Month: September 2024 (Page 1 of 5)

Chapter 37 – Pecked

September 30, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 37: Pecked

 

Although he didn’t know where Su Muluo had gone, Feng Xuan didn’t inquire further. Instead, he respectfully led Long Ling to the Bird Clan territory where the Elder resided.

 

Along the way, Long Ling felt his phoenix nestled obediently in his pocket and couldn’t help but reach in to gently stroke its fluffy head.

 

So soft.

 

He wanted to cup it in his palm.

 

“Chirp.”

 

The little phoenix must have been tired, its soft chirp barely audible as it pecked lightly at his fingertip.

 

I’ll give you a hug.

 

Long Ling smiled, his palm enclosing the soft little phoenix, unwilling to let go.

 

For ordinary people, several kilometers might seem far, but for Long Ling, it was just a brief journey that took only moments. However, Feng Xuan’s speed was not as swift, so it took them several minutes to arrive.

 

Similar to Feng Xuan’s territory, this place was also built amidst the trees, but it was even more magnificent and grand, exuding an air of nobility. At the edge of the territory, there was a barrier covering the entire area, making it impossible for outsiders to enter.

 

“Here we are,” Feng Xuan stopped at a secluded spot and said to Long Ling, “Both sides of our territories are protected by barriers, but theirs is stronger than ours. It’s difficult to get in without breaking it.”

 

He could only vaguely guess Su Muluo’s strength and knew nothing about the imposing black-clad man emitting a cold and majestic aura. He didn’t dare to speculate, let alone look up at him.

 

However, he also felt uneasy. The three thousand-year-old demons had never been known to interact with each other. If Su Muluo was one of them, then the man in front of him… probably didn’t possess the power of a thousand-year-old demon.

 

Thinking of this, Feng Xuan felt more worried and said, “This barrier is supported by a thousand-year-old artifact. The Bird Clan has inherited it for a thousand years, and all three thousand-year-old artifacts left behind were taken by the Elder. Perhaps we should be more cautious?”

 

Long Ling didn’t look at him, just gently placed the phoenix, which he had kept hidden in his palm and had not let Feng Xuan see, back into his pocket. By now, the little phoenix was fast asleep, a soft and quiet lump, completely motionless.

 

“No need,” Long Ling said calmly after confirming that his phoenix was sleeping soundly in his pocket, unaffected by external influences. “Let’s make it quick.”

 

At first, Feng Xuan didn’t understand what Long Ling meant by “make it quick,” but soon he understood.

 

In the Elder’s pavilion, a half-dead bird demon was brought before the Elder.

 

He was none other than Muge, who had recently attacked Lin Chengcheng. Knocked unconscious by Long Ling, he had awakened after two days of coma and severe injuries, contacted the Bird Clan, and only now returned here.

 

The Elder looked him up and down, seemingly unsurprised by his appearance, even a bit mocking. “What’s this? You killed Feng Xuan and can’t even handle a half-demon?”

 

“… They had help from a powerful figure,” Muge’s voice was hoarse, with a hint of blood in his cough, “Feng Xuan probably isn’t dead… I miscalculated this time.”

 

The Elder sneered, “What kind of ‘powerful figure’? Someone with four hundred years of power, or five hundred?”

 

Muge hesitated for a few seconds and said, “I didn’t see his face clearly.”

 

The mockery in the Elder’s eyes grew more evident. Before he could say anything, another bird demon rushed in, looking flustered.

 

“Elder!” he exclaimed, “Feng Xuan has brought another person into our territory!”

 

With a wave of his hand, the Elder sent the bird demon flying like a leaf in the wind, crashing heavily into a pillar, life or death uncertain.

 

“Just Feng Xuan is enough to make you fuss in front of me,” the Elder said coldly, “Send in…”

 

Before he could finish his sentence, another bird demon stumbled into the pavilion, trembling with fear. “Elder! That person has already reached our doorstep!”

 

“…!”

 

Feng Xuan had never seen such a scene in his life.

 

In their clan, where one could cover the sky with a single hand, with eight hundred years of demon power, the Elder who stood above everyone else and the black-clad man had only exchanged a glance… and lost.

 

Lost completely, without even giving anyone a chance to react.

 

Feng Xuan looked around. At this moment, all the bird demons in the territory had been subdued. Fortunately, the black-clad man hadn’t killed them, or this place would probably already be another hellish scene.

 

The Elder knelt on the ground, covered in mud. Feng Xuan didn’t find Muge nearby and thought that this traitor might be hiding somewhere. Anyway, he couldn’t escape, so he sent a signal to his companions in his own territory first.

 

Soon, his companions from Lin City arrived, and upon seeing the bird demons kneeling all over the ground, along with the black-clad man among them, they were shaken to the core, feeling a profound awe emanating from within.

 

To stand against an entire clan, not to mention facing an Elder with eight hundred years of demon power… Even a thousand-year-old demon might not achieve such a feat!

 

Who is this black-clad man exactly? His strength is terrifying!

 

At that moment, Feng Xuan’s group was deeply conflicted. They didn’t even dare to look up at Long Ling, afraid of offending him.

 

In contrast, Lin Chengcheng wasn’t as intimidated. Having spent more time with Su Muluo and Long Ling, although the scene startled him, it didn’t evoke excessive fear; instead, he felt admiration.

 

“Wow, this guy is something else!”

 

“Is this the big boss?”

 

“But where did the boss go?”

 

Looking around, Lin Chengcheng saw Feng Xuan waving to him and hurried over.

 

“Young Master, this is the one who killed your father,” Feng Xuan pointed at the Elder on the ground and said to Lin Chengcheng, “and his daughter.”

 

Beside the Elder knelt his daughter, a plump figure with a face showing both fear and anger. They were all bound by Long Ling’s invisible pressure, unable to move.

 

Meeting the daughter’s gaze, Lin Chengcheng felt a chill in his heart. Her eyes were like those of a venomous snake, unsettling.

 

The woman also sized him up, fearful yet maintaining a defiant smirk. “So it’s you, the bastard’s legacy. Just like your parents, not worth a damn—”

 

Before she could finish, Feng Xuan slapped her across the face, coldly saying, “I don’t want to hit a woman, but you asked for it.”

 

The slap was heavy, swelling half of her face instantly. Shocked and furious, she immediately looked to her father for help.

 

But the Elder didn’t even glance at her, just softly said, “Times have changed. You can’t rely on others now; you’ll have to endure it yourself.”

 

The woman gnashed her teeth in hatred, and Feng Xuan ignored them both, turning to Long Ling. “Your Excellency, shall we detain these people first and interrogate them when Mr. Su arrives?”

 

“They’re already back in the Bird Clan’s territory. It’s not a good idea to talk outside. I plan to detain the Elder’s people in batches, so they won’t have a chance to escape.”

 

Long Ling said, “No need, I’ll ask him first.”

 

He then raised his hand and cast a barrier, enveloping himself and the Elder within.

 

Outside the barrier, Feng Xuan and the others couldn’t see or hear what was happening inside. Inside the barrier, Long Ling only said one thing to the Elder, “Where is the phoenix relic?”

 

The Elder remained silent.

 

But soon, he regretted it.

 

A tremendous demonic aura, like the overturning of mountains and seas, pressed down. His head slammed heavily on the ground, his body convulsing, joints making unbearable “creak” sounds, as if being flayed alive, he screamed in agony.

 

“It’s… it’s with me!”

 

The Elder’s teeth chattered uncontrollably, squeezing out these words.

 

“I’ll give it to you… I’ll give it to you!”

 

Long Ling withdrew the demonic aura, leaving the Elder collapsed like mud on the ground. After a while, trembling hands reached into his bosom and took out something.

 

It was a flawless jade pendant, as pristine as snow, exuding an extremely pure luster.

 

Upon seeing the jade pendant, Long Ling furrowed his brow. For some reason, this pendant gave him a very familiar feeling… Could it really be something left by his phoenix?

 

Taking the jade pendant, he ignored the Elder, lifting the barrier.

 

Outside the barrier, Feng Xuan was startled to see the almost lifeless Elder, then heard Long Ling say, “I’ll borrow this jade pendant for now and return it later.”

 

Only then did Feng Xuan notice he also held a jade pendant, radiant as snow, with a restrained brilliance that captivated the eye. Obviously, it was a relic of the phoenix clan.

 

Feng Xuan marveled inwardly, restraining his urge to reach out and touch it when he first saw the pendant. “You and Mr. Su have saved our Young Master’s life and have great merits for the entire Bird Clan. This jade pendant…”

 

He had intended to say that the jade pendant could be given to Long Ling, but considering Lin Chengcheng was still present, he didn’t have the authority to decide, so he turned to ask the Young Master for his opinion.

 

Lin Chengcheng was also captivated by the jade pendant and looked a bit dazed when he met Feng Xuan’s eyes but quickly regained his composure.

 

“No need to borrow it. Consider this jade pendant a token of gratitude from me to the boss,” Lin Chengcheng casually waved his hand. “It’s not much use to me anyway. If it weren’t for the boss and you, I might not have survived until now.”

 

Long Ling didn’t say much, just nodded. Thinking of the phoenix still in his pocket, he decided to find a secluded place to let it see the jade pendant.

 

Knowing Long Ling would only be away temporarily, Feng Xuan ordered his men to prepare the best room for them and kindly said to Lin Chengcheng, “Young Master, why don’t you visit the place where your father lived first? As for these people, we can question them after detaining them in batches.”

 

Lin Chengcheng nodded, took a deep breath in front of the completely unfamiliar building, and walked in.

 

Feng Xuan turned back, gesturing for his men to take the Elder and the others away, but saw the Elder still staring dead ahead in the direction Long Ling had left, asking, “Who is he?”

 

Feng Xuan sneered, “You won’t get a chance to know.”

 

Then he turned and followed in Lin Chengcheng’s footsteps.

 

—

 

Outside the Bird Clan territory, Long Ling took his phoenix out of his pocket.

 

The little phoenix blinked its eyes sleepily, just waking up with its feathers all ruffled, resting softly in Long Ling’s palm, a small, motionless ball.

 

Long Ling had thought the phoenix might be greatly affected by the jade pendant, but now it seemed only sleepy, its feathers intact. The situation was better than he had expected.

 

So he gently placed the jade pendant in front of it and smiled, “Phoenix, take a look. Is this yours?”

 

Little Phoenix: “Chirp?”

 

It stared sleepily at the jade pendant for a while, then chirped and moved closer, spreading its small wings to cover the jade pendant.

 

At this moment, it wasn’t fully awake yet, its mind still fuzzy, not knowing what this jade pendant was, but feeling an instinctual attraction towards it.

 

Shiny and beautiful.

 

Likes it.

 

Long Ling saw his phoenix holding onto the jade pendant tightly and didn’t let go. He said, “I brought it over for the phoenix. How will the phoenix thank me?”

 

Little Phoenix tried to hide the jade pendant under its feathers and pecked lightly on Long Ling’s fingertip.

 

%”Dear you.”

 

Long Ling immediately frowned and said, “I don’t want this kind of %”Dear you.” I want the phoenix to transform into a human %”Dear you.” I want it a hundred times!”

 

Little Phoenix stared at him for a second, then turned its head away, ignoring him.

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

Tsk.

 

He reached out, trying to retrieve the jade pendant hidden under Little Phoenix’s feathers.

 

Little Phoenix: “Chirp!”

 

Its feathers were ruffled!

 

“I don’t care,” Long Ling said, “I went through great hardships to retrieve the jade pendant for the phoenix. Yet the phoenix is so dismissive of me. Now I’m taking this jade pendant away and not giving it to the phoenix!”

 

When Little Phoenix heard the words “great hardships,” it looked at Long Ling suspiciously with its small eyes, immediately alert and protective of the jade pendant, not giving him any chance to take advantage.

 

Seeing this, Long Ling exclaimed loudly again, “The phoenix only likes the jade pendant! It doesn’t like me at all! I’m hurt! I won’t pay attention to the phoenix anymore!”

 

Then he reached out again, trying to take back the jade pendant.

 

Of course, Little Phoenix refused to let him snatch it away, flapping its small wings fiercely to protect the jade pendant, angrily chirping… Amidst the commotion between the dragon and the phoenix, Long Ling accidentally plucked out a feather from Little Phoenix.

 

Though “plucked out” might be an overstatement; the feather might have fallen out on its own, but it just so happened that Long Ling grabbed it from among Little Phoenix’s feathers.

 

Little Phoenix: “…”

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

After a moment, the last true dragon in the world was extremely pitiful, chased all the way by an enraged little Phoenix.

 

“Chirp!!”

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Chapter 54

September 30, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       Zhan Weiyang was in a bad mood. He failed again, and he had less and less time.

       Since that day when it drizzled, the weather has seemed constantly rainy and gloomy, making people feel downhearted as well.

       During this period, with the midterm exams, Zhan Weiyang’s mind went completely blank when he received his test paper.

       His grades were not good to begin with, and Zhan Pengcheng spent money and used his connections to arrange for him to enter this middle school. The teachers did not have any expectations for him, so they usually did not pay attention to him.

       In the end, Zhan Weiyang was distracted during the entire exam and only got a few questions right when he finally handed in his paper for correction.

       According to Zhan Weiyang’s usual level, it would not be like this.

       So as soon as the exam was over, the teacher couldn’t help but call his parents.

       It happened that Zhan Pengcheng had a very important work meeting that day, and he really couldn’t go to school. After consideration, the matter was entrusted to Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing took half a day off from the company where he was interning and went to Zhan Weiyang’s school in the afternoon.

       When he entered the school gate, it was right after class had ended. As he walked to the teaching building, he attracted the attention of countless girls. When he walked into the building and up the stairs, every passerby, whether male or female, glanced at him.

       When he walked to Zhan Weiyang’s class teacher’s office, the homeroom teacher was talking to other teachers and didn’t notice him.

       Pei Qing knocked on the door and said, “Hello, I am Zhan Weiyang’s older cousin.”

       The three teachers in the office turned their heads at the same time. The homeroom teacher was a woman in her early 40s. Seeing Pei Qing, she frowned slightly and said, “Where is his father?”

       Pei Qing replied, “Sorry Teacher, my uncle really can’t find the time, but he told me that I should carefully report the issues you mentioned to him when I get back.”

       It was obvious that the homeroom teacher was still very dissatisfied but only reluctantly accepted. She invited Pei Qing to come in and then took the report card of the midterm exam to Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing picked up the score sheet and looked at it silently.

       The homeroom teacher said, “Since you are here, take a picture and take it back to his father, I won’t send him WeChat.”

       Pei Qing nodded and took a picture with his mobile phone.

       The homeroom teacher said, “Zhan Weiyang’s situation is quite special. Since the school has arranged for him to be in my class, I can understand. I have no prejudice against him. Although his grades have always been poor, he is still obedient. In the past, he always answered the questions seriously regardless of whether he could do them or not. But this time, he was obviously absent-minded.”

       After saying that, the homeroom teacher took out the math test paper she taught and showed it to Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing saw that several big questions at the back of the test paper were blank.

       The homeroom teacher said, “If he had written a little bit of the solution to the problem, he wouldn’t have failed to get a single point.”

       Pei Qing nodded sincerely and said, “I agree.”

