Double Box Record

Chapitre 44

Chapter Twenty-Six

Shu Jun couldn't help but chuckle: "They're just two juniors in the martial arts world. Young Master Yan is busy with his affairs, why force him so hard? If word gets out, won't it make him a laughingstock among his peers? Zui Xue has always been arrogant, how could she become an accomplice?"

Zui Xue said softly, "Indeed, they are just two unknown figures in the martial arts world. How could they have received your protection? Is Shu Jun such a kind-hearted person?"

He didn't say anything, calmly picked up the teacup, and took another sip, not caring whether it was poisoned or not.

With a thud, Yichun's poison took effect, and she collapsed to the ground unconscious. Yang Shen's face darkened, and he immediately reached for his sword, but Shu Jun said softly, "Put it away, don't be impulsive."

"She's been poisoned, she'll die!" Yang Shen frowned deeply. "We need to get the antidote right away!"

Shu Jun seemed not to hear, resting his chin on his hand and gently tapping the surface with his fingers. Yi Chun's poison had taken effect, but he was completely unaffected, even though he had drunk the tea.

Yang Shen suddenly felt a chill: "Could it be that you were also... by Yan..."

He couldn't continue speaking; his intuition told him that Shu Jun couldn't possibly be a lackey.

Zui Xue turned her face away and said, "You've always been cold and ruthless, caring nothing for anyone's life or death, so naturally you wouldn't care about the lives of these two juniors. Over the years, I've wanted to do something big to get your attention, but I've never been able to find a way. A few days ago, Young Master Yan sent someone to find me. He knows your style perfectly well, and knowing you would definitely come to collect a debt from me, he wanted me to keep those two young people with you. I owe him a favor, and I have to repay it. Shu Jun, do I have to do something utterly immoral before you'll even slightly take me seriously?"

Shu Jun said calmly, "Even if you kill your own parents, what does it have to do with me?"

Zui Xue fell silent.

After a while, she slowly stood up and walked to the window, and said again, "Young Master Yan has recently taken over Jianlan Manor, and the power in the Xiangxi area has fallen into his hands. However, the successor of the Zhanchun Sword has been delayed, which inevitably makes some people dissatisfied. Otherwise, with the magnanimity of Young Master Yan, how could he be so fixated on two juniors?"

Shu Jun smiled and said, "I see. I thought the Suzhou and Hangzhou area had also been occupied by the Yan Clan. The world is so big, and the Yan Clan has occupied this and that. Are they trying to become emperors?"

"Whether Yanmen wants to become emperor is something Zuixue doesn't want to know. Zuixue just wants to understand what Shujun wants."

She turned around and gazed deeply at him.

Shu Jun thought for a moment and said, "Well, I don't know either."

He put down his teacup, stood up, picked up the unconscious Yichun in his arms, and laughed, "If we keep talking, I'll inevitably hear a complaining woman's grumbling. It's so boring. I'll take my leave now."

He walked to the door, then suddenly stopped. There was no other reason than that countless men in black were guarding the door and windows, their blades gleaming, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Zui Xue lowered her head, her voice mournful: "You...you're not human. You don't even blame me for dying here? I know you're poisoned, you're just pretending."

Shu Jun turned around and glared at Yang Shen: "If we don't act now, are we going to wait until the end of time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Shen shot out like an arrow, engaging in a fierce battle with the numerous men in black outside the door. Shu Jun watched from behind with a smile, and suddenly said, "Remember to look for Little Pumpkin."

Yang Shen was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he saw him jump out of the window with Yi Chun in his arms.

How despicable and cunning! He actually escaped with Yichun alone! Zuixue and the men in black guarding the window reacted immediately, and in an instant, hidden weapons and blades flew everywhere. Yang Shen was so shocked that his hair almost stood on end. He was afraid that Yichun would be cut into pieces by these sharp blades before the poison was cured.

Shu Jun's figure turned slightly in the air, lightly dodging the flying blades, like a crane folding its wings, landing far away on the ground, then turning again, disappearing into the crisscrossing river channels.

Seeing that the two of them had escaped, Yang Shen breathed a sigh of relief and dared not linger in the fight. He wildly brandished his longsword and fought his way through the Xiangxiangzhai, managing to escape and find Little Pumpkin.

Yichun was completely unaware of being poisoned at that moment. She felt light and airy, as if she was about to fly into the sky.

This feeling... isn't actually bad.

But someone kept patting her face, and with quite a bit of force, even someone as thick-skinned as her couldn't take it. As the patting continued, the hand moved to her ear, gently pinching her earlobe, and then a soft voice sounded in her ear: "Girl, if you don't get up, I'm going to take your clothes off. Hmm, being naked is better than being dirty."

Yichun quickly opened her eyes, but what she saw was a faint red, as if shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

She found herself lying on the ground, soaking wet, one side of her body cold while the other was hot. Her master had said that only those who had gone astray in their cultivation would exhibit such strange symptoms.

She was so frightened that she sat up abruptly, her mind went blank, and she felt like she couldn't find any strength in her body. She just stood up and then collapsed back down limply.

Shu Jun sat next to him, adding branches to the fire. He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, his chin still dripping wet.

Yi Chun stared blankly at him, muttering, "Shu Jun, have I... gone mad with demonic possession?"

He glanced at her: "You've gone mad with qi, and you can still talk? It's just poisoning, a little poison won't kill you."

Poisoning? Yi Chun tried to find similar fragments in her messy memories, and finally realized: "Was it that boss who poisoned you? Didn't she like you? Why would she poison you and drag me down with her?"

Shu Jun stroked his chin: "A woman's heart is like the bottom of the sea, who knows what she's thinking. If you're free, go to the back and take off your clothes. Wearing wet clothes in this weather is no joke."

Yichun moved her fingers; now, only her fingers could move.

"I can't move, so that's fine. By the way, you helped me escape? Although you're the one who caused this mess, thank you anyway."

They were the ones who provoked Yan Yufei, yet they showed absolutely no remorse.

Shu Jun ignored her and took off his coat, placing it on the rack to dry. Seeing that Yi Chun showed no discomfort at seeing him shirtless, his mischievous side resurfaced.

“Hey,” he leaned closer, lying diagonally opposite her and propping his chin up with his hand, “I went through a lot to save you, and I’ll have to prepare the antidote for you later. A simple thank you is too cheap, isn’t it?”

Yichun fell right into the trap, asking directly, "How are you going to thank me? Should I treat you and Little Pumpkin to another big meal? By the way, where's Little Pumpkin? And the lamb kidneys?"

She looked around and found that it was a dilapidated temple. It was already dark outside, and it was quiet. Little Pumpkin and Yang Shen were nowhere to be seen.

Shu Jun pressed her head down to stop her from looking around, then leaned in and stared into her eyes.

Shu Jun was handsome, a fact known to everyone in the martial arts world. It was said that no woman could meet his gaze; the mere sight of his eyes would make her blush and her heart flutter. He took advantage of this to commit all sorts of lewd acts.

Of course, this is just a rumor, and no one knows the specifics.

It's likely no woman has ever seen him like this. Shu Jun is always impeccably dressed and ethereal, never sprawled out shirtless and unkempt on a haystack. A few strands of hair still clung to his cheeks. Perhaps it was the cold, or perhaps the firelight, but his face glowed with a rosy hue, and even the water droplets on his chest seemed more alluring than usual.

He was thin, but not weak; every inch of his muscles was long and graceful, as if they contained boundless power.

If those women who were once or are now crazy about him saw this, they would surely faint on the spot.