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Most Eligible Widow-Bachelor in the Six Realms

Chapter 94 – Buried under the Wutong tree

Chapter 94 (Extra 16)

 

Flat Top Mountain.

 

Clouds gather and disperse, gentle breeze caresses.

 

At the end of spring, wild grasses are still flourishing. A group of brown-gray wild chickens flap their wings, clucking as they search for food across the mountains. Those wild chickens who have already cultivated their forms no longer forage on the ground but instead fish in the streams or gather fruits in the woods.

 

A group of young chicken demons dressed in hemp clothes, carrying fruit baskets, walk along playfully. Upon seeing something, they cover their mouths and exchange glances, whispering quietly.

 

“That strange chicken is sitting on the mountaintop in a daze again.”

 

“She’s getting old. Instead of idling like this, why doesn’t she find a mate? Who knows if she can still lay eggs.”

 

“She’s always out of it. None of the males in the clan dare to get close to her.”

 

Although the chicken demons speak in hushed tones, every word reaches Luo Hui’s ears clearly.

 

Luo Hui glances at them, stands up, and spreads her wings with a flap, stirring up a cloud of dust.

 

Several chicken demons are instantly surrounded by dust, waving their hands and coughing. After the strong wind passes, they all look disheveled.

 

*Cough cough.*

 

“Who’s there?”

 

They look up at the mountaintop, intending to confront Luo Hui, but she has already disappeared.

 

Several chicken demons are infuriated, their faces pale.

 

“Weird chicken!”

 

“No wonder she can’t get married!”

 

*

 

Luo Hui flaps her wings and lands at the foot of the mountain. She meets several rooster demons who have just returned after catching fish, hearing them talk about an eagle demon that fell and got charred near Yuqiang Lake.

 

When the eagle fell, it created a pit over ten feet deep.

 

The clan members dared only to stand at the edge of the pit, watching without approaching. They planned to wait until the eagle demon’s corpse rotted before burying it on the spot.

 

Luo Hui walks with a heavy heart, thinking about the mocking words of the chicken demons earlier. She truly feels that she might never get married.

 

On her deathbed, her mother held her hand and told her she must marry a true dragon or a divine phoenix to continue the clan’s bloodline, lest it perish completely.

 

But where does she even meet such lofty true dragons and divine phoenixes now?

 

Sighing, she kicks a stray branch on the ground and lifts her head, only to realize she has unwittingly walked to the edge of Yuqiang Lake. Before her lies the deep pit the rooster demons were discussing earlier.

 

Thin wisps of smoke rise from the deep pit, emitting a charred smell that’s quite unpleasant.

 

No wonder the chicken demons avoid this place.

 

She originally wanted to cover her nose and leave, but she vaguely senses a faint breath still lingering in the pit. Furrowing her brow, she covers her nose and approaches the pit.

 

In the pitch-black pit lies a creature charred black beyond recognition.

 

Could this be the “eagle demon” spoken of by her people?

 

She casts a spell to turn the “eagle demon” over. It seems to feel pain as a muffled groan emanates from its chest, startling her into retracting her hand quickly. She didn’t expect this “eagle demon” to still have a faint sign of life.

 

Without further thought, she jumps into the deep pit. The eagle demon has been burned badly, its entire body emitting a smell of singed feathers.

 

She reaches out to the eagle demon’s neck, thinking it might not have much time left, only to find its pulse surprisingly strong. There’s still a chance to save it.

 

She takes out a handkerchief, covers her nose, and then carefully lifts the charred eagle demon onto her back. With a flick of magic, the two of them return in an instant to her small wooden house.

 

The eagle demon lies on the ground, revealing a long, slender neck.

 

She examines it closely and whispers softly, “An eagle’s neck doesn’t look like this.”

 

This slender neck resembles that of a swan.

 

Could it be a swan demon?

 

She inspected his body, flipping open his wings, and suddenly noticed a glimmer of gold amidst the charred feathers. She carefully plucked at his feathers and was astonished to find a patch of feathers not burnt black but gleaming gold!

 

Suppressing her excitement, she checked the feathers on his tail. The blaze had scorched them head-on, so unlike those on his chest, the feathers here were completely charred.

 

Peeling back the layer of dark feathers, she uncovered layers of golden feathers interlaced with brown patterns resembling ancient characters.

 

The pattern on the forehead resembled “virtue,” on the wings “righteousness,” on the back “propriety,” and on the chest “trust.”

 

Though the characters were now indiscernible, they hinted at his identity.

 

He was a phoenix!

 

Not some eagle demon or swan demon at all!

 

Luo Hui couldn’t believe a phoenix had fallen among the wild chickens, burned into this sorry state. Wasn’t it said that phoenixes undergo rebirth through fire? They shouldn’t fear fire.

 

Ignoring her curiosity, she hurriedly went to the mountain doctor to buy medicine. Returning, she tried to feed the phoenix with water, but he refused to drink!

 

She forcefully pried open his mouth and shoved the medicine down his throat, but he still wouldn’t swallow. Perplexed, she sought help from the mountain doctor, who advised her not to use ordinary water but morning dew to feed the phoenix. Only then did he swallow the medicine obediently.

 

Sure enough, after feeding him with morning dew, the phoenix, nearly burned to ashes, needed such delicate treatment.

 

Why was he so delicate?

 

Back when she fled for her life with her mother, they caught and ate insects. Who cared about such things then?

 

She administered the medicine for several days, combined with the phoenix’s own healing abilities. Three days later, right before her eyes, the phoenix transformed into human form.

 

In human form, the phoenix was no longer dark and charred but fair and strong, with muscles bursting with strength. Though his eyes were tightly closed, his handsome and dignified features were still evident. Lying naked on the bed, he resembled a work of art.

 

She was stunned, her gaze lingering on the phoenix. She knew that males of the phoenix clan were handsome, but she never expected him to be this striking.

 

His facial contours were flawless, as was his physique, with long arms and slender legs, and in between…

 

Blushing, Luo Hui reached out and covered him with a blanket.

 

Until then, she had hesitated about whether to bear children with this charred phoenix.

 

After all, a charred phoenix was still a phoenix.

 

But upon seeing his appearance, she made up her mind.

 

It was him.

 

This face, coupled with hers, could undoubtedly produce the most noble and beautiful child in heaven and earth.

 

Thus, when Si Shaoxun awakened from the depths of chaos, before he even opened his eyes, he heard a clear female voice in his ears.

 

“I saved you. You must marry me.”

 

Si Shaoxun opened his eyes, his vision gradually clearing, and he saw a girl in black armor. She had tied her hair into a ponytail behind her head, a few strands falling from her temples. Her gentle smile adorned her brows and eyes, and her lips moved slightly before him.

 

“Do you know how much I lost to care for you?” The girl counted on her fingers. “To buy medicine for you, I spent all my gold. To heal you, I lost half of my cultivation. And at home, I cared for you for seven days without going out to hunt, depleting our stored winter provisions. So now you owe me.”

 

Si Shaoxun regained his composure, surveying his surroundings with a clear understanding of the situation. Sitting up in bed, he suddenly realized he was completely unclothed under the sheets.

 

“…” Si Shaoxun remained silent.

 

Seeing his frozen state, Luo Hui explained, “There are no men’s clothes in my house, so I didn’t have anything for you to wear. Besides, you’ve been lying in bed, so there was no need for clothes.”

 

“…” Si Shaoxun said nothing.

 

For some reason, a hint of awkwardness flickered in his eyes.

 

How could this wild chicken spirit be so audacious? Keeping a naked man in her home like this!

 

He conjured up a snow-white robe, tightened its collar, and then uncovered himself.

 

Luo Hui reached out to help him, fearing he might be unsteady, but he avoided her touch without changing his expression.

 

“Is this the demon realm?” His voice, low and oddly magnetic, was unexpectedly pleasant to hear.

 

Luo Hui nodded.

 

Si Shaoxun had been subduing the Chi Kiss, already binding it, when it suddenly self-destructed, engulfing him in the Three Clear Flames that burned fiercely.

 

Already injured, he extinguished the flames but sustained serious wounds, causing him to fall unconscious from the Pingding Mountain.

 

Reflecting on this, he thanked Luo Hui and promised to show his gratitude with a grand gift upon returning to the Ninth Heaven.

 

Unexpectedly, Luo Hui hesitated before refusing, “No, I have only one condition: you must marry me.”

 

“…” Si Shaoxun couldn’t hide his surprise.

 

Si Shaoxun couldn’t help but look up at Luo Hui. Though bold celestial maidens were not rare in the heavenly realms, he had never encountered such a straightforward and uninhibited woman.

 

Meeting Si Shaoxun’s gaze, Luo Hui blushed slowly.

