Chapter 706: Wuxia: Even Archrivals Can Become Lovers 40

Lei Zhe still wanted to say something, but a few friends nearby hurriedly pulled him to advise, "Don't say more, this isn't our turf."

"Yeah, today we've all gathered here, isn't it just to discuss how to deal with the Earth Evil Palace? Why must we cause internal strife?"

Lei Zhe was being pulled, and he did calm down a bit, but he couldn't lose face; he sat down and snorted coldly, "Respecting teachers and valuing the Dao—you're not even an elder of my Profound Thunder Hall, yet you dare?"

Swish—

He had just finished speaking when he saw the sword blade flash, pressing against his throat; his body froze, and as he glanced at the hilt, he realized it was Mu Huaizhi, who had moved without him noticing.

"Mu… Mu senior brother?"

"Cause trouble again, and get out."

Mu Huaizhi's voice was extremely cold.

"I…"

Lei Zhe really didn't know how he had provoked this person.

He had indeed experienced Mu Huaizhi's fierceness before.

Back when he came to the Heaven Sword Alliance for an exchange study, this eldest senior brother had scolded him so badly he couldn't get up for half a month.

After giving them a cold stare for several seconds, Mu Huaizhi sheathed his sword and swept his gaze over the frightened crowd.

"No internal strife within the Heaven Sword Alliance; if anyone offends again, they will be expelled outright."

The disciples of the Heaven Sword Alliance were the first to rise and salute, followed by the other sect disciples and followers who had reacted.

Mu Huaizhi withdrew his gaze, flicked his sleeve, and left.

Fu Zhiyuan stroked his chin, jabbing his shoulder at Fang Xun, "Don't you feel that senior brother has been easily angered these days?"

Fang Xun was eating green grapes; hearing this, he lifted his eyes, glanced, and nodded, "Without Jin Chen, this is lovesickness."

Whenever he mentioned this person, Fu Zhiyuan couldn't help but think of how furious his father would be if he found out.

He sighed, worried.

"All right, don't worry too much; things will work out when the time comes—maybe by that day Jin Chen will have a solution."

Fang Xun shoved a bunch of green grapes into his hand, "What we should worry about now is how to find that impostor of you."

Fu Zhiyuan sighed again, more worried.

Obviously, the discussion of the plan couldn't be finished in a day or two; all the sects and younger generation who came to participate were staying at the Heaven Sword Alliance, making it extraordinarily lively for a time.

Mu Huaizhi also had many more disciples to train each day, and he had to participate in the elders' discussions; as he grew busy, his longing faded somewhat.

On the sixth day after returning to the Heaven Sword Alliance.

The disciples from all sects were doing their lessons and training as usual; Mu Huaizhi leaned against a pillar, arms around his sword, watching with a cold expression.

"Eldest senior brother, someone has barged in through the Main Gate; I don't know which sect they're from, but they said… to come report to you."

Mu Huaizhi's eyes lit up a little, but he didn't dare hope too much; he merely nodded restrainedly and walked toward the Main Gate on the mountain.

The person who came to report was a bit puzzled, scratched his head, and followed along.

He had never seen the eldest senior brother this agitated before.

"Oh come on, I said, brother, don't be so stiff—I know your eldest senior brother."

"Sorry, lately the rules are strict; the alliance leader has ordered that anyone entering or leaving the Heaven Sword Alliance must register their sect."

The gatekeeper disciple repeated for the eighth time.

Jin Chen: "…"

I'm afraid if I say it out loud I'll scare you to death!

If it weren't for fearing that the alliance leader old man would give me a bad first impression and not allow me to be with Mu Huaizhi, I would have charged in already!

Jin Chen silently complained, arms crossed, leaning against a large stone nearby, thinking of a plan.

"Forget it, forget it, you Heaven Sword Alliance folks are just a bunch of petty sticklers."

He waved his hand, intending to first find a place to rest his feet, then wait for Mu Huaizhi to come over.

