Quick Wear: An honest man is always criticized for forced love

The next morning, Shen Jun was awakened by a loud noise. He opened his eyes in a daze and found that Qi Qingchuan had stood up, put on his clothes and was about to go out.

The loud noise continued, and Shen Jun couldn't help but call out to Qi Qingchuan, "Um... did something happen outside?" Shen Jun asked in a hoarse voice.

Qi Qingchuan looked back at him and said slowly: "Your junior brother who is a fool." Qi Qingchuan's tone was light, but Shen Jun could easily hear the anger in his tone.

Shen Jun struggled to stand up from the bed but found that the spiritual power in his hands bound him and prevented him from leaving the bed.

Qi Qingchuan's back had disappeared from his sight, and Shen Jun panicked again. He had been so obsessed with completing tasks to lower his blackening value these past few days that he had forgotten for a moment that he was being held hostage by Qi Qingchuan in public.

Qingping must have gone crazy looking for him outside. This kid is stubborn and has been impatient since he was young. I guess he must have suffered a lot in the past few days when I disappeared in order to find him.

Helplessly, Shen Jun could only listen to the noise outside and worry. The spiritual power in his hands seemed to be alive, and would tighten as long as Shen Jun struggled.

The range of movement was getting smaller and smaller. Shen Jun could only stop his hand movements temporarily and tilt his head to carefully distinguish the sounds coming from outside.

On the other side, before Qi Qingchuan could make a move, the starling had already flown out and started fighting with Qingping.

Qingping actually found this place a long time ago. After all, this is Qi Qingchuan's home, so Qingping naturally knew that people were brought here.

However, the barrier set up by Qi Qingchuan was not so easy to break. In addition, the matter at Qingyue Mountain was not over yet, and Shen Jun was not there, so all the responsibility fell on Qingping alone.

Qingping could only think of ways to break the formation while running back to Qingyue Mountain to deal with things in the mountain.

Originally Qi Qingchuan thought that this fool would leave on his own in a few days since he couldn't break the formation, but Qingping's perseverance was beyond Qi Qingchuan's imagination.

He came here almost every day, and would make a fuss if he couldn't break the formation, but Qi Qingchuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and just let him be.

Who would have thought that today, with Qingping's unremitting efforts, the formation actually allowed him to create a crack.

Seeing Qi Qingchuan appear, Qingping raised his sword to temporarily restrain the annoying starling, then turned to Qi Qingchuan and shouted, "Stinky fox! Give me my brother back!"

"Get out of here now, or don't blame me for being rude to you." Qi Qingchuan suppressed his anger and looked at Qingping, warning him.

Qingping raised the blade and held it in his backhand, aiming it at the starling's throat.

The mynah bird screamed twice in fear but did not ask for help. "Let my brother out, or I will kill him!" Qingping threatened viciously with a ferocious look.

But who would have thought that just as he finished speaking, the starling transformed into a human actually rushed straight into Qingping's sword. For Qi Qingchuan, he was willing to die.

Qingping's sword was knocked forward a few inches by a huge force before he could put it away. He stared with wide eyes at the man who turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the air the moment he hit the sword.

Only then did Qingping realize that the person he had been fighting with for a long time was just an illusion created by Qi Qingchuan.

Qingping put away his sword and frowned slightly. He looked at Qi Qingchuan, his tone still angry: "Don't play tricks! Hurry up and return my brother to me, otherwise I will blow up your house to rescue my brother even if it costs me my life!"

"Really? What can you do to me if I don't return it?" Qi Qingchuan's tone was still calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

After hearing this, Qingping knew that this man was unwilling to return the person to him, so he said no more. He slowly took two steps back and stood half a meter away from the barrier.

Some little demons who came to watch the fun gathered in front of the house and were pointing and talking at Qingping. This man came here almost every day, and the little demons just found it novel.

But almost no one or monster believed that this young swordsman could break the barrier so easily, so they just watched coldly, and for a while no one took action to stop him.

Until Qingping raised the sword and slowly cut his palm, letting the blood on his palm flow down and slowly gather on the ground to form a pattern like a auspicious cloud.

Qi Qingchuan frowned slightly. Qingping was actually willing to set up a bloody formation for Shen Jun.

Although the blood formation is very powerful, it is a life-threatening act for the person who sets up the formation. Therefore, although it is famous, there are very few people who are willing to risk their lives to set up the formation.

Is Shen Jun so important to him? Qi Qingchuan thought about it, and a sour feeling spread in his chest, gradually devouring the little rationality that Qi Qingchuan had left.

Qi Qingchuan waved his sleeves, and a puff of green smoke rose from his palm. The smoke gathered in Qi Qingchuan's palm, condensed, and slowly formed a cold black sword. A blood-like light from the center of the sword meandered upward and gathered at the hilt.

Qi Qingchuan held the sword in one hand and stood tall. The sword energy surged and made a clanging sound as if it had substance.

