ATAVID CH17: Getting Married and Having Children

“Can you even control what I think?” Jiang Qunyu didn’t know Wei Xun was leaning in extremely close. He barely propped himself up, and his entire person passed straight through Wei Xun’s semi-transparent soul body.

That feeling was like passing through a patch of cold mist, carrying a bone-piercing chill.

Jiang Qunyu’s movements paused. He didn’t say anything, turned around, and continued walking forward.

The people of the Lingxiao Sect would not let the matter drop easily; they were merely bluffed for the moment.

Once they reacted, the news that Wei Xun was still alive would likely spread very quickly. When the time came, the ones chasing after them wouldn’t be just these few people.

Although he had just decided to block a few more swords for Wei Xun in the future, right now, this body of Wei Xun’s was already overwhelmed.

If another sword strike came, maybe he really would have to die together with Wei Xun.

That would be too unlucky.

The most important thing right now was to find a safe place to heal his wounds and make further plans once the body was somewhat better.

Wei Xun pulled at the corners of his lips and didn’t respond.

His ink-black long hair hung loose, his eyes deep and dark.

He stood in place, coldly watching Jiang Qunyu’s staggering back.

The youth was blind, walking with stumbling steps. In less than two steps, he tripped over a tree root again and fell heavily to the ground, his palms scraping against the dirt.

Wei Xun watched for quite a while before finally stepping forward.

He reached out, grabbed his back collar to haul the person up, threw a clean moon-white outer robe into his arms, and said coldly, “Put it on, follow me.”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t refuse.

More than half the night had passed. Although the wounds had stopped bleeding, the soaked clothes clung to his body, sticky and cold, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Being mad at Wei Xun was one thing, but he wouldn’t mistreat himself over such matters.

He groped around to put on the outer robe. As his fingertips touched the slight coolness of the fabric, he suddenly remembered something and asked, “When are you swapping back?”

Wei Xun lowered his eyes, a light blue silk ribbon condensing in his palm once again.

His icy fingertips grasped Jiang Qunyu’s wrist, carefully wrapped the ribbon around twice, and tied a loose knot.

He lifted his eyes and glanced at the distant canopy of heaven. The stars had faded, and the ink-black sky was beginning to spread a bit of pale blue-white.

Wei Xun’s tone was flat: “At dawn.”

“Oh.” Jiang Qunyu nodded, raised his hand to point at his own eyes, and mocked coldly, “Then is there a need to tie a white silk blindfold here now?”

Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Qunyu also realized that when Wei Xun couldn’t see before, he never saw him wear a white silk blindfold.

He only tied it after he possessed the body. Yet this psychopath even threatened him, saying that if he went blind, he would make him possess the body every day, making him believe it for a long time.

Actually, it was just that he didn’t want the Lingxiao Sect disciples to recognize this face.

Wei Xun said expressionlessly: “No need.”

Jiang Qunyu sneered.

He knew it.

Wei Xun ignored him. Tugging the silk ribbon, he turned and walked forward.

The silk ribbon gently pulled taut, leading the youth behind him.

Jiang Qunyu originally held his breath out of anger over Wei Xun’s scheming, thinking he absolutely wouldn’t say another word to him tonight.

But he didn’t have the kind of personality that could hold things in, and besides, they would have to spend a lot of time together day and night in the future.

Therefore, after deliberating for a moment, Jiang Qunyu still couldn’t resist asking, “Where are we going now?”

Wei Xun’s footsteps paused. He turned to look at him, crashing into the youth’s misty eyes, and said faintly: “To find water.”

As soon as the words fell, the head that had rolled onto the ground surfaced in Jiang Qunyu’s mind again. His stomach churned violently, and he abruptly bent over to dry heave.

Wei Xun had long since reached inedia (bigu), and this body had also been empty for a long time. After throwing up for half a day, he only spat out a few mouthfuls of sour fluid, his throat aching from the astringency.

Jiang Qunyu calmed down for a while before getting up again, urging, “We do have to find water.”

He needed to wash himself thoroughly.

Seeing his state, Wei Xun smiled cryptically: “Why is it that you, an inner demon, get so scared from killing people?”

“Because I am a good demon who loves peace.” Jiang Qunyu frowned and choked back at him. Changing the subject, he asked, “What about you? When you killed someone for the first time, could you be this calm?”

Wei Xun didn’t reply. Lowering his eyes, he concealed the heavy darkness that flashed through them, and in an instant, recovered his usual cold hostility.

