Chapter 805: Third Uncle Returns

Elder Xinran watched her senior brother's half‑dead state, her anger flaring, yet she could not… act; if she could, she truly wanted to kill the man before her, knowing he was her senior brother, that this body was his, and the person before her was also a part of him, she could not bring herself to strike.

If she killed him, the senior brother would certainly die; this person had already plotted everything, even secured an escape route, precisely to keep her from moving him. I must say, this move is truly formidable—no wonder he's an immortal who has lived for so many years.

Elder Xinran clenched her fist, then finally released it, issuing the final ultimatum.

"Senior brother, your time is short; when the moment comes, even if junior sister does not act, you will die here."

"Junior sister can let you live, provided you tell junior sister everything."

The eyes‑closed Lingjian Zhenren opened his eyes, slowly lifted his head, and stared at Elder Xinran before him.

A smirk curling his lips, Lingjian Zhenren sneered, "Junior sister, you need not threaten me—it's useless. You can't bring yourself to kill me; if I die, he will die too. You wouldn't do that."

"If you want to know the secret, you must let senior brother out. Rest assured, once senior brother leaves, he will not oppose you nor harm you; he guarantees to keep to himself, staying within the Spirit Sword Sect and going nowhere."

"Senior brother, I lost this time; I concede."

"As for conditions, we'll discuss them slowly; eventually we'll reach an agreement."

Lingjian Zhenren wants to go out, to have a respectable way of living, rather than… die here.

Elder Xinran flatly refused, "No, you cannot leave, senior brother; this is my bottom line. You may have anything else, but leaving is impossible."

She cannot suppress or control this senior brother; once she lets him out, he will surely strike back. At that point, Elder Xinran does not wish to become a prisoner beneath the stairs, nor to become the slain soul under this senior brother's sword.

Last time, senior brother spared her; she emerged herself, swapped him back in. Senior brother cannot repeat the same mistake.

Both know each other too well; they cannot release the tiger back to the mountain.

The same pit cannot be fallen into a second time.

"Junior sister, it seems we cannot continue the conversation."

Lingjian Zhenren closed his eyes, again refusing to speak; he will not reveal anything.

Elder Xinran, seeing this, was furious, raised her hand, but ultimately lowered it.

"Hmph, senior brother, you will ultimately fall here."

She turned and left.

Lingjian Zhenren gazed at Elder Xinran's silhouette, a smile curling his lips.

"Junior sister, you will soon regret it; the Heavenly Heart Old Ghost is not so easy to deal with. He, you see, is playing a grand chess game."

"You, I, and they are all pieces on the board."

…

Inside the Spirit Sword Sect.

Ming Jianzi looked at the ill‑tempered uncle and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"Your master has angered me; he surely knows something but refuses to tell me. Ming Jianzi, investigate the Heavenly Heart Sect; I have a feeling the Heavenly Heart Sect has a trap. The Heavenly Heart Old Ghost is not so easy to compromise."

"Be careful; the Heavenly Heart Sect may have some conspiracy."

Ming Jianzi heard this and his complexion turned grim.

Seeing his uncle's expression, he knew the uncle was not joking; if true, this operation could be very dangerous.

To eradicate the Heavenly Heart Sect, the Spirit Sword Sect mobilized at least half its members; if these people die, their vital energy will be severely damaged.

They cannot bear the consequences.

They must proceed with utmost caution.

"Uncle, rest assured, I will go investigate right away."

Elder Xinran still could not be at ease, so she directly consulted Qi Ruohua of the Great Qi Dynasty; regarding this matter, Qi Ruohua should know something.

At the same time, she also notified the Yin Gui Sect, asking them to investigate as well, lest they fall into the Heavenly Heart Old Ghost's trap.

Longshe Shan.

A new guest arrived, one not seen for a long time.

Third Uncle Chen Shen returned once more; upon entering Longshe Shan, his first move was to seek Liu Yuer, the woman he cherishes and loves most. As for his nephew Chen Chuyang, he could wait; he's not that important.

Liu Yuer saw the man before her, standing there, smiling brightly at her, her eyes full of tenderness.

Liu Yuer set aside her current task, quickly washed her hands, and stood before Third Uncle Chen Shen, her gaze entirely on him.

The two locked eyes, looking at each other; in their eyes and hearts, they saw only the other.

It cannot accommodate any person, nor any other scenery.

Dragon Tooth Rice seedlings sprouted, verdant and swaying in the wind, producing a rustling sound.

They kept gazing at each other for a full quarter of an hour.

Liu Yuer suddenly realized, hurriedly pulling Third Uncle Chen Shen back, for they could not stay outside.

After entering the room, Third Uncle Chen Shen teased, "Yuer, even if you miss me, you can't be so impatient, can you? If Qian'er sees you, you'll be… embarrassed."

Liu Yuer rolled her eyes at the man and chided, "What are you thinking? I only asked you to come back for water."

Speaking that way, she produced a bottle of spirit fruit wine she had long treasured, reluctant to drink, deliberately set aside for Third Uncle Chen Shen. It was a gift from Shang Hongxue, and she also earned a share of the credit; good things naturally belong to her as well.

Third Uncle Chen Shen took one look, immediately drank a cup, and let out a contented groan.

"Comfortable."

"Yuer, even I don't have spirit fruit wine of this grade; where did you get it?"

This is a fine thing—a whole jar of spirit fruit wine, not a small amount.

Liu Yuer poured him a drink and poured herself a cup; this spirit fruit wine was meant for this moment. The two sat together to savor it, for only then does it feel right and taste good.

"It was given to me by Hongxue; I've kept it, deliberately set aside for you."

Liu Yuer took a sip, her face flushed crimson, and softly said, "Qian'er moved to the Pill Refining Hall; I've been living alone during this time, and she basically won't return."

"Chen Shen, you and I can… let go; no need to worry about Qian'er returning."

Chen Shen heard this, immediately stood up, excitedly asking, "Really? Yuer, is what you said true? Did Qian'er really move away? From now on, will you live alone?"

"Hmm." Liu Yuer's face remained flushed, her eyes dazed.

Chen Shen walked to Liu Yuer's side, bent over, lifted the woman into his arms, pointed his finger at the big door, and the door closed.

Formation, activate, so as not to be disturbed.

"Yu'er, have you missed me during this time?"

"Hmm." Liu Yuer lay on Chen Shen's chest, feeling the man's aura; a scent she hadn't inhaled for a long time, which both fascinated her and made her fond of it.

Under the effect of the wine, the two slipped into a haze.

Inside the room, the music of cultivation soon sounded.

On the mountain.

Shang Hongxue turned around, chuckled, "Brother Chuyang, as soon as Third Uncle returned he went looking for Aunt Yu'er; it seems Third Uncle needs to vent his fire."

"You, such words shouldn't be said in front of Third Uncle; he'd be very embarrassed."

"I know."

Shang Hongxue laughed, "But I didn't expect Aunt Yu'er to be so anxious, even more so than Third Uncle, tsk tsk tsk."

Chen Chuyang smiled, offering no comment; they say that at thirty one is like a wolf, at forty like a tiger, at fifty one can draw soil while seated; even if Liu Yuer becomes a cultivator later, it will still be so, unchangeable.