At this moment, Zhang Chen’s eyes turned to the Young Master Zhu Xun standing at the door, filled with vigilance. The unexpected late-night visit could only mean trouble.
Zhu Xun walked into the room with a calm expression and then closed the door, looking at Zhang Chen with irritated reprimand: "Why aren’t you asleep, poking around at this late hour? Well now, you’ve stirred up trouble."
"Who would have thought that just a random glance would reveal some unspeakable secrets." Zhang Chen’s eyes fixed on Zhu Xun.
"Don’t be tense, sit down! I won’t harm you." Zhu Xun said.
Zhang Chen took a seat across from Zhu Xun, but his hand gripped a pair of scissors tightly. If Zhu Xun dared to make a move against him, he wouldn’t sit still but would fight back fiercely.
"You saw everything?" Zhu Xun inquired.
Zhang Chen nodded: "Of course, I’m not blind, so I saw it all."
"He was here to deliver Chen Sanliang’s new insights from recent days." Zhu Xun didn’t hide anything, speaking with frankness.
But it was precisely Zhu Xun’s candor that made Zhang Chen even more cautious, because only a dead person doesn’t need to keep secrets.
"How did you buy Chai Chuanxin? You realize that if word gets out about this, Chai Chuanxin’s reputation would be utterly ruined, no place in the world left for him." Zhang Chen responded to Zhu Xun, stalling for time while contemplating an escape plan.
"Chen Sanliang is ultimately no match for the Academy. Chai Chuanxin is a smart man, and tasks involving smart people are often the easiest. I just needed to explain the pros and cons, and he naturally knew how to choose." Zhu Xun replied.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Chen said: "Now that I know the information, what are you planning? Kill me to silence me?"
Zhu Xun was momentarily stunned by Zhang Chen’s words: "You have quite the murderous inclination, jumping straight to silencing people! Is it that serious? As long as I keep an eye on you until the debate starts, making sure you don’t leak the information, it’s fine. I’m not a bloodthirsty maniac, why would I harm you? To kill over such a trivial matter would mean I’ve wasted my cultivation."
Zhang Chen fell silent at these words, relaxing his grip on the scissors in his sleeve slightly, but still didn’t dare to loosen up completely: "So, what are your plans?"
"I’m in need of a scribe to grind ink for me. Could you do that for me tomorrow?" Zhu Xun looked at Zhang Chen, speaking in a questioning tone, but one that didn’t allow refusal.
Zhang Chen naturally had no choice since the person before him had a much stronger presence than Fox Fairy Nannan.
"We’ll eat and sleep together for the day, and separate before the debate begins." The Young Master said as he lay down directly on Zhang Chen’s bed.
"That’s my bed!" Zhang Chen protested irritably.
"It’s mine now! Whether by age or seniority, I’m your elder, surely you can’t make your elder sleep on the floor?" Zhu Xun lay on the bed, speaking smugly: "I’m your master’s cousin, so I’m your elder, and sleeping here is rightfully mine."
Zhang Chen was speechless but didn’t argue: "I have a question; aren’t you afraid I’ll tell everyone afterward? You’ll be cursed by the world?"
"Who are you? Just an unknown insignificant person. Who do I represent? I represent the Academy! Who do you think the world will believe? If you spread the truth, unknown passersby might think you’re slandering the Academy and beat you to death. You’re not that foolish, are you?" Zhu Xun spoke with evident pride.
This feeling of standing on moral high ground was quite enjoyable!
But for Zhang Chen, it was infuriating.
"Words carry little weight." Zhang Chen sighed, then infused his dagger with the Light of the True God, finally feeling at ease enough to sleep.
He could tell that Zhu Xun didn’t practice Martial Dao. If she intended harm, it would likely be the Yin Spirit Technique, and his Light of the True God could buy him time to wake up.
On the bed, Zhu Xun listened to Zhang Chen’s gradually calming breath, and shook her head secretly: "Does he really trust me this much?"
But she didn’t overthink it, since Xie Lingyun and Xie Xuan were watching, she couldn’t lose face.
After two hours, Zhang Chen woke up needing to relieve himself. Groggily standing up, he looked at the Young Master on the bed, and was stunned.
The ’jade body’ of the Young Master sprawled out, sleeping soundly, completely unclothed.
Standing at Zhu Xun’s bedside, Zhang Chen’s eyes widened in disbelief: "Zhu Xun is a woman? The renowned Young Master is a woman?"
Especially upon seeing the ample bosom that would put ninety-nine percent of women to shame, Zhang Chen was dumbfounded.
The Young Master Zhu Xun seemed to sense the odd atmosphere. Cultivators are sensitive to atmosphere; she suddenly opened her eyes, noticing Zhang Chen staring directly at her, seeing even blood trickling from his nostrils. She was flabbergasted, then nonchalantly said to Zhang Chen: "What are you gawking at, kid? Want me to make you happy?"
The audacious words left Zhang Chen speechless, subconsciously wiping his nosebleed.