Day: September 28, 2024

Chapter 72 – Immortal's son falls into demonic habits

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

       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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