Chapter 36: A Fool Begging for Candy – Even a Fool Has Lust
No way, just because he decided I’m Ji Buhuan, the Black Lotus actually “pledged himself” to me?
And it’s the highest-level Dao Companion contract. Doesn’t that mean the two of us are bound together for life?
In that case, will the Black Lotus… still kill me?
Thinking of this, Su Huan couldn’t help but pause.
In the next second, he remembered the Black Lotus’s ruthless nature. All the preferential treatment he received now stemmed solely from the identity of “Ji Buhuan.”
Once he knew the truth, even with the Spirit Contract, he would probably still give him a stab.
He smiled bitterly. Actually, that stab back then really hurt.
I’d better stay away from the Black Lotus as soon as possible.
…
After finally coaxing the person calm, Su Huan finally let out a breath.
Remembering that he now knew medicine, he took the Black Lotus’s pulse to diagnose him, wanting to cure him quickly so he could form a perfect Golden Core sooner and cut ties with the Black Lotus.
But he found that the other party had no injuries or illness.
Just as he was puzzled, the encyclopedia Xiao Jianming transmitted to his consciousness automatically popped up the corresponding illness—
[Delusion Nightmare Syndrome (Wangyan), most commonly suffered by the Lingxi Clan. Can be broken by finding the Spirit Imprinter.]
Su Huan was speechless. He only knew one Lingxi survivor, the Black Lotus. Where was he supposed to find a Spirit Imprinter?
What he expected even less was that after this stimulation, when he wanted to leave the cave, Xiao Jianming refused to let him go out, dead or alive.
As soon as Su Huan left the narrow high platform, he would be hugged back by the waist, followed by meeting a pair of teary, pitch-black eyes.
Worse, he couldn’t be coaxed anymore.
Su Huan sighed lightly. “Really won’t let me go out? But if Shidi gets hungry, you won’t be able to eat the fish I roast myself…”
The figure blocking the passage connecting the high platform to the cave, back turned to him, moved quietly, but his body didn’t yield an inch.
Continuing to sigh: “Shidi isn’t hungry, but my stomach is hungry. I really want to eat roasted fish.”
Glancing from the corner of his eye, he noticed the figure blocking the passage tremble violently, then vanish in the blink of an eye.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and walked through the long passage toward the cave entrance.
Just as he saw the light at the entrance, he was blocked and bounced back by invisible air.
Ripples of a barrier appeared in the empty air.
Su Huan: “…”
After a long time, Xiao Jianming came back holding a big fish.
Unknown how it happened, there was a blood mark on his face, and his neat clothes and hair had become somewhat messy. He foolishly handed the already roasted fish to him.
Su Huan was stunned. Before he could ask, he heard two strange voices from outside the cave—
“Hehe, sure enough, it wasn’t a wasted trip. That fool wears such good clothes but has no treasures on him; he must have left them all in this cave…”
“Careful, there’s another person in the cave.”
“What to fear? The aura is so weak, definitely trash too.”
“Hey! If you know what’s good for you, hurry up and roll out here to pay tribute to your granddaddies! Save yourselves some physical suffering!”
Su Huan pursed his lips and looked at the Black Lotus, sighing in his heart.
Truly a complete fool. Didn’t even know he was bullied when he went out.
“Eat…”
Xiao Jianming stuffed the fish near his mouth again. Su Huan barely dodged it, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the Black Lotus droop entirely, radiating an aura of grievance from head to toe.
In two days, Su Huan had sighed more than in his previous twenty years combined.
He leaned in sideways, whispering detailed instructions into the fool’s ear.
After speaking, Su Huan asked him, “Understood?”
The fool looked at him, blinking his black pupils, unknown if he understood or not.
The people outside were still shouting. Su Huan rubbed his forehead and led the fool out by the hand.
He didn’t notice that this time, Xiao Jianming showed no sign of stopping him, but quietly allowed himself to be led out of the cave.
Having stayed in darkness for a long time, Su Huan’s eyes were stimulated by the sudden daylight, tearing up slightly.
When his vision cleared, he saw two cultivators from unknown sects standing outside the cave. One had a monkey-like face with a pointed mouth and a hairy mole on his nose tip; the other had a face full of freckles and eyes gleaming with calculation.
The sharp-mouthed cultivator snorted in dissatisfaction: “Finally came out.”
The freckle-faced cultivator looked him up and down, saying, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Trash paired with a fool. Quite a match.”
Su Huan blocked the Black Lotus behind him, pretending to tremble with fear, his voice shaking: “What do you want to do?”
In reality, the hand behind his back quietly summoned one of the magical artifacts Senior Sister Feng had stuffed on him.
“Rest assured. We don’t have a habit of murder for profit, it’s just that money has been tight recently… But don’t worry, as long as you hand over all the valuable things on you, us brothers guarantee to guide you two safely out of this mountain.”
Zeping Mountain.
