Chapter 90 (Extra 13)
In the hot spring pool, a man with jade-like golden skin leaned against the edge, his thick, long lashes closed. Wisps of mist curled around his curly tail submerged in the faint rising steam, enveloping him.
The man’s face was pale, his eyes unusually dark, sitting motionless in the hot spring pool.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind.
The steps were somewhat heavy, suppressing their breath.
Jiuying observed the scene by the hot spring pool, where damp vapors floated, the figure within the mist vaguely visible. His fair and slender back was smooth as jade, silver long hair lazily dr4p3d over his shoulders and neck. A red glass bead earring on his left ear swayed with the rise and fall of his chest.
“Bian Rang, are you feeling better now?” Jiuying didn’t hear any bathing sounds from the hot spring pool, after a moment’s thought he approached and asked gently.
He didn’t dare to come closer, standing a yard away from the hot spring, softly speaking, afraid of startling the person inside.
Bian Rang turned his head at the sound, lifted his eyelashes, and looked at Jiuying.
After meeting Bian Rang’s pitch-black gaze from the north river, Jiuying’s heart skipped a beat, his throat tightening with every breath. He parted his lips and murmured Bian Rang’s name, “Bian Rang.”
Bian Rang suddenly stood up from the water, water droplets cascading along his chest, swirling mist seemed to rush towards them, startling Jiuying who turned away, unable to look at him.
“You… dry yourself quickly, don’t catch a cold,” Jiuying’s voice trembled softly.
Since awakening in Northern Plains, Bian Rang had lost all memories and much of his cultivation.
After Jiuying brought him out of Northern Plains, they settled in Sanxu Mountain.
This was where Jiuying had wanted to settle a hundred thousand years ago, and now he finally had the opportunity to bring Bian Rang here.
The footsteps behind them grew closer, and Jiuying’s heartbeat grew more erratic. Just as he was about to speak, a pair of immaculate arms as pure as snow suddenly wrapped around his chest from behind.
Bian Rang lowered his head, resting it on Jiuying’s back.
His breathing slowed, tension causing his arms to tremble slightly as he reached up to grasp Bian Rang’s hand.
“What’s wrong?”
Bian Rang didn’t speak. The moment he saw this person in Northern Plains, tears fell from his eyes, overwhelmed with intense sorrow.
They seemed to have known each other for a very long time, but Bian Rang had no memory of him.
Seeing Bian Rang silent, Jiuying turned around, fearing he might catch cold, and picked up the clothes nearby to help Bian Rang put them on.
Bian Rang remained silent throughout, his eyes fixed on him, causing Jiuying’s face to flush slightly.
As he held Bian Rang’s hand, it felt abnormally cold, perhaps a remnant of his revival in Northern Plains. When they rested at night, Jiuying would use his legs to warm Bian Rang’s feet and keep his hand against his chest.
“Are you still cold?”
Bian Rang shook his head.
Jiuying reached out to touch Bian Rang’s head, but his arm suddenly froze. After a moment of hesitation, he summoned his courage and gently traced his fingertips down Bian Rang’s face.
Even though Bian Rang was no longer the tyrant of a hundred thousand years ago, a faint apprehension still lingered in Jiuying’s heart. He tentatively touched Bian Rang’s cheek, finding no resistance, which emboldened him to continue caressing this face deeply etched in his mind.
Closing his eyes, he felt the contours of Bian Rang’s face with his fingers: the not-too-thin eyebrows, the straight bridge of his nose, the delicate tip, and the thin lips.
When his fingertips touched the corner of Bian Rang’s mouth, Bian Rang suddenly opened his mouth, gently taking his finger into his mouth. Startled, Jiuying opened his eyes.
The dim light of the candle cast a romantic haze over the two figures, creating an intimate atmosphere.
Jiuying’s voice was hoarse, “Bian Rang.”
Bian Rang still held his index finger in his mouth, his lips slightly parted, asking in a clear voice, “Have we met before?”
“Mm.”
“How did we meet?”
Jiuying hesitated, speechless for a moment, the surroundings suddenly quiet as a pin drop.
Seeing Jiuying’s silence, Bian Rang lowered his head, gently biting down on Jiuying’s finger. A muffled groan escaped Jiuying’s chest as he tried to pull his finger away, but the warm sensation of Bian Rang’s lips made him reluctant to let go.
In the next moment, Bian Rang suddenly bit down hard, breaking his finger. He instinctively tried to pull his finger out, but fearing he might hurt Bian Rang’s teeth, he endured the pain, letting Bian Rang’s teeth sink into his flesh until they reached the bone.
Jiuying gritted his lips in pain, his gaze fixed on Bianrang.
After Bianrang finished biting, he released his mouth, a trace of blood staining his lips, an inexplicable allure that complemented the crimson jade pendant hanging from his left ear.
“I feel pain when I see you,” Bianrang slowly reached out to his chest, pulling open his white inner robe.
Jiuying lowered his head and only when he drew near did he notice the sword scar on Bianrang’s chest.
It was the scar he had inflicted with his own hands.
Color drained from Jiuying’s face inch by inch as he looked at the ferocious scar, his arm trembling as he hesitated to touch it, his fingers freezing in mid-air.
The scar left by the will of the heavens, eternal and indelible.
In this lifetime, it had reappeared alongside Bianrang.
“Does it hurt?” Jiuying’s lips trembled slightly as his voice seemed to come from his chest.
After so many years, this was all he could say.
After saying it, Jiuying felt like slapping himself.
How could it not hurt?
At that time, Bianrang had conceived a child in his spiritual platform, pierced by Jiuying’s sword. It should have hurt, deeply.
Bianrang looked at Jiuying’s suspended hand, his eyelids drooping. “I feel nothing.” Seeing that scar, he inexplicably felt it connected to the person before him.
