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Chapter 52 – Strange Occurrences

Chapter 52: Strange Occurrences

 

Long Ling looked at the small pink ball in his palm, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized something, leaning closer to his phoenix, “What’s wrong, Phoenix?”

 

His voice carried a hint of amusement as he casually added, “Are you shy, or feeling… amorous again?”

 

The little phoenix: “…”

 

Returning to human form, the phoenix looked at Long Ling expressionlessly. His face, now pale, had acquired a slight blush at some point. Though his expression remained cold, in Long Ling’s eyes, it added a contrasting cuteness.

 

But apart from that… there seemed to be nothing unusual about his phoenix.

 

Long Ling stared at Su Muluo from left to right, asking, “Doesn’t the phoenix feel strange to you?”

 

“Not at all,” Su Muluo replied, “I won’t let you touch my feathers next time.”

 

Long Ling: “!”

 

Upon hearing this, Long Ling immediately clung to his phoenix, looking aggrieved, “I didn’t do anything wrong, yet the phoenix blames me.”

 

How could he know that touching the phoenix’s feathers would make them so fluffy and his face so red? But it did look quite nice.

 

Thinking this, Long Ling added, “The phoenix feathers turning pink are actually quite cute.”

 

Su Muluo: “Not at all, they’re ugly.”

 

He still preferred his own bright white feathers.

 

So next time, this dragon shouldn’t touch his feathers again.

 

After a while, Su Muluo felt the heat on his face gradually fade away and looked at Long Ling, “Is my face still red?”

 

Long Ling replied, “No, it’s not.”

 

He had thought that touching the phoenix’s feathers too much might make it amorous, but now it seemed it just changed color.

 

But in the phoenix clan, not allowing others to touch their feathers wasn’t for this reason—in their eyes, feathers were extremely precious. Only when they truly liked someone and had opened their heart would they reveal their feathers for them to touch.

 

So when his phoenix let him touch its feathers, it was a complete trust in him.

 

Thinking of this, joy bubbled up in Long Ling’s heart again, unable to help but chuckle and hug his phoenix tightly.

 

Su Muluo didn’t want him to hug him, pushed him away, and said, “You just said you’d pinch my tail.”

 

Long Ling froze for a moment upon hearing this, then innocently looked back at his phoenix.

 

Su Muluo wasn’t buying it, squinting at him and saying, “I want to pinch your tail!”

 

Long Ling locked eyes with him for a few seconds before saying, “Does the phoenix really want to pinch my tail?”

 

“I do!” Su Muluo grabbed his hand and said, “You promised, no backing out!”

 

He had let this dragon touch his feathers.

 

And now the feathers were all pink!

 

Seeing that Su Muluo still looked a bit reproachful, as if he were looking at a scoundrel, Long Ling couldn’t help but laugh, embracing his phoenix from behind and saying, “The phoenix should think it over… Pinching the tail also holds special meaning for the dragon clan.”

 

He said it so mysteriously that Su Muluo just thought he was making excuses and didn’t quite believe him, asking, “What meaning?”

 

Long Ling smiled faintly, leaned close to Su Muluo’s ear, and said slowly, “Pinching the tail can make dragons more… in bed—”

 

He deliberately lowered his voice for the last few words, almost whispering into Su Muluo’s ear.

 

Su Muluo: “…”

 

Su Muluo: “???”

 

He felt his ears burning!

 

Immediately, he angrily patted Long Ling’s head several times.

 

Long Ling burst into laughter, blinking innocently and saying, “So if the phoenix wants to pinch the tail now, I can let the phoenix pinch it as many times as you want.”

 

Su Muluo huffed, “Go away!”

 

He didn’t want to deal with this dragon anymore!

 

Feeling like he was about to explode from anger, especially when he remembered that he had let this dragon touch his feathers several times just now… he became even more furious!

 

Meanwhile, Long Ling was still laughing smugly, thoroughly enjoying himself.

 

After silently watching him for a while, Su Muluo said softly, “Are you happy?”

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

He had a bad feeling and quickly suppressed his laughter—but it was too late.

 

A minute later, this dragon who had angered his phoenix was kicked out of the room with a pillow, looking extremely resentful.

 

 

Inside a dark cave, heavy and painful gasps echoed. A golden dragon hovered at the deepest part of the cave, blood flowing from a deep wound on its abdomen, slowly healing at an extremely slow pace.

 

“Such a pity,” a voice devoid of emotion sounded beside the golden dragon, “if this continues, you’ll die, and this wound won’t heal properly.”

 

The golden dragon gasped heavily, filled with intense unwillingness and anger in its voice, “If only my strength had fully recovered—”

 

“Your lack of strength led to provocation, which was foolish,” the voice interrupted, “Moreover, by the time you recover, they will also recover. Right now, you are no match for them.”

 

The golden dragon fell silent.

 

The cave remained quiet for a few seconds before the voice spoke again, “Let’s cooperate. I’ve said it before, you should cooperate with me.”

 

“…”

 

The golden dragon struggled visibly for a while before finally asking, “Who are you exactly? What is your purpose?”

 

“I know who I am, and you know it well,” the voice said. “As for the purpose… it’s quite simple.”

 

“I just want to stay alive, that’s all.”

 

 

The next afternoon, Su Muluo and Long Ling went out together. Last night, Long Ling was kicked out of his room and stood guard for a minute. Today, he clung to his phoenix when he got up, unwilling to let go.

 

“Phoenix always bullies me,” Long Ling said, “Phoenix is so bad.”

 

Su Muluo glanced at him and said nothing.

 

The look in his eyes meant, “Do you think I care about your complaints?”

 

Long Ling clicked his tongue lightly, took Su Muluo’s hand, and tucked it into his own pocket.

 

The two arrived at the coffee shop. Since Su Muluo had contacted Qiansui in the morning, the shop was not yet open and Qiansui was not there either.

 

They arrived on time, but there were already several people waiting outside the shop—Zheng Hechun and Liu He were there, along with a young man and woman, and an older man who appeared slightly older than Zheng Hechun.

 

“Mr. Su!” Liu He waved to Su Muluo. “We’re over here!”

 

Su Muluo walked over and said, “Sorry for being late.”

 

Zheng Hechun smiled, “Not at all. You and Lord Long Ling arrived on time. We were just too eager and came early.”

 

As he spoke, Su Muluo’s gaze had already swept over the three beside him—though the young man and woman seemed to have decent cultivation levels, what interested him more was the older man.

 

Standing beside Su Muluo was his dragon, and these three clearly knew. Facing the real dragon, although the young man and woman tried to remain calm, their faces still showed obvious fear, while the old man remained calm, as if accustomed to storms and waves.

 

In addition, his cultivation was the highest among the outsiders present, at least higher than any human cultivator Su Muluo had encountered.

 

Zheng Hechun introduced the three to Su Muluo and Long Ling. The old man was named Fan Huai, and the young man and woman behind him were siblings, the brother named Zhou Yang and the sister named Zhou Lu, both following Fan Huai.

 

“Mr. Fan has no official position in the Bureau of Extraordinary Beings , but he is currently the foremost cultivator and our backbone,” Zheng Hechun said respectfully. “The current head of the headquarters is Mr. Fan’s son.”

 

Su Muluo hadn’t expected someone of such high status to be sent by the headquarters. He nodded slightly at Fan Huai and said, “Pleased to meet you.”

 

Fan Huai smiled and said, “I dare not claim much. What I have to offer is insufficient compared to Mr. Su and Lord Long Ling.”

 

His gentle and calm tone made people feel warm and close.

 

Su Muluo looked at the foremost cultivator and knew that among human cultivators, those with higher cultivation levels also had longer lifespans. Fan Huai appeared to be over sixty, but his actual age could be several times that.

 

He should be a human who had lived for at least two hundred years… such individuals were rare nowadays.

 

Thinking this, Su Muluo opened the door of the coffee shop and invited everyone inside.

 

“Would you like some coffee?”

 

Inside the coffee shop, Fan Huai shook his head. “I don’t want to trouble Mr. Su. Besides, I’m too old to enjoy what these young people drink.”

 

He declined, and Zhou Yang and Zhou Lu behind him dared not speak. Su Muluo glanced at Zheng Hechun, who smiled and took out a thermos cup containing his red date and wolfberry soup.

 

Liu He also remained silent, just like the Zhou siblings, completely unwilling to speak in front of Mr. Fan… although she still wanted to drink the coffee brewed by Mr. Su.

 

Since none of them wanted coffee, Su Muluo glanced at his dragon and said, “Go pour some water.”

 

Before he finished speaking, the thermos cup in Zheng Hechun’s hand tilted slightly, and Zhou Yang and Zhou Lu behind Fan Huai almost simultaneously said, “No need, no need! Please sit down, we’ll do it!”

 

Are you kidding? How could they dare to let a real dragon pour water for them!

 

That’s too terrifying!

 

After saying this, the siblings ran to pour water, and Liu He followed suit. Su Muluo looked at them, hung a sign at the door saying “Closed Temporarily,” to prevent anyone from coming in and disturbing them.

 

Afterwards, they sat in the coffee shop. Fan Huai looked around and brought up a relaxed topic, saying, “Mr. Su’s coffee shop must be doing well, I presume?”

 

Su Muluo replied, “Not really.” After all, it’s been closed for several days, which is quite worrying.

 

Fan Huai was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat and said, “Well, things should be better after that.”

 

Su Muluo said, “I hope so.”

 

With that, the topic came to an end. After thinking about it, Fan Huai decided to come clean. “Su Muluo, Long Ling, I don’t know whether they can do a more difficult task.”

 

Actually, the last time at Suyuan was a great opportunity to confront the Golden Dragon, but unfortunately, he was caught up in memories at that time, and his dragon was concerned about him, allowing the Golden Dragon to escape… After that, this Golden Dragon is likely to be even more cautious.

 

Fan Huai said, “We plan to gather all the forces of the Bureau of Extraordinary Beings to search for his whereabouts. Once found, we will immediately send out the elite of the Bureau of Extraordinary Beings to set up an ambush—by then, we hope Mr. Su and Lord Long Ling will join us.”

 

Su Muluo looked at Long Ling, intending to ask his dragon’s opinion, but Long Ling’s face was heavy, with a cloud of gloom in his eyes.

 

“What’s wrong?” Su Muluo leaned closer and whispered, “Do you disagree?”

 

Long Ling glanced at his phoenix, then after a moment, said, “No, I’ll listen to the phoenix.”

 

Though his tone was calm, Su Muluo felt something was amiss. He gently tugged at his sleeve and asked, “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

 

“I’m fine,” Long Ling held his hand and said, “The phoenix doesn’t need to worry about me.”

 

His words only increased Su Muluo’s concern. He quickly decided to end the conversation with Fan Huai and said, “Alright, please inform us if there’s any news.”

 

Fan Huai also sensed something amiss between them, smiled and said, “Very well. Thank you, Mr. Su and Lord Long Ling. We won’t disturb you any longer. Goodbye.”

 

They quickly left.

 

The coffee shop quieted down. Su Muluo turned his gaze back to Long Ling, worried. “What’s really going on?”

 

His dragon was clearly not okay.

 

Su Muluo raised his hand to touch Long Ling’s forehead, but Long Ling grabbed his wrist and rested his head on Su Muluo’s shoulder.

 

“I’m fine,” Long Ling whispered softly, “Phoenix, let’s go back.”

 

His words only deepened Su Muluo’s unease, but he didn’t say anything more. He just held Long Ling’s hand tightly and said, “Okay.”

 

After a moment, they returned to their rental house. Long Ling’s face grew increasingly dark, his brows furrowed tightly, and he remained silent.

 

However, no matter how Su Muluo asked him, he wouldn’t respond or would just say “it’s nothing”. Finally, Su Muluo became anxious and said, “If you don’t speak up, I’ll ignore you!”

 

Worried, he stared closely at Long Ling. Long Ling, seeing how flustered his Phoenix was because of him, felt a pang in his heart and said, “I—” 

 

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt dizzy and closed his eyes.

 

Su Muluo immediately supported him, asking, “Are you dizzy? Do you have a headache or are you sick?”

 

The next moment, his vision spun, and before he could react, Long Ling pressed him down onto the sofa.

 

Su Muluo blinked in surprise, meeting Long Ling’s eyes, only to notice a hint of crimson tinting those dark golden eyes… like blood.

 

“Long Ling?” Su Muluo felt an extremely bad premonition, grabbing Long Ling’s shoulders with trembling voice, “You—”

 

Before he could finish, Long Ling silenced him with a kiss that carried a breath of plunder, almost leaving him breathless.

 

At the same time, Long Ling pinned his hands above his head with such strength that Su Muluo couldn’t move.

 

“Wait, Long Ling…” Su Muluo struggled to say amidst the restraint, but Long Ling frowned disapprovingly, using a belt to tie his wrists and gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at him.

 

The cold and forceful gaze was completely different from Long Ling’s usual demeanor. Su Muluo’s heart pounded, fearing that something very bad was about to happen…

 

Long Ling lowered his head, burying his face into his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

 

Then he hugged his Phoenix tightly, closed his eyes, and fell asleep without a word.

 

Su Muluo: “…”


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Chapter 39 – I don't know what to say today, so let’s perform a good breakup for everyone.

Chapter 39 – I don’t know what to say today, so let’s perform a good breakup for everyone.

 

He Zhanzhou met Xiao Shiqing’s gaze without flinching. “Your Majesty, are you going with Prime Minister Xiao?”

 

Zhao Qi glanced at He Zhanzhou, then at Xiao Shiqing, caught in a familiar dilemma. He thought he had made it clear enough to He Zhanzhou, but apparently, He Zhanzhou didn’t think so. It would be better to resolve this quickly; otherwise, it could lead to endless trouble.

 

“Prime Minister, indeed, Longzhou and I have private matters to discuss,” Zhao Qi said. “Would you mind returning first?”

 

“In that case—” Xiao Shiqing sat back down. “Go ahead.”

 

He Zhanzhou: “…”

 

Zhao Qi: “?? Although I call you ‘brother,’ you really don’t treat yourself as an outsider!”

 

Xiao Shiqing picked up his teacup leisurely. “Your Majesty has private matters that I shouldn’t know about.”

 

“If Prime Minister wants to hear, I’ll just say it straight,” He Zhanzhou said. “His Majesty and I have already…”

 

Zhao Qi rushed forward and covered He Zhanzhou’s mouth. “We already have a horse named ‘Perhaps.’ I’ll introduce it to the Prime Minister when there’s a chance.”

 

He Zhanzhou chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Zhao Qi’s palm. Zhao Qi gave him a meaningful look, silently warning him to shut up.

 

Is this person out of his mind? Can he really tell Xiao Shiqing about such things? If he wants others to know, he might as well write an 800-character essay detailing that night and post it all over the capital.

 

Xiao Shiqing narrowed his eyes and placed the teacup down heavily. “Finished?”

 

Zhao Qi nodded like a chick pecking at rice. “Finished, finished.”

 

Xiao Shiqing stood up. “Let’s go then.”

 

“Alright.” Zhao Qi let go of He Zhanzhou’s hand and gestured a warning throat-cutting gesture at him.

 

He Zhanzhou was quite displeased, muttering softly, “Your Majesty listens to Prime Minister too much.”

 

Zhao Qi rolled his eyes. Of course, I have to listen. What’s the consequence of opposing Xiao Shiqing? The original work made it very clear.

 

Following Xiao Shiqing to the door, Zhao Qi paused and turned back. “The injury on your shoulder…”

 

He Zhanzhou smiled. “It’s nothing, just a minor wound.”

 

“I have medicine in my quarters. I’ll have someone send it to you later.”

