Author: hoenibean (Page 4 of 74)

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.

T/N: Hey there! 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 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…”

T/N: Hey there! 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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What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

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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.

T/N: Hey there! 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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What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

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Chapter 87 (Extra 10)

“Master.”

Yu Wuxia’s voice trembled as he looked steadily at Jiaheng.

Jiaheng’s face burned with heat, flushed with embarrassment. No, his entire body was flushed, his eyes shimmering with a watery glow, reflecting the flickering flames, inexplicably making his eyes appear dazzling and captivating, stirring the soul.

“You ungrateful disciple.” Jiaheng’s lips hesitated for a long time, racking his brains to come up with just this one reproachful phrase, “Turn me back now!”

“Master… it wasn’t me who changed you.” Yu Wuxia spread his hands, looking innocent.

“If it wasn’t you, then how… how did I end up like this?” Jiaheng saw Yu Wuxia moving closer to him. Instinctively, he retreated, wanting to put some distance between them. He didn’t know what he had bumped into, but suddenly a sharp pain came from his tailbone.

He instinctively let out an “ah” and shrank back, turning around to see an upright dried branch on the ground. The branch had pierced the skin near his tailbone, leaving a faint trace of blood.

Yu Wuxia also saw this, his expression changing slightly. He stepped forward to support Jiaheng’s arm. “Master, don’t move.”

Jiaheng, as if scalded, pushed Yu Wuxia’s hand away.

When Yu Wuxia got close, the aura surrounding him made Jiaheng’s heartbeat erratic, as if he was trapped, unable to breathe.

“Don’t come near me.”

Yu Wuxia had no choice but to say, “Alright, Master, I won’t come near you. But let me take a look at your injury first.”

Perhaps fearing Jiaheng would refuse, Yu Wuxia added a request difficult to decline, “Master, I’ll lend you my robe to cover yourself, so you won’t feel embarrassed.”

Jiaheng: “Is this robe conjured by magic?”

Yu Wuxia shook his head. “No, maybe when I transformed into a relic, I was wearing clothes, so the clothes remained after I changed form.”

Jiaheng said no more, took Yu Wuxia’s robe, and put it on. With a cold expression, he said, “Wipe your nosebleed.”

Yu Wuxia quickly lowered his head to wipe his nose, only then realizing that he was actually having a nosebleed!

He glanced awkwardly at Jiaheng. The loose-fitting robe clung to Jiaheng, outlining his slender figure. Since he didn’t give Jiaheng the trousers, Jiaheng’s two slender, toned calves were exposed under the hem.

Yu Wuxia swallowed hard, reluctantly shifting his gaze away. “Master, there are many poisonous trees in this mountain. I’m afraid you accidentally touched a poisonous branch just now. If you got poisoned by the tree sap, it could be life-threatening. Please let me check.”

Jiaheng originally didn’t believe Yu Wuxia, but the wound at his tailbone felt hot, with a faint stinging spreading out, indeed like signs of poisoning…

He blushed, his lips pressed tight, caught in a dilemma.

Yu Wuxia said, “Master, lie down. I’ll only check your wound, nothing else. Besides, we’re both men, we should be straightforward about this.”

Jiaheng felt reproached, as if his modesty implied he had ulterior motives. He couldn’t help but glare at Yu Wuxia. Unnoticed, Yu Wuxia had already moved closer, his long arms lightly encircling Jiaheng’s waist.

“Master, just lie down.”

Above his ear was a bewitching voice.

“I only need a quick look.”

Jiaheng believed him, lying down in Yu Wuxia’s arms, not noticing that at the moment he lay down, Yu Wuxia’s eyes filled with an inky black desire, his intense gaze practically materializing on Jiaheng’s waist.

He gently lifted the hem of the inner garment, seeing the raised lines below the tailbone, his breathing suddenly irregular, another nosebleed bursting forth. Calmly wiping it away, his gaze nearly greedy, inching upward, resting on the spot pierced by the branch.

The wound was rather coincidental.

Right below the tailbone.

He reached out, touching the wound, feeling Jiaheng’s body suddenly tense. He steadied his breath, “Master, don’t worry. This wound looks strange, turning black. The branch might indeed be poisonous.”

