Chapter 72 "Be My Dog"

Sweet dreams.

It seems like it's been a long time since anyone said goodnight to her, and now she often can't sleep at night.

On one hand, there was resentment; on the other, ambition. So day after day, she locked herself in her room, repeatedly practicing those spells she was tired of, and flipping through those words that ran counter to her former life. Each chapter and section made her forget the peace and stability of her past.

Did the person whose fingertips gently caressed her eyes foresee that things would come to this point between them? Did they foresee the growing bruises under her eyes, and that she would one day see him as a pitiful boy?

Will it snow in my hometown this year?

Meng Chiwan looked through the boy's eyes and focused her gaze on the tiny specks of snow on the newcomer's robes.

It melts very quickly.

The pain came on very quickly.

The demonic energy mixed with spiritual power in his body flowed out continuously and was transported into the bodies of the children in front of him.

Their tender eyes and brows were like newly sprouted leaves on a camphor tree, huddled on the branches, yet brimming with longing for new things. It was a winding path hidden in the sunlight, long and winding, but it could never truly touch the light.

The boy who could split in two was imprisoned forever on the moon. Slowly, his skin grew whiter and whiter, like the concentrated sap from a paper mulberry tree; his features became more and more beautiful; and the years of hardship that had etched themselves on his body were no longer visible.

He was always talking to himself, as if trying to communicate with someone, but he never received a response.

Everyone says that "spirit bag" has gone mad.

Everyone called him "Ling Nang," and no one remembered the name he was willing to pay a heavy price to change.

He still failed to become Yun Xianqing; he became an object, an object that activated the "Heavenly Palace."

This thing spoke to Meng Chiwan incessantly, as if praying to the gods for a better future. But the gods remained silent, watching him suffer excruciating pain as his spiritual energy dispelled the demonic energy. In the high pavilion, he huddled in a corner, the ground littered with shattered glass lamps.

He was like a machine that never stopped running, never ceasing.

“I… owe… owe…” A few scattered words escaped from the boy’s trembling lips, his unsteady breath carrying a lingering resentment.

The only true Yun Xianqing was kept in a high place, while the split-off youths were buried underground. One by one, the seeds of genius were sent here to become the nourishment for true prodigies.

Children from poor families will never amount to anything again.

The young man on the high pavilion had his bones broken inch by inch, yet they grew back bit by bit. Sweat and blood soaked his white robe. His eyes were unfocused and lifeless, and a continuous stream of tears seemed to flow through his heart.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the hall. There was a rustling sound inside his body, as if someone was using needle and thread to mend his broken bones and blood.

It's hard to say whether it's itchy or painful; perhaps it's both.

He opened his eyes. Those eyes were pure black, as if filled with thick ink.

The barrier that had imprisoned him on his path to rebirth was broken. Those chosen ones who guarded him, whose bodies were filled with his spiritual power, uncontrollably knelt on the ground.

The backlash finally reached those chosen ones, and it spread like wildfire in an instant.

Amidst the crimson sky, the young Yun Xianqing actually lowered his head and chuckled.

It was a laugh so heartbreakingly sorrowful that it extinguished those intense and unbearable emotions.

He walked very slowly, as if walking on a knife's edge.

Soon, countless spells and sword techniques struck him, each one aimed at killing him.

He coughed up a lot of blood and looked utterly disheveled.

But all Meng Chiwan could hear was the boy repeatedly asking her, "When will you kill me?"

These were clearly the words, but Meng Chiwan seemed to hear something else entirely: "Kill me quickly."

Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!

The magic incantation was applied to his body, one strike after another.

The sound of a rapid, relentless heartbeat.

Fallen leaves enter the water, leaving no echo.

That split severed his connection with Meng Chiwan, so the boy's hysteria could only be absorbed into that sponge named Meng Chiwan, without receiving any response.

Meng Chiwan watched coldly, but a thought suddenly came to her mind.

In fact, the boy was being killed little by little, but the knife that killed him came from the cruel silence beneath the hysteria, from the predicament of being unable to live or die.

A dense aura of demonic energy emanated from the boy, sweeping away all the dangers that had surrounded him.

Yun Xianqing stopped being hysterical and calmly walked towards a small pond.

The moon was there, witnessing his countless imperfections.

He walked step by step into the pond, and then groped around in it to pull out a long, slender bone.

It's the spine.

