ISWTDB Ch14

Chapter 14: The Disfigured and Blind Sect Leader (14)

Everyone in the Qingliu Sect was dead, but Ying Zhao only felt they deserved it. If he hadn’t been powerless to do anything but be a bystander, he would have wanted to cut off their heads himself.

No wonder, no wonder in the Piaomiao Pavilion, Wen Renming was always alone, saying that he had left all the Qingliu Sect people at the foot of the mountain.

Ying Zhao had always found it strange why Wen Renming didn’t have a single servant by his side. It turned out that Wen Renming was the only one left in the Qingliu Sect long ago.

And the original owner’s engagement was made before Wen Renming was born. Ying Yunping’s parents died early, and there had been no contact with the Qingliu Sect over the years.

Although the Qingliu Sect had some reputation for many years, it had always been reclusive, so it was no wonder that outsiders had not discovered the changes in the Qingliu Sect.

In comparison to the people of the Qingliu Sect, what Wen Renming did might not seem so ruthless. Considering the suffering he endured from childhood, the daily torment and bullying were beyond what ordinary people could bear.

But even so, after initially attacking those Qingliu Sect disciples who always bullied him, Wen Renming probably still held some hope in his heart.

He still hoped that Wen Renlan might have even a tiny bit of fatherly affection for him. So he willingly let himself be taken to the torture chamber by those people without resistance, just to get a final answer from Wen Renlan.

If Wen Renlan had shown any concern for Wen Renming’s injuries when he saw him, Wen Renming wouldn’t have been so resolute. So it was the people of the Qingliu Sect who had raised a demon with their own hands.

What concerned Ying Zhao was that these events differed from what he originally knew. He couldn’t be sure if these changes were due to the intervention of the Heavenly Dao.

But seeing such scenes was indeed beyond his expectations. Especially unexpected was that there was never a “Qingyuan Jue”; what the Qingliu Sect had was actually the demonic cultivation Jue “Mieyuan Jue.”

So now, Wen Renming was actually practicing demonic cultivation. However, Ying Zhao was only surprised for a moment. What did it matter whether he practiced righteous or demonic cultivation?

After all, he was always the one in Ying Zhao’s heart, and no matter what, he would never leave him.

Just then, Ying Zhao suddenly heard Xiao Bai in his consciousness urgently saying:

“Host, what you just saw was a scene from Wen Renming’s past memories. That was just the surface layer of his consciousness. Although you can understand part of the reason for his inner demons through this, to truly help Wen Renming, we need to go deeper into his consciousness. Host, at that time, your soul can touch Wen Renming’s and guide him. But you must remember, the deeper layers of consciousness are very dangerous. You must act carefully; otherwise, being repelled would be the least of your worries. I’m most concerned that Wen Renming’s strong obsessions might harm you or even trap you in his consciousness forever!”

Ying Zhao nodded at the words, but he didn’t care about such dangers. After seeing the scenes just now, all he wanted was to quickly rescue Wen Renming from this illusion.

He just realized that Wen Renming had endured so much pain, and the darkness forever imprinted on his heart might not be erased in the short term.

But Ying Zhao believed he had a lifetime to soothe and love him. He now wanted to bring all the happiness in the world to Wen Renming.

Seeing Ying Zhao ready, Xiao Bai began transmitting system energy, trying to send Ying Zhao’s soul deeper into Wen Renming’s consciousness.

After a while, when Ying Zhao opened his eyes again, he saw nothing but darkness. The surroundings were completely void, and Ying Zhao stared blankly around, wondering, could this be the depths of Wen Renming’s consciousness?

Dim, without a trace of light, permeated with a suffocating sense of despair.

He wandered aimlessly in this dark void for a long time until he suddenly heard a few dripping sounds.

Ying Zhao hurried towards the sound and saw a person crouching in a corner not far away. As he approached, he found it was a young Wen Renming.

The child sat in a corner, hugging his knees, staring blankly ahead. He looked lonely and helpless, shrinking into a corner, defensively and protectively.

In front of him was a shallow puddle, with red tears of blood dripping from Wen Renming’s eyes into it, making an eerie sound in the empty surroundings.

Seeing Wen Renming like this filled Ying Zhao with heartache. He slowly approached the little Wen Renming and tentatively called out:

“Wen Renming, can you hear me?”

Although little Wen Renming still sat silently in the corner, Ying Zhao noticed his hands clenching slightly.

