Jun You Yun Chapter 73 English Translation

“Game?” Su Baiyi was confused.

Feng Wan’er simply closed her eyes. “Come on, I’m ready.”

Only then did Su Baiyi understand, his face flushing slightly. He bowed to Feng Wan’er, “Aunt, I take my leave!” With that, he turned to the door, opened it, and was about to step out, but as soon as the door opened, an unseen force abruptly pushed it shut again. Su Baiyi snapped his head around to see Feng Wan’er gently shaking her sleeves, looking at him with disappointment.

“The maiden has feelings, but the young man is indifferent. How disheartening.” Feng Wan’er shook her head gently.

Su Baiyi instinctively reached for his waist, but his hand grasped nothing. The longsword that always hung there was gone. Feng Wan’er raised her right hand, holding the Junyu sword. She sighed softly, “Since I could never forget that man, of course I would remember his sword as well. How could the inheritor of the Junyu Sword be so weak?”

“So Aunt has been pretending all along,” Su Baiyi felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

“I wasn’t pretending. I really do like you.” Feng Wan’er said. In a flash, she appeared before Su Baiyi. As he tried to escape, she pressed the sword against his shoulder, then yanked him back, throwing him onto the bed. She drew the Junyu sword and pointed it at the now immobilized Su Baiyi. “It’s a pity you don’t like me.”

Su Baiyi was scared out of his wits. “Aunt, what do you intend to do?”

“If you don’t like me, then I don’t want you to like anyone else either,” Feng Wan’er’s sword slowly moved downwards, inch by inch. “Tell me, if I were to strike with this sword, would you still have the ability to love another, even if you wished to?”

Su Baiyi cried out desperately, “Aunt, I do love you! I’ll do anything you want! Now, pretend to be paralyzed, close your eyes, and I’ll try again!”

Feng Wan’er was taken aback for a moment, then she smiled charmingly, “Are you truly that man’s disciple? He was a refined gentleman, how could he have taught such a shameless disciple like you?”

“Everyone was deceived by my master’s appearance.  When it comes to shamelessness, I’ve only learned the basics from him!” Su Baiyi exclaimed.

“Alas.” Feng Wan’er raised her sword.

“Aunt, have mercy!” Su Baiyi’s voice was now tinged with tears.

“Wan’er, stop messing around.” A slightly tired voice suddenly sounded.

Feng Wan’er lowered her sword and shrugged, “Do you know, you’ve been hiding here for three months, and for three months I haven’t been able to bring such a handsome young man back. Today I finally found one, can’t you let me play a little longer?”

Su Baiyi finally let out a sigh of relief, but after looking around the room, he couldn’t find the other person. He hurriedly said, “Thank you, senior, for saving me.”

“We finally meet. Although you are very different from what I imagined,” the tired voice continued, as if each word was a struggle.

“Senior, you know me?” Su Baiyi asked, puzzled. “How am I different?”

“You’re too weak.” Feng Wan’er put away the Junyu Sword, unblocked Su Baiyi’s acupoints, and returned the sword to him.

Su Baiyi retrieved his sword and quickly retreated to the door, one hand on the hilt. “Aunt, that was a sneak attack just now. If I had really had a firm grip on my sword, it wouldn’t be certain who would have won.”

“Oh? Then why don’t you try again…” Feng Wan’er smiled.

“Aunt, forgive me.”Before Feng Wan’er could finish, Su Baiyi leaped towards her, the Junyu sword flashing from its sheath. Feng Wan’er’s brow furrowed as she prepared to counter, but suddenly a figure appeared before her. The person extended two fingers and directly clamped Su Baiyi’s longsword, saying indifferently, “Your sword drawing technique is passable.”

Su Baiyi tried to push his sword forward, but after a lot of effort, the longsword didn’t budge. He then tried to pull it back, but again, the sword remained still. He said helplessly, “Who are you, senior? Why did you bring me here?”

“I should be the one asking you that. Xie Kanhua’s disciple, what are you doing in my Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm?” The man flicked his fingers, sending Su Baiyi stumbling backward. Su Baiyi steadied himself with his sword and carefully examined the man in front of him. The man was handsome, in fine clothes, looking about the same age as Xie Kanhua, tall with an extremely pale complexion. , and the more Su Baiyi looked, the more familiar he seemed. After a long scrutiny, Su Baiyi came to a conclusion, “Are you Feng Zuojun’s old man?”

“Father’ will suffice. No need for ‘old.’ My name is Feng Yuhan, I’m the Sect Master of Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm,” Feng Yuhan said, then coughed lightly.

“Weren’t you said to have disappeared?” Su Baiyi asked, puzzled.

“If I hadn’t disappeared, we wouldn’t be meeting here.” Feng Yuhan narrowed his eyes. “You know my son?”

“Senior Brother Feng and I are both disciples of the Academy. He joined much earlier than me, so I address him as Senior Brother,” Su Baiyi said respectfully with his head lowered. “I’m also very curious, Sect Master Feng, how do you know me? Could it be that you also frequently correspond with my master, and have been keeping an eye on my growth since childhood?”

Feng Yuhan shook his head, “Three years ago, I heard about you from the Confucian Sage. Before that, I had always thought Xie Kanhua was already dead.  It’s a long story, so let’s not dwell on it.  Why have you come to Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm?”

“He came together with the third young master of the Xie family,” Feng Wan’er stepped forward and said. “It must have been arranged by Xie Kanhua. Could Xie Kanhua also be in that carriage? If he truly has come, this situation might take a turn for the better.”

“My master was taken away by Shanglin Heavenly Palace and did not come with me,” Su Baiyi shook his head. “The one who brought us here is Senior Brother Feng. Senior Brother Feng is also in that carriage.”

Feng Yuhan was shocked. “What! He’s back?”

“A major event has occurred at home, and his father’s whereabouts are unknown. Of course he had to come,” Su Baiyi looked puzzled. “Is there a problem?”

“No, you must leave quickly.” Feng Yuhan shook his head, “What use is it for him to come? Before, when he was at the Academy, the second brother and the others didn’t dare to act rashly. But now he’s come back up the mountain by himself, isn’t he walking right into their trap?”

“Four of us have come on this journey,” Su Baiyi explained. “Senior Brother Feng, as well as Senior Brother Xie, who is the third young master of the Xie family, Xie Yuling. There’s also my senior sister, the personal disciple of the Confucian Sage and the inheritor of the sword technique of Second Senior Brother Nan Yulou, Nangong Xi’eri!”

“A bunch of children, don’t waste your lives in vain. Hurry down the mountain!” Feng Yuhan turned his head to Feng Wan’er and said, “Since Xie Kanhua isn’t with them, quickly send them down the mountain.”

“Sect Master Feng, you really don’t have much faith in us young people, do you?” Su Baiyi suddenly laughed. “Besides, among the four of us, there’s also me. I am—”

“The inheritor of the Book of Immortals,” Feng Yuhan finished for him.