Before Jian Xiuyun could figure out what it meant, a commotion rose around him.
The bodies of the Yin Corpses in front of them suddenly reddened, as if raging flames were burning them. They fell to the ground and twisted in pain, shrieking and wailing. For a moment, it seemed as if they were in hell.
Then the wails gradually subsided, and the reddish areas on the bodies of the Yin Corpses were covered by large spreads of charred black. It was as if all the water in their bodies had evaporated, and they soon turned into handfuls of charcoal, dispersing with the breeze.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a chill in his heart. He became a little more wary of the person with him.
To be able to do this, the individual’s cultivation level must be at least at the distraction stage.
And since he had injured his golden core before, his cultivation had stagnated and he had been unable to break through. Five years later, he was still at Nascent Soul stage, which was a level lower than this person.
Furthermore, he was still injured. Even if he was with Lin Liaoting, he was no match for this person.
Although the man had just helped him get rid of the Yin Corpses, he could not rashly conclude that they were not foes until he understood his intentions.
Thinking of this, Jian Xiuyun couldn’t help but take a step back, trying to distance himself. However, the next second, the man grabbed his shoulders and he was pushed into his arms again.
Jian Xiuyun was taken aback. Before he could say anything, his body suddenly felt light, and the man lifted him off the ground.
Jian Xiuyun really didn’t like this posture and scolded, “What are you doing?”
He struggled hard, but the man’s strength was much greater than his, and his grip was like iron, rendering him unable to break free.
The man didn’t speak, just looked down at him, his eyes falling on Jian Xiuyun’s neck. They faintly seemed to hold unfathomable emotions.
He hugged Jian Xiuyun tighter and comforted, “Don’t move, I’ll take you to heal your injuries.”
“No!” Jian Xiuyun immediately refused, but the man ignored him.
When Lin Liaoting saw this, he ran over and exclaimed, “Who are you? Let my Shizun go!”
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He couldn’t even see the man’s shadow anymore.
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The Yin Corpses had been destroyed, so there was no need to circulate his spiritual power anymore. The corpse poison in his body circulated much slower. Jian Xiuyun’s complexion had already improved a bit, but he still felt somewhat drowsy.
He was tightly held by the man along the way. He knew that struggling in this state was meaningless and that he couldn’t escape at all, so he simply relaxed himself, thinking that he would take care of any problems once they arose. Although he still couldn’t figure out the identity of this man, Jian Xiuyun didn’t sense any murderous intent from him.
After an unknown amount of time, the man finally stopped.
Although he couldn’t break free, he could still turn his head. So, as soon as the man stopped, Jian Xiuyun immediately turned his head and looked around, seeing a yard in front of him.
It was a small farmyard. A low wall and fence surrounded the yard, with Hibiscus and daisies planted beside the wall. In the middle stood a bamboo hut, appearing delicate. Two ginkgo trees were planted on both sides of the yard, facing each other from a distance. Under one tree was a round, stone table and stone chairs, with a white jade tea set placed on it.
The yard was not big, but it looked very livable.
The man carried him into the house, walking straight to the mahogany bed with a carved dragon and moon pattern, and gently laid him down.
As soon as he was let go, Jian Xiuyun immediately sat up. Unexpectedly, his movements were too sudden and his mind spun again from dizziness.
“Don’t move.” The man reprimanded gently, and then held Jian Xiuyun’s body down.
The man sat down along the edge of the bed, his eyes deep and dark as he raised his hand to caress the injury on the side of his neck.
“The corpse poison must be sucked out as soon as possible.” The man’s voice was faint, but for some reason, it was slightly hoarse.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned, and then bashfully reminded, “Actually, cutting a hole with a knife and letting out the poisoned blood is also…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he lost his voice.
He was immobilized.
Jian Xiuyun, “???”
Before he could react, the man in front of him suddenly leaned over and leisurely leaned towards the side of his neck.
A smile seemed to flash across his lips, but before Jian Xiuyun could see it clearly, his head had already gotten close to his neck.
Warm breath sprayed against his ears, itching. Although he couldn’t see it, Jian Xiuyun still keenly felt that his ears must be red.
He didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but the surrounding air suddenly changed, thickening.
A window was on the wall on the right side. It was open. The wind blew in from the outside, and the bright moonlight could also be seen.
Jian Xiuyun’s throat moved slightly, and he shifted his gaze to the side in embarrassment, staring at the moon outside the window blankly.
What on earth is going on?
Who is this person? Even though I don’t know him, his attitude towards me is so strange.
In his daze, a slight pain tingled in his neck. He then realized that the man’s lips had been pressed against him at some point. His tongue was gently lapping at his wound, licking it as if to comfort him. Then he exerted force and tightened his lips and teeth, sucking out the poison.
Jian Xiuyun felt like something was being sucked away along with the poison. He felt dizzy and short of breath, as if deprived of oxygen. His body fell back weakly, arms wrapping around him and holding him.
Too strange.
Jian Xiuyun wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t move or speak.
He could only be held in the arms of a stranger like a puppet and let him detoxify him so easily.
Obviously there was no need to do this!
Whether due to blood loss or stimulation, Jian Xiuyun’s eyes were filled with a white haze, as if veiled over with a white cloth.
Gradually, the white cloth shifted, and dissolved into a picture.
The image of an injured young man half-lying down, with a cold face, hesitantly resisting and embarrassed, while Jian Xiuyun half-knelt on the ground, sucking out the poison from the young man’s shoulder.
Memories that had been deliberately suppressed arose like water bursting out of a dam, suddenly pouring out and rushing into his mind like waves with an earth-shattering force.
The shattered shadow condensed into a person in his eyes.
That was his young apprentice, Kan Wenxiao.
Jian Xiuyun remembered how he had deliberately punished him by making him chop trees and push rocks, even lying to him and convincing him that it was a cultivation method developed especially for him. He thought of the Snow Banyan Flower his apprentice sent to Qihuang Hall, and then thought of Kan Wenxiao pushing him out of the Void Mirror and himself stayed back, meeting his death.
Bit by bit, piece by piece.
Although they hadn’t gotten along for long in this life, there were surprisingly many memories to recall, and the things that made him miserable in his previous life actually faded away gradually.
Sure enough, death could dissolve many things.
He didn’t know why tonight, these memories suddenly erupted in his mind and rushed into his heart violently, making him restless.
Jian Xiuyun’s eyelids were half drooped, and his slender eyes were absent-minded. In his haze, he softly murmured the name that came to his mind, “…Wenxiao.”
The lips against his neck suddenly halted, and the arms around him tightened firmly.
Jian Xiuyun was held so tight that he could barely breathe. Just when he was about to frown, he heard the unfamiliar voice from above suddenly respond, “Hey.”
Kan Wenxiao, use your words!
Thank you for the update.
He’s got a fully decorated but? How long as this guy been back in the real world? Poor Shizun has been worried for nothing.
Finally!!! Took him long enough to recognize the person he spent 2 lifetimes with. Can’t wait to see how their relationship wil develop.
Thank you for the chapter!
Man, wenxiao went with everything in this chapter! My god, what a bold guy.
Anyhoo, thanks for the update ♡
“hey”? 😭
I so appreciate that in this lifetime there are still actions Kan Wenxiao is repaying to him.
Thanks for the chapter!