Cheeky Sword God - Chapter 13

It was a snowy day…

The sound of the zither came from the pavilion and faded away with the snow.

The sound of the zither was melodious, but when it fell to Uncle Shu’s ears, this melodious piece was filled with melancholy.

Ever since she started practicing the Shadow Sword Technique, Zhou Boyan had never touched the zither again. Now, the failure of refining the Shadow extinguished all her hopes, and she finally picked up the zither again.

Uncle Shui walked into the pavilion, and brought back a cup of hot tea, then he forced a smile.

“Miss Zhou, I haven’t heard you play the zither for a long time.”

Zhou Boyan stopped playing, and she raised her head and asked softly, “Did he leave yet?”

Uncle Shui sighed and answered, “Yes, he left.”

Closing her eyes slightly, Zhou Boyan’s face became colder and colder, and she did not say anything. However, the sound of the zither has changed, the mood of her playing has changed into the mood of parting.

This song contained no blame nor the sadness of parting, but was a song to bid farewell.

Looking at Zhou Boyan silently, Uncle Shui’s face showed a trace of guilt. But thinking of the previous conversation from before, his face became firm again.

“I’m sorry, Miss Zhou. I hope you won’t blame me this time. Please allow me to be selfish once more.”

…

Actually, something had happened between Wu Chi and Uncle Shui.

“Uncle Shui, I want to stay. As you know, the current situation is irreversible.” Wu Chi said.

Looking at Uncle Shui, Wu Chi’s eyes were full of determination and he firmly said, “My strength is insufficient, and I can’t turn the tide in this situation! But what I can do is to take her away. You won’t really have the heart to watch her die with the Shadow Sword Villa, right?”

After hearing this, Uncle Shui’s heart started to waver.

He witnessed the growth of Zhou Boyan, although he was only a normal clan member, in his heart, he regarded Zhou Boyan as his own daughter.

He was very clear about Zhou Boyan’s character, if there was someone who could really let Zhou Boyan give up the idea of dying with the Shadow Sword Villa, then that person must be the boy in front of him.

It was better to have little hope than no hope.

And the price? It was just that Wu Chi might lose his life.

Yes, he was being selfish, but for Zhou Boyan, he was willing to be selfish.

“It’s dangerous. You might die.”

After contemplating, Uncle Shui finally opened his mouth and said.

“So what? Wouldn’t it be worth risking my life for her?”

Looking back calmly, Wu Chi did not hide anything, and simply pointed out his real intentions. He didn’t mind being straightforward, because this was the only chance and the only way to persuade Uncle Shui to help him.

Everyone was selfish, and what he gambled on was the selfish side of human nature.

“After the funeral, before Miss Zhou has reached the Shadow Sword Villa, is our chance.”

Uncle Shui slowly turned back, and quietly replied.

…

Wu Chi changed into a servant’s clothes and watched his carriage slowly leave from the Shadow Sword Villa, and his eyes turned cold the moment the carriage had left.

From this moment on, in the eyes of everyone, he had already left, and he could move freely.

Time was running out. Although he wasn’t certain of the outcome, this was the only chance.

Through the night, Wu Chi lowered his head and slowly stepped into a distant courtyard…

“Where is the wine, dammit? How come the wine has run out so soon?”

Wu Chi’s courtyard has been turned into a huge mess by these men, who were still shouting for the servant to bring them wine.

“Finally, that damnable guy is gone now, we should celebrate! How come there’s no wine here? Are these servants deaf?”

He turned around and saw a boy dressed in servant clothes.

“Hey, that boy over there, come here and pour some wine for us… do you hear me?”

The servant slowly walked to the man, then looked up, speaking softly, “Sir, it’s so late now, I think you’d better drink water.”

“Who are you? What I want to drink, it’s not your turn to…”

Before the man had finished his words, he saw the boy’s face. Suddenly, his words were stuck in his throat and he swallowed what he was about to say.

In an instant, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his state of drunkenness had completely disappeared.

“Y-Young Master Wu, w-why are you here?”

Rolling his eyes, Wu Chi sneered, “Do I have to report you everywhere I go?”

“No… no!”

At this moment, the other men also reacted fiercely. The moment they saw Wu Chi, they immediately became well-behaved.

These were the guys who used money to entice Wu Chi to look for the Sword Pavilion and were beaten up by Wu Chi. They had recently heard the news that Wu Chi had already left, and before they had time to celebrate, no one could imagine that the person himself would appear in front of them.

