ATAVID CH4: I Will Kill You With My Own Hands

Jiang Qunyu originally thought he would die without a doubt this time, but to his surprise, he was actually still “alive.”
Was it because the interval between the two deaths was too short?
Did this book transmigration come with an HP lock?

“Why aren’t you dead yet?” Wei Xun had a look of disgust on his face.
He was truly repulsed to the extreme by this “desire” that had suddenly bred in his sea of consciousness, especially since this inner demon was wearing his face.
That made it even more disgusting.

Jiang Qunyu couldn’t hold back an eye roll. Did he think he didn’t want to die?
He had lain perfectly still on Wei Xun’s shoulder, and hadn’t he still failed to die?
If he had actually managed to die, he’d probably be on his third respawn by now.
Who knew when this so-called self-defense mechanism would be lifted?

Jiang Qunyu’s disgust towards Wei Xun increased by a few notches.
This person was simply moody and unpredictable, completely illogical in his madness.
He couldn’t believe half a word from him; otherwise, who knows when he’d be stabbed in the back?

He coldly sneered “Hehe” without any expression, and simply provoked: “Because I am your inner demon. We share the same life and death. Unless you die first, how could I disappear?”
After saying that, he lazily draped himself over Wei Xun’s shoulder again, waiting for Wei Xun’s next move.

Sure enough, Wei Xun stopped in his tracks.
He curled the corners of his mouth gloomily, and then, just like last time, ruthlessly yanked Jiang Qunyu off his shoulder.
At the same time, that long sword, glowing white as jade, appeared in his hand once again.

Jiang Qunyu knew he was going to kill him again. He was happy to see it happen and didn’t struggle.
He appeared exceptionally obedient in Wei Xun’s hands.
It was just that as the tip of the sword drew close, he suddenly opened his mouth and made a small request, “Hey, I say, can you stab somewhere else this time? It hurt a lot last time.”

Hearing this, Wei Xun’s ink-black eyes shifted. Not knowing what he thought of, he let go of Jiang Qunyu again.
Regaining his freedom, Jiang Qunyu had a bizarre expression. “You’re not going to kill me again?”
Wei Xun lowered his eyes thoughtfully, the corners of his lips curving slightly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
He sounded genuinely confused as he asked softly, “Why do you always want me to kill you?”
He concealed the disgust in his eyes. “I changed my mind. I shouldn’t kill you; instead, I should torture you bit by bit.”

Jiang Qunyu: “…”
He absolutely did not want that.
He’d rather Wei Xun give him a quick death with a single sword strike.

However, Jiang Qunyu could also see now that Wei Xun had grown suspicious, and he probably wouldn’t be able to die anytime soon.
He simply couldn’t be bothered to drape over the other’s shoulder anymore. With a sway of his body, he transformed into an exact replica of Wei Xun, crossed his arms, and walked ahead.

The air was filled with damp and cold moisture. Clinging to the skin, it was as cold as water-soaked silk.
Wei Xun stood in that hazy light and shadow, staring gloomily at Jiang Qunyu’s back. The aura around him was even heavier than the night, as if born from boundless darkness.

Jiang Qunyu walked for a distance and then stopped.
He couldn’t be too far away from Wei Xun now; otherwise, he would be forcibly yanked back to the other party’s side like last time.
He turned his head, roughly estimating the distance between him and Wei Xun—about a hundred meters.
It was considered the safe distance between him and Wei Xun.

Seeing Wei Xun still standing in place, unmoving, Jiang Qunyu asked with some impatience, “Are you coming or not?”
Wei Xun’s eyes were cold and disgusted. “Use this face again, and I will kill you.”
Looking at his expression, Jiang Qunyu felt like he could throw up in the next second.
If he threw up again, this would be the third time!

Jiang Qunyu reached the end of his patience. “Wei Xun, can you be a bit reasonable? I’m your inner demon, whose face should I use if not yours?”
This dog-like temper was too hard to serve.
And he made it seem like he really wanted to use this face. If it wasn’t because of the setting, he wouldn’t use his face at all!

Wei Xun walked over, his eyelashes pressed very low, casting a heavy, cold shadow under his pale eyes.
Without speaking to Jiang Qunyu again, he walked forward on his own.
“Hey, wait, wait for me!”
Jiang Qunyu was irritated enough and quickly followed.

Wei Xun wasn’t a talkative person, so even though Jiang Qunyu prided himself on not being a chatterbox, in contrast to him, his words seemed exceptionally abundant.
“Hey, let me ask you, why don’t you like your face? Then do you not look in the mirror normally? What do you do when you see this face in the mirror? Do you throw up, too?”
“Has no one ever praised your looks from childhood to adulthood?”

