He tried to force out the demonic core to no avail. Duan Jiuqing had to draw it out himself.
Duan Jiuqing lowered his head to prevent himself from seeing the disgusted look on his shizun’s face, and allowed him to throw himself against the stone wall. He wished his shizun could really give him a good beating.
During the movement, more blood flowed out from the wound on his lower abdomen made by the Fuyun Whip. Zhou Yinyu’s cultivation level was quite high and this was an injury caused by his natal spirit weapon. Duan Jiuqing couldn’t heal this wound easily. The spiritual power corroded his flesh directly at the wound, not to mention that he had no demonic core to protect him now. His face turned pale.
Duan Jiuqing reached out and tried to pull over his clothes to cover him.
“Ugh.”
The hand he stretched out did not touch his wound, but instead touched his shizun’s hand.
Zhou Yinyu pressed his hand on the wound, which made his scalp numb from the pain. He endured, not making a sound. Zhou Yinyu put some strength into his palm and looked at him with beautiful eyes.
At such a close distance, Duan Jiuqing could only see himself in his shizun’s eyes, which was wonderful.
“Duan Jiuqing, you are the Demon Leader of the Demon Realm after all. Aren’t there a lot of people willing to offer you any number of beauties at your will?” Zhou Yinyu was angry that he kept pestering his like this again and again.
He could feel warm liquid flowing out from between his fingers. There was spiritual power in his palms and the wound must not feel very good. But he just looked uncomfortable and didn’t say anything.
This touch made him think of something. Not only did he not stop, but he pressed the wound hard and continuously released spiritual power into Duan Jiuqing’s body to torture him.
He used to teach his disciples that cultivating the Dao was to eliminate evil and should not be used to harm fellow disciples to satisfy selfish motives. The spiritual weapon in his hand could only be pointed at the enemy. Duan Jiuqing insisted on becoming an exception for him.
After a long while, Duan Jiuqing’s face turned pale from the pain and broke into a cold sweat. He didn’t have a demonic core to protect his body, but he still insisted on holding on and refused to give in. Zhou Yinyu was even more angry when he saw this.
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The person on the ground suddenly stood up, turned Zhou Yinyu’s body and looked at him with hysterical red eyes, “Enough? Not enough! How can it be enough?! How can it be enough!”
He stretched out his hand and hugged Zhou Yinyu tightly in his arms, “As long as I live one day, I will haunt you for another day. I am a demon and an evil spirit. Everyone can seek to kill me. I am not afraid of adding an ‘imprisoning master’ to my crimes. Or committing the crime of massacring the sect.
“Shizun, this disciple advises you to be more obedient. If you obey, this disciple will allow you to suffer less.”
Duan Jiuqing raised his head from his nape and looked at him affectionately. He pecked his lips tenderly. His movements were full of intimacy, as if those treacherous words did not come from this person’s mouth. Zhou Yinyu didn’t know Duan Jiuqing’s strength, but he also knew that he might just be crazy enough to massacre the sect. He was a madman.
“Have you hugged enough? If you have hugged enough, get out of here and don’t delay my rescue.” Zhou Yinyu slapped his arm away, turned around and walked towards the dark cave.
Duan Jiuqing watched Zhou Yinyu walk straight in, feeling at a loss in his heart. No matter what he said or did, his shizun’s reaction was always bland while he was like a clown. This person could only react if he was tormented hard on the bed.
Duan Jiuqing also walked in. He used to always follow his shizun, watching his back year after year.
The shizun never agreed to teach him advanced skills. At first, he would lie to himself that his foundation was not solid yet, but when he saw his shizun giving instructions to his senior brother, this excuse could no longer convince him.
Senior brother could go to the Sixteen Peaks Disciple Competition, but Shizun did not allow him to go. He didn’t dare to ask his shizun why. He was afraid that he would be kicked out of Fuyun Peak if he made his shizun unhappy.
He was still young at that time. During the day he practiced the basic techniques that he had already memorized over and over again. But at night, his emotions had nowhere to hide. He wanted to cry loudly, but his senior brother lived next door to him, and he didn’t want anyone to see his vulnerability.
