Waiting for you online - - - Chapter 49

Chapter 49

After Song Zi Heng had bathed, changed his clothes, and wiped himself down for a long time, he still suspected that the smell of dog urine lingered on him, and he asked, “Xiao Jiu, does big brother still smell?”

Song Zi Xiao looked at him with his cheek in his mouth, “Yes, there’s an orchid scent.”

“Am I smelly?”

“Smells good, big brother has always smelled good.”

“That’s good.” Song Zi Heng sighed in relief, “Did you get yourself clean?”

“Mmm.”

“Come, let big brother take a look.” Song Zi Heng took a towel and wiped his younger brother’s hair, wrinkling up his nose and sniffing, “Hmm, you seemed really clean.”

Song Zi Xiao looked up at Song Zi Heng, “Big brother, have you kissed before?”

Song Zi Heng looked at him askance, “What kind of nonsense is going on in your little head?”

“Have you ever kissed?”

“I’m not married, of course not.”

“Second brother is not married either, but he has been to a brothel.”

“A cultivator should not indulge in lust. Whether it is lust for material things, food, victory or defeat, or lust for sex. A human’s lust is a bottomless pit that can never be filled. One must cultivate one’s body and, more importantly, one’s heart.”

Song Zi Xiao slowly revealed a smile, “Worthy of being a big brother.”

“But today …”

“I stopped you today for your own good, lest she wavers your heart of Dao.”

“I was anxious to save people. How can I think of those irrelevant things? You really aren’t sensible.” Song Zi Heng rebuked.

“I just don’t want big brother to kiss her. What if you kiss her and you keep thinking about her? Even if you don’t think about her, what if she keeps thinking of you?”

“Where did you learn so much nonsense?”

“You taught me.”

“I didn’t teach you that.”

“You did.”

Song Zi Heng scolded jokingly, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Song Zi Xiao stole a glance at Song Zi Heng’s always red lips and a strange emotion arose in his heart.

How strange, why do people kiss? What does it really feel like to kiss?

“Alright, let’s go. Let’s go see Chen Xing Yong.”

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Today’s events had already caused an uproar in Yan City. Three people had drowned in the inn, and to avoid friction with the local Guardian Immortal Sect, Xu Zhi Nan left two disciples to take care of the aftermath, while the others took the captives of the Lion Alliance and left first, finding an abandoned Taoist temple nearby to settle down.

When Chen Xing Yong woke up, although his face was as pale as dirt, he looked a little provocative.

Song Zi Heng stared at Chen Xing Yong, “Chen Xing Yong, you have done so much evil, you have lost your humanity, and now you are dying, yet you have no remorse?”

Chen Xing Yong laughed, “If I show remorse and cry for mercy, will Your Highness let me go?” Chen Xing Yong had a clear face, a pale complexion, and a hint of femininity in his speech.

Contrary to the Chunyang Sect, the founding ancestor of the Cangyu Sect was a female cultivator who practiced the most yin and cold based techniques, and men who practiced this path would be increasingly lacking in masculine energy.

“Shameless!”

Song Zi Xiao said, “Big brother, why do you need to talk nonsense with such a lowly person? He will not easily reveal the buyer behind the curtain, so why not just use torture?”

Xu Zhi Nan said in a cold voice, “Chen Xing Yong, you have stolen cores and killed people. You have committed many crimes, you are not worthy of death. If you want a quick death, then answer our questions honestly, otherwise, there are people who are itching to skin you and pull out your tendons.”

“Xu Zhen Ren, I have no enmity with you, why are you pursuing me so hard?” Chen Xing Yong said frivolously, “Let me guess, you want Gong Shu Ju too, right?”

“You are a scum of the immortal world that everyone will kill. As a centuries-old immortal sect, I, the Chunyang Sect, need no reasons to eliminate harm for the people and support the righteous path.”

“In that case, you don’t want Gong Shu Ju?” Chen Xing Yong’s tone was full of mockery.

Song Zi Xiao also looked at Xu Zhi Nan. Despite his big brother telling him not to judge others by himself, he still did not believe that someone would be completely unselfish about such a powerful magical weapon.

Xu Zhi Nan took out an unattractive, ancient wooden ruler from his Qiankun pouch, “I will look after this magical weapon for you, and when the Flying Plume Ambassador arrives, I will hand Gong Shu Ju and you, the traitor of the Cangyu Sect, over to her together.”

Hearing the words “Flying Plume Ambassador”, a hint of fear finally flashed across Chen Xing Yong’s face.

“However, before that, you must tell us what you know. I have always acted openly and honestly in the Chunyang Sect, but when dealing with beasts like you, there is no need to talk about the ways of a gentleman.”

