[END] Will Eternal

Chapter 231: The Imperfect Senior Generation …

A Will Eternal – Chapter 231

Chapter 231: The Imperfect Senior Generation …

Song Que drove at high speed, exuding killing intent, fully confident that his aunt would take the lead in leading justice. He would either kill Nightcrypt or force him to submit to Song Que.

"I'm the eldest son of the Song Clan! If not for Bai Xiaochun of the Spirit Stream Sect, I would definitely have reached the Establishment of the Heaven-Dao Foundation. Then I don't need to help Aunt Junwan become the master of blood; I will be able to take my own place! " He was like a beam of light speeding towards the upper finger.

“Well, I can't do anything about that right now. Moreover, Aunt Junwan only wanted to become the ruler of blood for strategic purposes, to ensure that Xuemei did not take his place. Just wait until I am at the late Establishment Foundation, then I can fight for the position of blood ruler myself. This nightcrypt piddling! If I could make use of him in the future, I would do so, but if he refuses to accept my good graces, I will kill him and make sure he never gets a proper burial! " More confident than ever, he rumbled along his upper finger towards Grand Elder Song Junwan's immortal cave behind the blood lake.

Once he was behind the waterfall, he saw four young guards. Instantly, their eyes snapped open, shining brightly when they saw him approaching.

Song Que did not even stop. Just as he was about to enter the immortal cave itself, four young maids threw themselves in his path.

One of the young guards was well aware of the high position that Song Que occupied. Even so, he did not dare to do anything other than try to block his path. Preparing himself, he said, "Song Elder, please wait a moment for–"

The fact that the young servants were blocking his way caused Song Que to frown. Then anger and killing intent surged, and he roared, “Get me out! I have something to talk about with my grandfather! "

Normally, he never had any problems entering Song Junwan's immortal cave. Considering his status, technically he did not have the freedom to come and go as he pleased, but for all intents and purposes, it could. After all, Song Junwan was quite fond of his nephew.

But now the young servants actually dared to block his path. Song Que gave a cold snort, then pushed them aside and stepped forward.

The faces of the four young servants flickered, and they attempted to stop him. After all, they were pretty sure that it was important to keep the identities of others in the cave a secret. However, they were not really able to stop Song Que.

Before they could even react, Song Que was inside the door.

Normally, Song Que would not act so impulsively. However, this was her aunt, and she was also overwhelmed with anger. Therefore, he had completely lost his composure. Moreover, as far as he was concerned, he did not ask for anything outrageous.

By the time he set foot inside the immortal cave, and before he could even enter the main hall, he heard his aunt laughing, a strange laugh that seemed cheerful as well as reprimanding at the same time.

Looking surprised, Song Que rushed forward. When he flicked the door curtain, a scene met his eyes which made him truly lightning. As his mind turned, his jaw fell. He could hardly believe the scene of disbelief that was playing right in front of him.

There was her aunt, Song Junwan, sitting on a chair, laughing lightly, her left hand covering her mouth like a woman in front of her lover. Nightcrypt sat down next to him, grasping his right hand, studying it closely. He even seemed to sniff it carefully as he bowed.

Song Que was almost struck dumb. He felt like he was falling from shock, and even wondered if he was hallucinating ….

However, the embarrassing image that now burned his mind could not be mistaken for anything else, and left Song Que stunned.

As Song Que entered the room, Song Junwan pulled his hand from Bai Xiaochun's hand. His smile vanished, and he coughed dry. A grim expression, and very much like someone from the Senior generation, he turned his gaze towards Song Que.

"How rude of you to barge in like that" he said. "What's the problem?" Even though he was trying to look like someone from the Senior generation, his cheeks were still flushed red. The combination of flirtation and sadness makes it very interesting.

At the same time, he felt somewhat humiliated and angry. If anyone else were to explode like Song Que, he would punish that person harshly. But Song Que was his nephew, so there was little he could do.

Surprised by Song Que's sudden entrance, Bai Xiaochun quickly sat up straight and decent. He actually felt somewhat guilty for being caught red-handed. After giving Song Junwan the spirit medicine he made, he took advantage of this opportunity to offer to read his palm.

Song Junwan never forgot his outstanding appearance in the Spirit Stream Sect, and immediately let him hold his hand. Then he showered the woman with praise and complement, causing her to laugh with joy.

Bai Xiaochun took a deep breath and sat on the spot, looking at Song Que as sad as Song Junwan.

Song Que stood panting for a while before he calmed down. Even so, he could hardly believe what he was seeing. In her eyes, her aunt was a tall and majestic figure, yet here she let the virtual stranger grab her hand. Then he even laughed flirtatiously.

Although all of that was completely beyond anything Song Que could have anticipated, he might be able to accept it if the person who had just held his aunt's hand was someone other than Nightcrypt who was angry.

Song Que's anger began to rise to the level of an explosion, until he could barely breathe. His eyes burned bright red as he looked at Bai Xiaochun and angrily howled, "Nightcrypt !!"

