Chapter 92: Please Look at Me

So troublesome!

Though no sign showed on Lin Yuchu’s face, that was what he was secretly thinking. Just as he was wondering how to refuse this Senior Brother Jin, he saw Senior Brother Jin lift his eyes and glance at him. His expression hardened. He stomped his foot, steeled his heart, and said, “Forget it. It’s you!”

What a joke. If he did not drag this kid over to fill the post, then with Su Hui gone, Little Martial Uncle would definitely make him do it!

Just imagining that scene...

Little Martial Uncle, his face cold, expressionless, his tone without the slightest rise or fall, yet saying all sorts of picky things about him, patiently correcting his sword-move posture over and over. Although he had not said anything else, that scene, that atmosphere, somehow made a person feel as if they were so useless!

So incompetent!

He was being looked down on!

Just thinking about it was suffocating!

He felt like he could barely breathe!

“...Senior Brother Jin, are you all right?”

Lin Yuchu looked at Senior Brother Jin before him, whose expression had suddenly changed drastically and whose face had abruptly turned ugly, and could not help speaking.

Called abruptly back to his senses by his words, Senior Brother Jin suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him. With an utterly solemn expression, he said, “Little Junior Brother, Senior Brother will never forget your great kindness and virtue!”

“...” Lin Yuchu.

Eh?

Hearing this, Lin Yuchu looked at him.

His face was full of enormous confusion.

But Senior Brother Jin walked forward with a solemn expression, reached out, and patted his shoulder. In a heavy tone like the wind whistling coldly over the Yi River, as a warrior departed never to return, he said to him, “So, go without worry!”

“...” Lin Yuchu.

When you say it like that, how am I supposed to go without worry!

…

“It’s just ahead.”

Senior Brother Jin walked in front. He led Lin Yuchu through a small path, and at the end of the road, the view suddenly opened up. A large, empty field appeared before them.

“That is where Little Martial Uncle practices the sword,” Senior Brother Jin said to Lin Yuchu beside him. “Little Martial Uncle is up ahead.”

Lin Yuchu looked in the direction he indicated and saw a small, square plaza ahead, beside which a small and exquisite octagonal pavilion had been built.

Inside the pavilion sat a man in black-and-white Daoist robes, his black hair gathered into a topknot, his brows and eyes cool, his features refined and handsome.

His bearing was like the spring breeze in March, distant and cool, yet gentle.

Sitting there alone, he was like a painting.

Jiangnan in March, willow banks, dawn wind, waning moon.

As Lin Yuchu looked at him, it was as if he saw Jiangnan in March: quiet and cool, yet gentle as water.

“Mm...”

Looking at the man seated in the pavilion ahead, Lin Yuchu truly could not understand why Senior Brother Jin feared him so much, looking as if he were terrified to death of him.

Senior Brother Jin saw him standing there without moving, his face full of puzzlement, so he turned his head and asked, “What is it?”

Hearing this, Lin Yuchu raised his head and glanced at him.

Then he asked the question in his heart. “Little Martial Uncle seems like someone with a very gentle nature?”

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yuchu continued, “I’ve never seen someone of his type before.”

Whether it was Lin Yunheng, Lin Fengqing, Headmaster Gu Daozi, or Teacher Bai, none of them had anything to do with the four words gentle as water.

Hearing this, Senior Brother Jin’s face immediately revealed an expression that said, Sure enough! It’s like this again. Then his expression swiftly twisted, and he said in a grief-stricken tone, “Little Junior Brother, you don’t understand!”

“Sometimes, gentleness is a blade.” Senior Brother Jin spoke in the extremely heavy and painful tone of someone who had been through it. “Though the pain is not sharp or piercing, it cuts into you blade by blade, making you tremble beyond endurance. By the time you come back to your senses, you’re already...”

“...Already what?”

Hearing his tragic description, Lin Yuchu could not help widening his eyes, looking at him curiously as he thought inwardly, That really does sound painful.

“Dead.”

Senior Brother Jin was unexpectedly concise, as if his whole person had died along with the word. He calmly looked into the distance and said in an equally calm tone, “That must be what people mean by a gentle demon.”

“...” Lin Yuchu.

He did not understand, but it sounded impressive.

Lin Yuchu’s mouth twitched as he looked at Senior Brother Jin before him, who seemed to be enduring a pain unbearable in life. He decided to skip over this topic and said instead, “Long pain is worse than short pain. Senior Brother, let’s hurry over and take that clean, satisfying slash!”