He turned back and continued walking forward, giving a light sneer as a reminder: “Jiang Qunyu, you have to get used to it. This is the cultivation world, not the mortal realm. In the future, you will only have to kill more people.”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t retort.

Actually, he had understood this a long time ago. But understanding was one thing; accepting it required a certain amount of time.

Unwilling to fall to a disadvantage, he grinned and pulled a ruthless smile: “That’s natural. Sooner or later, you will also die by my hands.”

Wei Xun casually gave an “Mm”, not caring in the slightest.

Jiang Qunyu was choked severely by his perfunctory appearance, muttering and cursing Wei Xun for quite a while before his anger dissipated.

It was just that this body had already lost too much blood, coupled with the severe injuries. Even though he had swallowed a large handful of pills, he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Not walking far, Jiang Qunyu felt his forehead burning hot, his mind dizzy and heavy.

He tugged the silk ribbon on his wrist and complained hoarsely, “Can you fucking walk a bit slower, my head hurts so much it’s going to explode.”

Wei Xun laughed out loud, yet his voice carried a chill: “When you stabbed yourself, your hand was quite fast.”

Despite saying that, the footsteps beneath his feet unconsciously slowed down.

If it weren’t for the fact that this dumbass just tried to drag him down to perish together earlier, Jiang Qunyu would have had the illusion that Wei Xun was accommodating him.

“Do you think everyone is like you, a lunatic who doesn’t treat his own life as a life?” Jiang Qunyu’s head was splitting, his face as white as paper.

His tone was full of resentment, “If you hadn’t suddenly gone crazy and schemed against me, I wouldn’t have wanted to kill you.”

He chuckled lightly: “After all, I am your inner demon. If you want to die, you die, but I still need this body of yours to live.”

Wei Xun stopped and stopped walking.

He turned around, his plain white clothes fluttering slightly in the night wind, his eyes full of gloom: “Why do you want this body?”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t know he had stopped and was still supporting himself against trees, inching forward.

A malicious smile hooked at the corners of his lips as he casually spouted nonsense: “Naturally, to use your body in the future to marry a delicate beauty and live a life with a wife, kids, and a warm bed.”

He had already walked right in front of Wei Xun, face to face. Wei Xun’s dark, gloomy eyes were sinister, unblinkingly watching him walk toward him.

Like an embrace.

It wasn’t until Jiang Qunyu passed through a patch of coldness that he suddenly felt the world spin.

The next instant, the feeling of his head hurting so much it was about to explode abruptly vanished.

Along with it, his entire body suddenly felt lighter. The thick darkness before his eyes also receded, and his field of vision became clear again.

He was stunned for a moment, subconsciously lifting his eyes to look through the gaps in the densely packed leaves.

Scattered stars were still dotted across the distant canopy of heaven, and the bright moon in the distance was veiled in a faint layer of gauze.

It wasn’t dawn yet.

But Wei Xun had returned to his own body.

He blinked and turned his head to look at the person behind him.

Wei Xun lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently rubbing that section of light blue silk ribbon on his wrist. His expression was calm, without the slightest bit of surprise.

Jiang Qunyu was too clear on how that body felt. A splitting headache aside, the large and small sword wounds all over his body were still throbbing with pain; even breathing pulled at his flesh.

Just now, to stop the pain, he had swallowed all the remaining pills.

Now that the medicinal efficacy had mostly dissipated, that dull ache was drilling into his bones bit by bit.

But Wei Xun acted as if he completely didn’t know pain. Except for his complexion being unpleasantly pale, his back remained as straight as a green pine, without the slightest hunch.

He took two steps forward.

Stepping on the dead branches under the accumulated leaves, the crisp cracking sound was infinitely magnified in the bizarrely quiet forest.

It startled the gloomy blue spirit butterflies resting in the forest to take flight, their phosphorescence flowing like a shattered galaxy suddenly rising.

They had probably reached the center of the forest. The surroundings were all towering ancient trees. The dense foliage overhead overlapped, concealing the sky, save for the occasional gaps that poured down cold moonlight, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

“Let’s go.” Wei Xun raised his eyes and “looked” at him.

Jiang Qunyu raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes: “You used your divine sense?”

A smile pulled at the corners of Wei Xun’s lips, his eyes carrying a bit of disdain: “I’m not that useless yet.”

Jiang Qunyu: “…”

This dumbass!

He was so angry his chest felt tight. Without another word, he went to untie that section of light blue silk ribbon on his wrist. Wrapping the silk ribbon in black mist, he tugged it and said straightforwardly, “Then walk yourself, don’t bother me.”