Taking a step forward, he looked at his aunt, Grand Elder Song Junwan.

As his cries echoed in the immortal cave, Bai Xiaochun's expression flickered, and anger began to rise in his heart when he realized that Song Que had come here to complain about him. Unfortunately, Song Que was right about some of his accusations, which caused Bai Xiaochun's heart to jump in fear. Just as he was about to speak in self-defense, Song Junwan's face turned grim, and he clapped his hands on the table.

The loud hitting sound that sounded instantly eliminated Song Que's voice.

"Shut up!" he said, his expression grim and murderous. When his voice echoed, the immortal cave suddenly changed, very, very cold, causing Song Que to shiver. From a very young age, he had always been afraid of his aunt, and seeing her so crazy caused him to subconsciously look down at her toes.

Seeing Song Que react in such a way made Song Junwan's anger a little. He was his nephew, whom he loved very much. Looking sincere and also very disappointed, he slowly said, "Queer, you are the eldest son of the Song Clan. There is no limit to what you can do in the future. How can you be so chaotic and short-sighted? Nightcrypt had a clean background, and had performed a great service for the sect. It was true that he was troubling some other sect members, but nothing was intentional! Neither you nor I know fully the humiliation he endured on the path of pursuing the Dao of medicine for this sect! " From his tone of voice, he seemed to really regret the unreasonable behavior of his nephew.

As he sat there to the side, Bai Xiaochun felt extremely touched. He looked gently at Song Junwan, and pondered that everything he said was true. He never intentionally does things that annoy or hurt others.

He suddenly felt as if Song Junwan understood him on a deep and even intimate level. In fact, he really had nothing bad to say about how the Bloodstream Sect treated him.

Even as Bai Xiaochun sighed deeply, Song Que stood there trembling. Ever since she was young, she was often reprimanded by her aunt, and she rarely spoke back to him. But the current situation was something he could not accept. It was especially true considering the emotional expression on Bai Xiaochun's face. Song Que could not help but think about how Nightcrypt had held his aunt's hand, and how the two of them seemed clearly involved in a forbidden affair. Song Que's breath came in tattered pants as he looked up and said, "Nightcrypt, you–"

When Song Junwan saw that Song Que refused to admit his mistake, his expression turned even grimer, and he angrily shouted, "Queer! Back off!" Then he looked at Bai Xiaochun and said, "Junior Brother Nightcrypt, please don't take it personally. Queer doesn't understand the problem of adults, little boys. ”

Bai Xiaochun sighed. Looking like an image of someone from the Senior generation, he nodded and smiled bitterly.

"There's no harm" he said. “Queer is young and full of energy, which is normal at his age. Senior generation members like us can only do our best to educate her a little more. "

When Song Que heard Bai Xiaochun call him Que’er, he felt like he was going crazy. His cultivation base immediately surged with power, and a murderous aura spread from him.

"Nightcrypt, I'll kill you!" he howled, and then headed towards Bai Xiaochun. Since he was so close, there was no time for Song Junwan to interfere.

A rumbling sound rang out as Song Que performed a spell move, summoning a large, blood-colored hand almost directly in front of Bai Xiaochun's face. The hand soared with energy, shattering the chairs and tables. Bai Xiaochun's eyes flashed thinking for a moment, and he decided not to dodge or dodge. The hand hit him, causing his face to pale. Coughing a mouthful of blood, he staggered backwards.

Seeing that, Song Junwan was anxious and angry. He waved his hand, causing waves of power to surge and suppress Song Que. Unable to move forward, Song Que stood there, eyes red, physically trembling. He knew that Nightcrypt was deliberately spewing blood; even if he was somehow injured, there was no way he would have to cough up blood.

"Song Que, what have you got!" Song Junwan shouted at the top of his lungs. Just as he was about to start reprimanding Song Que, Bai Xiaochun raised his right hand to stop him.

Wiping blood from his chin, he looked at Song Junwan and said, “Queer did nothing wrong. I may be from the Senior generation, but I am not perfect. I also made mistakes. It's my fault that Que’er is now hairless. Therefore, I will immediately go into seclusion to concoct spirit medicines to help her grow more hair. ”

He even reached out and squeezed his hand to show how sincere he was.

Song Junwan's cheeks immediately turned red. Squeezing his hands right in front of his own nephew was something that instantly caused his heart to start beating fast. A very strange sensation.

Pulling his hand back, he looked towards Song Que and angrily said, "Queer, apologize immediately to your Sect Uncle!"

Song Que stood trembling there, blue veins bulging on his neck and face. Laughing loudly, he said, "You two-something"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Junwan's eyes shone with a cold light, and he waved his hand. A huge wind swept over Song Que, bringing him out of the immortal cave.

“Song Que, your insolence has made you three months of secluded meditation! Don't set foot outside your immortality cave during that time! ”

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