 

Couldn’t resist.

 

This man was just too good-looking.

 

Si Shaoxun averted his eyes, his expression unreadable. “Marriage is no trivial matter. It shouldn’t be decided so lightly.”

 

“How could it be trivial? I saved you, you should repay me. It’s only right and proper.” Luo Hui insisted.

 

Si Shaoxun pursed his lips, feeling their conversation was going nowhere. After a silent moment, he proposed that he could repay her in any other way except marriage.

 

But Luo Hui wouldn’t back down, and Si Shaoxun fell silent.

 

His injuries were nearly healed, and in a few days, he would leave this place. He planned to discuss how to repay Luo Hui at that time.

 

Before dawn, Luo Hui got up early, preparing to go out.

 

Listening to the faint sounds outside the folding screen, Si Shaoxun couldn’t help asking, “What are you going out to do?”

 

“To collect morning dew.” Luo Hui replied, carrying a basket and a bottle, her figure disappearing into the darkness.

 

She didn’t return until nearly noon, pouring out the collected morning dew into a bottle and placing it in front of Si Shaoxun. She then sat down to nibble on wild fruits.

 

Si Shaoxun had thought that after repeatedly declining her marriage proposal, she might be upset, but he hadn’t expected her to still be so considerate.

 

He remained silent. She seemed to recall something and furrowed her brows, asking, “What’s your name?”

 

“Si Shaoxun.”

 

Luo Hui’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Si Shaoxun. She had heard this name countless times.

 

Nowadays, descendants of the Phoenix clan in the Six Realms were rare, especially the Divine Phoenixes. In recent years, there had only been one Divine Phoenix born in the Phoenix clan.

 

Thus, this Divine Phoenix was also hailed as the last Divine Phoenix of the Six Realms.

 

His name was Si Shaoxun.

 

Seeing Luo Hui’s astonished expression, Si Shaoxun calmly said, “What’s the matter?”

 

“Nothing much, I just feel like I should marry you.” With that said, Luo Hui gnawed on wild fruits, lowering her head in thought.

 

“…” Si Shaoxun was speechless.

 

Si Shaoxun felt like he was being targeted by a hungry wolf. He planned to leave after resting tonight, but what he didn’t expect was that he would fall into her trap that very night.

 

He heard Luo Hui’s cry for help from the creek behind the mountain. Without much thought, he immediately flew over and stood on the water’s surface. Suddenly, Luo Hui stood up from the water and hugged him tightly from behind.

 

Before he could react, Luo Hui turned around and kissed the corner of his lips, passing some breath into his mouth.

 

Her brows and eyes were adorned with water droplets as she gently held his face. Her deep black eyes stared directly into his, “I just cast a love curse on you.”

 

“You…”

 

“You have no choice but to love me, to want me.”

 

Luo Hui kissed the corner of his lips. Perhaps due to the love curse taking effect, he intended to push her away, but instead of doing so, he was pulled into the water by her.

 

The passionate surge, hotter than the Chi Kiss’s flames, roared within him. Facing Luo Hui’s gaze, he felt the warmth and softness of her naked body against him, inch by inch losing his composure.

 

 

When Si Shaoxun woke up, Luo Hui was still asleep.

 

He silently watched the sleeping figure for a while before getting up. Luo Hui reached out and grabbed his waist, her fingers not quite behaving, feeling around his abdomen.

 

“…” He was speechless.

 

Her salty hands left a bunch of marks on him.

 

Were all demon women this bold?

 

He pushed her hand away and fastened his clothes, “I need to visit the Divine Phoenix clan first.”

 

She opened her blurry eyes and mumbled unclearly, “Will you come back?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Luo Hui waited for Si Shaoxun on Pingding Mountain for over a month but didn’t see him return. Instead, she heard gossip from the chicken demons in her clan, saying that Heaven had arranged a marriage between the Divine Phoenix clan and the Divine Phoenix clan, with Si Shaoxun marrying Princess Zhu.

 

Knowing that Si Shaoxun didn’t really like her, she figured his promise to return was just to placate her. Thus, in this month-long period, Si Shaoxun did not send her any letters.

 

She didn’t blame Si Shaoxun. She only wanted to borrow his seed.

 

If she didn’t get it, she would just find another target.

 

But if she did get it…

 

Luo Hui touched her abdomen, caught in a dilemma. With her cultivation, she couldn’t protect the child herself, so she needed to find the child’s father for protection.

 

A few days later, Luo Hui noticed her abdomen slightly bulging and her body showing unusual symptoms. Unable to tolerate any meaty smells, she went to a mountain doctor for an examination and indeed found out she was pregnant!

 

The old mountain doctor stroked his beard leisurely, “The egg in your belly seems unusually large.”

 

Of course, it was unusually large. This was the child of Yujia and the Divine Phoenix!

 

Luo Hui immediately exclaimed in excitement, “Doctor, are you sure I’m pregnant?”

 

“Yes.” The old mountain doctor hesitated for a moment. It was the first time he had seen an old hen so excited about laying an egg, as if she had laid a phoenix egg.

 

Before he could tell Luo Hui that there was still an egg in her belly that had not yet formed, she hurriedly thanked him and left.

 

Luo Hui went back to pack her things and, without stopping, went to the Ninth Heaven to find Si Shaoxun.

 

Little did she expect that she would give birth to the egg halfway there.

 

This egg was about eight or nine times larger than a normal chicken egg and looked exactly like an ordinary egg, with differences that could only be seen with careful observation.

 

Inside the eggshell, faint silver light seeped through. The silver interior was the true appearance of the Yu Jia egg.

 

The outer shell, as hard as iron, evolved over many years to camouflage and protect the Yu Jia egg.

 

She carried the egg, ascended through the Nine Heavens, and inquired about the position of the Phoenix Clan, heading straight there.

 

But within moments, the entire Nine Heavens buzzed with gossip. A wild chicken had come looking for Si Shao Xun, intending to use the chicken egg to assert its position.

 

 

Inside the great hall, Luo Hui carefully pulled out the chicken egg and showed it to Si Shao Xun and the members of the Phoenix Clan.

 

Si Shao Xun gazed at the unusually large egg in silence.

 

Luo Hui awkwardly explained, “You’re a divine phoenix, so you’re larger. That’s why this egg is bigger than usual.”

 

Before Si Shao Xun could speak, other members of the Phoenix Clan couldn’t help but rebuke Luo Hui.

 

“Where did this wild chicken come from? Claiming this egg is a descendant of our Phoenix Clan?”

 

“If you’re going to deceive, at least put in some effort. Our Phoenix Clan’s eggs don’t look like this at all, and furthermore…” The person didn’t finish their sentence, glancing at Si Shao Xun before continuing, “Our clan leader has never been interested in women, not even the celestial maidens. Why would he be fond of such a wild chicken like you?”

 

“That’s enough.” Si Shao Xun glanced at the person, who immediately fell silent. Si Shao Xun stepped forward, about to touch the egg, but Luo Hui quickly hid it again, afraid Si Shao Xun would discover something.

 

“This egg mustn’t cool down. I’ve wrapped it in cloth to maintain its temperature. In a little while, the child will be ready to hatch.”

 

Si Shao Xun said nothing, his gaze falling on Luo Hui’s disheveled hair and weary face. He instructed her to rest first.

 

She didn’t lie; indeed, the egg needed to be wrapped in cloth to maintain its warmth.

 

After Si Shao Xun arranged for her to stay, he didn’t come to see her for quite some time. She then reverted to her original form, closed her eyes, folded her wings, and sat on the bed incubating the egg.

 

Perhaps feeling uneasy, she dreamed of fleeing with her mother.

 

Her mother had also married a male phoenix, and shortly thereafter gave birth to her. The male phoenix treated her mother and her very well. Her mother thought that after so many years of marriage, the male phoenix was worth relying on, so she told him about her being a descendant of the Yu Jia blood.

 

As a result, that very night, the male phoenix’s face changed. He planned to kill her and drink her blood to ascend to the Ninth Heaven as a divine phoenix. He even advised her mother to have another child in the future.

 

Only then did her mother realize that so-called deep affection was no match for material gain. She took her and fled, both forced to the brink of despair.

 

Her mother told her that it must end, that news of the surviving Yu Jia tribe must not be known to anyone.

 

Her mother also said that the Yu Jia tribe must not perish, and she must continue the Yu Jia bloodline, not repeating her mistakes.

 

Above all, she must not trust those closest to her.

 

Finally, her mother embraced the male phoenix, and they perished together.

 

Luo Hui recalled this, a tear falling from her eye.

 

A hand with distinct bones wiped away her tears, a deep voice resonating above her head, instantly waking her from her dream.

 

“Why are you crying?”

