Chapter 73 How to appease him when he's angry?

Although she knew He Mu's true intentions, Wen Rensheng still couldn't resist his persistent coaxing and was tricked into doing it twice more.

If it were before he reached the Golden Core stage, he would have been worried that Mu would ruin his body.

Hearing voices, she rolled over half-dead and lay face down on the bed, gasping for breath and rubbing her side.

“We need to be more restrained, brother,” he said in a muffled voice, half his face buried in the blankets, “I’m still growing…”

He Mu sat cross-legged next to Wen Rensheng, massaging his lower back and thighs.

He followed up on the voice and said, "You've already passed the Golden Core stage, what's the point of growing a body?"

Hearing voices, it lowered its head, wagged its tail in grievance, and said, "At least wait a few days! My whole body feels like it's falling apart, how can I cultivate?"

They initially claimed they slept together for the purpose of dual cultivation, but in reality, they hadn't put any effort into proper dual cultivation at all during that time.

Most of the time, they were like two fish entwined until death, unwilling to let each other go even if the pond dried up.

He smiled but didn't say anything. He reached out and patted Wenrensheng's lower back. Wenrensheng's fluffy tail quickly perked up from the pat. Wenrensheng narrowed his eyes and comfortably tilted his head back.

A short while later, he deactivated the transformation spell and returned to his original form, where he was grabbed by Mu's hand.

Hearing a human voice, it whimpered twice and then wrapped its limbs around Mu's hands.

“Alright,” He Mu said, “Let’s start cultivating diligently tomorrow and try to enter the Mahayana stage before returning to Cangzhou, what do you say?”

"Really?"

Upon hearing human voices, its tone clearly brightened with joy, and its tail flicked, leaving afterimages.

"Will you come with me, brother?"

He Mu replied matter-of-factly, "Yes, and you learn things faster than others. After your birthday this year, you might even be able to ascend to immortality!"

Hearing human voices, it barked happily twice and started nibbling on He Mu's fingers.

His joy didn't last long. He slowly wiped the smile from his face, tucked his hands in, and pondered, "But what do I need to do to ascend after reaching the Mahayana stage?"

He Mu stroked Wen Rensheng's fluffy fur and said, "The final threshold to ascension is the Great Perfection of your realm. Once you have fulfilled the Dao heart you established when you were enlightened and awakened your divine power, the Heavenly Court will naturally grant you a divine status."

Hearing the voice, he asked in confusion, "But last time, it seemed that the God of Fate said that when my brother ascended to heaven, he had to go through the selection of the celestial officials?"

“That’s right,” He Mu said. “The Immortals will choose their preferred successors from among the ascendants who have reached the required qualifications. This process is called ‘selection’.”

Wen Rensheng tilted his head and leaned against He Mu's finger, listening quietly to He Mu speak. After He Mu briefly explained the origins of the ascension and the selection of generals, Wen Rensheng finally raised his own question.

"What if someone reaches the qualifications for ascension, but no deity in the celestial ranks is willing to accept him as their successor?"

"Well..." He Mu smiled, "I've never heard of this before."

"Never heard of it?"

"Yes, the number of ascendants each year is limited, and I have never heard of a case where someone failed to ascend because they were not chosen."

After a pause, he continued,

"But just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it never happened."

His words were loaded with meaning, and Wen Ren recognized the voice. He sat up, his wolf ears perking up.

He Mu said calmly, "As far as I know, there have been no demons among the ascensioners in the last hundred years. However, during the years I spent in the lower realm, I visited many sects and found that there are quite a few demons with the potential to ascend."

“Last time in Cangzhou City, Si Ming said that he had completely taken control of the Heavenly Dao,” Wen Rensheng said. “The massacre of the Shanyue clan happened more than a hundred years ago, and the timing matches up.”

At this point, Wen Rensheng suddenly remembered something and looked up to meet He Mu's gaze.

After a moment of eye contact, he jumped into Mu's arms, sat on him, and hooked his legs around him.

"Brother, when you ascended to immortality, why was it the God of Fate who selected the generals? How did she recognize your extraordinary abilities at a glance?"

When this topic came up, He Mu was reluctant to answer. He avoided eye contact, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at Wen Rensheng's collarbone.

He kissed her on the head and coaxed, "Sheng Sheng, ask something else."

The more he tried to remain silent, the more anxious he became upon hearing voices. In the end, he simply grabbed He Mu's head and buried his face in his chest, intending to suffocate him and make him more alert.

"Ugh...!"

"Speak quickly!" Wen Rensheng said angrily, "I've finally got my thoughts so clear, don't let me down at this crucial moment!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you—"

Hearing Mu agree, and only when he heard voices did he relax his strength.

He Mu raised his head again and said slowly, "Is your heat almost over?"

Hearing a voice, he asked warily, "W-what are you doing?"

"The scent is much fainter than usual," Mu said.

During his heat, Wenrensheng has a special scent, as sweet as jade dew and pear juice. When Mu kisses him during this time, he often smells this scent.

The scent itself carried no eroticism, but the occasions in which it appeared were always so decadent and lingering, leaving a deep impression on He Mu. Now that it had suddenly become bland, he could naturally sense it.

