My Junior Still Hasn't Killed Me

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Chapter 8: Misunderstanding

Translated by Rikko of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Addis

Fortunately, Ji ChangYun didn't mind and instead, turned towards Gu XuanYan. A short while later, he spoke abruptly, "Gu XuanYan, I've heard of you."

Unsurprised, Gu XuanYan extracted his hands and nodded, "The same goes for me." 

He glanced at Zhong Yan, "Numerous disciples of Green Summit hold high admiration for your great sense of justice and strong cultivation base too."

The speechless Zhong Yan thought, he still kept what I said in Buddhist Hall in mind? He sure is the personification of pettiness.

Instead of a smile, Ji ChangYun put on a frown as he asked, "Why admire me? You are in the late Golden Core stage and will reach the Lesser Vehicle stage soon. I'm not as strong as you now, so they should be admiring you instead." After a slight pause, he continued, "But I will be elevated to the next stage soon. I might be able to have a match with you in the near future."

Ji ChangYun's tone was solemnly serious, not even a trace of humor could be detected. Yet, his face was as calm as ever, as though he was just having a small talk about the weather instead of inviting Gu XuanYan to a match.

Despite the arctic environment, Liang Zheng broke out in a cold sweat and chimed in hastily, "Junior Gu, my junior brother meant no offense. Please don't hold it against him... He just loves to invite others to a match..."

Gu XuanYan tossed a smile at Liang Zheng to indicate no offense was taken. When he turned back to Ji ChangYun, he retracted his smile, replacing it with a chilly expression. The tone of his reply was grave, "If that is so, I will be waiting for Brother Ji's invitation for the match."

At last, Ji ChangYun nodded in satisfaction before returning to his sect's group with Liang Zheng following behind him hurriedly. Zhong Yan scrutinized Gu XuanYan cautiously. "Are you seriously going to have a match with him?" You got killed by him in the story, you know?

Instead of answering, Gu XuanYan asked, "Who does Senior Brother think will win if we truly had a match?"

Such a question was akin to the classic dilemma of choosing to save one's mother or significant other if both were drowning. Noticing Zhong Yan's hesitation, Gu XuanYan lifted his brows. "Since Senior Brother couldn't answer, I guess it is a must to have a match with him."

The bootlicker in Zhong Yan rose inside him in haste, "Of course, I think you will win."

Gu XuanYan nodded, a slight smile spreading across his face, "When the match comes around, I will live up to Senior Brother's expectation."

Why don't you just tell me straight up you will have a match anyway...?

The arctic plains of the Northern Wilderness were boundless. If an average joe entered it by mistake, they would, no doubt, certainly meet a frozen death in the vast, endless icy wasteland.

Even the crowd of cultivators only managed to reach the first one-third of their destination after spending their entire day sword riding. Moreover, the Demonic Lord's palace was in the innermost part of the icy plains.

Although the majority of disciples dispatched were chief disciples, those that had reached the Golden Core stage, such as Ji ChangYun and Gu XuanYan, were in the minority. After spending the entire day traveling, they had to take a break. 

Since they were on the demonic cult's territory, traveling during the night would be dangerous. Thus, once the sky darkened, the band of Daoist cultivators halted their journey. The Sect Elders constructed a barrier together while the disciples broke into groups of six or seven and gathered around their bonfire.