ATAVID CH5: Spouting Nonsense

“No!” Shen Peiqiu’s voice was as cold as shattered jade.

He spoke urgently, a faint layer of pink coloring his aloof cheeks, a smear of light red spreading at the corners of his eyes.
“I am your Shizun. I raised you single-handedly. I am not only your Shizun, but also your family! Anyone in this world can, but absolutely not you.”

He paused slightly, his breathing a bit messy from their earlier entanglement, yet every word was like an ice blade: “If you continue to be this presumptuous, I will expel you from the sect.”

Lan Yuanzhou stared fixedly at the person in front of him.
The clear moonlight fell all over Shen Peiqiu’s shoulders. His black hair was loosely tied up with a plain jade hairpin, and a few stray strands hung by his cheeks, making that section of his neck look even more starkly white as jade.

The gaze he looked over with was very faint, as faint as the snow on the peaks of distant mountains that never melted all year round. Even though they were inches apart, there was an alienation as if separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, making it impossible for anyone to get half a bit closer.

But just a moment ago, he had even been pressed against the rockery by him, kissed until his breathing was in disarray.
It was like this every time, every time!

As long as he still bore the title of “disciple,” he could forever only stand below the steps, watching helplessly as others presented their admiration and delusions before Shen Peiqiu.
But how could he be willing to accept this?
What he wanted was more than just a master-disciple title.
He wanted to be Shen Peiqiu’s Dao companion, wanted to openly kiss and intimately linger with him, wanted to drag this person from the clouds down into the mortal realm, staining him with his own temperature and scent.

“Shizun?” Lan Yuanzhou suddenly let out a low chuckle, dark tides surging at the bottom of his eyes. “Shen Peiqiu, do you truly still want to be my Shizun?”

He abruptly closed in, firmly trapping the person between the jagged rockery and his own chest.
Wrists were gripped tightly, lifted, and heavily pressed against the cold stone surface, the force so great it almost crushed those slender wrist bones.
He then leaned down, once again kissing those lips that always spat out cold words.

Shen Peiqiu didn’t expect that even after just being bitten, he would still dare to be so presumptuous.
“Mmph…” That bite just now had clearly drawn blood; at this moment, the rusty, astringent scent still lingered between their lips and tongues.

He furrowed his brows, wanting to reprimand him, but his teeth were pried apart instead, a warm tongue forcefully pushing past his teeth.
The taste of blood spread within both of their mouths.
A silver thread of saliva, too late to be swallowed, slipped from the corner of their lips, soaking the plain white collar and leaving a patch of ambiguous traces.

Shen Peiqiu’s body trembled slightly.
He had always been sensitive. In just a moment, his legs went soft, and his waist went numb, forcing him to lean against the rockery behind him and the person in front of him to barely remain standing, fine whimpers spilling from his throat.

After a long time, Lan Yuanzhou finally brought himself to release those red, swollen lips.
The moonlight flowed like water, reflecting Shen Peiqiu’s unfocused pupils and his violently heaving chest.
The tide of lust had not faded, a numbness like tiny ants gnawing at his meridians. He subconsciously pressed his legs tightly together, his fingertips digging deeply into his palms.

At this moment, he was incomparably desperate for something to satisfy him.
Anything at all.

Lan Yuanzhou took in his aroused appearance completely, the possessiveness in his eyes as thick as ink.
He tilted his head, biting down neither lightly nor heavily on the corner of Shen Peiqiu’s crimson lips, leaving a clear tooth mark, before whispering hoarsely right next to his ear:

“Shizun, only I can satisfy you. The world thinks you are the Hanheng Immortal Venerable, unstained by worldly desires, but only I know that Shizun has very heavy desires.”
The paranoia in Lan Yuanzhou’s tone was almost overflowing. His voice was muffled and somewhat pitiful, “Shizun, so please don’t cast me aside…”

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Jiang Qunyu was just listening to the exciting part when that familiar dizzy sensation struck again without warning.
The next instant, the back of his neck tightened.

He was picked up by the scruff again and unceremoniously tossed aside.
The person who threw him wasn’t anyone else but Wei Xun.

