Chapter 261 - Chapter 261: 261, Yan Li’s Gift (Request for monthly tickets!) (1/2)

Chapter 261: 261, Yan Li’s Gift (Request for monthly tickets!)

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Lu Xun had fallen unconscious, and it was the ageless Elder Gui who had led him out of the closed chamber.

With one hand on his cane, Elder Gui lightly tapped, and Lu Xun’s body began to float, trailing behind him.

After leaving the secret chamber, since flying wasn’t permitted on Hidden Mountain, it was the mute old man who had carried Lu Xun down the mountain.

This old man, with hair turned white with age, carried the young man down the mountain, then took flight, delivering him to the rear mountain of the Demon Sect.

The top of the rear mountain, at the entrance of the Small Study.

Zhuge Lai Fu was brewing tea for the scholar, while Mao Nanbei was lazily basking in the sun on a large rattan chair, with Lin Chan peeling lychees for her.

Seeing that Lu Xun was unconscious when he arrived, everyone stood up, their faces filled with surprise.

Only the Scholar maintained his composure, still raising his orchid finger, leisurely sipping his tea.

“Little Junior Brother, wake up, Little Junior Brother!” Mao Nanbei jumped up, pinching the floating face of Lu Xun and shouted loudly.

Lu Xun did not react at all, remaining unconscious.

Zhuge Lai Fu took over Lu Xun and asked, “Elder Gui, Little Junior Brother, he…”

Elder Gui waved his hand, indicating that everything was fine.

Lin Chan stood on the side, looking at her master, the anxiety in her eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by confusion.

The impulse in her heart to “grasp Master as a sword and swing him around” was growing stronger!

Her master was appearing more and more like a sword, more accurately, like an excellent sword!

She was at a loss as to how to describe her current feelings.

How should she put it, if before her master was a Lower Spiritual Sword, now he was at least an Intermediate Spiritual Sword!

While internally scolding herself as a “unfilial disciple,” she also found her master incredibly tempting, unable to resist the urge to touch him.

She tentatively touched her unconscious master cradled in the arms of the third elder brother, and the moment her fingertips made contact, she felt as if she was grasping a longsword!

Oh, the god! This wonderful feeling was intoxicating!

It was incredibly addictive!

Lin Chan hastily withdrew her hand, continuously chanting in her heart: “Unfilial disciple! Unfilial disciple! Unfilial disciple…”

She had to get rid of this idea!

“Master is a human, not a sword. Master is a human, not a sword… Master is a sword, not a human… Damn it! Master is a human, not a sword…”

At this moment, the scholar sitting on the stone bench had finished his cup of hot tea, raising his orchid finger, he put down the tea cup.

While it seemed that he hadn’t moved, he had in an instant entered Yan Li’s closed chamber, lightly tapped her head, and then returned instantly to the front of the Small Study.

His movements were so fast that it seemed as though he had stayed in the same spot and never moved.

Such a reckless move!

But astonishingly… it really did work!

“Old three, take your Little Junior Brother back to his room.” The scholar ordered.

“Yes.” Zhuge Lai Fu, cradling Lu Xun, placed him on the bed in the bedroom.

Once everything was done, Zhuge Lai Fu came back to the entrance, seeing that Elder Gui was about to brew tea for the Scholar, he quickly intervened: “Elder Gui, let me do it. You sit down and have a drink.”

Elder Gui nodded with a laugh, and then slowly lowered himself into a seat.

Mao Nanbei peeked into the room and still feeling somewhat worried, asked: “Master, will Little Junior Brother be alright?”

“He’ll be fine, just unconscious for a few days at most.” The Scholar said unbothered.

“What?” Mao Nanbei’s cat ears immediately drooped. They no longer stood erect and he seemed quite dejected.

“He still owes me a month’s worth of desserts!” Mao Nanbei kicked his little feet in mid-air a few times, whining pitifully.

Lu Xun stayed unconscious for a full seven days.

In these seven days, he would break out in cold sweat every night, his black robe soaked through, then automatically dried by the water removal spell on the robe.

Who would have imagined that the mission of the “Enveloped in Sword Intent” would proceed even while he was unconscious?

Just like the loving chastisement of his second elder sister, he had embarked on a journey of chastisement under his eldest elder brother.

Every night, in the dead of the night, he felt an invisible sword stabbing at him.