       At this time, the class bell rang, and the young female teacher at the desk next to her picked up the book and stood up, passed by Pei Qing and went out to the office to teach the students.

       Outside the office, the originally noisy environment gradually quieted down, and the students of the whole school went back to the classroom to prepare for class.

       The homeroom teacher’s voice also subconsciously lowered. She said to Pei Qing, “I wanted to talk to him first, but I was afraid that I couldn’t control the degree of speaking. Do you understand?”

       Pei Qing responded, “I understand.”

       The homeroom teacher said, “That’s why I want to call his father to tell him about Zhan Weiyang’s situation in detail so that I could analyse why he’s become like this recently, but it turns out that this father is still irresponsible.”

       Pei Qing had to explain, “He really can’t get away from work.”

       The homeroom teacher’s tone was a little stern, “What is there to be unable to leave? Is there anything more important than the child’s learning status? Besides, Zhan Weiyang is not an ordinary child!”

       Pei Qing listened quietly and did not explain again.

       The homeroom teacher said, “That’s it, you go back and talk to his father first, find out the reason for Zhan Weiyang’s recent state, if he has time to come to school, we will talk in detail.”

       She felt that Pei Qing looked too young and seemed unwilling to spend too much time communicating with Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing said, “Okay, thank you, Teacher.”

       After leaving the teacher’s office, it was already the last class of the afternoon. Pei Qing didn’t leave the school immediately. Instead, he walked to Zhan Weiyang’s classroom and stood outside the window near the back door, looking inside.

       He found Zhan Weiyang.

       Zhan Weiyang was looking at the blackboard with one hand supporting his chin, looking very focused, but his eyes were obviously empty.

       Pei Qing was a little worried.

       Zhan Weiyang’s condition was not right, of course, not only in this midterm exam. Pei Qing had noticed that he was a little abnormal since Zhan Weiyang said he had no time.

       It had been raining heavily in recent days, and Pei Qing found that Zhan Weiyang spent a lot of energy on his flower pots. Sometimes, he dragged his flower pots to the eaves near the balcony door to shelter from the rain and dragged them over again when he saw the rain stopped. He tossed and turned as if he was not satisfied with where he put them.

       Pei Qing suspected that if the flower pot was not too big and too heavy, Zhan Weiyang might have carried it to his bed and curled himself up in it to sleep at night.

       Pei Qing tried to talk to him about this matter again, but Zhan Weiyang refused to talk about it.

       Zhan Weiyang was not upset. He still relied on Pei Qing. He liked kissing and hugging him, but he didn’t want to talk about the topic that he didn’t have much time.

       Pei Qing wanted to find Chen Youyou, but they had a midterm exam. He felt that the timing was not right, so he delayed it until now.

       Today, Pei Qing wanted to figure this out anyway.

       He found that a student sitting in the back row of the classroom noticed him and turned to look out the window, so he stepped back from the classroom door and walked along the corridor to the stairwell. He stopped and stood against the wall with his arms folded in front of his chest.

       Waiting for the end of get out of class was a long time. Pei Qing didn’t play with his phone because he was worried. He just stood there quietly.

       Until the end of class, when students excitedly ran out of the classroom, he stood at the stairway, so nearly everyone had to pass by him, and inevitably, many would look at him.

       Pei Qing looked young, but his temperament was no longer like a high school student. In addition, his appearance was really outstanding, so it was hard not to attract attention when he appeared on campus.

       This feeling of being watched by everyone was not pleasant, but Pei Qing had been accustomed to other people’s eyes since he was a child, so he could stay at ease.

       After five or six minutes had passed and most of the students had already left the teaching building, Pei Qing still hadn’t seen Zhan Weiyang and the others come out, so he walked again toward Zhan Weiyang’s classroom.

       The back door of the classroom was open. Pei Qing walked to the door and saw Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou had not left yet. The two of them were slowly cleaning the table while chatting about something.

       When Pei Qing walked in, they didn’t notice it at first, until Pei Qing walked to the front of their desks and said, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to dinner.”

       Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou were both startled.

       Especially Zhan Weiyang, he looked up with a shocked face and looked at Pei Qing for a long time without saying a word.

       Pei Qing picked up one of them in each hand and led them out of the classroom, asking at the same time, “What do you want to eat for dinner?”

       Zhan Weiyang still didn’t react.

       After a long while, Chen Youyou stammered, “E-eat grilled fish.”

       Pei Qing looked down at Zhan Weiyang and saw that he didn’t object, so he said, “Okay, let’s eat grilled fish.”

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Chapter 73 – Immortal cuts off his flesh and repays it

September 29, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 73

 

Inside the illusion, Immortal Jiaheng stood still, his arm suspended in mid-air as if reaching for something he couldn’t grasp. Yu Wuxia’s figure continued to plummet downward, soon obscured by layers of rolling white clouds.

 

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, immortal cranes cried incessantly, and the bell chimes echoed mournfully, piercing through the sky…

 

Sensing an abnormal aura, myriad disciples hurried towards the scene.

 

Si Lan watched as Immortal Jiaheng slowly withdrew his hand, blood beads lingering on his fingertips, teeth marks deep into the bone. His face betrayed no emotion, eyes lowered as he entered the hall. The fox demon trembled in a corner, covering her mouth in fear, silent.

 

Ignoring the fox demon, Si Lan walked straight to the white jade stone where Yu Wuxia often meditated, his gaze fixed. After a moment, he noticed an unfinished painting nearby. Walking over, he examined its contents closely. Suddenly, his Qi seemed unstable, his chest subtly rising and falling.

 

His expression tense, he magically closed the painting, holding it in his palm, fingers tightly clenched around it, lost in thought about what to do with it.

 

Just then, Buddha Shansi and other Buddhas arrived, and he decided to hand over the painting.

 

—

 

Si Lan looked at Immortal Jiaheng, whose complexion had returned to normal, and couldn’t help but ask Haowei, “How do you think Immortal Jiaheng views Yu Wuxia?”

 

“Hard to tell for now, but…” Haowei recalled how Immortal Jiaheng had just taken the painting and thought back to three thousand years later when Buddha Shansi handed them that controversial painting. It seemed Immortal Jiaheng ultimately chose not to destroy the blatantly disrespectful ‘Palace Crushing’ painting.

 

“At least, Immortal Jiaheng acted with personal interest.”

 

Si Lan nodded knowingly, feeling the same way.

 

After pondering the emotional entanglement between the two disciples for a while, Si Lan also thought about leaving the illusion soon to return to the real world, which gave him a headache.

 

“Yu Wuxia has made significant progress in cultivation over these three thousand years, probably focusing on building his career through diligent practice.”

 

“Mm.”

 

“Though we have him injured and captured, we can neither kill him nor persuade him. So, I’m thinking we should take action against Immortal Jiaheng.”

 

“I sensed Immortal Jiaheng’s presence within the Pentagram Formation. Yu Wuxia must have hidden him somewhere within the formation.” Haowei estimated that Yu Wuxia planned to activate the formation, reshape the Six Realms, and bring Immortal Jiaheng directly to a new world.

 

It was a well-thought-out plan.

 

Apparently, throughout countless reincarnations, Yu Wuxia had relied on this method to secretly imprison the real Immortal Jiaheng.

 

“So, first we need to find Immortal Jiaheng.”

 

“Mm.”

 

After discussing two strategies, the two walked out of the illusion.

 

Inside the formation, Yu Wuxia was surrounded by dark energy, eyes closed, his face handsome yet devilish.

 

He had already forced out most of the large black runes from his body. If they had come out a little later, these runes would have been forced out.

 

Sensing their exit, Yu Wuxia opened his eyes, cold and restrained. “Have you decided how to deal with me?” He had experienced such scenes countless times and was not afraid.

 

But for Si Lan and the others, it was their first time.

 

Si Lan smiled and said provocatively, “You from three thousand years ago are much more likable.”

 

At these words, Yu Wuxia’s brows furrowed slightly, seemingly suppressing his emotions.

 

Si Lan continued, “Why don’t we cooperate? You give up on reshaping the Six Realms, and I’ll help you chase after Immortal Jiaheng.” As if afraid Yu Wuxia wouldn’t believe him, Si Lan pointed to Haowei beside him. “I’m quite adept in matters of love. Look, even the Divine Emperor Haowei has fallen for me.”

 

“…Haowei.”

 

Yu Wuxia smiled faintly. “My master has principles and isn’t as easily fooled as others.”

 

Haowei felt slightly offended and his face darkened.

 

“Just talking, why add personal attacks?”

 

Si Lan chuckled, saying, “Indeed, Immortal Jiaheng has principles, deeply rooted in Buddhism, not easily shaken by you. But Immortal Jiaheng carefully kept the painting ‘Palace Crushing’ that you left in the Thirty-Three Heavens. I think his heart must have wavered for a moment because of you.”

 

Yu Wuxia seemed incredulous, forgetting his injuries momentarily and asked directly, “Is that true?”

 

“Of course, Haowei, you take that painting and show it to him.”

 

Haowei frowned and conjured the painting, then walked to the barrier and opened it for Yu Wuxia to see.

 

Yu Wuxia looked at the familiar painting, memories of its origin involuntarily flooding his mind.

 

It was a dream he had on his first return from the human realm, where he had painted the scene from his dream at night. Afraid of being discovered and out of amusement, he intentionally depicted the Immortal Jiaheng as a woman.

 

He carefully put away the painting, but later fell into the demonic path and didn’t have time to take it with him. He had returned to the Thirty-Three Heavens intending to retrieve it, only to find it missing, assuming the Immortal Jiaheng had destroyed it long ago.

 

Never did he expect it had been kept by the Immortal Jiaheng himself.

 

Yu Wuxia chuckled self-deprecatingly, “He kept it. How could there be any confusion in his heart? He probably just feels guilty.” After falling into the demonic path, he had met the Immortal Jiaheng once again, who had shown much more leniency towards him, filled with guilt.

 

He said that he blamed himself for not educating him well after taking him as a disciple, for always being biased against him, leading to their current situation.

 

But he never knew that their current situation wasn’t due to his failure to educate, but because of his lack of love.

 

When he told this to the Immortal Jiaheng, the Immortal Jiaheng’s expression turned strange as he told him a cruel truth.

 

According to Buddhist scriptures: “In the forest, the Buddha encountered a tiger. The tiger approached with hungry eyes, and the Buddha cut his flesh to feed it. Day after day, the Buddha turned into bones, while the tiger consumed his flesh and became a Buddha.”

 

The Immortal Jiaheng said that this scripture was not just a story, but something that had actually happened. He said that in his previous life, he was the tiger, and he, as a disciple of the Buddha, ate his flesh, instantly becoming a Buddha. Meanwhile, he turned into bones, entered reincarnation for a thousand lifetimes, and became a disciple of the Buddha again.

 

Thus, he misunderstood the relationship between the two of them. The first impression he had in his divine consciousness was not the beginning of innocent love, but the continuation of resentment and entanglement.

 

Realizing that he was the disciple who cut flesh and picked bones in this Buddhist scripture, and the tiger that instantly became a Buddha was the Immortal Jiaheng, he mistakenly regarded resentment as love, and completely lost his mind in this rotten world, having no attachment or reason to exist.

 

He even wanted to destroy the Immortal Jiaheng together, but whenever he aimed his sword at the Immortal Jiaheng’s forehead, he couldn’t bear to strike.

 

Seeing Yu Wuxia lost in thought, Si Lan tried hard to find a topic to continue talking to Yu Wuxia. By keeping Yu Wuxia occupied, he was buying time for Haowei, who was secretly searching for the Immortal Jiaheng’s aura within the array.

 

“He feels guilty because he cares for you,” Si Lan sighed, “You and your master have never truly opened up to each other. He doesn’t even believe in your love. Even if you manage to clear the air later on, he might still think that you never really loved him and that it was just a result of losing your mind and mistaking it for love.”

 

Upon hearing this, Yu Wuxia tightened his lips, his eyes staring fixedly at Si Lan.

 

How did Si Lan seem to know the Immortal Jiaheng’s thoughts so well, as if he were a worm in the Immortal Jiaheng’s belly, guessing everything about him?

 

Si Lan continued, “So instead of thinking he doesn’t love you because he’s devoted to Buddhism and bound by worldly morals, why not think about what actions of yours truly made him feel loved?”

 

Yu Wuxia’s eyes flickered for a moment, lost in memories once again.

 

When he first arrived at the Thirty-Three Heavens, he was thrown into a cave by the Immortal Jiaheng, completely ignored. He thought the Immortal Jiaheng disliked him because he simply didn’t want him as a disciple. So he worked hard to cultivate, to prove himself, and eventually earned the qualification to have the Master’s constant company.

 

But when he truly realized his feelings, he didn’t make an effort for them. Instead, he fell into painful entanglement, unsure how to handle this doomed relationship, and gradually became more and more irritable, until he finally fell into the demonic realm.

 

Now, hearing Si Lan’s words, he was slightly moved, suddenly thinking, if he hadn’t been so resolute in breaking ties with the Immortal Jiaheng back then, perhaps…

 

Yu Wuxia restrained his emotions, looked up at Si Lan, “I will believe your words and cooperate with you. So tell me, how do you plan to help me?”

 

Si Lan was surprised that Yu Wuxia was persuaded, his eyes lighting up, “I will teach you based on my lifelong knowledge and practical experience.”

 

Yu Wuxia’s mouth twitched, “Oh?”

 

At that moment, Si Lan was about to say something, but Haowei gestured to him from behind.

 

Although Haowei sensed the Immortal Jiaheng’s aura, Yu Wuxia seemed to have anticipated their investigation into the Immortal Jiaheng, so he had set up twelve positions within the array, all hiding the Immortal Jiaheng’s aura.

 

Si Lan immediately gave Haowei a signal with his eyes, indicating they needed to proceed with an alternate plan now.

 

Si Lan approached Yu Wuxia, separated by a barrier, and said, “For example, even though you’ve imprisoned Immortal Jiaheng, he probably wouldn’t want to talk to you.”

 

“Indeed.”

 

“In fact, getting him to speak is quite simple.”

 

“How so?” Yu Wuxia stepped closer to Si Lan.

 

“Threaten him. If he doesn’t answer your questions, tell him you’ll kiss him.”

 

“…” Yu Wuxia.

 

A strange smile tugged at the corner of Yu Wuxia’s lips. He moved closer to Si Lan until there was barely any space between them across the barrier. “But I’m afraid my master might hurt me.”

 

“Since you’ve imprisoned him, haven’t you restrained his limbs as well?”

 

“No.”

 

“You’re being too straightforward. You…” Before Si Lan could finish, Yu Wuxia suddenly broke through the barrier and grabbed his neck.

 

During their conversation, Yu Wuxia also forced out the dark symbols within him, though his cultivation hadn’t fully recovered, he was no longer suppressed.

 

Twisting Si Lan’s neck, Yu Wuxia smirked, “Seems like you’re quite honest too.”

 

“Yu Wuxia, cough… didn’t we agree to cooperate? I’ll help you pursue Immortal Jiaheng, right?”

 

“No need. Without people like you, in the new world, I’ll accompany my master for a thousand or even ten thousand years, and he’ll eventually fall in love with me.”

 

“…”

 

Madman.

