Chapter 39: After the Little Couple Talked, Residual Demonic Qi Invaded… part 1
Residual demonic qi invaded the surrounding vegetation; trees began to wither, and grass leaves gradually drifted down.
Xiao Jianming hugged him gently. “Buhuan gege, I’m back.”
The body of the person in his arms began to tremble.
Xiao Jianming thought he was starting to feel fear after the fact, so he patted his back to comfort him. “Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.”
But suddenly, he heard the youth call his name in a hoarse voice: “Xiao Jianming.”
Xiao Jianming paused; Su Huan had never called him so seriously before.
Su Huan slowly pushed him away, looked into his eyes, and said word by word, “I am not Ji Buhuan.”
Xiao Jianming couldn’t help but freeze.
After telling this secret, Su Huan let out a long breath, the heavy stone in his heart finally lifted.
Yet, his eyes still reddened uncontrollably. Pursing his lips to stop his voice from trembling, he said, “My name is just Su Huan. I… I am not from this world, but I didn’t seize this body! I don’t know where he went either… I, I woke up in this body.”
Tears threatened to burst forth. He turned his head and said, “Don’t mistake me for him anymore.”
And don’t… don’t act as if you love him so much anymore. Every time he saw those eyes full of love, his heart felt so heavy, as if he were drowning in water.
Like now, the heart beneath his ribcage began to panic again.
Xiao Jianming came back to his senses, somewhat confused, his tone filled with doubt. “Have you always thought this way? But… if you are not him, why is your divine soul so fragile?”
“If a divine soul is split, the only outcome is the dissipation of the soul; survival is impossible. The fact that he could live well relied entirely on Madam Ji protecting him with her life. If he isn’t him, why would the divine soul present such a state?”
“Moreover, those memories found through soul-searching absolutely cannot be illusions.”
Xiao Jianming mentioned it cautiously, and seeing Su Huan wasn’t angry, he continued, “If you weren’t him, the memories found wouldn’t be ‘Ji Buhuan’s’ memories.”
Su Huan opened his mouth, surprisingly unable to refute.
“Right.” Xiao Jianming thought of something. He took out a piece of lotus petal-shaped water jade from his bosom and handed it to him.
Su Huan took it in a daze. It was the jade pendant from memory.
The water jade was translucent, carved into the shape of a lotus petal, yet also like a small boat. Inside, the characters “Buhuan” were carved. It was pink, crystalline, and abundant in spiritual energy.
Strangely, he actually felt unusually familiar with every line and pattern of this jade pendant.
…Could it be that he was Ji Buhuan’s reincarnation?
But if he really was Ji Buhuan, what about those memories of modern life and transmigrating into the book?
Furthermore, an incomplete soul couldn’t successfully reincarnate. Was he really Ji Buhuan?
Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Xiao Jianming chuckled lightly. “You are my Buhuan gege; I absolutely won’t mistake you.”
Su Huan met those starry black eyes again and couldn’t help lowering his head, clutching the water jade in his hand tightly.
Xiao Jianming chuckled again.
He said, “If you don’t want me to call you that, how about I call you Huan-er?”
Su Huan opened his mouth to refuse, but heard Xiao Jianming say, “You aren’t allowed to refuse. Why can others call you that, but I can’t?”
He acted pitifully toward Su Huan, muttering in a low voice, “We are already Dao Companions.”
Su Huan remembered the Dao Companion Contract deep in his divine soul, took a deep breath, and made up his mind to ask, “Then… then if we are Dao Companions, will you still kill me?”
Sensing the worry transmitted from the other end of the spiritual contract, Xiao Jianming hurriedly guaranteed, “Of course not!”
Su Huan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Xiao Jianming’s tone softened, almost as gentle as water. “Before, I was in the wrong. I shouldn’t have been so fierce to you. Forgive me, okay…”
After repeated guarantees, Su Huan finally relaxed.
After a long while, he agreed.
The corners of Xiao Jianming’s mouth lifted, unable to be suppressed no matter what.
Like it cost nothing.
Su Huan took a bottle of healing medicine from his storage bag to treat the wound on Xiao Jianming’s back.
The blood scab was stuck to the clothes. When tearing off the fabric, Su Huan looked at the flesh turning outward and frowned as if he felt the pain himself.
