin, the sword remained the partner he trusted the most.
He didn’t trust anyone else, just the sword in his hand.
As his cultivation level escalated, the reason for holding his sword—it had been a long time since he had thought about it.
"Brother Ji, have you had an epiphany?"
Seeing Liu Ji’s transition from confusion to calm, Zhang Biyu knew that his moment of insight had ended and asked.
Liu Ji casually nodded and said, "I have."
"What did you realize?"
Zhang Biyu was curious, but then Liu Ji earnestly said, "What Lin Yu said earlier, about protecting her lover, she now has a weakness. If I truly wanted to kill her and couldn’t defeat her, finding her lover would allow me to easily beat her."
Zhang Biyu: "..."
This is what you’ve realized?
Is that all?
"A swordsman’s heart must be cold."
Seeing that Zhang Biyu seemed to disapprove, he explained further.
"The sentiment in a swordsman’s heart is like rust on his sword—a single weakness that can lead to his demise."
Zhang Biyu: "..."
It’s really uninteresting chatting with this kind of man.
She had thought that if Liu Ji really took Lin Yu’s words to heart and wanted to fall in love, she could offer some help, given that she knew plenty of pretty girls.
And honestly, the thought of a wooden man like Liu Ji talking about love seemed rather amusing.
But now the conversation had reached this point, Zhang Biyu couldn’t just let it go without further investigation.
She pressed on stubbornly: "Is that really true? Since you’re so enlightened, could it be that you do have someone in your heart, but you’re deliberately not showing it to hide your own weakness?"
Liu Ji: "..."
The fear of an abrupt silence...
Zhang Biyu: "..."
Well, I think I’ve really stumbled upon some earth-shattering gossip.
Brother Ji, why do you have to be so honest? Just brush it off and curse like you did earlier! Now I’m all nervous.
Zhang Biyu worried that knowing too much could lead to Liu Ji silencing her.
But this news was indeed explosive, something she had mentioned offhandedly.
Seeing the awkwardness of the situation, Zhang Biyu quickly turned to Dongfang Hongyue.
"Sister Hong Yue, what should we do next?" she asked.
Dongfang Hongyue glanced at Zhang Biyu with an expression as serene as an old monk’s.
"Do whatever you want to do. No need to ask me," she said.
She was in a state of self-seclusion at the moment.
Every time she fought another woman, she won the battle but lost the man.
Fighting the Flower Fairy, Lin Yun embraced the Flower Fairy. Battling the Snow Maiden, Lin Yun embraced the Snow Maiden. Now, after fighting Fang Yu, Lin Yun embraced Fang Yu.
She always won, but not really.
"Maybe next time I should just let myself get hit..."
Dongfang Hongyue thought pitifully, yet she was also afraid.
That darn Lin Yun, she conceded the matter with Fang Yu, but if Lin Yun dared to seek out another woman, he could not blame her for being merciless!
Lin Yun, who was on his way to the grasslands, suddenly felt a chill on his back.
For no apparent reason, he just felt a bit cold...
