Chapter 12: I’ll Quit Whatever Sister Doesn’t Like
Ning Ke was only tough on the surface. After acting out this scene, his physical strength could no longer hold up.
The blood from the sword wound on his chest flowed as if it cost nothing. Coupled with the heavy damage from Lou Yunxiao’s repeated outbursts of anger, after finishing his words, he closed his eyes and fainted.
When his relaxing fingers finally slid past the hanging moon-white ribbon, the formation patterns covering it lit up with a faint, almost invisible light.
Then slowly disappeared.
It was not noticed by the enraged Lou Yunxiao…
When he woke up again, Ning Ke found that he had been moved to a different place.
Behind him was no longer the uncomfortable stone wall, but a carved wooden bed with soft bedding. The wounds on his body had also been bandaged and were no longer bleeding.
But the pain hadn’t decreased at all; in fact, it was even worse than before.
He knew clearly that this was in the novel, where Lou Yunxiao, to make him suffer the greatest pain, deliberately infused sword intent and demonic energy into his body, constantly corroding and destroying it.
Although not fatal, the pain was continuous, like death by a thousand cuts.
Fine sweat seeped from his forehead. Ning Ke tugged at the heavy chains with restrictive spells on his wrists and ankles, knowing he couldn’t escape, so he let out a long sigh and just lay flat to rot.
[Host, your acting before you fainted was superb. Who did you learn it from?]
Xiao Yuan couldn’t help but strike up a conversation seeing him awake.
Ning Ke rolled his eyes and started bragging: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting. Back in the day, holding a copy of ‘Self-Cultivation of an Actor’, I rode a mountain bike and went straight to apply for the Central Academy of Drama…
Xiao Yuan asked expectantly: [And then? Did you get in?]
Ning Ke’s eyes returned to normal, touching the tip of his nose: Heh, didn’t get in.
[…Then what the hell are you smug about!]
Ning Ke: Hey, why are you cursing?
Ning Ke did go to take the exam back then, but he had a physiological defect, which was that he couldn’t cry.
From birth, while other babies cried loudly when spanked by the nurse, he just laughed ge ge ge.
Later, growing up, he never cried.
When he got into a car accident on the main road and broke his leg protecting his sister, the little girl cried her eyes out by his hospital bed, asking if it hurt.
He just gritted his teeth and smiled, saying “What’s this little pain? This young master can take it.”
Everyone’s evaluation of him was a carefree optimist, an alien with missing tear ducts. To Ning Ke, no matter how big the issue, there was nothing that couldn’t be overcome.
So during the acting exam, even though the judges were extremely satisfied with his face, he forcefully turned the prompt he drew—”Lost the love of his life, hysterical, weeping bitterly”—
Into a visual sense of “If she dies, she dies; the next one will be better.”
He was successfully kicked out of the exam room.
No wonder he couldn’t get in.
While his thoughts wandered, the wooden door was pushed open from the outside.
The enlarged version of Lou Yunxiao appeared before Ning Ke’s eyes again.
Handsome, truly handsome.
Plus, the current Lou Yunxiao possessed absolute strength. No longer the little bean sprout Ning Ke beat like a dog in the Demon Abyss, his image had directly elevated several levels.
Of course, compared to this gloomy big handsome guy, Ning Ke still missed that little cub who blushed at the drop of a hat, jumped into the Demon Soul River when heartbroken, and earnestly said he would accompany him for a lifetime.
“Ning Ke, you need to know.” Lou Yunxiao walked to the bedside, his shadow looming over: “The current me has ten thousand ways to make your life worse than death.”
“So, you’d better obediently tell me Sister’s whereabouts. That way…”
“You’ll grant me a quick death?” Ning Ke cut in with a cheeky smile: “Or leave my corpse intact?”
“If I don’t agree, you’ll torture me?”
Lou Yunxiao: “…”
His momentum instantly shortened by a section. Standing like a statue by the bed, the whole person fell silent.
Ning Ke held back his laughter.
He knew long ago that this kid would definitely threaten him upon meeting.
