My Junior Still Hasn't Killed Me

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Chapter 10: Confrontation

Translated by Rikko of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Addis, WagahaiFujoshi

Although every Daoist cultivator present had strong cultivation bases, with the snowstorm forcing their eyes shut and the ambush of demonic cultivators, they were locked in a tight match. At that very moment, the demonic cultivators began to withdraw, scattering away all of a sudden.

They retreated as swiftly as they arrived, seemingly planning on just a short moment of ambush. As everyone heaved a sigh of relief, Gu XuanYan scanned the surroundings hurriedly. His voice was icy, "My senior brother is missing."

The nearby Ji ChangYun killed one of the remaining demonic cultivators, frowning upon hearing that, "With the snowstorm impairing our vision during the chaotic battle, perhaps something had gone wrong just then."

Liang Zheng sounded uneasy, "Neither is Junior Qin a Sect Elder nor a chief disciple. So even if the demonic cult had any schemes in mind, they shouldn't be targeting him."

Indeed so. Even the easily flustered Liang Zheng had reached the mid Leaving Aperture stage, let alone the various Sect Elders, Ji ChangYun and Gu XuanYan. As compared to the group of cultivators, Zhong Yan was just unremarkable. A vast majority of them didn't even notice him.

And yet, he was kidnapped.

After letting out a sneer, Gu XuanYan turned towards Liang Zheng and Ji ChangYun, "The demonic cult has retreated, so there should not be any problems on the way back. Brethren, please return to your sects, I will head back to Green Summit once I've found my senior brother."

Right after, he made an incantation gesture and rode his sword, flying toward the north.

Despite the vastness of the icy plains, Gu XuanYan didn't spend much time to reach his destination; he only took half the time taken to drink a cup of tea[1]

{1. half of 10-15 minutes}

A palace as white as snow greeted his eyes. When he got closer, he noticed around three to five people standing by the palace gates, which were made of white jade. Every one of them wore black robes and had an intricate red pattern on their foreheads.

Noting he had landed, the group exchanged glances. One of them voiced loudly, "Gu XuanYan, my lord has been waiting for you."

Gu XuanYan's tone was as chilly as ice, "Where is my senior brother?"

The leader of the group, a female demonic cultivator, let out a giggle before taking a step forward, nestling up against him. The ringing of the golden bell hanging on her ankle was crisp and melodious. Even the long black robe she wore couldn't hide her alluring figure. Every word from her was as refreshing as orchids, her voice even more mellow and melodious than any bell.

"Fret not, cultivator. Just follow me to my lord—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a gust of sword energy pierced through her. She lowered her head in bewilderment, eyes as wide as saucers.

Blood spurted out continually from her heart, drenching her clothes.

Due to the speed, no one saw when Gu XuanYan drew his sword out. The remaining demonic cultivators only witness the lady in front of them widening her eyes before collapsing onto the icy ground. In the very next instant, she was reduced into a black mist, dispersed away by the breeze.

Gu XuanYan sheathed his sword, the droplets of blood on his face giving rise to a murderous air around his chilly expression. Instead of wiping the bloodstains away, he eyed the rest of the demonic cultivators as he repeated his previous question, "Where is my senior brother?"