Xiao Jianming, however, seemed unable to feel pain. He turned his head to stare at him infatuatedly, never getting enough.
Feeling the burning gaze, Su Huan felt somewhat shy. “What are you looking at me for?”
Xiao Jianming’s eyes shifted slightly, and he actually put on the pitiful look that only appeared when he was in his silly state. “If Huan-er doesn’t like it, then I won’t look.”
Su Huan turned his head away and pursed his lips. “…Suit yourself.”
Xiao Jianming secretly rejoiced in his heart; Huan-er indeed liked him this way!
“Don’t move, be careful not to loosen the bandages.”
Xiao Jianming’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he responded, gazing at Su Huan. “Huan-er.”
Su Huan cast a questioning look.
Only to hear Xiao Jianming whisper, “It feels like a dream.”
He paused in disbelief, unable to suppress the question: “Do you really accept being Dao Companions with me?”
Su Huan lowered his eyes and sighed lightly.
Xiao Jianming became anxious immediately, but then heard Su Huan mutter, “If I don’t accept, can we dissolve the contract?”
Xiao Jianming felt a bitterness in his heart, thinking he was unwilling, and looked dejected. If Buhuan gege wanted freedom, he…
Su Huan didn’t know his thoughts; redness dyed the tips of his ears. “Someone told me that a spiritual contract requires mutual connection of hearts to be established… but I don’t know when I fell for you.”
“Since the spiritual contract is established, I will try to accept it, try to… like you.”
Xiao Jianming was stunned. He turned back to look at him, joy bursting in his eyes. “Really?!”
“That’s wonderful!”
Su Huan gave a hum, somewhat unaccustomed to such an intimate hug, and couldn’t help saying, “Alright, we still have to save the old Valley Master and Fellow Daoist Wen. Let go quickly.”
Xiao Jianming didn’t want to let go at all, dawdling. Just thinking that his long-cherished wish was finally fulfilled made sweetness bubble up in his heart, sugary sweet.
He even pushed his luck, refusing to let go unless Su Huan exchanged conditions.
Only then did a certain Mr. Su realize that the Black Lotus asking him this question repeatedly was actually to take advantage of him!
Thus, depressed, he was pressed down and kissed for a while.
He couldn’t help sighing helplessly. From villain to Dao Companion, he really couldn’t escape.
It was still Xiao Jianming steering the sword, with Su Huan sitting in front.
After blowing in the wind for a while, Su Huan’s mind cleared a bit, and he remembered a question. “By the way, the Haoxue sword is my life-bound sword. Why can you summon and use it?”
“This,” Xiao Jianming’s fingertips brushed past the hair blowing in front of him, smiling, “Because my mother and I were the swordsmiths of this sword.”
Su Huan was shocked. “You mean you could forge celestial swords when you were a child?!”
Xiao Jianming nodded, unable to hide the pride in his eyes.
Su Huan was in a trance, an inconceivable thought popping up: As expected of the novel’s protagonist.
Xiao Jianming coughed lightly. “This was originally a sword prepared for the Spirit Imprinter, only…”
Su Huan waited for a while, but seeing he didn’t continue, asked curiously, “Only what?”
Xiao Jianming chuckled, leaning down to whisper, “Only I disdain finding that so-called natural Non-Delusional One. If I must choose…”
He quietly leaned close to Su Huan’s ear and said, “Then I only choose Huan-er to be my faith, my sole faith.”
He successfully made the tips of Su Huan’s ears turn red.
For a moment, bright laughter rang out in mid-air, not ceasing for quite a while.
It was unknown how Xiao Jianming did it, but while Su Huan couldn’t find the way, Xiao Jianming could accurately identify the direction without looking at a map.
When asked, Xiao Jianming sighed, patted his head, and said solemnly, “Huan-er, I will definitely return the Golden Core to you.”
Then he spoke no more.
Following the direction Hua Wuyou left, they flew for a day. By the time night fell, they still hadn’t found anyone.
Xiao Jianming mused, “Perhaps they have already left this place and can’t be found.”
Seeing Su Huan still frowning, he comforted, “Don’t worry. Since Hua Wuyou took them away, the old man and his disciple certainly won’t be in mortal danger.”
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