 

“Ah… I…” Luo Hui was caught off guard, opening her eyes to meet Si Shao Xun’s gaze.

 

Si Shao Xun’s eyes were pitch black, with an unmistakable hint of scrutiny. She remembered her mother’s advice from the dream, pursed her lips, and explained, “I… I just thought of what the Phoenix Clan said earlier. Husband, would you also despise me and our child as mere wild chickens like others?”

 

“No.” After a pause, Si Shao Xun’s expression suddenly grew cold. “What did you call me?”

 

“Husband…” Luo Hui blinked.

 

“…”

 

Si Shao Xun seemed somewhat angry, furrowing his brows and glaring at Luo Hui before turning and leaving.

 

Luo Hui noticed the peculiar reddening at the base of Si Shao Xun’s ears and couldn’t help but add, “We already have a child together. Naturally, you are my husband, and I am your wife.”

 

Si Shao Xun’s footsteps quickened.

 

After teasing Si Shao Xun, Luo Hui chuckled and transformed back into human form. Just as she hid the egg away, the door suddenly burst open.

 

Before she could react, she was seized by a strange figure. When she woke up, she found herself imprisoned in an underwater dungeon.

 

Her hands were bound to wooden stakes with iron ropes inscribed with runes. Water submerged her from the chest down, her feet unable to touch the bottom. The pitch-black water revealed strange creatures floating within.

 

She screamed in fright, struggling to escape. However, the water itself was enchanted; any movement caused silver ripples to lash at her like elongated whips.

 

“Father, are you sure she’s Si Shao Xun’s beloved?”

 

“Of course. Otherwise, with Si Shao Xun’s temperament, why would he keep a wild chicken in his palace?”

 

“Let’s see now what her position is in Si Shao Xun’s heart. We thought joining forces with Chi Wen could kill Si Shao Xun, but he survived the Three Clearings’ intense flames.”

 

“Even if he survives, Father won’t let him take your position as clan leader.”

 

“Thank you, Father.”

 

 

Luo Hui faintly heard the conversation echoing around her. She lifted her head to locate the voices but saw nothing.

 

She had been confined in the water dungeon for three days, but her main concern was the egg. She had placed it in the Qiankun bag, unsure if Si Shao Xun would find it.

 

He must see it.

 

Just like a chicken egg, a Yu Jia egg needed continuous nurturing. If the nest was disturbed midway, the egg would turn cold and perish.

 

 

Luo Hui’s breath gradually weakened, and she drifted into unconsciousness. When she regained awareness, she heard the sound of water stirring. She fluttered her eyelashes, opened her eyes, and saw the water before her seeming to part as if with a life of its own, splitting into two sides.

 

A man in white robes trembled as he embraced her. She fell into his arms, hearing his voice by her ear.

 

“Luo Hui.”

 

She hadn’t told him her name. How did he know?

 

She parted her lips, and he lowered his head. She faintly heard a few words.

 

“Qiankun bag… egg…”

 

“It’s fine.”

 

Only then did Luo Hui relax and close her eyes.

 

Si Shao Xun’s gaze gradually lowered, noticing blood staining her skirt. The former water dungeon also bore faint traces of red.

 

The celestial physician informed him that she had recently developed an egg in her belly, now lost due to the cold.

 

His lips tightened, eyes darkening. After taking care of Luo Hui, he left the palace with a long sword.

 

He never cared for the position of Phoenix Clan leader.

 

Yet now, because of that position, Luo Hui was injured and he had lost a child.

 

It was all despicable.

 

 

Luo Hui woke up three days later. As she regained consciousness, she instinctively searched for the Qiankun bag by the bedside. Not finding it, she instead saw her egg safely placed inside a jade vessel at room temperature.

 

She quickly hugged the egg, as if holding a rare treasure recovered from loss. Sniffling, she leaned down and planted a heavy kiss on the eggshell.

 

“Sob, you scared Mama. Mama thought she’d never see you again.” Luo Hui kissed the eggshell a few more times.

 

She had no idea that during her time in the water dungeon, she had lost a child forever.

 

Si Shaoxun found that she was unaware of this matter, smiling foolishly all day long, so he concealed the truth from her, unable to bear to tell her the reality.

 

She had originally thought that by coming to the Ninth Heaven, she could live a luxurious life with her husband. However, she didn’t expect that Si Shaoxun would suddenly fall into darkness!

 

Si Shaoxun killed the current chief of the Phoenix Clan and his son. The Phoenix Clan was both fearful and resentful. To appease his anger, they planned to appoint him as the new clan chief. However, he refused. In a fit of anger, he left the Ninth Heaven and went to the Demon Realm.

 

Luo Hui’s dream of a beautiful life collapsed. She was forced to clutch at straws and follow Si Shaoxun to the Demon Realm.

 

“Did you kill them to avenge me?”

 

“No,” Si Shaoxun replied calmly. “They originally conspired against me with the hand of Chiwen, and deserved to die.”

 

Fortunately, soon after Si Shaoxun turned into a demon, he quickly defeated Chu Shanjun and became the new Demon Lord.

 

Luo Hui began to live another kind of luxurious life. Under her daily “egg teaching,” not long after, their child hatched from the egg.

 

Everything was just as she had imagined. This child inherited one hundred percent of Yu Jia’s bloodline and disguised itself as a wild chicken upon birth.

 

A pitch-black little wild chicken flapped its wings vigorously and took small steps, crawling out of the eggshell.

 

Luo Hui’s heart melted, unable to help but look at Si Shaoxun. Si Shaoxun’s expression remained calm and indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations as he looked at the little wild chicken, as if seeing a fruit on a tree.

 

She silently criticized him for being heartless, but on the surface, she fluttered into Si Shaoxun’s arms, one hand resting on his strong chest.

 

“A divine phoenix rules the Demon Realm, domineering and imposing. But a wild chicken ruling the Demon Realm is quite ironic. So, in order for our son to inherit your position properly in the future, I want to conceal his true identity and publicly declare him as a little divine phoenix.”

 

Si Shaoxun remained silent, his gaze fixed on the chirping little wild chicken, his thoughts inscrutable.

 

After a while, Si Shaoxun pushed away Luo Hui’s salty pig hand and said, “As you wish.”

 

Luo Hui was overjoyed. She didn’t expect this Ninth Heaven divine phoenix to be so easily deceived.

 

“Do you have anything to say to me?” Si Shaoxun asked.

 

“No, nothing.”

 

She cast an illusion to instantly transform the true form of the little wild chicken into the appearance of a little divine phoenix. The little wild chicken seemed dissatisfied, clucking and flapping its wings.

 

She smiled and patted the little wild chicken’s head, tossing a fat earthworm over.

 

“…”

 

“Husband, do you want to give our child a name?”

 

“As you wish.”

 

Just these two words again.

 

Luo Hui pouted and turned to Si Shaoxun, saying, “Mother hopes that you will grow up to be someone who corrects mistakes when necessary and is consistent in words and deeds, so let’s call you Si Guoyi for now.”

 

“…”

 

“The baby seems to be unhappy with this name. Why does he keep gesturing?” Luo Hui tugged at Si Shaoxun’s sleeve.

 

Si Shaoxun nodded.

 

Luo Hui smiled, “Then let him choose his own name when he grows up. For now, let’s call him Si Guoyi as a nickname.”

 

“…”

 

After Si Shaoxun left, Luo Hui did not feed Si Guoyi worms. Instead, she immediately threw away the fat earthworm and brought Si Guoyi celestial dew and jade brew.

 

“Guoyi, you must remember, you only like celestial dew and jade brew. You are a little divine phoenix. Please don’t let anyone know your true identity. When you grow up, Mother will tell you the reason.”

 

Luo Hui smiled and rubbed Si Guoyi’s head, vaguely feeling that Si Guoyi seemed to sigh. She couldn’t help but feel strange. Although her son was small in size, why did his expression look like that of a little adult?

 

Fortunately, the child was sensible. Whatever she said, he understood with just one mention, making her childcare work simple and relaxed.

 

Recently, Si Shaoxun had been busy, often leading his demon soldiers into battle outside.

 

She had never concerned herself with Si Shaoxun’s affairs until a maid hinted that a fairy had come to the Demon Realm and was constantly by Si Shaoxun’s side.

 

The maid’s words implied caution towards that fairy.

 

She found time to visit the military camp to find Si Shaoxun and sure enough, beside him was a fairy in a red dress. The fairy was tall and graceful, with delicate features like a painting, exuding an unreachable aura of elegance.

 

However, as she looked at Si Shaoxun, all her haughtiness faded, revealing eyes full of love.

 

Luo Hui held her breath, quietly approached, and listened to their conversation.

 

“Shaoxun, are you really not going back to the Heavenly Realm?”

