Translator: Bambootriangle
Translation Checker: Teo
Before Qingwu finished speaking, the white snake’s aura suddenly changed, a biting chill spread from it, white frost quickly covered the entire table, and the tiny moisture in the air condensed into ice crystals.
Qingwu quickly pulled away his hand that was almost frozen to the table, feeling the chill in the air following his breath, making his throat sore from the cold air.
The smile on his face was a bit forced, and his breath turned into white mist: “No… don’t be so angry, shixiong, you said yourself that you aren’t going to do it, so why don’t you allow me to come? You can’t let those monsters take an advantage.”
There was an overwhelming sense of oppression on white snake’s body, and his dark eyes stared straight at the person in front of him: [Even if I won’t do it, it won’t be your turn, or any of you. ]
“You are being unreasonable…” Qingwu secretly used his spiritual power to ward off the cold, thinking that there was indeed a gap in cultivation level between him and his shixiong. Even if the opponent only had his Primordial Spirit here, the threatening pressure remains unabated.
[I am telling the truth. If you don’t agree, Juxian Terrace will wait for you. ]
Juxian Terrace was a duel ground in the Immortal Realm. It was a place for cultivators to have one-on-one duels. Agreeing to a duel was equivalent to signing a life-and-death certificate. It was not unheard of for the losing party to have their immortal body crushed. Anyone who dared to go to Junxian Terrace was someone with a blood feud between them and the other person, that would never end until death.
When Yan Lin said these two words, Qingwu knew that he was really angry. He finally restrained his imprudence, removed the soundproofing technique, stood up and walked out the door.
Yan Lin: [Where are you going? ]
Qingwu: [I’m going to find the entrance to the Cave of Three Monsters, complete the task as soon as possible, and go home as soon as possible. ]
Yan Lin didn’t stop him, and the chill around him slowly disappeared, returning to his previous indifferent appearance as if nothing had happened.
Qingwu had already left the room and suddenly poked back his head with a mischievous smile: [However, I will not give up easily.]
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Wen Zhou didn’t sleep well this time. He kept feeling as if someone was touching him, either touching his face or touching his hands.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and it took him several seconds to focus his eyes before he met Yan Lin’s face, which was very close at hand.
Wen Zhou was startled and suddenly turned over, sitting up hurriedly: “Shizun?”
The person sitting next to the bed disappeared in an instant, and the door was half opened, leaving behind a fleeting white shadow.
Wen Zhou froze on the spot, feeling his head buzzing — Why was shizun here? How did he get here? Weren’t his legs injured? How could he walk freely?
Could it be that he forcibly froze his meridians again like last time?
As he was thinking, his body had already taken action and chased the white shadow out of the house.
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Thousand Illusions City, which was noisy during the day, was eerily quiet now. It was late at night and foggy, and the moonlight was blurred by the thick mist. He staggered a few steps forward and saw another white shadow flashing past.
He immediately followed: “Shizun! Wait a moment, wait for me!”
Yan Lin was finally stopped by him and stayed where he was, silently waiting for him to follow. Wen Zhou had difficulty breathing in the mist, and stopped in front of him panting: “Shizun, you…why did you come here?”
Yan Lin turned his head and his voice was as cold as before: “This master was worried about you.”
“As long as xiao Shishu is here, nothing will happen to me.” Wen Zhou straightened up and lowered his gaze, “Shizun, your legs…”
“Legs?” Yan Lin’s dark eyes stared at him steadily, and there seemed to be a strange light surging in his eyes, “What’s wrong with this master’s legs?”
“Uh… no, it’s nothing.” Wen Zhou met his gaze and was involuntarily attracted to those eyes, unable to look away.
He seemed…to have forgotten something important.
Shizun’s legs…what was the matter with his legs? Why was he obsessed with thinking about Shizun’s legs?
His mind went blank, and he stood there confused, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, Yan Lin stretched out his hand to gently hold his cheek, and slowly rubbed his face with his calloused fingertips: “It’s too dangerous here, return with this master.”
Wen Zhou stared at the other person blankly, intuition telling him that there seemed to be something wrong with this overly intimate gesture, but Yan Lin’s palms were surprisingly warm, and his lips, which usually lacked blood color, were brighter than usual, and there seemed to be a natural charming aura emanating from his face. If one was not careful, it was easy to get sucked in it and be unable to escape.
Wen Zhou struggled to save his last sanity: “But we haven’t found… found it yet…”
What was he supposed to find?
Why was he unable to remember it all of a sudden?
“Follow this master,” Yan Lin’s voice was extremely gentle, as alluring as mellow wine. Just listening to it made one drunk, “This master will protect you from harm for the rest of your life.”
He slowly took Wen Zhou’s hand and said, “With this master here, no one will dare to touch you again.”
Wen Zhou was led by him in a daze, and the cold and gentle voice kept echoing in his ears: “From now on, be this master’s one and only disciple, alright?”
“My one and only…” prey.
Wen Zhou was bewitched by this voice and almost blurted out “yes”, but at this moment, another voice suddenly popped up in his mind:
“No matter what happens tonight, don’t act rashly.”
“It is the nature of monsters to be afraid of fire. If you are in danger, use your fire at the first chance.”
His brows suddenly tightened, and his rationality returned in an instant, and he broke away from the other party’s hand: “You are not my Shizun, who are you?!”
The figure in white clothes turned around, the gentleness on his face suddenly faded, and there was a hint of impatience: “I am your Shizun, and you are my disciple. What is there to question about our relationship?”
“Shizun would never say such words to me or do such a thing!” Wen Zhou summoned a cluster of flames in his palm, raised his hand, and the flames burned violently, sweeping towards the opponent like a long dragon.
