The entire continent knew that as the last disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect Master, Qi Jian's cultivation was extremely high despite his young age. His even thinner and weaker body also possessed an extremely powerful strength. However, on this journey, he could clearly see that in terms of willpower and true battle prowess, he was far from being able to match up to this wolf youth.
In the younger generation of cultivators, the wolf tribe youth Zhexiu was very famous. He was no weaker than the Divine State's Seven Laws, and sometimes even overshadowed the light of the Divine State's Seven Laws. He was compared to Xu You Rong by a proud person like Tang Thirty Six and viewed as someone that he truly had to surpass, because … he lived on the snowy plains and faced the demons for many years.
In those years, Zhexiu was very young, unable to break into Ethereal Opening, nor did he have the protection of a sect or master. However, he had been constantly hunting demons under the cover of the wind and snow. Just this fact alone was enough to show how extraordinary he was. In the Mount Li Sword Sect, Qi Jian and his senior brothers would occasionally discuss this matter, but no matter how they thought about it, they could not understand how he had managed to survive.
Before Zhexiu appeared in the capital to participate in the Grand Examination, people's impression of this wolf tribe youth was that he was cold and bloodthirsty. They believed that this was the most important reason why he could survive until now. Only after coming to the Garden of Zhou and escaping together with him did Qi Jian finally understand why he could survive on the snowy plains. It was because Zhexiu really was like a wolf that survived.
There were countless powerful demonic beasts in this world, and there were also mystical high-level creatures like the Dragon Clan. The wolves that lived in the wilderness, in comparison, were not special in terms of strength or bloodline. However, wolves were the most patient, the most persistent, the most cautious, and the most sensitive to danger in this world. The demonic wolf clan had the bloodline of wolves, so naturally, they also had such characteristics.
Zhexiu was a mixed-blood between a human and a wolf tribe. When he was young, he was exiled from his tribe. Sadly, he lost the terrifying possibility of group battles, but this forced him to push the wolf tribe's ability to fight alone to an unimaginable level. His sensitivity to danger even surpassed the Orthodoxy's priests' calculations of the unknown with their Fated Star Plates.
Seeing Zhexiu's face, Qi Jian's heart grew heavier and sadder. He thought to himself, if not for the fact that he had to save me, no matter how powerful that Demon General couple was, Zhexiu would have had a chance to escape. He would not have ended up in this situation, where the poison of the Peacock Plume had blinded him and forced him into this grassland of death.
"I'm sorry …" He withdrew his gaze and looked at the front of his robe that was embroidered by his mistress. He said in a low voice, "It's all my fault for dragging you down."
Zhexiu was meditating with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep, as if he had not heard what Chen Changsheng had said.
This made Qi Jian feel even more sad, but also somewhat comforted, because he knew that Zhexiu had definitely heard it.
However, just when he thought that Zhexiu would continue to remain silent, he suddenly heard a voice say, "Since you understand this point, remember to add more money after you leave."
Zhexiu really seemed to be sleeping, as if he was not the one who had said those words. Only the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was smiling.
In the dangerous snowfield, expressionless was the best cover in battle, so he rarely smiled. Very few people had ever seen him smile.
Right now, there was no battle, and he could not see, so even he himself did not expect that he would smile.
Seeing his smile, Qi Jian stared blankly. He forcefully nodded his head, grunted, and then also began to happily smile.
However, he could not maintain his smile, because they were still in the plains. His mood very quickly sank as the sun rose higher and higher over the plains.
The Garden of Zhou already had several hundred years of history. At least ten-some batches, or tens of millions of Ethereal Opening human cultivators, had come here. Under the enticement of the legacy of the continent's number one expert, under the urging of the legend of the Sword Pool, countless cultivators had ventured into the plains. However, no one had ever returned alive.
Whether in terms of cultivation or willpower, those cultivators of the previous generation were not necessarily weaker than him and Zhexiu.
After entering the plains, they had only encountered a few packs of monsters. It was very obvious that the true dangers of the plains had not yet appeared, but they had already sensed many strange places. In this Plains of the Unsetting Sun, the sun really did not sink below the horizon. According to the calculations of the Flowing Water Bottle, after nightfall, the sun would turn into a halo of light that slowly circled around the plains.
Moreover, the space in the plains seemed to be distorted. There seemed to be some sort of pattern to it, but it was impossible to grasp through observation. Coupled with the fact that as far as the eye could see, there was only green grass, so there was simply no direction. Without direction, there was naturally no way out. The people who entered the plains seemed to be walking forever, encountering more and more powerful monsters, until one day they finally died of exhaustion.
Moreover, he was currently so heavily injured that he could not move, and Zhexiu could not see, so how much longer could they last?
Qi Jian lowered his head and looked at the bloodstain on his abdomen. His mood grew more and more depressed, and he sadly said, "I don't understand why."
Zhexiu knew that what he did not understand was not the plains, but the hearts of people.
The inner sect disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect had always been extremely close to each other. Under the leadership of Qiushan Jun and Gou Hanshi, they were like family. As the youngest junior brother of the Divine State's Seven Laws, Qi Jian had always been extremely doted on. In the depths of his heart, he had always treated his senior brothers as his own brothers. But who could have imagined that his third senior brother, Liang Xiaoxiao, who normally took care of him the most in Mount Li, would actually stab him by the lake, and stab him so viciously!
Liang Xiaoxiao's stab had directly pierced through his abdomen, jolting and severing several of his meridians, and even more so had pierced through his heart. From yesterday until now, even when his mind was in a trance because of his heavy injuries, he had always been thinking about this question. He wanted to ask his third senior brother, just why had he done all of this?