 

On the way back to his palace, Xiao Shiqing remained silent, while Zhao Qi was still digesting the fact that he had been slept with by his good brother and didn’t feel like talking much either.

 

Upon arriving at Yonghua Palace, Zhao Qi said, “Thank you, brother, for escorting me back.”

 

Xiao Shiqing lowered his gaze, observing, “You’ve spoken less today compared to usual.”

 

Curious, Zhao Qi asked, “Do I usually talk a lot?”

 

Xiao Shiqing paused, then continued, “What’s really going on between you and He Changzhou?”

 

At the mention of this, Zhao Qi grew uneasy, “There’s nothing going on.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s eyes darkened slightly, his voice soft but firm, “Zhao Qi, don’t lie to me. Otherwise, I will… be very angry.”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated briefly, then denied firmly, “I haven’t.”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded lightly, “Very well, go then.”

 

Late into the night, Zhao Qi lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He couldn’t shake He Changzhou from his mind. Unable to sleep, he stared at the characters he had written: Rong, Li, He, Xiao. The circles above “Rong” and the crosses above “He” seemed ironic the more he looked at them.

 

He tried to visualize He Changzhou’s face in his memories, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.

 

Unexpectedly, He Changzhou appeared quite sunny and innocent, yet he had uttered such predatory words in bed! Was Zhao Qi blind to have dismissed him so readily?

 

However, He Changzhou’s words had triggered something in Zhao Qi. If it was just drunkenness, he wouldn’t have reacted so strangely—feverish, short of breath, craving for someone else’s touch… It felt almost like the effects of Longing Love Potion he had once encountered with Rong Tang.

 

Could it be that he, too, had been affected by an aphrodisiac back then?

 

The more Zhao Qi thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. But thinking alone wouldn’t suffice; he needed evidence.

 

Early the next day, Zhao Qi instructed Jiang Dehai to prepare several jars of wine. He intended to drink heavily that night.

 

Jiang Dehai was surprised, “Your Majesty said drinking affects your duties, and you swore off alcohol.”

 

“I don’t want to drink; I want to conduct an experiment.”

 

“An experiment?”

 

Zhao Qi nodded, “I want to see what I’ll do when I’m drunk.” He couldn’t accept the idea of becoming aroused while intoxicated. Just in case, he instructed, “Tonight, guard Yonghua Palace. Don’t let anyone in, no matter who they are.”

 

Jiang Dehai hesitated, “What if the Prime Minister insists on seeing Your Majesty?”

 

“I’ll drink later tonight. The Prime Minister shouldn’t be visiting me in the middle of the night.”

 

When Zhao Qi went to pay respects to Empress Dowager Wen, he unsurprisingly met Princess Jiayan. There was no affection between him and this half-sister, who had grown up in the distant Xuchun Garden on the outskirts of the capital. They had met only a handful of times. Today, Empress Dowager Wen had summoned Jiayan to Cian Palace regarding the matter of the Crown Prince of Western Xia.

 

“Let’s get straight to the point,” Empress Dowager Wen said, “Jiayan, did you visit the Imperial Garden during the Longevity Festival banquet?”

 

Jiayan twisted her handkerchief nervously, “I… I…”

 

Impatiently, Empress Dowager Wen interrupted, “What’s there to hesitate about? Just tell the truth.”

 

Since Empress Dowager Wen had asked, Jiayan knew her actions had been discovered. There was no point in denying it. She lowered her head and admitted, “Yes.”

 

Zhao Qi asked, “Was the note received by Prince Zhaonan also written by you?”

 

Jiayan blushed slightly and whispered, “Yes.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen furrowed her brow, “As an unmarried princess, meeting a young man privately tarnishes the family’s reputation. Where did you learn your manners?”

 

Jiayan quickly knelt down, “I know my mistake, please forgive me, Your Majesty.”

 

Seeing Jiayan’s panicked state, Zhao Qi couldn’t help but speak up for her, “Prince Zhaonan didn’t know it was Jiayan who invited him. It doesn’t tarnish our reputation. Besides, wanting to meet your future husband-to-be is natural. Mother should understand.”

 

At the mention of “future husband,” Jiayan blushed even deeper.

 

Zhao Qi teased, “From the looks of it, Sister seems quite fond of Prince Zhaonan. How about it, is he your ideal type?”

 

Jiayan blushed and replied reluctantly, “Your Majesty…”

 

Zhao Qi wasn’t surprised by Jiayan’s reaction. Although Li Chisu was flirtatious, he did have the charm to attract women. Jiayan was young and inexperienced with men, naive even. It wasn’t surprising she was captivated by Li Chisu’s allure.

 

Empress Dowager Wen chuckled coldly, “Unfortunately, even if you like him, he may not return your feelings. I have mentioned marriage to him several times, but he always finds excuses to evade. It seems you’re just wishful thinking.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was kind to Zhao Qi but harsh to other illegitimate children. It was normal; it was difficult for even two biological siblings to get along, let alone biological and non-biological children.

 

Jiayan bit her lip, her face alternating between red and white, her eyes tinged with red.

 

“If he’s not interested, just forget it,” Zhao Qi comforted her, “Li Chisu isn’t such a good man that anyone would want to marry him. Sister, don’t worry, three-legged frogs are hard to find, and men with two legs are plentiful. Later, Your Majesty will choose a better one for you.”

 

Jiayan forced a smile and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

 

After discussing these matters, Zhao Qi got down to business, “On that day in the Imperial Garden, did you see anyone?”

 

Jiayan recounted everything she had seen and heard at the time to Zhao Qi.

 

During the palace banquet, Jiayan was supposed to dine with the wives and concubines of the nobles in the side hall. She bribed a eunuch to deliver a message to Li Chisu and disguised herself as a palace maid to go to the Imperial Garden.

 

“I hid in the shadows and planned to leave after a quick glance at the prince. Unexpectedly, I ran into Second Brother and a young man in white…”

 

Zhao Qi asked, “Was that young man in white exceptionally handsome, like a celestial descended to earth?”

 

Jiayan wondered, “How did Your Majesty know?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen said lightly, “Because that man is your brother’s lover.”

 

Zhao Qi equivocated, “His former lover—so Prince Huai recognized you?”

 

“No, I kept my head down the whole time, and Second Brother seemed lost in thought. He thought I was just an ordinary palace maid and ordered me to fetch two cups of sober tea.”

 

“Did you take it?”

 

Jiayan shook her head, “I was very afraid at that time, afraid that Second Brother would recognize me. I just replied ‘yes’ and left immediately, without going back.”

 

Zhao Qi continued, “What about the Crown Prince of Xixia? Have you seen him?”

 

Jiayan replied, “I have not.”

 

Zhao Qi pondered for a moment, “I see. Jiayan, since you rarely return to the palace, stay a few more days before returning to Xuchun Garden.”

 

Jiayan politely declined, “Thank you, Your Majesty, but Jiayan is accustomed to living in other palaces. I feel uncomfortable in the palace.”

 

Zhao Qi didn’t want to force her, “Alright, stay as comfortable as you wish.”

 

“Wait,” Empress Dowager Wen interjected, “Jiayan disguised herself as a palace maid and met privately with a man outside, violating the palace rules. I have to impose a punishment.”

 

Jiayan admitted honestly, “I know my mistake and will accept whatever punishment the Empress Dowager decides.”

 

“Then you shall be confined to your chambers for a month and copy the ‘Virtues of Women’ a hundred times as a minor punishment.”

 

Jiayan softly responded, “Yes.”

 

Zhao Qi felt uneasy about this and handed tea to Empress Dowager Wen, saying, “Mother, Jiayan hasn’t committed a serious offense, and she has provided me with valuable information. Consider this as making amends. Perhaps the punishment…”

 

Empress Dowager Wen cut him off, “The Emperor should focus on state affairs. There is no need for you to worry about matters in the harem.”

 

Zhao Qi was dissatisfied, “But the harem is mine, and Jiayan is my sister. Don’t I have the right to decide on such a trivial matter?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen looked at him in surprise, “Qier…”

 

“In my opinion, she can skip copying the ‘Virtues of Women,’ and her confinement can be reduced to five days. Let’s settle it this way.”

 

Although Empress Dowager Wen’s expression was displeased, she said nothing more.

 

After breakfast, Jiayan and Zhao Qi walked together. Yunxiu noticed Empress Dowager Wen’s furrowed brow and asked, “What is troubling the Empress Dowager?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen sighed, “Qier has always been obedient to me. This is the first time he has defied my wishes so strongly.”

 

Yunxiu smiled, “This shows that our Emperor is finally acting like an Emperor. Wasn’t this what you hoped for?”

 

“Indeed, but I still feel uneasy.”

 

Yunxiu advised, “Empress Dowager, please rest assured. However firm the Emperor may appear, his respect and filial piety towards you will not diminish.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen chuckled softly, “I am not worried about that. Let’s take it step by step.”

 

Zhao Qi accompanied Jiayan for part of her journey. Jiayan was feeling down and somewhat fearful of him, walking beside him in silence. Zhao Qi, inexperienced in comforting girls, awkwardly said, “Don’t take what Mother said to heart.”

 

Jiayan softly replied, “Jiayan dares not.”

 

Zhao Qi tried to keep the conversation going, “What do you usually do in Xuchun Garden?”

 

“I read and do embroidery. Occasionally, I visit the consorts,” Jiayan said as they walked, suddenly stopping in her tracks and staring ahead blankly.

 

Following her gaze, Zhao Qi saw—

 

Here he comes, Li Chisu with his charming demeanor!

 

Li Chisu also spotted them and approached slowly.

 

“Your Majesty,” Li Chisu bowed to Zhao Qi and looked at Jiayan, “Who is this…”

 

Jiayan snapped out of her daze, her long lashes trembling slightly. She curtsied, “Princess Jiayan greets Your Highness.”

 

“So you are Princess Jiayan,” Li Chisu smiled gently, “I am honored to meet you.”

 

Zhao Qi frowned slightly and discreetly positioned himself in front of Jiayan.

 

It was strange. Before meeting Jiayan, Zhao Qi had no objections to her and Li Chisu’s engagement. But now, seeing her obvious fondness for Li Chisu, he couldn’t help but worry for this naive girl.

 

Wake up, girl. You can’t handle this level of scoundrel!

 

Li Chisu noticed Zhao Qi’s reaction and his eyes twinkled even more warmly, “From now on, my eyes can only see Your Majesty.”


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Chapter 51 – Entrusting You

Chapter 51: Entrusting You

 

Su Muluo’s voice was very low, almost inaudible towards the end.

 

This was triggered by seeing his own clan members fall thousands of years ago and the thought that arose after his dragon was severely injured and lost its bones.

 

He wanted to be with his dragon.

 

He didn’t want to lose anyone else.

 

Long Ling was stunned for a moment after hearing this. His vision was excellent, and even in the night, he could see his own phoenix’s fair face slowly turning crimson. Suddenly, it seemed like he finally reacted, tightly grasping Su Muluo’s hand.

 

“Phoenix… Are you serious?”

 

His tone carried disbelief and hesitation, but more prominently, it was joy that he couldn’t conceal—not because of what was about to happen between them, but because his phoenix was willing to entrust himself to him… His phoenix liked him.

 

Su Muluo lowered his head, his face burning hot, saying nothing.

 

He felt too embarrassed to repeat such words a second time, but Long Ling didn’t need him to say it again. Afraid that his phoenix might regret it, he hugged Su Muluo tightly.

 

“This is what the phoenix said,” Long Ling said, “the phoenix cannot go back on its word.”

 

He couldn’t contain his joy, lightly biting the corner of Su Muluo’s mouth without waiting for him to say anything, sticking close to him affectionately.

 

Su Muluo looked at the dragon clinging to him, turned his head away, and after a moment, whispered softly, “No regrets.”

 

He wanted to be closer to his dragon, to feel its warmth and breath, to have it.

 

Anyway, he just wanted to be with his dragon.

 

Long Ling’s eyebrows curved upwards, gently lifting the phoenix’s face and leaving a tender and lingering kiss on his lips.

 

The kiss was still gentle, like drizzle and wind, but when the kiss ended and Su Muluo met Long Ling’s dark golden eyes, he couldn’t help but pause.

 

Long Ling’s eyes were too deep, like a fierce beast staring at its delicious prey—though on the surface they still held tenderness, underneath was an undisguised, surging possession and aggression like dark tides.

 

This predator-like gaze made Su Muluo belatedly sense danger. He instinctively moved back, trying to evade Long Ling’s gaze.

 

But before he could react, Long Ling pressed him firmly against his chest, leaving him nowhere to escape.

 

“Where is the phoenix going?” Long Ling lightly nibbled Su Muluo’s earlobe, whispering softly, “The phoenix promised me just now, it won’t back out.”

 

His tone remained gentle, like murmurs between lovers, yet his eyes were dark and profound, akin to a monarch surveying his domain, firm and controlling, not to be disobeyed.

 

“The phoenix… is mine now.” Su Muluo: “…”

 

Only now did he realize the trap he had dug for himself.

 

 

Three days later.

 

The phone at the bedside glowed faintly, receiving several messages. In the dim room, the light seemed unusually harsh.

 

The bathroom door opened, and Long Ling walked out holding his phoenix. They both carried the warmth from their bath. Long Ling was spirited, while Su Muluo was drowsy, leaning against Long Ling’s shoulder, sound asleep.

 

Back in bed, annoyed by the faint light from the phone, Su Muluo muttered discontentedly and buried himself deeper into his dragon’s embrace.

 

Long Ling gently stroked his back, freeing a hand to turn off the phone. He didn’t bother with the messages, preferring to lie in bed with his phoenix, pulling up the blanket to ensure his phoenix wouldn’t catch a chill.

 

The warmth of the blanket made Su Muluo instinctively snuggle closer, his body relaxed from the bath, emitting a pleasant fragrance that made Long Ling reluctant to let go.

 

He held his phoenix, occasionally running his fingers through the soft hair, or lightly brushing against the phoenix’s soft cheek. Every part of the phoenix seemed perfect to him, leaving him unwilling to part.

 

He was like a fierce dragon guarding his most precious treasure in a dark cave, his dark golden eyes fixed firmly on the treasure before him, unwilling to look away, and not allowing anyone else to covet it.

 

Once everything settled, he would take his phoenix back to the mountains.

 

Long Ling teased a strand of Su Muluo’s hair with his fingertips, inhaling his pleasant scent, already planning.

 

Finding a place where no one would find them, where no one would disturb them… spending every day like this with his phoenix.

 

He envisioned it beautifully, already planning what his phoenix liked and how to build a splendid house for him.

 

 

Hours later, Su Muluo stirred lightly in Long Ling’s arms, slowly waking up.

 

“Phoenix,” Long Ling immediately cuddled up affectionately, nuzzling against him, and smiled, “How did you sleep?”

 

Su Muluo: “…”

 

Still groggy from just waking up, he was soon awakened fully by Long Ling’s nuzzling, silently gazing at the dragon.

 

As a phoenix, his physical resilience was exceptional, so even after those three days, he didn’t feel any discomfort upon waking… but being in bed with Long Ling was another matter altogether.

 

Thinking about how he had been pinned down by his dragon… and seeing how refreshed Long Ling looked now, he angrily bit into his shoulder.

 

Long Ling immediately lowered his head and kissed Su Muluo’s forehead.

 

Su Muluo: “?”

 

Taking advantage of him again??

 

Too much!

 

He pulled the blanket away immediately, turned around, and faced away from Long Ling.

 

Long Ling: “Phoenix—”

 

Before he could finish, Su Muluo snatched the blanket from his side, not leaving him any.

 

Long Ling fell silent for a few seconds, then reached around the blanket from behind to embrace Su Muluo, trying to slip into his phoenix’s warm nest.

