"He's walking so fast. Have we finished discussing our plan?"
Shen Qing tilted her head and looked at Li Xian in confusion.
Li Xian remained expressionless, only staring at the direction where He Yu had left. "Forget it. Dogs fighting each other don't need a plan."
Although he said so, the two of them quickly returned to the Qingyun Sword Sect.
Originally, Shen Qing had planned to use the ghost - rattan to hang He Yu up and then save him just before he died. But unexpectedly, He Yu regained his memory after just being scratched on the face by the puppet.
If they had known this earlier, they wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to bring He Yu to the dense forest.
After returning to the Qingyun Sword Sect, following her intuition, Shen Qing found Pei Xuanjing and He Yu on the verge of a fight outside the cave abode of Real Man Hengling.
He Yu was holding his gorgeous and eye - catching precious sword and pointing it at Pei Xuanjing, scolding loudly, "Now you claim to be the Gentleman Sword and disdain to fight your junior brother. But when you attacked Shen Qing, why didn't you show any mercy!"
Pei Xuanjing was utterly confused and looked annoyed.
He had just gone to see his master but found that his master was in seclusion in the cave and hadn't come out. Then, he turned around and was confronted by He Yu, who immediately drew his sword and attacked him without saying a word.
He felt that one thing after another kept happening. Little Junior Sister Bai was still unconscious, and he really didn't want to deal with others.
"When did I ever attack Shen Qing?"
Pei Xuanjing stood with his hands behind his back, his lips tightly pressed, and his brows deeply furrowed. He couldn't understand why He Yu's hostility towards him had become so intense after going out for a while.
"Yeah... Of course you'd say so since you've lost your memories. Shen Qing was really tortured by us in the previous life... before. We need to atone for our sins. Do you remember!"
A sudden sharp pain shot through Pei Xuanjing's head. Although He Yu quickly changed his words when referring to the previous life, Pei Xuanjing still caught it, and some strange memories quickly flooded into his mind.
"Forget it. Talking to you is like talking to a blockhead. It's better to beat you awake directly."
As soon as the words were out, He Yu raised his sword, gathered his spiritual power on it, and several sword qi roared out.
Pei Xuanjing stared at the sword qi rushing towards him in astonishment. He couldn't dodge in time, and half of the ten sword qi hit him. Blood seeped through his white robe.
"Junior Brother He, do you really want to fight me in front of Master!"
Pei Xuanjing's temper flared up. Although his words were a warning, the sword in his hand was already out.
He Yu twirled his sword in a very beautiful flourish and said arrogantly to Pei Xuanjing, "Senior Brother, it's been a long time since we brothers last sparred. Let's take this opportunity to see if I've made any progress!"
Saying so, he launched the first attack. Since he had regained his previous memories, he skillfully used the spells of his ice spiritual root. The sword qi was imbued with frost, forcing Pei Xuanjing to keep retreating.
Shen Qing and Li Xian landed not far away and watched the two of them fighting.
Shen Qing didn't expect that He Yu, who had just awakened his memories, could use the spells of his ice spiritual root so smoothly. Coupled with his sword qi, he was truly overpowering Pei Xuanjing.
Only now did Shen Qing realize that He Yu was indeed one of the sons of fate.
Previously, He Yu had always been like a lovesick peacock, winking at female cultivators everywhere and claiming to be unrestrained and romantic. Women flocked to him.
He thought he could play around among the flowers without getting attached, but in Shen Qing's eyes, he was gradually turning into a rotten cucumber.
The sword in He Yu's hand was inlaid with precious gems. When others saw his sword, they immediately thought he was just a wealthy young master, thus overlooking his strength.
However, He Yu with an ice spiritual root had never been weak.
After a few exchanges, Pei Xuanjing realized that his junior brother had grown extremely fast. After just a few moves, he was already struggling to hold on.
"Junior Brother He, when did you grow so fast!"
Pei Xuanjing said in surprise, but his eyes were only filled with complexity. There was no trace of the happiness a senior brother should feel for his junior brother.
He Yu turned around, easily dodged one of Pei Xuanjing's attacks, and counter - attacked with a move called "Thousands of Frost Descending from the Sky".
"Senior Brother, in the past, I always gave way to you because you were the senior brother. When you loved to show off during missions, I was willing to step aside."
"But that doesn't mean I, He Yu, am just a supporting green leaf beside you. My swordsmanship has never been inferior to yours. It's just that you've never looked at me properly!"
As He Yu spoke, his eyes sparkled with great determination.
He ranked second in the sect. People always noticed the eldest disciple of Real Man Hengling, Senior Brother Pei Xuanjing, first.
They always compared him with Pei Xuanjing in terms of swordsmanship, cultivation, and even their master's praise and recognition.
As the senior brother, Pei Xuanjing always received more attention from others, while He Yu was only seen as someone who had been stuffed into the sect by the He family with money, despite his He family name.
He Yu never bothered to explain. Being as proud as he was, he always disdained to say more.
It was not until he really fought Pei Xuanjing that he realized he actually cared. He had long wanted to shake off the title of the second - best for years.
"Senior Brother, can you withstand this move of mine!"
The sword qi transformed into thousands of ice shards, falling from the sky. Pei Xuanjing looked surprised and tried to resist, but was scratched by the ice shards one after another.
Within five moves, Pei Xuanjing was completely defeated by He Yu's sword.
He Yu held his sword and walked up to Pei Xuanjing, who was lying on the ground. His tone was completely emotionless: "Senior Brother, you've lost."
Pei Xuanjing covered his chest and gritted his teeth, swallowing back the blood that was about to gush out.
He raised his eyes slightly, and the first thing he saw was He Yu's expensive boots.
The luxurious and low - key material, combined with the precious gems, made a single pair of boots worth dozens of high - grade spirit stones.
Pei Xuanjing's mind was still in a daze. He had been defeated by his junior brother, whom he had always thought was a playboy and a good - for - nothing.
This realization even made his Dao heart a bit unstable.
He simply couldn't believe that he had been defeated by He Yu!
"Junior Brother He, what secret technique have you practiced to make such rapid progress in such a short time! According to your previous cultivation speed, you would never have been able to defeat me!"
"What means did you use!"
He Yu's body froze, and his expression turned to one of disbelief. "Senior Brother, I defeated you with my own strength. Why do you look at me like this?"
"No, this is impossible!"
Pei Xuanjing clenched his fists and pounded the ground hard. His eye sockets turned blood - red.
Pei Xuanjing suddenly raised his head. The look in his eyes when he looked at He Yu was not that of looking at his junior brother but of looking at some kind of demon or ghost.
"You only got into the sect because of the He family's influence. How could you possibly have the strength to defeat me!!"
"Why are all of you like this? I'm the senior brother after all!!"
Pei Xuanjing roared. The memories of being beaten by Li Xian and Shen Qing in his mind became clearer and clearer.
The intense unwillingness made Pei Xuanjing suddenly lash out. He picked up his sword, swung his arm upwards, and the tip of the sword划过 He Yu's neck.
He Yu stood there stunned, and slowly touched his neck. Blood seeped out, and a scratch appeared on his neck.