Chapter 669: Wuxia: Even Archrivals Can Become Lovers 03

The dagger's blade was pressed against his neck, but Jin Chen felt no threat at all; he set down his teacup.

"Mu Huaizhi, you can't beat me right now."

"Nonsense, otherwise why would he bother with a sneak attack?"

Mu Huaizhi gritted his teeth, his tone unpleasant, "But your life gate is your neck, I know."

"Let me go."

"Really... not listening to advice."

Jin Chen snapped his fingers, the door opened with a sound, he also turned cold-faced, "You go, I'm going to Yunshu Town alone, not taking you."

It pissed him off.

Mu Huaizhi's expression changed slightly, "You also want to go to Yunshu Town?"

This person wasn't just rushing earlier, did he not hear the gossip on the street……

"Otherwise, I came here just for fun."

Jin Chen suddenly knocked over the cup, turned his back to bask in the sunlight by the window, closed his eyes and muttered complaints.

"If you go out you'll be hunted; I wonder if you have the luck to make it alive to Yunshu Town."

Mu Huaizhi: "……"

He pursed his lips, a hint of irritation showing between his brows.

Following Jin Chen over, for now it's indeed the best choice.

But having come to this, the stubborn Mu Huaizhi didn't even notice Jin Chen being awkward; he thought for three seconds, then turned and left.

【Heh, Main God is still leaving.】

0731 Schadenfreude.

Mu Huaizhi had just stepped out when he faintly heard voices from the lobby downstairs, all discussing the strange affairs of Yunshu Town, and… the Heaven Sword Alliance's wanted notice.

He went downstairs and hid in a corner, listening to the people at the table recite the contents of the wanted notice.

"Heaven Sword Alliance top-grade wanted notice: Alliance member Mu Huaizhi practices evil arts, wantonly harms innocents, betrays the sect, all in the jianghu may execute him; if one takes his head, they can exchange it for a thousand taels of silver at the Heaven Sword Alliance! Plus martial arts secret arts!"

The person grew more astonished as he read, staring at the person in the portrait in disbelief, "Mu Huaizhi! Isn't he the leader of the Four Gentlemen of the Jianghu sealed by Bai Xiaosheng?"

That portrait was passed around the lobby, even the waiter came over to look for fun.

Just by peeking, the waiter suddenly noticed a person standing in the corner, thinking he had neglected a guest, hurriedly patted his towel and approached.

"Guest, you……"

Before the waiter could finish speaking, he saw the guest turn away, then a light gauze bamboo hat was placed on.

"Sorry, his face is injured, not suitable to be seen."

Jin Chen laughed while shielding Mu Huaizhi behind him, "Our room is lacking tea."

"Ah! Okay, okay, really sorry."

The waiter recognized the person, the guest who had just booked the heavenly-character-sized room, and silently blamed himself for forgetting to bring tea.

Jin Chen took Mu Huaizhi's hand and went upstairs.

The light gauze hung vertically before the chest, enough to cover the face but not obscure vision.

The room door closed again, Mu Huaizhi felt especially awkward, having been rescued several times by his arch‑rival—what kind of thing is this?

"Come on, let's see where you can go."

Jin Chen snorted coldly, "Mu Huaizhi, you can only obediently stay by my side."

"You did it on purpose."

Mu Huaizhi still spoke coldly, but his tone lacked the previous sharpness.

"Fine, now it's my fault again."

Jin Chen flopped onto the bed like an old master, hands behind his head, "You're really stubborn."

"We'll set out for Yunshu Town tomorrow, don't make a fuss, settle down, Mu Huaizhi."

Mu Huaizhi finally sat cross‑legged by the window, placed the hat properly, and circulated his energy to heal his internal injuries.

The contents of the wanted notice kept revolving in his mind like a spell that wouldn't dissipate.

He frowned tightly, suppressed the turbid qi in his chest, and forced himself to empty his thoughts.

