Chapter 35: Sister-Complex Yang Jian Develops Killing Intent

Journey to the West: Starting by Joining the Chat Group, Main Text Volume, Chapter 35, Sister-Complex Yang Jian Develops Killing Intent. Chang'e discovered the High Silk on the bed in Yang Chan's boudoir, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

What is this object? Why could it stir her spirit and cause her emotions to shift?

Chang'e picked it up and held it in her hand; it felt soft and silky to the touch, just like stroking a cluster of cotton clouds, with not a hint of weight.

This High Silk was, after all, a product of the System, so it was naturally a fine item and not a mundane object.

"This thing is peculiar; it gives one a sense of brightness before the eyes. It doesn't look like Yang Chan's; where did it come from?"

Chang'e wore a thoughtful expression. It was her first time seeing High Silk, but as a woman's intuition, this trinket should belong to the category of silk clothing, meant to be worn on the body.

At this moment, Yang Chan walked into the room carrying freshly made pastries. Seeing the High Silk in Chang'e's hand, her face flushed red, and she could not help but say:

"Sister Chang'e, what are you doing? Why did you run into my room?"

"Just looking around. I didn't expect to discover a good item. Yang Chan, what is this?"

Chang'e shook the High Silk in her hand, her face showing anticipation.

"It seems to be called High Silk!" Yang Chan said slowly.

"High Silk?" After hearing this, Chang'e carefully pondered the name, finding it very fitting.

"What is its function?" Chang'e asked.

Yang Chan shook her head and said, "I don't know either. It should be for looking at, I suppose."

She was not lying about this; she truly did not know what the High Silk was used for.

Xuanzang had not said it was for wearing, either. The High Silk looked overall like some kind of specially made fabric, and Yang Chan herself had not thought much about it.

Chang'e was not satisfied with this answer and asked:

"Yang Chan, you don't even know about your own things? And you say there is no one else outside; this is clearly a special type of silk weave. Tell me quickly who gave it to you."

"There isn't anyone. It was just a gift from a friend while I was traveling. Sister Chang'e, don't guess wildly."

Yang Chan was incredibly embarrassed inside; she went straight over and snatched the High Silk away, not letting Chang'e continue to ask.

"Third Sister!"

At this time, a man's voice came from the peach forest outside the Holy Mother Temple.

The only one who could call Yang Chan "Third Sister" was naturally her second brother, Yang Jian.

"Second Brother." Yang Chan's face showed pleasant surprise.

"Why did Yang Jian come?" Chang'e muttered, not very happy.

In the Heavenly Court, everyone knew Yang Jian was a Cold-Faced Heavenly God, unfeeling and belonging to the Living Yama type; the immortals all avoided him.

Not long after, Yang Chan walked outside.

Not far away, a man wearing a white robe, with a tall, upright figure and a handsome face, walked toward her.

This man had an excellent temperament, with sharp, well-defined facial features. He held a black folding fan in his hand, and his long black hair draped naturally over his shoulders, making him look dashing and elegant.

"Second Brother." Yang Chan said with pleasant surprise, feeling very agitated to see Yang Jian for the first time in hundreds of years.

"Third Sister."

Yang Jian wore a smile; it was a kindness that came from the heart.

"Three Holy Mother, hello!"

Behind Yang Jian, a creature that looked human-like but dog-like grinned.

"Xiaotian Quan!" Yang Chan was amused.

How could there be no Xiaotian Quan where Second Brother was?

One must know that Second Brother and Xiaotian Quan—this man and this dog—had a very deep bond.

"Xiaotian Quan, go play by yourself. Don't disturb me and Third Sister catching up," Yang Jian said.

"No! Master, I want to catch up too," Xiaotian Quan said.

"Fine, Second Brother, let Xiaotian Quan be," Yang Chan said.

"Alright." Yang Jian agreed.

"Third Sister, it seems there is someone in your room."

Yang Jian looked puzzled, and his expression changed.

With his cultivation, he could naturally discover that there was someone else in this Holy Mother Temple besides Yang Chan.

Yang Jian cared for Yang Chan very much; even if he were busy in the Heavenly Court, he would still set aside time to descend to the mortal realm to visit her.

