Wen Renye had a sleepless night.

    Not only did he stay awake all night, Ah-Chu had also been buzzing around the place, muttering and chanting under his breath. Chang Qian went over and listened carefully for a while before hearing him mutter something like “Is this the uncensored version of the book?”

    Chang Qian didn’t think much about it. Because of the big shock from earlier, now he was no longer that surprised, so he simply tidied up and went to bed.

    Wen Renye sat by Jiang Zheliu’s bed, watching the frail and still feverish Xianzun sleeping peacefully, half of his face buried in the quilt, his long snow-white hair falling softly and disheveled, his eyelids had a rosy tint.

    He didn’t feel sleepy at all, staring at Jiang Zheliu, the more he looked at him, the more awake he became, never having been so awake before. So awake he could even write a ten thousand essay on his insightful reflections about the structure of the Heavenly Spirit Physique.

    Jiang Zheliu slept quite deeply and without disturbances he didn’t even move around much.

    It was a silent and serene night.

    When the morning light leaked through the wooden window and he had almost slept enough, he opened his eyes lazily to see the Devil Lord’s purple eyes, full of curiosity and confusion.

    Jiang Zheliu slowly regained his senses, glanced at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

    ……You’re asking me what’s wrong. Wen Renye’s furrowed brows turned to a deathly frown, and after having it brew in his mind all night, he said aggressively, “You know you can have children?”

    “En.” Jiang Zheliu nodded.

    What the h*ll, admitting to it like it was nothing.

    Wen Renye’s blood pressure was rising again and after grinding his teeth, he continued, “Well then why would you let me sleep with you!”

    Jiang Zheliu looked at him blankly, wondering what was wrong with pure sleep.

    “What if I’m terrible and shameless and ravaged your body?” Wen Renye said forcefully, “You don’t even know how to protect yourself!”

    Jiang Zheliu：“……”

    Jiang Zheliu had really never made any special efforts just because of his special physique. When he still had his cultivation, if others even glanced at him, it would have been respectful and pious, let alone anyone trying to act shamelessly. Now that his body has reached this point, there is no need to take extra precautions. If Wen Renye really had been that shameless, Jiang Zheliu probably would have died already.

    “You didn’t listen to me when I told you that you couldn’t drink. I’ve never seen such a big temper, no matter what I say you won’t listen……”

    How did the Junior Lord of the Devil Realm become like this? What happened to the “ruthless” and “murderous” nature of Devils?

    “Don’t say to me that it’s fine to drink once in a while, you’re so fragile that I’m afraid if I touch you, you’ll break, but it seems that you are quite capable of doing that yourself……” Wen Renye rambled on and on for half a day, feeling that he was simply worried, and after he finished, he saw the other party nodding perfunctorily.

    ……he was so furious.

    He reached out to hold Jiang Zheliu by his shoulders and said righteously, “You need to take this seriously, and this sudden fever of yours, can you take it more seriously?”

    Jiang Zheliu helplessly reiterated, “But it’s really nothing.”

    Wen Renye felt his blood pressure still rising as he gritted his teeth and said, “I’m a Devil, I’m not a good person, can’t you be scared of me?”

    “Ok.” Jiang Zheliu sighed, “Ok, I’m afraid, let go of me.”

    “I don’t believe that gege can’t see it.” Chang Qian said, “Why don’t you make things clear? Doesn’t gege like him?”

    Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then he reached out and ruffled the little snake’s hair, and said, “We haven’t known each other for long, how can we talk about liking each other?”

    Furthermore, he had one foot in the grave, his days were numbered. Wen Renye was still in his prime and had a promising future ahead of him. If they really did feel something for each other, and they decided to start something, but his illness couldn’t be cured, he would pass away within the next few years. How would Wen Renye bear to continue living without him for the remainder of his long endless life.

    He smiled calmly as he thought about it and whispered, “There’s nothing to clear up, so why say anything at all.”

