ATAVID CH14: I Don’t Mind Dying Together With You

Jiang Qunyu: “…”
He knew it!
How could Wei Xun, this despicable man, kindly let him possess his body for no reason?
Sure enough, he was full of bad intentions.

“Are you very angry?”
Wei Xun stood beside him in soul form. Jiang Qunyu sat on the edge of the bed, his pupils dilated without the slightest focus, like a jade carving that had lost its soul.
The wind drilled in from the half-open window crack, lifting the plain white bed curtains to sway gently and brushing past the tips of the youth’s drooping hair.

Jiang Qunyu’s long eyelashes lifted slightly, his face full of resentment.
He turned slightly sideways, raised his head, and directed those misty eyes toward Wei Xun’s direction. His tone was resentful: “What do you think?”

A smile pulled at the corners of Wei Xun’s lips. He lowered his head and leaned back against the bedpost, staring unblinkingly at Jiang Qunyu’s face.
This face was his own. In the past, he hated this appearance to the extreme and had never looked closely at it.
But now, with his inner demon wrapped inside it, he surprisingly found it very pleasing to the eye. Even the curves of the brows and corners of the eyes didn’t look so offensive anymore.

The youth’s skin was fair. His slightly upturned eyes lacked focus as he sat quietly, actually exuding a bit of softness.
Wei Xun blinked lightly and finally crouched down to look at Jiang Qunyu at eye level.
He concentrated slightly and pinched out a plain white silk ribbon. When his icy fingertips touched the corners of Jiang Qunyu’s eyes, he paused imperceptibly.
Only then did he wrap it behind the back of his head and carefully tie a loose knot, concealing that patch of blank mistiness.

“What is this?” Jiang Qunyu felt a bit itchy at the corners of his eyes from the touch of the white silk and raised his hand to pull it off.
“Don’t move.” Wei Xun sneered lightly, his tone carrying a bit of a threat. “If you make my eyes go blind, I’ll make you get on my body every day from now on.”

Hearing this, Jiang Qunyu’s hand instantly froze in mid-air and obediently put it back down.
Anyway, it was Wei Xun’s body. No matter how crazy he was, he wouldn’t go so far as to harm himself.
Although it wasn’t as if this lunatic hadn’t stabbed a sword into his own heart just to kill him before.

“Despicable man.” Jiang Qunyu cursed fiercely at the empty air for a long time. Only when he had no strength left to curse did he speak listlessly.
His voice was muffled: “Since when couldn’t you see?”
Wei Xun stood up and walked to the door to wash his hands. As the water flowed over his fingertips, he said faintly: “After coming out of the Lingxiao Sect.”

After coming out of the Lingxiao Sect?
Wasn’t that a whole month ago?
Didn’t that mean Wei Xun had been blind for a whole month?
No wonder he kept asking him what time it was these past few days. It turned out he had long been unable to see.

“Why can’t you see?” Jiang Qunyu recalled how Wei Xun had continuously urged and used that black pupil a month ago, and asked: “Is it because of that spell you used?”
Wei Xun wiped his slender and long finger joints and gave a careless “Mhm.”

“Since your skill isn’t enough yet, can you properly lay low first?” Jiang Qunyu was simply so angry his chest ached with tightness. He didn’t want to live, but he still wanted to live!
Although in the original plot, Wei Xun lived for quite a long time.
But he didn’t lay low until the grand finale!
In the end, didn’t he still kick the bucket, reduced to a tool man to push the protagonist top and bottom’s relationship forward?

Wei Xun couldn’t understand Jiang Qunyu’s words, but it didn’t prevent him from deducing the meaning he wanted to express from the context.
He didn’t reply, only stepping to the window, half-pushing open the window leaf, and looking down at the street below with slightly lowered eyes.
Those few cultivators wrapped in the Lingxiao Sect’s sword qi were hovering bizarrely at the street corner.
—The people from the Lingxiao Sect had caught up.

“I do need to live properly.” Wei Xun’s eyelashes were very long, like small fans, casting small faint shadows under his pale eyelids.
He whispered softly as if sighing, the trailing tone carrying a bit of coldness, “After all, there are still many people I haven’t killed.”