“Think on the bright side. Once we get through this slash, we’ll be free!” Lin Yuchu comforted him.

Hearing this, Senior Brother Jin immediately raised his eyes and looked at him. His face was full of surprise, and he said in a shocked tone, “I never expected Junior Brother to possess such awareness!”

“...” Lin Yuchu.

Hearing this, a few traces of hesitation could not help appearing on his face. This counted as awareness?

Unable to empathize with Senior Brother Jin’s tiger-like terror of Little Martial Uncle, Lin Yuchu did not quite understand him.

But after being comforted by Lin Yuchu like this, Senior Brother Jin felt that, at any rate, he was the senior brother. He could not be outdone by a newly arrived junior brother, and actually pulled himself together.

“You’re right. Let’s go.”

Senior Brother Jin said this to Lin Yuchu, then walked ahead to lead the way.

…

He brought Lin Yuchu to the outside of the pavilion.

“Little Martial Uncle.”

Senior Brother Jin stood on the steps of the pavilion and respectfully called to the person inside, Yu Yaoguang, the current sword-holder of Lonely Sword Peak.

Yu Yaoguang was seated inside the pavilion, lowering his head as he flipped through the sword manual in his hands. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and glanced at the two people outside the pavilion.

His gaze swept lightly over Lin Yuchu, who stood half a step behind Senior Brother Jin, then landed on Senior Brother Jin. Yu Yaoguang’s voice was faint as he said, “Where is Su Hui?”

Even his voice was this similar, making one think of the willow banks of Jiangnan in March.

“Today, Daoist Liu ran into Senior Uncle Li, so Su Hui went over,” Senior Brother Jin said. Then he quickly added, “The one beside me is a new disciple who just arrived today. He is precisely the champion of the youth division’s sword cultivators in this year’s Sword Path Grand Competition.”

“I was thinking that Little Martial Uncle’s sword manual is being written in order to create a new sword technique, so if a new disciple tests the sword, perhaps there may be other insights,” Senior Brother Jin said.

Standing behind him, Lin Yuchu lifted his eyes slightly and glanced at him.

He thought inwardly, Who would have thought that this Senior Brother Jin, who looks so rushed and seems to have quite a rough nature, would actually have such delicate and sensitive moments?

Should he say that Little Martial Uncle’s ferocity was a good thing, or should he say that when people were forced into a corner, their potential was endless?

Hearing this, Yu Yaoguang glanced at Lin Yuchu behind him, then said, “That will do.”

Hearing him say this, Lin Yuchu clearly felt Senior Brother Jin let out a breath of relief.

From his angle, Senior Brother Jin’s entire shoulders loosened and sagged.

He looked as if he had been saved.

Lin Yuchu guessed that the clothes on his body were definitely soaked through!

“What is your name?”

Lin Yuchu suddenly heard someone ask him this without warning.

He quickly raised his head and looked over. Ahead, Yu Yaoguang was looking at him, his cool and handsome face carrying a faint expression as he asked.

“Lin Yuchu.”

Lin Yuchu answered.

Hearing this, Yu Yaoguang lifted his eyes and looked at him. “What is Lin Yunheng to you?”

“...He’s my father.”

Lin Yuchu was startled badly when he suddenly heard him ask this, then answered honestly.

He had not expected his father’s mighty reputation to resound so loudly on Lonely Sword Peak. He was even more famous than Lin Yuchu had imagined, and also even more troublesome...

Lin Yuchu began to feel a bit of a headache. This father who dug pits for his son!

Hearing this, Yu Yaoguang looked at him for a long while before nodding and saying, “You are more presentable than your father.”

“...” Lin Yuchu.

Hearing this, he said nothing.

At a time like this, all that was needed was silence.

Fortunately, Yu Yaoguang did not dwell on the matter and instead stood up.

“Raise your head.”

Yu Yaoguang said to him.

Hearing this, Lin Yuchu raised his head.

“Look at me.”

Yu Yaoguang said the second sentence.

Then Lin Yuchu looked at him.

Yu Yaoguang walked out of the pavilion and came onto the empty plaza.

“Watch carefully.”

This was the third sentence he said.

Then, as his words fell—

He drew his sword.

Lin Yuchu’s eyes flew wide open.

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