The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

It seemed like the Immortal Shen himself.

Ming Tan’s cheeks turned slightly red as he took out a book from his bosom. The book had been with him for quite some time, its pages now yellowed, and some of the words had become blurry.

But he opened the book as if it were a treasure and skillfully found the page about Shen Liuxiang, the 73rd generation disciple of Qingling Sect.

According to the text, this disciple had astonishing talent. Not only was his ability in spell cultivation far superior to his peers, but he also possessed rare talents in pill refining, archery, and music.

He had once recognized thousands of spirit herbs in a single night, and casually refined spirit pills that were extraordinary. Unfortunately, his aspirations did not lie in this area.

There was also a record of him shooting an arrow from a thousand miles away, breaking a strand of green hair of Daoist Wuyuan. After being punished by kneeling, he never touched a bow and arrow again.

Ming Tan blushed and silently read the familiar passage a few more times.

He had heard that the Immortal Shen wouldn’t come, which made him feel regretful for a long time. Yesterday, when he saw Shen Liu Liu by the training ground, he noticed his rare temperament, and that raised his doubts. Now, witnessing this scene, he was immediately sure that this seemingly ordinary-looking young man was Shen Liuxiang himself.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

He really wanted to go up and say hello. He wondered if the Immortal Shen still remembered him!

Ming Tan’s breath quickened as he closed the book and carefully placed it back into his inner clothing pocket. He glanced at the Undying Phoenix.

In that case, he would assist the Immortal Shen.

Ming Tan’s fingers moved slightly, and a dark mist drifted into the air.

“Quick, look, what’s that?!” someone exclaimed.

In mid-air, a fog appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the Undying Phoenix, forming a black, muddy-like mass that changed shape continuously. Finally, it settled into a sinister and eerie laughing face before swiftly flying towards the distance and disappearing.

Shen Liuxiang put down his bow and looked around with confusion.

Ming Tan quickly concealed his presence.

The Immortal Shen didn’t need to know that it was him. Just remembering his kind smile would be enough.

Inside the training ground, the crowd was startled by the strange laughing face formed by the black mist, and a chilling wind blew through, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

Shen Liuxiang returned the bow to the fallen Xiyang Sect disciple and intended to leave.

“Releasing my spiritual creature and you still want to escape?!” A dragon roar sounded from behind, and a cold arrow shot through the air.

Shen Liuxiang’s figure flickered, barely avoiding it. The Piercing Cloud Arrow hit a large tree, and in the blink of an eye, the thick trunk was cut in half and crashed to the ground.

Jin Dieshang’s face turned ironclad. “You’re lucky.”

He quickly grabbed another silver arrow and prepared to shoot the person who had angered him.

Shen Liuxiang turned around and sneered, “You think you can compete with just that? Shooting a Golden Core cultivator’s head from a thousand miles away? Maybe I should teach you a few moves.”

Jin Dieshang was trembling with anger, and his hand holding the bow was shaking. Inadvertently, the Piercing Cloud Arrow was released again.

As expected, this time Shen Liuxiang stood in place without moving at all, and the silver arrow whizzed past him from several zhang away.

If this arrow posed a threat, it was only to Shen Liuxiang’s black hair swaying lightly.

“Just like that.”

Shen Liuxiang raised his thumb, then turned his wrist, pointing his fingertip downward.

And then, he disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Jin Dieshang couldn’t bear such humiliation and angrily threw down his Dragon Cry Bow, saying, “Find him for me! I want to break his hand!”

Shen Liuxiang’s hand hurt all day. He had never touched a bow and arrow before and wanted to give it a try. Unexpectedly, when he held the bow and knocked the arrow, he felt like he had divine assistance. But the aftereffect was not pleasant. His hand was sore, and his arm felt tired, and he didn’t want to move.

At night, as drowsiness approached, Shen Liuxiang yawned and realized that his disciple didn’t come to kiss his forehead tonight. He felt a little uncomfortable.

He turned and rolled in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep, wrapped in the quilt.

