ATAVID CH61

Jiang Qunyu recalled the original plot, and he suddenly felt a bit dazed. At this point in the original story, was Wei Xun also like he is now, disappearing all day to become the Demon Lord?

He just found it strange. According to the current development of the plot, nothing seemed to have veered off track. Wei Xun had still fallen into the demonic path; in the eyes of others, he was the one who burned the people of Mirror Lake City to nothing, and he was the one solely responsible for the extermination of the Lingxiao Sect.

Did that mean that in the future, Wei Xun would also “abduct” Shen Peiqiu in order to increase his cultivation?

And would Lan Yuanzhou also want to kill Wei Xun to save Shen Peiqiu?

Fortunately, the only difference was that in the original story, when Wei Xun died, his inner demon had only been broken five times, so his sword dao also stopped at the fifth layer.

But now, as his inner demon, Jiang Qunyu had died five times, so his sword dao was already at the fifth layer at this point in time.

As long as he died two more times before the Great War of Righteousness and Evil, he could part ways with Wei Xun. And Wei Xun would also be able to reach the peak of his sword dao. In this way, even when the future Great War of Righteousness and Evil arrived, Wei Xun should be able to survive and not have to suffer the miserable ending from the original story.

Wei Xun seemed not to have expected him to ask this question. His hand, which was wiping his hair, paused slightly. He didn’t answer immediately, just lowered his eyes, watching the water droplets drip from the ends of his hair, seeping into a small dark patch on the tabletop.

“Why do you ask this?”

Jiang Qunyu felt that his injury must hurt quite a bit. “Just asking.”

He shifted his gaze away. “Forget it if you don’t want to say.”

Wei Xun was silent for a while.

Reconstructing a physical body was no easy task. Not to mention the rarity of the Nine-Heaven Immortal Lotus, the Heart of the Divine Tree, the heart blood of a Spirit Deer, and the Kunlun Soul-Separating Jade; even a single Chaos Stone would be enough to make the demons fight until they were bloodied and broken.

If he were to tell Jiang Qunyu now that he wanted to reconstruct a physical body for him, would Jiang Qunyu be expectant?

His fingertips curled slightly. The hot thought that had just begun to bubble up from the bottom of his heart was forcibly pressed back down.

Forget it.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

It would not be too late to tell him when the reconstruction of the physical body was complete.

By not saying it now, at least he wouldn’t let him have empty joy, and even less would he let him follow him into the torment of seeking but not obtaining.

Outside the window, the wind and snow grew heavier, moaning as they swept past the eaves. The fragrance of the Ghost Shadow Flowers was rolled in by the wind, and mixed with the warm light inside the room, there was an indescribable peace.

“I don’t know,” Wei Xun finally spoke.

He put down the towel and sat at the table, his slender fingers nonchalantly flicking the wick of the lamp. The firelight jumped, casting shadows of varying depths across his eyebrows and eyes.

“Perhaps it is because that position is high enough,” he said, lips hooking in a half-truth, “Once you sit on it, you can do many things.”

Jiang Qunyu frowned; he always felt that Wei Xun was lying to him.

But before he could ask again, Wei Xun added, “Jiang Qunyu, there are many things I want. Isn’t it good to have enough power?”

Jiang Qunyu was momentarily speechless, so he simply closed his mouth and stopped responding.

Wei Xun didn’t look at him either. He stood up and hung the towel he had been using to dry his hair on the screen, his movements casual and composed.

“Go to sleep,” he said. “I still have to pay my respects to that old immortal tomorrow. I will sleep in the outer room.”

Jiang Qunyu: “……?”

Who had given him the impression that he wanted to sleep in the same bed!

Ever since he came to Cloud Palace City, he had thought about it over and over, and eventually bit the bullet and suggested to Wei Xun that they sleep separately.

Wei Xun hadn’t asked why, he just sneered, and then picked this courtyard with two separate rooms—an inner and an outer one—each with its own bed.

At first, Jiang Qunyu wasn’t used to it, but as soon as he remembered those ambiguous things Wei Xun had said, he immediately felt that sleeping in separate rooms was better than anything else.