 

He really was a madman.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but silently ridicule Yu Wuxia in his heart, but thankfully, this was all within his and Haowei’s plan.

 

Yu Wuxia looked across at Haowei. Drawing his longsword, Haowei stared back sharply, “Release him.”

 

“I can’t bear to release him. He’s my carefully chosen final sacrifice.” Yu Wuxia glanced at the sword in Haowei’s hand, “But unfortunately, I don’t have the chance to duel with you. Otherwise, I’d like to see how strong this ‘variable’ of yours really is.”

 

With that, Yu Wuxia wasted no time and disappeared from the formation with Si Lan in tow.

 

Haowei was about to pursue when Yu Wuxia’s voice echoed from mid-air, “If you break through this formation, every cut of your blade will land on him.”

 

Haowei immediately withdrew his sword, his eyes filled with restrained anger and frustration, standing motionless.

 

Yu Wuxia brought Si Lan to the second layer of the formation.

 

The second layer was extraordinarily bizarre, as if they were in a void world. They stood on nothingness, with an abyss beneath their feet. Strange scriptures and beads of various sizes filled the air, part of the formation.

 

Yu Wuxia released Si Lan’s neck, feeling that Si Lan was already a trapped animal in a cage, not worth being vigilant against. He said, “Junli, you came to help me devise a plan to pursue my master? Heh, then you must come up with a brilliant strategy.”

 

After mocking Si Lan, Yu Wuxia burst into loud laughter, as if he had heard a hilarious joke.

 

Si Lan stood behind him with a wooden expression, “If you think this plan won’t work, we can change it without tearing each other apart.”

 

“I don’t have time to waste with you now. Soon, you’ll either be credited with opening a new world or… be buried with me.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

A hint of fear crossed Si Lan’s face, but he quickly looked around, assessing the surroundings.

 

Although the layout here was strange, it wasn’t without order. While the scriptures and beads seemed scattered at first glance, from the right angle, they formed a swastika shape.

 

He estimated that there were four ‘cells’ in the second layer of the formation, distributed in the shape of a swastika. One housed Si Lan and Yu Wuxia, another detained Quze.

 

Among the remaining two, one was likely where Immortal Jiaheng was held.

 

Si Lan secretly conjured a colorful feather from his sleeve and, using it, drew the pattern of the second layer’s formation to convey information to Haowei.

 

Meanwhile, trapped in the first layer of the formation, Haowei stared at the colorful feather on the ground, which wrote a few words and drew a swastika shape. Instantly, he understood.

 

“Since I’m about to die, could you release my disciple Quze?”

 

Now that he knew Quze’s location, determining the other two positions became easier.

 

“You seem to have a good relationship with this one-armed disciple. After he found out I planned to use you as a sacrifice, he kept urging me to use him instead.” Yu Wuxia sneered, lightly flicking a bead, and Quze’s figure suddenly appeared from the illusory formation ahead.

 

Seeing Si Lan appear, Quze’s expression changed drastically. He immediately said, “Respected Sir, you don’t need to worry about me. Just run.”

 

Si Lan sighed and said truthfully, “There’s no escaping now.”

 

Quze wanted to approach Si Lan, but he was bound by an invisible barrier and couldn’t get through. He grew anxious, his face turning pale. His right arm’s fingers transformed into steel blades, attacking the invisible barrier relentlessly.

 

Si Lan could only say, “Quze, stop struggling. No matter how hard you try now, it’s too late. At least the two of us, master and disciple, can still die together.”

 

With a sigh, Si Lan continued, “It’s a pity Xiao Xie doesn’t know where the formation is.”

 

After hearing this, Quze slowly withdrew his steel blades and fell silent, staring fixedly at Si Lan.

 

Thinking like this, the three of them, master and disciples, were resigned to dying together.

 

Yu Wuxia watched the deeply affectionate scene before her, feeling her eyes sting. She waved her hand, and the prayer beads and scriptures emitted a strange light.

 

Golden lights crisscrossed and connected, forming a vast and eerie formation that enveloped all three of them.

 

Si Lan’s body floated uncontrollably as four prayer beads fixed his limbs. Just as he was about to struggle, beams of golden light from the formation spread through his body, causing intense pain to surge within him.

 

He winced, his face pale, lips trembling. Despite the pain, he couldn’t resist teasing Yu Wuxia, “Yu Wuxia, are you really not considering letting me teach you how to please Lord Immortal Jiaheng? I’m quite skilled… Ah…”

 

Before he could finish his sentence, excruciating pain interrupted him, distorting his features.

 

What kind of formation was this? It was already enough to take his life, yet it continued to torment him like this.

 

“Yu Wuxia!”

 

Just then, a solemn voice echoed from within the formation.

 

Startled, Yu Wuxia turned around to see the figure of Lord Immortal Jiaheng appearing inexplicably from the cage behind her.

 

At this moment, Lord Immortal Jiaheng appeared youthful, with delicate features and wearing a saffron robe adorned with black prayer beads. His expression was neither sad nor happy as he calmly looked at Yu Wuxia.

 

Yu Wuxia, upon seeing Lord Immortal Jiaheng’s appearance, restrained her arrogance and walked towards him. “Master, how did… how did you find your way here?”

 

The swastika-shaped cages appeared to be close together, but in fact, they were separated by a great distance.

 

“Yu Wuxia, release him,” Lord Immortal Jiaheng said, then looked at Si Lan with hands clasped in front of his chest, saying, “Amitabha.”

 

Yu Wuxia hadn’t expected that after imprisoning Lord Immortal Jiaheng for so long, his first words upon appearing would be to ask her to release Si Lan.

 

Anger surged within Yu Wuxia, her eyes narrowing. The fiery red mark on her forehead became even more striking. She said, “I won’t release him, even if it’s your command. I won’t release him!”

 

Lord Immortal Jiaheng seemed surprised by Yu Wuxia’s stubbornness, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Yu Wuxia, are you really not going to release him?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Si Lan, now bathed in golden light, felt every inch of his flesh burning under the scorching heat. Not only that, these golden lights felt like knives, scraping against his bones inch by inch.

 

He could even feel bone fragments being scr4p3d off and melding with the burnt flesh.

 

“Respected One!”

 

Quze had already resolved to die with Si Lan, but seeing him in such pain, he attacked the barrier in front of him like a madman.

 

Unfortunately, no matter how he attacked, the barrier remained impenetrable. Quze turned to look at Yu Wuxia, his voice hoarse, “Yu Wuxia, all you want is someone with the Solitary Phoenix Death Fate. I fit the bill too. Take me as the sacrifice! Release my master! Yu Wuxia!”

 

However, Yu Wuxia seemed not to hear Quze’s cry. Her gaze remained fixed on Lord Immortal Jiaheng, silent.

 

Lord Immortal Jiaheng gently performed a spell, layering a barrier. In the next moment, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

 

Seeing him like this, Yu Wuxia suddenly felt something was wrong, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

 

“Yu Wuxia, are you really determined to kill him and activate the Pentagram Nine Heavens Formation?” Lord Immortal Jiaheng’s previous calm demeanor was gone, his dark eyes resolute, as if he had made a decision.

 

Yu Wuxia also sat down on the ground, maintaining eye contact with Lord Immortal Jiaheng. “Master, I must activate the Pentagram Nine Heavens Formation. My disciple has already activated the formation thirty-three times. In the New World, we have spent countless wonderful days together. There are no secular rules or moral norms there anymore. You and I are not master and disciple, but creators. We can do whatever we want.”

 

“I understand that you may not accept this now, Master, but think about it. When Heaven created the Six Realms, wasn’t it with a similar method? I just want to create a better, fairer, and freer New World.”

 

“If you stay in the New World for a long time, Master, you will understand your disciple’s intentions. You will approve of my actions, Master.”

 

Yu Wuxia leaned against the barrier, speaking so many words for the first time in her life, but only to Lord Immortal Jiaheng would she not hesitate to speak.

 

Lord Immortal Jiaheng didn’t seem moved by her words. “Yu Wuxia, in these thirty-three new worlds, I probably haven’t understood your intentions, nor accepted your… intentions.”

 

Yu Wuxia seemed struck by his words, her breath momentarily unsteady. She explained earnestly, “It’s because every time a new world is created, Heaven will reverse time and space shortly after, making us return to the past! But this time, Heaven’s calculations will fail! I killed the Son of Heaven and Emperor Haowei. Who else can save the Six Realms?”

 

After hearing her words, Lord Immortal Jiaheng smiled bitterly. He clasped his hands together again and said, “Amitabha,” before opening his eyes, seemingly reminiscing about the past, replaying the bits and pieces of his and Yu Wuxia’s experiences.

 

“Yu Wuxia, although you are the one who will bring about the destruction of the world, it is I who have led you to this day. In the first life, because of hunger, I ate your flesh, received Buddha’s grace, and became a Buddha. I was wrong.”

 

“You came under my tutelage, and I thought you had come to seek revenge on me, so I deliberately ignored you. I judged you with a small-mindedness. I was wrong.”

 

“Afterward, when you spoke to me about matters of love between men and women, I became curious. Instead of guiding you, I left you alone in the mortal realm to cultivate. This led you to be later ensnared by demons. It was my fault.”

 

“I misunderstood when you confessed your feelings to me, thinking you were intentionally mocking me. Thus, I hurt you, causing you to develop affection and fall into demonic ways. This too was my fault.”

 

“All these four incidents, I owe you an apology. I sowed the seeds of evil and reaped its bitter fruit. Now, you no longer heed my guidance. Since I cannot guide you or make amends, all I can do is beg your forgiveness.”

 

“When Yu Wuxia heard the words ‘beg forgiveness,’ his brows twitched momentarily with fear. He tried to cast a spell to break the formation before Immortal Jiaheng, but unexpectedly, Immortal Jiaheng incorporated the formation into his own body.”

 

“If he forcefully broke this formation, he would kill Immortal Jiaheng.”

 

“He never expected to face such a dilemma, identical to the boundless challenges he encountered with Haowei!”

 

“Master, what are you going to do?” Yu Wuxia asked, his voice trembling as he spoke, fear spreading throughout his body, causing even his fingertips to tremble slightly.

 

“He sighed lightly, smiling bitterly: ‘We met due to karmic ties from our first life, and thus must face the consequences of that life. I will lessen your burden.'”

 

“When he heard the words ‘lessen your burden,’ it felt like sharp knives piercing Yu Wuxia’s heart. His face changed drastically, and he reached out towards Immortal Jiaheng, but was blocked by the formation. He could only say, ‘What lessening of burden? Master, do you think this will absolve you?'”

 

“Yes, it will.”

 

“No, it won’t!”

 

Yu Wuxia wanted to say more, but he saw Immortal Jiaheng conjure a long dagger. With a gentle cut, a piece of flesh was sliced from his arm, blood pouring out, yet Immortal Jiaheng remained unchanged.

 

“This is the first cut. In our past life, I consumed your arm first.”

 

“No, Master, please stop! I beg you, Master, put down the knife. I never blamed you. Master…”

 

“This is the second cut. After consuming your arm, I then ate the flesh from your legs.”

 

“Master, please don’t cut anymore. Master… You can’t repay debts this way!”

 

“This is the third cut. After consuming your arm and leg flesh, I ate the flesh from your chest.”

 

“Master!” Yu Wuxia looked at Immortal Jiaheng, now covered in blood, his saffron robe discarded, revealing a blur of flesh and bones underneath.

 

Yu Wuxia’s heart throbbed in pain, as if each cut was not on Immortal Jiaheng, but on himself. He completely broke down and wept uncontrollably, disregarding his image: “Master, please… stop… don’t do this… I… I was wrong…”

 

This was the first time Yu Wuxia admitted he was wrong.

 

He stumbled to his feet and used magic to release Si Lan from the formation.

 

Si Lan suddenly fell from mid-air to the ground. Although the sacrificial formation stopped, his body still throbbed with pain. If Yu Wuxia delayed any longer, he felt like his entire body would be boiled alive.

 

Enduring the pain, Si Lan stood up, intending to walk towards Immortal Jiaheng, but after only a few steps, he fell in pain.

 

In his ears echoed Yu Wuxia’s despairing voice.

 

“Master, I don’t want to destroy the Six Realms. I don’t want to create a new world anymore. Master, look, I’ve released the people as you requested!”

 

“Master, please don’t hurt yourself anymore! Master, put down the knife, please! What do you want to punish me for? It was my fault, why do you have to do this, Master?”

 

The body covered in blood seemed to ignore Yu Wuxia’s words, continuing with one cut after another.

 

Yu Wuxia cried tears of blood, his voice hoarse: “Master, I was truly wrong… I was wrong…” He didn’t want Master to admit his fault, he didn’t want Master to seek forgiveness; all he ever wanted was Master’s love.

 

From within the skeleton came the final sentence.

 

“Yu Wuxia, this is the last cut. From now on, we owe each other nothing.”

 

Just as Yu Wuxia had said when he fell into demonhood, this lifetime’s master-disciple fate ends here.

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Chapter 72 – Immortal's son falls into demonic habits

September 28, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 72

 

Si Lan looked into the illusion and saw Yu Wuxia confessing his feelings. Immortal Jiaheng stood frozen in place, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at Yu Wuxia.

 

Anyone would feel thunderstruck and unable to accept it.

 

Perhaps in Immortal Jiaheng’s heart, it was easier to accept that Yu Wuxia had come to kill him rather than to admire him. After hearing these words, Immortal Jiaheng fell into shock and remained silent for a long time.

 

The wind on the thirty-third heavenly level was unusually cold, causing their clothes to flutter and their shadows to almost touch.

 

The moonlight was dim, obscuring their faces in shadows, making them barely visible.

 

Yu Wuxia took a step forward intending to approach Immortal Jiaheng, but in the next instant, the ground cracked open, forcing him to retreat.

 

“Master.”

 

“Yu Wuxia, must you resort to such means to humiliate me?”

 

“Master, do you think my affection is a humiliation?” Yu Wuxia’s voice turned cold, each word filled with disbelief in the darkness.

 

He had never imagined that his love could be seen as humiliation in the eyes of the other person, and couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

 

How absurd.

 

What he held as the most precious and cherished was so despised by the other.

 

Si Lan saw the eyes of Yu Wuxia hidden in the shadows turn crimson, sensing his genuine distress.

 

Yet, he was unsure of the true meaning behind Immortal Jiaheng’s words.

 

Immortal Jiaheng mistakenly believed that Yu Wuxia was using such lowly methods for revenge.

 

“Master, do you have no heart?” Seeing Immortal Jiaheng remain silent, Yu Wuxia couldn’t help but ask, “Have you never been curious about love?”

 

“Shut up!” Immortal Jiaheng felt Yu Wuxia’s words were nonsense and slapped him across the face in frustration.

 

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but Yu Wuxia continued to smile and ask, “Master, you’ve never experienced it, so you don’t understand the feeling of liking someone, nor dare to like someone. Is that how all of you in the thirty-three heavens of Immortals are, deceiving yourselves and others, burying your heads in the sand, and pretending all day long…”

 

Yu Wuxia was interrupted by Immortal Jiaheng’s slap before he could finish speaking.

 

Afterwards, Yu Wuxia remained silent, merely covering half of his face, quietly watching Immortal Jiaheng.