Duan Jiuqing felt at that time that he wasn’t even as free as the wild dogs competing for food. At least he didn’t feel any pain no matter how many injuries he got. He had plenty of room to cry if he wanted to.
After walking for a while, the wound seemed to hurt more. Duan Jiuqing raised his eyes and did not see the figure of his shizun. He stretched out his hands to support the stone wall to catch his breath. In his shizun’s heart, his senior brother was always more important than himself. He was before and was still now.
If he were trapped instead, would Shizun be so anxious to save him?
Probably not. He never showed up when he was about to die.
His Fuyun Whip had never hit anyone in the four major sects, except himself. The first time was when he forced himself to leave the Vermillion Bird Sect and go to the Demon Realm. The second time was today. Shizun knew it was him, otherwise he would not be so conscious after being whipped, but he still took action.
When Duan Jiuqing fought his way up from being a small demon, he suffered countless injuries. But no matter how serious the injury was, it could not compare to the one given by Zhou Yinyu. Zhou Yinyu only needed to look at him with disgust in his eyes, and he would be riddled with holes.
After taking a few breaths, he continued walking quickly.
But what to do? On skills, you never taught me carefully, and on emotions, you never teach me how to stop love. I hate you so much, but every time I see you, I want to be close to you.
Shizun, what do you want me to do so that our current situation can be alleviated.
If I don’t force you, there won’t be any involvement between us.
Then forget it, I can better accept you hating me…
There were a few faint coughs in front of him, probably because he had walked very deep and inhaled too much miasma. Even though Zhou Yinyu was protected from being attacked by the demonic core, he still felt a little uncomfortable while breathing.
Duan Jiuqing quickened his pace and threw the things he had taken from his shizun in the corner. A white porcelain bottle traced a parabola and disappeared.
The two of them came to a large stone room surrounded by stone doors. Which way could they find Qian Jiang? Duan Jiuqing tried a door with his hands, but couldn’t push it open.
While he was groping around for any clues to open the stone doors, he turned back and told Zhou Yinyu, “Shizun, be careful, there may be a trap.”
As expected, there was no response. Duan Jiuqing clutched his belly and continued to look for clues. There were many small squares on the wall, but he did not dare to touch them easily. He was trying to find out whether there were any patterns.
Suddenly something flashed through the air, “Shizun, be careful!”
Duan Jiuqing rushed over, hugged Zhou Yinyu and hid in a corner, blocking him under him. Zhou Yinyu had just stepped on a mechanism and countless arrows shot out from the walls around the stone chamber, shooting densely in the air. If a person stood there, they would’ve been shot into a sieve at this moment.
“You don’t want your life? Benzun can avoid it myself!” Zhou Yinyu was blocked tightly by Duan Jiuqing, and his hand was even protecting the back of his head to prevent him from hitting the stone wall. Zhou Yinyu looked at the arrow on his shoulder coldly, feeling that he was even more upset than before. If Duan Jiuqing didn’t come over, he wouldn’t be hurt.
The rain of arrows showed no sign of stopping. Zhou Yinyu tried to push him away, but he did not move. He also smiled playfully and acted inappropriately with Zhou Yinyu, “Hey, Shizun, please be gentle, you are hurting this disciple.”
“Shut up!” Zhou Yinyu raised his Fuyun Whip to block another arrow that was shot at their angle, and stopped talking nonsense to him.
After a long time, the arrow rain stopped, but Duan Jiuqing still held him and refused to let go. Zhou Yinyu reached out to pull him away, but Duan Jiuqing muttered into his neck, “Shizun, this is the first time… please let me hold you for a while, okay?”
Zhou Yinyu didn’t know what he meant, but he heard the nasally tone in his words. He didn’t understand why Duan Jiuqing was crying. These arrows were not poisonous. How could they be more painful than being corroded by spiritual power outside the cave just earlier? But he still didn’t push Duan Jiuqing away, letting him vent his unreasonable grievances.
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