Jiang Qunyu felt a blockage in his heart listening to this, almost failing to catch his breath.
Truly befitting a villain’s style.
Supporting himself against the wall, he stood up and tried to move his steps using these blind eyes. His steps were crooked and lacked accuracy. With a thud, he bumped into the corner of the table, hissing in pain.

That dumbass Wei Xun—who knew where he was—a low, soft chuckle floated over, carrying a bit of teasing.
Jiang Qunyu’s face darkened.
He reached out and groped blindly on the table, feeling a cup. Following the laughter, he smashed the cup over, gritting his teeth and cursing: “Fuck you!”

Wei Xun sat on the windowsill, one leg dangling and the other bent. He looked at Jiang Qunyu with dark eyes and smiled with unclear meaning.
Too lazy to pay attention to him.

Jiang Qunyu frowned and groped to hold the edge of the table to stand steady.
To be honest, he kept feeling that something was wrong.
Would Wei Xun let him possess his body just because he wanted to see the light for one day?
And only let him possess it at this time.
In the previous month, why had he never proposed this condition?

Wei Xun saw his confusion but didn’t explain much.
He swept a glance at the figures downstairs getting closer and closer, and withdrew his gaze.
“Alright,” he said. “It’s time for us to go.”

With absolute pitch-blackness before his eyes, Jiang Qunyu couldn’t see and completely lost his sense of security.
He showed a rare bit of panic: “Are they here?”
Wei Xun walked to Jiang Qunyu’s side, smiled maliciously, and lied to him: “No, but you still need to hurry up and adapt to the feeling of not being able to see. Who knows if they’ll suddenly arrive?”

Hearing that the people from the Lingxiao Sect hadn’t arrived yet, Jiang Qunyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Following behind Wei Xun, he asked curiously: “How did you do it before? Being able to move freely despite not being able to see. If you hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have even noticed.”
Wei Xun had already walked to the front. Looking at the person behind walking timidly, terrified of bumping into things again, he couldn’t help but find it funny: “Just got used to it, that’s all.”

Got used to it?
Is this something you can get used to?
Jiang Qunyu was shocked: “Did you also have times when you couldn’t see before?”
“Mhm,” Wei Xun’s tone was light and airy, like talking about someone else’s business. “Wei Miao poisoned me before, and I was blind for a period of time.”

Jiang Qunyu quickly walked to his side: “How long is a period of time?”
“Two years.” Wei Xun glanced at the cultivator at the inn’s entrance who was currently interrogating the shopkeeper, turned around, and handed over a silk ribbon. “Jiang Qunyu, grab onto me and walk.”
“Oh.” Jiang Qunyu nodded, obediently gripping the silk ribbon tightly, the touch slightly cool and smooth.

The sunlight outside was very warm. Having lost his vision, his hearing and sense of smell instead became exceptionally acute. The wind carried the fragrance of flowers, and he could somewhat feel the patterns of the stone-paved road under his feet.
Jiang Qunyu remembered that Wei Xun hadn’t been able to see for the past few days, so he tugged the silk ribbon: “Wei Xun, do you see the pear blossoms over there?”

Wei Xun turned sideways to look and saw the apricot tree planted next to the inn. It was estimated to be several hundred years old, thick enough that it would take two or three seven- or eight-year-old children to hug it completely.
It was right at its most lush time, blooming with light pink flowers, clustered tightly together. When the wind blew, the floral scent drifted all over.
He faintly corrected: “Those are apricot blossoms.”
“…” Jiang Qunyu choked, then grunted angrily, “I think they are pear blossoms!”
Wei Xun couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

Not walking far, the tip of Jiang Qunyu’s nose twitched, smelling a familiar refreshing and sweet scent. He immediately tugged the silk ribbon again, his tone carrying joy.
“Is the stall over there selling Qiongye Cake? Take me over, I want to eat that.”
“I don’t like eating sweet things.” Wei Xun rejected him.
“It’s not for you to eat, it’s for me.” Jiang Qunyu let go of the silk ribbon, stood still on the spot refusing to walk, and muttered: “I finally get to get on your body once, I just want to eat it!”