Jiaheng didn’t speak, trying to get up, but Yu Wuxia lightly pressed on his waist. He felt that wherever Yu Wuxia touched, it was particularly hot, even more so than the wound.

“Master, don’t move. Let me examine it further.”

Yu Wuxia bent down, his breath falling on the area above Jiaheng’s tailbone. Jiaheng’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively grasping, only to find he was holding Yu Wuxia’s trousers, quickly letting go.

Behind him, Yu Wuxia’s voice sounded again.

“This black blood is indeed poison. I need to help you suck it out.”

“…” Jiaheng.

Before Jiaheng could react, Yu Wuxia’s lips descended. Jiaheng felt as if scalded, wanting to get up, but Yu Wuxia held down the back of his neck.

With just one wrist, he couldn’t move.

His head was pressed against Yu Wuxia’s leg. Yu Wuxia bent down, focused on “sucking” out the poison.

He could even feel the shape of the other’s full lips, like peach blossom petals, opening and closing on that nearly hidden spot.

Inexplicably, his body trembled, eyes filling with tears, his throat choked with words of refusal that couldn’t come out.

If only… if only he had known he needed to continue cultivating, he wouldn’t have ended up like this, utterly unable to resist.

A bizarre thought flashed through his mind: if Yu Wuxia decided to use force now, he wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Yu Wuxia saw the redness all over Jiaheng’s body and his own eyes turned red as well. He forced himself to look away from the swelling at the base of Jiaheng’s spine.

The wound was initially small, but after a few licks, it had become swollen and red. Of course, there was no poison. The branch wasn’t poisonous either; Yu Wuxia had only used it to scare Jiaheng.

To make Jiaheng believe him, Yu Wuxia even cast a spell to make the wound feel like it was burning.

He had deceived Jiaheng, not just about this, but also about having regained a portion of his cultivation after taking on human form. Simple spells were within his capability.

But he couldn’t let Jiaheng know now, or Jiaheng would give him the cold shoulder again.

Seeing it was enough, he released Jiaheng’s hem. “Master, it’s done.”

Jiaheng sat up, his hands pressed against Yu Wuxia’s chest, feeling the defined, strong muscles that seemed to twitch under his touch. Startled, he quickly pulled his hands back.

Somehow, all the strength seemed to leave his body, and he collapsed back into Yu Wuxia’s embrace.

Yu Wuxia chuckled softly, “Master, in the human world, this would be called ‘throwing yourself into someone’s arms.'”

“You… stop talking nonsense.” Jiaheng’s face turned red, and he could only manage this one sentence.

Yu Wuxia smiled, supporting Jiaheng. If he had known that his master’s cold demeanor was due to his lack of eloquence, he would have used words to conquer him long ago.

“Master, your dizziness is because the poison hasn’t been completely extracted. I need to help you draw it out once a day until it’s all gone.”

Jiaheng pulled his robe tighter, his brow furrowing as he looked at Yu Wuxia suspiciously.

He felt Yu Wuxia was deceiving him, taking advantage of him, but when he met Yu Wuxia’s “honest and upright” gaze, he felt like he was being paranoid.

After all, what was there to covet in that place?

Jiaheng asked, “Isn’t there a way to remove the poison all at once?”

“No, so it’s better for me to check on you daily, Master.”

Jiaheng said no more. The spot where the branch had pierced him didn’t feel like an ordinary wound; it burned, as if some toxin remained.

He bit his lip, uncertain, and asked again, “You really haven’t regained your cultivation?”

“Mm,” Yu Wuxia replied confidently.

He usually couldn’t lie in front of Jiaheng, but now his lust had emboldened him, making him unusually calm.

“Then how did I suddenly return to human form?” Jiaheng muttered to himself, puzzled.

After becoming a tiger, he had no desire to cultivate back into human form.

When Yu Wuxia fell into the demonic path, the Immortal had warned Jiaheng that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. By losing form, one loses desire and thought.

So Jiaheng believed his human face caused Yu Wuxia’s wicked thoughts. He transformed into an aged figure, later a tiger, which he accepted and no longer cared about appearances.

Yu Wuxia reassured him, “Master, you were once an Immortal of the Thirty-Three Heavens. Your transformation is different from an ordinary tiger’s. You don’t need to worry. Whether in tiger or human form, your true nature remains the same. Master, you shouldn’t be troubled by this.”

