Wen Xueya’s was captivated.
He Mian looked so beautiful.
He wanted to hide him away, never letting anyone else see, locking him in a room, savoring every inch of his skin…
He wanted to hide him away, not let anyone else see him, lock him up, and savor every inch of his skin...
From Xie Qinghan’s perspective, Wen Xueya’s gaze was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
After a moment, Wen Xueya held his temples and shook his head, the crimson in his eyes fading to a clear black.
Wen Xueya looked around in a daze, as if waking from a dream. He quickly retracted the vines.
" brother He, why are you wrapped in vines?"
Xie Qinghan: "???"
That was a good question; he wanted to know too.
Temporary amnesia or playing dumb?
Xie Qinghan covered his wound and climbed to his feet, watching Wen Xueya warily.
Wen Xueya glanced around, saw Chen Yue’s corpse, and his face turned pale. "What happened to him?"
Xie Qinghan: "…You don't know?"
He was torn to death by you like a toy.
Wen Xueya held his forehead, deep in thought. "He said he wanted to kill me. After that, I don't remember much."
He paused, then his expression turned to one of sheer terror. "Did I kill him?"
Xie Qinghan remained silent.
The long silence seemed to confirm something for Wen Xueya, and he broke down. "Brother He, I'm so scared. I killed someone."
Wen Xueya stared at the blood on Xie Qinghan, his lips trembling. "Did I hurt you too? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Xie Qinghan took a step back, his tone calm. "Don't come any closer."
"You’re afraid of me?" Wen Xueya froze, tears on his cheeks glistening in the moonlight, giving him a fragile, broken beauty
He choked, "He... he tried to kill me first. I didn't want to die. I was just defending myself. I don't know what happened."
He did not take a step forward and stood but in the dark shadows crying.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless, yet clearly acting?
Xie Qinghan recalled the smile on Wen Xueya’s face earlier, an expression of extreme excitement and tremor, ruthless and abnormal.
It seemed like a sickness, and a serious one at that.
Could it be that the technique passed down by Cang Meng caused him to go berserk temporarily?
Or does Wen Xueya have multiple personalities?
Xie Qinghan had suspected this for a long time, considering Wen Xueya’s changing attitudes and the way he behaved differently towards Xie Qinghan under various identities.
He wouldn’t be surprised if Wen Xueya had a thousand faces.
Suddenly, Wen Xueya’s face turned pale, and he vomited blood.
Xie Qinghan hurriedly supported him and checked his pulse. There was a chaotic mix of demonic energy and Wen Xueya's own spiritual power in his dantian.
It really was a deviation in his cultivation!
Xie Qinghan promptly pressed several of his acupoints to help guide the energy.
The frail boy trembled in his arms, his cries soft and broken, his tears soaking through his clothes and scalding his skin.
Xie Qinghan couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. He patted Wen Xueya’s head and said gently, "It’s okay. He was wicked and deserved his fate. Just... don’t torment people like that next time."
It was enough to give anyone a psychological trauma.
Xie Qinghan wasn’t sure what he meant to Wen Xueya.
But he knew that Wen Xueya would ruthlessly eliminate anything harmful to him.
Even if it was him.
"Okay, I’ll listen to brother He" Wen Xueya spoke in a muffled voice, a sly light flashing in his eyes as he nestled in Xie Qinghan’s arms.
Wen Xueya used vines to drag away Chen Yue's body and destroy any evidence at the scene. He wanted to bandage He Mian, but was refused, so he could only watch He Mian leave.
Fortunately, He Dage didn't hate him.
Otherwise, even he didn't know what he would do.
Wen Xueya revealed a sharp canine tooth and licked it with the tip of his tongue.
His usual docility was overthrown, replaced by rebelliousness and defiance.
In the following days, Xie Qinghan practiced swordsmanship at Wan Jian Peak, not letting Wen Xueya come to Xiao Bi Court to do chores again.
Although Wen Xueya ran to Xiaobiting diligently,Xie Qinghan felt that nothing good came from Wen Xueya's smiles.
He was sure Wen Xueya was up to no good—either trying to poison him or stab him. He constantly worried about how Wen Xueya might try to kill him.
Xie Qinghan cherished his life. He didn't want to be killed by Wen Xueya on a whim before completing his mission.
If he died, there would be no way to return home.
Chen Yue's death was quickly discovered, his body found at the entrance of the Refining Peak. The Peak Master, Chen Han, was horrified upon seeing his beloved disciple dead.
Everyone who had interacted with Chen Yue was scrutinized.
Wen Xueya became the prime suspect. It was reported that Chen Yue had been seen near the warm spring, and someone had also seen Xie Qinghan, Chen Han, and Wen Xueya in that area.
They targeted the easy prey.
Chen Han didn't dare suspect Xie Qinghan, so he had Wen Xueya brought to Refining Peak, tortured for a confession, and then taken to Yu Tian Peak to face the Sect Leader.
In Yu Tian Hall, the thirty-six Peak Masters of Shangqing Sect gathered, with elders standing on either side. In the center lay Chen Yue's body, covered with a white cloth.
It was said that his body was missing parts; his limbs were broken, and even the flesh between his legs was eaten away by something.
People whispered, "It used to be just damaged, but now it's completely gone. Tragic."
"Chen Yue must have caused some romantic troubles. Now, his enemies have caught up with him. He deserves it."
"Killing him is one thing, but throwing his body at the Refining Peak is a blatant provocation."
Wen Xueya, covered in wounds, hung his head low, hiding his smile.
The missing parts of Chen Yue had been consumed by the demonic flower, he wanted Chen Yue to die in disgrace.
