Translator: transcendentwings
CW: suggestive but not explicit content
. . . Who was he talking about? Jiu Zhideng?
Xu Xingzhi helped the other wipe his blood-stained lips clean.
Taking advantage of the firelight to take a look at the other’s pained and grimacing expression, Xu Xingzhi suddenly realized that there was only pity left in his heart, as if he were a father who raised this child into adulthood, thus upon seeing him sad, he instinctively wanted to coax him so that he’d be happier: “Chongguang?”
Meng Chongguang furrowed his eyebrows slightly, but he just couldn’t wake up and only tossed and turned in discomfort. The arm that Xu Xingzhi had broke free from earlier now struggled to trap Xu Xingzhi in his embrace again, yet he had only reached out halfway before he curled into himself with all his strength, as if he were afraid of hurting Xu Xingzhi.
Xu Xingzhi clicked his tongue: “Fool.”
He lay down again and looped his wooden hand around the tightly curled Meng Chongguang, bringing the other into his own embrace. He pressed his chin against the other’s sweat-soaked hair, and snapped open “Xianbi” with the other hand. Condensing his spiritual energy and mind, he transformed it into several concatenated volumes of bamboo slips, and finally used his pinky to break the sealant then swiped it, making it unfold.
There were a lot of ancient tomes on secret techniques hidden in “Xianbi”. Although Xu Xingzhi hasn’t been able to recover all the memories and didn’t know how to use certain skills, but fortunately, he had always been a fast reader as he flipped through with one hand, taking in ten lines at a glance, before swiftly spotting what he was looking for, the method to enter dreams.
He tossed the bamboo slips towards the sky, held Meng Chongguang tighter without paying it any more attention. He mobilized his spiritual consciousness and slowly pushed a star-like brilliant jadeite light in, following the flow of the other’s meridians.
The bamboo slips morphed back into a folded-fan in mid-air and landed by Xu Xingzhi’s waist accurately and silently.
Meng Chongguang’s dream started off with a gloomy scarlet glow.
The sky and earth were one, up and down were difficult to distinguish, and the surrounding scenery was covered in water vapor, everything one saw seemed suffocating. Xu Xingzhi cast his gaze around and kept feeling as if he had been to this place before, one of the withered bayan trees even seemed to be overly familiar.
He hooked his fingers on a dead branch of the banyan tree and attempted to activate his spiritual power.
The world suddenly changed and what appeared before his eyes was a winding stone path.
Xu Xingzhi was startled and finally recalled where this place was.
—He had been brought here once before by his former fellow shimei Huang Shanyue.
When the belt of fog faded, the smell of sand and soil swept over, choking people’s nasal cavity until they watered.
Xu Xingzhi followed the stone path and further he headed in, the stronger the smell of blood became.
“Xianbi” also came with him. He transformed “Xianbi” into the yuchang blade, half-unsheathed it, and brought it before him in a defensive posture, walking quietly all the way to the secret chamber in the mountain.
Turning a corner, he saw Meng Chongguang sitting in the middle of the hidden room.
There were more than a dozen corpses lying in front of him, whose human forms could not be seen anymore and he just knelt down into this mountain of dead and sea of blood with his back facing Xu Xingzhi, making him unable to see if the other was happy or angry, he couldn’t even tell if the other was alive or dead.
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From behind, the other’s posture looked exactly like a person who had successfully committed suicide, his shoulder blades were spread flat, his neck was tilted back, his messy clothes just hung by his side, leaving half of his shoulder exposed, yet the other didn’t even notice.
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“. . . Shixiong?”
The moment Meng Chongguang’s eyes came into contact with Xu Xingzhi, Xu Xingzhi felt his throat close up.
Meng Chongguang use to be shameless, coquettish, petulant, and frequently loved to shed a few crocodile tears, but now although his eyes were dry, it made Xu Xingzhi’s heart feel uncomfortable like it was pierced by lightning.
“Shixiong. . .” Meng Chongguang’s voice seemed as if he were calling for help, like a traveler who was about to slip down the edge of the ravine.
Xu Xingzhi took a few steps towards him, and Meng Chongguang staggered to his feet and dashed in a stumbling manner towards him.
He was covered in blood from the collar to the hem.
The blood belonged to others. However, for some reason, Xu Xingzhi always felt that most of the blood was seeping from the other’s heart.