“…” Jiaheng.

He hadn’t expected to be lectured by his disciple one day. He shot a glance at Yu Wuxia, turned his back to him, and closed his eyes, unwilling to engage further.

Suddenly, something came to mind, and he reluctantly said, “I heard you. I’m sleepy.”

He feared that if he didn’t respond, Yu Wuxia would kiss him again.

Yu Wuxia’s voice echoed in the cave, tinged with amusement, “Alright.” After a pause, Yu Wuxia added, “Master, sleep well.”

–

Jiaheng didn’t actually sleep well. His mind was chaotic, unable to shake off the image of Yu Wuxia kissing his tailbone.

He didn’t feel repulsed; rather, it felt tingly and numb, reminding him of the black panther Yu Wuxia once transformed into in the Thirty-Three Heavens.

He also remembered their time doing good deeds in the human world, how Yu Wuxia held his hand when they descended the mountain.

He thought about many things—growing clarity in his affection, unresolved mysteries.

The next morning, when Yu Wuxia woke up, he saw Jiaheng standing outside the cave, blending into the white mist.

Yu Wuxia’s heart tightened. He approached and called out, “Master.”

Jiaheng responded, looking up at the mist-covered morning light, “Follow me.”

Yu Wuxia didn’t ask any questions and followed Jiaheng down the mountain. The two walked in silence until noon, when Jiaheng finally stopped.

Looking at the calm river before him, Yu Wuxia suddenly remembered this place.

It was where they first descended the mountain to do good deeds, and where his faith in the Immortal first wavered.

“Do you remember the father who was trapped in a cycle because he saved his daughter in the flood instead of the pregnant woman?”

“Yes.”

“I told you that once you advanced in your cultivation, you’d understand the reason. But it became a knot in your heart instead.”

Hearing this, Yu Wuxia’s face reddened slightly.

Jiaheng sighed, “You only saw the father’s plight and felt indignant for him, but you didn’t see the entanglement between the father and the pregnant woman. Initially, the father brought his daughter here to escape a plague. It was they who spread the disease. The villagers despised them and drove them into the forest. Only the pregnant woman, occasionally kind, brought them food.”

“Later, when the flood came, the father and daughter were trapped in a landslide. It was the pregnant woman who brought them to the shore. But as the floodwaters rose, the bridge collapsed, and the pregnant woman and the man’s daughter both fell into the water.”

“The man didn’t save the pregnant woman, who was within reach, but instead swam to the center of the lake to save his daughter. That’s why the pregnant woman’s resentment was so strong—it trapped the man because she just wanted him to save her once.”

Yu Wuxia looked up at the calm surface of the lake. The resentment had dissipated. It seemed that after countless cycles, the father finally had an epiphany and broke the pregnant woman’s curse.

Or perhaps it was the pregnant woman who let go.

In this world, good deeds don’t always yield good outcomes.

They both needed to let go.

Only by letting go could they be reborn.

T/N: Hey there! 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~

If you like my translations, feel free to donate to my ko-fi!

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If you like dragons, check out I’m Pregnant with the Hope of the Entire Planet and The Dragon and the ‘Princess’

How about some mystery or showbiz? Check out Morbid Addiction & Perfection

What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

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Chapter 86 (Extra 9)

Yu Wuxia didn’t dare to hold down Jia Heng directly, so he pretended to twist his ankle and fell onto Jia Heng.

The tiger groaned as he was hit, his black eyes half-closed, seemingly looking at Yu Wuxia with some disdain.

Yu Wuxia didn’t get off the tiger. Instead, he took hold of the tiger’s two front paws, staring intently at him.

The tiger felt embarrassed and avoided his gaze.

Yu Wuxia asked, “Master, why won’t you look at me?”

The tiger ground his teeth but said nothing.

Yu Wuxia’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he swallowed. He leaned down, his breath scattering on the tiger’s face, and kissed the tiger’s furry face.

The tiger’s eyes widened instantly, his black pupils shrinking in shock, staring at Yu Wuxia like black beans.

How… how could he kiss him!

Such frivolous behavior!