 

“Zhu, since I’ve fallen into darkness, it’s impossible for me to go back. Besides, my wife and child are both in the Demon Realm.”

 

“Wife and child? Are you referring to that unknown wild chicken? Shaoxun, you’re the last divine phoenix of the Nine Heavens. How can you mix with her? The two of you are completely incompatible!”

 

Luo Hui couldn’t help but grind her teeth upon hearing this woman’s disdainful tone towards her, a truly venomous heart beneath her fairy appearance.

 

Does she need to comment on whether they are compatible or not?

 

Zhu then softened her tone. “Shaoxun, I know you don’t truly love her. She forced you to marry her through dirty means. I’m willing to wait for you at Mount Gushe until you change your mind.”

 

After saying this, Zhu didn’t wait for Si Shaoxun’s response and left with a spell.

 

Luo Hui didn’t enter immediately, unwilling to appear like she was catching them in the act. Instead, she waited until Zhu had been gone for a while before going in to find Si Shaoxun.

 

Si Shaoxun was looking at a map, his expression serious and focused. When he saw her appear, he only glanced up briefly.

 

Pretending not to know anything, she smiled and said, “Husband, Chu Shanjun’s subordinates still lack a few to be subdued.”

 

“One.”

 

“Oh, then Husband should be returning home soon.”

 

Si Shaoxun paused, looked up at her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing, I just suddenly missed my husband.”

 

At her words, Si Shaoxun’s mouth twitched.

 

Seeing his smile, tinged with a hint of mockery, she thought that with his former lover from the Heavenly Realm accompanying him, he probably didn’t want to see her at all, hence the smile.

 

Luo Hui suddenly lost the desire to continue chatting. After looking around inside the tent and not seeing any belongings of a woman, she said, “I’ll go back first.”

 

“Is there nothing you want to say to me?” Si Shaoxun suddenly looked up and asked her.

 

She shook her head, turned around, and left, not seeing the subtle change in his expression behind her.

 

 

Si Shaoxun quickly subdued the last opponent. However, instead of returning to Zhuyun Peak, he stayed on the drifting Firefly Island in the Demon Realm.

 

When Luo Hui learned of this, her expression briefly froze, but she quickly smiled and teased Si Shaoxun.

 

Since that incident when she “arranged” Si Shaoxun, the two had never been intimate again.

 

This husband was merely in name.

 

She had once thought of smoothing things over for the sake of their child, after all, the child would still need Si Shaoxun’s protection in the future.

 

That was when they first arrived in the Demon Realm. She had taken the initiative to undress and lie down on the bed, but when Si Shaoxun saw her, he merely reached out to help her adjust her clothes, his gaze lingering briefly on her abdomen before quickly looking away.

 

She probably understood that this man was not interested in her body.

 

Or rather, he was not interested in her body that had borne children.

 

It’s heard that many men disdain their wives’ figures after childbirth, and now her lower abdomen has extra skin, naturally not comparable to that slender-waisted fairy, the phoenix princess.

 

She no longer humiliates herself. Si Shaoxun cannot find her, and she does not seek Si Shaoxun.

 

Separated by a mountain, they haven’t seen each other for over twenty years.

 

But they never expected that their reunion after over twenty years would mark the end of her life.

 

She didn’t know what happened between Si Shaoxun and the Phoenix Clan. The Phoenix Clan vented their anger on Si Lan and captured him.

 

Watching Si Lan restrained and pressed to the ground, she nearly lost her sanity, the long sword in her hand almost slipping away.

 

Ju Zhu pinched Si Lan’s face, her eyes crazed with crimson madness: “He’s just a mongrel! Why should he bind Si Shaoxun? If not for you and him, how could Si Shaoxun have turned out like this? You both deserve to die.”

 

Ju Zhu made a move to execute Si Lan, but she swung her sword at Ju Zhu in defiance. Unexpectedly, the divine formation on Ju Zhu’s body rebounded, and the sword wound struck her own chest.

 

Fresh blood flowed continuously from her chest and mouth.

 

The long sword fell to the ground, and she also collapsed.

 

Torrential rain poured down, the sounds of rain, wind, and Si Lan’s crying mingling in her ears. She struggled to open her eyes and saw Si Lan’s face wet with rain.

 

“Mother, mother…”

 

She wanted to speak, opened her mouth, but only a gush of blood spurted out.

 

Si Shaoxun finally appeared.

 

Through the dense rain curtain, she couldn’t clearly see Si Shaoxun’s face, only his white clothes seemingly stained by the rain, strikingly vivid.

 

She said, “I’m dying… Promise me one last request, don’t let Si Lan’s identity be discovered.”

 

At these words, Si Shaoxun transformed into his true form as a divine phoenix, severed a pair of phoenix wings, and placed them on Si Lan’s back.

 

A peaceful smile finally appeared on her face.

 

Amidst the noisy rain, a hoarse question came.

 

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

 

“No.”

 

Never.

 

She used him, guarded against him.

 

Never loved him.

 

He was just a tool she had chosen.

 

And he, under the influence of love poison, was only this unwilling.

 

Si Shaoxun calmly handled her affairs and buried her body beneath the phoenix trees of Zhuyun Peak.

 

Her soul, however, he gathered into a Soul Lamp.

 

She died from spiritual trauma, unable to re-piece her soul back together.

 

He often looked at the Soul Lamp, day after day, without saying a word.

 

Later, he took the Soul Lamp to seek revenge on the Phoenix Clan. He struck Ju Zhu with a sword, but the backlash of the divine formation appeared on him as well.

 

Ju Zhu covered her wound, tears falling: “I was just angry for a moment, just trying to scare her by capturing the child. I didn’t expect her to strike me with a sword. If not for that, she wouldn’t have suffered the backlash…”

 

The Princess of the Phoenix Clan repaid Ju Zhu’s life with another life and saved her.

 

He dragged his wounds back to Zhuyun Peak and slept under the giant phoenix tree.

 

Years passed day by day.

 

His cultivation advanced rapidly, and he had already subdued the leaders of the twelve peaks of the Demon Realm.

 

There was nothing left for him to cling to. At the moment of his divine demise, Si Lan told him, “Mother once got drunk and said that the promise she made to you back then wasn’t a love poison, she never poisoned you.”

 

“Mother also said she really wanted… really wanted to grow old with you as a couple.”

 

Tears welled up in his eyes as he held the Soul Lamp, trembling slightly.

 

So that’s how it was.

 

That’s how it was.

 

In the sixtieth year after Luo Hui’s passing, he peacefully passed away under the phoenix tree, his soul carrying Luo Hui’s soul, entering the cycle of reincarnation.

 

He bribed the King of the Underworld, and in the next life, he and Luo Hui would have a perfect ending.

 

And in this life, their ashes were buried together under the phoenix tree.

 

Year after year, age after age, together forever.


T/N: And that marks the official end of the Most Eligible Widow-Bachelor in the Six Realms + side stories! I always love it when a series ends with tons of after and before scenarios; to make sure we’re not just left high and dry or hanging and empty at the end of the story!

Thank you to all my readers who left comments, it really helps motivate me. If you see any mistakes, feel free to drop a comment and I’ll fix it right up too. It helps me improve and learn too, plus it’ll probably improve the quality of reading for those after you (or yourself, if you choose to revisit this story). It was quite the ride, and I did not expect so many side couples with sad backstories. Welp, at least the main couple got together right…?

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Chapter 93 – Bian Rang is pregnant again

Chapter 93 (Extra 15)

 

Inside the cave, the tiger and Bian Rang faced each other.

 

Neither was adept at socializing, so they sat silently, holding their breath to eavesdrop on the conversation outside.

 

Outside the cave, Yu Wuxia’s clothes fluttered in the wind, a faint smile on his face.

 

Jiuying’s lips tightened into a straight line. Faced with this bald donkey who had nearly killed him, he couldn’t muster a smile.

 

“What do you want to tell me?” he asked.

 

“Is there a scar on your heart?” Yu Wuxia looked at him skeptically.

 

“Yes…” Jiuying stared at him.

 

“It’s the scar left by the Heavenly Law’s tail finger. It torments you whenever it rains,” Yu Wuxia smiled, “but it can be healed. If you destroy the Heavenly Law’s severed tail finger, the scar will naturally disappear.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Mm.”

 

“Why are you telling me this?” Jiuying frowned at him. Despite hearing that this bald donkey had undergone a profound transformation after coming back to life and no longer sought to destroy the six realms, he still harbored some distrust towards him.

 

Would he really be so kind?

 

Could he be hatching another bad idea?

 

“Meeting each other must be fate,” Yu Wuxia shook the bell on his right arm. Inside the cave, the tiger emerged.