Su Huan chewed on these three words in his heart, thinking, So we’ve reached the eastern border of Huayao Continent.
The Black Lotus actually brought him this far.
He felt speechless. On the surface, however, he trembled and asked timidly, “Really?”
“Of course!”
“By the looks of you, you’re trapped in the mountain and can’t get out, right?”
“Just bring out the stuff, and we’ll take you two down the mountain.”
Su Huan sneered secretly in his heart. However, before he could act, the Black Lotus walked out from behind him.
Su Huan hurriedly pulled him back, gritting his teeth and whispering, “Come back, didn’t I say to stay nicely behind me?”
Pitch-black pupils glanced at him, revealing a bit of grievance, and reached out to hug him.
Su Huan froze.
Xiao Jianming’s body was actually trembling faintly.
“Buhuan gege…” He called him again.
Su Huan responded. Xiao Jianming hugged him, looking fiercely at the two people in front, his hands protecting Su Huan tightly.
The two laughed mockingly. Before they could voice their ridicule, they were shocked to find the aura on this fool had changed at some point!
Suddenly, Su Huan felt Xiao Jianming trembling. Hearing the hum of a sword, a line of blood appeared on the necks of the two who were arrogantly robbing them just moments ago, and they slowly fell to the ground.
Xiao Jianming covered his eyes, muttering, “Buhuan gege… don’t be afraid…”
Su Huan opened his eyes in a daze. He saw clearly the sword Xiao Jianming had summoned.
The body was pure white, the hilt inlaid with three spirit pearls ordered by size—
It was his Haoxue Sword.
But this was his natal sword; why could the Black Lotus command it?
To figure out what was going on, Su Huan tried to get Xiao Jianming to activate the Haoxue Sword again.
However, apart from foolishly calling him “Buhuan gege,” no matter what he did, Xiao Jianming didn’t do anything else.
He had to give up in depression.
After much persuasion, Su Huan finally coaxed Xiao Jianming to embark on the journey back to the Xuanji Sect with him.
It was just that they had to hold hands on the road; if they didn’t, he wouldn’t walk. Su Huan had to drag this half-grown giant son along, traveling arduously.
So much so that when they checked into an inn, the gazes around them were exceptionally strange.
After chatting with the shop waiter for a while, Su Huan learned that since a few years ago, a strange maze formation had appeared on Zeping Mountain. Whether cultivators or ordinary people, once they entered, they couldn’t get out. Therefore, few dared to enter; only desperate criminals with nowhere else to go would flee there.
But strangely, they walked all the way down the mountain without encountering any maze.
After listening, Su Huan couldn’t help glancing at the Black Lotus.
In the novel, it started with the Black Lotus joining the Xuanji Sect and being secretly suppressed by the cannon fodder villain—that is, “him.” It didn’t mention the Black Lotus’s past experiences. Presumably, he had some history with this Zeping Mountain.
He didn’t think much more about it and threw it to the back of his mind.
He never expected to run into Ji Buhuan here.
“Shopkeeper, one superior room.”
Hearing the familiar voice, Su Huan subconsciously turned to look. Seeing just a tuft of white hair, he spun around rapidly, panic-stricken, dragging Xiao Jianming upstairs and locking the room door.
Xiao Jianming followed him, looking over with black pupils as if wondering what he was doing.
Ensuring he hadn’t been seen by the other party, Su Huan breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close. Almost ran into the original.
Su Huan always remembered the “imposter” vs. “original” relationship between him and Ji Buhuan. He also didn’t know how much this Ji Buhuan, who currently only had half a soul, remembered of the past, or if he would expose his identity.
“Buhuan gege…”
Xiao Jianming seemed to sense his nervousness through the Dao Companion contract and foolishly leaned over to hug him.
Su Huan peeled him off. Hugged.
Peeled off again. Hugged again.
…Gave up struggling.
After waiting a while, Su Huan estimated that Ji Buhuan had already entered his room. While opening the door to check, he thought he should change inns while Ji Buhuan wasn’t paying attention.
However, as luck would have it, just as he opened the door, Ji Buhuan happened to pass by.
Su Huan: “!”
It’s over!
Ji Buhuan was also slightly stunned upon seeing him, then nodded slightly and said, “Chao ge.”
Su Huan’s completely frozen body warmed up slightly.
The other party seemed not to remember the events of that year.
He breathed a secret sigh of relief.
Close call.
If he were taken for an evil cultivator possessing a body, he would be beaten until his soul scattered.
Su Huan also nodded, following the memory in his mind: “Young Master Ji.”
A trace of disappointment flashed through Ji Buhuan’s eyes. Ever since his mother passed away, Chao ge had become distant with him.
Su Huan paused, unable to resist asking, “Isn’t Young Master Ji in the City of Bliss? How come you appear here?”
Ji Buhuan looked puzzled: “How does Chao ge know I went to the City of Bliss?”