Yu Wuxia swallowed again. “Master, I told you before, if you don’t respond when I ask you something, I’ll kiss you until you do.”

Jia Heng had probably never heard such shameless words before, his chest shaking with anger as he exposed sharp claws, ready to swat Yu Wuxia away.

Yu Wuxia quickly said, “Master, I just formed my human shape. If you hit me with your paw, I might revert to my original form.” To see Jia Heng sooner, he didn’t dare to slack off for even a moment while cultivating as a relic, allowing him to come out seven years earlier than planned.

Jia Heng’s movements froze upon hearing this, though the anger in his eyes didn’t diminish, and he let out a threatening growl.

“Master, if you want to scold me, just say it directly. Don’t express it with your eyes.

Otherwise, no matter how long you glare at me, I won’t know what you’re saying.”

Yu Wuxia spoke “honestly,” still not getting up, pressing down on Jia Heng and feeling his clean, smooth fur through the layer of clothes.

Even though there was a layer of clothing, the fur felt very good to touch.

Master is perfect in every way.

When in tiger form, his fur is smooth. In human form, his lips are red, and his teeth are white.

Jia Heng closed his eyes, initially not wanting to deal with this troublesome disciple, but remembering his disciple’s threat, he reluctantly spoke, “Let go of me.”

No matter how dissatisfied he was with Yu Wuxia, Jia Heng had cultivated to become an Immortal for many years and had never uttered a curse word.

Yu Wuxia noticed his master speaking, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. As long as his master spoke, it was good enough for him.

Even if it was to scold him.

He released Jia Heng, who immediately stood up, shaking the dirt off his body and letting out another low growl to show his displeasure.

Yu Wuxia took a step forward, reaching out to touch Jia Heng, who turned abruptly, pretending to bite his finger, intending to scare him away.

But to his surprise, Yu Wuxia’s arm didn’t dodge, and his teeth sank into Yu Wuxia’s finger. He quickly let go, but it was too late. Yu Wuxia’s index and middle fingers were skinned, his teeth reaching the bone, and blood gushed out.

Jia Heng opened his mouth, his face full of tiger fur showing no emotion, but inexplicably giving off a sense of guilt.

Why… didn’t Yu Wuxia dodge?

Yu Wuxia clutched his fingers, tears welling up in his eyes from either pain or sadness, biting his lip as he looked at Jia Heng.

Jia Heng met his gaze, feeling more and more guilty.

He had just wanted to scare him.

“Master, your teeth are very sharp.”

Yu Wuxia didn’t complain much, just this simple sentence made Jia Heng’s previous dissatisfaction vanish, leaving only guilt.

Jia Heng said, “Why didn’t you dodge?”

Yu Wuxia held back his joy, for his master had voluntarily spoken to him again. He put on a facade of toughness, “Master, I’m currently without cultivation, weaker than an ordinary person, I couldn’t dodge.”

Jia Heng’s lips moved slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, “The herbs you ground earlier, apply them to your wound when you return.”

“Okay.”

Yu Wuxia followed behind, his eyes burning as he looked at Jia Heng, his gaze filled with madness and possessiveness, never waning.

As he followed, his body suddenly lost control and turned into a relic, falling to the ground.

Jia Heng noticed the lack of presence behind him, turned around, and lowered his head to find the grayish-brown relic in the grassy field. Due to his finger injury, there was a tiny scratch on one corner of the relic.

A moment of stillness passed through Jia Heng’s eyes as he picked up the relic with his mouth and returned to the cave.

He placed the relic down, surprised to see it turn completely red, the redness almost bleeding, making him study it carefully.

How strange.

The relic could change color.

Was something wrong?

He leaned in, his breath lightly touching the relic, seeing it turn even redder, almost bleeding. He guessed it might be stained with blood from Yu Wuxia’s injury.

But how could such a small wound bleed so much?

Jia Heng couldn’t figure it out, feeling a bit guilty, saying, “Cultivate well, apply the medicine yourself once you return to human form.”

After saying this, he turned away, no longer looking at the relic.

That night, he couldn’t help but turn his head occasionally to check the relic, wondering when Yu Wuxia would transform.

Until the next evening, the relic hadn’t transformed, but the strange red color had faded.