 

“Phoenix, I’m cold,” Long Ling said expressionlessly. “I might freeze to death.”

 

Su Muluo responded flatly, “Then freeze to death.”

 

This dragon had tough skin and thick scales. Even if he were thrown into the snow, he wouldn’t freeze.

 

Feeling unfairly treated, Long Ling complained, “Phoenix, you’re so mean. Weren’t you clinging to me just now?”

 

“It’s all because of you,” Su Muluo turned his head, angrily patting his head. “I don’t want to talk to you. Go away!”

 

Long Ling immediately grabbed his hand and took the opportunity to snuggle into the blanket, wrapping his arms around Su Muluo’s waist.

 

Caught off guard again, Su Muluo clicked his tongue and pulled the blanket over his head, curling up motionless in the nest.

 

Long Ling approached him slowly, lifting a corner of the blanket.

 

Su Muluo patted him.

 

“Pheonix, it’s my fault,” Long Ling admitted very obediently, “Pheonix, please don’t be angry. I promise I won’t do this again next time, okay?”

 

Su Muluo glanced at him.

 

Now he was acting all obedient, but when it came to the critical moment, he would show a different side.

 

He didn’t want to pay attention to this dragon.

 

“Pheonix, Pheonix—” Long Ling dragged out the end of his words, rubbing against his Pheonix, “It’s my first time, I lack experience, so there might be things that Pheonix isn’t satisfied with. I promise, next time I’ll stop when Pheonix says stop, I’ll do whatever Pheonix likes, please forgive me.”

 

He lightly nibbled on Su Muluo’s earlobe, showering him with sweet words. Su Muluo was slightly amused by his coaxing and glanced at him slowly.

 

Long Ling noticed his Pheonix’s softened attitude, immediately planted a kiss on his softly smiling face and said, “Pheonix looks the best! Pheonix, I like you the most!”

 

“…I don’t like you.” Su Muluo muttered, turning his head away.

 

He threw half of the blanket back to Long Ling’s side.

 

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Long Ling’s mouth. He knew that even if his Pheonix was upset with him, it wouldn’t last long.

 

Moreover, he had indeed gone too far this time, especially later on.

 

But it seemed Pheonix liked it too, especially towards the end…

 

With these thoughts in mind, Long Ling couldn’t help burying his face in Su Muluo’s shoulder, savoring the scent that he loved so much.

 

He loved Pheonix.

 

Loved him to death.

 

Su Muluo looked at this dragon and after a while, he patted his head and asked, “How long has it been?”

 

He didn’t really remember the time, but it felt like a long while, at least a day.

 

“Three days,” Long Ling replied.

 

Su Muluo fell silent.

 

Seeing that his Pheonix seemed to want to scold him again, Long Ling quickly hugged him tightly, bowed his head and apologized, “I’m sorry! I promise I won’t do this again next time!”

 

“…” Su Muluo said, “There won’t be a next time!”

 

Then he pulled the blanket over himself again.

 

Long Ling: “???”

 

This sentence from Pheonix was like a bolt from the blue for him. He immediately wanted to plead with Pheonix pitifully—also at this moment, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang, a call came in.

 

Su Muluo poked him from under the blanket, “You answer it!”

 

He just realized that the pajamas he was wearing were a bit loose, actually belonging to Long Ling, so he poked Long Ling again.

 

Long Ling obediently let him poke, picked up the phone, and found it was Liu He calling.

 

He immediately clicked his tongue and said, “It’s this woman again, why does she always disturb Pheonix?”

 

Su Muluo knew who he was talking about and said, “Liu He is our contact at the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs. It’s probably something related to the anomalies—and she hasn’t been bothering me all that much.”

 

Long Ling snorted and answered the call without saying anything.

 

“Mr. Su!” Liu He didn’t know who picked up the phone this time, and asked anxiously, “I’ve been messaging for days and you haven’t replied. Are you okay?”

 

“He’s fine,” Long Ling answered.

 

Liu He: “…”

 

Liu He: “??!”

 

There was a “bang” on the other end, followed by Liu He’s painful cry, and then a series of clattering noises… It was very lively.

 

Su Muluo poked his head out from under the blanket and asked, “What’s going on?”

 

Because Long Ling had put the call on speaker, Liu He also heard his words. She immediately said, “It’s nothing! It’s just, just fell down… a little.”

 

She struggled to get up from the ground, coughed, and resumed calmly, “It’s like this, Mr. Su. The monsters that were detained by the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs for attacking humans before… all died.”

 

Su Muluo was slightly surprised, and heard Liu He continue, “They didn’t commit suicide, but were remotely controlled to death by someone. So we suspect they were under the command of the person you mentioned before, forming a covert organization.”

 

“But strangely, in recent days, there have been no more incidents of monsters attacking people anywhere. We were planning to capture some troublemaking monsters again for interrogation, but we haven’t found an opportunity yet.”

 

While Liu He was speaking, Long Ling was casually playing with Su Muluo’s hair beside him. Su Muluo pressed his hand down and said to Liu He, “It’s probably because he was seriously injured by my dragon. He probably won’t come out again for a while.”

 

Upon hearing this, Liu He was instantly overjoyed and said, “So that’s it! Has Lord Long Ling already confronted that person?”

 

She had courageously asked Su Muluo for Long Ling’s name before, after all, always addressing a real dragon as “this” or “that” was a bit awkward.

 

Su Muluo noticed that Long Ling’s hand, which he had pressed down, was still scratching him lightly. He patted Long Ling several times as if nothing had happened and said to Liu He, “Yes, but we still need to be careful. He definitely won’t give up easily.”

 

“Okay, I will report to headquarters and we will remain vigilant,” Liu He said, “But Mr. Su, can I ask about the true identity of that person?”

 

Su Muluo remained silent for a moment and said, “He is a golden dragon.”

 

Liu He: “…”

 

As Su Muluo had anticipated, after he said this, Liu He on the other end fell into a dead silence.

 

After a while, she finally seemed to recover and spoke slowly, “Is, is that so…”

 

She paused slightly, then weakly added, “But thinking positively, at least he’s no match for Lord Long Ling…”

 

“That’s not certain,” Long Ling wrapped Su Muluo’s hand in his palm, playing with those slender fingers, and said lightly, “During our previous battle, he mentioned that his strength has not fully recovered. Although it’s unclear whether that’s true, it also means he has the potential to become stronger.”

 

Liu He: “…………”

 

There was another deathly silence on Liu He’s end.

 

After many peaceful years in the human world, mythical beings like real dragons had long been thought to have disappeared from their eyes. No one had ever expected that true dragons would reappear in the world, and not just one, but even causing great disturbances among humans… For a while, Liu He was completely dumbfounded, even feeling that she should have been a salted fish; why did she come to such an advanced plane?

 

Su Muluo waited for a moment and asked, “Are you still there?”

 

“…Yes, yes,” Liu He’s voice this time was smaller, more weakly and breathlessly, “Thank you, Mr. Su. I will report this information to headquarters… But there’s one more thing I want to tell you in advance.”

 

Su Muluo said, “Go ahead.”

 

Liu He paused for a moment and said, “After I reported your words earlier, headquarters took it very seriously. They’ve sent people down here to meet with you and Lord Long Ling, and to discuss how to handle this crisis.”

 

“I wonder if you and Lord Long Ling would be willing to meet with them? Can I arrange a meeting for them to see you?” 

 

As soon as she finished speaking, Long Ling immediately gripped Su Muluo’s hand tightly, looking displeased.

 

Don’t go to the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs!

 

Su Muluo locked eyes with him for a few seconds and said, “Can I choose the location?”

 

“Certainly, both the location and time are up to you!” Liu He replied eagerly.

 

After thinking for a moment, Su Muluo said, “Then let’s meet tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock in my coffee shop.”

 

Liu He exclaimed happily, “Great! I’ll go inform them right away, and I’ll contact you again closer to the time!”

 

Su Muluo then hung up the phone and looked at his dragon, asking, “How strong do you think that person is?”

 

“He’s very strong, probably three or four points less than me,” Long Ling said, “I can’t kill him, but he definitely can’t defeat me.”

 

Su Muluo sighed, “He said his strength hasn’t fully recovered… But to be honest, neither of us has fully recovered our strength.”

 

Part of his power was still sealed, and Long Ling, having recently hatched, certainly wasn’t as strong as he was a thousand years ago.

 

The golden dragon had said his strength hadn’t fully recovered, but facing Long Ling, he was also not at full power.

 

Yet more than this person, Su Muluo was concerned about what his self from a thousand years ago had left him—the final seal and the secrets of the heavenly path.

 

Long Ling rested his chin on Su Muluo’s shoulder and said, “Pheonix, don’t worry. Whatever happens, I’m not afraid of him.”

 

Su Muluo cautioned, “Still, we need to be careful and not underestimate him.”

 

He didn’t know how the golden dragon had managed to injure his dragon thousands of years ago, but from their recent encounters, it was clear this person wasn’t straightforward.

 

Long Ling responded with an “oh,” looking at his Pheonix. After a while, he said, “I remembered something.”

 

Su Muluo asked, “What is it?”

 

Long Ling said earnestly, “Pheonix, haven’t you let me touch your feathers yet?”

 

Su Muluo replied, “…”

 

He immediately tried to shake off Long Ling’s hand, but Long Ling held on tightly.

 

“Pheonix promised to let me touch his feathers!” Long Ling insisted, “Pheonix, you promised! Now you’re going back on your word, I’m not happy!”

 

Then he buried his head back into Su Muluo’s body, rubbing against him. After a while, he transformed back into a black dragon and coiled around Su Muluo, staring at him without blinking.

 

Extremely stubborn.

 

Su Muluo sighed, “…”

 

He glanced at the dragon for a moment, then turned his head slightly and whispered, “Fine, you can touch them.”

 

The black dragon exclaimed, “Ah!”

 

Long Ling immediately transformed back, looking delighted as he eagerly eyed Pheonix.

 

He had been longing to touch Pheonix’s feathers for a long time!

 

They looked so good to touch!

 

Su Muluo felt like this dragon was just trying to take advantage of him, so he sighed and reverted to his original form.

 

He appeared very honest, like a proper gentleman—yet his hand was already raised, touching the beautiful feathers of the little phoenix.

 

As expected, the phoenix’s feathers were light and soft, like clouds and fine silk. Long Ling curled his lips slightly, feeling the phoenix in his palm warm, like a small flame, not burning but enough to warm his hand.

 

Little Phoenix: “Chirp.”

 

“Just a touch!”

 

Long Ling wasn’t satisfied at all: “Just once.”

 

Little Phoenix: “Chirp chirp chirp!”

 

We agreed on just one touch!

 

It angrily spread its wings wide.

 

Long Ling remained unfazed, quickly touching its wing.

 

Little Phoenix: “???”

  

The little phoenix flew up angrily and pecked Long Ling.

 

Long Ling let it peck him, since the phoenix’s pecks didn’t hurt. He gently gathered the little phoenix in his palms and said, “Can I touch a few more times?”

 

Little Phoenix: “Chirp!”

 

No, you can’t!

 

With a twist of its head, very principled.

 

Long Ling thought for a moment, smiling, “If the phoenix lets me touch its feathers, I’ll pinch its tail.”

 

Little Phoenix glanced at Long Ling suspiciously.

 

Long Ling: “I’m not lying, it’s true.”

 

The little phoenix thought silently for a moment, probably thinking the deal was quite favorable, and softly chirped.

 

No touching too much.

 

Otherwise, I’ll peck you.

 

Long Ling: “Got it, got it.”

 

He obediently agreed, then touched the little phoenix again.

 

The little phoenix stayed quietly in Long Ling’s hands, letting him touch its feathers four or five times.

 

It was also the first time it let someone touch its feathers, feeling strange but not uncomfortable… overall, very strange.

 

After a while, the little phoenix tilted its head and even felt a bit sleepy.

 

But soon, this drowsiness vanished, replaced by an even stranger feeling.

 

Little Phoenix: “…”

 

At the same time, Long Ling also noticed something odd about his phoenix.

 

Because as he touched it, for some reason, the little phoenix’s originally pristine white feathers… suddenly took on a light pink hue.

 

Long Ling: “?”

 

He looked at the little phoenix in surprise, and it met his gaze for a few seconds.

 

Silently, it buried its little head among its feathers, becoming a fluffy ball.

 

But the feathers turned even pinker.

 

Like a little pink dumpling.

 

Long Ling: “…”


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Chapter 90 – Restored memories

Chapter 90 (Extra 13)

 

In the hot spring pool, a man with jade-like golden skin leaned against the edge, his thick, long lashes closed. Wisps of mist curled around his curly tail submerged in the faint rising steam, enveloping him.

 

The man’s face was pale, his eyes unusually dark, sitting motionless in the hot spring pool.

 

Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind.

 

The steps were somewhat heavy, suppressing their breath.

 

Jiuying observed the scene by the hot spring pool, where damp vapors floated, the figure within the mist vaguely visible. His fair and slender back was smooth as jade, silver long hair lazily dr4p3d over his shoulders and neck. A red glass bead earring on his left ear swayed with the rise and fall of his chest.

 

“Bian Rang, are you feeling better now?” Jiuying didn’t hear any bathing sounds from the hot spring pool, after a moment’s thought he approached and asked gently.

 

He didn’t dare to come closer, standing a yard away from the hot spring, softly speaking, afraid of startling the person inside.

 

Bian Rang turned his head at the sound, lifted his eyelashes, and looked at Jiuying.

 

After meeting Bian Rang’s pitch-black gaze from the north river, Jiuying’s heart skipped a beat, his throat tightening with every breath. He parted his lips and murmured Bian Rang’s name, “Bian Rang.”

 

Bian Rang suddenly stood up from the water, water droplets cascading along his chest, swirling mist seemed to rush towards them, startling Jiuying who turned away, unable to look at him.

 

“You… dry yourself quickly, don’t catch a cold,” Jiuying’s voice trembled softly.

 

Since awakening in Northern Plains, Bian Rang had lost all memories and much of his cultivation.

 

After Jiuying brought him out of Northern Plains, they settled in Sanxu Mountain.

 

This was where Jiuying had wanted to settle a hundred thousand years ago, and now he finally had the opportunity to bring Bian Rang here.

 

The footsteps behind them grew closer, and Jiuying’s heartbeat grew more erratic. Just as he was about to speak, a pair of immaculate arms as pure as snow suddenly wrapped around his chest from behind.

 

Bian Rang lowered his head, resting it on Jiuying’s back.

 

His breathing slowed, tension causing his arms to tremble slightly as he reached up to grasp Bian Rang’s hand.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

Bian Rang didn’t speak. The moment he saw this person in Northern Plains, tears fell from his eyes, overwhelmed with intense sorrow.

 

They seemed to have known each other for a very long time, but Bian Rang had no memory of him.

 

Seeing Bian Rang silent, Jiuying turned around, fearing he might catch cold, and picked up the clothes nearby to help Bian Rang put them on.

 

Bian Rang remained silent throughout, his eyes fixed on him, causing Jiuying’s face to flush slightly.

 

As he held Bian Rang’s hand, it felt abnormally cold, perhaps a remnant of his revival in Northern Plains. When they rested at night, Jiuying would use his legs to warm Bian Rang’s feet and keep his hand against his chest.

 

“Are you still cold?”

 

Bian Rang shook his head.

 

Jiuying reached out to touch Bian Rang’s head, but his arm suddenly froze. After a moment of hesitation, he summoned his courage and gently traced his fingertips down Bian Rang’s face.