    ————

    Ling Xiao Sect.

    In the inner hall, the unparalleled Lingxiao Sword lay flat on the table, its sharpness still intact but its cold light hidden, a far cry from the time it was in Jiang Zheliu’s hands.

    Zhu Wuxin sat on the seat of the Sect Master and stared at the sword.

    Zhu Wuxin was actually very good-looking, but his expression at the moment was so gloomy that people dared not approach him.

    He stared for a long time, but he was unable to wait for even the slightest response from Ling Xiao Sword. He was feeling more and more resentful, but there was nothing he could do about it.

    The Ling Xiao Sword did not acknowledge him, the sword spirit was hidden deep inside with absolutely no intention of coming out. In his shixiong’s hands, the sword vibrated and trembled, it was invincible, but in his hands, it ……

    It was clearly the famous sword of the Ling Xiao Sect, the cherished object that his father had in his hands for many years and which, by definition, should have been connected to him by blood and resonated with him. But reality smacked him hard in the face.

    Zhu Wuxin took a deep breath and put the Ling Xiao Sword back into the scabbard. Just then, a young disciple wearing the Ling Xiao Sect robes entered the hall and knelt down to report, “Zhangmen, we have found out where Jin Yujie went. He definitely went to the Zhongnan Mountain a few days ago.”

    Zhu Wuxin’s eyelids fluttered and he hurriedly asked, “And then what?”

    From what he knew about his shixiong, he knew that his own shixiong would not change his decision easily, but he did not think that Jin Yujie would really be able to take Jiang Zheliu back with him.

    “Then Jin Yujie descended the mountain alone. Since he has returned, he seemed to be distracted the whole time, and then he went to Heaven Pavilion Sect and met with Wang Wenyuan.”

    That prick …… Zhu Wuxin rubbed his fingers together and said, “What’s Wang Wenyuan up to?”

    The hall was silent again as Zhu Wuxin sat where he was and passed on the message to the elders of the Ling Xiao Sect, before standing up and glancing out of the hall.

    He wasn’t sure if his shixiong had said anything, but that Jin Yujie was personally raised by his shixiong, not to mention, he was like half a shifu to Jin Yujie, he could even be considered half a father to him.

    …… If the Peerless Sword Pavilion Sect and Heaven Pavilion Sect unite ……

    Zhu Wuxin thought for a long time, from most tedious matters to the more serious ones in the Ling Xiao Sect and then thinking about the relationship between the various sects in the Cultivation World and then finally the state of the World as a whole. But in the end, all his thoughts lead back to the one that had always dressed in white.

    His shixiong never liked colours that were too warm. It was as if his shixiong had a million things to do every day, as if every single thing in the Cultivation World needed to be personally handled by him. He always looked indifferent, neither happy nor unhappy.

    Zhu Wuxin had always believed that Jiang Zheliu had more or less enjoyed his elite status, which was why he had always taken such good care of the Cultivation world, the Ling Xiao Sect, and of him……. And it was because of this, that wherever he went, people would never introduce him as Zhu Wuxin, nor as the son of the former Ling Xiao Sect Leader, but always as “Jiang Xianzun’s shidi”.

    That form of address by those people, it was equal to saying that he was only an embellishment, a symbol of his shixiong’s prestige.

    Zhu Wuxin collected his thoughts when his eyes fell on the seal on the table – it was a personal seal of Jiang Zheliu, engraved with the words ‘Spring Breeze in the Willows’1.

    It was a pity that when his shixiong left it was the harsh winter. There was no spring breeze, he also didn’t see him off that day.

    Zhu Wuxin didn’t know what he was feeling. He reached up to fix the collar on his cloak, holding the Ling Xiao sword in his hand, he walked out of the inner hall, saying to the disciples standing by, “I’m going out, if anyone asks, just say ……”

    He paused for a moment and said, “I suddenly encountered something difficult, so I’ve gone to see my shixiong.”