 

Immortal Jiaheng’s eyes were cold as he said, “I forgive you for this first offense. If there’s a next time, don’t blame me for handing you over to Immortal of Blissful Nirvana.”

 

Yu Wuxia retorted coldly, “Master should treat me like you did to Senior Brother, annihilating my physical form with a single slap, condemning me to the cycle of reincarnation.”

 

Immortal Jiaheng said nothing, just glaring fiercely at him, emotions that Yu Wuxia couldn’t comprehend in his eyes.

 

Immortal Jiaheng indeed wished to send him into reincarnation, but how could he explain this to the thirty-three heavens?

 

To accuse Yu Wuxia of disrespecting his master…

 

Even if he dared to speak out, would the other Immortals believe him?

 

They were all aware of the entanglement between him and Yu Wuxia; they would surely think he was lying. Thus, he reluctantly forgave Yu Wuxia’s recent actions.

 

“I suggest you refrain from coming out for a while. Return and confine yourself to meditation. Come back when you’ve sorted out your feelings towards men and women.”

 

“Master…”

 

As Immortal Jiaheng turned to leave, Yu Wuxia reached out to him, but before his hand could touch Immortal Jiaheng’s robe, something seemed to pierce him, causing him to retract his hand.

 

Moonlight fell on Yu Wuxia’s face, the scattered shadows making his features appear even deeper. He still held a glimmer of hope as he asked, “Master, are you sparing me from severe punishment because I am more important to you than Senior Brother?”

 

Immortal Jiaheng hadn’t expected Yu Wuxia to ask such a question at this moment. Instantly, anger and embarrassment surged within him, and he struck Yu Wuxia’s chest with another slap, sending him flying and crashing against the wall behind.

 

“Foolish dreams,” Immortal Jiaheng uttered these words before turning away and leaving.

 

Inside the barrier, Si Lan instinctively covered his chest as Immortal Jiaheng struck, feeling as if the slap had almost pierced through the barrier and harmed him.

 

It seemed Immortal Jiaheng was truly furious, putting considerable force into that slap.

 

Si Lan listened to their conversation nearby, feeling that although they seemed to be discussing, in reality, they were talking past each other, the abyss of their past life’s entanglements lying between them.

 

Without bridging this gap, let alone love, simply having a meaningful conversation was problematic.

 

Si Lan believed that, under the current circumstances, Immortal Jiaheng found it even harder to cross this divide.

 

In the eyes of outsiders, Immortal Jiaheng seemed to benefit without cause. Perhaps even Immortal Jiaheng himself felt this way, unable to face Yu Wuxia, whom he saw as an unjustified victim.

 

Upon learning that Yu Wuxia loved him, Immortal Jiaheng found it ludicrous and humiliating.

 

Si Lan looked up at the hall where Yu Wuxia lay fallen on the ground, not getting up.

 

Thinking he was severely injured, Si Lan hurriedly pulled Haowei over, only to find Yu Wuxia lying quietly, letting blood trickle from his mouth.

 

Yu Wuxia’s eyes were lifeless, his face unnaturally pale under the moonlight, the hint of blood on his lips strangely alluring.

 

A faint red mark flickered on his forehead, a sign of the emerging inner demon.

 

Si Lan knelt beside Yu Wuxia, watching this pale and fragile young man. He couldn’t help but sigh, “If I had been born three thousand years earlier and met you, guiding you, you wouldn’t have ended up like this with Immortal Jiaheng.”

 

Si Lan felt he couldn’t do much else, but he could see through this aspect clearly.

 

Haowei glanced at him upon hearing this, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

 

This incident didn’t teach Yu Wuxia a lesson; instead, he became even more arrogant.

 

As if in defiance, he not only didn’t confine himself but secretly went to the demon realm to play with that fox demon.

 

The fox demons were naturally playful, especially encountering such a handsome monk. They were delighted and took Yu Wuxia to their ancestral home. Those female demons gathered around Yu Wuxia, sensing the strong Buddhist and masculine aura emanating from him.

 

Yu Wuxia is as selective as choosing a concubine. His gaze wandered among a group of enchantresses, eventually picking several who resembled the venerable Immortal Jiaheng, constantly accompanying him.

 

He built a palace in the demon realm, seemingly anticipating his future fate.

 

He made no attempt to conceal his actions, abandoning himself to pleasure, bringing along five enchantresses to revel in the Thirty-Three Heavens. One of them unexpectedly took an interest in Immortal Jiaheng, sneaking into his sleeping quarters with intentions to seduce him with her beauty, only to be injured by Immortal Jiaheng instead.

 

This enchantress managed to escape back, seething with hatred towards Immortal Jiaheng, and exaggeratedly recounted the incident to Yu Wuxia. Upon hearing this, Yu Wuxia’s face darkened, his black eyes fixating on the enchantress.

 

Before the enchantress could react, Yu Wuxia snapped her neck.

 

Due to this enchantress’s appearance, Immortal Jiaheng sensed something amiss. Upon approaching, he found Yu Wuxia reclining among beauties, with a fairy named Qingniao feeding him gr4p3s.

 

The scene at that moment struck Si Lan as the most chaotic and violent he had ever witnessed.

 

The enchantresses, caught red-handed, panicked and attempted to flee but were trapped within a barrier, screaming in terror.

 

Qingniao, braver than the others, actually attacked Immortal Jiaheng with a weapon.

 

Unfortunately, she was no match for Immortal Jiaheng. His prayer beads scattered, piercing through her body, instantly reverting her to her original form and shattering her insides.

 

It is said that the reason for the rift between Yu Wuxia and Immortal Jiaheng that later spread was because Immortal Jiaheng killed Yu Wuxia’s beloved.

 

In truth, Si Lan saw no remorse in Yu Wuxia’s eyes. In fact, Yu Wuxia didn’t even spare a glance at Qingniao on the ground. His gaze was fixed on Immortal Jiaheng, his words full of infatuation: “Master, by killing your disciple’s beloved, what will come of this?”

 

“Yu Wuxia, have you gone mad?” Immortal Jiaheng glanced at the other screaming enchantresses, “You… how dare you bring these demons to the Thirty-Three Heavens for pleasure?!”

 

Yu Wuxia laughed heartily, “Isn’t it enough as long as they’re demons?”

 

“Smack!”

 

Immortal Jiaheng slapped Yu Wuxia hard. As he tried to pull his hand back, Yu Wuxia grabbed it and put his fingers into his mouth in front of him.

 

Enraged, Immortal Jiaheng tried to strike Yu Wuxia with magic, but despite being beaten to cough up blood, Yu Wuxia refused to let go.

 

Yu Wuxia left deep bite marks on Immortal Jiaheng’s index and middle fingers, almost biting down to the bone.

 

“Master, our fate as master and disciple in this life ends here.”

 

After saying this, a fiery red mark bloomed on Yu Wuxia’s forehead, his entire body surging and rolling, from Immortal to demon, causing the 9,999 bells of the Thirty-Three Heavens to wail mournfully, as if mourning for him.

 

In an instant, all the Immortals of the Thirty-Three Heavens sensed the change.

 

That deeply rooted Buddhist disciple had fallen into the demonic path.

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Chapter 14

September 28, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       Sick, absolutely sick.

       Very tacky, very tacky indeed.

       Qian Xiaoke looked at Jiang Tongyan with disdain, “Who did you learn this from?”

       Jiang Tongyan thought: Such high-class words; a kid like you have never heard anyone say them, right?

       He smiled slightly and said proudly, “What? Are you impressed?”

       Qian Xiaoke: Ugh.

       He was vomiting in his heart, but he certainly wouldn’t show it; after all, he needed help at the moment—Qian Xiaoke wanted to take a ride.

       Qian Xiaoke smiled and said, “I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare. How could I presume to reach your level?”

       He said with genuine sincerity, “Chairman Jiang, could I catch a ride with you?”

       Jiang Tongyan glanced at him with a look of disdain, “Seeing how pitiful you are, I suppose I can reluctantly agree.”

       The car arrived, and Jiang Tongyan, intentionally wanted to play a trick, slyly pulled up an address on his phone and showed it to the driver. Meanwhile, Qian Xiaoke, feeling overjoyed and unaware, had no idea what he was about to face next.

       Qian Xiaoke rarely took a taxi. After all, as a person who lived a frugal life, he would not spend thirty or forty yuan on a taxi when it only costs eight yuan to take public transportation from the company to home.

       So, when he looked at the unfamiliar street scene, he did not doubt it at all, because he thought—how could the taxi route be the same as the subway route!

       However, no matter how slow Qian Xiaoke was, he found something wrong half an hour later, but it was too late.

       The taxi driver parked the car outside a park, Jiang Tongyan paid the money and got off the car.

       Qian Xiaoke looked at Jiang Tongyan standing outside the car with a blank face, and the other party raised his eyebrows and looked at him, “It’s here, why don’t you get off the car?”

       “What place… is this?”

       Jiang Tongyan thought: I’m not a local, if you ask me, who should I ask?

       “My destination,” Jiang Tongyan said calmly, even though he didn’t know where it was. “It’s fine if you are not getting off. I’m leaving anyway.”

       The driver turned around and asked Qian Xiaoke, “Where else are you going?”

       Qian Xiaoke got scared and got off the bus quickly, jogging to catch up with Jiang Tongyan.

       “Aren’t you going back to the hotel?” Qian Xiaoke asked him, taking out his phone and opening the map.

       One would not know until they see it, and then they would be shocked.

       It was nearly 30 kilometres from this place to his home.

       Qian Xiaoke was struck by lightning!

       “Jiang Tongyan!” Qian Xiaoke stamped his feet, “You did it on purpose!”

       Jiang Tongyan turned around and looked at him with a smile. He suddenly put his arm around Qian Xiaoke’s neck and hooked him over, “What? What did I do? I did ask you before coming, didn’t I?”

       Qian Xiaoke thought about it, and it was right. Strictly speaking, this matter really couldn’t be blamed on others.

       He hated it.

       He felt heartbroken. He was in agony.

       He pouted and started to check the subway route from here to home.

       “But if you are not in a hurry, you can wait for me to go back together.” Jiang Tongyan said, “I just come here to relax and relieve my inner depression. When the depression is gone, I will go back.”

       Qian Xiaoke looked at him suspiciously, “What depression do you need to relieve?”

       “… What do you think?”

       Qian Xiaoke pondered, “Oh, impotence.”

       Then he was knocked on the head by Jiang Tongyan.

       “Can you learn some art of talking?” Jiang Tongyan said to him, “Don’t talk about things that can’t be mentioned!”

       “Okay,” Qian Xiaoke said, “What can be mentioned about you? I will only talk about those thing then.”

       He now wanted to make Jiang Tongyan happy. If the other party became happy, he could go back to the hotel earlier, and he could also get a ride home earlier.

       “I didn’t have anything to mention, just shut up.” Jiang Tongyan truly wished Qian Xiaoke were mute, or that he could be given a cup of poison to silence him forever!

       Qian Xiaoke shut up, but two minutes later, he couldn’t help but speak, “Chairman Jiang.”

       “Speak.”

       “Aren’t you a mysophobe?”

       “What do you care?”

       “No, I mean…” Qian Xiaoke held his schoolbag straps tightly with both hands, “You are a mysophobe. Do you have to hug other people’s necks like this when you relax?”

       This was very ambiguous!

       It was very inappropriate!

       Jiang Tongyan realised he had been wrapping his arms around Qian Xiaoke’s neck. He jumped away as if electrocuted and then took out a tissue and wiped his shirt sleeves in disgust.

       “…You don’t have to do that!” Qian Xiaoke rolled his eyes, “I haven’t said anything yet that you took advantage of me for nothing!”

       Jiang Tongyan snorted coldly, too lazy to say anything more.

       Afterwards, Jiang Tongyan walked around the small lake in the park again and again, and Qian Xiaoke followed behind.

       The night in the park at the end of September was not cold, but there were many naughty children running around like crazy, and Qian Xiaoke felt dizzy.

       “Chairman Jiang, is your heart still depressed?” Qian Xiaoke was tired from walking. After all, he was the type who would never stand if he could sit, and never sit if he could lie down. If it took a thousand years to become immortal while sitting but only five hundred while standing, he would still choose the former without hesitation.

       For a person like that, if he had to walk for half an hour, it would be very deadly!

       Qian Xiaoke felt that he was tired like a dog at this moment. No, a dog might not be tired like this after walking for half an hour!

       Jiang Tongyan looked back at him, “Hey! You’re still here!”

       Qian Xiaoke: Big brother, are you out of your mind?

       “Chairman Jiang,” Qian Xiaoke smiled, “It’s late now. It’s a long way from here to your place. Go back and rest early! I’m thinking about your health!”

       Jiang Tongyan looked at him with a smile, “I thought you had already left on your own.”

       Qian Xiaoke was regretting it. He should have left when he got here just now. He could have gone home from the subway in half an hour.

       He smiled and said to Jiang Tongyan, “Where can I go? You are unfamiliar with the place. I am worried about you!”

       It was definitely impossible to leave now.

       Although Qian Xiaoke was not a person who loved to learn, he had learnt a word a while ago—sunk costs1In economics and business decision-making, a sunk cost is a cost that has already been incurred and cannot be recovered. Sunk costs are contrasted with prospective costs, which are future costs that may be avoided if action is taken.

       He had wasted a lot of time, energy and physical strength on this matter. If he just left, it would be too uneconomical.

       He had to hold it for a little longer.

       Jiang Tongyan was definitely going to go back anyway.

       Jiang Tongyan looked at how Qian Xiaoke was and really felt sympathy.

       He decided to give Qian Xiaoke a chance to perform.

       “My heart is almost fine again,” Jiang Tongyan said, “I’m just a little short of something; maybe someone can help me.”

       “Help? What kind of help? How to help? Let me do it!” As long as he could go home, Qian Xiaoke was willing to serve!

       Jiang Tongyan stood there, with his arms folded in front of his chest, looking very cold and arrogant.

       “How about this, tell me a joke.”

       This was hitting the bullseye! Qian Xiaoke claimed to be a ‘master of cold jokes’, unbeatable in the company, and during summer, everyone would come to him for cold jokes to cool off.

       Qian Xiaoke suddenly had an inspiration, “Xiao Ming asked his father to tell him a story, and his father asked him: Do you want to hear the long one or the short one?”

       Jiang Tongyan looked at him. Qian Xiaoke: “Long one or the short one?”

       “…Long one.”

       Qian Xiaoke cleared his throat, “Once upon a time there was a fly…”

       He took a deep breath, “Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz…”

       “Stop it!” Jiang Tongyan was annoyed by the buzzing, “What about the short one?”

       “Once upon a time there was a fly, buzz… snap!” When Qian Xiaoke said ‘snap’, he raised his hand and slapped Jiang Tongyan in front of him with a showmanship. The sound was crisp and powerful, which scared Jiang Tongyan.

       Jiang Tongyan frowned and looked at him with disdain. After a few seconds, Jiang Tongyan said, “Qian Xiaoke, what does this means?”

       “Ah? Isn’t it funny?”

       “Funny, my ass.” Jiang Tongyan said, “Who do you think you are, trying to be a dad2was referring to how much of a dad joke Qian Xiaoke’s joke was?”

       Qian Xiaoke could swear to heaven that he really didn’t mean it.