 

Jiuying noticed a matching bell around the tiger’s neck.

 

The tiger showed no expression, walked out without looking at Yu Wuxia, and swished its tail as it walked away.

 

Yu Wuxia followed behind the tiger, saying, “The Heavenly Law’s tail finger is now in the Demon Lord’s hands. You can ask him for it.”

 

With that said, the man and the tiger disappeared into the morning mist.

 

In the mist, faint sounds of intersecting bells could be heard.

 

*

 

When Bian Rang woke up from the bed, he didn’t see Jiuying and assumed as usual that Jiuying had gone out to find food for him. He stayed in bed, slept a little longer until noon, and still didn’t see Jiuying return.

 

They had agreed earlier to go to the Ninth Heaven in the afternoon to find Si Lan and destroy the Heavenly Law’s tail finger.

 

Now where could Jiuying have gone?

 

Bian Rang got out of bed, threw on a long robe, and walked out absentmindedly.

 

A white bird chirped and landed on his hand. He touched the bird’s forehead, about to communicate with Jiuying, when he sensed a smell of blood carried by the mountain wind.

 

Turning around, he saw Jiuying covered in blood in front of him.

 

He quickly let go of the bird in his hand and rushed to Jiuying. “What happened? Were you attacked by a wild beast?”

 

Jiuying didn’t speak. He trembled as he unbuttoned Bian Rang’s long robe stained with blood. Bian Rang lowered his head and saw that the ferocious scar on his chest had disappeared.

 

Bian Rang suddenly understood.

 

Jiuying smiled relievedly, but blood overflowed from his mouth. “The scar is gone…”

 

After saying that, he collapsed into Bian Rang’s arms.

 

Bian Rang hurriedly helped him into the cave and examined his injuries. “Didn’t we agree to go to the Ninth Heaven together?” He untied Jiuying’s long robe soaked in blood, finding no wounds on the surface, suspecting Jiuying had internal injuries.

 

The sword transformed from the Heavenly Law’s tail finger was not easily destroyed; casting spells on it would backfire on the caster.

 

Therefore, Jiuying had never intended to take Bian Rang to the Ninth Heaven. While Bian Rang slept, he went alone to find Si Lan and, with Si Lan’s help, exerted all his strength to destroy the sword.

 

At the moment the sword was destroyed, the soul of Yide, trapped within, was also freed. Yide reincarnated and went to find Kui.

 

Jiuying was injured by the sword’s aura, almost shattering his internal organs. The ringing of swords kept buzzing in his ears. After destroying the sword, he dared not stop and immediately returned to Sanxu Mountain. It wasn’t until he saw the scar on Bian Rang’s chest disappear that he felt relieved, lying down on the bed, his breath faint.

 

He reached out and touched Bian Rang’s face, comforting, “I’m fine, just need some rest.”

 

Bian Rang’s face was grim, silent. He continuously infused spiritual power into Jiuying until Jiuying’s breathing stabilized, then spoke, “When a ghost dies, it becomes a wisp and must reside in the realm of the underworld. If you die, I won’t see you again.”

 

Only then did fear flicker across Jiuying’s face. He held Bian Rang’s hand tightly, coughed weakly, and said, “I… I won’t die. I know my limits.”

 

Bian Rang wanted to retract his hand but couldn’t. He didn’t know where Jiuying got the strength to grip him; moments ago, he seemed as fragile as a thread.

 

Jiuying’s hand fell to Bian Rang’s collar, as if he intended to unbutton it again. Bian Rang instinctively tightened his grip, frowning at him. Jiuying awkwardly said, “I just want to… cough cough, confirm again.”

 

Seeing his pale face, Si Lan reluctantly helped him undo his clothes to confirm. He reached out to touch Si Lan’s chest, causing him to pause briefly.

 

The scar on his chest was gone, but the bruised kisses in shades of green and purple remained intertwined like ancient patterns.

 

“Cough, cough.”

 

He suddenly coughed again.

 

Si Lan immediately bent down to check on him, but he abruptly pulled Si Lan into his arms.

 

Now grown, he had a tall and slender figure compared to Si Lan, with skin not as fair but more wheat-colored. When their bodies overlapped, it seemed like a wild beast had ensnared Si Lan from behind.

 

“Si Lan, I want to hold you.”

 

With a lowered head, Haowei’s almost imperceptible kiss landed on Si Lan’s neck, his voice soft and nearly inaudible, yet with a rising intonation, as if he were coquettish.

 

Si Lan didn’t struggle, nor dared to, afraid of hurting this ghost.

 

Haowei murmured, “When the snow in the Northern Plains melts, we can start anew.”

 

Si Lan sighed, “You should focus on recovering first.”

 

“Mm.”

 

 

Outside the cave came a strange noise, a white bird flew in, and Si Lan wanted to get up to check, but Haowei held him tightly from behind.

 

Haowei had fallen asleep.

 

Even in dreams, the strength in his arms did not diminish.

 

Si Lan could only sigh, gripping Haowei’s hand back, unable to shake off the words Haowei had said earlier.

 

“When the snow in the Northern Plains melts, we can start anew…”

 

In fact, back then, “When the snow in the Northern Plains melts, I will return,” was just something he used to comfort Haowei. He hadn’t expected to be able to return to cultivation after his soul dispersed.

 

Perhaps it was his determination for Haowei, for the child, or perhaps the heavens softened, but in the end, he returned.

 

After Haowei slept for a while, he finally loosened his grip on Si Lan’s hand, muttering indistinctly.

 

Si Lan leaned closer, hearing him intermittently call his name.

 

“Si… Lan… Lan…”

 

Si Lan’s heart stirred slightly as he looked at Haowei’s half-closed eyes and asked, “What will you do if I can’t come back?”

 

“I’ll keep waiting.”

 

Just waiting, like it had been a hundred thousand years already, silently waiting.

 

Waiting until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, waiting until death.

 

Si Lan bent down and kissed Haowei’s lips. A tear fell from his eye onto Haowei’s forehead, and Haowei turned over groggily.

 

Si Lan walked out of the cave and saw a jade seven-star bottle on the ground, containing several immortality pills.

 

These pills could heal Haowei’s internal injuries.

 

He held the bottle and looked up at the sky. “Thank you, Junli.”

 

Facing the mountain wind, he stood silently for a moment.

 

“Si Lan!”

 

Inside the cave, Haowei woke up, not seeing Si Lan, and panicked as he got out of bed, loudly calling Si Lan’s name.

 

Si Lan heard him and walked in. Haowei saw him and immediately hugged him.

 

Like a child, Haowei murmured, “Where did you go?”

 

“Just outside.”

 

“Don’t go far.”

 

“I’m just at the door.”

 

“That’s… not allowed either.”

 

Si Lan fell silent for a moment. “Okay.”

 

Haowei smiled, a faint blush on his face, lowered his head, and lightly brushed lips with Si Lan.

 

Si Lan sighed inwardly.

 

After reuniting, Haowei became increasingly clingy, more and more like a child.

 

Haowei’s lips touched above Si Lan’s ear, “Si Lan, I feel little Ah Li is lonely with only Senior Brother.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Si Lan looked at him in confusion, thinking he meant to bring Xie Li back, but Haowei pursed his lips and whispered, “Why don’t we have a little brother or sister for him?”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

“Do you prefer a boy or a girl?”

 

“Haowei!”

 

“A girl then. We already have a son, so a daughter would be nice.”

 

“Haowei, you…”

 

“The daughter should look like me, no, she should look like you.” Haowei continued talking, pulling Si Lan towards the bed, not giving Si Lan a chance to refuse. “She will definitely be the most beautiful woman under the heavens.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

“What are you thinking? You should focus on recovering!”

 

“So, does that mean once I recover, it’s okay?!” Haowei’s eyes suddenly lit up.

 

Si Lan felt like the jade seven-star bottle in his hand was burning. He wanted to quietly throw away those immortality pills.

 

But in the end, he didn’t. He fed them to Haowei.

 

Haowei’s body recovered exceptionally fast. After recovering, he persistently persuaded Si Lan, finally tasting meat again.

 

After indulging fully, he touched Si Lan’s abdomen as if casting a spell, muttering, “Let’s have a daughter, let’s have a daughter, let’s have a daughter.”

 

Si Lan, infuriated, kicked him away.

 

At the year’s end, the sky showed an omen, clouds in the shape of a child covered Sanxu Mountain.

 

Suddenly, a thunderous laughter echoed from within Sanxu Mountain.

 

“He’s pregnant! He’s pregnant! Ahahahaha…”


T/N: Twooooooooo!