“Which damned guy are you talking about?” Looking at the man coldly, Wu Chi slowly asked.

“Emmmm…”

Was there anything more tragic than swearing behind others’ backs and getting caught red handed?

He wanted to explain himself, but under Wu Chi’s cold eyes, he couldn’t muster up a word, and bowed his head, pretending to hear nothing, hoping to pass through this mess.

Of course, Wu Chi didn’t come here for this matter. He kicked his foot on that man’s buttock and looked at the dirty courtyard in disgust. He said lightly, “What you should do, do I need to tell you?”

In just a split second, these men swiftly cleaned up the courtyard, not daring to say a word.

“Didn’t you leave, Young Master Wu?”

When they finished cleaning up the courtyard, the leader mustered up some courage and carefully asked.

“What load of nonsense! The Shadow Sword Villa is about to perish, and at this time, I must be a fool if I were to abandon all the benefits and leave.” His corner of his lips slightly raised, Wu Chi snorted disdainfully, “That girl, she must be dreaming to drive me away but I tricked her and came back here to reap some benefits.”

As if he had come to a realization, Wu Chi’s eyes suddenly turned cold, and his palm rested on the handle of his sword. “You guys… you don’t plan on betraying me, do you?”

“We dare not, we absolutely dare not!” Their gaze fell on Wu Chi’s sword at his waist. They were busy making up excuses and tried their best to not arouse Wu Chi’s suspicion.

“It’s not convenient for me to appear in front of outsiders now. I need someone to gather news for me, is there a problem?”

“Don’t worry, Young Master Wu. You can command us whenever you want.”

At this time, let alone prying into the news, even if Wu Chi wanted them to go and wreak havoc at Shadow Sword Villa, they were forced to accept all his demands.

“Okay, you can go now. I’m tired, I’ll go sleep now.” Wu Chi’s voice came out again. Then he kicked open the door of the room and walked inside.

“Also, you can report Luo Kun or that girl of my staying, but I can’t guarantee the state of you guys after reporting me. You should know what to do.”

This sentence immediately put these people on fear.

The people who had thoughts of reporting Wu Chi to Luo Kun immediately became docile.

After Wu Chi’s threat, these people immediately knew what to do.

It was known that Wu Chi had benefited a lot from his meeting with Luo Kun. As for Zhou Boyan, they all knew that Wu Chi and Zhou Boyan were familiar with each other and even when he was about to leave, his carriage was sent out by Shadow Sword Villa.

If they had really divulged the news, be it Zhou Boyan or Luo Kun, these two people might not do anything to Wu Chi, but if they betray Wu Chi, they might really be killed.

Knowing this, they became more anxious!

There was nothing worse than this!

…

Lying in bed, Wu Chi did not fall asleep, and his heart was heavy.

He forced himself to remain calm. Although the current situation seemed peaceful upfront, Wu Chi was very clear that this situation was the calm before the storm.

Without mentioning how to persuade Miss Zhou to leave, it was a very troublesome matter to try to avoid Luo Kun’s eyes.

This was the most dangerous time to take Zhou Boyan away.

His strength was limited, and his time was running out, he had no chance to arrange any plans.

Different thoughts overlapped through his mind and the scene of the Shadow in Sword Pavilion was replayed in his mind again. He started comprehending the Shadow’s sword intent.

Although Zhou Boyan had failed to refine the Shadow, Wu Chi had to admit that just by seeing the Shadow had brought him great benefits.

If they had half a month, no, even a few more days, Wu Chi had confidence to reverse the sword intent, and at least 70 percent confidence of assisting Zhou Boyan to refine the divine sword.

Unfortunately, time was lacking in this situation.

Also, Wu Chi was unwilling to let Luo Kun get the sword.

Even though Luo Kun is a disciple of Tian Shan, he was still not qualified to get the Shadow in Wu Chi’s opinion.

Wu Chi tried to get rid of these messy thoughts, and massaged his temple to calm himself down.

Whether the Shadow will land in his or somebody’s hands, it was not something he should worry about now. The more important thing was: how could he take Zhou Boyan away?

Zhou Boyan said that there was always something more important than life, but Wu Chi always believed that only by living could one have hope, and if she was dead, everything would become hopeless, any important thing she firmly believed in would become useless.

“Miss Zhou, please stop being foolish! Even if we lose the Shadow, we can still find another chance to take it back. This is not the time to be stubborn!“