But he was also certain Lou Yunxiao wouldn’t dare actually kill him, so now that he had blocked all the other party’s words, angering him was quite fun.
Lou Yunxiao, now the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, always appeared strategic, cold, and aloof in front of others, but with Ning Ke, he lost his composure time and again.
He let out a breath, just uttering a “You…”
He saw that ten-thousand-year-old fox spirit, his nemesis, looking up and smiling at him.
Saying something completely irrelevant.
“Kid, I’m hungry.”
“Do you provide meals here?”
“Ning Ke!”
Lou Yunxiao bristled.
Ning Ke smiled even more brilliantly: “Great Sect Master, guard against arrogance and rashness. You are a Dual Cultivator of Dao and Demon now, in case…”
He extended his jade-white finger, twirling it like a flower, pointing at Lou Yunxiao’s flat abdomen wrapped in Daoist robes: “It wouldn’t be good if you agitated your demonic energy (fetal gas).”
Xiao Yuan laughed until her stomach hurt: [Host, you make demonic energy sound like he’s going to disturb the fetus!]
Ning Ke: Hey, that’s exactly what I meant.
After Ning Ke’s fuss, Lou Yunxiao actually calmed down.
Suppressing his voice, he said: “You are deliberately provoking me.”
Ning Ke spread his hands: “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t guess blindly.”
Since cultivating the Demon path, Lou Yunxiao could easily fall into an abyss with one wrong step.
So he usually paid great attention to controlling his emotions.
Yet now, he lost his composure again and again because of Ning Ke.
This phenomenon was bad.
He sensed it himself.
So he silently recited the Heart Cleansing Mantra a few times, looked coldly at Ning Ke, and asked: “What do you want to eat? I’ll have the kitchen make it for you.”
Ning Ke grinned, bright as peach blossoms.
“I want to eat fish.”
“Roasted by you.”
Foxes love fish, and Ning Ke loved fish too, but during that year in the Demon Abyss, the human-faced fish in the Demon Soul River were truly disgusting to the extreme. Every time Lou Yunxiao caught them, he threw them away, simply unable to bring himself to eat them, leading to a fish ban for the whole year.
Now that he was out, he craved it a bit.
However, hearing this monster actually order him to roast fish, Lou Yunxiao instantly exuded killing intent: “Don’t push your luck.”
“It’s fine if you don’t want to roast it.” Ning Ke shook his hands chained by the shackles: “Bring the ingredients into this room; I’ll roast it myself.”
An hour later, waves of aroma wafted from the room.
Ning Ke fanned the charcoal fire with a cattail leaf fan like an old man, occasionally turning the roasted fish propped up next to it, while beside him, Lou Yunxiao sat upright on a stool, his handsome face turning green-black amidst the smoke.
He felt Ning Ke had a sick brain.
And probably, he himself, accompanying the other party to roast fish, also had a sick brain.
“Smells so good!” Ning Ke eagerly waited until the roasted fish was thoroughly cooked, holding the fish and eating with a greasy mouth, occasionally sucking the sauce off his fingers. Only when he ate the third one did he finally let out a burp of fullness.
Satisfied.
At this moment, there was one last roasted fish left by the charcoal fire.
Ning Ke pulled it out and handed it to Lou Yunxiao: “Kid, you want some?”
“No.”
“Why?” Ning Ke remembered this kid used to catch fish for him in the Demon Abyss as if claiming credit, only to have them all thrown away by him.
“Afraid I poisoned it?” He waved his hand: “You watched me roast it; I didn’t have a chance to poison it. Besides, what poison can take down such an awesome figure like you now?”
Staring at that roasted fish, Lou Yunxiao recalled the disgust Sister had shown towards the fish he caught from the Demon Soul River, and his face turned colder.
“That person doesn’t like eating fish.” He stood up, waved his hand, and the charcoal fire in the room along with the roasted fish in Ning Ke’s hand all turned into flying ash, dissipating in the air.
He said coldly: “So I quit it.”
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