       Just like that, Chairman Jiang’s mood became worse, so he took Qian Xiaoke to walk around the lake for more than half an hour.

       Qian Xiaoke’s ‘fitness’ plan for the whole year was completed.

       It was great.

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Chapter 2 – After all, you've acted as a corpse

September 27, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Zhong Weishi sat on the back seat of the electric scooter, listening to Qiangzi methodically laying out the work plan for tomorrow.

“Here’s the plan. First, we get the woman to call Er’Gou and lure him back home. Then, Da Fei and I will wait at the door to stop him if he tries to run, while A’Wei squats at the balcony to make sure he doesn’t jump. Your job is to go inside and negotiate with the person.”

“Like, ‘You’re surrounded!’ or ‘If you don’t pay up, we’ll burn down your old house!’ Make your tone as fierce and ruthless as possible, and channel the menacing aura of a mafia boss. If needed, we’ll step out to cheer you on.”

“…” So, for half a day, everyone else is in spectator mode while he’s the only person actually going in?”

“Then what’s the point of you guys stepping out? To be my sidekick?” Zhong Weishi rolled his eyes in exasperation. They might as well just sit in the hallway and eat takeout.

Qiangzi thought that his Shi-ge was bursting with confidence and said, “Alright ba, we won’t say anything at all when the time comes.”

“…” Zhong Weishi was starting to regret taking on this job. “What about Da Fei and A’Wei? How will the money be split? A quarter each?”

“I’ll treat them to a meal afterward, hehe.” Qiangzi grinned into the wind, “You’re not like them.”

Finally, Zhong Weishi felt a small bit of comfort.

After all, in this world, the strong are always alone.

Then he heard Qiangzi say with complete seriousness, “After all, you’ve acted as a corpse before, and your whole body is full of artistic cells. If you can’t beat the other party, you can just lie down and pretend to drop dead on the spot. We’ll use that to extort some more money out of him!”

Zhong Weishi gritted his teeth, pronouncing the word “Roll!” with rising and falling intensity.

The scenery along the way kept changing—from the bright, densely packed skyscr4p3rs to the mismatched, peeling residential buildings.

The air on the street was not only filled with the stench of rancid gutter oil, but also the smell of rotting food, as if it was seeping out of long-neglected sewage pipes.

The scooter stopped.

“Tomorrow at noon, don’t be late ah. I’ll send the address to your WeChat in a bit. Make sure to wear a tank top to give that tattoo on your chest a half-revealed, mysterious look,” Qiangzi turned around and said.

Zhong Weishi stared blankly at the dilapidated entrance of the apartment building, lost in thought.

It wasn’t until Qiangzi nudged his arm that he snapped out of it, letting out an unintelligible “Ah” “What?”

Qiangzi repeated himself and casually sent the address to his WeChat.

Building 13, Room 701, Qingfeng Garden.

Zhong Weishi stared at the address on his phone and slowly stepped onto the concrete staircase in the hallway.

The apartment building he lived in had eight floors but no elevator. The entire structure was designed in a concave shape, with each floor housing about ten families. Some of the residents were elderly people who had lived there for decades, but most, like him, who have no one to depend on and can’t afford to buy a house.

This was the oldest, most rundown apartment complex in all of Yucheng—no exceptions.

In the dim, narrow hallway, the only sound was the echo of his footsteps.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor had been broken for months, and no one had come to fix them.

There was no property management here.

Neighbors didn’t know each other, and most followed the “mind your own business” mentality. No one was willing to pay to fix the lights.

Naturally, he was no exception.

No money.

He counted the cash in his wallet. If he paid the rent this month, he would be left with 1,200 yuan. Subtracting the necessary expenses, it would barely last him until the end of the month.

The main reason he was so strapped for cash was that his former roommate had moved out after switching jobs, and no new tenant had been found yet. So, now he had to pay double the rent every month.

In his pinned WeChat group, “Dream Chasers,” there were dozens of unread messages.

The group chat consisted of over 20 extras, just like him, who hustled for roles at the film and television city. Whenever a crew needed extras, they’d notify each other in the group as soon as possible.

He had joined the group three years ago, back when there were more than 50 members, men and women, both young and old.

They often stuck together for mutual support.

A few lucky ones had managed to break into the 18th-tier of celebrity status and quit the group, but most were eliminated by the harsh realities of life, returning home to “inherit the family business” as nobodies.

Today, the group was once again full of complaints. The reason: the crew of “Distant Cousin Comes to the City” had promised 200 yuan a day, but in the end, they only paid 150, claiming the rest went towards meal expenses.

[Nan Nan]: A box of white rice with two veggie sides—pigs wouldn’t even eat that. So fvcking disgusting.

[Sun Xiaozhou]: I’m never going to that crew again. They’re so stingy, and the director’s demands are ridiculous. He actually said my performance when ‘rising from the dead’ lacked realism. How the hell would I know what that looks like? I’ve never seen someone come back from the dead!

A string of “hahahaha” followed in response.

Zhong Weishi smiled but didn’t reply.

The main reason he had joined this group in the first place was just to catch some leftovers. He never really formed close connections with anyone in it.

Still, he hoped the group remained lively; at the very least, it gave him a sense of direction for the future.

Look—

There were a whole bunch of people, just like him, who were trying to strive toward the same goal.

It wasn’t a lonely path, and there were already people who had succeeded.

No matter how many failed attempts he’d faced, life was still full of hope ah…

By ten o’clock, the night had wrapped the city in an impenetrable darkness, yet the noise outside the apartment building persisted.

Zhong Weishi stood in the cramped bathroom, taking a shower. Through the window, he could see the rows of late night snack stalls across the street.

Stir-fried noodles, fried rice, stir-fried flat noodles, jianbing, roast duck, oden… Each stall had a warm yellow light hanging from the top.

From afar, they looked like scattered stars blending into the night.

He had been here for four years and had grown accustomed to the unchanging night scenes and streets.

Bustling… yet lonely.

He wasn’t the only lonely person.

Before going to bed, he stared at the peeling wallpaper and prayed that tomorrow’s debt collection would go smoothly.

The result was a nightmare.

When he woke up, he vaguely remembered the last scene from his dream.

A muscular bald thug roared, “Come on men ah, get them!” Ten thugs in floral shirts stood in a line, all of them holding weapons in their arms. They charged at them to hack them furiously, Qiangzi had his arm chopped off and died on the spot.

Just as the barrel of a gun was pointed at him, he jolted awake.

Before brushing his teeth, he rushed across the street to the pancake stall and shouted, “Aunt Song, one jianbing!”

“Ai~ Ok~”

This place looked completely different during the day and night.

The street seemed a bit deserted.

By around eight o’clock, the city enforcements would start patrolling, shutting down any stalls they saw. It would cost several hundred yuan in fines to get their carts back, so everyone usually packed up before the enforcement showed up.

At 7:30, Auntie Song’s cart was the only one left on the street.

He had heard people say that Auntie Song’s husband was a gambling addict who squandered all their savings before running off, leaving her with two children. She rented a place nearby.

Every night, Auntie Song set up her stall at 6 PM. After the late-night rush, she’d go back to prepare for the next day, barely getting any sleep. By 4 AM, she was back at it again, working until 8 in the morning.

Day after day, year after year, all for one purpose—so her two sons could go to school.

Some people’s lives seem to end before they’ve even truly begun.

Compared to that, Zhong Weishi felt somewhat lucky.

He was free.

At least he still had dreams to chase

After wrapping up a morning of acting work, Zhong Weishi changed out of the yellowish-brown Japanese soldier uniform and caught a ride to the southern district.

While waiting at the bus stop, he quickly devoured the cheap boxed lunch he had taken from the set.

The granny waiting for the bus beside him couldn’t help but advise, “Young man ah, eating like that isn’t good for digestion. You’ll hurt your stomach.”

Zhong Weishi threw the empty box away, scratched his head, and mumbled, “I’m used to it.”

As soon as he boarded the bus, his phone in his pocket started vibrating.

He saw that Qiangzi had ceremoniously changed the group name from “The Tall, Poor, and Handsome Guys of Xicheng District” to “Xicheng District’s Express Debt Collection Team.”

[Huangfu]: Ge, where are you? We’re already in position!

Attached to the message was a selfie of Qiangzi, Da Fei, and A’Wei, the three of them lined up in front of Room 701. All three pointed dramatically at the room number with exaggerated expressions, looking like they had just escaped from a mental institution.

Zhong Weishi scrolled up through the chat history.

[Huangfu]: Later, we need to shout with authority—Er’Gou! You’re surrounded! Hand over 100,000 yuan and we’ll spare your life!

[Da Fei]: When the time comes, he’ll definitely be so scared he’ll pee his pants, hahaha.

“…”

[Weishi]: Is anyone home?

[Da Fei]: Seems like there is, but maybe there isn’t.

[Weishi]: …So, is there or not?

[Wei Ge]: We haven’t knocked on the door yet.

[Weishi]: So what the hell are you guys even doing?

[Huangfu]: We’re waiting for you ah!!! Without you! We’re like moths in the night, with no flame to fly towards. We’re like camels wandering the lonely desert, without a source of water. We’re like the Earth without Einstein, deprived of its source of light.

[Da Fei]: Wait, I seem to remember that it was Edison who invented the lightbulb, right?

[Wei Ge]: Then what did that guy in the wheelchair, Hawking, invent?

[Huangfu]: He wrote a bunch of essays that we were required to memorize. I hated him when I was in school.

[Wei Ge]: Ah, I remember! He wrote that essay, “The Light”, right?

This conversation wasn’t going anywhere.

Zhong Weishi resisted the urge to change the group name to “My Pig-like Teammates”1Means useless teammates. and quit the group altogether. Instead, he searched for Qingfeng Garden’s exact location on the map.

Fortunately. there was a bus stop right outside the complex.

It was definitely different in rich neighborhoods. In his slum, there weren’t even bus stops. Every time he went out to catch a bus, he felt like a stupid kid from the mountains hiking over hills just to get to school.

When he got home at night, the first thing he always had to do was pick the blisters on his feet in the dim light.

Unfortunately, when he arrived at the entrance of Qingfeng Garden, he realized that being close to the stop didn’t help.

For someone with no sense of direction, stepping into the complex was like walking into a moving maze—every path seemed like one he had just taken.

Zhong Weishi dialed Qiangzi’s number for the third time. “I’m standing under a big tree right now. Where the hell are you people ah?!”

“What a coincidence! I’m also under a big tree!” Qiangzi sounded almost ecstatic. “How come I don’t see you ah!”

Zhong Weishi replied, “Take a good look at the tree near you. Does it have any distinctive features? I’ll try to figure out if I passed by it earlier.”

Qiangzi tilted his head back and observed. “fvck! I just realized there’s a bird’s nest up here! I wonder if there are any eggs I can fish out. If there are, we could add them to our dinner tonight!”

Unmoved by the temptation, Zhong Weishi clenched his teeth and reminded him, “Qiangzi, we need to focus on the bigger picture right now. Let’s leave the trivial bird eggs for later. Describe any other features of the tree, or maybe just tell me its species.”

After a moment of thought, Qiangzi responded, “I’ve also noticed this tree is balder than the others around it.”

Zhong Weishi: “…”

“I know it’s Building 13. It’s not like I’ve never been here before…”

That comment suddenly drifted past Zhong Weishi’s ear. His legs froze in place, and he turned his head discreetly, catching sight of a man’s back.

The man wore a white shirt and neatly pressed slacks, his tall, lean frame accentuated by the tailored fit. A fine leather belt outlined his slim waist.

Both sleeves were rolled up slightly, exposing his sharp wrist bones and a watch.

Having spent years working with artists on set, Zhong Weishi had some knowledge of luxury watches. One glance at the design of the watch face, and he could tell it was something expensive.

With the blazing sun at his head, the material of the shirt became slightly translucent which revealed faint outlines of the man’s hidden arm muscles.

“I’m not retarded. How could I possibly get lost?”

“…”

If it wasn’t for the fact that the other party was holding a phone in his hand, Zhong Weishi would have thought that he was being insulted.

“Are we getting food? I haven’t eaten yet,” The man said in a deep, pleasant voice.

Zhong Weishi quickly wrapped up his conversation with Qiangzi on the phone and then calmly followed the man.

The man looked back after turning into Building 13.

Their eyes met unexpectedly.

In that brief moment, a line from the female lead’s dialogue earlier that day drifted through Zhong Weishi’s mind: That gentleman is so handsome, just one glance is enough to make your heart race.

For the first time, Zhong Weishi realized that the phrase “sword-like brows and starry eyes” could apply to someone other than a novel’s male lead.

The man was about the same height as Zhong Weishi, with neatly combed short hair that added just a slight edge to his height. He exuded a clean, crisp aura, and his deep-set eyes had a sharp intensity to them.

He appeared to be in his early thirties, radiating a strong presence.

Zhong Weishi watched as the man lifted a finger to press a button.

The door opened.

They entered the elevator, one after the other.

The man’s lips moved, “Which floor?”

Zhong Weishi looked at him, “7th floor.”

The man pressed “7” and made no further movements.

Such a coincidence?

Zhong Weishi stole a sideways glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

The man had his head lowered, one hand in his pocket, while his right hand tapped away at his phone screen.

It wasn’t Weibo, WeChat, or a game…

Rather, it was the news app.

Definitely an old man ah, Zhong Weishi thought to himself.

“Ding—” As soon as the elevator sounded, the man locked his phone and turned to the right.

In Qingfeng Garden, each floor had two households, with their doors facing each other, separated by only a narrow hallway and the elevator.

Zhong Weishi looked at the man’s back, noticing that Da Fei and A’Wei, who had just been discussing great world figures in the group chat, were now squatting by the door of Unit 701, staring at him.

Zhong Weishi gestured silently, pointing at the man’s back, mouthing, “Is it him?”

Da Fei, being the brainless one that he was, stood up, looking directly at Zhong Weishi, and practically walked over, saying, “Ge, what did you say? I can’t hear you.”

Zhong Weishi wanted to kill him on the spot.

Before anything else could happen, A’Wei stepped forward, grabbing the man’s wrist just as he was about to knock on the door. His face twisted into a fierce expression. “Er’Gou, I’ve been waiting here for you for ages.”

The man frowned, looking bewildered as he tried to pull his arm back, only to realize that A’Wei’s grip was unrelenting. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

“Hmph, hmph…” A’Wei, feeling an unprecedented boost to his IQ, saw through what he believed to be the enemy’s trick. Tightening his grip, he sneered, “You think I’m that easy to fool? I’d recognize you even if you turned to dust.”

Zhong Weishi was surprised. How could such a well-dressed man, who looked so distinguished, have fallen to the point of becoming a plaything for rich women? At the same time, he had to admire A’Wei’s exceptional on-the-spot reaction and improvisational dialogue skills.

A true fan of revenge dramas.

He couldn’t believe that this was the same person as the retard who had been talking about whether Hawking had written essays a few minutes earlier in the group chat.

Zhong Weishi felt a lot of emotions inside. A perfectly good man, why not live a proper life? It wasn’t like he hadn’t been given a chance.

Was this a distortion of human nature or a degeneration of morality?