He had no heart for hunting, staying in the cave, already a day and night without Yu Wuxia transforming. Could that bite have seriously hurt Yu Wuxia?

He got up to check the relic again, focusing on it, discovering that the relic was turning red again, initially with spots of red, gradually merging into patches.

Jia Heng clicked his tongue, guessing this wasn’t an injury, but an expression of Yu Wuxia’s emotions.

Was it blushing?

Realizing this, Jia Heng felt uneasy, letting out a low growl, turning away from Yu Wuxia again. When he had brought the relic back yesterday, it was completely red, probably because…

Jia Heng’s face turned red too, with a faint heat.

Feeling unsettled, he shook his fur and ran out, dashing and leaping through the forest, trying to suppress or vent something. The moonlight filtered through, like thin fog floating in the forest, as he weaved through the mist, running over rocky hills, never stopping.

The wind howled in his ears, as if chasing him.

He squinted his eyes and ran to the top of the mountain. Only then did he stop, standing at the peak, facing the fierce night wind. The strange irritability in his heart hadn’t subsided; instead, it had grown stronger. His mind involuntarily drifted to Yu Wuxia.

The tiger sighed helplessly, crouching on the ground like a bewildered big cat.

It wasn’t until dawn, after finishing the hunt, that the tiger returned to the cave.

As soon as he entered the cave, he bumped into a tall, slender man. The tiger paused, avoiding his gaze. The man wasn’t wearing a cassock, just a thin white robe that clung to his body.

He bent down and patted the tiger’s head. The tiger, feeling as if his reverse scale had been touched, roared angrily to intimidate him.

“Master, where did you go?”

The tiger didn’t want to respond, turning his head to rest on the stone bed, but Yu Wuxia grabbed his ear. Hugging the tiger’s neck, he kissed the tiger’s forehead, looking into his confused and even terrified eyes.

“…,” the tiger thought.

“Master, where did you go?” Yu Wuxia repeated slowly, turning the tiger’s head to face him. His rosy lips moved as he spoke, so close that the tiger could feel his breath.

The tiger was really angry, not understanding how someone could be so shameless. Seeing Yu Wuxia leaning in for another kiss, the tiger reluctantly said, “Hunting.”

“Oh.” Yu Wuxia’s eyes curved with a warm smile. “Master, you don’t need to hunt anymore. I’ll make food for you.”

Yu Wuxia turned around, and only then did the tiger notice the pile of firewood inside the cave, with two flints nearby, a small fire slowly burning, and a plucked wild chicken roasting on a spit.

While expertly roasting the chicken, Yu Wuxia said mysteriously, “Master, don’t you think this wild chicken looks like the Demon Lord’s true form?”

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

He didn’t expect that after all this time, Yu Wuxia still remembered the Demon Lord.

Jiaheng, afraid of the fire, kept his distance. “Do you still want revenge on him?”

“No.” Yu Wuxia smiled, flames dancing in his eyes. “I’ve won so many times; it’s time to let him win once.”

Though he said this, Yu Wuxia felt that losing once outweighed winning a thousand times.

Only after losing did he realize that his master cared for him too.

After finishing roasting the chicken, Yu Wuxia handed it to Jiaheng. Jiaheng said, “I’m not hungry, you eat.”

“I’m currently in my true form; I don’t need food. What I need is…”

“What?” Jiaheng asked, biting into the chicken.

“The essence of a man.”

“Ugh.”

The tiger coughed violently, his chest trembling and his back twitching. Yu Wuxia gently patted his back, his voice husky in the dim light, “Master, you’re the best.”

“Yu Wuxia!”

The tiger glared at him, unaware that a piece of chicken was stuck to his fur, making his angry expression oddly comical.

Yu Wuxia’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, licking the chicken off the tiger’s mouth, smiling deeply, “Everything Master eats becomes especially delicious.”

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

Jiaheng wanted to slap him away but held back upon seeing his pale face.

“Master, can you transform into a human? You’re always in tiger form, and it’s a bit inconvenient for me.”

“What inconvenience?” Jiaheng asked coldly.

“Just some inconvenience.” Yu Wuxia noticed that his master’s thoughts were now influenced by him, calming his excitement, and hugged the tiger’s neck.

The tiger’s body suddenly stiffened.

