Yi Yan secretly concealed a lot of Yan Chun’s blood. Wang Xiaomie squatted in the corner watching them fight into a mess. The main antagonist Yi Yan performed what it meant to repeatedly “die” and say, “Ah, I’m alive again.”
An Xie now completely transformed into the appearance of a Drought Demon, his whole body purplish black, his eyes bloodshot, his face ferocious, a pair of fangs protruding from his mouth, his entire being unconsciously gasping for breath. There was a huge gash on his stomach from the weapon in Yi Yan’s hand. Due to its restraining nature, the wound did not heal, but instead emitted white mist.
He leaned against the wall to rest, and only Wen Fengjin remained fighting against Yi Yan.
In the blink of an eye, even Wen Fengjin had many more wounds on his body, with two penetrating wounds on his thigh and arm slowly healing on their own.
“Mr. Wen will die…”
Bai Yu suddenly came to Wang Xiaomie’s side and said these words. Wang Xiaomie looked up at him, his brows furrowing.
“I actually don’t know how to defeat him either, but if the blood is really that omnipotent without side effects, he wouldn’t keep it a secret from me,” Bai Yu said with lowered eyes. “So I think this thing must have its own limitations, maybe with time or something else. If we can drag it out for a while, maybe there will be a turning point.”
Wang Xiaomie tightened his grip on Kaiming, and his gaze shifted from over there to settle on Bai Yu. “Why are you telling me this?”
Bai Yu fell silent for a moment, then grinned awkwardly, revealing a smile devoid of any amusement. “I knew I was wrong, but I never thought I was so off the mark. I once thought that Teacher Yi Yan’s lifelong wish is to get rid of the Drought Demon, so when he actually kills the Drought Demon, I thought I could persuade him to stop harming you and Mr. Wen, and then we could leave here together to live somewhere else…”
“But now, walking to this day, I know that’s impossible. He wants to use your body as material to make puppets; he won’t give me a family, he never really cared about Xiao An and the past. I’m confused now and don’t know what to do next. Right now, I just want to end it all, to stop everything… even if Yi Yan is my grandfather…”
At this point, Bai Yu fell silent for a while. Wang Xiaomie stood up and sympathetically patted his shoulder, “Cheer up, Da Bai… First loves are bound to end a bit tragically.”
Although your first love ended up being an especially melodramatic tragedy…
Finally, there was a light in Bai Yu’s eyes. His smile seemed a bit more genuine. “Thank you, Xiaomie, for being kind to me and comforting me at this time.”
“Don’t mention it…” Wang Xiaomie shook his head. Who hadn’t he seen through in his past life? During his time in the northern kingdom, even the relatives who were emotionally close to him were discussing how to get rid of him with outsiders behind his back, and the most trusted subordinates might have been spies sent by enemies.
Wen Fengjin and he were both victims and perpetrators.
After seeing so much, experiencing so much, it didn’t really matter anymore. Wang Xiaomie was accustomed to viewing others with a positive mindset and was used to calmly accepting it when others showed their bad sides.
In human nature, there is no absolute black or white. When Bai Yu betrayed him for his own feelings, he and Wen Fengjin were proficient in thinking of countermeasures, without much sadness.
As they were talking, the situation on the battlefield changed. Wen Fengjin was stabbed in the chest, his androgynous, beautiful face as pale as a female ghost, his silver hair tinged with dirt, his plump lips turning blue, only the pattern on his forehead and his eyes remained vibrant.
Yi Yan, on the other hand, showed no obvious wounds. Instead, he raised his hand to flick his black braid behind him, his young, rosy face wearing a gentle expression, smiling as he met Wen Fengjin’s gaze.
“Not good!” Bai Yu frowned. “It seems we can’t delay any longer. We’ll have to go up and help.”
Seeing Wen Fengjin wounded, Wang Xiaomie almost rushed forward. On hearing this, he nodded quickly, but just as he was about to move, Bai Yu grabbed his wrist.
“What’s wrong?” Wang Xiaomie asked.
Bai Yu fell silent for a moment before asking, “I’ve actually been wanting to ask… Xiaomie, you and Mr. Wen are from the same period, and you’re also Mr. Wen’s shixiong. So… Do you know martial arts?”