Meng Chongguang threw himself into his arms and fisted his clothes tightly with his bloody hands: “Shixiong, where have you been?”
His eyes were very confused, so Xu Xingzhi had no choice but to comfort him: “I’m right here, I didn’t go anywhere.”
“Really? Then. . . Chongguang must have been dreaming just now.” Meng Chongguang’s bright eyes were a bit twisted, making his hair stand on end, “Shixiong, Chongguang has realized his mistake, don’t scare Chongguang like this in the future.”
Xu Xingzhi always felt that the other’s dream was traceable, so he hugged the other carefully and comforted: “Okay. But tell me, what did you do wrong?”
Meng Chongguang hurriedly explained: “I just took a trip to Lanqiao Bank. . . I only wanted to pick some orchids for Shixiong to decorate the room, in the entire wasteland, that is the only place where orchids thrive. . . I didn’t think that they would do this to you. . .”
In order to prove his words, Meng Chongguang raised his finger and pointed at the bones littered all over the floor with a look of innocent expectation shining in his eyes: “Look, Shixiong, I’ve avenged you.”
Xu Xingzhi frowned and swept his gaze over. Judging by the scraps of clothing, Huang Shanyue and the leader of the mountain, the man in beast hide, were among them.
. . . Why did Meng Chongguang have a dream of massacring Feng Mountain?
There was a faint chill in Xu Xingzhi’s heart.
He raised his head and peered in the direction of the corpse embraced by Meng Chongguang just now. The body was lying on the ground, the facial features were unclear, it was covered in blood and mangled flesh, and had already stopped breathing.
With such severe injuries, even if it were brought to Yuan Ruzhou’s side, it would be a hopeless endeavor, no medicine would cure it.
However, the more Xu Xingzhi scrutinized it, the more frightened he became.
No matter how he traced the outline and bone structure of the person lying on the ground, the more familiar it seemed, and it was the kind of familiarity that made his throat tighten.
Sensing the change in Xu Xingzhi’s gaze, Meng Chongguang timidly gripped a corner of Xu Xingzhi’s robes and blocked his line of sight: “Shixiong. . . Don’t look, it’s all fake. Let’s go back to the tower.”
Xu Xingzhi suppressed his palpitations forcibly and fixed his eyes on the “Meng Chongguang” within the dream: “Have we been to Hutiao Ravine?”
Watching Xu Xingzhi carefully, some color finally returned to Meng Chongguang’s pale face: “. . . Shixiong wants to go to Hutiao Ravine?”
“Have we ever visited there before?”
Meng Chongguang firmly clasped Xu Xingzhi’s warm and soft palm, brightening up more and more. He regarded the remains behind him as an illusionary mirage: “Does Shixiong have an acquaintance at Hutiao Ravine? No matter where Shixiong wants to go, Chongguang will follow.”
Xu Xingzhi: “. . .”
In Meng Chongguang’s dream, they had never been to Hutiao Ravine up until this moment in time.
. . . In addition, he also heard the location “Lanqiao Slope” from Meng Chongguang.
Not long after he initially entered the savage wasteland, when the animal hide kidnapped him, he sent his men to monitor Meng Chongguang, and only after knowing that the other had headed to Lanqian Slope did he dare to proceed yet was caught red-handed in the middle of the act by Meng Chongguang who rushed back. The other ended up with a general disability and was locked up in brutal confinement.
The lord of Feng Mountain was known as the lord of the wasteland, but was really just an insignificant pawn. What’s more, after bumping into Nan Li and the origin giant one after another, Xu Xingzhi nearly forgot what that person did.
However Meng Chongguang seemed to be so hung up on this matter that he wanted to slaughter Feng Mountain again in his dream?
. . . He was probably genuinely afraid that something would happen to him ba.
Thinking of this, Xu Xingzhi’s heard softened as he looped his arms around Meng Chongguang and gently kissed the hair scattered on his forehead: “. . . You actually did such a foolish thing.”
The corner of Meng Chongguang’s lips twitched and he lifted his head in disbelief: “. . . Shixiong? You. . .”
Xu Xingzhi knew that the person before him was Meng Chongguang, who had not yet been “pardoned” by him, thus upon capturing his expression full of surprise, he felt a twinge in his heart.