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 92 – Bullying Bian Rang

Chapter 92 (Extra 14)

 

When Jiuying parted from Bian Rang’s lips, both were breathing irregularly, their eyes slightly red, as if they had just been in a fight. The hot spring mist enveloped the cave, the temperature rising gently, flushing their faces with a rush of blood, their hearts beating like drums.

 

Bian Rang pushed Jiuying away, wiping his mouth, his expression slightly unnatural.

 

Jiuying wanted to say something, but his gaze suddenly caught Bian Rang’s bare image, and he swallowed hard, unable to speak.

 

“Bian… Bian Rang, don’t freeze.” Jiuying’s voice trembled faintly, his arms shaking as he dr4p3d a piece of clothing over Bian Rang, feeling the softness under his fingertips that softened his heart.

 

However, he didn’t dare to take further liberties.

 

That night, Bian Rang slept on the soft couch covered with beast skins that Jiuying had personally made, while Jiuying himself slept on a hammock. He felt good, the hammock swaying gently as he occasionally turned to look at the figure on the couch.

 

Moonlight bathed the ground in pale light, half of Bian Rang’s face bathed in moonlight, the other half hidden in shadows. He slept peacefully, hands curled against his chest, breathing calmly like a well-behaved child.

 

Jiuying quietly watched him like this until dawn.

 

The next day.

 

When Bian Rang opened his eyes, he was unexpectedly met with Jiuying’s face close by. His expression changed suddenly.

 

Jiuying smiled foolishly, “Are you awake?”

 

Bian Rang sat up, and Jiuying quickly took out a cloth soaked in warm water, as if to wipe his face. Bian Rang raised his hand to stop him, looking at him somewhat strangely.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Don’t move, I’m going to wipe your face.”

 

The warm cloth gently touched Bian Rang’s face. As Jiuying’s fingers traced near Bian Rang’s lips, he could faintly see traces left from their kiss last night, lips slightly swollen, faintly tinged with blood.

 

Jiuying couldn’t help but feel remorseful; last night, he had lost control for a moment, not gentle enough. Would he anger Bian Rang?

 

“That’s enough, Jiuying.”

 

Bian Rang looked up at the man before him. During the face wiping, he didn’t know what Jiuying was thinking, constantly wiping near his lips, almost pressing against his face.

 

Jiuying awkwardly withdrew his hand, put down the cloth, and proceeded to comb Bian Rang’s hair. Living in the Sangu Mountain now was different from the Nine Heavens; it was more convenient to tie up his hair.

 

“Bian Rang, your hair looks really good.”

 

The strands were distinct, silver-white like snow, flowing over his shoulders like shimmering silk.

 

Not just his hair, in fact, every aspect of him was handsome enough to make Jiuying’s head spin. A hundred thousand years ago, he had deliberately overlooked Bian Rang’s beauty, and now,

 

But Bian Rang said nothing, wanting to ignore the extraordinary young man’s affectionate tribute.

 

After Jiuying finished tying up Bian Rang’s hair, he looked at the fully revealed eyebrows and eyes of Bian Rang and couldn’t help sighing, “Bian Rang, you’re really handsome.”

 

Finally, Bian Rang couldn’t bear it anymore. “Jiuying, I’ve already told you, I don’t blame you. You don’t have to be so attentive.”

 

“I’m not just… I just want to be a little nicer to you.”

 

Jiuying realized he was growing increasingly timid. A hundred thousand years ago, he hadn’t blinked when Bian Rang was about to kill him. But now, when Bian Rang slightly frowned as if to get angry, he couldn’t help explaining, his heart pounding with fear.

 

After saying this, he looked at Bian Rang nervously. Bian Rang seemed speechless, pursed his lips, turned around, and walked out of the cave.

 

The moment Bian Rang stepped out of the cave, Jiuying quickly cast a spell to conjure a paper umbrella, holding it over Bian Rang’s head.

 

Bian Rang glanced at the paper umbrella above his head, then fixed his gaze ahead, asking as he walked, “You were almost sacrificed in the Five Pointed Nine Heavens Array by someone named Yu Wuxia?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And someone named Fanyu’s blood was also to be sacrificed?”

 

“Yeah, that’s what I heard.” Jiuying wasn’t clear on the details, only knowing that apart from him, those selected included Dayong, the lord of the underworld, Xue Rong, and a drop of blood from Fanyu.

 

After the dissolution of the Five-Pointed Nine-Heavens Formation, they were supposed to enter the cycle of reincarnation, but he refused to forget Bian Rang, choosing instead to enter the ghost path and wait for Bian Rang’s return.

 

Bian Rang suddenly stopped, snapped off a tree branch, and drew a strange runic shape on the ground. The runes shimmered with light, momentarily expanding before dispersing like ripples.

 

Shortly after, the light waves converged again, but the runes remained unchanged.

 

This was a Soul-Searching Formation. If Fan Yu were still alive or, like him, gradually repairing his soul fragments, the formation would have responded. But there was no change now.

 

It seemed Fan Yu might not be able to be reborn anytime soon.

 

Come to think of it, with Fan Yu’s temperament, he would likely confront the Heavenly Law to the end, bearing deeper responsibilities and enduring longer atonement for his sins.

 

Bian Rang threw away the branch in his hand and stood between cliffs in silence.

 

Jiuying held up an umbrella, saying nothing and asking nothing more about Bian Rang’s affairs, quietly accompanying him.

 

For Jiuying, just being able to see Bian Rang was already a great fortune.

 

*

 

Dark clouds roamed in from the distant sky, birds circling low, and the air became humid and sultry, signaling rain.

 

Bian Rang lay on a soft pallet, covered with a blanket made of animal skins, his long hair loose, and a pale jawline peeking out from the furry skin.

 

Outside the cave, a torrential rain suddenly poured down, accompanied by howling mountain winds.

 

Fearing Bian Rang would be cold, Jiuying lit a fire outside and roasted several wild chickens. When the chickens were cooked, their fragrance filled the air. Jiuying went to call Bian Rang, but saw him curled up, clutching his chest, seemingly enduring intense pain.

 

Jiuying hurried over, wanting to touch Bian Rang but afraid of hurting him, so he gently held Bian Rang’s arm and said, “Bian Rang, what’s wrong?”

 

Bian Rang looked up at him, and Jiuying noticed his face was pale, sweat beading on his temples, his eyes dark and sunken. Jiuying’s heart skipped a beat. He looked down and saw Bian Rang tightly gripping the fabric over his chest.

 

Jiuying swallowed hard, his face paling. “Bian Rang, let me see.”

 

Bian Rang’s fingers clenched tightly. Jiuying patiently coaxed and gently separated Bian Rang’s fingers, unfastening his clothes.

 

By the faint light of the cave, Jiuying saw the scar on Bian Rang’s chest, more sinister and swollen than before, like a scorpion poised to strike on his fair, clean chest.

 

Jiuying’s heart felt as though it had been pierced. Trembling, he tentatively touched the scar. “What… happened to it?”

 

Bian Rang lay back into the animal fur blanket, eyes tightly shut, lips dry as he murmured, “It… aches on rainy days.”

 

Jiuying couldn’t find words, staring at the scar.

 

Another wave of pain hit, causing Bian Rang to breathe quicker, hand pressed against his chest, lips pressed into a thin line, devoid of color.

 

Jiuying cast a spell, palm against the scar, trying to ease Bian Rang’s pain. But this scar came from the depths of his spiritual altar, eternal and indestructible. Ordinary methods couldn’t heal it.

 

His mind involuntarily recalled past scenes—Bian Rang’s near-death escape from the killing formation, and his own betrayal, stabbing Bian Rang’s heart when he was defenseless.

 

Back outside, the heavy rain continued, its sound seeming to land directly on Jiuying’s heart, leaving it pitted with dense, lingering pain.

 

He was a bastard.

 

His lips trembled as he held Bian Rang, seeing him in such agony. Jiuying motioned for Bian Rang to bite him.

 

Bian Rang’s curled eyelashes glistened with moisture, meeting Jiuying’s gaze for a moment before turning away, ignoring him.

 

Helpless, Jiuying awkwardly kissed the scar, hoping to distract Bian Rang from his pain.

 

Bian Rang’s body stiffened for a moment.

 

 

In the rainy darkness of the cave, the light was dim.

 

Suddenly, a sharp intake of breath sounded. Bian Rang muttered hoarsely, “Jiuying!”

 

There was a hint of command in his voice.

 

Jiuying’s entire body seemed to ignite instantly, blood burning, skin feverish, eyes reddening, even his exhaled breath scorching.

 

He swallowed hard, grabbed Bian Rang’s wrist, and leaned down to kiss the wound, his actions a mix of selflessness and selfishness.

 

With misty eyes that exuded a shimmering allure, his originally bright pupils appeared even more affectionate. The voice from his throat, intended to stop Jiuying, unknowingly carried a lingering hint of intimacy.