Besides, before, when he slept with Wei Xun, it was only because of the circumstances; at that time, because Wei Xun’s cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul stage and there was a distance restriction, he could only stay by Wei Xun’s side. Plus, there was only one bed in the cave abode, and he didn’t want to sleep on the rafters, so he had to sleep with Wei Xun.

Since they could afford to buy a new courtyard now, it would be truly strange if they still slept together.

Although he was a straight man, this was a danmei novel, after all!

Finally, more than ten years after transmigrating, Jiang Qunyu realized this problem.

He didn’t want to be gay! He was a straight man!

And it was with Wei Xun, at that!

It was all Wei Xun’s fault.

If it weren’t for the fact that Wei Xun had suddenly gone crazy and kissed him in the illusion, their relationship wouldn’t have become so awkward.

A nemesis is a nemesis, after all.

Rather than having these thoughts, it would be better to just go out and have a fight.

Fighting a round might even beat Wei Xun back to his senses.

Jiang Qunyu felt that it was the illusion that had affected Wei Xun, so for a long time, he couldn’t help but curse that illusion.

At this moment, Jiang Qunyu sat on the bed, watching his back disappear behind the screen.

He heard the faint sounds coming from the outer room. After a while, the sounds stopped, and the lamp was extinguished.

In the darkness, only the faint light of the soul-fire outside seeped through the window lattice, spreading a layer of pale, cool shadows on the floor.

Jiang Qunyu lay back down and turned over, staring at the light outside the window in a daze, before finally closing his eyes after a long while.

I don’t know how long it had been, and just as he was drifting off to sleep, he vaguely heard footsteps approaching.

Immediately following that was the faint sound of fabric rubbing against fabric, and a pair of slightly cool hands gently covered the edge of the quilt, carefully tucking the hand he had left outside back into the covers.

Jiang Qunyu didn’t open his eyes.

Just as Wei Xun was turning to leave, he still called out, somewhat irritably: “Wei Xun.”

The footsteps stopped.

“Hm?”

“Happy New Year.”

There was a silence for a while.

Then, he heard Wei Xun let out a soft laugh, very faint, like a snowflake falling.

“Happy New Year, Jiang Qunyu.”

Ten days after the death of the Azure Dragon.

An uninvited guest arrived at Wei Xun’s courtyard.

The visitor was a handsome young demon, dressed in a dark, gold-embroidered black brocade robe, with a belt inlaid with magic crystals around his waist, and silver chains dangling from his hem that jingled as he walked—flaunting and opulent.

Behind him followed a grand procession of more than ten armored guards carrying weapons, their momentum aggressive, blocking the small courtyard completely.

The young demon’s brows were sinister, his face full of uncontrollable anger. He kept a cold face and raised his hand.

The servants behind him rushed forward to reply, but the young demon had already frowned in disgust, scanning the entire courtyard from a high position, his tone contemptuous: “Is this where that low-level demon lives?”

“Yes…” The servant was drenched in cold sweat, his voice trembling with fear, stuttering, “This is where Lord Azure Dragon usually resides.”

As soon as the words “Lord Azure Dragon” were spoken, Yinzhu’s expression turned as cold as ice.

He spun around suddenly, a black whip entwined with purple flames condensing in his palm from thin air. The wind of the whip whistled, and it lashed across the servant’s face.

A deep, bone-exposed wound bloomed instantly, flesh rolling outward, dripping with blood—a shocking sight.

The servant shivered in pain, but didn’t dare to make a sound, kneeling on the ground immediately and trembling as he begged for mercy: “Lord Vermilion Bird, have mercy!”

Yinzhu’s face was sinister and terrifying. He slowly crouched down, his fingertips gripping the servant’s chin ruthlessly, forcing him to look up. His tone was as cold as poison: “Who gave you permission to call him Lord Azure Dragon? He was just a lowly, base demon; he killed my brother and still dared to covet his position. He didn’t even look to see if he had the life for it.”

The servant shook his body: “I-I know I was wrong.”