The young man’s face was so pale it was almost transparent. As if he had just touched something unbearably filthy, his brows were tightly furrowed.
He drew a snow-white silk handkerchief from his sleeve and meticulously wiped his fingers. His movements were elegant yet filled with disgust, as if his fingertips were stained with some un-washable dirt.

Jiang Qunyu: “…”
What a dumbass.

He looked back; the two of them were already far away from the spot where they were eavesdropping just now.
Jiang Qunyu’s tone complained, “Couldn’t you wait until I finished listening before leaving?”
Making it so that now he could only rely on a few stray words to deduce where the current plotline had progressed to.

Sure enough, Wei Xun was deliberately trying to make things difficult for him.
It would have been fine if he hadn’t said anything, but upon saying this, Wei Xun seemed to suddenly be provoked into some sort of competitive urge. He violently grabbed the tree trunk next to him, leaned over, and started dry heaving again.

Fortunately, Jiang Qunyu was already used to it. He crossed his arms and looked up at the sky, “Stop throwing up, you can’t throw anything up anyway.”

After a long while, Wei Xun finally straightened up. His face was as white as the first snow, and he swept a cold glance at Jiang Qunyu.
“As expected,” Wei Xun said with a sarcastic tone, “A demon is a demon in the end; you’re only interested in romantic affairs.”

Jiang Qunyu was already very annoyed looking at Wei Xun right now, so hearing him say this naturally made him feel displeased.
“Heh, you’d best not be interested in this kind of thing for the rest of your life. Don’t wait until later when you suddenly remember what happened tonight, and wish you could slice that person into a thousand pieces.”

Who was he pretending for? Acting all aloof and pure now, throwing up like this just from seeing others kiss. But in the original book, didn’t Wei Xun’s later hatred for Lan Yuanzhou arise from precisely these unclear, ambiguous entanglements?
He had hated Lan Yuanzhou so much that he wanted to eat his flesh alive.

“Impossible.” Wei Xun’s black eyes were extremely cold and clear. “I will not sleep with anyone, much less get intimate with anyone.”

Seeing him speak so confidently, Jiang Qunyu found it funny in his heart, “What if one day you learn of someone’s physique, where anyone who dual cultivates with them can get twice the result with half the effort in their cultivation?”
He paused, asking, “What will you do then?”

Wei Xun’s dark, heavy eyes stared at him. “You are certain I will have such a day. Why?”

Jiang Qunyu curled the corners of his lips, speaking half-truthfully, “Because I am your inner demon.”
He softened his voice, carrying a bit of bewitchment, “The desires hidden at the bottom of your heart, the cravings you haven’t even realized yourself, I am completely clear on all of them.”

It was unknown whether Wei Xun believed him or not, but he only gave him a deep look before turning and brushing past him.
Carrying that long sword gleaming with a cold light, he continued walking forward.

Probably because he had been out for too long, Jiang Qunyu’s soul body was a bit unstable.
It just so happened he didn’t want to watch Wei Xun kill people anyway, so with a shift in thought, he simply transformed into a round, chubby ball of black mist.
Smack, he landed steadily on top of Wei Xun’s head.

Wei Xun actually didn’t drive him away.
His footsteps paused, his ink-black pupils shifting slowly, who knew what he was thinking.

Jiang Qunyu rolled twice on his head, finding the most comfortable position to lie down, and realized for the first time that Wei Xun really looked like a ghost right now.
He actually made no sound when he walked, so light.

His thoughts gradually drifted away.
One moment, he was thinking that when he got a body in the future, he absolutely had to touch Wei Xun to see if this guy actually had a body temperature.
The next moment, he was pondering how to get stabbed a couple of times as soon as possible, so he could hurry up and die again.

Thinking and thinking, Jiang Qunyu fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was because he was choked awake, unable to catch his breath.
Jiang Qunyu: “?”

He dazedly opened his eyes, barely gathering a bit of consciousness, only to meet Wei Xun’s icy, deadpan face.
He was stunned at once, his tone full of bewilderment: “Wasn’t I lying perfectly fine on your head? How did I end up here?”

The corners of Wei Xun’s lips curled into an extremely faint arc, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, it revealed a bit of malicious amusement: “Yeah, I grabbed you down.”

