PDLP Chapter 19 Battle Between Senior and Junior Brothers
Chapter 19 Battle Between Senior and Junior Brothers
When Liang Junjie woke up, he found himself bound hand and foot, and his already aching body became even more painful.
"Master, Xueji, what are you doing in my room? And why are you tying me up?!"
Yu Xueji rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.
"Someone almost died just now... If it weren't for me and my master..."
Yu Xue mumbled a lot of things, and Huo Chuyu nodded from time to time.
Liang Junjie then realized that during his dream, his body was out of control, and he almost died from the burst of sword energy.
"So now... can you untie me... I need to go to the restroom."
Liang Junjie's words were sincere, after all, he really did have this need.
Huo Chuyu gently tapped the reins, retracted the beast-binding rope, shrunk it, and handed it to Yu Xueji.
Yu Xueji was overjoyed, holding the rope like a whip and waving it twice in the air. The two wavings were so forceful that they made the air crackle.
Looking at the rope, Liang Junjie had reason to suspect that Yu Xueji was settling a personal score. After all, although he hadn't been able to win her over back then, he had also made sure that no one else dared to pursue her.
"Does she still harbor resentment to this day...?"
Once the idea came to mind, it was impossible to stop.
On the morning of January 5th, Liang Junjie sat next to Yu Xueji, quietly drinking his congee and looking at the chat history in the chat group. He hadn't been actively participating in the group chat for the past few days, so he was making up for it now.
In the "Your World, Diudiu, You Cultivation" learning and exchange group, today is the fifth day of releasing learning materials. Some members have already successfully sensed Qi and are attempting to break through to the early stage of Qi Refining.
"Aite Huo Zhenhui, you who stays up all night every day, are you almost ready to start practicing Qi cultivation?"
Liang Junjie's words instantly drew out a group of lurkers.
One of the girls Liang Junjie added to the group chat at the beginning was named Chen Xingxuan. She was someone Liang Junjie met while playing badminton.
"Huh, you guys are actually cultivating? Wasn't Brother Liang just posting this to tease everyone?"
A single, ten-second voice message instantly silenced the group chat.
Silence is always the final sign of a storm, and the group chat erupted again the next moment.
"Wow, I didn't expect there to be girls in the group besides Yu Xueji and Chu Yuxin! Are the girls' group names their real names?"
Cai Guoquan posted a long message to acknowledge his presence and make his presence known.
Cai Guoquan: "Hey Chen Xingxuan, did you go to the same school as Liang Junjie? Which college were you in? I used to be on the school badminton team, let's play sometime!"
Liu Chengxi: "Did you see the group announcement, girl? The cultivation data package is in the group files. Reaching the initial stage of Qi Refining is just around the corner!"
Chen Zhidong: "Hey girl! I'm... a recent graduate, and I've already made enough money this year..."
The group chat was instantly flooded with messages from these three people. Liang Junjie frowned and quickly tapped the screen three times.
System notification: The group owner has banned Cai Guoquan, Liu Chenghui, and Chen Zhidong for 10 minutes.
"You dog, group owner!" the three of them cursed Liang Junjie in a private message.
Liang Junjie remained unmoved and typed on the screen: She's a girl. If you keep spamming, I'll kick you out.
The group chat suddenly fell silent.
The next second, a new message popped up:
Yu Xueji: Hehe.
Liang Junjie's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Yu Xueji beside him.
She was still stirring the porridge in her bowl, her profile calm, but that "hehe" sound was like a needle piercing through the screen. Liang Junjie was about to type something to calm her down when he saw her suddenly put down her spoon and stand up.
"I'm done eating." She said calmly, turning and walking towards the kitchen.
Liang Junjie had a bad feeling. He finished his porridge in a few gulps and followed them. As soon as he entered the kitchen, a gust of wind hit him in the face!
He instinctively dodged to the side, and Yu Xueji's hand chopped past his ear, striking the door frame with a "bang," sending splinters flying. She didn't stop; her other hand was already grabbing his wrist—it was the starting stance for a grappling move.
Liang Junjie slightly twisted his wrist, easily deflecting the attack. He dared not use his spiritual power, much less activate the sword meridians that had just opened the previous night; he could only rely on his physical reflexes to parry. Yu Xueji's attacks, however, grew faster and faster, employing kicks, trips, locks, and grappling techniques—all mortal martial arts—yet each move was sharp and carried an inexplicable irritation.
"Xue Ji, you..." Liang Junjie retreated while blocking, his back pressed against the refrigerator.
She threw a punch straight at his chest. He raised his hand to block it, but felt a slight tremor in the force of her punch. He looked up and met her eyes. There was no murderous intent there, but rather a coldness of offense mixed with some ancient emotion that he dared not delve into.
Is she angry at the commotion in the group chat, or at his unfulfilled pursuit back then, which still makes her the subject of scrutiny from others?
Liang Junjie felt a moment of relief, and his movements faltered slightly. Yu Xueji seized the opportunity to grab his shoulder joint and twist it forcefully!
A sharp pain shot through him, but even clearer than the pain was the automatic reaction of the sword meridian within his body. A scorching sword intent surged from his heart straight to his Jianjing acupoint, about to spontaneously rebound.
Liang Junjie was shocked. He forcibly suppressed his sword intent and let her twist him around, causing his back to slam heavily against the refrigerator door.
"Why didn't you fight back?" Yu Xueji asked breathlessly, her voice low.
"I..." Liang Junjie smiled wryly, "I'm afraid of hurting you."
These words seemed to have triggered something, and she suddenly loosened her grip on his hand. Only the low hum of the refrigerator and her slightly rapid breathing remained in the kitchen.
After a long while, she released him and took a step back.
"I've long forgotten what happened back then." She turned and turned on the tap, the sound of the running water masking her tone. "But the way you silenced them is the same as before—thinking you can control everything."
Liang Junjie rubbed his aching shoulder and watched her retreating figure.
The sword veins still burned faintly, as if mocking him for handling even a simple conflict so poorly. He was indeed afraid of hurting her, afraid of the uncontrollable sword energy, and even more afraid of shattering the fragile peace they were currently maintaining.
"I'm sorry, I'll manage the group chat better."
Yu Xueji didn't turn around, but simply turned off the water, shook her hand, and walked out of the kitchen.
In the living room, Huo Chuyu was already sitting on the sofa, leisurely flipping through an old magazine. Seeing the two of them come out one after the other, she looked up and smiled: "Finished your morning practice? Your sword meridian has just been formed, so it's best not to have any major emotional fluctuations, Xiao Liang."
Liang Junjie nodded silently. Yu Xueji had already picked up her backpack, pushed open the door, and left.
The door closed softly. Huo Chuyu closed the magazine and gave Liang Junjie a meaningful look: "The first lesson for a Heart Sword cultivator is often learning 'endurance.' It's not about enduring the enemy, but enduring the sword in one's own heart that's always ready to strike."
Liang Junjie stared at the closed door, the spot on his shoulder where she had twisted it still throbbed faintly. But even deeper was the sword meridian that had been forcibly opened in his dream last night, burning silently with the ebb and flow of his emotions.
"It hurts, it hurts..."