…

Zhou Xuanlan woke up, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar room, and he stood there in a daze for a while. His memory stopped at hugging his Master, and then… Zhou Xuanlan rubbed his forehead; he couldn’t remember anything afterward.

There was movement at the door, and he put on his clothes and opened it.

A pair of clear and bright eyes looked at him, and Zhou Xuanlan blinked at the sight. His heart moved slightly, and he subconsciously called out, “Master.”

The other party nodded immediately and approached him.

In an instant, soft lips touched his forehead, carrying a teasing warmth, leaving a kiss on his forehead.

Zhou Xuanlan froze.

What was his Master doing?

“After kissing you first, you mustn’t be clingy at the banquet tonight, let alone get too close,” Shen Liuxiang said, seeing his disciple’s dumbfounded expression. He reached out and pinched his cheek, saying, “Do you understand?”

Zhou Xuanlan pursed his lips and didn’t speak.

Shen Liuxiang furrowed his brows in confusion. In his line of sight, his disciple’s handsome face tensed up. After hesitating for a while, he dryly said, “This behavior is inappropriate, please, Master, restrain yourself.”

“Huh?”

Shen Liuxiang felt like hitting his disciple.

However, before he could take action, the disciples from the Sword Sect arrived and invited them to the Bone-Washing Spring.

This spring was exclusive to the Sword Sect and was rich in spiritual energy. Cultivating in the pool could yield ten times the effect of cultivation outside. More importantly, the water in the Bone-Washing Spring had the effect of healing injuries. Soaking in the water for a while could heal all physical wounds.

The disciples of Qingling Sect followed suit, and at the entrance, the Sword Sect disciples registered and issued a card to each person.

When it was Shen Liuxiang’s turn, the disciples responsible for registration recognized him and looked at each other. After discussing for a while, one of them said, “The outer pool is crowded with people. If we let Shen Liu Liu go, I’m afraid…”

“It’s a bit inappropriate. The Master seems to admire him, and we should let him remain pure. If he takes off his outer robe and stands back-to-back with those disciples, getting crowded together, it won’t be appropriate.”

“Then let’s give him the inner pool card.”

The others nodded in agreement and handed the card to Shen Liuxiang. “This is the inner pool card, exclusively for elders, Immortal Lords, and others within the sect.”

Shen Liuxiang raised an eyebrow. “Am I looking more obedient? Why should it be special?”

The disciples chorused, “All for the sake of our Master!”

Shen Liuxiang: “…”

He entered the inner pool area and found the pool corresponding to his card number. He took off his outer robe, untied his hairband, and wore only a single shirt as he entered the spring.

The disciple who had given him the card had reminded him that even if his body was not currently injured, he might still feel pain in the spring.

The Bone-Washing Spring could unearth all the injuries he had ever suffered. Even if they had already healed, they would be treated again.

Almost everyone who entered the Bone-Washing Spring would feel pain, but Shen Liuxiang was soaking in the spring without any discomfort. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting his body to be in such good condition, without any old ailments.

In the center of the pool, there was a stone that could be leaned against while soaking in the hot spring. He glanced at it and walked towards the center of the pool.

As he approached, his moistened fair fingers extended towards the cool stone, about to touch it, but suddenly his fingertips trembled.

Shen Liuxiang widened his eyes slightly, and a sharp pain instantly swept through his body.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. The part of his waist, legs, and feet that were submerged in the spring, as well as the part standing at the bottom, felt like they were being pricked by countless small needles or bitten by innumerable tiny insects, causing every nerve in his body to tighten instantly.

Shen Liuxiang’s face turned extremely pale, and he wanted to step out of the spring, but his body seemed to be unresponsive, firmly fixed in place.

In a daze, he felt like he was going to be tortured to death in the spring.

His stiff fingers moved, and Shen Liuxiang performed a very simple spell.

A flash of light passed through the jade pendant placed among his clothes on the shore.

The pool was spacious, and the white mist floated like a sea of clouds. In this tranquil space, the only clear sound was the gurgling of the spring water.