Healing internal injuries can't be done overnight; fortunately, Jin Chen had already helped him repair his meridians earlier, so his true qi wouldn't scatter.

Mu Huaizhi's expression improved considerably.

But……

He lowered his gaze, glanced at his empty left hand.

Calluses still remained on the hand that once held a sword, yet the blade that had accompanied him for over a decade was not by his side.

Jade Hilt Dragon, the Number One Sword under Heaven.

Made with a hundred‑year‑old black jade hilt, its ring resounds like a dragon's roar.

When the Alliance Chief handed him the sword, he once said he hoped he would have no other thoughts and wholeheartedly assist Fu Zhiyuan.

But now the one harboring ill intentions is Fu Zhiyuan.

Even the Alliance Lord in seclusion doesn't know, his adopted son has already rotted to the core.

How laughable—when Fu Zhiyuan seized the sword, he said just this person and this sword made him wary for over a decade, wary that he would take away his future position as Alliance Lord.

But Fu Zhiyuan never realized that, before picking him up, he himself had been the destined future Alliance Lord, taken in by the Alliance Lord from childhood as the sole disciple.

When the Alliance Lord picked up Fu Zhiyuan, he was already eight, understood everything, and even so had never harbored any extra thoughts.

Who would have thought it would come to this.

His thoughts twisted a thousand times, Mu Huaizhi felt his emotions threatening to trap him, his true qi seeming to stagnate.

Suddenly, a touch on his cheek brought Mu Huaizhi back to awareness, and he snapped his eyes open.

He suddenly slapped away Jin Chen's hand, "What are you doing?"

His eyes showed surprise.

He hadn't even noticed this person approaching!

"Look, you're practicing cultivation to the point of going into deviation—you can't even hear your name being called—I have no choice but to resort to this."

Jin Chen rubbed his fingertips and teased, "The feel is still pretty good."

"Jin Chen! Scoundrel!"

Mu Huaizhi's thanks that he was about to say were swallowed back, and he stared at the frivolous man.

"Scoundrel?"

Jin Chen suddenly took up the conversation, his tone rising, his alluring peach-blossom eyes seeming to hold rippling spring water; taking advantage of his awkward posture, he grabbed both arms and pressed them against the window.

"Mu Huaizhi, I am indeed a member of the Demonic Sect; if you keep saying that, I will indeed live up to this scoundrel reputation."

He lowered his posture, his nose almost touching hers, his sandalwood scent and icy aura pressing toward Mu Huaizhi.

Mu Huaizhi's breathing went awry, his face flushing red.

"Scoundrel! I'll kill you!"

"Behave yourself, stop shouting about fighting and killing all day—we're mortal enemies; I know you want to kill me, no need to keep saying it."

Jin Chen continued to provoke; saying that out loud added a different nuance. As he was admiring the beauty's anger, he heard footsteps outside.

Mu Huaizhi instinctively reached for his bamboo hat, but Jin Chen grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly.

The door was knocked.

"Who's out there?!"

Jin Chen asked.

"It's me, sorry, sir; members of the Heaven Sword Alliance have come to check for defectors—may I come in and have a look?"

Mu Huaizhi's struggling motion stopped instantly; he remained still in Jin Chen's arms, merely clenching his fists stubbornly, as if enduring.

Jin Chen shook open the bedcovers and covered Mu Huaizhi with them, then lay down beside him and embraced him, his tone unfriendly.

"Come in… hiss!"

He pressed down on the hand that was randomly pinching the blanket.

The door opened; behind the shop assistant were sword-wielding men, one of whom scanned the room.

"After you're done, get out—do you really think the Heaven Sword Alliance are emperors, acting as if the whole jianghu is yours to push around?"

Jin Chen's tone was irritable, as if his fun had been interrupted.

"Sorry, brother, but the defector is too important; we can't be careless."

The familiar voice made Mu Huaizhi's body stiffen, his killing intent almost uncontrollable.