“It’s inconvenient to get close to you.” Yu Wuxia’s gaze lowered, his long eyelashes almost brushing against the tiger’s fur. The tiger, uncomfortable, struggled to push him away, but in the next moment, the tiger suddenly transformed into human form.

Jiaheng wasn’t tall, but his figure was thin and delicate, with fair skin and a youthful face. Suddenly transforming from a tiger to a human, he was completely naked.

Every inch of his white skin was exposed, illuminated by the flickering firelight, like a veil of firelight.

Jiaheng hadn’t seen himself in human form for a long time. Upon seeing himself, he instinctively curled up, trying to cover his naked body, but there was nothing in the cave.

He had to cross his arms over his chest, glaring angrily at Yu Wuxia.

Yu Wuxia, at this moment, was staring intently at Jiaheng, with blood slowly trickling from his nostrils.

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

What a wicked disciple.

Truly a wicked disciple.

T/N: Hey there! 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~

If you like my translations, feel free to donate to my ko-fi!

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Also, check out the other series we have on HoH!

If you like cats, check out Revenge of the Garfield

If you like dragons, check out I’m Pregnant with the Hope of the Entire Planet and The Dragon and the ‘Princess’

How about some mystery or showbiz? Check out Morbid Addiction & Perfection

What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

Thank you for all your support <3 Leave a comment if you like 🙂 I love reading them!

Chapter 85 (Extra 8)

Jiaheng didn’t say anything, turning his head as if he hadn’t noticed the person behind him. His breathing grew heavier, and even his steps became heavier.

He hadn’t expected Yu Wuxia’s cultivation to progress so quickly. It was supposed to take ten years to take human form, but now it had only taken three.

Yu Wuxia must have already taken human form days ago, but he had been hiding it, deliberately deceiving him.

The person behind him remained silent for a moment, then slowly followed the tiger into the cave.

The light inside the cave was dim, as if stained by ink. The tiger lay down on a stone platform, as if sulking, without saying a word.

Yu Wuxia, pale-faced, sat opposite the tiger, admitting his mistake.

“Master, I didn’t mean to deceive you. I can only return to human form for one moment each day, so I didn’t tell you.”

In fact, he was afraid that if he told his master he had already taken human form, his master would abandon him.

He didn’t know his master’s current attitude towards him, so he had to be extremely cautious.

Jiaheng finally raised his eyes to look at him, his eyelids drooping, his expression hidden by the dense tiger fur on his face. “You still retain your previous memories?”

“Yes…” Yu Wuxia didn’t want to admit it, but under Jiaheng’s gaze, he couldn’t help but tell the truth.

It seemed he was always like this, unable to hide anything when facing Jiaheng.

Even though the person in front of him was no longer the lofty Immortal but just a tiger, his reverence for him remained unchanged.

Jiaheng had thought that once the relic cultivated back into human form, it would forget the past and turn into a baby, so he could take good care of it and be honest with Yu Wuxia.

But unexpectedly, Yu Wuxia remembered everything.

So…he really didn’t know what to say or what could be said.

The tiger felt a bit reclusive.

The reclusive tiger then put on a cold and aloof demeanor, ignoring Yu Wuxia. After asking this question, he turned his head and lay on the cool stone, lightly dozing.

Yu Wuxia opened his mouth but was speechless. He didn’t know what his master’s reaction meant and was too scared to breathe heavily, afraid that his master would find a fault and drive him away.

A quarter of an hour later, Yu Wuxia’s body transformed back into a relic with a “bang” and fell to the ground.

Jiaheng opened his eyes, looked at the relic on the ground without any emotion, picked it up with his mouth, and placed it on the stone platform.

When he turned around, he didn’t notice that the originally gray-brown relic had inexplicably turned red.

Even though his master had become a tiger, his mouth was still soft, and his tongue was also soft, seeming very kissable.

Yu Wuxia was delighted, and the silver light surrounding him began to flicker with joy.

Jiaheng walked out of the cave. The night was the best time for a tiger to hunt, with its senses particularly sharp. He lay in wait near the stream, waiting for prey to come for a drink.