Of course, there was another reason. Yang Chan inherited the temperament of her mother, Yaoji; she was very emotional and easily moved.

This kind of personality was undesirable for a female immortal; one careless move and she would develop mortal desires, violating the Heavenly Law.

At this moment, there was someone in Third Sister's room. On the surface, Yang Jian was calm, but inside, he had developed killing intent, hoping it was not as he had imagined.

Yang Chan's expression froze. Chang'e had not come out because she did not want to see Yang Jian.

She also had not expected that Second Brother would discover someone in her boudoir.

Just as she was about to explain, Chang'e walked out and said coldly:

"Erlang Shen, if you can come to Mount Hua, why can't this immortal?"

"Chang'e Fairy!"

Yang Jian looked surprised; he had never expected that Chang'e would actually come to Mount Hua as well.

He immediately changed his attitude, revealing a genial expression.

"I didn't expect it to be Chang'e Fairy. My apologies, my apologies," Yang Jian said.

"Stop with the pleasantries; it's hypocritical," Chang'e said coldly.

"..." Yang Jian.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Seeing his master being snubbed, Xiaotian Quan, that good dog, could not stand it and barked directly at the air.

"..." Yang Jian was speechless; things were even worse now, and the impression was even poorer.

"Xiaotian Quan, what are you barking for!" Chang'e frowned, her eyes revealing a murderous aura.

"Chang'e Fairy, I am a dog; if I don't bark like a dog, how should I bark?" Xiaotian Quan retorted.

"Xiaotian Quan, show some respect," Yang Jian scolded.

"Sister Chang'e, don't be angry; we are all our own people," Yang Chan also hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

She also did not know why Chang'e had such a poor impression of her second brother, Yang Jian, and she would have to find a time to ask.

Next, Yang Chan brewed a pot of fine tea, a specialty of Mount Hua, and also made pastries.

The few of them sat together drinking tea and discussing the Taoism, talking about what they had seen and heard over these past few hundred years.

As Xiaotian Quan ate the pastries Yang Chan had made, his nose suddenly twitched, as if he had smelled some special scent, so he sniffed to the left and sniffed to the right.

This caused black lines to appear on the forehead of the fastidious Chang'e; this dog must be seriously ill!

"Xiaotian Quan, what is wrong with you again?" Yang Jian asked.

Xiaotian Quan touched his dog nose and said, "Three Holy Mother, is there someone else here? My nose smells the scent of a stranger, and it is a man, and he is especially fragrant!"

"??" Yang Chan.

"!!" Chang'e.

"!!!" Yang Jian.

"How is that possible?" Yang Chan said, her voice involuntarily raising a little.

"My nose possesses the number one sense of smell in the Three Realms; it is impossible for me to have smelled it wrong," Xiaotian Quan said.

Then, Xiaotian Quan zoomed into Yang Chan's room, and subsequently brought out the High Silk, and said to Yang Jian as if showing off:

"Master, it is this thing; there is the scent of a strange man on it, it absolutely cannot be wrong."

For some reason, at this moment, Yang Chan had an urge to silence Xiaotian Quan.

As a dog, Xiaotian Quan instinctively felt a great wave of malice approaching, and his spine turned cold.

Chang'e had long since had her suspicions, but she had not expected Xiaotian Quan to provide the definitive proof now.

Yang Jian appeared calm on the surface and asked warmly:

"Third Sister, what is this object?"

Yang Chan hurriedly explained, and snatched the High Silk from Xiaotian Quan's hand, saying:

"This was a gift from a friend, Second Brother; it is just a friend, please do not overthink it."

"Oh, so it is a friend. Where is he from, what is his name, and when will you introduce him to your second brother?" Yang Jian nodded and asked.

"We only met once, Second Brother," Yang Chan explained.

If she were to say it out loud, she feared Xuanzang might not live to see tomorrow's sun.

"To give such a gift after only one meeting, the other party seems to be a man of passion," Yang Jian said.

In truth, his heart was filled with murderous intent again; he had not expected his third sister to have stirred up mortal feelings after all.

Who was Yang Jian? He had three eyes and had always been accurate in judging people.

Although Yang Chan's explanation was perfect at this moment, she still revealed a flaw.