 

Even though Bian Rang was no longer the tyrant of a hundred thousand years ago, a faint apprehension still lingered in Jiuying’s heart. He tentatively touched Bian Rang’s cheek, finding no resistance, which emboldened him to continue caressing this face deeply etched in his mind.

 

Closing his eyes, he felt the contours of Bian Rang’s face with his fingers: the not-too-thin eyebrows, the straight bridge of his nose, the delicate tip, and the thin lips.

 

When his fingertips touched the corner of Bian Rang’s mouth, Bian Rang suddenly opened his mouth, gently taking his finger into his mouth. Startled, Jiuying opened his eyes.

 

The dim light of the candle cast a romantic haze over the two figures, creating an intimate atmosphere.

 

Jiuying’s voice was hoarse, “Bian Rang.”

 

Bian Rang still held his index finger in his mouth, his lips slightly parted, asking in a clear voice, “Have we met before?”

 

“Mm.”

 

“How did we meet?”

 

Jiuying hesitated, speechless for a moment, the surroundings suddenly quiet as a pin drop.

 

Seeing Jiuying’s silence, Bian Rang lowered his head, gently biting down on Jiuying’s finger. A muffled groan escaped Jiuying’s chest as he tried to pull his finger away, but the warm sensation of Bian Rang’s lips made him reluctant to let go.

 

In the next moment, Bian Rang suddenly bit down hard, breaking his finger. He instinctively tried to pull his finger out, but fearing he might hurt Bian Rang’s teeth, he endured the pain, letting Bian Rang’s teeth sink into his flesh until they reached the bone.

 

Jiuying gritted his lips in pain, his gaze fixed on Bianrang.

 

After Bianrang finished biting, he released his mouth, a trace of blood staining his lips, an inexplicable allure that complemented the crimson jade pendant hanging from his left ear.

 

“I feel pain when I see you,” Bianrang slowly reached out to his chest, pulling open his white inner robe.

 

Jiuying lowered his head and only when he drew near did he notice the sword scar on Bianrang’s chest.

 

It was the scar he had inflicted with his own hands.

 

Color drained from Jiuying’s face inch by inch as he looked at the ferocious scar, his arm trembling as he hesitated to touch it, his fingers freezing in mid-air.

 

The scar left by the will of the heavens, eternal and indelible.

 

In this lifetime, it had reappeared alongside Bianrang.

 

“Does it hurt?” Jiuying’s lips trembled slightly as his voice seemed to come from his chest.

 

After so many years, this was all he could say.

 

After saying it, Jiuying felt like slapping himself.

 

How could it not hurt?

 

At that time, Bianrang had conceived a child in his spiritual platform, pierced by Jiuying’s sword. It should have hurt, deeply.

 

Bianrang looked at Jiuying’s suspended hand, his eyelids drooping. “I feel nothing.” Seeing that scar, he inexplicably felt it connected to the person before him.

 

Jiuying’s hand finally gently landed on the scar, as if burned, his fingers trembling slightly. The scar under his fingertip was clear and deep. He choked up, “I’m sorry.”

 

This apology was too late.

 

“Why?” Bianrang asked emotionlessly.

 

Jiuying didn’t want Bianrang to recall past pain. He simply said, “The scar on your heart was caused by me, Bianrang. I was wrong.”

 

Bianrang remained silent, silently watching Jiuying.

 

Seeing this person made him uneasy, besides unease, there was also deep nostalgia. In the last life, he must have loved and suffered deeply for this person.

 

He straightened his clothes, turned away from Jiuying. Jiuying looked at the back of his neck, his lips moved as if wanting to say something, but he just reached out and hugged his waist.

 

“Bianrang, you should blame me, hate me. I will try hard to earn your forgiveness.” Jiuying buried his head in Bianrang’s neck.

 

Bianrang felt the tears of the other person, falling and soaking the collar behind him. He sighed softly like a mosquito, grasping the hand resting on his waist, murmuring, “I don’t remember anything.”

 

 

When Jiuying told Bianrang they had a child together, Bianrang’s face froze. His gaze gradually lowered to Jiuying’s abdomen.

 

Though he didn’t speak, his eyes showed immense surprise, as if asking Jiuying, how could a man like you bear a child?!

 

Jiuying hesitated, explaining, “That… child is actually yours.”

 

After speaking, Jiuying saw Bianrang standing motionless, as if petrified, his expression of astonishment frozen on his face.

 

In silence for a moment, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on Jiuying’s belly.

 

As if questioning himself, how could a man like me bear a child?!

 

How could I bear a child?!

 

He had thought they were at most lovers, but he had never imagined there would be a child between them!

 

He supported his forehead with his hand, eyes slightly drooping, suppressing the shock in his heart, and asked helplessly, “Where is the child now?”

 

“He is in the Demon Realm, growing up with the Demon Lord.”

 

“Demon Lord?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

As Jiuying took Bianrang to the Demon Realm, he recounted one by one the events of Fan Yu, Jun Li, and Xie Li nurturing Xie Li.

 

Bianrang remained silent throughout, tightly pressing his thin lips, his mouth almost forming a straight line.

 

Jiuying could tell this news startled Bianrang a bit. After speaking, he obediently stayed by his side, not moving.

 

Bian Rang couldn’t help but place his hand on his abdomen, and the Jiuying’s voice quietly sounded behind him, “That child was conceived by you through the Ling Platform.”

 

Bian Rang then placed his hand over his heart, feeling through the fabric the rugged scar. Suddenly, his heart twisted painfully, and he hunched over, clutching his back.

 

The Jiuying hurriedly approached and supported him. “What’s wrong?”

 

He saw sweat bead on Bian Rang’s forehead, his brows tightly furrowed as if in extreme agony, his own heart tightening in response.

 

Bian Rang shook his head. In that moment just now, many images flashed through his mind—memories from the Middle Wasteland years ago, scenes of him and Jun Li, scenes of him and Jiuying, and finally, the scene where he touched his abdomen in the boundless black night of the Ninth Heaven.

 

His figure was surrounded by the overwhelming loneliness of the world behind him. He seemed out of place with this world, as if nowhere belonged to him to warm him.

 

As Jiuying passed through the mountains and forests, he paused and picked a handful of candies, slightly embarrassed as he explained, “The child likes sweets. Every time we meet, he insists I bring candies for him.”

 

Bian Rang lowered his eyes slightly. “Candies… How old is he now?”

 

“Now over seventy years old, transformed into a human form resembling an eight or nine-year-old in the mortal realm.”

 

“Eight or nine years old…” Bian Rang murmured.

 

If he had successfully conceived the child back then, the child would be over a hundred thousand years old by now.

 

Jiuying also thought of this point, his face darkening as he lowered his head in silence.

 

Soon, the two arrived at the Chasing Cloud Peak in the Demon Realm.

 

Since Demon Sovereign Sir Lan married into the Heavenly Realm, Chasing Cloud Peak had become even colder. There were no servants on the mountain, only Sir Lan’s two disciples, Quze and Xie Li, living there.

 

Following their aura, they found Xie Li halfway up the mountain.

 

At this moment, Quze was carrying Xie Li on his back. Xie Li lay on Quze’s back, munching on snacks and muttering something. Quze had a tense expression, showing little emotion except for occasionally responding to Xie Li.

 

Seeing Bian Rang and Jiuying appear, Quze showed no surprise. He gently set Xie Li down from his back and tactfully left them to reunite as a family.

 

Xie Li had only eaten half of the fruit in his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he stared blankly at the people before him.

 

Bian Rang took a step forward, and Xie Li’s gaze focused on Bian Rang’s face, his mouth slightly agape.

 

Bian Rang’s heart pounded like a drum, his pale face flushed with a touch of red, step by step, slowly approaching Xie Li.

 

Xie Li smacked his lips, momentarily stunned, then resumed chewing on the remaining fruit in his mouth.

 

The way this big brother looked at him was so strange.

 

It was a mixture of surprise and kindness, kindness tinged with maternal affection…

 

Whether due to blood relations or not, Bian Rang felt an inexplicable fondness the moment he saw Xie Li, wanting to touch him.

 

He reached out and gently touched Xie Li’s brow.

 

In an instant, scenes from their previous life flooded his mind.

 

Jiuying thrusting the long sword into his heart, intense vibrations resonating from his heart. The nascent spirit embryo, still undeveloped, suffered trauma, as if emitting painful cries.

 

It was about to dissipate.

 

With all his cultivation, he barely protected the spirit embryo, transforming it into a blood jade and digging it out from his heart, handing it to Jiuying.

 

But Jiuying said, “What are you pretending to be sentimental for now? I don’t want your broken bead!”

 

In front of him, Jiuying crushed the spirit embryo.


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Chapter 89 – When I return

Chapter 89 (Extra 12)

 

When the last drop of snow in the Northern Plains melted, everything fell silent. The mountains of the Northern Plains were as flawless as its snow, pure and immaculate. The undulating hills and mountains formed a continuous line, bathed in the lingering glow that gradually descended along the ridges.

 

The Northern Plains knew no nights; even after the glow faded, all was still white.

 

Arriving here, Si Lan and Haowei beheld the pristine face of the Northern Plains after the snow had melted, unable to help but exclaim in astonishment.

 

It was like a white canvas here, painting white clouds, white mountains, and a white sea, exuding a bizarre and magnificent beauty, dreamlike and ethereal.

 

Initially, they speculated that Bian Rang, upon being reborn, would enter the cycle of reincarnation and be born again. Yet Bian Rang did not follow the cycle of reincarnation; instead, he gathered his breath in the Northern Plains.

 

Following Bian Rang’s aura, they arrived at a cave in the Northern Plains, where countless starlights flickered within.

 

These starlights gathered from the ends of the earth surrounded a massive block of ice.

 

Si Lan stepped forward to examine the block of ice. Within it, faint and strange starlights emitted, converging to form a human figure.

 

He suddenly understood why Bian Rang chose to revive in the Northern Plains.

 

Silver hair, jade-like face, clad in white purer than snow.

 

Only such a pristine place was suitable for Bian Rang.

 

Si Lan looked at the figure in the ice and murmured, “After Bian Rang’s revival, I wonder what he will be like.”

 

Yu Wuxia had also revived. Si Lan had seen him twice: once when Yu Wuxia chased after a tiger and another when the roles were reversed.

 

The second time they met, something happened; the tiger growled menacingly, chasing after Yu Wuxia.

 

Yu Wuxia ran, shouting, “Master, disciple will never use the wrong medicinal oil again! I will immediately uproot all the peppermint in the mountains!”

 

“…,” Si Lan.

 

He wondered how the peppermint had provoked Jiaheng.

 

At that moment, upon hearing the words “peppermint,” Jiaheng’s anger surged. He leaped forward, biting onto Yu Wuxia’s clothes and tackling him to the ground.

 

Si Lan had originally intended to greet this master and disciple pair, but witnessing the bizarre scene, with Yu Wuxia’s clothes torn and discarded, and the tiger transformed into a human…

 

Si Lan quietly walked away.

 

He wondered if after Bian Rang’s resurrection, he would end up like Yu Wuxia, able to achieve enlightenment with his beloved.

 

Haowei glanced at Si Lan and said, “Although Bian Rang has revived this time without entering the cycle, his reformed soul will lose its previous memories.”

 

For Bian Rang, perhaps losing those memories was for the best.

 

Si Lan murmured in agreement, reaching out his hand. He intended to touch the ice, but countless starlights fell on his fingers, causing him to pause and murmur, “Jiuying will soon sense Bian Rang’s resurrection…”

 

Due to the dissolution of the Pentagram Nine Skies Formation, the souls of Dayong, Kui, and Xue Rong, who were previously trapped within the formation, returned to reincarnation. However, Jiuying chose not to reincarnate; he became a ghost, staying in the underworld, guarding his memories and waiting for Bian Rang’s return.

 

“Let’s go back.”

 

After a moment of silence, Haowei spoke.

 

Seeing Si Lan lost in thought, he couldn’t help but embrace Si Lan’s shoulder and say, “Don’t worry about them. If their fate is not over, they will meet again. If it is over, we can’t force it.”

 

Si Lan sighed, “It was my idea to help Yu Wuxia, and now he has successfully chased after Immortal Jiaheng. If Jiuying could also seek my advice, I’m sure bringing Bian Rang back would be much easier.”

 

Haowei twitched his lips slightly. Was it really because of his suggestion?

 

Why did he feel like his random idea had unexpectedly hit the mark?

 

Though he thought so, Haowei didn’t dare say it. Instead, he indulgently said, “Yeah, if you have the chance to see Jiuying, give him some advice.”

 

Si Lan nodded with a smile, turning away with Haowei. As they left, he said, “Let me tell you, chasing after Bian Rang is different from chasing after Jiaheng.”

 

“Oh?” Haowei expressed curiosity and confusion very tactfully, looking forward to an explanation.

 

“Jiaheng doesn’t like to talk. If you try to talk to him nicely, he’ll just ignore you. So the methods must be ruthless and shameless, forcing him to speak.”

 

“…,” Haowei.

 

No wonder he could come up with the move of kissing him without even acknowledging him.

 

“Bian Rang is different. Bian Rang is born as the son of heaven’s will, powerful and noble, thinking himself unmatched. Using shady means against such a person won’t work; instead, he might just slap you and turn you into cannon fodder.

 

So, to capture Bian Rang’s heart, one needs to understand that what he lacks is tender care and love. He has never experienced the life of ordinary people. Inside, he looks down upon and yet envies their lives. Therefore, if he feels the abundant care and love in life, it will definitely move his heart.”

 

Haowei originally thought Si Lan was joking, but upon hearing this, he couldn’t help but look at Si Lan seriously.

 

Si Lan indeed understood their personalities well and knew how to remedy their weaknesses.

 

Haowei couldn’t help but ask, “And what about capturing me?”

 

“You…” Si Lan’s ears turned oddly red.

 

Seeing this, Haowei became even more curious. “What about me?”

 

“Just give you two wild fruits,” Si Lan muttered under his breath.

 

“…” Haowei.

 

So, he’s only worth two wild fruits!

 

Thinking back, when they first met, he was indeed moved by Si Lan’s two wild fruits!

 

Haowei couldn’t help but grit his teeth. This “disdain” tonight needed to be dealt with properly.

 

As Si Lan left the Northern Plains, he glanced sideways at the mountain below, where a dark figure emerged from the intersecting mountain ranges.

 

Si Lan smiled faintly, thinking to himself, “I’ve already laid out the moves; now let’s see what Jiuying will do next.”

 

 

Upon hearing the disturbance in the Northern Plains, Jiuying rushed over without delay. Just as he descended to the foot of the mountain, he overheard Si Lan and Haowei talking.

 

At this moment, his eyes seemed distant, still lost in Si Lan’s words.

 

Cannot use underhanded means.

 

Must use thoughtful care and love.

 

He followed the faint starlight into the cave, surrounded by conical ice blocks emitting a chilly mist, shrouding the cave like smoke.

 

He followed the starlight until he reached the inner part of the cave and saw a massive ice pillar standing amidst the glacier.

 

The starlight was bound to the pillar, slowly merging into it and transforming into twinkling fireflies.

 

Seeing the humanoid form within the ice pillar, countless memories flooded his mind in an instant.

 

The first time he met Bian Rang, Bian Rang lifted his chin and said he was the most beautiful person in the clan, taking him away.

 

Used as a servant, placed in the Ninth Heaven, accompanying Bian Rang to watch demonic beasts fight in the arena, he played stone chess to amuse Bian Rang and to keep him from the arena.

 

To uncover Bian Rang’s weakness, he tricked Bian Rang into drinking.

 

To kill Bian Rang, he pretended to be captured.

 

 

Many past events, though over a hundred thousand years have passed.

 

But they are deeply engraved in his heart, replayed countless times in his mind.

