Chapter 60: Song Yilou, Why Do You Want to Die…
Yun Wuxiang mobilized the Tianqing Qi within his body, casting a hand seal that landed on the beast claw.
The colorful rainbow light became agitated, as if encountering a natural predator, and attempted to detach from the beast claw and flee outward. However, its movement speed was too sluggish, like a slow-moving snail; it was struck by the spell before it could escape.
The spell, imbued with Tianqing Qi, acted like a powerful eraser, wiping away all the colorful rainbow light in its path.
After one strike, Yun Wuxiang quickly switched back to his demonic cultivation technique.
This was still the Demon Realm, and the surroundings were filled with demonic energy. After switching to an Immortal Sect technique, Yun Wuxiang felt discomfort all over his body.
Immortal and Demonic Qi repelled each other. Before breaking through to Celestial Immortal and possessing a Spirit-Connecting Inner Mansion capable of generating its own Immortal Qi, neither Immortals nor Demons could stay long in the other’s environment.
For an Immortal cultivator to enter the Demon Realm was like swimming in the deep sea with an oxygen tank. The oxygen was limited to what one carried. Once used up, one would either drown or learn how to breathe like a fish and assimilate—turning from Immortal to Demon.
After the rule-breaking system stole the luck of the Child of Destiny, the Three Immortal Monarchs dominated the Immortal Realm, oppressing the Yao and Ghost Realms, yet they alone never touched the Demon Realm. Part of the reason was this; the other part was that if they came to the Demon Realm, they might not necessarily win against the Demon Lords here.
It was no exaggeration to say that the number of Tribulation Monarchs in the Demon Realm was greater than the other three realms combined. However, these demons were all keen on infighting. Severely fragmented, they fought over the position of Demon King day in and day out for tens of thousands of years. No one submitted to anyone, and they completely ignored voices from the outside world.
This information was a conclusion Yun Wuxiang had drawn after analyzing and summarizing the memories of Zhao Sihai and Liu Zhu.
Leaving aside whether it was true or not, the mutual repulsion of Immortal and Demonic Qi was real. After switching back to demonic arts, Yun Wuxiang clearly felt much more at ease, and his vision returned to normal. The colorful rainbow lights all vanished, but Yun Wuxiang knew those things were still there.
“Black Mist Bird, are you there?”
No voice responded to his query. In the empty birdcage, Yun Wuxiang continued speaking to the air: “Those rainbow fluorescent lights stimulate appetite. The final outcome of starvation is those crazed beasts.”
“You threw me and Song Yilou here together but only restricted my movement. Thus, Song Yilou became a necessity for me. If I eat the fruit he brings back, I owe him a favor. Creating such a predicament—are you trying to play matchmaker for us?”
Yun Wuxiang frowned, revealing an indescribable expression. “Do you want to help the Tower Spirit prove its formation wasn’t wrong that badly? Your relationship is really good.”
【You are talking in your sleep.】
Yun Wuxiang kept a composed face but thought to himself: That bird really is peeking.
【The Tianqing Fruit is not a common item. There are very few left in the Great Prison as well.】
“Very few left. So what? What do you want to see? Song Yilou discovering this point and not coming back, while I, abandoned, gradually lose patience and reason in the wait, bowing my head to you for help?”
Yun Wuxiang chuckled lightly, disdainful and unconcerned, seemingly finding the other party’s behavior extremely laughable. “Song Yilou is merely a clone here. He can give up his life at any time. Even if he dies, he will try every possible way to make me live before he dies.”
As the words left his mouth, Yun Wuxiang paused subtly for a split second, so fast even he didn’t notice.
He was actually predicting Song Yilou’s modus operandi again, and with such certainty?
【The Fallen Rainbow Qi affects the Divine Soul. It is like maggots in the bone, vines strangling a tree. Once entangled, one can never break free. Clone or original body, it makes no difference.】
“So what? Song Yilou never took his own life seriously to begin with. He pesters me just to die by my hand.”
A white light flashed in Yun Wuxiang’s mind, and his thoughts instantly cleared. “You really are helping me cut the marriage line.”
If Song Yilou abandoned him, Yun Wuxiang would strangle the marriage line himself.
If Song Yilou held on until the end and chose death, once the person died, the marriage line would naturally cease to exist.
“My marriage line is gone; what benefit is that to you? Or is it that you have simply been single for too long and find people with marriage destinies an eyesore?”
Things having reached this point, Yun Wuxiang still didn’t understand the Black Mist Bird’s purpose in obsessively cutting his marriage line.
【Narrow-minded thoughts. Love misleads people; love misleads matters. With my nobility, no other can stand by my side.】
Translation: I am noble, cold, and glamorous; no one is worthy of me.
