Chapter 63: The Confession Maniac

A land of dreams.

Bamboo hut.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees outside, the bamboo leaves whispering. Shen Qingqiu sat by the desk, his hands tucked into his sleeves, lost in thought.

In short, sitting and spacing out.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and Luo Binghe appeared at the entrance of the bamboo hut, urgently calling out, "Master!"

He rushed into the house, and Shen Qingqiu, who had been holding back his complaints for a long time, finally blurted them out.

Shen Qingqiu said, "You really gave it to me?!"

Luo Binghe said, "If I don't give it to him, I don't know how that demon will torture my master."

You call others demons, but you yourself are a demon. One is a big demon, and the other is a little demon. You're driving people crazy!

Shen Qingqiu said patiently, "I didn't call out or shout, so why should I worry? I... I'm not someone who can't tolerate things."

After many years, he once again referred to himself as Luo Binghe's master in front of him, which felt strangely bittersweet.

Luo Binghe looked at him, a hint of grief and indignation flashing in his eyes: "Master, you've fainted from the pain, and you still say it's not worth worrying about?"

They finally woke up and met, and finally managed to talk things out, but they were still forced to watch helplessly as the person was taken away.

If it weren't for the fear of Tianlang Jun's blood curse, Luo Binghe wouldn't have been so restrained. He clearly didn't want to hold others back, yet he still managed to control them. Shen Qingqiu was annoyed: "It's not that you're useless. It's that I wasn't careful and fell into his trap."

Luo Binghe said, "My master was forced to drink his blood to help me. Even if my master can endure it, I cannot. If he wants the sword, I will give it to him. It's not a big deal."

Shen Qingqiu knelt down before him.

What do you mean by "it's nothing serious"? That's your cheat code!!!

Before he could finish speaking, he quickly changed his words: "Have you considered the consequences if the Heart Demon Sword falls into the hands of someone else? The Demon Realm, the Northern Frontier, the Human Realm, and the Azure Sky Mountain will all be targets of his destruction."

He was pointing out the pros and cons, but Luo Binghe became depressed again: "...Master was angry that I gave him my inner demon, just because he was afraid of implicating the Cangqiong Mountain Sect?"

...

Why can't this child understand?

He said he didn't want your physical body, only your sword. Did you believe him?

Is it really that sweet? What if he takes the sword and then turns his back on me?

Worrying about the Cangqiong Mountain Sect and worrying about Luo Binghe are not contradictory!

Luo Binghe's words give the impression of those little girls who constantly ask men, "Do you love me? Do you love your career more or me more?" It's unclear what kind of thought process they're using.

No matter how you try to reason with this child, you can't get through to him; they get entangled again after just a few words. Shen Qingqiu was busy catching chickens when, unexpectedly, Luo Binghe complained first: "I can never get through to Master."

Shen Qingqiu stood with his hands behind his back and took a deep breath.

Both sides felt they couldn't communicate with each other, wondering if things could ever get better. This is the generation gap!

Luo Binghe suddenly said, "Master knows my feelings, doesn't he?"

When the topic turned to this, Shen Qingqiu froze for a moment, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

He's terrible at handling these kinds of situations.

Luo Binghe said, "This bamboo house is the beautiful scenery of my dreams. Whenever I am upset, I can come here and calm down quickly."

Is this the place where he secretly wiped away his tears and cried...?

Luo Binghe said slowly, "The days I spent learning martial arts at Qingjing Peak were the happiest time of my life."

When he said this, his expression and the end of his voice were extremely gentle. Shen Qingqiu saw this and felt as if her heart had been poked. She was even embarrassed to complain in her heart.

Because this is truly the ultimate expression of how a person can regard something as a treasure and love it as their own life.

No one could bear to laugh it off.

Luo Binghe's fingers gently brushed across the smooth, polished green bamboo tabletop as he whispered, "When I first joined the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, I was both happy and apprehensive, thinking that from now on I must work diligently. When I became a disciple of Qingjing Peak, my master didn't pay much attention to me at first."

"But I remember even more that it was my master who first gave me medicine for my injuries, the first time he let me get on the carriage, prepared a room for me, patiently taught me swordsmanship, and secretly protected me... all of these were done by my master."

