Chapter 1321
Ye Yu’s expression couldn’t help but grow heavy.
In that moment, he even wanted to pat Luo Shu on the shoulder in comfort.
He was a senior, after all.
And now, because of his grandniece’s tangled romance, he was facing life-and-death danger—who wouldn’t feel unbearably wronged in his place?
But in the end, Ye Yu didn’t do it.
Patting a dog’s shoulder was a bit inappropriate.
He’d offer comfort with words in a moment.
However, before Ye Yu could speak, Luo Shu’s expression suddenly changed. He peered ahead and murmured, “Such pure Ancient Sword qi.”
Ye Yu turned to look as well.
A gleaming sword light streaked across the sky, then cut back at an angle and charged straight toward them!
Mm, this aura... feels familiar!
Wait—that seems like Heng Xuanzhen’s martial aunt, Zhu Cangwen!
Yes—this sword light was Zhu Cangwen.
When she stopped steadily before Ye Yu, a bloodthirsty smile surfaced on her icy face.
“Kid, I don’t know why you suddenly appeared here with a dog at your side, but enemies meet on a narrow road. I told you—now that we meet again, I’ll see you dead!”
Without the slightest hesitation, that black divine sword reappeared in her hand.
As she drew to strike, Luo Shu snapped coldly, “Insolent Zhu Flayskins, stand down!”
At those words, surprise flickered in Zhu Cangwen’s eyes, and her hand paused.
She stared at Luo Shu for a long moment, incredulous. “You’re the Guardian Great Saint, Luo Shu?”
“So what if I am? Get lost. Unless you want to fight here and ruin your new skin-suit.”
Luo Shu suppressed his aura to the utmost, yet stood squarely in front of Ye Yu.
That figure was small, but in Ye Yu’s eyes, it felt weighty as a mountain.
Once again, Ye Yu felt the full weight of the title “Great Saint.”
With just a few words, he cowed Zhu Cangwen.
Perhaps this was the old generation’s authority and presence.
Just as Ye Yu was sighing inwardly, Luo Shu’s voice sounded in his sea of consciousness.
“Kid, be ready to grab me and run at any time! I’m just seeing if I can bluff her. If I can’t, we have to bolt—fast. Got it?”
Black lines filled Ye Yu’s head.
So you’re not confident either?
“Nonsense. My cultivation’s fallen to New God Realm—what confidence could I have? All we can do is pray this woman’s cautious and won’t probe blindly, or I’ll be exposed for sure!”
While transmitting this by heart-voice, Luo Shu tilted up his dog chin a fraction, doing his best to look imperious.
But it’s awfully hard for a pug to pull that off.
Zhu Cangwen’s expression shifted through shades.
After a few breaths, her wrist flicked, and the black longsword vanished.
“No wonder Heng Xuanzhen’s still alive—you’ve already thrown in with Tongtian Pavilion.”
“Heh. The Ancient Sword Gorge Divine Alliance has truly lost face.”
“Great Saint, I’ve only just awakened and my strength is lacking. Once I’ve stabilized, I will certainly come seek your instruction!”
She turned back into a streak of sword light and faded from sight.
In short: came in a rush, left in a rush.
Seeing this, Luo Shu let out a long breath and patted his chest with a paw.
“Scared the hell out of me!”
“Good thing the bluff worked, or the two of us would be in real trouble!”
While marveling at how narrow the path is for enemies, Ye Yu also began to thank Luo Shu.
“Much obliged, Great Saint. But why did you call her Zhu Flayskins?”
Luo Shu blinked. “It’s not just me—everyone in the God Realm calls her that. She is Zhu Flayskins.”
Ye Yu’s curiosity only deepened.
So he urged Luo Shu to explain clearly.
Luo Shu didn’t hide anything and laid out the origin of “Zhu Flayskins.”
Ancient Sword Gorge had always styled itself righteous, claiming the mission of eradicating aberrations from the Lower Three Realms—sounded lofty enough.
But in truth, some people in the Divine Alliance did things more vicious than Underworld fiends.
Among them, Zhu Flayskins was a textbook example.
It’s said that when she was born in the human world, a physician diagnosed her as congenitally deficient—unlikely to live past twenty.
Yet with such a fate of early death, she forcibly lived five hundred years in the human world.
The root cause was that Zhu Flayskins was born into a cultivating family.
After hearing the diagnosis, her family didn’t give up. They worked desperately to find a way for her to live.
Hard work pays off.
They found a method—though it went against the will of heaven.
But that wasn’t important. What mattered was that Zhu Flayskins could go on living.
From that day on, her clan sought out children with outstanding roots and talent, raised them, and kept them for Zhu Flayskins to use.
Use them how?
The answer was simple: body snatching.
Since I’m born deficient, I’ll find someone else’s body to patch my flaws.
And so, every so often Zhu Flayskins would perform a possession, using another’s body to cultivate her own Dao.
At first, once every ten years; later, every twenty, then thirty.
Zhu Flayskins proved with strength that she was worth the investment.
Centuries later, she ascended to the Celestial World and became an immortal.
By that stage, her immortal body had fully transformed; she no longer needed to possess anyone to survive.
You could say her congenital flaw had been completely resolved.
But so what?
Zhu Flayskins had long since grown accustomed to possession.
She liked the feeling of controlling a prodigy’s body—it was better suited to honing her sword.
Every body offered a unique insight into the sword.
And that was exactly the feeling Zhu Flayskins—Zhu Cangwen—wanted.
The habit continued even into the God Realm.
Even after joining the Ancient Sword Divine Alliance, Zhu Cangwen still replaced her divine body every thousand years.
Everyone knew it.
It wasn’t that no one tried to dissuade her—she simply never listened.
Small fry couldn’t sway her; the big shots had no time to bother.
Everyone has their own Dao and their own fate.
The strong devour the weak—this world has always been thus.
And as Zhu Flayskins grew stronger and stronger, everyone chose not to see it.
They treated it as if nothing had ever happened.
After listening, Ye Yu nodded thoughtfully and looked again toward the place where Zhu Cangwen had disappeared.
“Wait, that’s not right. Wasn’t Ancient Sword Gorge destroyed back then? How is she still alive? And how do you know her?”
Luo Shu’s face turned rather odd.
Ye Yu had just opened his mouth to press further when a stab of pain shot through his palm.