Chapter 85 Without the older man's doting affection, where would the younger man's madness come from?
Yin Lisheng's breathing gradually calmed down as he buried his face in Fu Yunshu's neck, but he still refused to let go, only pulling her closer, like a large dog that had finally found its owner, nuzzling her affectionately.
Fu Yunshu let him hold him, his fingers gently stroking Yin Lisheng's cool, smooth hair at the back of his head. He rarely got this close to anyone, let alone such a close embrace, but he didn't reject Yin Lisheng. The warmth and heartbeat emanating from Yin Lisheng gave him an unprecedented sense of security and peace.
"Master," his voice was still a little hoarse, but full of joy, "when shall we set off for the Northern Border?"
Seeing that his emotions had stabilized and he had regained his usual aloof demeanor, Fu Yunshu said, "No rush. You have just broken through to the Tribulation Realm and need to consolidate your realm. This trip to the Northern Territory is no small matter, so we must make full preparations."
"Wen asked them that they had been preparing for a long time and would go to the main peak to discuss matters in three days, at which time they would finalize the details."
"Other forces in the cultivation world actually agreed to this?" Yin Lisheng was somewhat surprised.
“It’s alright.” Fu Yunshu’s tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable confidence. “Qingyuan Sect has stood for ten thousand years, so it has some ability. The Lin and Ji families are friends, not enemies. Tianji Pavilion and most others remain neutral. As for certain people…” He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, “If they don’t know what’s good for them, I have my own ways of dealing with them.”
Looking at his master's protective and domineering demeanor, Yin Lisheng felt extremely fond of him and couldn't help but lean in and steal a kiss on his lips. Then, he smiled like a child who had stolen candy, his eyes crinkling with joy.
Fu Yunshu's ears turned slightly red from his sneak attack. She glared at him, but it had no intimidating effect: "You have no manners."
"This disciple knows his mistake." Yin Lisheng readily admitted his mistake, but his eyes were bright and clear, showing no remorse whatsoever.
Over the next three days, the atmosphere at Tingxuefeng was completely different from usual. Although it remained quiet, there was an inexplicably sticky and intimate feeling.
Yin Lisheng needed to stabilize his state of mind, so he spent most of his time meditating and regulating his breathing in a quiet room.
Fu Yunshu stood guard by the side, sometimes flipping through ancient books, sometimes dealing with messages that came in, but his gaze would always unconsciously fall on his disciple who was sitting in meditation.
Whenever Yin Lisheng finished a round of meditation and opened his eyes, he would always meet his master's gaze, and then the two would smile at each other.
Sometimes Yin Lisheng would snuggle up to Fu Yunshu, resting his head on his lap, and chatter on about the dangers and insights he had experienced during his seclusion, while Fu Yunshu listened quietly.
Occasionally, when the topic turned to danger, Yin Lisheng would complain aggrievedly, and then take the opportunity to ask for a kiss as a "reward," which Fu Yunshu would give in to.
Perhaps because they had just gotten together, Yin Lisheng often clung to him, demanding kisses. After this happened several times, Fu Yunshu felt a little ashamed and wanted to refuse. At these times, Yin Lisheng wouldn't force him; instead, she would sadly bring up past events, saying with a wronged tone that she simply loved her master too much.
Even though Fu Yunshu knew that Yin Lisheng was probably just pretending, she was always moved by those wet, puppy-dog eyes and gave in to his advances.
Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't harden his heart.
On the third day, Yan Nanqiu suddenly visited.
"Immortal Venerable, Li Sheng, it's been a long time." Yan Nanqiu greeted the two.
Looking at his close friend, who had lost his vitality and become reserved and quiet, Yin Lisheng felt a pang of emotion.
"I hope the Immortal Venerable can summon Peak Master Gu. Yesterday, I regained my memories," Yan Nanqiu stated his purpose directly, "and found some things related to the Demon Emperor within them."
Gu Zhinan arrived quickly, and Yan Nanqiu, seeing that everyone had arrived, began to slowly recount the memories he had regained.
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Yan Nanqiu was disliked in the Demon Clan since childhood. Yan Ji wanted to use him to win Nan Qing's heart, but when he found it useless, he would beat and scold him at every turn. The Demon Clan regarded Yan Nanqiu as an omen of bad luck and considered him a disgrace to Yan Ji. Nan Qing also treated him coldly and ignored him, and would occasionally hit him when she got emotional.
