A Small Night Chat

One busy day, without a moment of rest.

After seeing Ruan Hao and handing over the disciples' corpses to the Personnel Hall, Xu Xian returned to Zuiwan Residence.

He thought about taking a bath and tidying up before going to find his master.

The ancients had a habit of bathing and burning incense before meeting someone important.

Xu Xian thought he would follow suit; a sense of ceremony was necessary.

However...

Before he could even take off his clothes, an old friend came to visit.

Without knocking, she walked straight in. Ye Xianyu stood in the middle of the courtyard and shouted loudly, "Little Eleven, come out and receive your guests..."

Listen to that.

What kind of scandalous language was that?

Xu Xian was speechless as he pushed open the door and walked out.

In the courtyard, several senior brothers and sisters had arrived, and Lin Fengmian was among them.

Xu Xian greeted them one by one, asking, "Sixth Senior Sister, Seventh Senior Brother, Ninth Senior Brother, why are you all here?"

Ye Xianyu crossed her arms, feigning displeasure. "What, do you take me for thin air?"

Xu Xian's speechlessness doubled. How old was she, still acting like a little girl?

But... compared to the others beside her, she really was like a little girl.

"Tenth Senior Sister."

Ye Xianyu smiled brightly. "Good boy."

Jiang Wanyin sat at the stone table in the courtyard, using her silk sleeves to sweep away the fallen leaves. She said warmly, "We heard you were back. It has been a long time since we disciples have gathered, so we thought we would have a small reunion and check on you..."

She then motioned for everyone to sit.

Xu Xian rubbed his nose and joined them.

It had indeed been a long time since they last gathered.

The last time they were together was indeed the last time.

That was true.

One person was still missing.

Yao Xiqiao.

The Eighth Senior Brother.

The group sat in a circle, brewing tea under the moon and sharing some wine.

They exchanged pleasantries, talked of the past and present...

And their recent situations.

The matter of the Emperor's Tomb—Xu Xian causing trouble?

Everyone said Xu Xian hid himself well, pulling off such a massive feat behind their backs.

He had truly made something of himself.

Xu Xian said humbly, "How could I compare to you all? Did I not still fail to escape your sharp eyes?"

Jiang Wanyin laughed. "If we were not so familiar with you and Lu Yuan had not slipped up, we might not have guessed. If the tomb gate had not opened a crack to show your actions inside, those people might not have guessed either."

Xu Xian nodded in agreement.

That was true.

He had said it before; Lu Yuan's acting was simply too poor.

Lei Yunche was not having it and spoke up, "Sister, are you not overstating it? I figured it out."

Everyone looked at him with suspicion.

Lei Yunche said, "Do you not believe me? Ninth Brother, tell them..."

Lin Fengmian nodded in confirmation.

It was true.

Back then, before Lu Yuan had even arrived and the tomb gate was still sealed, Lei Yunche had already asserted that the Bai Mang those people spoke of was their own Little Junior Brother.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Senior Brother is that impressive?"

Xu Xian was also surprised. He had not expected that Lei Yunche, who usually acted like a quiet blockhead with nothing but brute strength, would actually be so observant.

"Seventh Senior Brother, how did you guess?"

Lei Yunche said proudly, "Wisdom. Perhaps I am just more intelligent."

Jiang Wanyin gave him a sharp look. "Speak properly."

Lei Yunche immediately softened and confessed, "Actually, it was nothing. I just felt that in this world, I could not think of anyone besides Little Junior Brother who would do such outrageous things."

Everyone fell silent and nodded in agreement.

Xu Xian was stunned.

Good grief, was this aimed at him?

What the hell, he could not even talk to them anymore.

"I was forced by the situation!"

"No need to explain, we understand."

Xu Xian glared at them. "You understand nothing..."

Xu Xian changed the subject, and the others did not press further. In the end, it was over, and the outcome was good.

The confrontation at the Demon Abyss had ended.

The world had suffered.

The Demon Abyss took the blame.

The Wendao Sword Sect stayed out of it, and the world's saints acquiesced.

Xu Xian got the benefits.

The legacy,

And breaking through to the eighth stage.

Out of curiosity, Ye Xianyu asked casually, "By the way, Little Junior Brother, I heard from the others that you summoned an old tortoise that day and scared off the world's powerhouses. Is that old tortoise really a beast that stands above saints?"

Xu Xian thought for a moment and said meaningfully, "It used to be very fierce."

"And now?" Lei Yunche asked expectantly.

Xu Xian pouted, his eyes filled with disdain. "It is only good for show. In a real fight, it is useless. At most, others cannot kill it, and it cannot kill anyone. It is like a stone in a latrine—smelly, hard, and useless."

Ugh...

The expressions of the four were brilliant, their eyes flickering. This description was truly something.

They continued to ask, "Did you get it from the Emperor's Tomb?"

Xu Xian denied it.

"No."

"Then..." Jiang Wanyin prodded.

Xu Xian said frankly, "I fished it out from the bottom of the Nether Pool."

The fellow disciples nodded repeatedly.

"I see."

As for their junior brother being able to enter the Nether Pool, they found nothing strange about it.

Xu Xian was Bai Mang.

They had information on Bai Mang; he could condense nether fire and walk through the Nether Pool as if on level ground.

Otherwise,

How could he be the Demon Son?

They had known for a long time, but for him to be able to go deep into the bottom of the Nether Pool, the boy's methods were likely far more advanced than they could imagine.

"What about the opportunity in the Emperor's Tomb? What exactly is the Immortal Emperor's legacy?"

Mentioning this made Xu Xian even more depressed. He slapped his thigh and said with regret, "Do not even talk about it. That Emperor's Tomb was a trap. In the end, I got nothing and almost lost my life."

"What do you mean?" The others did not understand.

Xu Xian waved his hand, signaling that he did not want to talk about it.

The others tactfully did not ask further. Since he did not want to speak of it, they would not force him.

However, judging from Little Eleven's reaction, he probably really did not get anything good. No wonder their junior brother was rummaging through corpse piles, digging up bones, and even taking the soil...

It was likely a form of revenge.

Jiang Wanyin took the initiative to change the subject. Looking at the flowing moonlight, she smiled and said, "It is so good to be together. If Eighth Brother were here, it would be even better."

Mentioning the Eighth Senior Brother, they followed her lead and continued the conversation.

Ye Xianyu said, "How many years has Senior Brother been at the Sword Qi Great Wall?"

Lin Fengmian said quietly, "It has been almost eight years."

Lei Yunche sighed with emotion. "Time really does fly. Brother Yun has already been gone for eight years..."

It was a careless remark.

Jiang Wanyin's eyes immediately filled with sorrow.

Ye Xianyu poked Lei Yunche, who realized his mistake and shut his mouth.

The few of them peeked at Jiang Wanyin like thieves.

Seeing them like this, Jiang Wanyin laughed. "Why are you looking at me like that? I am not that fragile..."

The small chat lasted until dawn before they finally dispersed, leaving only Jiang Wanyin behind.

She said to Xu Xian, "Are you finished packing?"

Xu Xian was slightly confused. "Huh?"

"I will see you off," Jiang Wanyin said softly.

Xu Xian was startled. "Sister, you know where I am going?"

Jiang Wanyin did not hide it.

"Yes."

"Who told you?"

"I guessed."

"Uh..."

"Let us go."

"Alright!"