Wang Xiaomie: “…No, I don’t.”
Bai Yu: “…”
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Wang Xiaomie glanced at Bai Yu’s exceedingly young and beautiful grandfather who could take on tem men by himself: “…Take care, Da Bai.”
“I know,” Bai Yu nodded, then quickly dashed towards Yi Yan.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaomie rushed towards Wen Fengjin, quickly supporting him. He swiftly mentioned what Bai Yu had said and, with one hand covering the large hole in An Xie’s stomach, silently smeared Wen Fengjin’s blood onto his own hand before bringing it to his mouth.
An Xie: “Cough, cough, don’t waste blood that can be used for healing.”
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
“If what he said is true, then all we can do is delay,” Wen Fengjin said, looking towards Yi Yan. “Both An Xie and I have been through significant strain from previous consumption. The power of the pills is extremely domineering, and the side effects won’t be minor.”
An Xie and Wang Xiaomie nodded in agreement. An Xie continued to secretly smear blood while Wen Fengjin, holding his chest, remained silent, his pale complexion frightening Wang Xiaomie.
Yi Yan, on the other side, looked at Bai Yu blocking his path, his expression darkening. “Bai Yu, what are you doing?”
Bai Yu’s face was even darker than Yi Yan’s. He said coldly, “Can’t you see that I’m trying to stop you— Grandfather!”
Yi Yan was momentarily stunned, his gaze flickering. “You know?”
“Hehe, yeah. Disappointed that you couldn’t deceive me for a lifetime? Is it fun toying with me? You deliberately manipulated my feelings… You’ve known about my feelings for you for a long time, haven’t you?! Don’t you feel disgusted?!” Bai Yu clenched his fists.
“……”
Bai Yu and Yi Yan engaged in a heated argument, and the more Bai Yu spoke, the more contorted his face became. He recalled Xiao An, whom he treated as a sister, and Yi Yan’s concealment from him, the affection he had cherished so cautiously, and the love that drove him to betray his friend without scruples, which now felt ridiculously shameful when spoken out loud!
In the face of his questioning, Yi Yan, after an initial astonishment and discomfort, offered no defense at all, essentially acquiescing.
Bai Yu’s face flushed red with anger and excitement, his eyes full of resentment, glaring fiercely at Yi Yan.
Yi Yan fell silent for a moment before saying, “I must eradicate the other beings. Your grandmother was killed by those monsters, as was your father, Bai Yu. Move aside.”
Bai Yu sneered, “Even if you initially sought revenge for my grandmother, what about afterward?! You were just venting your anger! You disappeared for so many years, my father died trying to find you, my mother wasted away in sickness, leaving only me behind, and you stood by watching coldly. Have you ever considered our feelings in all of this? Have you ever cared about us when you manipulated my emotions?”
Yi Yan remained silent.
Bai Yu roared at him, “You heartless monster, give Xiao An back to me! Give her back to me!”
“I told you she’s just a created tool!”
“She’s a person!”
Bai Yu gasped for air, then suddenly, he calmed down, revealing a crazed smile as he said to Yi Yan, “You call others monsters, but look at yourself now. You’re the real monster. You say Xiao An is just a tool, well, one day I’ll turn you into a tool too! Let you understand her feelings!”
“I’m going to kill you… You’re not my grandfather, you’re not my teacher… You’re a heartless monster.”
Bai Yu muttered under his breath, then suddenly laughed and lunged at Yi Yan, clutching a piece of broken teacup he picked up from somewhere, aiming it at Yi Yan’s throat.
Yi Yan looked at his only descendant and raised his hand to block the piece of porcelain. It pierced his palm, and blood-red liquid flowed out. Bai Yu’s face showed satisfaction.
He tried to pull out the shard, but Yi Yan grabbed his hand and pulled it forcefully. Bai Yu staggered forward a few steps, then collapsed, unconscious, as Yi Yan struck the back of his neck.
Gently placing Bai Yu against the wall behind, Yi Yan’s gaze lingered on his now calm face for a moment before he stood up and slowly walked back towards Wen Fengjin and the others.
Wen Fengjin pushed Wang Xiaomie behind him, raising his sword upright, while An Xie silently stood beside him.