 

“Ji… ying, don’t…”

 

This peculiar sensation gradually made him forget the pain in his heart.

 

Jiuying grew bolder, devouring like a wild beast, tearing bones and consuming.

 

Both their thoughts returned to the scene from a hundred thousand years ago, their first time.

 

In the illusion, Jiuying took advantage of Bian Rang’s unclear consciousness, seducing and forcefully indulging. Back then, Jiuying completely disregarded Bian Rang’s feelings, only obsessed with relentless torment.

 

Later, they established a relationship and spent harmonious days in the Ninth Heaven, freely indulging in their pleasures.

 

Now, after many years, their long-sealed bodies were just slightly closer, yet stuck together like burning fire, inseparable.

 

 

 

Jiuying didn’t go all the way. He didn’t want to continue bullying Bian Rang whenever he felt uncomfortable like before. After they completely opened up to each other, then he would wholeheartedly possess him.

 

Bian Rang felt a bit tired, lying on the soft couch, curled up sleeping. A furry beast-skin blanket covered his small frame.

 

Jiuying hugged him, closed his eyes intending to sleep, but no matter what, he couldn’t fall asleep, his lips involuntarily curled upwards.

 

He couldn’t help muttering to himself, “Jiuying, Jiuying, how can you be so spineless?”

 

Just a slight taste last night, and you’re this excited?

 

He was already sleepless last night, and if he didn’t sleep again today, he might not survive long.

 

Thinking about this in his heart, he drifted off until morning, feeling frustrated, but when he saw the sleeping face in his arms, his regret vanished in an instant. He lowered his head stealthily, giving Bian Rang a kiss on the forehead.

 

Still not satisfied, he continued downward, kissing Bian Rang’s nose and the corners of his lips.

 

Through the blanket covering Bian Rang’s body, he saw the marked neck and chest of Bian Rang, and his ears couldn’t help but burn.

 

Jiuying, oh Jiuying, you’re really not human.

 

 

 

Jiuying stretched lazily and walked out of the cave.

 

After the rain, the mountains and forests seemed to have been dyed with bright colors. The leaves were exceptionally green, and the mountains were especially black. The air carried a rich scent of dust, and faint winds rustled through the trees.

 

Jiuying experienced what “beauty” meant for the first time.

 

Having lived as a snake for so many years, he had never felt peace, tranquility, and happiness like this moment.

 

And all of this was brought to him by the person still sleeping.

 

“Master, slow down a bit, wait for your disciple.”

 

Suddenly, a strange male voice and the aura of a fierce beast came from a tho-ny path beside him.

 

Jiuying instinctively held his breath, narrowed his eyes, and adopted a defensive posture. Out from the path emerged a sleek and glossy tiger-beast with well-groomed fur. Behind the beast walked a man in black clothes with a shaved head.

 

Although the man’s attire was ordinary, his unique and outstanding aura marked him as someone extraordinary.

 

The man and the tiger-beast, upon seeing Jiuying, also paused slightly.

 

At this moment, Bian Rang walked out from the cave and stood behind Jiuying, looking at the man and the tiger-beast. “They…”


T/N: Three more chapters! (Yes, I’m counting down…)

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Chapter 91 – Untie the knot

Chapter 91 (Extra 13)

 

  *Smack.*

 

  Bian Rang turned around, his palm striking Jiuying’s face hard.

 

  Jiuying covered half of his face in astonishment, staring blankly at Bian Rang.

 

  Bian Rang’s eyes were no longer as clear and lost as when he had just been reborn; they now carried a coldness, as deep and lonely as an abyss.

 

  He must have remembered something.

 

  The corner of Jiuying’s mouth twitched, his voice unconsciously lowering: “Bian Rang.”

 

  Bian Rang ignored him, turning away to continue looking at Xie Li. Xie Li, startled by the slap just now, still had wild berries in his mouth, swallowing nervously while looking timidly at Bian Rang.

 

  This handsome older brother was quite fierce!

 

  He was most afraid of people like this.

 

  Unexpectedly, when Bian Rang turned around, his face suddenly lit up with a gentle smile like a spring breeze, his eyes and brows filled with tenderness. He bent down and patted Xie Li’s head: “What’s your name?”

 

  ”Xie Li.”

 

  This big brother changes his expression so quickly.

 

  Xie Li couldn’t help muttering to himself, swallowing unconsciously, a piece of unchewed wild berry stuck in his throat, making his face turn red from being choked.

 

  He pinched his throat trying to cough out the fruit, but couldn’t.

 

  Bian Rang quickly reached out to help him relax, patting his back: “What’s wrong? Is it stuck?”

 

  ”Mm-hmm.” Xie Li’s eyes were red from choking, his chubby face turning even redder as he dry heaved, unable to vomit.

 

  Seeing Xie Li in discomfort, Bian Rang’s heart tightened: “Xiao Li, let me hold you upside down, see if it helps you vomit it out.” In his urgency, he forgot his own magic skills and just wanted to help Xie Li by traditional means.

 

  Fortunately, Jiuying hadn’t lost his composure. He stepped forward: “Let me.” He placed his hand on Xie Li’s throat and used magic to soften the stuck fruit.

 

  Xie Li immediately stopped coughing, gently breathing out, softly thanking Jiuying: “Thank you, Big Snake.”

 

  Jiuying’s face blushed slightly.

 

  Bian Rang glanced at Jiuying, then refocused on Xie Li’s face, overflowing with affection in his eyes.

 

  Upon closer inspection, Xie Li bore a resemblance to himself by about five or six points. Especially his mouth, which had a thin crescent-shaped curve, almost identical to his own.

 

  Bian Rang bent down, his gaze level with Xie Li’s: “Would you like some water?”

 

  Xie Li shook his head.

 

  Bian Rang reached out to touch Xie Li’s brows and cheeks, murmuring softly: “Xiao Li, how have you been in the Demon Realm?”

 

  Xie Li nodded: “I’ve been well. His Majesty treats me well, and so does Senior Brother.”

 

  The Big Snake asked him the same question last time.

 

  It’s really strange.

 

  Why does everyone keep asking him if he’s doing well?

 

  Bian Rang pursed his lips, intending to ask Xie Li if he wanted to leave with him, when suddenly, Quze’s voice echoed from afar.

 

  ”Ah Li.”

 

  Xie Li hurriedly skipped over to Quze. Quze’s face was tense; the young boy’s figure was as tall and slender as an adult’s, with clearly defined knuckles tapping on Xie Li’s shoulder.

 

  He nodded towards Jiuying and Bian Rang: “It’s time for school. I’ll take Xie Li to the academy.”

 

  ”School?” Bian Rang exclaimed in surprise.

 

  ”Yes, His Majesty established an academy. Before turning nine hundred, all demons in the Demon Realm must attend to study and practice.” Thus, after Quze escorted Xie Li to the academy, he would go practice alone.

 

  After adulthood, his studies diverged from Xie Li’s, focusing mainly on spellcasting. Before adulthood, children like Xie Li mainly learned literacy and the laws of the six realms and five elements.

 

  Bian Rang was speechless upon hearing this.

 

  Nine hundred years… Demons actually have to study for nine hundred years?

 

  No wonder he felt something was amiss when he came to the Demon Realm.

 

  In his memory, the Demon Realm was rampant with monsters, constant wars, and everywhere was filled with blood and corpses. But now, the Demon Realm exuded a sense of peace and prosperity everywhere…

 

  ”Goodbye.” Holding Quze’s hand, Xie Li waved at Jiuying and Bian Rang.

 

  Bian Rang silently watched Xie Li’s departing figure, hesitated for a moment, held his breath, concealed his figure, and followed behind Xie Li.

 

  He wanted to see how Xie Li was living in the Demon Realm.

 

  Jiuying also concealed himself and followed behind Bian Rang. Since realizing Bian Rang had regained his memories, Jiuying had been minimizing his presence, silently guarding Bian Rang. In his hand, a colorful paper umbrella appeared, shading Bian Rang from the sunlight.

 

He remembered how he used to fear the sun.

 

Because the sun could make people ugly.

 

“Shixiong, who are they?” Xie Li curiously asked Quze.

 

Quze glanced ahead. “They are His Majesty’s friends.”

 

“Ah, His Majesty’s friends? So, if they come to see me, do they want to be friends with me too?” Xie Li exclaimed in surprise, opening his mouth wide to reveal a small cavity in his teeth.

 

Quze didn’t respond, but his brow furrowed slightly, his expression tinged with unease. Xie Li spoke several times without hearing Quze reply, so he couldn’t help but shake Quze’s arm and coquettishly plead, “Shixiong, why aren’t you speaking?”