From the corner of his eye, Wei Xun glanced at the few black shadows following not far behind, withdrew his gaze, and coldly spat out two words: “Suit yourself.”
Jiang Qunyu immediately gripped the silk ribbon tightly again, urging him to walk faster: “Hurry up, hurry up, if we’re late they’ll pack up the stall!”

The stall owner was an enthusiastic person. He was originally going to pack up his stall, but seeing the youth with a white silk ribbon tied over his eyes walking over, he stopped his actions and called out loudly to greet him.
“Does the esteemed guest want a portion of Qiongye Cake? Our Qiongye Cake, mind you, is made using tender mulberry leaves carrying morning dew, processed with a jade knife, and the pounded green juice is steamed together with glutinous rice! You’ll know once you eat it. This Qiongye Cake is as thin as cicada wings, the texture is incredibly good, and it carries a faint scent of green grass.”

Jiang Qunyu had been craving this bite for a long time. He thought about it, reached out to feel for a top-grade spiritual stone, and gave it to the stall owner: “Then give me two portions.”
Hearing this, the stall owner laughed heartily: “Little Young Master, there’s only the last portion left. Originally I wanted to bring it back for my young son at home to eat, but the Young Master looks to have a kind face, so I’ll just give it to you as a gift.”

Saying that, he pushed back Jiang Qunyu’s hand holding the spiritual stone, “Besides, this Qiongye Cake isn’t worth much money, how could it require a top-grade spiritual stone?”
Jiang Qunyu had no choice but to put it back in his chest pocket and earnestly thanked the stall owner.

After the stall owner walked far away, Jiang Qunyu couldn’t hold back a laugh: “Hahaha, did you hear that, that boss said you have a kind face.”
Wei Xun’s face was gloomy: “Shut up.”
Jiang Qunyu didn’t care about him. He couldn’t wait to take a bite, beaming with joy as he ate half a piece, and carefully put the remaining half piece of Qiongye Cake back into the Qiankun bag.

“Is it really that delicious? To the point you even have to save half a piece.”
Jiang Qunyu hummed: “Saved it for you. Remember to eat it when you swap back.”

Wei Xun was stunned, not expecting Jiang Qunyu to have saved it for him.
He thought Jiang Qunyu must be crazy.
He clearly already said he didn’t like eating sweet things.
But the look of disgust that should have originally been on his face just couldn’t be displayed.

Wei Xun didn’t speak for a long time.
Just silently walking forward.
Jiang Qunyu had long grown accustomed to his temper and didn’t say anything more. He only gripped the silk ribbon tighter, relying on his hearing and sense of smell to distinguish the movements around him.

The two walked for a long, long time, or perhaps because of his blindness, Jiang Qunyu’s concept of time also blurred.
He only felt that the hustle and bustle of the marketplace by his ears gradually dissipated, replaced by the rustling sound of wind blowing through leaves, and the air also became clear and cold.

Wei Xun suddenly stopped his steps, turned to look at Jiang Qunyu, his expression complex and hard to distinguish.
“What’s wrong?”
Jiang Qunyu’s heart inexplicably sank, and a bad premonition quietly spread.
From behind, it seemed a few steady footsteps could be heard, carrying the spiritual power fluctuations unique to cultivators.

Wei Xun turned his body, his gaze falling on Jiang Qunyu’s face, his expression somewhat elusive.
He suddenly raised his hand, his icy finger pads very lightly brushing past the corner of Jiang Qunyu’s eye. Then he leaned close to his ear, his voice pressed low and hurried.
After hesitating for a moment, he said: “Jiang Qunyu, did you know that for a person who cannot see, divine sense can become his second pair of eyes?”

“Kill him! The Fourth Elder’s compass is pointing exactly at this body!”
From behind, the stern shouts of the Lingxiao Sect disciples suddenly sounded.
In an instant, sword qi like a net attacked Jiang Qunyu from all directions.

At the same time, Wei Xun’s faint sigh came to Jiang Qunyu’s ear.
He seemed to be smiling: “I forgot to say, although I have many people to kill, I don’t mind dying together with you. So from now on, Jiang Qunyu, whether the two of us live or die, I hand it over to you.”

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