Chapter 38: The Fool Awakens; Hua Wuyou Turns Around…
Hua Wuyou turned around, seemingly sensing something, and his gaze met Su Huan’s.
In just an instant, peacock feathers fluttered in the wind, and the phantom dissipated completely.
Su Huan was stunned for a moment. Nangong Yi, Yue Jiusi, Su Zhao, and Hua Wuyou had all appeared… Could it be that the people in that illusion were all real?
Thinking of this, Su Huan felt a surge of emotion, recalling the Immortal Alliance Conference that had caused heavy casualties among the disciples of the immortal sects.
Perhaps it would repeat in the future…
Suddenly, Su Huan felt a dense, tingling pain on his lips. He couldn’t help glaring at the culprit who was gnawing on him.
The spiritual power in his body had stopped circulating. He tried to push away but failed; instead, his lips and tongue were pried open and intruded upon directly.
Relying on instinct, the fool’s teeth bumped against his tongue several times, giving Su Huan the taste of blood.
More than that, however, was the other’s wet, scorching, suffocating breath. Wrapped in recklessness and joy, it left marks wantonly in his mouth, tangling intimately.
Su Huan was forced to accept everything the other gave. His dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and the memory of those black eyes looking at him by the murmuring stream that day suddenly surged in his mind.
Brilliant as a galaxy, bright and sincere.
Su Huan suddenly bit down hard.
The fool finally withdrew in pain. Pushed away abruptly, he looked at Su Huan through teary eyes, his pitch-black pupils filled with confusion, grievance, and sadness.
Su Huan turned his head away and whispered a sentence so quiet it was almost inaudible: “The one you love is Ji Buhuan, but I…” am not him.
It was unknown if Xiao Jianming heard it, but even if he did, he wouldn’t understand. He only stared tearfully at Su Huan’s red, moist lips and called out coquettishly, “Buhuan gege…”
Su Huan didn’t look at him, but his hand involuntarily touched his chest. He began to panic again.
Receiving no response, Xiao Jianming reached out and tugged at his sleeve, staring at him unblinkingly with pitch-black eyes, and started calling again, “Buhuan gege…”
Su Huan suddenly turned back to glare, then deflated.
Why did this fool evoke such heartache?
Suddenly, the surrounding vegetation began to wither and turn yellow.
Su Huan noticed it from the corner of his eye and his heart tightened. A familiar voice with a slightly strange intonation suddenly came from behind—
“So fragrant.”
He turned around in astonishment. Standing under a tree was a demon.
His appearance was beautiful, and a flaming long whip was fastened at his waist.
Yin Rong!
Xiao Jianming seemed to smell danger. With tears still hanging on his eyelashes, he was the first to turn fierce toward the demon.
Yin Rong twitched his nose lightly like a puppy, as if he had found the source of the good smell. Inadvertently meeting Su Huan’s gaze, his eyes lit up immediately, as if he had seen some novel and beautiful object.
“I didn’t expect to wait and find such a harvest while healing here.”
Then he spat out words identical to those in the illusion: “Although all disciples of the immortal sects deserve to die, the scent on you is very clean and fragrant. It smells so good that I can’t bear to kill you.”
“As for this person beside you,” Yin Rong looked at Xiao Jianming with hatred. He would exact revenge today for the sword strike against Da Bai that day.
He sneered, “If you kill him, I can consider letting you go.”
Yin Rong was actually lying. The scent on this person simply mesmerized demons, so he naturally intended to capture him.
Since he was so good-looking and his pleasant scent could alleviate his headaches… he might as well make him his pet concubine.
That way, he could keep him by his side every day and never have to endure pain again.
Yin Rong’s eyes were bright, and the tip of his tongue licked the roof of his mouth.
Su Huan looked at him warily.
“What? You can’t bear to kill him?” Yin Rong tapped his palm lightly with the flaming long whip, smiling. “The spiritual breath on you is so weak it’s not even comparable to the Foundation Establishment stage. You can’t beat me.”
He had seen the two of them kissing just now.
But so what?
There was nothing he wanted that he couldn’t get.
Moreover, the feelings between a beauty and this damnable human cultivator might not be that deep.
Su Huan summoned the Haoxue sword and shielded Xiao Jianming behind him, a drop of cold sweat involuntarily falling from his forehead.
Seeing his action, the smile on Yin Rong’s lips froze slightly. “You insist on protecting him?”