He leaned over and kissed the other’s blood-stained nose bridge with his lips slowly: “If I knew how discomfited you were in your heart, I should have done this upon the first day I entered the wasteland.”
Meng Chongguang’s breath hitched, eyes boring into the person in front of him, then he suddenly made a move and flipped the other over, making the clothes on Xu Xingzhi’s back tear with a chila sound.
Xu Xingzhi placed his hands against the stone wall and turned his face sideways, attempting to take another look at the corpse that Meng Chongguang held in his arms earlier, trying to figure out why that figure had made him feel so cold and frightened.
Yet Meng Chongguang didn’t give him such a chance again. After realizing where Xu Xingzhi’s gaze fell, he lifted Xu Xingzhi up horizontally and Xu Xingzhi’s light and torn up garments flapped upwards at large angles, just like the spring clouds.
He strode away without even sparing the dead body behind him a glance.
. . . Or maybe he just didn’t dare to look at them any more, for fear that the remains were real and the person in his arms was fake.
The two of them had a wild time, almost as crazy as their night at the bathing pond in Nan Li’s Palace, practically making a complete round the entire winding stone path.
When Xu Xingzhi was sweating and panting uncontrollably, a few doubts still appeared in his heart: If the corpse was a phantom projection of the fear in Meng Chongguang’s heart, why didn’t it disappear after running into him?
Who exactly did those broken remains Meng Chongguang was embracing belong to? Why did they seem so familiar?
Meng Chongguang seemed to be dissatisfied with his distracted thoughts and made a fuss in his body like a small fish wagging its tail causing Xu Xingzhi’s expression to change, nearly crushing the rocks belong his palm into pebbles: “Be f*cking gent. . .”
Meng Chongguang had a stubborn expression full of grievance: “No.”
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Earlier, he had given the other permission to fool around when they were outside the cave, and now he didn’t expect that he would take the initiative to slip into his dreams to get f*cked as well.
Later, it got to the point during intercourse where each was turned upside down, gripping onto the other’s ankle firmly allowing the fluids to just spurt out.
After their frenzy, Xu Xingzhi still had enough strength, but Meng Chongguang seemed to have lost his bones and muscles and became limp on the ground, murmuring things in a daze.
Enduring the pain in his waist, Xu Xingzhi slowly got up, his long crow-colored hair with the hair crown removed fell over his shoulders.
He called out softly: “Chongguang?”
Meng Chongguang’s eyes were half-masted as he fell into another round of hysterical dreams, his hoarse voice carrying a tearful tone: “Shixiong. . . I will definitely find you. . . You aren’t allowed to go anywhere, I will find you no matter what. . . I run, I run very quickly. . .”
His words didn’t follow a clear line of logic, but just by listening to his tone, Xu Xingzhi was full of tender affection and kissed the other’s sweaty forehead once again.
When he made contact with the other’s forehead, a thought suddenly emerged in Xu Xingzhi’s mind.
. . . Maybe he can use this opportunity to read Meng Chongguang’s memories?
When he was reading up on the method to enter dreams just now, he had skimmed through the instructions for using this secret technique.
Xu Xingzhi took a few breaths, fused his six senses, concentrated his consciousness into his fingers and slowly pressed them against Meng Chongguang’s forehead.
Who would have thought that as soon as he entered, an ocean-like sorrow would wash over Xu Xingzhi like turbulent waves, making him dizzy and causing a splitting headache.
Out of instinct, Xu Xingzhi withdrew from Meng Chongguang’s sea of consciousness almost instantly.
Even so, Xu Xingzhi’s complexion still turned ghastly and pale due to the consequences of reading another’s sea of consciousness and staggered to his feet He stumbled a few steps away and ultimately leaned over to retch while supporting himself against the stone wall.
When his urge to vomit subsided a bit, he continued to lean against the wall as he was gasping for breath in large pants uncontrollably.
. . . He already couldn’t bear it through a brief touch, so. . . how did Meng Chongguang, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully by his side every day, endure these memories?
Author’s Chapter Summary:
Slaughter the mountain, mad love, entering the consciousness
The translator has something to say: it’s probably really easy to guess whose body that was and what would’ve made MCG go crazy and become so sorrowful over. . . so now the question becomes, why is this a part of MCG’s memory when XXZ isn’t actually dead?
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