Moonlight shone on the stream, reflecting shimmering waves. Occasionally, a fish would leap out of the water, seemingly playing joyfully. Usually, birds and beasts would come to drink by the stream, but tonight, despite lying in wait for a long time, Jiaheng didn’t see any prey. Tonight was indeed unlucky.

He returned with an empty stomach, not realizing that his erratic breathing while hiding in the grass had scared off the nearby animals.

It seemed that ever since he saw Yu Wuxia, he couldn’t calm down, though he hadn’t noticed it himself.

Fortunately, on the way back, he found a wild chicken killed by a previous beast’s hunt. He picked up the uneaten flesh and bones, barely filling his stomach.

The tiger returned to the cave but didn’t go in. Instead, he lay at the entrance, with fallen leaves and weeds perfectly covering his body.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep in the tranquility.

He didn’t know how long he had slept when he was awakened by the sound of grinding medicine. Raising his head, he first saw the wildly growing weeds, with golden sunlight streaming through, slightly dazzling.

The tiger lowered his eyelids and looked towards the sound, seeing Yu Wuxia grinding medicine with a stone.

Earlier, Yu Wuxia had stopped the bleeding on the tiger’s paw but hadn’t dared to apply medicine, fearing the tiger would discover his identity. But now that the tiger knew, he took the opportunity to gather herbs and grind them into powder to apply to the tiger’s paw.

“Master, have you lost all your cultivation?”

The tiger didn’t refuse his actions of applying the medicine nor did he respond, looking away into the distance.

Yu Wuxia awkwardly lowered his head. Perhaps due to his higher cultivation, he could now maintain his human form for longer periods. After applying the medicine, he asked, “Master, who hurt you?”

Jiaheng still didn’t speak. At that moment, a familiar scent of blood wafted through the forest. Jiaheng narrowed his eyes, his agile body leaping forward like the wind.

Yu Wuxia quickly followed behind, reaching a dense forest area with his master.

They saw a tigress trapped in a hunter’s trap, her back pierced by a blade, lying in the mud unable to move.

A tiger was trying to claw at the tigress, but couldn’t reach her, and instead, lost his balance and fell into the trap, his paw and chest pierced by knives, letting out a howl of pain.

Jiaheng circled the trap, the tiger inside growling menacingly, thinking Jiaheng was there to take advantage.

Jiaheng observed the tigers’ injuries. They were both trapped by knives and couldn’t move. He looked around, trying to find something useful, but there were only dead branches and leaves.

Yu Wuxia sensed Jiaheng’s blood on the tiger and glanced at the unhealed wound on its chest, realizing that this tiger had injured Jiaheng.

And now, Jiaheng wanted to save them.

Without asking, Yu Wuxia found a stone and threw it into the trap. The tiger initially endured the pain, pulling itself from the knives, protecting the tigress behind him, and growling at Yu Wuxia, trying to intimidate him.

When Yu Wuxia realized that the stones he had thrown hadn’t harmed the tigers, the male tiger’s roaring gradually subsided. The female tiger, despite the pain, pulled herself off the knife’s tip. Fortunately, the knife hadn’t damaged her vital organs, only piercing the skin on her back.

Seeing this, the male tiger immediately began licking the female tiger’s wounds, and she reciprocated by licking his.

Yu Wuxia, having stacked the stones sufficiently, watched the tigers licking each other’s wounds and estimated that they could climb out of the trap. He stopped throwing stones.

He looked at Jiaheng with a sense of accomplishment, his eyes conveying a desire for praise.

However, as usual, Jiaheng didn’t say much. His tail flicked slightly, and without even making eye contact with Yu Wuxia, he turned and left.

Yu Wuxia glanced at the tigers still engrossed in their mutual affection and then followed Jiaheng.

He felt a bit envious of the tigers, able to groom each other and express their affection, while he couldn’t even get his master to talk to him.

Could it really be as Si Lan said, that his master disliked him because of his bad temperament and inability to speak well?

Just as Yu Wuxia was deep in thought, his body suddenly underwent a change. He didn’t even have time to call out to his master before transforming into a relic and falling to the ground.

The last thing he saw was the ground covered in fallen leaves and Jiaheng’s receding figure.

Yu Wuxia felt a pang of sadness. He couldn’t move or speak now. The air around him was filled with the scent of earth, and with the wind blowing leaves everywhere, he feared that if he was covered by leaves, his master might not find him for a while.