Thus, when Mu Huaizhi just arrived, what he saw were a few disciples blocking the formation's Main Gate, and Jin Chen already walking down a stretch of the path.

His heart gave a jolt; he quickly used lightness skill to chase after, landing behind Jin Chen, "Where are you going?"

"Huh?"

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, looked along his arm, immediately smiled, and with his other hand ruffled his hair, "You came so fast…"

Before his words even finished, a warm body lunged into his embrace.

"Just arrived and you're leaving—you don't want to see me…"

His voice no longer carried the earlier cold sternness; it was a muffled, aggrieved tone.

"No way, these few people won't let me in; seeing the sky about to pour, I thought I'd come back later."

Jin Chen held him tight and kissed his cheek, "How could I not want to? I think of you day and night, Huaizhi—don't wrongly accuse me."

Upon smelling the familiar sandalwood, Mu Huaizhi finally felt it real; hearing Jin Chen's words, he let out a muffled grunt and buried his face, refusing to lift his head.

"Then why didn't you come early like Jiang Zhu?"

I was preparing your gift.

Gift.

Mu Huaizhi lifted his gaze to him, his slightly reddened eye sockets scanning his body, lingering on his back, where something was wrapped in cloth, appearing like a sword.

He lightly tapped Jin Chen's shoulder with a fist, "I have the Jade Hilt Dragon; I have no need for another sword."

This isn't a sword, it's something else.

Jin Chen took it down, about to unpack it, but glanced at the few gatekeeper disciples turned to stone, and gave a light cough.

Mu Huaizhi immediately turned to look, his eyes slightly cold.

From now on, when he comes, no one is allowed to block him.

"Yes…"

They were shocked in their hearts, secretly thinking it was fortunate they hadn't forcibly driven people away.

This person not only knows their senior martial brother, but looks like their relationship is… very deep!

When facing Jin Chen again, Mu Huaizhi's tone softened a bit, letting him embrace her waist as she softly said, "Go to my courtyard to have another look."

"Okay."

Watching the two go up the mountain, several disciples stared at each other, their mouths hanging open for a long time.

Heavens… could this person be their senior martial brother's future partner!?

The distance from the mountain gate to the courtyard is not short; along the way, whenever they saw Mu Huaizhi's disciples—even if they weren't from the Heaven Sword Alliance—they would bow and salute.

Entering the courtyard, Jin Chen teased while also putting on a show of performing a salute, "Senior Martial Brother Mu, you look so imposing."

Mu Huaizhi's face flushed slightly, knowing he was teasing, "Improper."

Jin Chen laughed, casually sat down, placed the cloth bundle beside the table, saw him pour tea, then naturally pulled him into an embrace, saying, "Don't busy yourself, let me hug you."

Mu Huaizhi's face flushed as he stirred, then finally settled quietly, like a kitten obediently curling in the embrace, his cheek resting against the neck, gently rubbing to ease the longing of these days.

"You said seven days, and you really only came after seven days."

He put down the teacup, embraced Jin Chen's neck, his tone a bit aggrieved, "Jiang Zhu said that at Not Seeing Spring there are many people attending to you; perhaps you're happily forgetting Shu."

"Wronged, why are you listening to that brat's nonsense?"

Jin Chen protested, his fingers lightly stroking the back of the person's neck in his embrace, pointing at the cloth bundle and saying, "I prepared a gift for you, but I rushed to finish it within seven days."

"Not to mention the attendants, I haven't even left the main gate of Not Seeing Spring."

Jin Chen lightly pinched Mu Huaizhi's nose tip, whispering in his ear, his tone fierce yet soft.

"Well, Mu Huaizhi, you don't trust me at all."

"I don't!"

Mu Huaizhi, having his nose pinched by him, spoke with a muffled voice, "I merely… missed you so much."

He really isn't good at sweet talk, so he could only express his feelings.

After saying that, his own ear tips turned red first.

"That day Jiang Zhu came, I originally thought you were also there… but you didn't come, and I waited several more days…"