Chapter 43: Drunk on Tea
Watching Xiao Jianming leave, the smile on Yinzhu’s face gradually fell and disappeared.
The drunkard beside him was still chattering endlessly, “Eldest Senior Brother, you don’t need to mind me… I can walk by myself…”
He couldn’t help laughing out loud. “Walk by yourself? Where do you want to go?”
Wei Yinzui slapped his shoulder, leaned in, and whispered, “Me? I’m going to find a big demon…”
“And after you find him?”
Naturally, execute him on the spot.
Wei Yinzui took a sip of wine, patted the heavy sword at his waist, and said, “I want to make him a dead soul under my sword, to pay tribute to my dead parents.”
Hearing this, Yinzhu fell silent for a moment, then sighed lightly. “Your parents… are you sure they died at the hands of demons?”
” naturally. I saw it with my own eyes,” Wei Yinzui said without thinking.
Yinzhu lowered his head and whispered, “Junior Brother Wei, seeing is not necessarily believing.”
Wei Yinzui sobered up a bit, thinking he wanted to persuade him to be kind. He frowned and said, “Even so, so what! Even if my enemies weren’t them, do demons not deserve to die? Wherever demons go, disasters are endless, and vitality is cut off. If they are allowed to remain in the world, the entire cultivation world will sooner or later turn into a hell on earth!”
Yinzhu was silent. After a long while, he murmured, “…It was God who abandoned them.”
“What did you say?” Wei Yinzui hugged the wine jar, actually unable to understand what Eldest Senior Brother was saying at this moment.
Unexpectedly, Yinzhu laughed. Supporting him, he whispered, “Haven’t you been looking for me? I am right in front of your eyes.”
Wei Yinzui subconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes sharp, but felt something was a bit wrong.
He could sense the existence of the Xuanji Sect’s mental cultivation method from the person in front of him. If it were possession, his expression hadn’t changed.
With just a moment of hesitation, his body became uncontrollable and slowly collapsed.
Yinzhu caught him, brought him back to his cave dwelling, and placed him on the bed.
Wei Yinzui had long since sobered up. The spiritual power in his body strangely became empty, his body couldn’t move, and his divine sense was imprisoned in his flesh. He could only stare at him.
Yinzhu thought he looked somewhat pitiful, so he released the silencing spell on him.
Wei Yinzui felt it, still somewhat in disbelief, and questioned loudly, “How could you be a demon?! If you are a demon, how could you walk the Path of Asking Immortals and become the Chief Disciple of the Xuanji Sect?!”
Yinzhu sat leaning against the bedside. Hearing this, he shook his head lightly, pulled up his sleeve to reveal a pale wrist, and wiped away the camouflage on it. “The Path of Asking Immortals is naturally formidable.”
On that snow-white wrist, terrifying purple-red veins bulged, congested and swollen, throbbing violently under the blood vessels as if something alive was inside.
In addition, large and small lightning scars were distributed across his skin, flesh turned outward with purple electricity flickering within. A milky white spirit medicine was applied to the wounds, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.
This scent was like the legendary supreme life-saving spirit medicine made from the Funeral Immortal Fruit.
Legend had it that this Funeral Immortal Fruit only grew where immortals had fallen. It was born with a trace of immortal qi, like a natural immortal pill, with infinite magical uses. Yet now, it could only suppress the deterioration of the wounds; the power of that lightning was evident.
Yinzhu slowly said, “If it were an ordinary demon, naturally they couldn’t withstand the punishment of immortal lightning on the Path of Asking Immortals, let alone the heart-punishing curse that gnaws like thousands of ants. But you know, I am the Demon Lord’s son.”
He said, “The current Demon Lord was once a Divine Envoy under Divine Lord Cang Xuan tens of thousands of years ago. Because of his meritorious service in going to the mortal world to manage disasters, he received a drop of divine blood bestowed by the Divine Lord…”
Yinzhu smiled bitterly. “This drop of blood happened to continue into my body, masking my demon bloodline. Therefore, from the moment I was born, he planned how to send me into the Xuanji Sect. Obviously, he succeeded.”