“Fengjin…” Wang Xiaomie whispered as he looked at his back.
“It’s okay.”
Wen Fengjin didn’t turn back, his low, hoarse voice carrying a hint of lightness rather than the weight it held before. He said, “I won’t die. I still have to build a nest for you on the acacia tree and watch you hatch a bunch of birdlings.”
Wang Xiaomie heard Wen Fengjin recalling the joke he made while growing the feather pattern, and he tried to force out a smile but failed.
The figure in front of him vanished in a flash, and the crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the spacious hall.
Wang Xiaomie widened his eyes, his vision quickly blurred by tears, but he refused to look away. No matter what, he had to bear witness to it all.
… … …
Yi Yan was truly formidable.
Even though Wen Fengjin and An Xie had been subjected to his tactic of overwhelming them with sheer numbers before, and even though Xiao An and the “pick one” scenario had drained them, he was not an ordinary human after all. Yi Yan could still maneuver between the two of them effortlessly.
He first focused his attacks on An Xie, relentlessly pressing on even when Wen Fengjin managed to land a few blows. An Xie, who already had a gaping hole in his stomach, cursed, “Old fox!”
Soon, he retreated with a grim expression.
Wang Xiaomie supported him, nervously watching the center of the fray.
The crimson and black robe swirled around as Wen Fengjin’s hand, wielding the soft sword like a spirit snake, descended upon Yi Yan like a torrential rain. Yi Yan skillfully and swiftly struck several points on the soft sword with the short blades in his hands.
When the soft sword trembled uncontrollably and surged towards Wen Fengjin, he straightened it with a hard shake.
“You’re starting to struggle,” Yi Yan said, grinning as he glanced at Wen Fengjin’s chest.
Wen Fengjin smirked back. “I could say the same to you.”
Their eyes met, and in the next moment, their figures moved simultaneously.
The frigid light filled the air, larger than the rain pouring outside, disrupting both the hearts and the vision of those present. A gust of wind swept through, letting rainwater pour in, and the bean-sized raindrops were instantly sliced into several petals.
A golden short dagger pierced Wen Fengjin’s shoulder, while a short sword aimed at Yi Yan’s throat was blocked by another short dagger.
“It’s over,” Yi Yan sneered, forcefully aiming the short dagger at Wen Fengjin’s throat!
“Fengjin—”
Wang Xiaomie shouted loudly, while Wen Fengjin intended to block with his hand.
In that moment, when Bai Yu should have been knocked unconscious, he suddenly leaped onto Yi Yan’s back and tightened his grip on Yi Yan’s shoulder, forcefully tilting him backward!
Yi Yan’s face was full of astonishment, caught off guard as he staggered backward, tilting his head upward.
Wen Fengjin naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity. He swung the soft sword and wrapped it around Yi Yan’s neck.
“Tss—”
Yi Yan’s black pupils dilated, his faint voice and the blood splattering everywhere were all diluted by the heavy rain.
Bai Yu fell to the ground, his expression numb as he wiped the blood from his face, staring at the body lying beside him. His face contorted, then he burst into laughter like a madman.
Wang Xiaomie stared in disbelief at the scene until Wen Fengjin, covered in blood from head to toe, embraced him, bringing him back to reality.
It’s over…
Wang Xiaomie looked at the droplets of blood falling from Wen Fengjin’s body like rainwater and remembered the miraculous escape they had made years ago. He hugged Wen Fengjin tightly, listening to the man’s pained groans, unable to hold back his laughter.
“It’s over—we won!”
“Hmm.”
“We’re all alive, Fengjin—we’re all alive—”
Wang Xiaomie couldn’t help but choke up, and Wen Fengjin pressed his hand against the back of his head, holding him close, saying nothing…
An Xie grinned, limping over to Little Purple Hair, his arm around him.
Outside, the heavy rain continued to pour, pelting the scattered puppets.
“Xiao Wenzi.”
“Hmm.”
“Let’s go back to the tomb palace.”
“Okay.”
This time, no matter how many thousand years pass, we’ll stay by each other’s side…
Translator:
The main story has concluded. We have 9 extras, 3 for the main CP and 6 for the side CP.