Shen Qingqiu listened silently and suddenly realized that he had been ignoring another aspect all along.

Luo Binghe is not just a simple person who holds grudges.

He would certainly repay those he hated a thousandfold, but he would also cherish the kindness others showed him. Every single thing, every single detail, which Shen Qingqiu himself might not have thought much of, and some he might not even remember at all, he remembered clearly.

Remembering is certainly a good thing, but it would be even better if those thoughts weren't misplaced...

Luo Binghe withdrew his hand from the bamboo table and suddenly took a step towards him. Shen Qingqiu reflexively said, "Calm down."

If only he had his folding fan in hand right now, he could fan himself and calm them both down. Luo Binghe was relatively obedient to him, managing to maintain a semblance of composure: "Does Master know why I can never calm down when it comes to you?"

Shen Qingqiu truly couldn't guess, so he could only remain silent.

Luo Binghe said, "My master once asked me if I could endure any kind of suffering and torment."

Shen Qingqiu: "?"

It seems like that has happened before.

He said, "Not bad?"

Luo Binghe said, "That's right, I can endure it. I can be indifferent to what others do. But this suffering and torment cannot be inflicted on me by you!"

A thousand or ten thousand people can treat him badly, it doesn't matter. But there's only one person he can't treat badly!

His meaning was crystal clear, and his gaze was unwavering, fixed on Shen Qingqiu like a burning flame. Shen Qingqiu was almost overwhelmed.

He said, "Put it aside for now..."

Shouldn't we be discussing serious matters at a time like this? Let's talk about how to retrieve the stolen cheat code, gossip about Luo Binghe's two awful relatives, guess what gift Tianlang-jun is going to give to the human world, how to deal with these issues, and how to resolve the three bloodstains in Shen Qingqiu's body.

Luo Binghe was determined not to discuss serious matters. He stubbornly said, "Unless everything starts over, Master, you shouldn't have done any of this for me from the beginning. You shouldn't have accepted me as your disciple, saved me time and time again, taught me diligently, or given me any hope. Now that things have come to this, how can you expect me to give up?"

In a way, it seems like Shen Qingqiu was being irresponsible!

He had just reached out to stroke Luo Binghe's hair when he was grabbed and pulled close.

Shen Qingqiu: "...Hey."

Luo Binghe said, "If Master hates me for doing this, then beat me, chop me up, kill me. I never fight back, you know that."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyelashes, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he leaned closer.

She seemed very nervous, afraid of being rejected, and even her lips were trembling slightly.

Shen Qingqiu was helpless.

He was the one who was controlling Shen Qingqiu, so why did the one who used force seem more helpless?

Bamboo groves and green houses, empty mountains and no birdsong to be heard.

Shen Qingqiu jumped up.

The air was very dry, making his throat itch. A dark-skinned demon girl was crouching beside him. As soon as he sat up, she called out in a thick accent, "You're awake!"

Tianlang Jun lifted the curtain with one hand, peeked in, and raised an eyebrow: "You slept for quite a while."

The timing of waking up from this dream couldn't be better!

Otherwise, who knows when that brat Luo Binghe will release him. Once he's got his hands on him, he won't let go!

Shen Qingqiu wiped her face. The dry wind made the gauze curtains flutter wildly, letting the outside world's scenery into the car.

He was now lying on top of a giant black-scaled serpent, which carried a magnificent platform on its back and crawled steadily on the ground.

Scattered all around were demons of all shapes and sizes, some fully beast-like and some half-beast-like, forming a chaotic yet massive army that was advancing.

Shen Qingqiu judged that this place should be the southern border of the Demon Realm.

The Northern Frontier was once the territory of Mobei Jun, but now it has become Luo Binghe's territory, with a predominance of humanoid demons who use offensive techniques. Only the Southern Frontier has a large number of beast-type demons and hybrids, resembling an animal documentary.

I wonder where Tianlang-jun is leading this group of demons to migrate to, and what he plans to do.

After Shen Qingqiu finished observing the environment, he suddenly noticed that his right chest and entire arm were still throbbing and numb, and he felt slightly sluggish and unresponsive.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, making full mental preparations, and looked down.