Su Huan remained silent, pointing his sword forward.
Xiao Jianming also bared his teeth fiercely at him from behind.
Yin Rong’s face suddenly turned gloomy, and he lashed out with his long whip.
Su Huan dodged sideways, his long sword tilting out, pointing straight at the demon’s brow.
Yin Rong was startled and retreated hurriedly.
This sword strike—one could say it was unintentional, yet it didn’t seem so. It pointed straight at his vital point. But a cultivator’s vital point was known only to the cultivator themselves. The more Yin Rong thought about it, the more astonished he became. “How do you know my death point…”
With this hesitation, he saw Su Huan grab that damnable human cultivator and decisively ignite a spirit talisman.
It was a Thousand-Li Teleportation Talisman!
Yin Rong gritted his teeth but could only watch helplessly as the figures disappeared before his eyes.
…
In the dense forest, a white light emerged in the void, revealing two figures.
One of them was unsteady upon landing; his body swayed, about to fall.
Xiao Jianming was frightened and hugged Su Huan, screaming, “Buhuan gege!”
Su Huan’s face was pale, cold sweat pouring from his body, and waves of tearing pain rose from his dantian.
He struggled to get up, instructing Xiao Jianming, “The Thousand-Li Teleportation Talisman can’t transport us very far. He will catch up soon. Go quickly, go back and notify everyone…”
Xiao Jianming couldn’t understand. He only knew to wipe the cold sweat from Su Huan’s forehead, crying in distress, “Buhuan gege…”
Enduring the pain, Su Huan looked at Xiao Jianming’s eerie yet child-like black eyes and smiled helplessly.
Forget it, why was he saying this to a fool?
He couldn’t help whispering, “If only you were awake right now…”
Before he could finish, his voice trailed off.
Glimpsing the emerald green communication token at his waist, he hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power to input into it, contacting Feng Jiangyue.
Feng Jiangyue’s worried voice came from within the token: “Fourth Junior Brother, what happened? Is that guy named Xiao bullying you?”
Su Huan said urgently, “Third Senior Sister, quickly tell the Sect Master and Martial Uncles that the Demon Lord’s son, Yin Rong, has appeared in Hua Yao Zhou… ugh…”
More intense pain came from his dantian, making Su Huan so pained he could hardly speak.
The spiritual power input into the communication token was intermittent, flickering on and off, and Feng Jiangyue’s voice became stuttered: “What?! You… Demon Race? You are at… I’m coming to find…”
Su Huan understood. He struggled to maintain the input of spiritual power and said through gritted teeth, “Senior Sister, we don’t know where we are. We only know that for ten thousand li around, it is all barren mountains…”
Feng Jiangyue was astonished: “Ten thousand li of barren mountains? That is the north of Hua Yao… How did you… get there?”
Seeing she knew the location, Su Huan cut off the communication token, unable to hold back a low groan.
Seeing him trembling with pain, Xiao Jianming was so anxious he was about to cry. Su Huan, in his pain, couldn’t help but butt his head against him. “It’s all your fault…”
But he couldn’t exert much strength.
After recovering for a moment, Su Huan held onto his arm to stand up. “Let’s go.”
The Haoxue sword flew up again. Su Huan still sat in front, while Xiao Jianming channeled spiritual power into the sword.
However, unknown to them, Yin Rong had done something to them. In less than a quarter of an hour, he caught up riding a tiger.
“As long as Da Bai remembers a scent, it can find it no matter how far away.”
Yin Rong looked at the two close at hand, lifted his chin in a contemptuous smile, flew straight up, and lashed out with a long whip!
Su Huan was horrified. He hurriedly pulled Xiao Jianming and jumped off the sword. The two rolled through the grass, looking utterly wretched.
Su Huan imitated his self from the illusion, using the Garan Secret Art. Holding the Haoxue sword, he braced himself and attacked.
Before he could get close, he was swept away by the whip, and the celestial sword flew out of his hand.
Su Huan was stunned.
He regretted his previous laziness.
He remembered the moves and formations from the illusion, but he could only unleash less than one-tenth of the power. If he had even half the strength from the illusion right now, he wouldn’t be in such a sorry state.
Another flaming whip lashed out. Su Huan couldn’t react in time. Seeing it about to hit him, someone suddenly blocked the attack for him—
Xiao Jianming half-knelt in front of him, holding him tightly in his arms, his voice trembling with pain: “Buhuan gege… don’t be afraid…”
The Haoxue sword that had fallen in the grass suddenly moved, stabbing straight at Yin Rong!