Jiuying’s hand finally gently landed on the scar, as if burned, his fingers trembling slightly. The scar under his fingertip was clear and deep. He choked up, “I’m sorry.”
This apology was too late.
“Why?” Bianrang asked emotionlessly.
Jiuying didn’t want Bianrang to recall past pain. He simply said, “The scar on your heart was caused by me, Bianrang. I was wrong.”
Bianrang remained silent, silently watching Jiuying.
Seeing this person made him uneasy, besides unease, there was also deep nostalgia. In the last life, he must have loved and suffered deeply for this person.
He straightened his clothes, turned away from Jiuying. Jiuying looked at the back of his neck, his lips moved as if wanting to say something, but he just reached out and hugged his waist.
“Bianrang, you should blame me, hate me. I will try hard to earn your forgiveness.” Jiuying buried his head in Bianrang’s neck.
Bianrang felt the tears of the other person, falling and soaking the collar behind him. He sighed softly like a mosquito, grasping the hand resting on his waist, murmuring, “I don’t remember anything.”
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When Jiuying told Bianrang they had a child together, Bianrang’s face froze. His gaze gradually lowered to Jiuying’s abdomen.
Though he didn’t speak, his eyes showed immense surprise, as if asking Jiuying, how could a man like you bear a child?!
Jiuying hesitated, explaining, “That… child is actually yours.”
After speaking, Jiuying saw Bianrang standing motionless, as if petrified, his expression of astonishment frozen on his face.
In silence for a moment, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on Jiuying’s belly.
As if questioning himself, how could a man like me bear a child?!
How could I bear a child?!
He had thought they were at most lovers, but he had never imagined there would be a child between them!
He supported his forehead with his hand, eyes slightly drooping, suppressing the shock in his heart, and asked helplessly, “Where is the child now?”
“He is in the Demon Realm, growing up with the Demon Lord.”
“Demon Lord?”
“Yeah.”
As Jiuying took Bianrang to the Demon Realm, he recounted one by one the events of Fan Yu, Jun Li, and Xie Li nurturing Xie Li.
Bianrang remained silent throughout, tightly pressing his thin lips, his mouth almost forming a straight line.
Jiuying could tell this news startled Bianrang a bit. After speaking, he obediently stayed by his side, not moving.
Bian Rang couldn’t help but place his hand on his abdomen, and the Jiuying’s voice quietly sounded behind him, “That child was conceived by you through the Ling Platform.”
Bian Rang then placed his hand over his heart, feeling through the fabric the rugged scar. Suddenly, his heart twisted painfully, and he hunched over, clutching his back.
The Jiuying hurriedly approached and supported him. “What’s wrong?”
He saw sweat bead on Bian Rang’s forehead, his brows tightly furrowed as if in extreme agony, his own heart tightening in response.
Bian Rang shook his head. In that moment just now, many images flashed through his mind—memories from the Middle Wasteland years ago, scenes of him and Jun Li, scenes of him and Jiuying, and finally, the scene where he touched his abdomen in the boundless black night of the Ninth Heaven.
His figure was surrounded by the overwhelming loneliness of the world behind him. He seemed out of place with this world, as if nowhere belonged to him to warm him.
As Jiuying passed through the mountains and forests, he paused and picked a handful of candies, slightly embarrassed as he explained, “The child likes sweets. Every time we meet, he insists I bring candies for him.”
Bian Rang lowered his eyes slightly. “Candies… How old is he now?”
“Now over seventy years old, transformed into a human form resembling an eight or nine-year-old in the mortal realm.”
“Eight or nine years old…” Bian Rang murmured.
If he had successfully conceived the child back then, the child would be over a hundred thousand years old by now.
Jiuying also thought of this point, his face darkening as he lowered his head in silence.
Soon, the two arrived at the Chasing Cloud Peak in the Demon Realm.
Since Demon Sovereign Sir Lan married into the Heavenly Realm, Chasing Cloud Peak had become even colder. There were no servants on the mountain, only Sir Lan’s two disciples, Quze and Xie Li, living there.
Following their aura, they found Xie Li halfway up the mountain.
At this moment, Quze was carrying Xie Li on his back. Xie Li lay on Quze’s back, munching on snacks and muttering something. Quze had a tense expression, showing little emotion except for occasionally responding to Xie Li.
Seeing Bian Rang and Jiuying appear, Quze showed no surprise. He gently set Xie Li down from his back and tactfully left them to reunite as a family.
Xie Li had only eaten half of the fruit in his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he stared blankly at the people before him.
Bian Rang took a step forward, and Xie Li’s gaze focused on Bian Rang’s face, his mouth slightly agape.
Bian Rang’s heart pounded like a drum, his pale face flushed with a touch of red, step by step, slowly approaching Xie Li.
Xie Li smacked his lips, momentarily stunned, then resumed chewing on the remaining fruit in his mouth.
The way this big brother looked at him was so strange.
It was a mixture of surprise and kindness, kindness tinged with maternal affection…
Whether due to blood relations or not, Bian Rang felt an inexplicable fondness the moment he saw Xie Li, wanting to touch him.
He reached out and gently touched Xie Li’s brow.
In an instant, scenes from their previous life flooded his mind.
Jiuying thrusting the long sword into his heart, intense vibrations resonating from his heart. The nascent spirit embryo, still undeveloped, suffered trauma, as if emitting painful cries.
It was about to dissipate.
With all his cultivation, he barely protected the spirit embryo, transforming it into a blood jade and digging it out from his heart, handing it to Jiuying.
But Jiuying said, “What are you pretending to be sentimental for now? I don’t want your broken bead!”
In front of him, Jiuying crushed the spirit embryo.
T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~
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