Wei Xun actually didn’t care.

Only, when Jiang Qunyu was untying the silk ribbon on his wrist, he suddenly spoke, his tone threatening viciously: “Jiang Qunyu, if you dare use my body to marry a wife and have children, I will kill them.”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t expect him to have such a huge reaction.

Only then did he remember that in the original plot, Wei Xun liked men. No wonder hearing that he wanted to marry a wife and have children made him so angry.

He found it funny and provoked: “You’ll be dead by then, yet you still want to manage my marrying a wife and having children.”

“Even as a ghost, I will crawl out and kill them one by one in front of you.”

Wei Xun’s face sank severely, the black energy surrounding his body churning a bit more, clearly genuinely angered.

Jiang Qunyu curled his lips. Only the magistrates are allowed to set fires, while the common people aren’t even allowed to light lamps.

Then in the future, he’d still have to watch Wei Xun and Shen Peiqiu being entangled in lingering affection.

“You’ve probably forgotten that you’re already a ghost now. If you die again, I’m afraid you won’t even leave a soul behind,” Jiang Qunyu said.

The ground was dark and gloomy. Jiang Qunyu couldn’t use divine sense.

Relying solely on the faint light of the fluttering spirit butterflies, he couldn’t see the path ahead clearly at all and could only slowly inch his steps forward.

He was just pondering which way to go when his back neck was suddenly gently brushed by icy fingertips, carrying a barely-there touch.

Jiang Qunyu abruptly stopped and turned to look at Wei Xun.

The youth remained in that cold appearance. Although his face was pale, his gaze was very heavy.

His tone revealed a bit of seriousness as he enunciated every word: “Jiang Qunyu, did you hear me? Don’t use my body to do such disgusting things.”

Jiang Qunyu met his pitch-black pupils and froze.

If Jiang Qunyu hadn’t already confirmed just now that Wei Xun couldn’t see, he would have thought Wei Xun was lying to him.

The place Wei Xun touched felt as if bitten by a venomous snake; Jiang Qunyu’s heart felt a bit creeped out.

“Fine.” He raised his hand and wiped his back neck fiercely a couple of times, as if to wipe away that bit of chill, raised his eyes, and said, “I promise you, but you also have to promise me. As long as I am on your body for a single day, you cannot use this body to be intimate with others.”

He didn’t have the hobby of watching live erotica.

“Naturally.” Wei Xun frowned in disgust, seeming to find this condition boring and superfluous.

Jiang Qunyu was still very at ease with the early-stage Wei Xun who hadn’t been possessed by a love-struck brain yet. He thought about it and added a sentence: “Neither men nor women will do.”

Sensing that he deliberately emphasized the word “men,” a trace of confusion flashed through Wei Xun’s eyes: “You always seem to default to assuming I will do certain things.”

“As long as you promise, it’s fine.” Jiang Qunyu wouldn’t tell him the original book’s plot, only saying coldly.

“Heh.” Wei Xun’s tone was faint, carrying a bit of mockery. “Jiang Qunyu, not everyone is like you, with a brain filled only with things like marrying a wife and having children.”

Jiang Qunyu took it as his agreement, looking at his handsome yet cold and ruthless profile.

He remembered how, in the original book, Wei Xun later fell in love with Shen Peiqiu, resulting in the fall of Yunque City and his soul shattering and scattering.

A trace of sympathy unconsciously crept into his eyes: “Wei Xun, I kindly remind you, as a villain like you, the most taboo thing is getting involved in love and romance. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died when the time comes.”

Wei Xun couldn’t understand what “villain” meant from his mouth, but it didn’t prevent his dissatisfaction with the rest of the words.

He hooked his lips sinisterly, smiling in a creepy, terrifying manner: “Don’t worry, even if I die, I will drag you to die together with me.”

Jiang Qunyu: “…?”

Chatting with a lunatic was never on the same wavelength.

And to think he actually showed a rare bit of kindness to remind him—good intentions treated as a donkey’s liver and lungs (good intentions taken for ill intent).

He was so angry his eyes blazed with fire, and he couldn’t help but shoot him a middle finger: “Bastard!”

Wei Xun didn’t bother with him anymore, brushed past him, and continued walking forward.

Jiang Qunyu didn’t follow him either. He randomly found a tree, jumped onto it, leaned against the trunk, closed his eyes, and rested.

Not long after, the rustling sound of water came from the forest.

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