As he was lamenting his situation, he suddenly sensed a shadow overhead, nearly blocking out the sky. In the next moment, something soft and warm enveloped him, picking him up in its mouth.

The breath from the other’s mouth was hot and engulfed his entire being.

The relic inexplicably began to glow red.

Master… Master had realized he had turned into a relic so quickly.

So, his master did care about him, just pretended not to.

Realizing this, the “red stains” on the relic floated gently, as if excited blood was coursing through them.

The tiger, naturally unaware of the relic’s changes, brought it back and then lay down on the stone platform to rest.

The relic focused intently on the tiger, and if his gaze could kill, the tiger would have long been dismantled and devoured.

His master, now in the form of a tiger, seemed kind-hearted but had lost his Buddhist compassion and no longer pursued cultivation, appearing content to remain an ordinary tiger.

Yu Wuxia hazily thought that if he wanted to be with his master in the future, he would have to take the form of a tiger.

He couldn’t help but recall the scene of the two tigers in the trap showing affection, causing the relic to glow even redder.

If his master would let him help groom him, he’d be willing to remain a tiger for a lifetime.

But now, his master wouldn’t even talk to him…

His master was so reserved, never saying much. How could he always guess what his master was thinking?

Perhaps he should follow the unreliable advice of that demon lord.

With this thought, Yu Wuxia felt much happier, and the relic seemed to move, almost like it was about to spin and leap.

Jiaheng, hearing the noise, glanced at the relic. After a moment of silence, he tucked his tail under himself, covering what needed to be covered.

Though he couldn’t hear the relic’s laughter, he could sense it was probably laughing mischievously.

“…” Yu Wuxia.

The next day, after Yu Wuxia transformed back into human form, he didn’t find Jiaheng in the cave, so he hurried out to search for him.

Lacking much cultivation, he could only rely on faint traces of aura to track Jiaheng, finding him slowly drinking water by a stream.

Yu Wuxia approached, but Jiaheng didn’t react, continuing to drink water.

Yu Wuxia thought to himself that his master had probably become so used to being an Immortal that he had lost all vigilance. Even when he got close, there was no reaction.

The tiger, after drinking, instinctively shook its fur and turned to see Yu Wuxia washing his face in the stream.

The tiger seemed to pause for a moment but still said nothing. As it turned to leave, Yu Wuxia’s voice rang out behind him.

“Master, I have many things I want to tell you.”

The tiger’s steps faltered slightly before continuing.

Undeterred, Yu Wuxia followed, saying, “Master, you said before that you did four things wrong regarding me. But I never thought you did anything wrong, nor did I ever blame you.”

The tiger, guessing what Yu Wuxia was about to say but not wanting to hear it, sped up, moving gracefully through the forest.

Once the veil was lifted, he knew what awaited them. He wasn’t resistant but wanted to retreat.

Or rather, he wanted to maintain the current situation.

Isn’t this just fine as it is?

Why do people always need to dig deeper?

Yu Wuxia, undeterred, chased after him, shamelessly saying, “Master, after turning into a relic, I’ve reflected on many things. I was too extreme back then, trying to change the six realms for my own sake.”

“I always thought you didn’t value me, that you hated me. But after reflecting, I understood your dilemma. For someone who tried to destroy your cultivation but claimed to love you, not killing him was already lenient.”

“But back then, I was foolish and couldn’t understand your good intentions. I forced you to be with me. If I had been smarter and understood your heart, we wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

The running tiger, hearing Yu Wuxia’s nonsense, couldn’t help but growl and glare back at him.

What nonsense was he spouting?

Why did it sound like they had long been secretly in love?

“Master, don’t ignore me. It makes me very sad.”

Jiaheng hadn’t expected Yu Wuxia to suddenly “act spoiled,” and almost stumbled.

This person was getting crazier.

The tiger ran out of the forest and into the fields, with Yu Wuxia chasing close behind.

He shouted, “If you won’t respond to me, I’ll kiss you every time you ignore me until you speak.”

“…”

Hearing this, the tiger slipped and fell into a ditch.

In the next instant, Yu Wuxia’s figure pounced, pinning the tiger into the dirt.

T/N: Hey there! 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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