Could he finally hear his voice? Ying Zhao was a bit happy, so he squatted beside Wen Renming and gently said:

“Wen Renming, what are you doing here? What are you thinking about?”

Little Wen Renming hesitated for a moment before slightly turning his head towards Ying Zhao and softly calling out:

“Yunping?”

Ying Zhao was stunned for a moment upon hearing Wen Renming’s call. It seemed that although Wen Renming appeared as a child, this was just a form within his consciousness.

The person before him represented the current Wen Renming. So did this form signify that his heart was still fragile and lonely? And those blood tears were so striking.

Ying Zhao suddenly didn’t dare to think deeply. He took a deep breath, leaned closer to Wen Renming, and gently said:

“Wen Ren, stop staying here! Come back, I’m really worried about you, you know?”

Little Wen Renming’s body trembled slightly upon hearing Ying Zhao’s words and slowly repeated:

“You… worry about me…”

“Yes!”

Ying Zhao immediately nodded vigorously. But in the next second, little Wen Renming’s expression suddenly turned fierce. He turned his head and shouted at Ying Zhao:

“Liar, you’re always lying to me!”

Wen Renming instantly grew into an adult before Ying Zhao, surrounded by a black aura.

At this moment, Wen Renming’s face was exceptionally pale, and his lips had a bluish tint. His blood-red eyes bled as he transformed into a demonic cultivator right before Ying Zhao’s eyes.

Then, he stretched out his hands, gripping Ying Zhao’s shoulders with immense strength, his tone no longer warm but chilling, shouting at Ying Zhao:

“They all bullied me, hated me! Now, even you’re lying to me! You never wanted to marry me; you just wanted the ‘Qingyuan Jue.’ Don’t think I don’t know about your relationship with your senior brother! Who would love me? Who would love a disfigured blind man?”

Wen Renming’s strength was tremendous, and the force of their soul contact was amplified countless times. Ying Zhao felt his arm would be crushed, but he still kept his lips tightly sealed, staring silently at Wen Renming.

Seeing Ying Zhao like this, Wen Renming said viciously:

“Ying Yunping, you think you can get what you want and then get rid of me? That’s impossible! I’m telling you, you’ll never leave me for the rest of your life!”

With that, Wen Renming lowered his head and fiercely kissed Ying Zhao’s lips, biting them hard. His arms tightly wrapped around Ying Zhao’s waist as if to break it.

Ying Zhao’s eyes widened in surprise as Wen Renming kissed him. He never expected things to take such a turn.

However, being held and kissed by the one he loved wasn’t particularly unpleasant. On the contrary, Ying Zhao always enjoyed being close to Wen Renming.

It was just that Wen Renming’s tight embrace made him slightly uncomfortable, but he knew very well that he must not resist at all at this moment.

So, Ying Zhao obediently closed his eyes, trying to cooperate with Wen Renming. Wen Renming didn’t really know how to kiss; before, they had only touched lips.

But now, he held Ying Zhao with a fierce determination, desperately wanting more. In the consciousness realm, the meeting of two souls was naturally different from an ordinary kiss.

The amplified sensations made Ying Zhao feel the kiss was too intense, making his head dizzy and breathless.

A muffled moan escaped him, which only made the person holding him more excited. Wen Renming initially thought the person in his arms would resist, not really wanting his kiss.

A voice in his mind kept saying that Yunping didn’t love him, and the previous kisses were just deceiving and placating him.

But when he truly kissed him, the person in his arms unexpectedly complied without a trace of resistance.

After a long time, Wen Renming finally lifted his head. Since they were in the consciousness realm, there was no blindness, so he could naturally see Ying Zhao.

But when he lifted his head, Wen Renming was stunned by what he saw. At this moment, his beloved was panting lightly in his arms, his face flushed, and his eyes seemed to hold a spring.

His lips were swollen from the bites, but the sight was so alluring that Wen Renming’s breath grew heavier. He harshly sucked on Ying Zhao’s lips and coldly whispered in his ear:

“Won’t you resist me? Don’t you hate me?”

Ying Zhao took a breath, blinking hard to clear his head. Then he reached out, wrapped his arms around Wen Renming’s neck, and said somewhat aggrievedly:

“When did I ever say those things? You’ve been saying them yourself!”

Ying Zhao pouted, glaring fiercely at Wen Renming. But in Wen Renming’s eyes, this anger was full of charm