 

“Shixiong is here,” Quze reluctantly responded. At the academy, he instructed him, “Behave and listen to the teacher today. Shixiong will come to fetch you after his cultivation.”

 

Pouting, Xie Li noticed that Shixiong seemed distracted just now and realized he might not be happy, so he said, “Shixiong, come down.”

 

Without asking why, Quze bent down.

 

Xie Li approached, pinched Quze’s cheeks, and rubbed them on both sides. “Shixiong, if you don’t want them to be my friends, I won’t see them again.”

 

Quze’s usually expressionless face softened slightly as Xie Li squeezed and flattened his cheeks, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness and indulgence. He also pinched Xie Li’s cheek, “What nonsense are you saying? Go study.”

 

“Okay!” Xie Li chuckled and turned away, not forgetting to mutter as he ran, “Shixiong, remember to come pick me up quickly tonight.”

 

“Mm.” Quze stood up, a smile playing at his lips under the warm sunlight.

 

Bian Rang glanced at Quze, his figure flickering, and followed Xie Li into the academy.

 

Once inside, Bian Rang’s expression darkened slightly.

 

He had expected the little devils in the academy to be as delicate and cute as his own son, noble and elegant. However, these little devils were oddly shaped, crooked-mouthed, emitting a unique demonic aura.

 

To Bian Rang, it was akin to poison.

 

Meanwhile, Xie Li was enjoying himself. Before the teacher arrived, he rode on the back of an elephant demon, played tag, plucked a few whiskers from a goat-like creature, and frightened several chicken spirits into a chaotic run, disrupting the peace of the entire academy.

 

After having his fill of fun, he pretended to sit properly on a small stool, waiting for the teacher.

 

“…” Bian Rang sighed inwardly.

 

Beside him, Jiuying tilted his paper umbrella towards Bian Rang, blocking all sunlight from above. Annoyed, he said, “Children are always so mischievous.”

 

Bian Rang still ignored Jiuying, sitting at a corner of the small stool, observing Xie Li reading his book.

 

It was an ancient legend with annotations.

 

As Xie Li flipped through the pages, he suddenly stopped. Bian Rang lowered his eyes and saw that the annotation told the story of Jiuying assassinating a tyrant, accompanied by an illustration.

 

The drawing depicted a nine-headed serpent revealing its true form, wielding a long halberd to kill the tyrant Bian Rang.

 

While the world knew this story, it didn’t capture the exact details, hence the discrepancy in the illustration.

 

Xie Li stared at the drawing, his face becoming serious.

 

Bian Rang glanced at Xie Li, even noticing the tiny soft hairs on his face, feeling a surge of indescribable affection and tenderness. He thought Xie Li had realized something, but then heard him mutter, “The big snake is quite powerful.”

 

Xie Li turned the page and continued reading other stories.

 

*

 

In the afternoon, Quze arrived promptly to fetch Xie Li. Xie Li shared what he had learned with Quze, who occasionally nodded or quizzed him.

 

Though young, Xie Li had a good memory. Each correct answer prompted him to bounce around Quze, pestering him for candies.

 

Quze just smiled and shook his head.

 

 

When Bian Rang initially planned to take Xie Li away, he wanted to keep Xie Li by his side. After observing for a day, he changed his mind. The figures of one large and one small, under the sunset’s glow, gradually disappeared into Zhuyun Peak.

 

He couldn’t bear to disturb Xie Li’s peace and happiness.

 

Living together with him wouldn’t be as good as letting him stay with his senior brother, who lost his arm.

 

“Junli, thank you.”

 

He thanked him for taking care of his child so well. Without Fanyu and Junli, Xie Li would have ceased to exist long ago. Such a weak spirit fetus, not even full-term, unable to survive without feeding on the blood of the heart.

 

Fanyu and Junli nurtured him for a hundred thousand years before he survived.

 

Thinking of this, Bian Rang looked up at the vast sky.

 

This should be the happiest and most worthwhile thing since his resurrection.

 

Otherwise, even if he was resurrected, he wouldn’t be able to accept Jiuying without the child.

 

Jiuying stood by his side and whispered, “Do we still need to continue following Little Li?”

 

Bian Rang withdrew his gaze, glanced at Jiuying, said nothing, and his figure turned into a swift white arrow disappearing into the distance. Jiuying saw this and folded his paper umbrella, also transforming into an arrow, closely following behind Bian Rang.

 

Bian Rang returned to Sanxu Mountain, soaking in the hot spring pool. His fair face was surrounded by wisps of mist, his deep black eyes occasionally visible.

 

He remained motionless, resembling a sculpture in the water.

 

Jiuying came several times, sometimes bringing fresh clothes, sometimes bringing spices, sometimes a pot of jade wine and a plate of fruit pills, saying he had been soaking too long and needed to replenish his strength.

 

Bian Rang didn’t expect Jiuying to become so considerate and gentle. After delivering the items, Jiuying stood at the entrance of the cave quietly without leaving.

 

When Bian Rang stood up from the water, Jiuying hurried forward, finding a towel to help him dry his body.

 

He glanced sideways at Jiuying and saw Jiuying lowering his head, cheeks blushing.

 

After carefully wiping him dry, Jiuying brought him a small garment and inner clothes, intending to help him dress.

 

He finally couldn’t bear it and spoke up, “There’s really no need for you to do this.”

 

“Bian Rang…” Jiuying raised his head, murmuring as he looked at him.

 

The deep affection in his eyes seemed to flow like water.

 

Bian Rang couldn’t help but avoid his gaze. “When I slapped you before, it was for the child’s sake. You don’t owe me anything; you just owe it to the child.”

 

“No, I also owe you.” Jiuying couldn’t help but clench the clothes in his hands. Whenever he recalled that scene from years ago, he regretted it bitterly. He killed the only person in this world who truly loved him.

 

At that time, he only felt like a cruel tyrant, but he didn’t realize he was also his moonlight, the love of his life.

 

“In fact, even if you didn’t kill me, I would have perished sooner or later.”

 

Since he brought Jiuying back to the Ninth Heaven, he had already prepared himself to be killed by Jiuying, but he didn’t expect to have Xie Li.

 

Jiuying gathered his courage, reached out slowly, and embraced Bian Rang. “But… you should blame me.”

 

He didn’t blame him; instead, he felt uncomfortable inside.

 

Bian Rang didn’t push him away, his eyes silently gazing at him.

 

Jiuying didn’t know when his eyes turned red, tears accumulating. Clearly, for tens of thousands of years, ever since he became conscious in the Extreme Sound Eight Trigram Array, he had been shedding tears, tears that had run dry.

 

But why could he still shed tears after meeting Bian Rang?

 

Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

 

Crystal-clear teardrops reflected Bian Rang’s face.

 

Bian Rang reached out and gently brushed away the tears from Jiuying’s eyes, as if in that instant, the chasm in his heart was also swept away.

 

One hundred thousand years.

 

Round and round, so many years had passed.

 

They were never meant to meet, to love each other, yet they still met and loved during the final stretch of his life.

 

Bian Rang had never regretted it. Every moment with Jiuying helped him finally understand the meaning of living in his long life.

 

Having something to hold onto, someone to love.

 

Apart from the scar that would never fade away, he also gained a love that was etched into his heart like a blazing fire.

 

Bian Rang’s eyes reddened too. He slightly parted his lips and murmured Jiuying’s name, “Jiuying.” They had missed each other for a hundred thousand years. During these years, he dissipated across the Six Realms while Jiuying was suppressed by the formation, suffering and regretting daily, enduring endless pain.

 

He suffered more than him.

 

That’s why he couldn’t bear to blame him anymore.

 

Bian Rang held Jiuying by the neck and gently kissed the corner of Jiuying’s lips.

 

Jiuying’s eyes widened instantly, his breath caught, and only the sound of his own frantic heartbeat echoed in his ears.

 

Bian Rang… Bian Rang had actually kissed him first!

 

He wanted to continue feeling that kiss, but Bian Rang had already withdrawn from his lips.

 

Feeling unsatisfied, he instinctively hugged Bian Rang, like a wild beast gone mad, fiercely pulling Bian Rang into his embrace. One hand encircled Bian Rang’s waist, the other firmly gripped the back of his neck, asserting dominance with a strong and forceful kiss that covered Bian Rang’s face.

 

“Bian Rang!”


T/N: Okies, almost there….

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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.


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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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

 

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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.


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

 

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Chapter 87 – The master is poisoned

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~

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Chapter 86 – Really a wicked person

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~

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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

 

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Chapter 85 – Ignored and kissed

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~

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

I really, really appreciate all the support from my readers <3 It goes a long way and motivates me lots!

https://ko-fi.com/hoenibean

 

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!

 

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