Damn. The situation was more serious than he had anticipated.

It was as if he had been fitted with a prosthetic limb made of twigs and leaves, densely covered with green buds and leaves, trembling with the slightest movement. His fingers were numb, and he couldn't even curl them up.

He couldn't bear to look at it after just one glance. The Xiuya Sword was right beside him; he really wanted to pick it up and chop that hand off.

Just then, Zhuzhilang approached, carrying a small golden censer with wisps of smoke rising from it. Shen Qingqiu asked warily, "What are you doing?"

Zhu Zhilang said, "I only wish to help Master Shen..."

Shen Qingqiu immediately made a "pause" gesture. He was most afraid of Zhuzhilang saying such things. He had learned his lesson; the snake's way of repaying kindness was to stuff his mouth full of demonic blood. Zhuzhilang earnestly said, "Please believe me. If the threads of love are not removed more than seven times a day, the remnants will remain in the flesh and blood. I've only pulled them out three times today, and now is the crucial moment. If I can't pull them out, Master Shen's arm will be lost."

Upon hearing that there was a risk of disability, Shen Qingqiu immediately offered his arm.

Zhu Zhilang took a piece of red-hot charcoal from the small golden furnace, held it in his bare hands, and without changing his expression, pressed it against Shen Qingqiu's chest with a snap.

Shen Qingqiu: "..."

He knew that it was normal not to expect "help" from Chikuchiro.

The charcoal stone pressed down on the budding love bud on his chest, burning the bud and leaves until they withered and curled up, scalding the roots and making Shen Qingqiu want to grimace. But because it would look too unsightly, he forced a straight face and endured it.

After Zhuzhilang scalded each part where green shoots had sprouted, the arm was at least temporarily presentable.

Zhu Zhilang put away the charcoal and said, "We'll burn it three more times this afternoon."

Shen Qingqiu pulled the outer garment he had just taken off onto his shoulder. Zhuzhilang glanced at it unintentionally and quickly lowered his head.

Tianlangjun laughed from outside, "What are you shy about?"

Yeah, Shen Qingqiu also wanted to ask, what are you shy about? What's there to be shy about when you're looking at your chest and arms that were just covered in fleshy buds?

Zhu Zhilang said in a serious tone, "Your Majesty, please don't make fun of me. I have absolutely no improper thoughts about Master Shen."

He looked at Shen Qingqiu and emphasized, "I don't have any of Luo Binghe's improper thoughts."

Why are you emphasizing this so much?!

Zhu Zhilang hurriedly jumped off the snake's back with Xiao Lu and returned to the ground to direct and adjust the ranks. Shen Qingqiu was bewildered for a moment, his eyes darting around, searching everywhere.

The Demon Sword... The Demon Sword... Where is the Demon Sword?

Oh, it's outside, next to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor. It's the one lying at his feet.

Shen Qingqiu was utterly speechless.

That's way too casual!

That's the number one swordsman in "The Proud Immortal Demon Path"! Is it really okay to just throw it away like that?!

Tianlang-jun, who was gazing into the distance with his chin resting on his hand, noticed Shen Qingqiu's strange expression and asked, "What is Peak Master Shen looking at?"

She paused, then followed his gaze downwards: "Look at my sword?"

Shen Qingqiu said calmly, "That is Luo Binghe's sword."

Tianlang Jun smiled indifferently and said, "Peak Master Shen, there's something I've always wanted to ask you."

Shen Qingqiu: "Please."

Ask away, I'll just give random answers.

Tianlangjun asked, "Have you and my son ever practiced dual cultivation?"

Author's Note: Yesterday's double update was too intense, so I'm late today. Please forgive me TAT

Thank you orli GN for the rocket launcher and to the following for their grenades: Bubbling Bean, Liya, Luan Yue, Fox Fur, Night Love, Salty Fish, Prime Minister, Rou Baozi, Well Fish, Bao Mi Bai, zzzsl, Pray for You, Sweet Potato, Xi Chi, Stupid and Cute Fu, Amaterasu Moe God, Xi, 16415314, Xiao Tian Mi, Little Defile, Su Xiao Ruo Q, and Salty Fish Gn for their landmines.