What a narcissistic bird.
Yun Wuxiang said with certainty, “You really are single.”
【Vulgar!】
Yun Wuxiang: “For Your Excellency to go to such great lengths to help me cut my love ties… apart from Daoist Venerable Tianqing’s inheritance, what else on me could trouble a high-level Tribulation Immortal comparable to a Daoist Venerable to work so hard?”
【Comprehend it yourself slowly.】 Since you’re so good at guessing, keep guessing!
Yun Wuxiang really started guessing. “Because of the Tianqing Qi? Tianqing Qi is a necessity here. Such an important role shouldn’t be arranged casually. In Daoist Venerable Jiangzi’s Inheritance Dao Artifact, the savior-like existence actually originates from Daoist Venerable Tianqing. The relationship between the two Daoist Venerables must be extraordinary.”
“And you, as the guardian of Daoist Venerable Jiangzi’s inheritance, detest love ties so much. Plus what you said earlier about Daoist Venerable Jiangzi acting on emotion and harming herself and others…”
Yun Wuxiang reined in his expression, keeping a face that had become increasingly unfathomable after switching to demonic cultivation. He said, “Did Daoist Venerable Jiangzi admire Daoist Venerable Tianqing but couldn’t obtain her?”
The Black Mist Bird seemed shocked by his words. After a while, it said: 【Wrong relationship. Not admiration. Jiangzi was female.】
Yun Wuxiang said calmly, “Song Yilou is male.”
If he and Song Yilou, two men, could have a marriage line, why couldn’t Daoist Venerable Jiangzi and Daoist Venerable Tianqing, two women?
【Superficial! How can the truest feelings in the world be only romantic love? Jiangzi and Tianqing… Why am I telling you this? Your realm is too low. Instead of having wild thoughts, focus your mind on improving your strength.】
【Look out for yourself!】 The Black Mist Bird unilaterally ended the conversation. After this, no matter what Yun Wuxiang said, it made no further response.
After probing with two sentences to no avail, Yun Wuxiang lost interest in talking to the air and continued studying how to dismantle the cage.
Until Song Yilou’s voice sounded from outside the cage again: “Temple Master, I’m back~”
A gap loosened in the chains on the cage. The black scorpion squeezed through the gap, crawled behind Yun Wuxiang, and transformed into human form. He tilted his head in front of Yun Wuxiang, half a head intruding into the field of vision. Yet, Yun Wuxiang acted as if he didn’t see him, staring intently at a formation on the ground.
Song Yilou moved closer, blocking Yun Wuxiang’s view. “Can’t the Temple Master see me? Temple Master?”
Yun Wuxiang’s pupils contracted slightly. The focal point of his vision converged on the face blocking his view. His gaze wandered for a moment over the five small moles under those eyes before raising his hand to push the head aside. “Quiet.”
Song Yilou, whose head was pushed away, remained restless. He lowered his head and observed the formation following Yun Wuxiang’s gaze for a while. His eyeballs rotated along with the formation, losing interest after one round, and he continued to press closer to Yun Wuxiang.
“What is the Temple Master looking at? What’s so good about this spinning circle?”
Yun Wuxiang spoke readily: “This is my structural drill formation. It includes: feasible plans to ensure my safety at close range while increasing the power of explosive talismans; the reason why spatial transfer talismans and formations cannot be used here; spatial element activity is suppressed, and forcibly activating it will cause spatial turbulence, affecting stability, so that spatial base points cannot be successfully constructed…”
Song Yilou closed his mouth, the light in his eyes dimming. It was as if a circle of chirping chicks was dancing on his head.
Don’t understand…
He stared at Yun Wuxiang’s deeply thoughtful face, ground his teeth, leaned close to Yun Wuxiang’s ear, bit his earlobe, and quickly dodged when the attack swept over.
Song Yilou laughed while dodging, two small canine teeth peeking out. Yun Wuxiang glanced at those two teeth; the strange sensation on his earlobe lingered for a long time, becoming even clearer.
Seeing that smile—so happy even while being hit—Yun Wuxiang lost the urge to fight. He felt that if they fought, that guy would laugh even more happily.
Yun Wuxiang sheathed his sword. The beast roars outside the cage were ceaseless. The influence of the Fallen Rainbow Qi flashed through his mind. “You must have already discovered the function of the fruit.”
“Satisfies hunger, clears the heart and calms desires. Actually, I really want to know: if the Temple Master doesn’t eat the fruit, will lust arise?” Song Yilou’s gaze moved downward, the lust in his eyes undisguised, hot and explicit.
“Do you think those beasts outside have lust?”