Hearing someone's reproachful voice, she said, "Of course it has to end...! It's almost summer now."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, where there was still a kiss mark left by Mu, which was right over the light mole.

It's obvious that He Mu really likes biting him; she even remembers his scent so clearly.

My brother is such a scoundrel...!

Hearing someone's voice, it hummed twice, not angry at all, but rather a little happy.

He tried to straighten the corners of his mouth and said, "Alright, let's not change the subject anymore, brother. Tell me quickly, why did Si Ming choose you?"

He Mu couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she had no choice but to tell him the truth.

"It's probably because of... my divine power."

He beckoned to the weapon rack beside him, summoning the weapon from the rack, and took it in his hand.

“Each divine weapon has its own characteristics. For example, your divine weapon, Heavenly Heart, can release illusions that can even deceive gods.”

He flipped the shard over, revealing the plum blossom-shaped cracks on it.

"And the sword of lust is the only one in the world that can obliterate a god."

"At that time, Si Ming could not control everything. Many people opposed her idea of ​​eliminating the demon race. What she needed was just such a sword to clear away those dissenting voices for her."

At this point, He Mu placed the sword by the bedside and pressed his forehead against Wen Rensheng's.

“After I ascended, I told Si Ming that I would only kill the guilty, and she agreed to my condition,” Mu said softly. “But I later found out that the so-called crimes of the people I killed were all fabricated by Si Ming. She deceived the Three Pure Bells and my sword as well.”

"..."

He Mu sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I've chosen many wrong paths and done many wrong things. This situation is also related to me."

Hearing the voice, he turned his head to look at the murderer, and after a moment, he reached out and touched it.

He grew up reading stories about the mountain god. To him, the Mountain God was not some fierce divine weapon, but simply because it possessed great power, it was targeted by the God of Fate and abused to do so many wrong things.

Seeing that Mu Jian was silent, she couldn't help but hold his hand and cover it to her heart.

“That’s the whole truth, Sheng Sheng,” he said. “If you blame me, you can take my life…”

Hearing the voice, his face flushed slightly. He felt the strong heartbeat in his chest and curled his fingers up slightly.

Even if Mu didn't tell him these things, he had already guessed most of them when he clashed with Si Ming that day.

After hearing the whole story today, the questions that had been troubling me for so long finally seem to have been answered.

"Does my brother feel sorry for me?"

Hearing a voice, he suddenly asked.

He Mu hadn't expected him to ask so directly. Holding Wen Rensheng, he said "Mmm" with shame.

Ultimately, he didn't care who he had wrongly killed, who he had helped, how many crimes he had committed, or how much merit he had lost. The only thing he cared about was Wenrensheng. He didn't want to cause Wenrensheng any pain or make him unhappy.

But such a thing still happened. If Si Ming is cruel and inhumane, then he is aiding and abetting evil. He has no right to sit here and hold Wen Rensheng tightly in his arms.

Everything we have today is because the little demon Wenrensheng is too kind. He always repays kindness with kindness and never implicates anyone.

As expected, after a brief silence upon hearing the voice, she raised her hand and cupped He Mu's cheeks.

“But I wasn’t even born when my brother was working for Si Ming,” he said earnestly. “You haven’t wronged me, so stop talking about yourself like that.”

He Mu smiled helplessly: "I knew you would say that."

“You know all this time,” Wen Rensheng said unhappily, frowning. “Since you know, why do you still have to say such things!”

"Because I feel you're too kind, forgiving me too easily. I clearly—"

"So, what you mean, brother," Wenren interrupted him coldly, "is it all my fault now?"

"Hey, no, no," He Mu said, quickly patting his wolf ears as he saw that he was about to explode. "It's all my fault, I won't say it again."

Hearing the voice, he became even more dissatisfied. He dodged Mu's hand and said angrily, "I didn't say it was your fault. Why are you always in such a hurry to admit your mistakes? You weren't listening to what I was saying at all!"

"I didn't," He Mu said, feeling wronged. "Sheng Sheng, I listened to everything you said. Don't be angry. I just feel like I have a problem too, so I—"

"Didn't I tell you you're fine?!"

"…………"

He opened his mouth, but didn't dare to say anything more.

Wen Rensheng was furious with He Mu. He asked about this matter not in the first place to hold anyone accountable, and he didn't think He Mu had caused him any pain, so he didn't need He Mu's apology.

As it turned out, the man didn't understand his feelings at all and kept apologizing, as if there was some deep-seated hatred between them.

Didn't we agree not to let ourselves become estranged? The mountain god has completely forgotten their agreement!

Hearing voices, she grew angrier and angrier, finally rolling herself up in the blanket and lying down on the edge of the bed like a spring roll.

He Mu called out to him, both amused and exasperated, "Sheng Sheng, you're not dressed yet. You'll catch a cold sleeping like this."

“I won’t speak to you starting tomorrow,” Wen Rensheng interrupted him, his tone cold. “If you have anything to say, go find the Night Protector to relay the message.”

Finally, he gruffly said "Goodnight, brother," and then ignored He Mu completely.

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Author's Note: The Night Guardian had foresight.