 

“Bian Rang…”

 

Jiuying slowly approached the ice pillar, pressed his face against it, tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes. Regret, longing, pain—all these emotions tangled together. He wanted to say a thousand things, ten thousand things, but they condensed into just one sentence.

 

“I miss you so much.”

 

He really missed him. Sealed within the deep and boundless Bagua Formation, he could only endure by thinking of him.

 

 

Jiuying didn’t know when Bian Rang would awaken, so he kept vigil outside the Northern Plains, the sight of the sunrise each day being his happiest moment.

 

Because there is sunlight, it won’t snow.

 

Sometimes he would daydream outside the cave, sometimes he would talk to the person inside the ice pillar. He told Bian Rang that they had a child, and he had recently visited the demon realm to see the child.

 

The child looked a lot like Bian Rang, but his temperament was unknown, bold and unafraid even when facing such a fierce ghost.

 

Instead, the child approached him and made a deal—if he wanted to see him, he had to bring him a piece of candy each time.

 

Jiuying looked at the cavity in the child’s tooth that showed when he spoke and couldn’t help but fall silent.

 

“That child is very clever. He knows I want to see him, but I haven’t acknowledged him yet. I’m afraid that acknowledging him will burden him, letting him know… his father killed his mother…”

 

Jiuying said this, laughing at himself, so it could be considered redemption, not letting himself and the child reunite, otherwise Bian Rang would be left alone.

 

He would wait for Bian Rang to return before acknowledging the child.

 

“Actually, I also feel unworthy to be his father. If it weren’t for you dispersing your cultivation to save him, he probably would have…”

 

Jiuying choked up, his fingers slowly tracing Bian Rang’s face on the ice pillar.

 

If it weren’t for Bian Rang, the child would have been lost long ago.

 

If he hadn’t been so willful back then, pretending to crush the spiritual fetus in front of Bian Rang, Bian Rang wouldn’t have been so furious that his soul shattered. He had regretted it to the point of wanting to kill himself, but in order to see Bian Rang again, he lived as if life were worse than death.

 

More and more starlight gathered inside the ice pillar, and now Bian Rang’s features were clearly visible, exactly like the person in his memory.

 

His fingers moved inch by inch, not even feeling the pain despite his fingers turning frostbitten.

 

“Bian Rang, come back.”

 

He had really waited too long, waited for a hundred thousand years.

 

He hugged the ice pillar, pressing his cheek tightly against it, tears falling down onto the ice.

 

He fell asleep and didn’t see the starlight inside the ice pillar gradually dimming.

 

The man with silver hair and a jade-like face slowly opened his black eyelashes.

 

In an instant, the ice pillar cracked inch by inch, pieces of ice fell off and hit the ground, making a sound.

 

Jiuying woke up suddenly, turned around to look at the ice pillar, and met a pair of ink-black eyes. Jiuying was stunned, staring blankly at the person, momentarily forgetting how to react.

 

It wasn’t until the falling ice hit him that he seemed to realize something, stepping back several times in succession. The ice pillar in front of him collapsed with a crash, stirring up waves of white cold air.

 

After the cold air dissipated, the face that he remembered so deeply and could never forget was gradually revealed.

 

He staggered forward, stepping on the broken ice, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him without blinking.

 

The pale face, deep eyes and brows, thin red lips, and the distinctive vermilion glass pendant worn on the left ear.

 

“Bian Rang…”


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Chapter 88 – The master and apprentice are in love

Chapter 88 (Extra 11)

 

Yu Wuxia looked at Jiaheng, who stood by the lake, his thin clothes fluttering in the wind. The collar of his robe was slightly open, revealing half of his collarbone.

 

Yu Wuxia’s gaze slowly moved upwards and landed on Jiaheng’s face. He replied word by word, “I understand now, Master. Bound by my own obsessions, all paths lead to dead ends.”

 

A smile of approval appeared at the corner of Jiaheng’s lips.

 

Previously, Yu Wuxia had been trapped by his own obsessions, which had driven him to madness until he reached a dead end.

 

Only by transcending these obsessions could one escape the endless cycle within their heart.

 

Jiaheng clasped his hands in front of his chest, the “Amitabha” in his mouth swallowed back down, and he reluctantly lowered his hands. Years of habit had already seeped into his bones.

 

“Let’s go back.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Yu Wuxia followed behind Jiaheng. The two walked along the rugged mountain path and saw a patch of wild fruits.

 

Jiaheng, feeling a bit hungry, picked some wild fruits and took them to the stream to wash. Yu Wuxia also helped wash the fruits.

 

The rippling water reflected the figures of the master and disciple, as if the quiet time was silently flowing between them.

 

Yu Wuxia greedily enjoyed this moment of companionship, but when he thought about the many times he would spend like this with his master in the future, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve up.

 

He handed a washed wild fruit to Jiaheng. “Master, eat this one, it’s ripe.”

 

Jiaheng took the wild fruit. “Aren’t you eating?”

 

“I don’t need to.”

 

Jiaheng said nothing more and bit into the sweet and sour wild fruit, turning his head to look at the distant towering mountains. The wind between the mountains carried a scent of earth and an inexplicable muskiness.

 

When it brushed past his face, it left a warm, hot touch.

 

After finishing the wild fruit, Jiaheng realized something was wrong. The warm, hot feeling on his face wasn’t caused by the warm wind, but was radiating from within.

 

He looked down at his arm and noticed that the exposed skin had turned red. A strange emotion churned in his chest. His breathing became rapid, his eyes moist as he glanced at the wild fruits beside him.

 

Yu Wuxia followed his gaze to the wild fruits. “Master, what’s wrong?”

 

Jiaheng didn’t speak.

 

Sensing something off about Jiaheng, his breathing intermittent, Yu Wuxia couldn’t help but walk over to him. He reached out to touch Jiaheng, but was pushed away. In that brief contact, he felt the scorching heat of Jiaheng’s fingers.

 

Yu Wuxia froze for a moment, then looked back at the wild fruits.

 

These wild fruits… could there be a problem?

 

Were they hot fruits?

 

There were rumors of a type of fruit with bright and beautiful colors, which caused birds to display courtship behaviors and beasts to roar with desire.

 

“Master.”

 

Jiaheng felt like the whole world was filled with Yu Wuxia’s voice, the word “Master” echoing in his mind. In a daze, he saw Yu Wuxia reaching out to him, and his body seemed to be collapsing.

 

There was a brief moment of blankness, and when he regained consciousness, he found himself nestled in Yu Wuxia’s arms.

 

Yu Wuxia had carried him to a beast’s den, surrounded by wild grass that blocked out the sun. Weak light filtered through the long leaves of the wild grass.

 

Jiaheng opened his eyes, trying hard to see clearly, but his view was obstructed by Yu Wuxia’s enlarged face.

 

“Master, don’t hold me so tight.”

 

Jiaheng looked down in confusion, realizing that his body was out of control, his limbs tightly clinging to Yu Wuxia.

 

The places where their skin touched slightly alleviated the unbearable heat.

 

“Water…”

 

He needed to soak in water.

 

Soaking in water would help.

 

Yu Wuxia either didn’t understand his words or deliberately misinterpreted them. His fingers lightly traced Jiaheng’s red lips, his voice hoarse. “Master, here comes the water.”

 

 

Probably due to the toxins from the wild fruits, Jiaheng’s thoughts were intermittently blank. When he regained consciousness again, he found himself entangled with Yu Wuxia… The scene and the situation overwhelmed him, causing him to lose consciousness once more.

 

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he opened his eyes again.

 

His head felt like it was being torn apart, the intense pain causing his vision to go dark, making it almost impossible to see clearly.

 

His body also ached, especially the area below his tailbone and his chest.

 

Realizing this, Jiaheng suddenly became aware of something. The blood drained from his face, his dry lips moved as if to speak, but in the end, they only formed a cold, indifferent curve.

 

He heard Yu Wuxia’s contented and leisurely voice beside him.

 

“Master, sleep a little longer. It’s not dawn yet.”

 

Jiaheng remained silent, his breath chilling to the extreme. Unable to restrain himself, he sat up, intending to reprimand this disrespectful disciple below him. In the process, he accidentally touched a sensitive area on himself, causing his body to flinch in pain.

 

Yu Wuxia hurriedly got up and embraced him, saying, “Master, don’t move.”

 

It was only when Jiaheng tried to speak that he realized his throat was hoarse. “Have you… grown tired of living?”

 

Yu Wuxia suppressed a smile. Even when his master was angry, throwing a tantrum like this was also quite adorable. He gently rubbed the side of Jiaheng’s face and said softly, “Master, you were the one who kept clinging to your disciple. The disciple… couldn’t push you away.”

 

“…” Jiaheng.

 

He didn’t believe a word of it.

 

Though his consciousness was fuzzy, he faintly remembered the events. Clearly, this scoundrel took advantage of the situation to…

 

The more he thought about it, the more unstable his breath became. His face turned crimson with embarrassment. Seeing this, Yu Wuxia quickly helped him relax, afraid of making him even more upset.

 

“Master, if you think your disciple did wrong, punish him. But please don’t upset yourself,” Yu Wuxia said earnestly.

 

Seeing his sincere words, Jiaheng’s anger subsided slightly. However, he still avoided Yu Wuxia’s touch and turned away from him.

 

His entire body ached, making walking difficult. His already thin white robe seemed to have disappeared somewhere.

 

Feeling awkward, he turned around, facing away from Yu Wuxia.

 

Yu Wuxia coughed softly and moved closer to Jiaheng. His voice sounded near Jiaheng’s ear, “Master, your disciple has already moved beyond attachment. I wonder when you will be able to do the same.”

 

Jiaheng paused at his words, silent.

 

Seeing his reaction, Yu Wuxia rested his hands behind his head, half-closing his eyes. Through the slender gaps in the grass leaves, he looked towards the dawning sky.

 

“Bound by attachment, everything I encounter becomes a realm. Master, your heart has also built a circle of realm, keeping your disciple outside.”

 

Jiaheng bowed his head even lower, but his eyes remained fixed and wide open.

 

What attachment?

 

If he still had attachment, he wouldn’t have taken away the relic back then, disregarding its life or death.

 

Since he transformed into a tiger and took away the relic, his Immortal, his attachment, had all disappeared.

 

At that moment, Yu Wuxia’s kiss suddenly landed on the back of Jiaheng’s neck. The familiar sensation swept over him from behind, permeating into Jiaheng’s breath.

 

Yu Wuxia held his waist, saying, “Master, as your disciple said, if you ignore your disciple, I’ll have to kiss you.”

 

“…” Jiaheng.

 

“Master?”

 

“Shut up, I want to sleep.” Jiaheng’s voice almost overflowed from his chest, his long, dense eyelashes trembling slightly.

 

A deeper smile played on Yu Wuxia’s lips as he placed another kiss on Jiaheng’s forehead. “Alright, then, Master, go to sleep.”

 

“…” Jiaheng.

 

Even though he had already given him an answer, why was there still a kiss?

 

A disciple who doesn’t keep his word.

 

Jiaheng furrowed his brow, his breathing gradually slowing down. As he drifted into sleep, his body unconsciously moved towards the embrace behind him, like a shrimp curling its back, tightly held by Yu Wuxia from behind.

 

Yu Wuxia’s hoarse voice murmured, “Master, I’ve… wanted this for a long time.”

 

Holding his master until dawn.


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Chapter 38 – I was confessed to.

Chapter 38 – I was confessed to.

 

Zhao Qi has been having trouble sleeping lately and deeply sympathizes with He Changzhou’s pain. He nodded understandingly, “I understand you.”

 

He Changzhou was taken aback, “You understand me, Your Majesty?”

 

“The imperial physician gave me a prescription recently, saying daily intake can improve sleep quality. I’ll have Jiang Dehai copy it for you,” Zhao Qi explained.

 

He Changzhou replied hesitantly, “…So I truly thank Your Majesty for that.”

 

“Wait,” Zhao Qi’s lengthy thought process finally concluded, “When you mentioned ‘that night,’ which night were you referring to?”

 

“You mean which night? It was the night of the Longevity Festival,” He Changzhou’s cheeks reddened slightly, but he maintained eye contact with Zhao Qi, “You were utterly drunk, and I carried you back to the palace. Your Majesty was burning hot all over.”

 

With things said this far, even Zhao Qi could sense the awkwardness. “But didn’t you say you left after bringing me back to the palace?”

 

He Changzhou seemed to have made up his mind, “Yes, but then I came back.”

 

Confused, Zhao Qi asked, “Why?”

 

“Why,” He Changzhou looked down on Zhao Qi, meeting his gaze squarely, “I wanted to ask Your Majesty why. Why you held onto me and wouldn’t let me go, why you asked me to help undress you, why you didn’t want me to leave you alone. Do you know, facing you like that, I couldn’t control myself.”

 

Zhao Qi felt his breath stop. He heard himself say, “So, it was you that night?” It was He Changzhou who had slept with him?

 

He Changzhou looked down, like a large dog caught misbehaving, “It was me. I hurt Your Majesty. Your shoulder—Your Majesty? Your Majesty!”

 

Pinching his own philtrum, Zhao Qi couldn’t stand straight—had he been taken advantage of by his best friend?!

 

No, I can’t accept this!

 

Quickly, get me an oxygen tank; I can’t hold on any longer…

 

Initially supporting Zhao Qi, He Changzhou ended up lifting him. “Your Majesty, hang in there; I’ll send someone to fetch the imperial physician!”

 

Furious, Zhao Qi yelled, forgetting his own dignity, “Damn it, don’t touch me! Let go!”

 

He Changzhou held him tighter, resolute. “I won’t let go.”

 

“You… bastard!” Zhao Qi struggled weakly, like a delicate girl. Realizing he couldn’t break free, he exploded on the spot, biting He Changzhou’s shoulder fiercely.

 

He Changzhou wasn’t wearing armor, just a thin layer of military uniform. Despite his tough exterior, he couldn’t help but grunt at the bite. Yet, he didn’t flinch, allowing Zhao Qi to continue biting.

 

Blood spread on his crimson uniform. Tasting blood, Zhao Qi finally released his grip.

 

He Changzhou still held him, his voice hoarse, “Had enough? If not, Your Majesty can continue.”

 

Grabbing his shirt’s lapels, Zhao Qi muttered to himself, “I excluded you first… you disappointed me so much!!!”

 

He Changzhou hadn’t expected his actions to provoke such a strong reaction from Zhao Qi. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I shouldn’t have treated you that way.”

 

Bitterly, Zhao Qi said, “You’re my best friend here!”

 

He Changzhou gently stroked his hair, trying to calm him. “Yes, yes, I was wrong.”

 

“Do you know what ‘best friends’ means? It means if one day I suddenly turned into a girl, and if you wanted to, I’d marry you!” Zhao Qi cried out, “But I’m a boy, only nineteen…” tears flowed freely, “How could you do such a beastly thing to me!”

 

As Zhao Qi cried, He Changzhou became increasingly awkward. “Your Majesty, please don’t cry. Should I just consider it as being bitten by a dog?”

 

Infuriated, Zhao Qi wanted to kill him, “Then I would be the dog’s day!” How could He Changzhou say such things!

 

Confused and at a loss, He Changzhou replied, “…Huh?”

 

After venting through biting, crying, and scolding, Zhao Qi finally calmed down a bit, “You can let go now. I won’t hit you. I wouldn’t stand a chance anyway.”

 

He Changzhou asked tentatively, “So, Your Majesty doesn’t blame me?”

 

Turning away, Zhao Qi replied coldly, “I don’t want to see you for now. If you want to go to the Western Xia, I won’t stop you.”