Yun Wuxiang glanced at him, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over a certain strange protrusion. His eyes narrowed. He raised one hand to summon a Tianqing Fruit from the open bundle on the ground, and with the other hand pressed on Song Yilou’s shoulder, shoving the fruit toward his mouth. “Eat it for me.”
Song Yilou lowered his head and twisted his body to dodge the hand. “I don’t want to be a monk!”
Red chains locked Song Yilou’s entire body. Yun Wuxiang pinched his chin, but his hand grabbed empty air. The person was gone; a black scorpion crawled within the chains.
The chains wrapped around the scorpion tail, bringing it before Yun Wuxiang. He held the Tianqing Fruit, looking at the black scorpion playing dead. “Not eating? Waiting to turn into those ugly things outside?”
“Change back.”
“Before that, the Temple Master would kill me, right? After all, the first thing I’d do after losing my reason should be to eat the Temple Master. That way, you won’t appear in anyone else’s stomach.”
Song Yilou changed back to human form and pounced on Yun Wuxiang. The ghastly ghost pupils emerged again, various desires intertwining within.
“That dead bird is targeting me.” Song Yilou’s expression changed abruptly, becoming very dark.
Yun Wuxiang pulled him off his body, twirling the round Tianqing Fruit in his hand. “Knowing that, you still won’t eat. What are you planning now?”
“Waiting for the Temple Master to kill me.” Song Yilou bent down and hooked up a sesame-sized spider from the ground.
“Originally, I left this puppet because I was worried a thief might come and steal the Temple Master while I was away. But I heard some other things. Since I am connected with the other fragments now, if I die, they will die too. How great—only I can die by the Temple Master’s hand.”
This guy heard the conversation between him and the Black Mist Bird.
Yun Wuxiang thought he had found out the function of the Tianqing Fruit outside, but it turned out he had eavesdropped.
Seeing Song Yilou’s eyes—overly excited, with a hint of going completely mad—he reached out and gripped the other’s neck. As the excitement in Song Yilou’s eyes deepened, his fingers suddenly moved up, pinching the jawbone and pulling down. He abruptly stuffed the Tianqing Fruit inside.
Song Yilou’s eyes widened. Just as he showed signs of spitting the fruit out, Yun Wuxiang pressed it back in. “Eat it clean. This fruit has no pit.”
After struggling to swallow the fruit blocking his mouth, Song Yilou’s heightened desire and thought emotions all went dormant. He looked down at his lower half which had gone limp, his tone devoid of the will to live: “Ah, I’ve become a monk.”
Tianqing Qi had this kind of effect? Truly not bad.
Watching his lazy, listless appearance, Yun Wuxiang suddenly asked, “Song Yilou, why do you want to die?”
Song Yilou was stunned for a moment. His blank eyes weakened the dangerous aura on him significantly, giving him a docile and ignorant look that made him seem easy to abduct. That expression only appeared for an instant; soon, the man put on a盈盈 smiling face again. “Why does the Temple Master ask this?”
“Nothing, just suddenly wanted to know,” Yun Wuxiang said casually.
“I have nothing either. Just haven’t died completely before, want to try.” As Song Yilou spoke, a small flame relit in his eyes—which looked somewhat pure and vacant due to the forced clearing of lust. The eagerness to try within couldn’t be faked.
Yun Wuxiang’s eyesight naturally wouldn’t miss the change in his expression. The blankness was real, the death-seeking curiosity was real, and the willful disregard for life and death was even more real.
Self-centered to the extreme, completely a world of his own.
“Song Yilou, you like me.”
Song Yilou’s eyes curved. “Of course I like the Temple Master. I like the Temple Master… the most.”
Scrutinizing those unexpectedly pure eyes, devoid of impurities—worldly looks, wealth, and all the things that act as added value in a relationship didn’t exist in there.
The Ghost Gu didn’t care about those things. The ‘like’ he spoke of was simply liking, pure to the point of being unadulterated.
Yun Wuxiang stared at him for a moment, then abruptly chuckled softly. “Just ‘like’, that’s all.”
Song Yilou was a person who wanted to die. Every moment he lived was a carnival before death. So he had no scruples; no person or thing could threaten him.
And no one could change his mind.
He would do many annoying things for the sake of his own ‘liking’ because he never thought of getting Yun Wuxiang to like him back. He was just unilaterally, completely self-centeredly, outputting his own liking and indulging his own desires.
Yun Wuxiang’s killing intent toward Song Yilou dropped to rock bottom at this moment.
Death was what Song Yilou anticipated. Why should he satisfy an annoying pest’s wish?
Especially when this pest had caused him quite a lot of trouble.
How could a dead person compensate for his losses? Naturally, he had to be kept alive to exploit his value.
As long as the correct problem-solving approach was found, even a neurotic might not be unusable.
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