In the grass hut in the Mausoleum of Books, Zhexiu had personally seen the feelings between the disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect, as well as how they had cared for and cherished Qi Jian. Therefore, he could understand Qi Jian's current mood, and could clearly feel his disappointment, frustration, and sorrow. However, he did not know how to comfort him. After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know why he wants to kill you, and I also don't really understand the relationship between you fellow disciples. This is because from the beginning of my memory, I have always lived alone. I don't believe that everything in the world needs a reason. I value results more, so you only need to remember that if he wants to kill you, then he is your enemy, and no longer your senior brother."
Zhexiu was famous, and his story had spread far and wide across the continent. Many people knew that he was a mixed-blood between a human and a wolf demon. When he was very young, he had been expelled from his tribe, and he had grown up alone in the wind and snow with great difficulty. Qi Jian raised his head to look at him, and suddenly felt that his figure was rather lonely, and looked very pitiful. He immediately forgot his own sorrow, and felt a great deal of sympathy and pity. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
Qi Jian didn't know why he would do this, and said, "It's different now."
Zhexiu slightly tilted his head, closed his eyes, and asked, "What's different?"
Qi Jian wanted to say that he was sitting next to him, and that he was no longer alone, but he was a little shy, and so nervous that he couldn't say it. Instead, he said, "Because … you entered the Orthodox Academy?"
Zhexiu thought to himself, that black bear really did invite me to enter the Orthodox Academy, but I didn't agree.
The reason why he had traveled from the snowy plains to the Capital, and participated in the Grand Examination, was because he knew that Chen Chang Sheng had helped Her Highness resolve the problem of using the demi-human bloodline to cultivate in the human cultivation method. That problem was somewhat similar to the one he faced. As he grew older and his cultivation increased, his bloodline would become stronger, and the number of times he would experience the Tide Rush of Blood would also increase. Perhaps at any time, he would die, and he needed Chen Chang Sheng to treat his illness and prolong his life.
If Chen Chang Sheng could cure his illness, he would naturally leave the Capital and return to the snowy plains. But that was a matter for the future, and now, in front of Qi Jian, he didn't say it. Now that he was trapped in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, there was a high possibility that he would have no future, so why make this heavily injured little fellow even more distressed? He said, "Orthodox Academy … not bad, but that rich kid surnamed Tang is a bit annoying, so I still haven't made a decision."
"Yes, I also feel that Tang Tang is very annoying, but Chen Chang Sheng isn't bad. Speaking of which, in the Li Palace guestroom, we would sometimes discuss, if not for that engagement, perhaps our Mount Li Sword Sect could also peacefully coexist with your Orthodox Academy, we could become friends with Chen Chang Sheng, you … you could also become friends with me."
Qi Jian looked at his face and softly said this, his voice getting lower and lower. The sun above the plains rose higher and higher, and the air gradually became hotter. The puddle of water emitted even more steam, making it feel rather stuffy. His hands began to sweat, perhaps due to nervousness, or some other reason. Then, the medicine's effects began to take effect, and he felt rather drowsy, about to fall asleep.
His mind was somewhat absent-minded, and his vision was also somewhat blurry. Suddenly, he saw Zhexiu approach and grab his hand, preparing to do something. He subconsciously became nervous and uneasy, and even felt a faint fear. However, for some reason, he did not have any thoughts of resisting or rejecting Zhexiu.
Zhexiu was prepared to take advantage of the time when the medicine was taking effect to treat his wounds and apply medicine. Because his eyes could not see, he could only use his hands to feel. Two steady hands moved up the back of Qi Jian's hand, to his shoulders. Then, separated by a distance of about an inch, without touching his body, they moved down to his lower abdomen. Then, they moved down, and his fingers rested on his belt.
The clothing of the Mount Li Sword Sect was very simple, even plain. There were no complicated patterns on the belt, but the buckles were very sturdy.
Under Zhexiu's steady fingers, even the sturdiest buckles could not resist for a moment. Very quickly, the buckles on the belt were undone and his clothes were lifted up.
Qi Jian was extremely nervous, but his mind was somewhat absent-minded. The drowsiness brought about by the medicine made him want to scream, but he did not have the strength to do so. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Zhexiu undid his clothes, revealing his pure white skin under the azure sky of the Garden of Zhou.
He could not see it, but he could feel it.
Qi Jian's body slightly trembled because of embarrassment, nervousness, and anger.
His hands also began to tremble because the unexpected touch had revealed the truth of the matter.
Qi Jian was extremely embarrassed. He tightly closed his eyes, his eyelashes incessantly blinking. He wanted nothing more than to faint just like that.
Then, he fainted just like that.
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(A reader called so-and-so Ten said that he was in a bad mood on the 12th of December. He asked me if he could willfully add a few chapters. I saw it too late, and I've never been a willful person. I don't know how he's feeling right now, so I'll add a small chapter. Of course, it can't really be considered an addition, because it's just a basic chapter. In short, I hope he's in a good mood. Because this plot really does make my mood better. I love writing about men dressed as women, undressing, and men and women alone, so I directly threw these two couples into the plains. Of course, because Chen Xu is the main character, the point of view will definitely be focused on them, but Qi Jian's part cannot be missed. That's it. I hope everyone is in a good mood, but why is my mood suddenly so heavy? That's right, I've added two chapters today, so what should I do tomorrow? The matter still hasn't been dealt with … …)
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