Unfortunately, the attack was chaotic and was soon knocked down by Yin Rong.
Suffering backlash from controlling the sword with divine sense, Xiao Jianming suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Frowning tightly, he pressed against Su Huan’s neck, mumbling, “Buhuan gege… doesn’t hurt…”
Su Huan’s eyes were dazed. He subconsciously hugged him, only to feel blood all over his back. The breath on his shoulder and neck also became weak. His eyes widened involuntarily.
Yin Rong sneered. He retracted the long whip in his hand, leaned against the tall white tiger, and said arrogantly, “The things I fancy will eventually end up in my hands. The people I want to kill…”
His gaze swept over the bloody Xiao Jianming, his eyes turning cold as he slowly spat out a few words: “…will also all be killed.”
The white tiger beside him let out a low roar as if in agreement, its eyes bursting with hatred, staring fixedly at the human cultivator who had injured it in the past, wishing to go up and eat him.
It and its master were often like this; every time, it ended with it eating the enemy.
Sure enough, not long after, its master called to it: “Da Bai, go drag that human cultivator who hurt you aside and eat him to relieve the hatred in our hearts.”
The white tiger immediately gave a low roar and pounced forward, opening its bloody mouth. However, it got a mouthful of spirit talismans. It only groaned in pain from the explosion, but no flesh or blood was blown off.
Su Huan looked at this demon beast, which seemed to have walls of copper and iron, with astonishment. Gritting his teeth, he threw whatever spirit talismans and artifacts he grabbed from his storage bag, forcefully smashing the giant tiger until it had to retreat.
Fortunately, the artifacts given by Senior Sister Feng were of good quality, making it difficult for Yin Rong to approach them for a moment.
Yin Rong became somewhat annoyed and sneered, “It’s just a stubborn resistance.”
A majestic pressure suddenly burst from his body, shocking Su Huan into spitting out blood abruptly.
Yin Rong was actually at the Deity Transformation stage!
Xiao Jianming spat out another mouthful of blood, and Su Huan vomited blood repeatedly, his face becoming increasingly pale.
Yin Rong hooked the corner of his mouth and walked over, wanting to separate the two and harvest his trophy. However, he found that the damnable human cultivator was holding his beauty in a death grip. His face instantly turned dark.
Su Huan saw him pick up the Haoxue sword, his pupils constricting suddenly.
Yin Rong wanted to kill Xiao Jianming!
Su Huan struggled violently but was suppressed and couldn’t move. He gritted his teeth and said, “Let him go, I’ll go with you…”
Yin Rong snorted coldly, evidently not agreeing.
Su Huan’s lips trembled, and his eyes reddened uncontrollably. “Xiao Jianming, wake up… wake up quickly!”
Pu-chi—
The snow-white long sword plunged into the body, stabbing into the chest.
The breathing at his neck suddenly cut off.
Su Huan watched blankly, unable to believe the novel’s protagonist would die so easily.
The blood-stained sword tip lifted his chin. Yin Rong’s scrutinizing gaze swept over this pale face; truly, every part of it suited his taste.
He smiled arrogantly and wantonly. “Now, you are mine.”
“…In your dreams.”
Su Huan’s eyes widened. He seemed to hallucinate hearing Xiao Jianming’s voice.
It even sounded… not stupid?
Yin Rong heard it too and was momentarily stunned. “How is this possible…”
He had clearly killed the person!
The Haoxue sword in his hand suddenly shook violently, broke free from his hand, and stabbed back in reverse!
Yin Rong dodged hurriedly but wasn’t fast enough. His neck was cut, and drops of blood splattered onto the ground. The blood-stained soil turned scorched black, emitting demonic energy.
The person who should have been thoroughly dead stood up slowly, looking at the demon before him with sinister eyes. “Looking for death!”
A spirit sword appeared in Xiao Jianming’s hand. His aura surged suddenly, and he sped up to attack him!
Yin Rong was no match. He glanced unwillingly at the beauty being protected behind the man, turned around, mounted the tiger, and fled.
…The wind quieted.
Su Huan stared blankly at the person holding the sword in front of him.
It wasn’t until Xiao Jianming walked up to him and wiped the wet traces from the corner of his eye with his thumb that Su Huan realized he was crying.
Translator’s note: Here are more chapters, have a great day!
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