Without missing a beat, Zhong Weishi stepped forward, shoving the man against the door and pinning him firmly. Channeling Qiangzi, who wasn’t present, he shouted the rallying cry of the Xicheng Debt Collection Team: “Er’Gou! You’re surrounded!”

Chapter 53

September 27, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       Zhan Weiyang finished his shower, returned to his room, and lay flat on the bed. Perhaps because of his excitement, he lay very flat, with his hands beside him and tightly pressed against his thighs.

       There was a sound coming from outside the door, Zhan Weiyang guessed that Pei Qing went to take a shower, and he continued to wait patiently. After about twenty minutes, Pei Qing pushed open his door and walked in gently.

       Pei Qing, wearing pyjamas, walked to Zhan Weiyang’s bed, squatted down and reached out to touch his hair, “Still not asleep?”

       Zhan Weiyang did not answer. He just hurriedly moved to the side, leaving half of the bed for Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing smiled at him, “What’s wrong today?”

       Zhan Weiyang urged him, “Come up quickly.”

       Pei Qing looked at him for a while and finally took off his shoes and went to bed. He covered himself with the same quilt as Zhan Weiyang and said, “Do you want me to coax you to sleep today?” He propped his head with one hand and lay on his side facing Zhan Weiyang.

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t say anything. After a while, he came over, hugged Pei Qing’s waist and kissed him.

       Pei Qing kissed Zhan Weiyang gently at first, but then he began to feel that Zhan Weiyang was rubbing against him, so he reached out, held his waist, and said, “What are you doing?”

       Zhan Weiyang looked up at him, a little confused, “Didn’t you drink?”

       Pei Qing’s voice was hoarse, “So?”

       Zhan Weiyang said innocently, “Isn’t it said that drinking alcohol will cause that?”

       Pei Qing looked at him and asked, “You mean doing something reckless after drinking?”

       Zhan Weiyang suddenly felt embarrassed and buried his face in Pei Qing’s arms.

       Pei Qing laughed and said to him, “Sex after drinking is actually an excuse for irresponsibility.”

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t understand and looked up at him.

       Pei Qing reached out and rubbed Zhan Weiyang’s hair, “Didn’t we agree to wait until you were eighteen?”

       Zhan Weiyang said to him, “But Chen Youyou said we didn’t have to wait until we were eighteen.”

       Pei Qing was silent for a moment and asked him, “Why did you tell Chen Youyou everything?”

       “I didn’t,” Zhan Weiyang whispered, “I didn’t tell him.”

       Pei Qing sighed softly and told Zhan Weiyang, “Yangyang, do you know why it’s eighteen?”

       Zhan Weiyang shook his head.

       Pei Qing said to him, “That’s a dividing line when you reach maturity both physically and mentally.” At this point, Pei Qing paused for a moment. He thought Zhan Weiyang might never reach that dividing line of complete maturity, but he continued, “You can date now, but some things are not good for you now, do you know?”

       Zhan Weiyang seemed to understand and didn’t seem to understand.

       Pei Qing had many thoughts. Of course, it was not just waiting for the right time for Zhan Weiyang to mature physically and mentally, as he said, but more of it was because he couldn’t get over his own hurdle. Just like he refused to kiss Zhan Weiyang before, he often felt an inexplicable sense of guilt when facing Zhan Weiyang. He couldn’t tell it, and he didn’t know whether he was right or wrong.

       Today, when he was with Zhan Pengcheng and heard Zhan Pengcheng’s words that he was worried that no one would take care of Zhan Weiyang in the future, he wanted to tell Zhan Pengcheng that he was willing to take care of Zhan Weiyang.

       But so what? The care that Zhan Pengcheng wanted might not be the same as his care. He didn’t even know whether what Zhan Weiyang needed was the same as what he needed.

       Pei Qing kept telling himself to wait a little longer, even if, as Zhan Weiyang said, there was no difference between seventeen and eighteen. However, the one who really needed this time was not Zhan Weiyang but Pei Qing herself.

       He reached out and hugged Zhan Weiyang, saying, “Go to sleep.”

       Zhan Weiyang was very disappointed and asked him, “Is it still not possible?”

       Pei Qing said, “No, eighteen is the bottom line, not even one day earlier.”

       Zhan Weiyang lowered his head and counted how many months he had left before he turned eighteen. After a while, he said, “What if I can’t wait until that day?”

       Pei Qing was a little surprised and looked at him, “What are you talking about?”

       Zhan Weiyang was not only disappointed but also a little unhappy. He said sullenly, “I may not be able to wait for that day.”

       Pei Qing didn’t expect him to say such a thing and asked him, “Why can’t you wait?”

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t answer. After a while, he whispered, “I told you.”

       Pei Qing pulled his shoulders, made him look at him, and said in a serious tone, “What’s going on?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I said I would become a tree.”

       Pei Qing asked him, “When will you become a tree? Will you become a tree at the age of eighteen?” When he asked questions, his tone became more and more serious.

       Zhan Weiyang said, “No, I said when the points are deducted.”

       Pei Qing said, “But you didn’t tell me what’s deducting your points.”

       Zhan Weiyang felt that he was pinching his shoulders very hard, and he struggled a little.

       Pei Qing then let him go, slowed down his tone and said to him, “Yangyang, can you tell gege?”

       Zhan Weiyang finally shook his head.

       He sat quietly for a while and suddenly raised his hand to take off his clothes. Pei Qing quickly held his hand to prevent him from moving.

       Zhan Weiyang said anxiously, “I don’t have time.”

       Pei Qing saw him trying to struggle, so he simply opened his arms and held him, trapping him in his embrace. He said, “No, you need to explain it to me first. What points deduction? What about turning into a tree?”

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t say anything. After a while, Pei Qing saw that he had closed his eyes.

       “Yangyang?” Pei Qing called him. Zhan Weiyang closed his eyes and didn’t respond.

       “Asleep?”

       Zhan Weiyang still didn’t respond.

       Pei Qing wanted to wake him up and ask him to speak clearly, but seeing that Zhan Weiyang had his eyes closed, he really couldn’t bear it, so he finally helped him lie down and covered him with the quilt.

       After doing all this, Pei Qing didn’t get up immediately but waited quietly for a while until he heard Zhan Weiyang’s light and even breathing. Then he slowly got up and got out of bed.

       He stood by the bed, reached out to turn off the light, and when he fell into darkness, he still stared at the sleeping figure on the bed.

       An unspeakable anxiety gradually surged up.

       He realised that Zhan Weiyang’s condition was not right before because it was not convenient to tell Zhan Pengcheng directly, so he specially communicated with Zhan Weiguang. At that time, Zhan Weiguang told him not to worry, and he also thought that Zhan Weiyang’s attention would be diverted over time and he would get better, but now it seemed that this was not the case. He didn’t know whether the things in Zhan Weiyang’s head should be called hallucinations or delusions, but it was obviously abnormal.

       Pei Qing left Zhan Weiyang’s room and returned to his own. He sat down by the bed, unable to sleep, pondering what he should do.

       He didn’t know whether he should tell Zhan Pengcheng first. After all, Zhan Pengcheng was Zhan Weiyang’s guardian, but he was afraid that Zhan Pengcheng would be repulsed by his interference in these matters.

       If he took Zhan Weiyang to see a doctor himself, Zhan Weiyang would probably resist. He still remembered how much Zhan Weiyang didn’t want to go to the hospital.

       Pei Qing raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He thought he had to ask Zhan Weiyang first. Even if Zhan Weiyang would resist, he must know what was going on with him.

       When lying on the bed, Pei Qing suddenly thought of someone—Chen Youyou.

       Since Zhan Weiyang had a good friend who could talk about everything, maybe Chen Youyou would know what kind of mess Zhan Weiyang was thinking about in his little head.

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Chapter 24 – I will let Rongrong leave the palace tomorrow

September 26, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 24 – I will let Rongrong leave the palace tomorrow

 

On the second day, Li Chisu indeed entered the palace. What Zhao Qi didn’t expect was that his long-awaited original book’s protagonist, Zhao Tong, was also with him.

 

It was said that Zhao Tong arrived in the capital early that morning and went straight into the palace without even having a sip of water. At the palace gate, he coincidentally met Li Chisu, and together they requested an audience with the emperor.

 

When Xiao Shiqing heard this, he remarked with subtle intention, “They seem to have met quite fortuitously.”

 

Zhao Qi asked, “Does the Prime Minister bro mean that they intentionally came together?”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied, “Prince Huai probably fears that he might be troublesome to you and the Empress Dowager if he entered the palace alone. Therefore, he deliberately waited for Prince Zhaonan to enter with him. With Prince Zhaonan present, your attention on him would naturally be limited.”

 

This indeed seemed to fit Zhao Tong’s style, being cautious and calculating every step.

 

A eunuch came to report, “Your Majesty, Prime Minister. Prince Huai and Prince Zhaonan are currently paying their respects to the Empress Dowager in the Cian Palace. The Empress Dowager will host a banquet there to welcome the two princes and requests your presence along with the Prime Minister.”

 

Xiao Shiqing lightly pushed Zhao Qi’s back, “Let’s go.”

 

“Prime Minister, please go ahead,” Zhao Qi said, “I still have something to do.”

 

“What is it?”

 

Zhao Qi looked a bit embarrassed, “Brother, don’t you remember? Li Chisu has seen me at Chunfeng Pavilion.”

 

Xiao Shiqing was momentarily speechless.

 

“Although there’s a difference before and after I put on makeup, it’s still better to disguise myself just in case.”

 

Xiao Shiqing looked at him, “How do you plan to disguise yourself?”

 

In the Cian Palace, Li Chisu presented the Empress Dowager with gifts from Nanzhou—ten pots of rare-colored, uniquely-shaped peonies.

 

“These flowers are really beautiful,” the Empress Dowager said with a smile, “They come in various colors. I’ve never seen green peonies before.”

 

Li Chisu smiled, “I heard from my father that the Empress Dowager enjoys arranging flowers in her spare time. Hence, I spent several years finding these ten pots of peonies.”

 

The Empress Dowager nodded, “Prince Zhaonan has gone to great lengths.”

 

While they were speaking, Zhao Tong stood quietly aside, always maintaining a gracious and suitable smile.

 

Yun Xiu approached and said, “Empress Dowager, the Emperor and the Prime Minister have arrived.”

 

The Empress Dowager looked at Li Chisu, “At last, they have arrived.”

 

When Zhao Qi entered the hall, he saw two men standing behind the Empress Dowager—one was the Li Chisu he had met before, whose dark green imperial robe did not seem solemn or restrained at all but instead highlighted his charm and grace; the other was Zhao Qi’s rival, Zhao Tong.

 

As the original book’s protagonist, Zhao Tong was indeed good-looking, with refined and elegant features that were pleasing to the eye, making it no wonder he could win so many hearts.

 

Both Zhao Tong and Li Chisu knelt and saluted. Zhao Qi maintained a stern expression, “Rise.”

 

“Your Majesty…” The Empress Dowager stared at Zhao Qi’s face, “Why have you suddenly grown a beard?”

 

Xiao Shiqing let out a very faint laugh. Zhao Qi touched the newly attached beard, “I thought this would give me a more masculine look.”

 

The Empress Dowager appeared very confused, “But you didn’t have this when you came to pay your respects to me yesterday…”

 

Zhao Qi quickly changed the subject, “Oh, where did these flowers come from? And what about the vegetable pot—will it be stir-fried for the banquet later?”

 

The Empress Dowager couldn’t help but smile, “Your Majesty, these are peonies.”

 

“Ah?” Zhao Qi said in disbelief, “There are green flowers too?”

 

Li Chisu smiled with a hint of confusion in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Qi. This was likely his first time seeing the emperor as an adult, yet he felt an inexplicable familiarity.

 

Ignoring the two strips of beard, the young emperor was quite delicate and attractive, his complexion pale from years of luxury; with the addition of the beard, he seemed somewhat quirky.

 

In summary, the emperor was a little beauty. And he could remember the face of anyone who was beautiful.

 

Seeing Li Chisu staring at Zhao Qi without blinking, Xiao Shiqing said, “I’ve heard that Prince Zhaonan has seen all the beauties in the world. I wonder, how do the beauties of the capital compare to those of Nanzhou?”

 

Li Chisu shifted his gaze from Zhao Qi, “Naturally, each has its own merits. The girls from Nanzhou are lively and cheerful, while those from the capital are gentle and considerate. I like both.” He added, “By the way, I’ve also heard that Prime Minister Xiao is renowned for his extraordinary grace and is considered the most handsome man in Dajing. It’s a privilege to meet you today. Truly, you are exceptional and make one feel inadequate.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled faintly, “Likewise.”

 

Zhao Qi stifled a laugh. Compliments for commercial purposes could be seen anytime.

 

Zhao Tong looked at Xiao Shiqing with an expression of wanting to say something but holding back, “Has the Prime Minister been well this year?”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied nonchalantly, “Yes.”

 

Zhao Tong smiled warmly, “Then I can be at ease.”

 

“Why does Prince Huai only ask about the Prime Minister’s well-being and not mine?” Zhao Qi said jokingly, “Could it be that the Prime Minister is more important to you than I am?”

 

Zhao Tong lowered his eyes, “I wouldn’t dare. I always wish for Your Majesty’s peace and safety from afar in the Northern Border.”

 

This answer had no flaws. But Zhao Qi knew well that Zhao Tong was actually hoping for him to fall soon while in his fief.

 

The Empress Dowager said, “Since everyone is here, let’s start the banquet. We are all family, so there’s no need for formalities. Just treat it like a regular family dinner.”

 

This “family dinner” seemed to be quite pleasant on the surface. As Xiao Shiqing had said, with Li Chisu present, the Empress Dowager’s attention would not be on Zhao Tong. Although Zhao Tong was at the table, he seemed like an invisible person, which was the effect he wanted.

 

During the meal, the Empress Dowager mentioned the bond of brotherhood between the late Emperor Gaozu and the old Prince Zhaonan, jokingly saying, “Prince Zhaonan is young in age but high in seniority. If we take it seriously, the Emperor would have to call you ‘little uncle.’”

 

Zhao Qi choked on his wine, “Mother!”

 

Li Chisu found Zhao Qi’s reaction amusing, “If I could hear the Emperor call me ‘little uncle,’ I would die without regret.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said：“The Emperor is the Son of Heaven, and with anyone, it must always be a matter of ruler and subject.”

 

Zhao Qi suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He felt a bit grateful that Xiao Shiqing spoke up for him, but who was the one forcing him to call him “brother,” and still had the nerve to talk about “ruler and subject” principles? The double standards never cease.

 

Li Chisu drank a cup of wine, his drunkenness in his eyes unclear whether it was real or feigned. “Will the Prime Minister uphold the gentlemanly manners before the Emperor?”

 

Even Zhao Qi could hear the implication in these words, suggesting that Xiao Shiqing was overstepping his bounds, let alone the others at the table.

 

Xiao Shiqing’s expression was inscrutable, and he countered, “What does King Zhaonan think?”

 

Li Chisu laughed, “This king has been in the southern province for many years. How would I know about the Prime Minister and the Emperor’s matters?”

 

“Since King Zhaonan knows that this is a matter between me and the Emperor, why ask?”

 

Though it was their first meeting, it felt as though their energies were mismatched, with every sentence carrying hidden meanings, which left Zhao Qi feeling somewhat exhausted, as if watching a palace drama.