 

After a moment of silence, He Changzhou sat down while still holding Zhao Qi. He sat in a chair with Zhao Qi reluctantly on his lap, facing each other. Zhao Qi was still immersed in the anguish of being taken advantage of by his best friend and didn’t realize their awkward position.

 

He Changzhou comforted Zhao Qi, “Your Majesty, now that everything’s out in the open, I don’t feel like leaving anymore.”

 

Glaring at him, Zhao Qi asked, “Are you playing with me?”

 

“No,” He Changzhou patiently explained, “Actually, I didn’t expect Your Majesty to take it so seriously…”

 

With a hint of disdain in his eyes, Zhao Qi said, “You didn’t think it was serious? Seems like you and Li Chisu belong to the same category.”

 

He Changzhou smiled sheepishly, “So, what does Your Majesty plan to do with me?”

 

Narrowing his eyes, Zhao Qi glanced down at He Changzhou under him. Now the question was, should he dismantle the bastard who violated him, his best friend?

 

That night, both he and He Changzhou were at fault. He was wrong for acting out after drinking, and He Changzhou was wrong for not pushing him away. Though He Changzhou bore the greatest responsibility, at that moment, it was he who didn’t let the other leave. Ending the He family’s lineage over this matter would be inappropriate. Besides, the He family held great prestige in the military. If the soldiers found out the Emperor had… well, taken liberties with their young general, the scene would be too much to bear, and he didn’t dare to think about it.

 

Zhao Qi pondered for a moment and said, “You should think twice about this.”

 

“No need to think twice,” He Changzhou replied earnestly. “I will take responsibility for Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi’s expression was complicated. “…There’s really no need.” He wasn’t some chaste maiden; being intimate wouldn’t lead to pregnancy. If he could just relax a bit, he could consider it a drunken lapse with a good friend. It sounded like a trivial matter.

 

“Why isn’t there a need?” He Changzhou persisted. “I want to take responsibility for Your Majesty. I’m willing to take responsibility for Your Majesty. I hope to make Your Majesty… mine alone.”

 

With He Changzhou being so direct, Zhao Qi’s brain couldn’t keep up. He jumped up suddenly. “W-what do you mean?”

 

He Changzhou’s eyes sparkled brightly, open and honest. “I like Your Majesty.”

 

A thousand thoughts raced through Zhao Qi’s mind. He stuttered, “B-but I don’t like you.”

 

The stars in He Changzhou’s eyes dimmed suddenly. “I know. You like Rong Tang.” He stood up, approached Zhao Qi, his tall figure imposing. “Your Majesty, I’ve always wanted to ask you, what exactly is it about me that’s inferior to Rong Tang? He treats you with indifference, while I try in every way to make you happy. In your heart, am I still inferior to him?”

 

Zhao Qi defended himself, “It’s not like that! The reason I treat Rong Tang well is because I owe him too much. I just want to make it up to him.”

 

He Changzhou chuckled. “Your Majesty didn’t say that before. Everyone in the palace knows, Rong Tang is Your Majesty’s favored.”

 

“…Yes,” he had said something similar, but that was just a means to maintain his image initially. Could He Changzhou really believe it?

 

“I don’t want to dwell on the past,” He Changzhou looked deeply into Zhao Qi’s eyes. “What I seek now is Your Majesty’s future.”

 

He Changzhou’s sudden confession left Zhao Qi utterly bewildered. Coupled with the scare he had just experienced, he felt his heart and mind were on the verge of collapse. But he had to make things clear with He Changzhou. Although he had never been in love, he knew ambiguous behavior often led to misunderstandings. He didn’t want to be seen as leading anyone on, especially not his brother.

 

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Qi said, “Changzhou, listen carefully. I don’t like you, and I don’t like Rong Tang either. I… am not interested in romance.”

 

He Changzhou obviously didn’t believe this. “You’re not interested? Then how do you explain that night?”

 

Zhao Qi sighed in frustration. “I was drunk.”

 

“Just being drunk can lead to such a strong reaction?” He Changzhou pressed on mercilessly. “Is it because you can’t live without a man once he’s left?”

 

Zhao Qi had no words to respond. This was the question that had puzzled him all along. He prided himself on his tolerance for alcohol; being drunk usually just made him a bit wild, not… whatever had happened that night. Could it be that his reaction wasn’t due to drunkenness but for some other reason?

 

Their conversation was interrupted by the announcement, “Prime Minister is here.” Xiao Shiqing entered the hall, followed by Chen Li, the Grand Minister of Justice. Seeing the two of them, Xiao Shiqing asked, “Why is General He here at the Hall of Government Affairs?”

 

He Changzhou replied, “Prime Minister, His Majesty says he only likes women, not men. Do you believe him?”

 

A hint of something unusual flickered in Xiao Shiqing’s deep black eyes as he picked up a tinderbox beside the lamp and relit it. He calmly said, “No.”

 

He Changzhou smiled, “Your Majesty, see? Even the Prime Minister doesn’t believe you.”

 

Zhao Qi felt like banging his head against a wall. “This is so frustrating!”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s expression remained calm. “It’s late. Don’t shout.”

 

Zhao Qi pursed his lips, feeling a bit aggrieved. First, his brother confessed to him, and now his brother had outed him. And to top it off, Xiao Shiqing was scolding him. What a complicated and heated life he was living.

 

“The Prime Minister doesn’t seem to be in a good mood,” Zhao Qi said, changing the subject. “Chen Li.”

 

Chen Li hurriedly responded, “Here, Your Majesty.”

 

“Did you upset the Prime Minister?” Zhao Qi asked.

 

Chen Li waved his hands repeatedly, “It wasn’t me, Your Majesty. I didn’t.”

 

“That’s enough,” Xiao Shiqing said coldly. “Let’s stick to the matter at hand.”

 

Chen Li said, “Yes. Your Majesty, regarding the case of the poisoning death of the Crown Prince of Western Xia, I have found some important clues.”

 

With national affairs at hand, Zhao Qi temporarily put aside personal matters, gathered his focus, and said, “Mr. Chen, I’m surprised you managed to find such crucial clues! Tell me quickly, what earth-shattering discovery have you made?”

 

Chen Li knew that Zhao Qi had a biased view against him due to the early peach blossom case at Muyang Temple. “Your Majesty, firstly, Prince Zhaonan received a mysterious note. It was written on cotton paper from Jiangyou, which is known for its fine texture and softness, exclusively used in the palace. Moreover, the note carried a faint scent of Moonlight Orchid.”

 

Zhao Qi said, “Moonlight Orchid… Isn’t that a perfume commonly used by girls?”

 

“Your Majesty is wise. Upon investigation, I learned that Moonlight Orchid is often used by Princess Jiayan.”

 

Zhao Qi had a sudden realization. “That makes sense! Empress Mother has always wanted to betroth Princess Jiayan to Prince Zhaonan. Jiayan must have been eager to see her future husband’s true appearance, so she invited him to the Imperial Garden during the banquet and observed him from hiding.”

 

Chen Li chuckled. “Your Majesty and Prime Minister are thinking along the same lines. However, Princess Jiayan is from an illustrious background, so we couldn’t directly inquire.”

 

Zhao Qi nodded. “Leave this matter to me and the Empress Mother. What else?”

 

Chen Li continued, “I have ordered a detailed investigation into all the utensils used by the Western Xia prince during the banquet. There were no traces of Fengguilu poisoning found. While the onset time of Fengguilu varies by individual, it typically does not exceed an hour. If the Prince of Western Xia wasn’t poisoned during the banquet, it must have happened after he left his seat.”

 

As Zhao Qi thought, he said, “If the Prince went to the Imperial Garden after leaving his seat, does that mean the suspect is among those who were seen in the garden?”

 

“Yes, currently confirmed are: Master Rong, Prince Zhaonan, and Prince Huai.”

 

Zhao Qi added, “And Princess Jiayan.”

 

He Changzhou pondered. “What about motives? What would these four have to gain from poisoning the Prince of Western Xia?”

 

Xiao Shiqing slowly said, “Let’s set aside Rong Tang and Princess Jiayan for now. As for these two princes, Zhao and Li, their motives can always be uncovered.”

 

Zhao Qi frowned. In the original story, there was also a plot about the festival banquet, but the eldest prince of Xixia was not poisoned to death. Since transmigrating into the body of the ‘Dog Emperor’, he had indeed altered the storyline significantly. However, Zhao Tong and Li Chisu were far away in their fiefdoms, so their influence should be minimal. If either of them really took action, what reasons could have prompted them to change their minds?

 

In the original story, Li Chisu’s actions upon entering the capital were similar to his current behavior—frequenting the pleasure quarters and indulging in luxuries. Meanwhile, Zhao Tong, upon returning to the capital in the original plot, focused primarily on consolidating support. Apart from Rong Tang, who was trapped in the palace, he met with quite a few people, including…

 

For a moment, no one spoke. Xiao Shiqing stood up and said, “It’s getting late. The Emperor should return to the palace and rest. We’ll discuss this matter again tomorrow.”

 

Chen Li tactfully said, “I’ll take my leave.”

 

After Chen Li left, He Changzhou showed no intention of leaving. Xiao Shiqing looked at him. “General He, is there something else?”

 

He Changzhou replied, “There are still some personal matters between His Majesty and me that we haven’t finished discussing. Prime Minister, you need not concern yourself.”

 

Just when they had managed to temporarily forget their troubles, now everything came flooding back. Zhao Qi lay his head on the table, pretending to be asleep.

 

“Personal matters,” Xiao Shiqing smiled faintly, “I wasn’t aware that you and His Majesty had personal matters.”

 

He Changzhou said, “There are many things the Prime Minister doesn’t know.”

 

“Since it’s personal matters, there’s no need to discuss them late at night in the palace,” Xiao Shiqing said, “You can come again tomorrow. The Emperor needs to rest.”

 

He Changzhou chuckled, “Prime Minister, since you don’t sleep with His Majesty, why bother about when he sleeps?”

 

Xiao Shiqing also smiled, “And how would General He know whether I sleep with His Majesty or not?”

 

He Changzhou hesitated, “…”

 

“Your Majesty,” Xiao Shiqing turned to Zhao Qi, “let’s return to the palace. It’s time for bed.”


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Chapter 50 – Feather Touch

Chapter 50: Feather Touch

 

Long Ling carried his phoenix and walked towards the second floor.

 

Although he had no specific memories, he subconsciously knew the layout of this small building and the location of the bedroom on the second floor.

 

After a millennium, this wooden building seemed sealed by time, with all decorations intact as if untouched by years.

 

Long Ling entered the bedroom, elegantly arranged with a large soft bed by the window, its corners dr4p3d with light curtains, which made him pause momentarily.

 

At the same time, flashes of images crossed his mind—it seemed like thousands of years ago, he and the phoenix were on this bed…

 

Long Ling stiffened slightly, lowering his gaze to his phoenix—Su Muluo was still asleep, one hand unknowingly clutching his clothes, unwilling to let go.

 

A smile quickly crossed Long Ling’s eyes. Tenderly, he brushed Su Muluo’s forehead and gently laid him on the bed.

 

As the light curtains lifted and fell, Long Ling lay down beside his phoenix, reaching out to embrace his slender waist.

 

Unconsciously, Su Muluo buried his face in Long Ling’s chest, even in his dreams, clinging to his dragon.

 

Long Ling soothingly patted Su Muluo’s back, holding his phoenix close as they fell asleep together.

 

 

Su Muluo slept deeply, unaware of how much time had passed before he finally woke up.

 

Everything from the dream had faded away. He felt himself lying on a soft bed, tightly held in the arms of his dragon—lifting his head, he noticed Long Ling still asleep.

 

Silently, Su Muluo shifted, burying his face in Long Ling’s shoulder. He wanted to smell the scent of his dragon, but soon frowned.

 

There was a hint of blood on his dragon’s body.

 

Was he injured?

 

Su Muluo immediately looked at Long Ling’s face, finding him still asleep. He reached out, intending to unbutton his clothes—

 

But his hand was stopped by another slender hand.

 

“Phoenix,” Long Ling opened his eyes, a slight smile on his lips, “what are you doing?”

 

Su Muluo met his gaze, not withdrawing his hand. “Are you injured?”

 

Long Ling paused for a moment, then quickly replied, “No, I’m fine.”

 

Su Muluo said, “Then let me check your clothes.”

 

Long Ling fell silent.

 

Knowing he wouldn’t admit it, Su Muluo didn’t press further. Instead, he took matters into his own hands and continued unbuttoning Long Ling’s clothes.

 

Long Ling protested, “Phoenix, you’re undressing me, trying to take advantage of me!”

 

He tried to cover up something, but Su Muluo remained unfazed. Amid their struggle, Long Ling’s outer garment was eventually pulled open by his phoenix.

 

As Su Muluo suspected, Long Ling’s smooth muscles were covered with several scars, each one long and sharp, inflicted by the golden dragon’s claws.

 

However, being a dragon, Long Ling had immense vitality and healed quickly. Most of these wounds had already scarred over, and some of the less severe ones were almost completely healed.

 

Despite this, when Su Muluo saw these wounds, he was momentarily stunned, unable to speak. His heart felt like it was bleeding, aching intensely.

 

Long Ling cautiously watched Su Muluo’s expression, sensing his phoenix was deeply upset, wearing a sullen face, clearly unhappy.

 

Like a bullied, dejected fledgling bird.

 

“Phoenix,” Long Ling’s heart ached, leaning closer to stroke Su Muluo’s face, softly comforting, “Don’t worry, these are just minor injuries, they’ll heal quickly.”

 

“And you didn’t see how that dragon looked, I nearly stripped him of his protective scales, he nearly lost his life.”

 

Su Muluo ignored this small boasting in dragon talk. His brows furrowed tightly, suddenly remembering something, he lowered his head and kissed that wound.

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

He almost couldn’t control his gasp of cold air, and even wanted to press his phoenix on the bed to touch the feathers.

 

But he also knew that his phoenix did not mean that, just wanted to help him heal-the phoenix’s saliva is also a kind of precious treasure, with extremely precious healing effects.

 

The bedroom was quiet, and Long Ling looked down at his phoenix’s forehead, trying hard to stay calm and thinking in his heart: I knew I should have been injured more.

 

Su Muluo seemed to hear his thoughts, and at this moment he looked at him quietly.

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

He immediately kissed Su Muluo, smiling and saying: “The Phoenix looks really good, I like Phoenix the most!”

 

Su Muluo did not speak, raised his hand, and gently touched Long Ling’s wound.

 

In just a few seconds, those wounds healed without leaving a trace – but even so, Long Ling still had a grim scar on his abdomen. 

 

Su Muluo saw this scar clearly in the hotel two days ago, and now he also knew who left it.

 

“Where is that person?”

 

“I drove him away with a serious injury,” Long Ling said proudly, pressing his jaw on Su Muluo’s shoulder, “I thought he was very strong, but it turned out to be nothing.”

 

He looked like he was going to praise Phoenix, and Su Muluo’s eyes showed a little smile, touching his head and saying, “So amazing.”

 

But if his dragon is stronger than the golden dragon, how could he have been seriously injured and lost his bones thousands of years ago?

 

Or did the golden dragon use some means that cannot be seen?

 

Su Muluo’s face was slightly darkened again when he thought of this, and he said to Long Ling, “What about your dragon bones?”

 

Long Ling casually reached back and took the dragon bones that he had thrown on the bedside.

 

This is a section of spine, all white, with a layer of black mist enveloping it, which makes it clear that it is not an ordinary product.

 

Su Muluo carefully took it-overlap with this section of spine, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a lot of images.

 

A golden dragon pressed a black dragon under its claws, the blade tore off the scales, pierced the abdomen, and forcefully pulled out a bloody bone…

 

“Don’t!”