“…” Jiang Qunyu was exasperated: “Fine, you grabbed me, but why are you tying me up?”

Wei Xun used a finger to hook the Soul-Binding Thread tied around the black mist ball, tying Jiang Qunyu even tighter.
He chuckled lightly, the corners of his eyes drooping slightly, showing great mercy as he explained to Jiang Qunyu, “Mmm, this is the Soul-Binding Thread.”
He paused for a moment, “Do you know what this is?”

Jiang Qunyu: “…”
It would be weird if he knew. He wasn’t a native, how would he recognize this kind of bizarre thing?

Wei Xun continued, “Actually, from the first day you appeared in my sea of consciousness, I’ve been thinking about how to kill you. I just didn’t expect you to be trickier than I thought. Moreover, you are very strange.”

Jiang Qunyu wasn’t afraid of his interrogation; anyway, he was best at making things up and could always bluff his way through.
It was just that being tangled up by the Soul-Binding Thread right now was uncomfortable. That silver thread strangled his soul body as if it had a life of its own, leaving him stuck in limbo. In comparison, taking a direct stab would be much more straightforward.
Right now, it instead felt like hanging halfway and getting stuck, unable to fully die—an incredibly frustrating feeling.

“Shouldn’t your ass be running for your life right now? Put me down first, let’s run for our lives first, alright?” Jiang Qunyu tried to reason with him.
Wei Xun: “No.”

Jiang Qunyu was furious.
How long had he been asleep anyway?
Where were they right now?

Likely seeing what he was thinking, Wei Xun continued: “You say you are my inner demon, but you don’t look like you know all my memories. Or rather, are you not my inner demon at all?”
“So I thought about it. No matter what kind of thing you are—whether you’re my inner demon or some other evil spirit—you should have spiritual sense. Since you have spiritual sense, then this Soul-Binding Thread is useful. It can even tie up a formless soul body. As long as I tie you up, I can naturally find a way to kill you.”

Hearing this, Jiang Qunyu struggled a few times and found that he truly couldn’t get out.
Jiang Qunyu had no choice but to say, “Actually, if you let me go, I can also lie down and let you kill me. I promise I won’t move an inch.”

Wei Xun lowered his eyes, his tone as cold as the dead of winter, “Do you think I would believe the words of an inner demon?”

Jiang Qunyu felt like he was suffocating, “I don’t care if you believe it or not, let me go quickly. Do you know what it feels like to wear thermal underwear inside out? I’m going to suffocate to death!”

Wei Xun had never seen such a strange thing before.
Say he was his inner demon, but he didn’t know why he despised this face.
But say he wasn’t his inner demon, yet he happened to act like he understood him very well.
But no matter the situation, he only felt that this ball of black mist was truly an extreme eyesore.

His brows knit together, and the Soul-Devouring Sword had already appeared in his hand out of thin air. Without hesitation, the blade thrust straight for Jiang Qunyu’s heart.

Jiang Qunyu blurted out a curse: “Not again!”
He rolled twice on the ground in a sorry state.

Wei Xun looked down at him from above, his eyes sinister, his tone filled with undisguised disgust: “As expected, one cannot believe even half a sentence from an inner demon.”

“Release me first!” Jiang Qunyu cursed up a storm, “And can you fucking stab somewhere else?!”
Stop stabbing him in the heart! It hurts a lot!
“Fuck your uncle!”

A sinister glint flashed in Wei Xun’s eyes. “I don’t have an uncle.”
Jiang Qunyu: “Then fuck your dad!”

The Soul-Devouring Sword sank into the black mist inch by inch. Jiang Qunyu’s vision went black from the pain, almost bursting into tears.

Wei Xun’s voice grew colder: “I don’t have a dad.”
Jiang Qunyu: “…Then fuck your ancestors to the eighteenth generation.”
Wei Xun: “I don’t have ancestors.”
Jiang Qunyu: “So your ass popped out of a crack in a rock! Then fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

The more Jiang Qunyu spoke, the more unlucky he felt, but he also felt he couldn’t lose in momentum, so he cursed Wei Xun while dry heaving.
Wei Xun’s face completely sank like a freezing pool: “I will kill you.”
Jiang Qunyu didn’t show weakness: “I will torture you, fuck you.”