Chen Han pressed aggressively, "Wen Xueya, seven days ago you injured my disciple. The evidence is clear. Do you still deny killing him?"
Wen Xueya lifted his head, his face pale but resolute, "No."
The repetitive nature of the interrogation made some present disapprove of Chen Han's actions.
Wen Xueya's innocent appearance and doe-like eyes made him look like a harmless, fragile rabbit. How could someone like him kill?
Chen Han persisted, "Do you admit to injuring my disciple seven days ago?"
Wen Xueya nodded.
Chen Han was overjoyed and said to Chang Jian, the head of the sentencing office, "He has admitted to injuring my disciple. I ask the sect leader to expel him from the Shangqing Sect to maintain order."
"Peak Master Chen, you truly have a remarkable skill."
Xie Qinghan slowly entered the hall, casting a mocking glance at Chen Han. "Your skill in distorting facts and spouting nonsense is unmatched in the cultivation world, leaving us all in the dust."
After saying this, Xie Qinghan remembered that Wen Xueya did kill Chen Yue.
No one else but Wen Xueya, that little lunatic, would dump Chen Yue’s body at the Refining Peak.
His long, flowing hair was loosely gathered with a wooden hairpin, with the ends draped over one shoulder. Dressed in a red robe with a white jade belt accentuating his slender waist, he exuded an indescribable charm and elegance.
He bowed to Zhu Dongfeng, "Greetings, Sect Leader."
Chen Han sneered, "Jian Fangjun , do you even acknowledge the hierarchy?"
Xie Qinghan smiled faintly, "Respect is in the heart, but some rely on their seniority to act disrespectfully. Even bullying juniors in front of everyone."
"Though my master is in seclusion, as the senior disciple, I naturally cannot let others disgrace the Wanjian Peak."
"Though my master is in seclusion, as his senior disciple, I cannot let Wan Jian Peak's reputation be tarnished."
Xie Qinghan realized that as long as he framed protecting Wen Xueya as maintaining the reputation of Wan Jian Peak, he could avoid breaking character.
He really was a clever one.
Chen Han, enraged and humiliated, spat, "Arrogant!"
He lunged at Xie Qinghan, but his neck met the cold sheath of Xie Qinghan's sword, causing him to freeze.
Jue Xue Sword remained sheathed, yet a delicate fragrance was emanated, with tiny flower petals drifting from Xie Qinghan's sleeve.
Xie Qinghan sneered, a glint of killing intent in his slightly raised eyes, "Do you wish to fight me?"
Chen Han's face turned red, and he flung his sleeves, "I have no interest in fighting you."
Su Tong murmured softly, adding fuel to the fire, "If you're scared, just admit it. No need for excuses."
Instantly, Chen Han's face twisted in a spectrum of colors, displaying a range of emotions.
Xie Qinghan sheathed his sword.
Zhu Dongfeng wore a black robe embroidered with gold. His hair, dark as the night, was tied up high with a white jade crown. His features were refined and elegant, his demeanor handsome and spirited. He stood with the grace of a noble orchid, exuding an air of sophistication and transcendence.
Finally, he spoke, "It is said that a few days ago, Jian Fangjun and Wen Xueya had a conflict with Chen Yue. Do you know how he died?"
Xie Qinghan replied, "I do not."
Chen Han pointed at Wen Xueya, "Three days ago, someone saw you two near the medicinal spring. If it wasn't Juan Fangjun, then it must be Wen Xueya who killed him."
Whether it was Xie Qinghan or Wen Xueya, one of them had to be blamed.
Wen Xueya's fingers twitched slightly in his sleeve, his breath shallow.
If Xie Qinghan wanted to harm him, now is the best opportunity, he will definitely die.
But he was puzzled; if Xie Qinghan had been at the warm spring that day, how could he have missed him?
Could it be... Xie Qinghan was He Mian?
Unexpectedly, Xie Qinghan let out a scornful laugh and mocked, "Are you serious, Peak Master Chen? You're saying that one of our weak and inferior disciples, who doesn't even have the strength to lift a bone, killed your top disciple? How ridiculous is that?"
His words were full of disdain for Wen Xueya.
Wen Xueya's eyes widened in surprise.
He had indeed been mistaken. How could He Mian, who was so good-hearted, be as sharp-tongued and unpleasant as Xie Qinghan?
Chen Han, provoked by Xie Qinghan's words, furiously turned to Zhu Dongfeng, "Yue'er has always been an obedient and diligent child, focused on his cultivation and never causing trouble. Now he has died tragically. I implore the Sect Leader to give him justice! Please expel Wen Xueya from the sect!"
Luo Yining, seeing Chen Han slander Wen Xueya in such a manner, flushed with anger. In a moment of impulsiveness, she blurted out, "Old dog..."
Before she could finish saying "thief," Luo Heming cast a silencing spell on her, making her eyes widen like a pufferfish.
Xiao Jinghuan said, "You know very well what kind of disciple you have. Secret dealings, coercing others with spirit stones and artifacts—how many disciples have suffered under him? As his master, have you not heard of any of these things?"
Hearing the different voices around him growing,Chen Han's face turned red with embarrassment .
Zhu Dongfeng said, "This matter will be investigated by the Disciplinary Office. Jian Fangjun , how do you suggest we handle Wen Xueya?"
Luo Yining's face turned red with anger at Chen Han's slander of Wen Xueya.
Xie Qinghan glanced at Wen Xueya and said: "Wen Xueya relied on his beauty to commit crimes and bewitched disciples, his heart is not righteous. Take him away, give him ten lashes as punishment, to deter others from following in his footsteps."
Zhu Dongfeng said, "Approved. That will be all for today."
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