 

In that instant, Su Muluo couldn’t help but scream, he even forgot that he was still in reality, grabbed Long Ling’s arm in horror, and sweated coldly.

 

Fortunately, the next second, those pictures disappeared, he was hugged by Long Ling, patted his back and comforted, “It’s okay, Phoenix, nothing happened, you see, I’m still good here.”

 

“…”

 

Su Muluo looked at Long Ling for a few seconds in a daze, suddenly hugged him tightly, and buried his face in his chest, no longer wanting to leave this embrace.

 

Although it was just a few fragments, he seemed to have experienced the pain of losing his dragon in a nightmare again, so clear… He couldn’t imagine how his dragon would endure all this.

 

  ”It’s all in the past. I don’t even remember that pain anymore.” Long Ling stroked Su Muluo’s hair gently and said softly, “My bones had already grown out when I broke free from the shell, so it’s okay.”

 

  Su Muluo remained silent, still tightly gripping Long Ling’s clothes. He had just experienced in his dreams the pain of losing his clan and witnessed his dragon being stripped of its bones. Cold sweat trickled down his back, and he remained silent for a long time.

 

  Long Ling comforted his own phoenix for a while until he noticed the phoenix’s mood improving. He glanced at the piece of dragon bone and considered throwing it away.

 

  Su Muluo suddenly grabbed his hand and asked, “What are you doing?”

 

  ”It’s useless to me and only makes the phoenix sad,” Long Ling said. “So I want to throw it away.”

 

  Holding onto the dragon bone, Su Muluo refused to let go. “You’re not allowed to throw it away.”

 

  It was something from his dragon; how could he casually discard it?

 

  Long Ling looked at the dragon bone and then at his phoenix. “Then, should I make it into a dagger and let the phoenix carry it with us?”

 

  After thinking for a moment, Su Muluo nodded and finally handed the dragon bone back to him.

 

  Long Ling looked at his precious phoenix and the dragon bone in his hand. A slight smile appeared on his lips. “I even gave my own dragon bone to the phoenix. How will the phoenix thank me?”

 

  Upon hearing this, Su Muluo glanced at him, then shifted his gaze to the feather bracelet he was wearing.

 

  Immediately, Long Ling concealed his feather bracelet in his sleeve and quickly said, “Alright, I didn’t say anything.”

 

  Despite his words, he leaned over and kissed Su Muluo on the cheek, gleefully taking advantage of the situation.

 

  Su Muluo said nothing, allowing him to take advantage, and after a while, he said, “Here, I saw the apparition left by me from a thousand years ago, and he left me a message.”

 

  Long Ling made a sound of acknowledgment, “Hmm, what did he say?”

 

  Su Muluo recounted word for word what his dream-self had told Long Ling. After hearing it, he fell into contemplation.

 

“Seal…” He furrowed his brows slightly, “What kind of seal is it that’s related to the heavenly path?”

 

Su Muluo shook his head. “I don’t know either.”

 

Now it seemed that in order to restore his previous power, he needed to break the seals on his body. There should be several layers of seals, with only the final one that couldn’t be undone—because once it was undone, it would touch upon some truths from his past that he had desperately wanted to conceal.

 

And that truth probably involved the downfall of both the Dragon and Phoenix clans… as well as the hidden secrets of the heavenly path.

 

Long Ling and Su Muluo locked eyes for a few seconds. Long Ling gently touched his Phoenix’s forehead and said, “In that case, the Phoenix doesn’t need to unlock the last seal.”

 

“I will always protect the Phoenix.”

 

Su Muluo didn’t say anything, just nodded.

 

However, despite his outward agreement, what he was thinking inside was that if his dragon were really in danger someday, he would definitely spare no effort to undo that last seal.

 

Apparently, he had thought the same way a thousand years ago, otherwise he wouldn’t have left these words for his present self.

 

While Su Muluo was lost in thought with his eyes lowered, his face suddenly became slightly moist—Long Ling had kissed him on the cheek.

 

“…” He stared at Long Ling and, after a few seconds, said, “I’m not giving you another kiss.”

 

Long Ling: “Don’t want it.”

 

After speaking, he shamelessly leaned in and kissed him again, who knows how many times.

 

Su Muluo: “…”

 

Su Muluo remained silent again.

 

With a sullen face on the surface, he actually held onto Long Ling’s clothes corner and refused to let go.

 

Long Ling noticed his little gesture and the smile in his eyes almost overflowed.

 

After his Phoenix woke up, it became extremely clingy and adorable, saying he shouldn’t be kissed, but in reality, he still indulged him.

 

So he happily buried his face in Su Muluo’s shoulder and rubbed it back and forth, lifting his head only after he had enough, asking, “Does the Phoenix want to go back now?”

 

By now, they had explored Suyuan thoroughly. Although they hadn’t fully recovered their memories, they had gained a lot.

 

After thinking for a moment, Su Muluo nodded and said, “Let’s go.”

 

They were just leaving temporarily; they could come back here again. And he also planned to think carefully after returning about how to unlock the other seals on his body except for the last one.

 

Long Ling wanted to hold his Phoenix’s hand and leave, but Su Muluo didn’t let him. Instead, he spread out his arms at him, blinking and staring at him.

 

He wanted a hug.

 

Long Ling was slightly stunned, then burst into laughter, lifting his Phoenix horizontally and nuzzling him affectionately, “The Phoenix is so clingy to me. Why didn’t you want to kiss me a few more times just now?”

 

Su Muluo remained silent, burying his face in his shoulder, pretending to be a quail.

 

Long Ling couldn’t resist his adorable Phoenix at all, immediately agreeing, “Okay, whatever the Phoenix wants.”

 

Su Muluo was finally satisfied, like a child who got candy, pressing his soft face against Long Ling’s and rubbing it affectionately.

 

Long Ling immediately kissed his Phoenix’s cheek again, holding his beloved Phoenix tightly.

 

It took two days to go from Lin City to where they were, but returning only took a few hours. In the evening, Long Ling returned to Lin City with his Phoenix in his arms and asked, “Do you want to go to the coffee shop first?”

 

Su Muluo shook his head and said, “Let’s go back, I’m tired.”

 

— But they had only slept a few hours ago.

 

Long Ling suddenly became alert and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

 

Su Muluo said, “No,” and whispered, “I just want to go to bed early.”

 

This puzzled Long Ling even more, as the Phoenix seemed perfectly fine just moments ago… but he didn’t say anything, instead carrying his Phoenix back to their rental house.

 

Inside the rental house, Su Muluo took a shower first and then urged Long Ling to do the same.

 

Long Ling was puzzled, “But it’s still early, only seven o’clock.”

 

“I want to sleep,” Su Muluo said, “I want you to hold me.”

 

He was wearing soft pajamas and smelled of fresh shower gel. He tugged at Long Ling’s clothes gently, swaying slightly.

 

Long Ling immediately surrendered and went to take a shower.

 

After showering, he found that the lights in the living room had been turned off by Su Muluo. His Phoenix had curled up under the blankets in the bedroom, only showing a pair of eyes, quietly watching him.

 

Long Ling thought to himself: Today’s Phoenix seems unusually obedient.

 

He then walked over and lay down on the bed, embracing his soft Phoenix.

 

“Should I turn off the lights?”

 

Su Muluo made a sound of agreement, and Long Ling turned off the lights in the room, plunging it into darkness.

 

With darkness came silence. Su Muluo lay silently in Long Ling’s arms, feeling the warmth he brought… He looked up and saw his dragon quietly watching him in the darkness.

 

They gazed at each other for a while. Long Ling spoke softly, “Does the Phoenix want to tell me something?”

 

His voice was deep and gentle, filled with affection and fondness. His dark golden eyes were deep and profound, like bottomless pools, threatening to engulf Su Muluo gently.

 

“…”

 

Su Muluo hadn’t spoken for a while. Just when Long Ling thought he might not respond, he suddenly saw his Phoenix lower his head, clutching Long Ling’s sleeve, and softly saying,

 

“I want… to let you touch my feathers.”

 

Long Ling: “…”


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Chapter 37 – Am I still your puppet emperor?

Chapter 37 – Am I still your puppet emperor?

 

Zhao Qi took the sunken wooden box and didn’t open it immediately. Instead, he weighed it in his hand. “Seems like it’s something small?”

 

Xiao Shiqing remained noncommittal.

 

Zhao Qi opened the wooden box to find half of a token shaped like a crouching tiger inside. His mouth gaped in astonishment. “Could this be the legendary… Tiger Token?”

 

“Why do you say ‘legendary’?” Xiao Shiqing replied. “The Tiger Token has existed since ancient times. It’s split in two halves: one given to the generals, the other kept by the emperor. Only when both halves are combined can the bearer command troops. Due to certain circumstances, both halves were in my possession. Returning half to you now is returning it to its rightful owner.”

 

Zhao Qi held the half Tiger Token in his palm. The touch of the bronze was cool, gradually sobering him. “The other half is still with my brother?”

 

“Yes.”

 

This birthday gift was something Zhao Qi had never expected. He had thought Xiao Shiqing would casually give him some exotic treasure, but instead, he gave him… half of the country.

 

Suddenly, Zhao Qi felt the weight of bronze in his hand. Was Xiao Shiqing testing him, or did he genuinely intend to give him the Tiger Token?

 

Last time, when Xiao Shiqing had proposed letting Zhao Qi take over the government, Zhao Qi was certain it was the former. But this time, he wasn’t so sure. After these days of interaction, he could feel Xiao Shiqing was truly teaching and assisting him. Ignoring Xiao Shiqing’s playful teasing in private, Zhao Qi was even considering giving him a banner that read “loyal minister and good general.”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated to respond, and Xiao Shiqing seemed displeased. “Your Majesty doesn’t seem to like my gift.”

 

Zhao Qi scratched his head. “Brother’s gift is too precious.”

 

“I’m only asking if you like it or not.”

 

Seeing Xiao Shiqing growing impatient, Zhao Qi dared not say he didn’t like it. “I like it,” he hesitated, “but does Brother really want to return half of the military power to me?”

 

Xiao Shiqing looked at him. “What exactly do you want to say?”

 

Gathering his courage, Zhao Qi said, “Don’t you see me as a puppet emperor anymore?”

 

Xiao Shiqing fell silent.

 

Feeling uneasy, Zhao Qi asked, “Brother?”

 

Suddenly, Xiao Shiqing smiled. “A puppet? At this point, you still think I see you as a puppet?”

 

Zhao Qi blinked. “I’m not sure, that’s why I asked Brother.”

 

Xiao Shiqing closed his eyes as if slightly annoyed. “Yes, I see you as a puppet. I’m wasting time on a puppet every day. I think it’s not right to hold military power alone, so I gave half of it to you—a satisfactory answer, Your Majesty?”

 

Zhao Qi could tell Xiao Shiqing was angry but didn’t know why. This man’s thoughts were too difficult to gauge.

 

“Your Majesty… satisfied?” Faced with Xiao Shiqing’s piercing gaze, Zhao Qi quickly changed his tune. “Not satisfied. I’m not satisfied!”

 

Xiao Shiqing didn’t bother to argue further. “Keep the Tiger Token.”

 

“Wait,” Zhao Qi said, “So in the future, we can only command the troops when we combine our halves of the token?”

 

Xiao Shiqing paused. “Yes.”

 

Zhao Qi slowly closed his palm around the half token. Whatever, since Xiao Shiqing had given it to him so insistently, he wouldn’t refuse it for nothing.

 

“Thank you, Brother,” Zhao Qi said, “I will take good care of this half Tiger Token.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s expression softened slightly. “You better.”

 

“Oh, by the way, there’s something else I want to discuss with Brother.”

 

“Speak.”

 

Zhao Qi said, “Haiyan Hall isn’t really my sleeping palace. I can’t keep staying there. I want to move back to Yonghua Palace.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s gaze locked onto Zhao Qi’s face, a smile playing at his lips. “Does Your Majesty want to return to Yonghua Palace, or do you want to see someone in Yonghua Palace?”

 

“The people in Yonghua Palace… Brother means Rong Tang?” Zhao Qi asked naturally, “Rong Tang’s recovery is almost complete, so he’ll definitely move back to Tipsy Book Pavilion.”

 

“Oh, is that so,” Xiao Shiqing said lightly, “Did he tell you that himself?”

 

Zhao Qi was puzzled. “Is there a need for him to say?”

 

“That’s not necessarily true,” Xiao Shiqing said, “When he moves out, you can move back in. It’s late now, time to sleep.”

 

“Oh,” Zhao Qi lay back down. Xiao Shiqing remained seated beside his bed, showing no intention to leave. Zhao Qi asked, “Brother, aren’t you leaving?”

 

Xiao Shiqing adjusted the covers slightly. “I’ll leave after you fall asleep.”

 

“…,” Zhao Qi thought Xiao Shiqing staring at him like this would keep him awake, but he soon felt drowsy. Xiao Shiqing’s faint ink fragrance inexplicably brought peace, and with his presence, Zhao Qi gradually drifted into dreams.

 

The next day, Zhao Qi ordered Jiang Dehai to tidy up and prepare to return to Yonghua Palace. “Oh, and have someone redecorate Zuishu Pavilion. Check what’s missing and replenish whatever is needed.”

 

In the evening, Zhao Qi returned to Yonghua Palace and unexpectedly found lights on in the side hall. He asked, “Who’s in there?”

 

Xiao Jinzi replied, “Your Majesty, have you forgotten? Lord Rong is still here at Yonghua Palace.”

 

Zhao Qi paused, “He hasn’t left yet?”

 

Jiang Dehai asked, “Should I chase him away, Your Majesty?”

 

“How can you use such words as ‘chase’?” Zhao Qi corrected, “I want to invite him back to Zuishu Pavilion.”

 

“Shall I go and invite him now?” Jiang Dehai asked.

 

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Qi said, “I remember Prime Minister Xiao returned to his residence tonight, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then let’s talk to him tomorrow. It’s too late today; let’s not disturb him.”

 

“As you command.”

 

After Zhao Qi left, Xiao Jinzi couldn’t help but comment, “Grand Tutor, don’t you think our Emperor behaves like someone sneaking around with a favored concubine behind the Empress’s back?”

 

Jiang Dehai glared at him, “Tsk, you’re getting more talkative. You might as well stop being called ‘Xiao Jinzi’ and be called ‘Xiao Duozi’ instead. Now go and do your work!”

 

The next day, Jiang Dehai and Xiao Jinzi went together to invite Rong Tang back to Zuishu Pavilion. Rong Tang replied calmly, “Is this His Majesty’s wish or Prime Minister Xiao’s?”

 

Jiang Dehai cautiously answered, “This servant doesn’t know.”

 

Rong Tang glanced towards Zhao Qi’s sleeping quarters and smiled faintly, “I understand. Grand Tutor, rest assured, I won’t make things difficult for His Majesty.” Once he decided on something, patience was the least of his lacking qualities.

 

If Xiao Shiqing could patiently wait, so could he.

 

After some twists and turns, Zhao Qi finally returned to living alone. Jiang Dehai couldn’t help but sigh, “It’s only when Prime Minister Xiao and Lord Rong both step back that His Majesty finds these moments of peace.”

 

Xiao Jinzi remarked, “Grand Tutor, Prime Minister Xiao doesn’t seem like someone who would step back.”

 

Jiang Dehai calmly replied, “You have a point. He retreats to advance, biding his time.”

 

News of the Crown Prince of Western Xia quickly spread to their homeland, where it was said the Western Xia King was furious, threatening to cease allegiance to Great Jing if there was no resolution within seven days. Meanwhile, ten thousand troops from Western Xia were rushing towards the border between the two nations, ready to camp and prepare for action.