Then, thinking that news passed quickly among cultivators and he hadn’t hidden his identity on this trip, he didn’t think much of it and answered, “This is the only way back to Liujin Continent from Central Continent. Father called me back.”
Su Huan raised an eyebrow, noticing only now that Ji Buhuan was alone. Presumably, he had secretly escaped again.
But listening to his tone, his relationship with Ji Heng seemed quite good now.
Su Huan couldn’t quite understand.
At this moment, Ji Buhuan’s gaze landed behind him, a hint of teasing appearing in his eyes: “Won’t Chao ge introduce him?”
“?”
Looking back and seeing a certain person’s figure, Su Huan remembered what kind of state he and the Black Lotus were in right now.
His entire face flushed red. “It’s not what you think! This… this is… my junior brother. He’s had some brain problems recently, that’s why he relies on me like this.”
Just then, Xiao Jianming blinked his black pupils, looking at Ji Buhuan and tilting his head, as if wondering: Why are there two Buhuan geges?
He looked at Su Huan again, hugged him tighter, and revealed an innocent, foolish smile: “Buhuan gege!”
Su Huan’s heart stopped. He hurriedly pried the hands off his waist and covered the other’s mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he observed Ji Buhuan’s reaction, ready to run at any moment.
Ji Buhuan did show a trace of surprise. He opened his mouth, but said, “Chao ge need not be like this. Even if he… has some congenital deficiencies, there is nothing shameful about it.”
Su Huan only wanted to flee the scene now, so he gave an awkward smile and accepted this misunderstanding.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Fortunately, Ji Buhuan wasn’t a talkative person. Seeing Su Huan had nothing more to say, he nodded slightly and walked toward his own room.
Su Huan breathed a sigh of relief. He dragged Xiao Jianming to go downstairs and check out, but suddenly heard Ji Buhuan call him from behind again:
“By the way, Chao ge.”
Ji Buhuan hesitated for a moment, but still asked, “Are you and Brother Ning Zhou… still good?”
Su Huan smiled awkwardly. “Pretty good.”
Ji Buhuan understood and didn’t ask more, turning to leave.
Su Huan hurriedly took Xiao Jianming and fled the place with lightning speed, even giving up on asking the innkeeper for a refund.
What a joke. Next to this place is Liujin Continent, the location of the Ji Family’s lair!
If discovered by Ji Heng, both he and the Black Lotus would be finished!
Terrified of being caught if he delayed even a second, Su Huan took out a spirit boat—one of the escape artifacts Senior Sister Feng gave him—loaded it with spirit stones he had been reluctant to waste, and sped toward the Xuanji Sect at maximum speed. He only dared to slow down after consuming a whole ten thousand spirit stones.
Unknown where they arrived, it was another desolate mountain ridge.
His divine sense couldn’t find any towns, so Su Huan had to squeeze into the small boat with Xiao Jianming to make do for the night.
Cultivators didn’t need sleep, but he did.
The night was cold. Su Huan glanced at a certain person next to him who was like a furnace. A bright idea flashed, and he frankly hugged the Fool Version Black Lotus, sleeping warmly.
Although he was somewhat afraid of the Black Lotus, what did that have to do with the Fool Version?
Little did he know, even a fool has lust, especially for the object of their obsession.
Sleeping in a hazy consciousness, Su Huan felt something pressing against his waist.
Xiao Jianming was gently biting his ear, humming softly.
Humming while calling: “Buhuan gege… uncomfortable…”
Su Huan: “!”
He instantly regretted it deeply.
Didn’t expect that even though he’s foolish, he still has physiological reactions!
Xiao Jianming started rubbing against him while hugging.
Su Huan hurriedly stopped him: “Wait, don’t move!”
Xiao Jianming looked at him with watery eyes, whining, “Buhuan gege…”
Truly pitiful.
Su Huan only felt awkward and uncomfortable all over, saying with difficulty, “I’ll go out first, you solve it yourself…”
Unexpectedly, Xiao Jianming grabbed him and refused to let go, even pulling his hand downwards.
Su Huan was anxious and reluctant.
Xiao Jianming looked at him pitifully: “Uncomfortable…”
“No, what does this have to do with me…” Okay, it seems to have a little to do with me.
If he hadn’t used the Black Lotus as a heater, perhaps this awkward scene wouldn’t have happened.
You reap what you sow.
Su Huan had no choice. His eyes flickered, and he stopped resisting.
It wasn’t until his wrist was sore and his palms were rubbed red that the ordeal ended.
Su Huan wiped his hands clean, couldn’t help yawning, and fell asleep immediately from exhaustion.
Because of this, he didn’t notice the pitch-black eyes that had been watching him, in which the ink color seemed to fade a little.
Xiao Jianming leaned over to hug him, his tone somewhat happy: “Buhuan gege!”
Su Huan responded groggily, turned his head, and slept.
When he woke up again, nothing abnormal had happened.
Su Huan couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.
He didn’t want to wake up and find himself in a strange place again.
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