Jiang Qunyu talked until his mouth was dry. Seeing Wei Xun treating him like he was invisible, he puffed out his cheeks. “Hey, I’m asking you.”
He simply turned around and walked backwards.
Wei Xun’s eyes were usually half-drooping, looking gloomy and ferocious.
But on Jiang Qunyu’s face, the corners of the eyes tilted up slightly, revealing a bit of lively beauty.

At this moment, these eyes stared straight at Wei Xun. Jiang Qunyu even raised a hand and waved it in front of his eyes: “Can you not see me?”
“Wei Xun? Wei Xun!”
He dragged out his ending syllables: “Wei Xun—”

Wei Xun finally lifted his thin eyelids, not bothering to conceal the disgust in the depths of his eyes. “Scram.”
“Answer me first,” Jiang Qunyu muttered. “I thought you really couldn’t hear.”
Wei Xun’s lips pressed into a straight line, his jawline drawn tight. Perhaps unable to bear Jiang Qunyu’s noise any longer, he finally spat out one word, “No.”

“Then what on earth are you angry about?” Jiang Qunyu asked.
Wei Xun: “I’m not angry.”
Jiang Qunyu: “You are clearly angry.”
Wei Xun: “You saw wrong.”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t speak anymore. He stared at Wei Xun. He didn’t have much of an expression, only that the darkness in his eyes was extremely heavy, like thick ink that had accumulated all night and couldn’t be dissolved.
Then, Jiang Qunyu suddenly stood in place, imitating Wei Xun’s current appearance.
Slightly drooping his brows and eyes, pursing his lips tightly, even mimicking the tight curve of the jaw to perfection.

“This is what you look like right now,” he evaluated seriously. “Very ugly.”
Wei Xun only cast a faint glance at him. “Shut up.”
“Oh.” Jiang Qunyu shrugged indifferently.

The two didn’t know how long they had walked. Of course, Jiang Qunyu also didn’t understand why Wei Xun didn’t fly down the mountain on his sword.
Every time he asked, Wei Xun would only coldly tell him to shut up.
When Wei Xun looked at Jiang Qunyu expressionlessly once again, Jiang Qunyu had already skillfully picked up the conversation, “Alright, alright, I know, shut up, right? I’ll shut up.”

Jiang Qunyu, with a piece of foxtail grass manifested from demonic energy dangling from his mouth, gloated, “You complain that I talk too much now, but when the day comes that I’m not here, and there’s no one to talk to you, don’t regret it.”
Wei Xun paused and asked as if inadvertently: “Oh? You are my inner demon, can you also die?”
“Of course, once your sword path…” Jiang Qunyu abruptly stopped. He turned his head and met Wei Xun’s eyes, black as the night.

Fuck! Wei Xun was trying to trick information out of him. He almost blurted it out.
But the voice by his ear had told him back then that he absolutely could not speak of the rule that being killed as an inner demon seven times would let him live again, otherwise his soul would immediately scatter and disperse.

Seeing him react, a trace of pity flashed through Wei Xun’s eyes. The corners of his mouth curled extremely lightly. “So you can be killed.”
His gaze landed on Jiang Qunyu, giving a feeling as if being licked by a snake’s tongue. The blood in Jiang Qunyu’s body instantly slowed half a beat.
He wasn’t actually afraid of Wei Xun; what he was afraid of was turning to dust in the next second.

Fortunately, he hadn’t finished the sentence. After a long while, seeing that he was still standing in one piece in front of Wei Xun, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Meeting Wei Xun’s gaze, he twitched the corners of his mouth. “Naturally. If you die, I naturally will die too. Or you can hand your body over to me and go die yourself, that works too.”
Wei Xun’s expression was cold. He was silent for a long time before suddenly scoffing lightly: “One day, I will kill you with my own hands. When that time comes, I will order people to set off fireworks on the city walls all night long, lighting up the entire city brightly, which should be worthy of seeing you off.”

If he weren’t restricted by the plot, Jiang Qunyu really wanted to tell Wei Xun that, in reality, right before he died later on, he still hadn’t completely broken his inner demon.
“It’s not certain who between the two of us will die first. Maybe in the end, you’ll be the one to die, and the body will go to me.” Jiang Qunyu shrugged.

He spoke these words completely genuinely; it wasn’t just to bicker with Wei Xun.
He had thought it through. If Wei Xun still went down the same old path as the original book’s plot, only sacrificing his inner demon five times before falling in love with Shen Peiqiu and ultimately dying under Lan Yuanzhou’s sword…
Then the original promise given to Jiang Qunyu of regaining a new body would probably just be empty talk.
If it really came to that, he would directly snatch Wei Xun’s body and live on using his body.