Fifteen minutes later.

Jiang Qunyu’s voice had gone hoarse from cursing, yet he was still paralyzed on the ground.
He even rather considerately rolled over: “Do you want to try stabbing from the back? Lying down all this time, my back hurts.”

“Ugly” was no longer enough to describe Wei Xun’s expression. Jiang Qunyu felt that if looks could manifest physically, he would have long been sliced into a thousand pieces by now.
Wei Xun said no more. Raising his hand, he threw a lightning talisman at him.
After a crackling explosion, the black mist scattered slightly and then gathered together again.

Jiang Qunyu smacked his lips, his tone actually somewhat unsatisfied: “Throwing it on the back feels all tingly and numb, quite comfortable actually. Can you throw another one?”
Wei Xun: “…”

Jiang Qunyu rolled half a circle smugly and scoffed lightly: “I told you earlier, you can’t kill me. Why didn’t you believe it?”
Wei Xun cast a cold look at him, turned, and went out.

Waiting until the footsteps completely faded away, Jiang Qunyu finally relaxed slowly and carefully examined his surroundings.
This was an extremely clean immortal cave. The furnishings were concise, revealing a rigid sense of order everywhere.
On the stone bed lay a black cloud-patterned blanket, its surface so flat there wasn’t a single wrinkle. Beside the bed, a pair of cloud-patterned soft boots were placed side by side, their tips pointing perfectly straight outward.
A small desk carved from cold jade was shiny enough to reflect a person. On it quietly rested an ink-jade seal, the jade lustrous and flawless. In the corner, a pot of cold incense burned silently, the line of smoke thin and perfectly straight, rising soundlessly into the void.

Without much thought, Jiang Qunyu confirmed that this was Wei Xun’s immortal cave.
He just didn’t know what Wei Xun was thinking. Right now, top to bottom of the Lingxiao Sect should already know that he had escaped.
No, Jiang Qunyu suddenly realized, Wei Xun had set a fire when he came out.
He must have used some methods so that those people wouldn’t suspect him.
As long as he didn’t show himself on his own initiative, no one would know he had escaped.
Could this be hiding in plain sight right under their noses?

Jiang Qunyu grumbled and cursed Wei Xun for a good while.
Before he had cursed for long, Wei Xun returned.

He seemed to have finally figured something out and was no longer hell-bent on taking Jiang Qunyu’s life.
But Jiang Qunyu was suffering, “Untie me, I’m about to suffocate.”
Wei Xun turned a deaf ear.

“Wei Xun— Wei Xun—” Jiang Qunyu called him tirelessly.
Wei Xun raised his hand, and a soundproofing barrier directly dropped down.
Jiang Qunyu: “…”

This one man and one inner demon had exhausted each other with their tossing about.

Wei Xun ignored him, turning and entering the inner room. When he came out again, he had changed out of those thin inner garments and put on a clean outer robe.
His eyelids lifted slightly, glancing at the ball of black mist that had rolled to the side of the bed at some unknown time. Without saying a word, he lay down in his clothes on the other side of the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Jiang Qunyu cursed inwardly, what a pompous bastard.
Calming down, he started thinking about his situation again.

It seemed Wei Xun planned to lay low in his cave for a period of time.
But that made sense; right now, the entire Lingxiao Sect was probably searching everywhere for the arsonist.
But just based on the fact that those Lingxiao Sect elders dared to leave only two outer disciples to keep watch outside the water dungeon, it was enough to prove how arrogant they were about the restrictions set by their own elders.
They probably wouldn’t be able to imagine, even if they racked their brains, that the one causing the Lingxiao Sect to be in a state of anxious panic was the very Wei Xun whose cultivation had been completely lost overnight.

It was just tough for Jiang Qunyu; for the next period of time, he would probably have to share a room with this lunatic.
Of course, actually, even outside it was just the two of them alone. After all, besides Wei Xun, no one else could see him.

But that was fine too; this way he could die faster.
Just die six more times and he would be free.
At that time, he definitely had to stay far away from Wei Xun, the farther the better.

Jiang Qunyu rolled his eyes in Wei Xun’s direction, rolled his body, and also closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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