 

Empress Dowager Wen set down her silver chopsticks and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. “Why bring up such things? King Zhaonan, I remember you are about twenty-six or twenty-seven, aren’t you?”

 

Zhao Qi straightened up. According to custom, once the Empress Dowager mentioned age, she was likely to bring up marriage soon.

 

“Replying to the Empress Dowager, I am twenty-seven this year.”

 

“You’re no longer young. Other nobles of your age already have a complete family, but you don’t even have a proper wife.”

 

Li Chisu had come prepared and continued with Empress Dowager Wen’s lead, “I have yet to meet someone I like, which is why it has been delayed until now. However, just a few days ago, I finally met someone I am fond of…”

 

Seeing that Li Chisu was truly about to request a marriage arrangement, Zhao Qi hurriedly interjected, “Prince Huai!”

 

Zhao Tong was confused as to why he was suddenly mentioned. “Your Majesty?”

 

“I heard that the northern borders are freezing cold, with snow falling for half the year. You’ve been there for such a long time. How is your health?”

 

Zhao Tong replied, “Replying to Your Majesty, I am well.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen asked, “Has there been any progress with your illness?”

 

Years ago, Zhao Tong had claimed to suffer from impotence to survive under the dog emperor and Empress Dowager Wen. Many people knew of this, but only Zhao Qi knew he was lying.

 

Zhao Tong lowered his head, “Replying to the Empress Dowager, it is still the same.”

 

“Is that so,” Empress Dowager Wen smiled ambiguously, “Tomorrow, let the imperial physician have a look at you.”

 

Zhao Tong restrained himself, “Thank you, Empress Dowager.”

 

“However, this matter cannot be forced. After all, it’s not life-threatening, so don’t worry too much.” Now that her son’s condition was better, Empress Dowager Wen was more relaxed. “What were we talking about? Oh, the wife of King Zhaonan…”

 

Zhao Qi interjected again, “King Zhaonan, I’d like to offer you a toast. Thank you for bringing flowers… flowers for the Empress Dowager from the southern province.”

 

Li Chisu looked at the little emperor’s tilted mustache and smiled, “It should be me toasting the Emperor.”

 

Xiao Shiqing also personally poured a cup of wine and signaled to a eunuch standing by, “Give this wine to the Emperor and tell him it’s from me.”

 

The eunuch did as instructed, and Zhao Qi, without much thought, took the cup and drank a small sip. Empress Dowager Wen, sitting next to him, noticed a change in her expression—this cup had been used by Xiao Shiqing.

 

Empress Dowager Wen lost interest in discussing Li Chisu’s marriage, and Li Chisu did not bring it up again. Zhao Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

 

After the banquet, everyone went their separate ways.

 

A palace eunuch led Zhao Tong out of the palace, and Zhao Tong suddenly stopped and said, “Eunuch.”

 

“Your Highness?”

 

“Eunuch, I want to go to Changxi Palace to retrieve a relic of my mother,” Zhao Tong handed the eunuch a heavy silver ingot. “Please, make an exception.”

 

The eunuch hesitated, “Your Highness, it’s so late, and we are in the inner palace.”

 

Zhao Tong added another silver ingot and smiled, “Just to retrieve one item. It will be quick.”

 

Two silver ingots were enough for an ordinary person’s lifetime, and the eunuch couldn’t resist the temptation. “Then please hurry.”

 

“I will.”

 

Having grown up in the palace, Zhao Tong was very familiar with the palace routes even after a year away. He quickly arrived at his destination.

 

In the moonlight, a person stood by the window, with ink-black hair and snow-white robes. Zhao Tong blurted out the person’s name, “Rong Tang!”

 

Rong Tang paused slightly, then slowly turned around. “Your Majesty?”

 

In the instant their eyes met, both were stunned. Zhao Tong asked, “What did you call me?”

 

“I thought it was…” Rong Tang paused and didn’t continue. During the Wanshou Festival, all the regional princes had to return to the capital to celebrate the Emperor’s birthday. He knew Zhao Tong would return and guessed he would find a way to see him. “Your Highness, you’re back.”

 

“Yes, I’m back.” Zhao Tong stared intently at Rong Tang. “You’ve suffered this year.”

 

Rong Tang looked at him quietly, without speaking.

 

“I don’t have time to talk much right now.” Zhao Tong spoke rapidly. “But you have to believe me, I am finding a way to rescue you.”

 

“Have you come up with a plan?”

 

Zhao Tong hesitated for a moment and said, “I have.” In his expectation, when they met, Rong Tang would at least be moved, even if not losing control. But Rong Tang was so calm that Zhao Tong was uncertain whether to share his grand plan with him.

 

Rong Tang asked, “What is it?”

 

Zhao Tong thought for a moment and said tactfully, “Rong Tang, Zhao Qi loves you to the core. He will never let you go. As long as he sits on the dragon throne, you will forever be his prisoner.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Zhao Tong believed he had been very clear, and someone as intelligent as Rong Tang couldn’t have failed to understand. “So what do you think?”

 

Rong Tang’s gaze moved past Zhao Tong’s shoulder, landing on the windowsill.

 

Not long ago, Zhao Qi had placed a blooming peach blossom there.

 

Rong Tang remained silent for a long time, and Zhao Tong grew anxious. “Rong Tang, will you help me?”

 

Rong Tang withdrew his gaze. “If your plan is to usurp the throne, then I am willing.”

 

Zhao Tong couldn’t hide his excitement. “I knew…”

 

“—willing to be his prisoner.”

 

Zhao Tong’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Rong Tang.

 

Hiding in the corner, Zhao Qi, who had heard everything clearly, was so moved he almost cried.

 

Listen, listen! Rong Tang doesn’t want his life!!! My little peach blossom, my little peach, and my little candied fruit weren’t given in vain!!!

 

“Rong Rong, wait for me! I will release you from the palace tomorrow!”

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Chapter 36 – Cold-blooded and Merciless

September 25, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 36: Cold-blooded and Merciless

 

Pheonix lay motionless on the bed, feeling utterly despondent at the thought of possibly becoming a bald bird, with no hope left for the future.

 

He closed himself off, feeling hopeless, beyond comfort from anyone.

 

Long Ling looked at Pheonix, who buried himself under the blanket, and struggled hard not to laugh. He gently nudged him.

 

“Pheonix.”

 

Su Muluo remained silent.

 

Long Ling nudged him again. “Don’t bury yourself in the blanket, it’ll be uncomfortable.”

 

Su Muluo still didn’t respond.

 

After a moment of thought, Long Ling set aside the dozen or so feathers he had collected and lay down beside his Pheonix.

 

Feeling the bed sink slightly, Su Muluo immediately wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, withdrawing further into himself, unwilling to let Long Ling get close.

 

Long Ling looked at this bundle of Pheonix, his lips curling slightly. He thought how cute Pheonix looked and wanted to …

 

But he kept a straight face and said seriously, “It’s just a few more feathers shedding. Pheonix, did you forget you’re in molting season? The feathers that fall out now will grow back soon.”

 

Upon hearing this, the lump in front of him moved slightly under the blanket.

 

Long Ling reached out and embraced the bundle of Pheonix, coaxing gently, “Would Pheonix like to transform back and take a look? I’m sure you’ve grown many new feathers, still as beautiful as ever.”

 

“…,” Su Muluo slowly peeked out from under the blanket, giving him a glance.

 

The next moment, a snowy white bird landed on the bed, not in the small form of Pheonix, but a bird so large it almost covered half the bed, its pristine feathers glowing, its tail feathers like a winding Milky Way dotted with tiny golden sparkles.

 

This was Pheonix’s adult form. Long Ling was momentarily stunned by its beauty, almost reaching out to touch the silky soft feathers… Thankfully, he restrained himself and avoided being pecked by Pheonix.

 

“Pheonix looks so beautiful,” Long Ling blinked his eyes and said, “No other bird compares to Pheonix’s beauty.”

 

Pheonix tilted his head slightly, feeling a bit proud to hear such compliments, then preened his feathers.

 

Though every time he molted, he feared he would go bald, in reality, his feathers were lush and thick. Losing just a dozen feathers wouldn’t make him look bald at all.

 

And just as Long Ling said, he was indeed in molting season, and soon enough, Pheonix discovered he had grown many new fluffy feathers, instantly cheering up.

 

Then he pecked lightly on Long Ling’s face.

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

It took him a moment to realize Pheonix was teasing him. Immediately, he boldly seized the opportunity, “I want Pheonix to transform into a human, teasing me like that!”

 

That would be more like teasing!

 

Pheonix glanced at him, transformed back into human form, and ignored him.

 

Long Ling was not pleased. Last time, their teasing was interrupted by Lin Chengcheng, and just now, that teasing felt like being pecked… But now wasn’t the time to be sulking. Rather than teasing each other affectionately, he was more concerned about Pheonix’s condition.

 

“Are you still sleepy now?” Long Ling asked, “Do you want to sleep a bit longer, or eat something?”

 

Su Muluo shook his head and asked, “Where are my feathers?”

 

Long Ling brought over the dozen feathers placed on the bedside.

 

Su Muluo carefully picked up the feathers, a bit unhappy. “How could I shed so many feathers at once?”

 

Although they can grow back, losing so many feathers at once was really frightening!

 

Long Ling asked, “Is it because of your bird lineage? Or is it because of that phoenix relic here?”

 

As Pheonix neatly arranged his feathers and wrapped them in cloth, Long Ling quietly stole some feathers, specifically picking out the most beautiful ones, and snuck them away from under Pheonix’s nose.

 

Su Muluo seemed oblivious to his little antics and said, “It’s possible… but why would my reaction be so strong?”

 

He knew he would have a reaction to that phoenix relic, as it carried the aura of his kin, but he hadn’t expected such a strong response, which felt off.

 

With these thoughts, Su Muluo couldn’t help but wonder, “Could it be that the phoenix relic belongs to someone from my… previous life?”

 

Long Ling met his gaze and said, “There’s another possibility—it belongs to the phoenix itself.”

 

“…,” Su Muluo remained silent, deep in thought.

 

While he pondered, Long Ling maintained a poker face and stealthily plucked another feather.

 

Su Muluo immediately slapped his hand away, saying, “No more for you!”

 

He had stolen all the nice feathers!

 

Already, who knows how many he’d taken!

 

Long Ling obediently said, “Oh,” and then swiftly nabbed another.

 

Su Muluo: Tsk.

 

He quickly gathered the remaining feathers and declared, “Anyway, let’s go ask the bird clan people first.”

 

Long Ling nodded, happily slipping his hand into his pocket to feel the soft feathers.

 

With the ones he had collected earlier, he now had ten.

 

Like a mischievous dragon in stories who loved collecting shiny treasures, Long Ling enjoyed gathering feathers from his Pheonix. Those soft, pristine feathers, imbued with the essence of his Pheonix, were more beautiful than any gold or jewels.

 

If Pheonix shed a few more times, he’d have a little treasure trove!

 

Long Ling envisioned this happily, though he certainly wouldn’t let Pheonix catch wind of his thoughts. If his Pheonix found out, he’d probably pluck him bare.

 

The two of them left and returned to the Lin Tower where several senior bird clan members were gathered around a round table, looking extremely uneasy.

 

“Mr. Su!”

 

Feng Xuan had just returned to his original form, and seeing Su Muluo safe and sound, he stood up in joy and asked, “Are you okay now?”

 

Not long ago, he heard the news that Su Muluo unexpectedly fell unconscious, seemingly related to their bird clan, which angered Long Ling beside him… Hence, everyone dared not do anything and nervously awaited here, fearing Su Muluo would really be in trouble, and his companion might wipe out their entire bird clan in anger.

 

Fortunately, Su Muluo was fine, and he didn’t blame the bird clan at all, saying, “Sorry for worrying you all. It was just my boyfriend’s bad attitude that scared you.”

 

Previously, Long Ling mistakenly thought that the avian clan was targeting him, nearly stunning those bird demons into fainting on the spot. Although he knew his dragon was just too worried about him and had reserved some strength during the intimidation, he still felt the need to apologize.

 

“No, no, no, it was our fault that you felt unwell right after arriving in our territory,” Feng Xuan said, “Do you feel any better now? The avian clan has skilled healers who could take a look at you.”

 

Su Muluo shook his head, declining the offer. He continued, “I have a question for you.”

 

Feng Xuan invited him and Long Ling to sit down, saying, “Please go ahead. We will answer anything we know.”

 

Su Muluo asked, “You mentioned earlier that the Phoenix relic was in the hands of the Elder Chief, but is it possible that it’s actually here?”

 

Upon hearing this question, everyone around the round table exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond.

 

“Well… I think it’s unlikely,” Feng Xuan replied. “If it were here, we wouldn’t have trouble finding it.”

 

Su Muluo persisted, “None of you have seen the relic. Perhaps it’s hidden somewhere here?”

 

Feng Xuan pondered for a moment before shaking his head. “You have a point. However, this area isn’t where the avian clan used to reside. We split from them with the Elder Chief, bringing some of our people here to live. Even before that, the Phoenix relic was already missing.”

 

“There’s another thing I mentioned earlier. Only the clan leader and elders know about the Phoenix relic’s existence, and normally, it’s guarded solely by the clan leader. The elders are not authorized to see it.”

 

“When Feng Hen just left the avian clan, the Elder Chief declared the relic missing. But as I mentioned, as an elder, he shouldn’t have seen the relic. If he never saw it, how would he know it was missing?” Feng Xuan explained. “So, since then, I’ve suspected that he might have stolen the Phoenix relic and framed Feng Hen, even killing him, to forever possess the relic.”

 

Upon hearing this, Su Muluo pondered silently, “In that case, I must meet this Elder Chief.”

 

He could tell from Feng Xuan’s expression that he wasn’t lying. This person hadn’t deceived him.

 

Aside from whether the Phoenix relic was here, even if it were, Su Muluo didn’t know what it looked like and couldn’t possibly find it.

 

Therefore, he had to see the Elder Chief because only he was most likely to have seen or even possessed the Phoenix relic.

 

Additionally, there was another point that Su Muluo found very concerning—this place used to be on the edge of the avian clan’s territory, several kilometers away from the Elder Chief’s domain. If the Phoenix relic truly was in the Elder Chief’s possession, it meant that despite the distance, he was somehow affected by the relic.

 

The closer he got to it, the stronger the effect might be. This indicated a profoundly strong connection between him and the relic… Suddenly, an idea popped into Su Muluo’s mind.

 

Did the Phoenix, entrusted to the avian clan leader all those years ago, foresee this day?

 

Was it intended for him to retrieve the relic and uncover the secrets it held?

 

As Su Muluo fell into silence, one of the avian clan members beside him couldn’t help but speak up, “But the Elder Chief is incredibly powerful. We’re not ready to confront them in battle… If you go now, it’ll be hard to come back unscathed.”

 

They had only heard from Feng Xuan that Su Muluo and Long Ling were strong, but they weren’t sure how powerful these two really were. Feng Xuan had never mentioned his own strength, leading them to speculate that this gentleman might not want to boast and had kept it quiet for safety, not informing their own clan members.