Wei Yinzui felt his blood run cold as he listened. “You actually really are a demon…”
Yinzhu was noncommittal. He just brushed his fingertips across his cheek and whispered, “Do you know what he wants me to do?”
Wei Yinzui wished he could turn his head away, but he couldn’t move. He glared furiously, “I don’t want to know!”
Yinzhu, however, did not grant his wish and slowly recounted, “He said that Divine Lord Cang Xuan did not actually fall but entered reincarnation of his own accord. He wants me to enter the immortal sect and incite an unprecedentedly vast catastrophe to force Cang Xuan to appear…”
“Since Divine Lord Cang Xuan succeeded the position of Divine Lord, my clan has always been his believers, willing to house the various evils of the world for God. Yet now, we have ended up in this state. He wants to ask Divine Lord Cang Xuan personally why he was so decisive back then, having the heart to abandon the Demon Race and leave alone?”
Wei Yinzui was shocked listening to this. Suddenly, he felt a depression beside him, his vision darkened, and a few strands of black hair fell on his face—
Yinzhu leaned over and hugged him. His words were full of desolation, faintly trembling: “Just for one sentence, he made me have to live walking on thin ice, carefully hiding myself… Junior Brother, is he truly my father?”
Cold lips pressed against his cheek. Wei Yinzui flinched subconsciously from the cold but couldn’t move away, forced to endure it. He gritted his teeth, “…What do you want to do!”
Yinzhu hugged him tightly and chuckled. “I don’t want to work for him at all.”
As his voice fell, a blood-colored demon restriction mark suddenly appeared on his forehead. Yinzhu let out a groan of pain, his whole body curled up in agony, yet he still refused to let go of the person in his arms.
He snuggled against the side of Wei Yinzui’s neck, murmuring almost inaudibly, “Junior Brother, you once said that from now on you would be my family. But now, I don’t want to be brothers with you anymore.”
Wei Yinzui’s eyes widened in disbelief, but they were covered by a palm. A touch of coldness came from the side of his neck.
He heard Yinzhu’s voice ring in his ear, light as scattering clouds: “Sleep. It will be fine when you wake up.”
“At that time, I will travel the Seven Continents and Four Seas with Junior Brother. From then on, we will be free and unfettered, with no more restraints.”
…
When Su Huan and Xiao Jianming returned to the restaurant, Yue Jiusi had already jumped down from the eaves, sitting behind a table full of dishes looking at him with a mischievous grin.
Su Huan was suspicious. Before he could figure anything out, Nangong Yi looked helpless and apologized to him, “Sorry, Fellow Daoist Su. I have already paid the bill for this meal. Consider it an apology for Jiusi’s mischievous behavior. Please don’t blame him.”
Hearing this, he couldn’t help feeling puzzled. Agreed that I was treating, why the sudden change?
Looking closer, it turned out the dishes on the table were all the most expensive ones in the restaurant!
He calculated in his mind; it would cost about one hundred thousand spirit stones. He really couldn’t afford it!
Su Huan turned his head, held Nangong Yi’s hand with glowing eyes. Rich brother, please carry me!
Xiao Jianming pushed the two apart with a cold face and sneered, “No need to trouble Fellow Daoist Nangong. No matter how expensive the meal is, he can afford it.”
Su Huan looked at him in disbelief. Where would I get that much money!
Xiao Jianming hooked his little finger, implying silently: I have money, even more money than that guy surnamed Nangong.
Nangong Yi was surprised hearing this and smiled. “Then I did something unnecessary. No matter, Fellow Daoist Su can host next time.”
The four sat at the same table to drink. Su Huan drank milk tea alone and was mocked by Yue Jiusi again.
Clearly born with bright eyes and white teeth, yet doing nothing human. Yue Jiusi dipped a chopstick into some wine, waved it in front of Su Huan’s eyes, and grinned wickedly:
“If you beg me, I’ll let you have a taste, how about it? This spirit wine tastes like the white snow of Cang Mountain, biting yet with a sweet aftertaste, carrying a lingering softness. It doesn’t lose at all to my Zhaoyue‘s strongest ‘Snow Cold Burn’!”
