The Way of the Sword (BL)

Needless to say, the mood was heavy because of the greed and desire of the invited martial cultivators and because of the inner disciples who were dissatisfied with the 100 times better treatment the novice disciples were receiving.

Of course, the children who came from the interior of the country would feel pressured with so much tension in the air and rare treasures, as well as the pressure on their hearts to fight for these treasures.

Jong Kun approached Zemin Yan, which caught the attention of the group who stood guard and tense as they saw the veteran disciple approaching little Yan. They had a psychological shadow with Hong Yu's ambiguous attitude, so they were on guard to see if this inner disciple wasn't going to do something that threatened not only Zemin Yan but the other children.

"It's all right. You don't have to worry about unnecessary things if you get one of these treasures no one will steal from you" said Jong Kun putting his delicate hand on Zemin Yan's small shoulder, trying to comfort the little child.

Zemin Yan blinked and made a silly face, but looked a little cute, even though he wasn't pretty. He was really afraid of nothing!

Oh, the great treasure I'm not afraid!

I just want to be your friend and we'll talk more in the future!

These were the thoughts of Zemin Yan looking foolishly at Jong Kun, but of course, the other person failed to captain the message, but he felt that the child was very pitiful and cannot help caressing the other person's small head.

Zhong Liang looked at Zemin Yan and Jong Kun, once again feeling bitter in his heart. Too quickly he suppressed his asura aura that threatened to leave, he could not act in a possessive and dangerous manner near Zemin Yan, but he felt like hitting the hand of this little inner disciple!

Tai-Yang also felt like hitting not only Jong Kun's hand, but hitting this whole person!

Oh, he wanted to do that too with little Yan!

"Uh, huh? Oh, there's a curse on this half-breed's growing root. This curse is quite ferocious, very difficult to be treated by common means, even doctors could not see that there is something wrong at the root of that person's cultivation. Oh, is that the legendary root of the weeping tree? It's been a long time since I've seen such a spiritual root! I still remember in the time of the master. The master's particular alchemist had such a spiritual root... In the phase after the Immortal Realms, the cultivators with weeping tree roots can revitalize the rarest herbs with heavenly Qi alone and can grow seeds in the palm of their hand!" Hu Zi was assessing and rambling on Jong Kun's body.

"Can this curse be lifted?" asked Zemin Yan eagerly. After all, he had found a natural alchemist, who was even harder than finding the horn of a Qilin, at least far from the Alchemists Sect, which is the mortal rival of the Celestial Sword Sect. Zemin Yan feared he wasn't so lucky to find another one in the future.

"Oh, yes, very easily, " said Hu Zi returning to the present, but he seemed very nostalgic for the time when he lived with his first master.

"Are you talking about the blooming pill?" asked Zemin Yan relieved. If it wasn't for the circumstances, he would ask Jong Kun to be his friend and already take action to heal that person, so he could get the goodwill and cooperation of that person to take the pill for the little tiger.

Unfortunately, if he did that, people would think he had a hole in his brain. So he can only look at Jong Kun with a bright look full of repressed desire and containing the excitement of his heart not to scare this great walking treasure!

"These little child pills? No, I'm talking about reborn Phoenix wine. This is a very powerful wine, only a small cup can already wash away the spiritual root and strengthen martial cultivation. A mediocre talent can become a talent that even geniuses would envy!" said Hu Zi scorned the flourishing pill, which everyone seemed to want to grab. He showed in Zemin Yan's mind a bottle made of red jade, which had some hot-colored stones that he did not know how to define what was made of it.

The red jade bottle has a long and exquisite shape, there was also an indomitable aura being emitted from the bottle.

"Great, now I just need to get Jong Kun to drink and heal quickly!" thought Zemin Yan much more excited, without realizing he smiled lightly.

Jong Kun saw Zemin Yan's smile and felt a little strange, he didn't quite understand, but he felt even more supportive of this child after that smile. Of course, Jong Kun did not know the effect of the bearers of sacred energy, which was to make everyone around in one way or another feel attracted to Zemin Yan.

Of course, if a person had envy or hatred for Zemin Yan, the tendency was for the negative feeling to deepen in place of diminishing, because Zemin Yan would be too bright for those people who submerged themselves in dark thoughts.

Zhong Liang felt in agony, he wanted to take Zemin Yan away, why did he feel there would be many bees and butterflies around his little Yan in the future?

He had to hold back a lot so as not to hug little Yan from his family and scare this person away from the child!

Jong Kun: (...) *looking at delicate and gentle hands*

He doesn't have fat hands!

Of course, Jong Kun did not know the thought of his sect's idol, he didn't even know it was Zhong Liang disguised as a guard protecting Zemin Yan's group. If he knew, he'd probably die of fear!

"Brother Zhong, give me the black tiger," Zemin Yan asked when Jong Kun walked away from him and everyone now looked at the black chest that Hong Yu was going to open.

Sying had already returned to stay in the arms of his father Zhong, he had paid attention to the conversation between Zemin Yan and Hu Zi, but he did not speak up and was just quietly watching. He felt a little animosity against this soul of the copper ring, he had no reason to feel that way, yet he felt displeased.

As if he wanted to bite this soul of the copper ring, strangely he had an ominous feeling in his heart for that soul of the ring. However, he said nothing to Zemin Yan, as until then the soul of the ring was behaving well.