 

Su Muluo said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

 

Yet when the other avian clan members heard his words, they weren’t reassured. Instead, they exchanged glances with Feng Xuan, urging him to talk to the two gentlemen again and give them some time to consider their impulsiveness.

 

Feng Xuan didn’t bother with them. He knew how powerful Su Muluo was and knew that this gentleman had his own goals for coming to their avian clan, so there was no point in intervening with his eyesight.

 

“In that case, let me lead the way,” Feng Xuan said. “This is still a few kilometers away from the Elder Chief’s place and not easily accessible.”

 

Su Muluo was about to agree when Long Ling next to him

 

Su Muluo remained silent.

 

Su Muluo saw from his expression that he had something to say to himself. He said to Feng Xuan, “Can we wait? I want to discuss with my boyfriend.”

 

Feng Xuan certainly wouldn’t object, so Su Muluo and Long Ling went out.

 

Outside the attic, Long Ling said, “The Phoenix shouldn’t come with us. It should stay here. Let me go instead.”

 

Su Muluo asked, puzzled, “Why?”

 

Before the sound of his voice fell, he understood Long Ling’s meaning.

 

If the Elder Chief really had the Phoenix relic, he would be affected here, and the closer he got there, the greater the impact would be.

 

Now he was just feeling drowsy and shedding feathers, but when he really got there, who knew what would happen…

 

But he also didn’t want to separate from his dragon, nor did he want to let his dragon go there alone.

 

Su Muluo said nothing, just blinked and looked at Long Ling.

 

Long Ling was very firm and resolute, saying, “No, the Phoenix stays here. I’ll bring back the relic for you.”

 

It was safer here than over there, even if his Phoenix was affected by the relic, there would be no danger. When it came to the safety of the Phoenix, he would never easily compromise.

 

Su Muluo grabbed his clothes and shook them lightly, with eyes like a pleading puppy.

 

Long Ling said stubbornly, “I said no, even if the Phoenix is mine, it’s useless.”

 

Unmoved, very unfeeling.

 

Su Muluo: “…”

 

Su Muluo was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly changed back to his original form.

 

A soft, fluffy little Phoenix with puffed feathers landed in Long Ling’s palm, raised its head, and chirped at him.

 

Long Ling said, “No, I’m not saying it a third time.”

 

Cold and heartless, without any room for compromise.

 

Little Phoenix: “…Chirp.”

 

It lay limp, its feathers not as fluffy anymore.

 

Want to go.

 

Looking very aggrieved.

 

Long Ling: “…………”

 

After a moment, with a fluffy little Phoenix in his pocket, Long Ling said to Feng Xuan in a very cold and hard manner, “Let’s go, let’s leave now.”

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Chapter 7

September 25, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       “Why are you hiding here?” Jiahui asked in a small voice.

       “What did Chu Yichen tell you?” He deleted the text messages on his phone and returned them to her.

       “Chen ge said that you took over the company’s affairs and were sent to City C for a while. Then he mentioned that Auntie wanted to go to clear her mind, so she took me along.”

       “My mother?!” Chu Yunhan was shocked, “…how did he find my mother?”

       “‘Find’? What do you mean? Hasn’t Auntie been staying at the villa in the Beishan?”

       Of course not. The day before the incident, he had Gray Wolf quietly pick up his mother from there and send her to a sanatorium in City H. The whole thing was done in extreme secrecy—how could Chu Yichen have tracked them down? Could it be that Gray Wolf’s men were being watched by him from the start? Did he know that Gray Wolf would betray him? Or perhaps he had already sensed his involvement in the matter? But if that were the case, how could he have been lured into the trap by just a phone call from him?

       Seeing the confused look on Jiahui’s face, he couldn’t tell the whole story, so he could only ignore it and say, “It’s nothing. How is my mom’s mental state right now? Is her health okay? There weren’t any problems on the way, were there?”

       “It’s good. Chen ge arranged this trip very thoughtfully. Auntie was very happy and was in a good mood along the way. To be honest, did you and Chen ge have a fight? Don’t cause trouble for him. He’s been overwhelmed with work, dealing with a ton of things every day, and it’s been a long time since we had a meal together. Oh, right, we went to Sweden…”

       “Shh, keep your voice down.” Chu Yunhan interrupted her ramble and said, “Next, I need you to help me with a few things. I can’t explain the reasons right now, but I promise I’ll tell you everything later. For now, please don’t ask, alright?”

       Jiahui saw his solemn expression and was a little at a loss, “…Okay, what’s the matter?”

       “First, when you leave here later, make sure to avoid everyone. Act like you haven’t seen me and don’t know that I’m home.”

       “Oh.” She suppressed her curiosity and agreed.

       “Second, don’t show your cell phone to others. If a stranger calls me, tell him I’m at the Chu family’s old house.”

       “Okay.”

       “Third, help me take good care of my mother and find an excuse for Grandpa to send someone to pick her up and take her back to Zhou’s house.”

       “But Auntie said that she was used to living in Beishan courtyard…”

       “We have to leave there!” Chu Yunhan said anxiously.

       Jiahui was taken aback by his attitude, but the two grew up together and trusted each other. Since it was something Chu Yunhan asked, there must be some reasons, so she nodded and said, “Alright, I understand.”

       After Jiahui left, Chu Yunhan quietly slipped out of the storage room. He originally wanted to go all the way back, but he was caught by bodyguards on the way and escorted directly back to the room. As a result, in addition to being locked up and not allowed to leave the room, he was not given food for two whole days. Chu Yunhan felt that Chu Yichen was treating him like a pet, just like Thor. When Thor was obedient, it was allowed to walk around the yard; when guests arrived, it would be chained up, and only when it wagged its tail would it be fed. If it disobeyed, it would be left hungry.

       He couldn’t live like this.

       However, in this predicament, all he could do was wait. Like a trembling lion in a circus caravan, waiting for a minstrel willing to lend a hand.

       Every morning, the sun slowly rose from the east, casting a red glow across the sky and making the black tiles on the roof glisten. At night, the daylight gradually faded, the sky darkened, and a crescent moon appeared alongside scattered stars. Time had never felt so slow before—so slow that it left a barren emptiness in his heart.

       Chu Yunhan, who was bored, leaned against the window and stared at the sky all day long, anxiously waiting for the long-awaited response.

       On the tenth day after Jiahui’s arrival, Chu Yichen informed him to attend an event with him.

       ——Shengjing Group’s charity dinner.

       Upon hearing the news, Chu Yunhan’s heart beat wildly. He pretended to be disdainful and said, “It’s boring, I won’t go.”

       “I thought that after being locked up for so long, you would want to go out for a walk.” The man raised his eyes and said, “If you don’t want to go, then forget it.”

       It was as if a dull thunder had hit him, and he felt great regret. He hated himself for trying to die for no reason and stuttered, “Uh, it’s better to go out for a walk. It’s too boring at home.”

       Chu Yichen looked at him for a while and said, “Go and change clothes.”

       A dark blue formal suit was prepared for him. Chu Yunhan usually disliked colours that were too dark and always felt immature. At this moment, he was not in the mood to care about whether he looked good or not. His mind was in such a mess that he even tied his tie wrong several times.

       He hadn’t chosen the wrong person; that guy was indeed reliable. Now, he could finally leave this cage, but what was the next step? What exactly were his plans? Everything was still unclear, and he could only proceed cautiously, step by step. The opportunity was hard-earned, so he had to be extremely careful.

       In the back seat of the car, the two sat side by side, silently all the way. It wasn’t until they entered the venue that Chu Yichen said, “Outside, you are still the eldest son of the Chu family, so keep your mouth shut.”

       “Don’t worry, I will be a puppet and not cause you any trouble.” He glanced at Bai Xiao, who was following him and spoke in a mocking tone.

       These kinds of banquets were still so boring—people clustered in twos and threes, exchanging pleasantries, each expanding and solidifying their connections. Having been absent for a long time, he was immediately noticed by a few familiar young gentlemen as soon as he showed up, who were eagerly signalling him.

       Chu Yunhan knew that they were afraid of Chu Yichen and could not come over to greet him, so it was inconvenient for him to come over and say hello. Unfortunately, he was now a ‘prisoner’ and couldn’t run over to hang out with them, so he had to pretend not to see them.

       “It’s really rare for Chairman Chu’s to visit. It’s a glorious sight.” A voice was heard, and then a middle-aged man with a beard was seen striding towards them. He was the second son of Sheng Weiyong, the president of Shengjing Group, and the head of the Southeast Region—Sheng Guang.

       A smile appeared on Chu Yichen’s face, and he extended his hand to shake hands with him, “How could a Chu be absent from Shengjing’s invitation?”

       “I’ve always heard that Chairman Chu is handsome and dashing. When I saw you today, you were indeed extraordinary.” The one speaking was a young man standing behind him, dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit with a hint of roguishness in his smile. Chu Yunhan’s gaze fell on him, then awkwardly looked away, afraid that others might notice something amiss.

       This man’s name was Sheng Ming. He was Sheng Guang’s biological younger brother, fifth in line. He was known as ‘Fifth Master’ down the road, and he also had the nickname ‘Gods Impossible to Save’, meaning that once this guy targeted you, even the Gods would have a hard time saving you.

       The reason why they had this title was because the Sheng family also started out in the underworld, and their home base was in the north. In the past few years, there had been people in the court, and their claws had become deeper and longer, and they had reached K City. The newly opened nightclub in the south of the city was their property, and it had affected Lihao’s business to a certain extent.

       Chu Yichen smiled lightly, “Thank you. Chairman xiao Sheng is a young talent with a bright future.”

       After the show of mutual compliments was over, they began to take their seats. It was the same routine of soliciting donations that followed: a few children were brought on stage to tell their tragic stories, and some rare items were auctioned off. Business tycoons spent lavishly to show their generosity.

       Chu Yunhan’s gaze kept drifting toward Sheng the fifth, so he decided to lower his head and focus on the wine glass in front of him. After sitting there for a while, he found an excuse to go to the restroom. Bai Xiao followed him to the door, and after Chu Yunhan made a round in the restroom without finding anything unusual, he began to feel anxious.

       Was he actually planning to help him escape or not? This was the best opportunity, and who knew when the next chance would come… He sat on the toilet for a long time, waiting until Bai Xiao came in to find him before he emerged from the restroom with a frustrated expression. After that, he sat there like a puppet, completely detached from the performances on stage and the conversations happening around him, with no interest in paying attention.

       Until the end of the banquet, there was no movement.

       Hei Yu leaned next to Chu Yichen and whispered a few words. The man pondered for a moment and said, “I have something to do at the moment, so you go back first.”

       Chu Yunhan and Bai Xiao got into the car and leaned back in the backseat with their eyes closed without saying a word. About ten minutes later, the driver suddenly made a sharp turn and stepped on the brakes, causing the entire car to slide out of a semicircle due to the huge inertial belt. His head hit the car window and broke, causing severe pain.

       “Don’t move!” Bai Xiao looked stern and pulled out his gun neatly.

       His head was dizzy, and there were stars in front of his eyes. Suddenly, he heard several gunshots coming from behind, and the tyres of the car went flat. Then Bai Xiao pulled him out of the car. He stumbled a few steps and finally stopped.

       In front of him was a circle of men in black suits, all with guns in their hands.

       “Who are you?” Bai Xiao lost his smile and asked gloomily.

       “We just met, and you forgot so quickly?” A familiar voice rang, and the man in a white suit appeared leisurely in front of everyone with an extremely evil smile.

       “…Sheng Fifth Master?” Bai Xiao protected Chu Yunhan behind him, “What do you want to do?”

       “According to the cliché, it should be called… a hero saving the beauty.”

       “What?” Before Bai Xiao could react, he was hit on the back of his neck, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground. Immediately, a man in black stepped forward, grabbed the gun and held him down. Before Bai Xiao fainted, he gritted his teeth and struggled, “Chu Yunhan, you despicable villain!”

       Chu Yunhan breathed heavily; it was he who had just made the move. The children of the Chu family had learned self-defence techniques from a young age to handle sudden dangers. This chop was one of the simplest ways to neutralise an opponent. Seeing someone raise a gun, he shouted urgently, “Don’t shoot him!” His agitation caused a sudden dizziness, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

       “If you don’t want to kill, I won’t kill him. Why so anxious?” Sheng Ming held him in his arms. Seeing the wound on his head, he clicked his tongue twice, took out a handkerchief to hold the wound for him, and said with a smile, “It won’t look good if you have a scar, beautiful.”

       “You damn near killed me.” He couldn’t help but curse.

       “So you have to wear your seat belt when riding in the car.” Sheng Ming smiled, helped him get into his car, bent over and fastened his seat belt for him, and said, “No one will disturb you now, we can have a good talk.”

       “What to talk about?”

       “The reward for the hero who saved the beauty.”

       Chu Yunhan’s heart sank and he said, “You are taking advantage of the situation.”

       “Yeah.” He admitted readily, “I still know the matters of the underworld. Previously, there was a rebellion within Black Eagle’s ranks involving Grey Wolf, and then you disappeared without a trace. So, I suspect you were caught up in it. With no news of your death or appearance, it’s likely you were detained. After receiving your message, I became even more certain of this. Extracting you from Chu Yichen’s grasp is difficult. It’s not so much the act of intervention but the aftermath. Even if I manage it cleanly and he finds nothing, it’s easy for him to guess that the Sheng family is behind it.”

       He looked at Chu Yunhan with a smile and said, “The Sheng family is in K City. The foundation is not yet stable. Dad warned us not to make enemies, yet I risked being hunted down by Dad and Chu the Second Master for you. Shouldn’t I ask for some reward?”

       “What do you want?”

       “You should know what I want.”

       “…” Chu Yunhan avoided his gaze for a long time and said softly, “I’m really not…not gay…”

       “You’ve escaped from the Chu family, but it will be hard for you to stay in K City. With Chu Yichen coverage all over the city, there won’t be any other safe place for you. Except with me.” Sheng Ming folded the handkerchief and put it in his hand, “I won’t deny that I’m taking advantage of the situation because I’ve never been a good person. I just know that this is the only and best chance for you to agree. Ever since we met three years ago, I’ve been waiting for this opportunity. I even volunteered to transfer to K City for you. If you agree, I’ll take you away from here—whether you want to go up north or abroad, it’s entirely up to you.”

       Yes. Chu Yunhan knew Sheng the fifth’s thoughts clearly, and he was well aware of his preferences. During that chaotic first encounter, he had nearly been pinned down to the bed. He had kicked him to the ground, and from that fight, they had somehow become friends. Though they were called friends, Chu Yunhan still felt somewhat afraid of him. The way he looked at him was too intense and sometimes even made him feel as if he were stripped bare, so he later intentionally distanced himself from him.

       He asked for help at this time because there was no way out and only this person could help him.

       And the one that Sheng the fifth wanted—was him.

       Men and men…he couldn’t accept it. But there was no other way now; he didn’t want to be locked up and waiting to die again. The only option was to agree first, run away from Chu Yichen and then make plans.

       “Okay, I promise you.” Chu Yunhan said without confidence.

       Sheng the Fifth seemed to have guessed that he would agree and smiled. He hooked his tie with his fingers, brought his face close to him, and said softly, “Then, be sure to pay a deposit first.” After that, he put his lips to his and opened his mouth to wrap his tongue.

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