“One sip down the belly is not only delicious but also increases spiritual power! Do you really not want a little?”
Su Huan was originally tempted until his mouth watered, but hearing the last sentence, he hurriedly shook his head to refuse. He didn’t want to faint again.
Who knew that milk tea could also be intoxicating? After half a pot, Su Huan started acting drunk.
First, he openly reneged after losing a finger-guessing game with Yue Jiusi. Then, he insisted that Xiao Jianming go dance with a sword under the moon, making a fuss if he didn’t go.
Xiao Jianming had a dark face but went in the end.
The moonlight was cold, the sword gleaming.
Unknown if he was actually watching, Su Huan clapped his hands and giggled non-stop, nearly falling backward off his chair.
Nangong Yi supported Yue Jiusi, who had collapsed drunk on the table, with one hand, and helplessly supported Su Huan’s chair back with the other. “Be careful.”
Su Huan’s eyes were blurry. He curled his finger at him as if sharing some treasure and whispered, “Do you know? When I read the book, the one I liked most was you…”
The sword tip under the moonlight paused, then continued moving smoothly as if nothing had been heard.
Nangong Yi was surprised, his ears quickly dyeing red. He said shyly, “Thank you for your affection, Fellow Daoist Su, but I have no intention of marriage for the time being…”
Su Huan suddenly grabbed his hand and stammered, “The world says… says you hold the sword to save the world, subduing demons everywhere, praising you as a living… living Bodhisattva who ‘has not experienced many hardships, yet pities the suffering of the common people.’ I also like… like a true gentleman like you, but I also know what you want to do most…”
Nangong Yi was stunned, thinking this was a bit exaggerated. They had only met twice; how would Fellow Daoist Su know?
So he asked, “What is it?”
Su Huan smiled foolishly and mysteriously spat out eight words: “Burn incense and play the zither, cook snow and brew tea.”
Nangong Yi shook his head with a smile and asked him, “I don’t even know this myself, so how do you know I want to do these things?”
Outside the window, the sword shadows slowed down. The moonlight was like clear accumulated water, falling into the brightly lit room.
Su Huan hugged the half-empty tea cup, shaking his finger, analyzing for him bit by bit in a slow, dull tone: “When you achieved success in the Sword Dao, you chose the Daoist name ‘Yinfang’ for yourself. Others say you took the name from the sword, but few know your mother had a zither named Sufang… Nor do they know that as the Young Master of the Jianqing Sect, you could only learn the sword. Shouldering the burden of a sect and a clan, you could only slay demons and become the capable Young Master in everyone’s eyes…”
As Su Huan spoke, his eyelids gradually drooped, struggling to say what he absolutely had to say: “Fellow… Fellow Daoist Nangong, actually, indulging once in a while is not impossible… For example, invite me to drink and eat big meals more often, hehe…”
The sword had stopped at some point.
Nangong Yi couldn’t speak for a long time. Looking at the sleeping youth, he was lost in thought for a moment.
Xiao Jianming walked in and glanced at him coldly.
He warned, “Fellow Daoist Nangong should know what the relationship is between him and me.”
Nangong Yi lowered his head in panic. “…Yes, sorry.”
“I can’t control him, but please stay away from him in the future, Fellow Daoist Nangong. He is mine.”
Xiao Jianming picked up the sleeping youth and walked out of the restaurant.
It wasn’t until he brought the person back to their residence that he couldn’t help pinching that hateful face, cursing in a low voice, “Who taught you to flirt everywhere like this? Truly a little rascal.”
Unexpectedly, hearing his voice, the youth flinched all over, then relaxed again, repeatedly saying something in his mouth.
After hearing it clearly, Xiao Jianming froze completely.
He heard the youth muttering sleep talk in a low voice: “We’ve made a contract, so you can’t kill me anymore…”
Instantly, it was like falling into an ice cave.
Translator’s note: I was planning to upload everything (the finale), but I got lazy. LOL. I’ll upload it tomorrow and this novel will end. We only have until chapter 48 and it’s ending. Have a great day!
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