Kan Wenxiao recalled something. His expression was cold, eyes brimming with hatred, and his face no longer had any of the usual gentleness and smile.
Jian Xiuyun looked at him and felt that he was gradually dissolving into the figure who tortured him in the previous life. Fear unconsciously rose in his heart, but he resisted the urge to retreat and said, “Is it because he bullied you before? He is a young master and a bit pampered, but he never really wanted to endanger your life. You have already annihilated the Lin family, so just let him go.”
Kan Wenxiao felt his blood getting colder little by little.
“Really?” Kan Wenxiao lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, “Shizun, you have always been partial.”
–
Inside the dungeon.
Lin Liaoting was lying on the ground, the cold seeping into his skin through the thin fabric of his clothes. He couldn’t help but hug himself tightly, craving for the slightest bit of warmth in vain.
Footsteps sounded from far away, and then the click of the lock being opened.
Lin Liaoting seemed not to hear anything and lay numbly on the ground without even raising his head.
Soon, a pair of black satin and green-soled soap boots appeared in front of him.
Lin Liaoting then raised his head.
Kan Wenxiao was wearing a black robe with hibiscus flowers embroidered with gold thread, looking down at him.
Lin Liaoting was in a daze. This posture was once very familiar to him, but now their positions were reversed.
“Shixiong.” Kan Wenxiao drawled out, a hint of mirth in his tone.
Lin Liaoting came back to his senses as if he had just woken up.
His eyes instantly filled with hatred, and he struggled to get up from the ground.
However, before he could stand up, Kan Wenxiao stepped on his chest and he fell down hard.
Lin Liaoting’s face was pressed against the ground, crushed into the soil. His eyes gradually reddened heavily, as if blood would ooze out in the next moment. His hands scraped the ground and struggled until blood dripped down.
“Kan Wenxiao, you’d better kill me! Otherwise, I will cut you into pieces. Sooner or later, I will kill you! You beast!”
Kan Wenxiao looked at Lin Liaoting struggling on the ground indifferently, like he was some joke.
A breeze blew in from the dilapidated iron windows, blowing in bursts of chill.
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“I think I was only five years of age that year.” Kan Wenxiao looked up at the rusty iron window, watching the falling snow outside, and said lightly, his voice calm as if he was recalling someone else’s story.
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Fragments seemed to flash by, and a snowy scene seemed to really appear in front of his eyes.
But it had been too long, and too many things had happened. Lin Liaoting could no longer remember it clearly.
“I was frozen in the snow. A group of attendants gathered around me and piled snow on me, shaping it into a snowman. It was too cold, but I couldn’t even make a sound. In the end, Yu Shaozhi happened to pass by and saved me.”
It was obviously not a pleasant memory, but when Kan Wenxiao recalled it, he laughed and called out, “Shixiong.” But under such circumstances, it sounded particularly intimidating.
“I was still a mortal at that time, and I almost lost my life.”
The prison became quiet, and only the breathing of the two people could be heard.
“I knew you didn’t like me, so I avoided you, but your actions kept getting worse. You pushed me into the Cold Pond, imprisoned me in Yama Cave, locked me up in the Five Poison Valley, and unmasked me in public.”
Kan Wenxiao’s voice became increasingly cruel, and he exerted force on his feet, making Lin Liaoting cry out in pain.
“How ridiculous. All these are excuses of being ‘pampered’, and everything can be excused with youth and frivolity. Shixiong, are you worthy of these two words?”
Lin Liaoting’s vision turned black. His energy and blood surged, his body in severe pain. Suddenly, his mind became increasingly clear.
Kan Wenxiao’s words gradually helped him recall.
His body was as heavy as a thousand pieces of metal, but he still managed to raise his head and look at Kan Wenxiao.
Before he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood dripped down his neck and mixed with the mud on the ground.
Lin Liaoting said hoarsely, “Come after me if you hate me. Why did you harm the entire Lin family?”
Kan Wenxiao raised his feet with contempt in his eyes, “Do you think I did that because of you? How shameless you are.”