Song Zi Xiao suddenly stood up from his chair, paced in front of Chen Xing Yong, and kicked him in the face.

Chen Xing Yong flew backwards and hit the wall, blood gushing out from his mouth and nose.

Song Zi Heng frowned slightly.

“Do you still remember three years ago in Gutuo Town, when you almost killed me and my big brother?” Song Zi Xiao’s boyish face looked very gloomy at this moment, “You wanted my core. You think you’re worthy of it?”

Chen Xing Yong spat out the blood in his mouth and did not say a word.

“You are afraid of Flying Plume Ambassador Qi Meng Sheng? Why?” Song Zi Xiao smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, “You don’t think I’m worthy of your fear?”

Chen Xing Yong stared warily at the pretty teenager in front of him.

“Xiao Jiu, come and sit down.” Song Zi Heng said.

Song Zi Xiao twisted his head to look at Song Zi Heng, “Big brother, let me interrogate him. For the past three years, I have been thinking about how I will take revenge when he falls into my hands one day. I will make him talk.”

“Xiao Jiu, come here.” Song Zi Heng aggravated his tone.

Song Zi Xiao bristled unconvincingly and backed away.

“Chen Xing Yong, I’m asking you.” Song Zi Heng said in a deep voice, “How many people’s golden cores have you dug up in total, where did those golden cores go, and who directed you to attack us in Gutuo Town three years ago?”

Chen Xing Yong said flatly, “If I told you, I would really be dead. Would you tell if you were in my shoes?”

“You are already a dead man, what are you still delusional about?”

Chen Xing Yong laughed twice, “I have to disappoint Your Highness. You can’t take this cheap life of mine just yet, do you know why?”

Song Zi Heng narrowed his eyes.

“Because the Sect Leader’s senior brother of Chunyang Sect, does not dare to kill me.”

Xu Zhi Nan opened his mouth to speak.

“Unless.” Chen Xing Yong laughed, “He doesn’t want his good junior brother’s life anymore.”

Xu Zhi Nan froze and shot to his feet, “What have you done to Yan Zhi?!”

Song Zi Heng was also startled. Cheng Yan Zhi had gone to track down the mysterious man in black and had not returned all night, could he…

Chen Xing Yong laughed out loud.

Song Zi Heng only felt a pale golden shadow flash past his vision, and in the next instant, Xu Zhi Nan was already holding Chen Xing Yong’s neck and pushing the man into the earthen wall. He simultaneously heard the sound of the wall crumbling and Chen Xing Yong’s bones breaking.

Chen Xing Yong gave a short, miserable howl, and his face suddenly lost its color. Droplets of sweat sliding down his forehead.

Xu Zhi Nan said sternly, “Where is my junior brother?!”

Song Zi Heng and Song Zi Xiao both looked astonished. It was the first time they had seen Xu Zhi Nan show his strength. When the inn had flooded previously, they had only thought that the Chunyang Sect disciples were extremely fast at saving people and held their breath underwater for much longer than normal, but it was still surprising to see Xu Zhi Nan’s speed and strength with their own eyes.

People who cultivate are already superhuman in their brawn, and the high-ranking cultivators of the Chunyang Sect were on the verge of being inhuman.

Chen Xing Yong looked at Xu Zhi Nan breathlessly, “Your junior brother may keep his life if I live, otherwise, you’ll just wait to clean him up.” He coughed up blood while revealing a fierce smile, “and not the full corpse.”

Xu Zhi Nan’s forehead was covered in veins, and he secretly tightened his grip on Chen Xing Yong’s neck. He could easily break this neck if he wanted to.

Song Zi Heng came over and said in a calm and reassuring tone, “Brother Xu, let go of him first, we need to know the whereabouts of Cheng Zhen Ren first.”

Xu Zhi Nan slammed Chen Xing Yong to the

ground and gritted his teeth, “Yan Zhi’s cultivation is not bad. He

shouldn’t be easily subjected to others. Chen Xing Yong, if you dare to swindle

me, I will make you neither live nor die*!”

Chen Xing Yong fell to the ground in a state of distress and said, holding back the pain, “One life for another, let me go and your junior brother will naturally return.”

“You are dreaming.”

A disciple of the Chunyang Sect suddenly ran in, “Senior Brother, the Cangyu Sect’s Flying Plume Ambassador has arrived!”

Xu Zhi Nan glanced at Chen Xing Yong, who was cowering on the ground, and said to Song Zi Heng, “Go, go and see Qi Meng Sheng first, and discuss countermeasures together.”

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neither live nor die* [求生不得，求死不能]—utter misery; one hopes for life but

cannot live and one prays to die but cannot die