The little demons who were watching the fun immediately sensed the pressure from the sword in the air and fled in all directions.

Qingping's palms were bleeding when he saw Qi Qingchuan was willing to take out the sword Xuantian, which he had only heard of in legends and belonged to the demon kings of all generations.

It seemed that he was going to get serious with him, but Qingping was not afraid at all. He raised his hand again and cut his palm which was almost bleeding.

The blood flowed on the ground in a winding manner, as if drawing a huge auspicious cloud pattern on the ground with consciousness. The moment the lines closed, the formation was completed.

Just as Qingping was about to activate the formation, he saw Qi Qingchuan raising his sword and flying over the barrier.

Qingping was chanting a spell while distractedly fighting with Qi Qingchuan.

There is a huge gap in strength between the two men. Qingping is no match for Qi Qingchuan at all, but he still insists on activating the formation.

Seeing this, Qi Qingchuan's handsome eyebrows couldn't help but twist together, and he looked like he was angry.

"Idiot, even if it's a blood formation, you're still far from being able to break my formation." Qi Qingchuan said as he stabbed out with another sword.

Unexpectedly, Qingping suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and the blood formation exploded in an instant, with blood beads flying all over the sky, which actually loosened the barrier for a moment and tore a crack.

The crack only opened for a moment before it slowly began to heal. Qingping looked at the crack and saw a figure flying in. Only then did he feel relieved and concentrate on pestering Qi Qingchuan.

The door was broken open, and Shen Jun thought it was Qi Qingchuan who came back, so he turned around to look.

The joy in his eyes cooled the moment he saw who was coming, but then another emotion similar to excitement rose up again.

Shen Jun stood up from the bed, knelt on both knees towards the visitor, and performed the disciple's salute seriously. "Master!" Shen Jun shouted.

At the door, a straight and thin figure stood there. A pair of cloudy eyes on his wrinkled face slowly lowered his head and looked at Shen Jun who was kneeling on the ground.

The man who came had an immortal look, white hair and beard, holding a Qingyun sword. He was one of Shen Jun's four masters - Tan Zhixianzun.

Tan Zhi walked up to Shen Jun, helped him up, and with a wave of his hand, he cut off the spiritual power that was binding his hands and feet.

"Master is late. Let's go. I'll take you away from here," Tan Zhi said with some excitement in his tone.

Shen Jun subconsciously wanted to refuse when he heard this. After all, Qi Qingchuan hadn't really done anything to him during this period of time. Since his master was still alive, the rumors about him framing the four masters would of course be self-defeating.

If it weren't for Qi Qingchuan, he wouldn't be alive today...

After a few seconds of hesitation, Tan Zhi couldn't wait to reach out and pull Shen Jun. Shen Jun was startled by his master's action and felt a little strange for a moment.

"Are you and the other three masters... all okay?" Shen Jun still felt a little worried and confirmed with Tan Zhi.

Tan Zhi seemed to be afraid of something, and he pulled Shen Jun's arm and wanted to leave anxiously, "Let's talk about it after we return to the mountain gate. Now you come with me first."

Shen Jun was pulled by him, and before he could struggle he was wrapped up by spiritual power. Shen Jun's eyes went dark and his body collapsed. Before leaving, Tan Zhi looked at the bed in the room.

The next second, a stream of spiritual power cut through Shen Jun's palm, and blood flowed out from there.

Tan Zhi took the blood and restored the wound to its original state. He supported Shen Jun, splashed the blood on the head of the bed and then helped him leave.

Before the barrier was completely sealed, Qingping saw two figures flash out from it, and he understood what was going on. However, while he was distracted, Qi Qingchuan stabbed his right arm with a sword.

Qingping's body shook, and the next second he was wrapped in a white mist and disappeared instantly.

Qi Qingchuan then realized that he had been tricked. He turned around and quickly returned to the room, but found that the person on the bed had disappeared...

The string of reason in his mind suddenly snapped. Qi Qingchuan looked at the empty bed. An unknown fire quickly rose in his chest, burning Qi Qingchuan to the brink of a rampage.

Xuantian flew out in an instant and broke the bed made of spiritual jade into pieces. Qi Qingchuan's deep brown eyes instantly turned into a dark red color like fireworks.

He looked at the head of the bed, where a pool of blood was flowing, which had not yet dried...

That spiritual power bound the spiritual veins in Shen Jun's body. If he wanted to break free, he had to endure the severe pain and risk breaking his spiritual veins to use his spiritual power to break free.

Is he going to leave even if it means hurting himself? Does he really not want to be with me? Shen Jun?

As Qi Qingchuan thought about this, a self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. The strength in his hands faded, and Xuantian was thrown to the ground with a clanging sound.

"Heh... You can't run away, Shen Jun, don't ever think about escaping from me..." Qi Qingchuan's spiritual energy was running wild. He murmured these words in a low voice, not knowing who he was speaking to, and slowly raised his head to look at the sky in the distance.

"No matter where you run to, I will catch you...Shen Jun."