“Why did you do it then?”
Kan Wenxiao lowered his eyes and dusted off his robes nonchalantly. His eyes fell on the blooming hibiscus flowers embroidered with gold thread. His tone was cold and laced with a hint of danger, “Because they deserve to die.”
“You deserve to die!” Lin Liaoting retorted immediately.
Kan Wenxiao sneered, “Not only do they deserve to die, but all the eight sects deserve to die.”
“What on earth are you planning to do?” Lin Liaoting looked at his eyes and felt a chill on his back.
Kan Wenxiao ignored him, turned around and walked out.
When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said, “I won’t kill you, just because Shizun wants you to live.”
After that, he strode out.
–
In the bedroom, Jian Xiuyun was sitting on the bed. The window was half opened, and he could just see the snowy expanse outside.
His slender white hands hung on the edge of the bed, with black iron chains around his wrists.
Although the insides were wrapped in soft flannel, his skin was still rubbed red overtime.
He had been sitting there for a long time, motionless, like an exquisite clay sculpture.
Kan Wenxiao’s words kept ringing in his ears.
“His clan is destroyed, was mine not? Who is responsible for my clan’s ruin?”
“I almost died at his hands.”
“Shizun, I thought you treated me differently.”
Thinking of Kan Wenxiao’s expression just now, Jian Xiuyun felt irked. He sighed and slowly shut his eyes.
What should he do?
Although Kan Wenxiao never said it, he had guessed a few things over the past few days.
The Fusang Clan is back.
It’s just that in his last life, Kan Wenxiao relied on the secret cooperation between himself and the demons to unify the cultivation world.
In this life, did he rely on Fusang?
But how did he do it in just five years?
Moreover, although the Fusang Clan had a special constitution and extraordinary talents, their power was not strong, otherwise they would not have been…
He was not involved in what happened back then, but only heard about it a little bit.
That incident happened suddenly and strangely, but the eight major sects dealt with it and he didn’t care. He even saved Kan Wenxiao reluctantly, so naturally he wouldn’t dive into the details.
He thought it was alright, so he helped Kan Wenxiao conceal his identity and raised him for a while.
But in the end…
According to this, he could actually be regarded as a sinner.
The wind blew in, and Jian Xiuyun felt a little cold.
He buried his head in his knees and hugged himself tightly.
An unknown amount of time passed. After a while, there was a faint voice outside. Jian Xiuyun raised his head suddenly. It was that hoarse and unpleasant voice.
“Is The Lord back?”
“He came back just now and went out again.”
It was the masked man from Guyu Villa.
Who was he?
Jian Xiuyun stood up immediately and got off the ground without even putting on his shoes. He forgot that there was an iron chain around his wrist and staggered due to the strangulation.
Jian Xiuyun stood firm on the edge of the bed and shouted, “Stop! Someone! Let him in.”
There was silence outside for a moment, and then there was a noise at the door.
The carved mahogany door was pushed open, and the man walked in slowly.
He stopped at the door, and his eyes fell on Jian Xiuyun. He smiled, “Elder Jian, what do you want from me?”
Jian Xiuyun straightened up and stared at him, “Who are you?”
Thought I’d mention this. Chi Jin translates to Red Hibiscus, and Fusang (KWX’s bloodline/clan) also means hibiscus; hence hibiscus flowers being their symbol.
Also, I don’t know if I clarified this before or not, but when one reaches the crown age (20 years), their masters/elders choose a courtesy name for them. The “characters” KWX has been asking JXY to choose are the characters for his courtesy name since he turned twenty.
Everyone here seems to be the bad guy and I don’t know if I can even root for anyone. Also, KWX and JXY’s relationship comes from hatred and revenge, I don’t know if there’s a possibility for any love between them, I don’t think they’re capable of that.
Thank you for the chapter!
Well … Now I don’t know anymore
Thanks very much for the chapter….
All here are bad, and there are a reason to KWX to be so ruthless… maybe JXY be more comprehensive after knowing about these reason
Ah that side story was totally foreshadowing… 🙁