Anyway, when he first transmigrated over, he had already taken a look. Jiang Qunyu was still very satisfied with Wei Xun’s body.
Although it was a bit emaciated due to years of imprisonment, what it should have… was of considerable size.
When Jiang Qunyu first saw it, he was secretly jealous for quite a while. He could only say that it was indeed the standard configuration for the secondary top in a restricted 18+ novel.

Wei Xun didn’t speak anymore. He glanced at Jiang Qunyu. There was no anger in that gaze, not even any emotion, only a stagnant-water-like indifference, as if looking at a clump of eyesore air.
He withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

This time, Jiang Qunyu wasn’t in the mood to talk to Wei Xun anymore. The man and his inner demon walked very fast.
Because today was the grand wedding of the Lingxiao Sect Leader’s biological grandson, and the Rong family was a prominent family in the cultivation world, Wei Miao and Rong Wangshu’s Dao Companion ceremony was held with the utmost grandeur.

Red silk was paved all the way from the mountain peak to the foot. The green pines and cypresses all over the mountain were wrapped in brightly colored ribbons. When the wind blew, the silk shadows fluttered, flapping loudly.
Wei Xun didn’t just carry his sword and barge right in.
Among those present today, aside from the various elders of the Lingxiao Sect, there was no lack of mighty figures from the other major sects.
If he appeared rashly, even if his cultivation had greatly surged now, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t fall into their hands again.

Besides, he hadn’t been cultivating the demonic path for long. Even though he really wanted to kill them right now, it was better to plan for the long term first.
Jiang Qunyu asked, “Aren’t you going to kill them?”

Wei Xun cast a glance at him with a look reserved for idiots.
He turned and walked in the opposite direction of the main peak, his tone laden with sarcasm, “Why is my inner demon so stupid? To actually ask this kind of question.”
“Do you really think that with my current cultivation base, I can kill those old men in the sect who have cultivated for thousands of years?”

Jiang Qunyu: “…”
He was very dissatisfied with the way Wei Xun looked at him.
Of course, he knew that; he wasn’t stupid.
But who told the original book to write a plotline where Wei Xun slaughtered the entire Lingxiao Sect?

However, Jiang Qunyu thought about it and also felt it was unlikely. That plot point should happen much later.
Understanding it was one thing, but he wouldn’t concede defeat verbally: “I am your inner demon. What I say is naturally the deepest desire in your heart.”

This time, Wei Xun didn’t refute it.
Jiang Qunyu took it as a tacit agreement. Feeling like he had won back a point, he hummed an off-key tune in a quite good mood.
“Then where are you going now?”

Wei Xun sneered, “Naturally to take back what is mine.”
He paused, his words cold and cruel, “Of course, if I can kill a few old acquaintances, that would naturally be even better.”

Jiang Qunyu had no intention of stopping him.
Along the way, Wei Xun hadn’t truly gone on a killing spree yet.
Jiang Qunyu recalled the two disciples at the water dungeon, roughly guessing that the ones he wanted to kill were the disciples he had saved in the secret realm back then.
“If you kill them, can you retreat in one piece?” Jiang Qunyu asked.

Seemingly not expecting him to ask such a question, Wei Xun was stunned. After a long while, he replied, “I don’t know.”
Jiang Qunyu also didn’t know why he asked.
He clearly knew how the plot of the original book would unfold.

An unprovoked sense of irritability surged in his heart, and he added stiffly: “You will be able to walk out of here.”
Wei Xun laughed: “Is that so?”

Before Jiang Qunyu could respond, Wei Xun stopped in his tracks without any warning.
Jiang Qunyu didn’t notice in time and almost bumped into his back.
“What’s wrong?” Jiang Qunyu asked.

Wei Xun frowned in disgust, his voice pulled extremely tight: “There are people ahead.”
This was the first time Jiang Qunyu had seen such a disgusted expression on Wei Xun’s face, apart from when he looked at his own face.
He tilted his head and listened carefully.

A series of soft, wet, and sticky sounds faintly drifted over, particularly clear in the silent night.
One after another, mixed with suppressed panting from the throat, the fine watery sounds blended with disordered breathing, making the listener’s ears burn hot.
Jiang Qunyu’s old face flushed red.

He coughed lightly. Just as he was about to turn away to avoid it, he heard a crisp “Slap—”.
“Lan Yuanzhou! Do you still know who I am?!” A man’s voice was filled with extreme anger, yet carried an indescribable tremor.

The other voice was slightly hoarse, its tone somewhere between a teenager and a young man.
Despite being slapped, he didn’t get angry. Instead, he revealed a deep sense of grievance, “Who are you? How could I not know who you are? You are my Shizun, and even more so the one I admire! I love you. What did I do wrong? Why can others, but only I cannot?!”

Jiang Qunyu pulled back his outstretched foot.
Wait a minute. Shizun, Lan Yuanzhou, two men.
It couldn’t be such a coincidence that it’s the protagonist top and bottom, right?!

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