Only then did Yinzhu release his hand expressionlessly, patting his robes as if in disgust.

“Heh, looking at how noble and cold he acted usually, appearing as if he didn’t eat human food, I thought he was a scion of some noble family in the cultivation world. It turns out he was just a base demon who hid his head and showed his tail.”

At the thought of the scene in the arena ten days ago, the anger in Yinzhu’s chest surged, almost erupting from his body.

That day, the Demon Lord had explicitly named him to fight Wei Xun.

But from beginning to end, Wei Xun had only glanced at him coldly before indifferently moving his gaze away, landing on his brother, the Azure Dragon.

The look of contempt in Wei Xun’s eyes had been twining around him like a maggot on a tarsal bone for the past few days, gnawing at his mind.

As long as he remembered it, he wanted to tear Wei Xun into pieces and grind his bones to ashes.

What made him even more indignant was that, at first, everyone had been just like him—they thought Wei Xun was just a toy found by the Demon Lord for amusement, like those low-level demons thrown into the arena in the past, unable to withstand a single blow.

They were careless, only thinking of dealing with it perfunctorily and ending it quickly.

No one expected that among the four great guardians, the one with the highest cultivation, the Azure Dragon, would actually lose his life on the spot after only a few moves with that boy, with no breath left.

Yinzhu was the Azure Dragon’s own brother, born of the same mother. Seeing his brother die miserably, his eyes turned red and he wanted to rush up and kill Wei Xun on the spot.

But the Demon Lord found it interesting; not only was he not angry, but he benevolently showed sympathy for the wounds on Wei Xun’s body, gently telling him to recover well.

He only waited for his injuries to heal to return to the arena and continue fighting and killing the ferocious beasts he kept for amusement.

Yinzhu had no choice but to forcefully suppress the killing intent in his chest, enduring the grievance for the time being.

Last night, he saw Wei Xun’s indifferent, contemptuous eyes in his dream again.

After waking up in a rage, he killed several low-level demons in a row, but it still couldn’t ease his hatred. In the end, he couldn’t suppress the rising violence, so he took his long whip and broke directly into the gate of Wei Xun’s courtyard.

Inside the room, Jiang Qunyu hadn’t been able to attach himself to Wei Xun and go out for a stroll for ten whole days.

Now that he had finally possessed the body, he ran into such an aggressive troublemaker, and he felt that he was simply the unluckiest person alive.

“Who is this flower peacock?” Jiang Qunyu asked.

Hearing this, Wei Xun briefly shifted his gaze away from Jiang Qunyu, glanced outside, and said in a calm tone, “Vermilion Bird.”

Jiang Qunyu was curious: “What kind of grudge do you have with him?”

Wei Xun thought seriously for a moment and shook his head: “Don’t know.”

Jiang Qunyu: “……”

He turned back with a wooden face, too lazy to ask further.

Forget it. Wei Xun had so many enemies; it was already impressive that he remembered the young man in front of him was Vermilion Bird.

Jiang Qunyu was rarely a bit excited; he hadn’t used his Red Scythe for a long time, and usually, only Wei Xun would spar with him.

But Wei Xun was a complete psycho now; while they were fighting, he would always secretly touch Jiang Qunyu a couple of times.

Jiang Qunyu was certain that he hadn’t felt wrong.

Even if he scolded him harshly or exploded in rage, Wei Xun still went his own way, not knowing how to restrain himself at all.

This dead pervert.

After a few times, he didn’t want to fight Wei Xun anymore.

So, if he could take the opportunity to beat up Vermilion Bird, that wouldn’t be bad either.

It just so happened that he had been in a terrible mood lately and was lacking a punching bag.

Wei Xun didn’t stop him.

Regardless, he was possessing his body now; if he encountered danger, apart from the Red Scythe, Devouring Soul could also protect him.

Besides, he was by Jiang Qunyu’s side.

“What will happen if I beat him up?” Jiang Qunyu asked a moment before pushing the door open.

Wei Xun drooped his eyes lethargically: “Nothing will happen.”

Jiang Qunyu was immediately happy.

“That’s good.”