The water in the pond slowly crept up the bone, like insects and ants slowly devouring their prey.

In the end, the bone was broken up by the flowing water and became part of the water.

At that moment, Meng Chiwan heard the boy's voice again.

He casually said to her, "Dry Water Sword. When you kill me, you must break it yourself, with your... Surging Waves."

Jinglan? How would he know about Jinglan?

Young Yun Xianqing didn't even know who she was, let alone what her natal sword was.

Unless, the boy in front of us has already changed his inner core.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that she could speak.

So she said, "Even if the whole world owes you something, I, Meng Chiwan, have not wronged you; you are the one who wronged me. Do you think you can make me feel sorry for you and forgive you? What makes you think I would still care about you?"

As the water sword pierced through, layers of blood mist splattered outwards.

Yun Xianqing sighed softly, and when she spoke, she no longer had the unique tone of a young person: "Chi Wan told me that I would have a future called Yun Xianqing, so I have followed Chi Wan's expectations step by step to where I am today, but Chi Wan resents me."

"Shouldn't I complain?" Meng Chiwan said calmly.

“I have a reason to resent it. So I can calmly accept that Chi Wan killed me, something I already knew. But I can’t accept that Chi Wan ignores me and gets close to other people.” Yun Xianqing slowly washed the blood off her hands in the pond, but her body trembled as she spoke of the other people.

What I can't accept is that this girl, who told him that the meaning of his name wasn't so terrible, is gradually going to someone else. What I can't accept is that this person, who once had his heart and soul completely devoted to him, is completely unmoved when she sees him suffering and in pain.

He had always hoped to become Yun Xianqing, but the path to becoming Yun Xianqing was too cruel.

He had gone to great lengths to finally find Meng Chiwan, and after learning that she was the girl who had once hidden inside his body, he swallowed all his love, deliberately injured himself, erased all his memories, and abandoned himself in the Garan Mountains, all for the sake of having an unforgettable encounter with her.

It was originally a pure and innocent encounter.

But he forgot.

Forget what a selfish and shameless person you really are.

Which avatar saw the phrase "killing one's wife to prove one's enlightenment"? It's hard to say.

He had foreseen many things, but he hadn't anticipated that an avatar would personally deliver a sword strike to Meng Chiwan just as he was racking his brains to lead her out of the secret realm.

He was selfish to the extreme. Yet, he still failed to ascend to immortality.

Unfortunately, that pond had long since dried up, otherwise that clone should have been torn to pieces and thrown into the pond.

"Yun Xianqing, how do you think I feel after seeing someone as ugly, despicable, and utterly vile as you?" Meng Chiwan asked softly.

Yun Xianqing's pupils trembled.

"How disgusting. How could I possibly like you, Chen Zhuo?" Meng Chiwan smiled slightly, her tone light and airy, like a feather brushing past Yun Xianqing's ear.

Yun Xianqing's expression changed slightly, and his body trembled a little. He tried his best to control himself, but when he spoke, he inevitably revealed something: "You like Yun Xianqing, and I can be Yun Xianqing forever. I will never become dust again."

"You want to ascend to immortality? But where can you find an immortal as despicable as you?" Meng Chiwan seemed not to hear his words.

"I don't want to ascend... I want..." Yun Xianqing wanted to say something, his tone almost pleading.

"You'll get nothing. Besides the foolish me from before, who else would like you?" Meng Chiwan seemed genuinely puzzled, but in an instant, she turned vicious, saying each word clearly, "Chen Zhuo, can you... just die?"

"No one but me will love you. What's the point of what you're pursuing? You want to expose the Yun family's filth, but are you clean yourself? Aren't your hands covered in Meng Chiwan's blood? Can you even wash your hands clean?" Meng Chiwan said softly.

"Dust and filth. All that you've done is meaningless. You will always be that dust and filth; you can't cleanse the filth, you yourself are the filth."

Meng Chiwan broke his pride inch by inch and crushed his persistence.

Just as she had planned, she wanted to trample him into the mud, torment him at will, and to keep him forever in a state of anxiety and uncertainty.

"If you want me to forgive you, I will." Meng Chiwan suddenly relented, looking through Yun Xianqing's gaze at the pond, where the blood-red water rippled gently.

Yun Xianqing froze, waiting for her to continue.

"Be my dog."

Author's Note: Dog training [milk tea emoji]

I'm going crazy from work! [bubble tea emoji]