Chapter 67: So Jealous!

Then, wouldn’t everyone know he was injured by Ji Yin’s thunder talisman?

“What happened next?” Chu Yu pressed urgently.

“Afterward, His Majesty ordered Ji Yin to be punished—twenty strokes with the rod, and the Imperial Preceptor was to forfeit three months’ salary. But just as Ji Yin was about to be flogged, Young Master Xuanyuan of Kunlun stepped forward and spoke up for him, saying Ji Yin was his disciple.”

“What? Xuanyuan Ji accepted Ji Yin as his disciple? Doesn’t that mean Ji Yin has joined Kunlun now?” At this news, Chu Yu was so agitated he sat bolt upright.

“Master, you’re still injured—please don’t get up so quickly.”

“Tell me, is it true that Xuanyuan Ji took Ji Yin as his disciple?”

“It’s true; Xuanyuan Ji said so himself in front of everyone.”

“Why Ji Yin? Why him?” A surge of fierce jealousy flooded Chu Yu’s heart.

His greatest dream was to join Kunlun, to become someone even more powerful than Ji Yun.

He had been to Kunlun and knew just how hard it was to enter. There were no fewer than a thousand like him, waiting day after day at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, hoping for the chance to cultivate there.

The climate at Kunlun was bitterly cold, snow falling all year round; some even froze to death at the mountain’s base and still never got the chance.

Chu Yu had waited three months at the foot of Kunlun Mountain before finally giving up.

It was said that only by enduring countless hardships could one reach the foot of Kunlun, but even then, the mountain itself was nearly impossible to ascend. Yet, despite these difficulties, so many people yearned for the chance.

Ji Yin had never suffered such trials, yet Xuanyuan Ji took him as a disciple?

Why did such a good fortune fall to Ji Yin?

Chu Yu punched his bed in frustration, his feelings inexpressible.

“Master, you are still wounded; please take care of yourself.”

Chu Yu didn’t need to ask to know what would happen next: since Ji Yin was now a Kunlun disciple, he naturally would not be punished. Who knew if that talisman Ji Yin used was also something Xuanyuan Ji had taught him?

If that was the case, Chu Yu felt slightly better.

If so, losing to Ji Yin wouldn’t be such a blow to his pride.

Forcing himself out of bed, Chu Yu refused to lie there any longer—what did that look like? His lodgings were rather peaceful, but he wasn’t the only Tianyuan Sect disciple living in this courtyard. Jin Zhicai, who called him brother, lived directly opposite.

“What time is it now?”

“It’s just past noon.”

Chu Yu frowned. This was usually the liveliest hour, so why was the courtyard so quiet today? With injuries as severe as his, it was impossible no one would come to see him.

Usually, he was surrounded by people. This was all wrong.

Could something have happened?

“Did anything else happen while I was unconscious?”

Jiang Fan recounted Xuanyuan Ji’s words to Chu Yu.

Hearing those words, Chu Yu’s heart sank to rock bottom.

His face burned, as if he’d been slapped hard.

Did everyone now see him as arrogant and self-important? No wonder his room was deserted, with not a soul to be found! Anger surged in Chu Yu’s chest.

How eager they’d been to curry favor with him before.

But after a few words from Xuanyuan Ji, they all distanced themselves. Today he’d truly seen their nature!

“Master, why don’t we leave Tianyuan Sect? The Emperor has already agreed. Would it make any difference where you cultivate?” Jiang Fan advised.

“No! I will never leave Tianyuan Sect—and I will repay Ji Yin for the humiliation of today, twice over!”