As for Zhou Xuanlan, who had been summoned here half-undressed, he looked puzzled as he stood by the pool.

However, his dark eyes suddenly sank.

Shen Liuxiang wore only a single robe, soaked in the spring water, sticking wetly to his body, outlining the slender curves of his young figure, including his slender waist and dark hair partially submerged in the clear water.

At this moment, a drop of water mixed with blood fell from his chin.

“Drip—”

The crimson color spread out from him in the pool.

Zhou Xuanlan looked at the gradually reddening shirt, and suddenly realized something. He jumped into the pool, making a splash, and hurried to Shen Liuxiang’s side.

Shen Liuxiang was in pain, his whole body trembling. When he saw Zhou Xuanlan appearing in front of him, he struggled to raise his hand and placed it on Zhou Xuanlan’s shoulder.

His lips turned deathly pale, and he shuddered as he said, “Take… take me out of the pool.”

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes and stared at Shen Liuxiang for a while. Then he took a step forward, reaching out to support Shen Liuxiang’s waist and guiding him into his broad embrace.

“Master, you probably have some serious old injuries.” His deep and gentle voice was soft as he continued, “Lean on your disciple and endure a bit. The Bone-Washing Spring is healing your wounds.”

Zhou Xuanlan had never seen such a scene before.

Every inch of Shen Liuxiang’s skin submerged in the spring water was bleeding.

Normally, even if a person had numerous injuries all over their body, there should still be some intact areas. But it was strange that there was not a single spot of undamaged skin on his Master’s body.

“I told you to take me out of here.” Shen Liuxiang was in so much pain that he was about to lose his composure.

His fingers tightened, and his nails deeply embedded into Zhou Xuanlan’s shoulder. With a trembling voice, he repeated, “Take me out of the water.”

Zhou Xuanlan’s eyelids drooped, and he gazed at Shen Liuxiang’s exposed skin in the spring. Under the cleansing water, countless red dots appeared.

Darkness filled his eyes.

What kind of injury could lead to such severe consequences?

Zhou Xuanlan was ruthless, with one hand firmly wrapping around Shen Liuxiang’s supple waist, pulling him close in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he gently pressed Shen Liuxiang’s head against his own shoulder and then sank both of them into the springwater.

In an instant, Shen Liuxiang’s upper body, which was previously exposed above the water surface, was completely submerged, causing the blood-red color around him to intensify several times.

His long lashes quivered in the water, and his pale fingertips, separated by the fabric, fiercely dug into Zhou Xuanlan’s flesh.

The pain throughout his entire body made Shen Liuxiang’s mind almost collapse.

The large pool turned crimson.

Shen Liuxiang struggled desperately, causing ripples on the water’s surface.

Exhausted, he curled up in Zhou Xuanlan’s arms, trembling uncontrollably. He buried his head in Zhou Xuanlan’s neck, found a patch of flesh, and bit down with full resentment.

His tongue tasted the blood.

His eyes became even redder.

Time seemed to pass without end, and the pool eventually returned to tranquility.

The gushing spring water refreshed the once crimson pool, and the white mist formed by condensed spiritual energy floated above it. The water became crystal clear.

Splash!

Zhou Xuanlan emerged from the water.

His robe was torn apart, and his long hair was in a messy state. Water droplets glistened and rolled down his hair. On the side of his neck, there were crisscrossed deep bite marks, bloody and frightening.

As for the young man who was curled up in his embrace, his black eyelashes lightly drooped, and his lips returned to their rosy color.

With wet hair tangled between them, his serene face already appeared to be deeply asleep.

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes, and his gaze swept inch by inch over Shen Liuxiang’s face.

From the water-misted eyelashes to the delicate and fair nose, finally stopping on those moistened lips. For a brief moment, he seemed to be captivated, tempted to lean down and kiss them.

To see if those lips were as soft as he had imagined.

However, it was just a fleeting moment.

Zhou Xuanlan quickly regained clarity in his eyes. He took out a robe from his storage bag and draped it over the young man’s slender body, then carried him out of the Bone-Washing spring pool.