 

With the backing of their homeland, Western Xia envoys in the capital became increasingly arrogant, moving about the Imperial Palace as if it were uninhabited, pressing their demands multiple times a day. Particularly upon learning the Western Xia Crown Prince had fallen victim to a secret poison from the Great Jing court, they became even more brazen, spouting reckless threats. Initially, Zhao Qi could maintain a cordial demeanor towards them, but eventually grew tired and simply began to mimic Xiao Shiqing, refusing to see them—no matter how loud they protested.

 

During morning court, officials engaged in heated debates over this case. Leaving aside whether they could identify the true culprit within seven days, many military officials were displeased with Western Xia’s actions. From their perspective, Western Xia was merely a minor vassal state of Great Jing, with thirty thousand Forbidden Army soldiers stationed solely for the protection of the capital. To them, Western Xia’s ten thousand troops seemed audacious. Conversely, most civilian officials believed Great Jing was at fault in this matter; with the kingdom plagued by natural disasters and frequent flooding in the south, empty treasuries, and avoidable military conflicts, it was imperative to capture and deliver the true murderer of the Western Xia Crown Prince to Western Xia for punishment, regardless of who it was.

 

Zhao Qi listened attentively. When he heard the phrase “frequent flooding,” he was momentarily distracted, his face flushing. He felt like he would never be able to face those three words directly again—it was all the fault of that damned bastard!

 

In the end, Xiao Shiqing spoke up to end the debate between the two sides. “The investigation will continue, while we prepare for military action to be safe.”

 

With the situation unstable, Zhao Qi reluctantly set aside the search for the bastard and devoted himself wholeheartedly to state affairs.

 

“Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi looked up to meet a pair of striking brows and eyes, smiling, “Changzhou, why are you here?”

 

He Changzhou placed both hands behind his back and walked briskly towards Zhao Qi. “I’ve brought some food for Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi sniffed, “Wow, smells like lamb?”

 

“Is Your Majesty a dog?” He Changzhou presented a golden-brown roasted leg of lamb. “I slaughtered it just an hour ago and roasted it immediately for Your Majesty—here.”

 

Zhao Qi took the leg of lamb and took a big bite, looking satisfied. “Poor little lamb. But aren’t you supposed to be busy with military preparations? Yet you have the leisure to roast lamb for me.”

 

He Changzhou casually picked up an ink stick from the table and began grinding ink for Zhao Qi. “Your Majesty, we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

 

“We saw each other at court, didn’t we?”

 

“That doesn’t count.” He Changzhou lowered his gaze. “Your Majesty hasn’t noticed that I haven’t been visiting you recently.”

 

Zhao Qi thought about it and realized there might be some truth to that. He had noticed that He Changzhou used to visit the palace frequently, but lately, he had been coming less often. Zhao Qi belatedly realized that even at court, He Changzhou would deliberately avoid making eye contact with him, as if avoiding him altogether.

 

With a self-deprecating smile, He Changzhou said, “Your Majesty indeed didn’t notice. It seems I’m just an insignificant presence to Your Majesty.”

 

What was with this complaining tone? If one didn’t know better, they would think he had abandoned He Changzhou after using him.

 

“Sigh, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, and you know that.”

 

He Changzhou nodded, “I know. That’s why I’m here to share Your Majesty’s burdens.”

 

“Oh? How so?”

 

He Changzhou said, “I’m willing to lead troops to Western Xia and confront their army to assert our national prestige.”

 

Frowning, Zhao Qi said, “We’re not at the point of war yet. Even if we were, there’s no need for you to rush over thousands of miles. Those frontier officials aren’t just sitting around.”

 

He Changzhou smiled, “I’ve been feeling very frustrated lately and wanted to leave the capital, get away. Please agree, Your Majesty.”

 

“What are you frustrated about?”

 

He Changzhou looked at Zhao Qi deeply, “Frustrated with Your Majesty.”

 

“Ah?” Zhao Qi was taken aback and shouldered a heavy burden unexpectedly. “How have I troubled you?”

 

“You, Your Majesty, have made it so I can’t sleep through the night. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is Your Majesty’s face from that night.”


T/N: There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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Chapter 49 – Secrets

Chapter 49: Secrets

 

Upon discovering Su Muluo had broken his formation, the man first fell silent, then looked astonished.

 

“It seems I’ve underestimated you,” he said, “I didn’t expect that thousands of years later, you would still be—”

 

Before he could finish his sentence, a dragon roar thundered from outside the small building, sweeping away all shadows with its overwhelming presence. Long Ling charged into the building, saying, “Phoenix!”

 

Su Muluo replied calmly, “I’m fine.”

 

In reality, he had only been trapped by the formation for a few seconds. The reason he was caught was because he hadn’t been on guard.

 

Long Ling, upon hearing this, was still not entirely reassured. He sniffed the scent on the Phoenix and confirmed that he was indeed uninjured, before casting his icy gaze into the air—

 

Now that the formation had shattered, a dragon bone floated in mid-air, surrounded by dark electric light, emitting an ominous hue.

 

At the sight of the dragon bone, Long Ling’s pupils contracted suddenly. In an instant, Su Muluo sensed the soaring hostility and murderous intent emanating from his own dragon’s spine.

 

He knew why, because that was the spine of his dragon.

 

He had once had a nightmare, in which his dragon lay bathed in blood, collapsing into his arms… At this moment, that dream finally had an answer.

 

Su Muluo wanted to move forward with Long Ling, but was stopped by him.

 

“Don’t move, Phoenix,” Long Ling’s eyes, tinted with a dark golden hue, were icy, yet his tone remained gentle when facing Su Muluo. “This is mine. I must reclaim it.”

 

Su Muluo looked at him and nodded after a few seconds. “Alright.”

 

The man obviously could hear their conversation, sneering coldly. The dragon bones flew out of the small building enveloped in black electric light — at the same time, Long Ling chased after without hesitation.

 

The next moment, two loud dragon roars almost simultaneously echoed. Su Muluo quickly stepped out and saw a large golden dragon soaring in the sky above the valley, instantly entangled with another black dragon.

 

“Oh my god!” The spirit of the jade pendant was shocked speechless, “I-Is that… Lord Long Ling’s kin?!”

 

Su Muluo remained silent with a calm expression. He had previously speculated whether the man behind the demonic spirit was a dragon, and now it seemed his speculation was confirmed.

 

The golden dragon was obviously fully grown, its scales shining like pure gold, standing majestically above the valley, resembling a sun ruling over all.

 

But if it was a sun, then the black dragon was a bottomless abyss, swallowing all light. It matched the golden dragon in size and was equally imposing, unaffected by the golden dragon’s brilliance, exuding an equally overwhelming aura.

 

The battle between the black and golden dragons was like two mountains colliding, their roars shaking the surroundings, their claws splitting mountains and shattering rocks. For a moment, darkness engulfed the sky, and the valley floor trembled, yet the small building stood firm, unaffected.

 

Spirit of the jade pendant: “Ahhhh, so frightening!!”

 

After all, it was just a spiritual entity and could not withstand such an impact like Su Muluo, who was the Phoenix himself. It immediately wanted to retreat into the jade pendant… But as it turned around, it suddenly saw something inside the small building and exclaimed.

 

“Lord Phoenix! Look there!”

 

At this moment, all of Su Muluo’s attention was on the battle of his dragon. It took several calls from the spirit of the jade pendant to distract him — it was this glance that caught his eye.

 

Inside the small building, a shadowy figure in a black robe with silver hair sat quietly in a chair.

 

It was a young man with silver hair loosely tied behind him, wearing a white shirt adorned with white feathers and dr4p3d with a black robe. His slender fingers rested on the table, knuckles slightly bent, eyelashes lowered as if contemplating, yet also waiting.

 

His skin was pale as snow, his features delicate and beautiful like a serene lake — Su Muluo silently watched him, a profoundly strange feeling welling up inside him.

 

This was himself.

 

The difference was that he now had black hair, while this version of himself had silver hair.

 

Outside, the battle between the black and golden dragons continued to intensify. Su Muluo waited for a few seconds and noticed that the shadowy figure hadn’t moved at all, seeming to be merely an illusion. He turned to go back to observe the battle.

 

But this time, it was again the spirit of the jade pendant that reminded him, saying, “Lord Phoenix, it seems like this illusion is about to disappear!”

 

Su Muluo halted, seeing the shadow on the chair gradually becoming transparent, as if about to dissipate. In that moment, as if guided by some force, he subconsciously walked over, lifted his hand, and touched the illusion —

 

At the same time, the illusion completely dissipated, a faint light merging into Su Muluo’s body, his pupils slightly contracting.

 

In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen from a great height once again, plunging into a cold abyss. The familiar sensation enveloped him, but this time, he truly seemed to sink into the depths, unable to breathe… It wasn’t until several seconds later that the suffocating feeling slowly faded away.

 

Boom!

 

A thunderous roar tore through the dark sky, and heavy rain poured down. Su Muluo realized he was no longer in the valley, or perhaps not in the time a thousand years later, but back thousands of years ago, in the original territory of the Phoenix clan.

 

He was dr4p3d in a white robe, drenched from head to toe in rain, his ink-black hair clinging wetly to his face. He coughed violently from the lack of oxygen… But as he lifted his head and surveyed his surroundings, he froze.

 

A dark sky hung over the land, rain washing away everything. He saw devastation all around, the exquisite pavilions reduced to rubble, only fragments remaining.

 

Mud and water flowed over the charred land, the air still tainted with the smell of blood and burnt flesh. This was supposed to be the ancient territory of the Bird Clan thousands of years ago, yet it resembled little of the vibrant valley of Tujian today.

 

Su Muluo looked around bewilderedly, intending to search for traces of his kin, only to realize he had been kneeling in the rain for who knows how long. His legs had gone numb, and as soon as he stood up, he collapsed into the cold rainwater.

 

His hands pressed against the ground, a stabbing pain shot through his fingers and spread throughout his body. When he lowered his head, he saw his hands drenched in blood, nails broken, fingers caked with mud…

 

Suddenly, a tremendous sense of panic engulfed him. It was a feeling of helplessness, as if everything had already happened and he could only watch, powerless. Ignoring the pain and numbness in his legs, Su Muluo struggled to stand up, staggering through the rain.

 

With each step, his heart sank deeper. The torrential rain seemed to have washed away everything, and he found nothing, saw nothing, about his people… It was as if they were all gone.

 

Suddenly, Su Muluo stopped in his tracks.

 

He saw a feather.

 

A bloodstained… blue feather.

 

This feather pierced into Su Muluo’s eyes like a sharp needle, tearing open the bloody truth. All his hopes shattered completely, as if plunging into an icy abyss, uncontrollably trembling.

 

At the same time, countless images flooded into his mind, his brain felt like it was splitting with pain, and he bent over in agony.

 

Accompanied by these images rushing in, he saw countless thunderbolts descending from the sky, like a torrential waterfall pouring down from the heavens, instantly swallowing the entire Phoenix territory —

 

The silent pavilions and towers vanished without a sound, the sorrowful cries of many Phoenixes echoed through the sky, blood-stained feathers fluttered, flesh and bones rapidly disintegrated, layer upon layer of blood splattered on the earth, staining the soil crimson…

 

This hellish scene lasted only a moment, but within an instant, it was over.

 

Then came the pouring rain, lasting for days, as if the heavens wept cold tears of destruction, washing everything away… The Phoenix clan also perished in this torrential rain.

 

His head felt like it was being gnawed by countless insects. Su Muluo knelt to the ground, feeling his internal organs torn apart, his flesh and blood severed, unbearable pain engulfing him.

 

Why… Why did it have to be like this…

 

Looking up, tears of blood streamed from the corners of his eyes. His once dark hair now turned white with shock. He wanted to speak, but could only utter hoarse and brief syllables — at that moment, he had even lost the ability to speak.

 

It was then that he heard a very faint sigh.

 

The sigh was close, right by his ear, and very familiar. It was his own voice.

 

“Some things, perhaps it’s better not to know them than to know.”

 

The voice spoke softly,

 

“Thousands of years ago, my clan was destroyed by the Heavenly Dao. I expended all my Nirvana power but couldn’t save them… It was then that I glimpsed some secrets of the Heavenly Dao.”

 

“Later, I sealed away my memories and part of my power, entering a deep slumber. However, I advise you not to unlock all the seals, because the final truth may not be what you wish to know.”

 

“But if one day he faces danger and your current power cannot protect him… then unlock the last seal.”

 

“Even if everything cannot be undone, at least you can save him.”

 

The voice faded gradually from Su Muluo’s ears. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling as if he was submerged in icy water, chilling him to the bone.

 

Those were words left to him by himself from thousands of years ago, and the “he” in the last sentence referred to Long Ling.

 

Su Muluo could even recall his expression back then, one of resignation and sadness… But why?

 

Why did he seal his own memories and specifically warn himself not to unlock the final seal?

 

And the secrets of the Heavenly Dao… were they related to him? Were they related to the demise of the Phoenix clan, and why he was the only Phoenix left?

 

Su Muluo’s mind felt like it was about to split apart. In those few short seconds, countless questions flashed through his mind. It was as if he had touched upon another world, one that he had never encountered before but was extremely perilous…

 

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his vision began to darken, and as the scenes of that great rain and the Phoenix territory faded from his sight, he finally lost consciousness and fell down.

 

 

Boom!

 

The sound of mountains collapsing echoed through the entire valley. A golden dragon slammed heavily into a cliff, causing the rocks beneath it to crumble inch by inch, turning into rubble.

 

It let out a cry of pain and anger. Its tough scales were torn off forcibly, revealing a deep wound on its abdomen that exposed bone, blood splattering and forming a bloody rain in the valley.

 

“If my power had fully recovered, how could I let you, you lowly…”

 

The golden dragon gritted its teeth, looking up at the black dragon towering above it with deep hatred in its eyes.

 

“Just you wait!”

 

Before finishing its words, the golden dragon disappeared from its original spot, while the black dragon did not pursue.

 

Although it had severely wounded the golden dragon, it too was injured. Just like how the golden dragon couldn’t kill it, it couldn’t easily kill the other either.

 

Moreover, there was something more important—just now, it sensed no trace of the Phoenix.

 

Returning to the small building with its dragon bones, the black dragon landed and reverted to its human form.

 

“Phoenix!” Seeing his Phoenix lying on the ground, his expression changed suddenly. He rushed over and held Su Muluo in his arms. “What happened to him?!”

 

The latter half was spoken to the spirit of the jade pendant. When Su Muluo passed out, the spirit transformed into a barrier to protect him, and now seeing Long Ling, it immediately recounted everything that had just happened.

 

“Lord Phoenix saw the apparition left behind from thousands of years ago, walked over to it, and stood there motionless. I called out to him many times, but he seemed not to hear me.” The spirit of the jade pendant said, “Just now, he suddenly passed out.”

 

After finishing speaking, it observed Long Ling’s condition and hesitated, “Wait, Lord Long Ling… are you injured?”

 

Long Ling did not speak. Just now, he had noticed that something had happened to the Phoenix. Even if he had to be injured, he had to deliver a fatal blow to the golden dragon quickly.

 

And now, his Phoenix lay in his arms, eyes tightly closed, perhaps trapped in a nightmare, with a pained expression.

 

Long Ling lowered his head and gently rubbed Su Muluo’s soft face against his own ear, gently coaxing him until his Phoenix’s expression eased somewhat, then he lifted him up.

 

When the man stood up, his eyes were dark, like a sea about to set off a storm, so much so that even the spirit of the jade pendant felt fear.

 

It silently shrank back and returned to the jade pendant.

 

Ignoring it, Long Ling hugged his Phoenix and turned away.


T/N: Hello hello! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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