The figure let out an irritated “tsk” and disappeared in an instant.
The flame burned in empty space in the air for a while, then slowly extinguished.
…disappeared?
How did the guy pretending to be his Shizun do it, was it an illusion?
The fog was thicker than before, almost to the point where he couldn’t see his fingers. Wen Zhou looked around and saw nothing but fog, not even the inn where they stayed.
He felt it was more difficult to breathe, and the spiritual qi running in his body became stagnant, so he had to use the most primitive method to shout at the sky: “Xiao Shishu! Cheng Yan! Where are you!”
“Fengming shidi? Fengming shidi, is that you?” Suddenly a voice came from behind, “The fog is too heavy. Fengming shidi, are you there?”
Wen Zhou was startled and quickly searched for the source of the sound. He saw Cheng Yan dressed in purple limping towards him: “Fengming shidi? It’s really you! Hurry, hurry, give me a hand!”
Wen Zhou stepped forward and held his arm: “What’s wrong with you?”
“Don’t mention it,” Cheng Yan stood unsteadily on one leg, a little out of breath, “I slept well, but when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw that you were not in the room, I was scared, so I came out to look for you. I didn’t expect such a heavy fog outside and I couldn’t see anything, so I accidentally tripped and twisted my foot.”
Hearing his clear voice, Wen Zhou couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief: “Do you still remember which direction you came from? Where are the others?”
“I don’t know about other people, I didn’t see even half a person on my way here.” Cheng Yan turned around, “I came from… ah, this fog is so thick that I can’t tell the difference between east, west and north. I don’t know which way I came from.”
“It’s okay, your ankle is sprained, let’s take a rest here first,” Wen Zhou helped him sit down and reached out for the storage ring, “I have…”
Wait, where’s the medicine?
Where in the huge storage space were the elixirs?
The other things were still there, but all the elixirs were gone, making him disbelieving as if he had seen a ghost.
Cheng Yan waved his hand: “It’s okay, don’t look for it, I’ll just take a rest.”
Wen Zhou didn’t dare to go far, so he had to think of other ways to contact the remaining people. He took out a firework for signaling and lit it against the sky. The flare exploded high in the sky with a whoosh, exploding into a sea of red.
With such a thick fog, he didn’t know how far the glow of the fireworks could reach.
He waited anxiously on the spot for a while, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in his ears. He turned around and saw Qingwu’s figure floating towards him: “I finally found you. I told you not to act rashly, why are you still running around?”
Wen Zhou was embarrassed to say that he was bewitched by his “shizun”. Seeing Qingwu right in front of him, he completely felt at ease: “Xiao Shishu, where are the others?”
“In front of us,” Qingwu turned to Cheng Yan, “get up quickly, it’s not a good place to stay here for a long time, let’s leave as soon as possible.”
Cheng Yan sat on the ground and groaned: “I can’t walk anymore. I told you not to spend the night in the city. You insisted that the city was safe, but look at us now, the fog is so thick that we all separated. Very safe indeed.”
“Cheng Yan-xiong, now is not the time for internal strife,” Wen Zhou stretched out his hand to try to pull him up, “Hold on a little longer, let’s hurry up and join the others.”
Cheng Yan reluctantly grabbed Wen Zhou’s hand, and at the moment he grabbed it, a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Qingwu didn’t know what he noticed, his expression changed suddenly, and he pushed Wen Zhou away: “Shizhi, be careful!”
Wen Zhou was pushed away by him and staggered. He quickly turned around and saw a flash of cold light — Cheng Yan was holding a foot-long bone blade in his hand and stabbed it straight into Qingwu’s abdomen.
Blood dripped down the snow-white bone blade, and Wen Zhou’s pupils shrank: “Xiao Shishu…”
Qingwu frowned, he clenched the bone blade tightly, and at the same time waved his sleeves: “Scram!”
The strong wind that burst out instantly knocked Cheng Yan away, and when he landed on the ground, he turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated in the mist.
…an illusion again? !
The hair on Wen Zhou’s body stood on end. The thick fog seriously affected his perception. He could not detect any evil monsters nearby at all!
Qingwu gritted his teeth and slowly pulled out the bone blade from his body. The pale color of the bone blade became even more bizarre under the pale moonlight: “This was… forged from monster bones, specially designed to defeat immortal cultivators like us… ”
As he spoke, his body swayed and he was about to fall backwards. Wen Zhou quickly supported him and said anxiously: “Xiao Shishu, how are you? Are you…are you okay? All my elixirs are gone. …What else can I do? I…”
He was a little incoherent for a moment, he had never been as helpless as he was now.
Now the disciples who were traveling with him were missing, and even xiao Shishu was injured trying to protect him…
Qingwu put his arm around his shoulders. He was slender and not much taller than Feng Shu. He was leaning weakly in Wen Zhou’s arms, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time.
Blood continued to overflow from his fingers, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes gradually lost their sparkle, and he said intermittently: “Fengming shizhi…are you willing…”
“Xiao Shishu? Xiao Shishu!”
💀 Don’t tell me he was going to say “are you willing to dual cultivate with me?”
Thanks for the update
I am thinking the same thing 😂
Please don’t die xiao shishu 😭 where is shizun tho!!
Who knows if Xiao Shishu is the real one or not!
Thank You for the new chapter ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)
Defeated so quickly!?
Wow… after a long tima and I’m in shock
Thanks for the chap
Thank you for the chapter oh my goodness, what a cliffhanger 😱 little does Wen Zhou know though, that really is Shizun’s thoughts hehe…