At first, Yan Nanqiu was confused and sad, but later he became numb. He couldn't blame Nanqing, because Nanqing originally had a happy and fulfilling family, but Yan Ji destroyed it all and forced her to give birth to Yan Nanqiu.
Yan Nanqiu's presence was like a constant reminder of the humiliation she had endured. Therefore, after Yan Nanqiu grew up, he rarely lingered around her, but he would still visit Nan Qing once a month.
Until that day, Yan Nanqiu made his usual visit to Nan Qing.
The dying Gu Zhinan suddenly collapsed into Nan Qing's courtyard. Yan Nanqiu wanted to drag this unknown person out, but Nan Qing stopped him.
A tassel hung on Gu Zhinan's sword. Nan Qing clearly remembered that it was a tassel that Song Fu had woven by hand and given to Song Wenzhuo when he was two years old and was practicing with a toy wooden sword.
This person must know Wen Zhuo; she must save this person.
It was on that day that Yan Nanqiu learned that her mother did not not love her children, but that she had given all her love to another child, a child who came into this world carrying the expectations and love of his parents.
His name is Song Wenzhuo.
Although Yan Nanqiu felt bitter, he was willing to help Nanqing escape from the demon clan. He and his mother, one of them had to be happy.
Yan Ji often came to Nan Qing's place, but it was very quiet at Yan Nan Qiu's place, and no one wanted to go there. So he took Gu Zhi Nan back to his residence.
Several days later, Gu Zhinan woke up, and Nan Qing called him in for a talk. As soon as Gu Zhinan saw Nan Qing's face, which looked remarkably like Song Wenzhuo's, he believed her. They talked for a long time, and Yan Nanqiu eavesdropped for a long time as well.
It turns out that Gu Zhinan is the top disciple of the Sword Peak of the Qingyuan Sect and a friend of Song Wenzhuo; it turns out that Song Wenzhuo is now the leader of the younger generation of the Qingyuan Sect and the future sect master. He has seniors like Immortal Venerable Huaiwei and True Person Liushuang who love him, lively and lovely fellow disciples like Ning Xuexi and Ye Xiuzhu, and the envy and praise of countless people in the cultivation world.
Song Wenzhuo is a chosen one of heaven, while Yan Nanqiu is an ant in the mud.
Yan Nanqiu ran away, not daring to listen any further.
However, Gu Zhinan was still discovered. Under Yan Ji's questioning, Yan Nanqiu, in a moment of desperation, said that he liked men and that these were male concubines he had brought in from outside.
"A male concubine?" Yan Ji was speechless. "You really like him?"
“Yes,” Yan Nanqiu said, trying to appear calm, “I really like him, and I’m going to make him my Crown Princess.”
"Then let's establish it." Yan Ji didn't care about this kind of thing, after all, he didn't care about Yan Nanqiu in the first place.
The three planned their escape, and soon their opportunity came.
A human cultivator codenamed "Heavenly Punisher" appeared on the border of the demon race, slaughtering many demons and even destroying an important border city, causing panic among the demons. Yan Ji was furious and sent all five demon generals out to kill the human cultivator.
Just then, some unruly demons began to cause trouble, and Yan Ji, in a fit of rage, personally went to suppress them.
This was undoubtedly a golden opportunity. Yan Ji set up arrays throughout the entire Demon Palace, prohibiting human cultivators from using spiritual power and communication methods.
However, Yan Nanqiu was not among them, and with several experts absent, Gu Zhinan and Nan Qing easily evaded most of the patrols with his help. Once they left the Demon Palace, they could request support from the Qingyuan Sect.
However, things didn't go as planned, and Yan Ji returned. Enraged, Yan Ji didn't want to harm Nan Qing, so he could only vent his anger on Yan Nan Qiu.
That was the first time Yan Nanqiu had faced death directly. Yan Ji's hand was around his neck, his breathing became increasingly labored, his vision gradually blurred, and his consciousness began to fade.
Yan Nanqiu was actually quite happy; she was finally going to be free...
But he didn't die.
Nan Qing forcibly boosted her cultivation by burning her divine soul to attack Yan Ji.
"Nan Qing, are you crazy?" Yan Ji said in disbelief. "Unless you have the Nine-Turn Essence Pill, you will not only not survive, but you will not even have any hope of reincarnation."
Those were the last words Gu Zhinan heard before he lost consciousness. Nan Qing's self-destructive actions broke through the array seal set up by Yan Ji, and the life-saving magic artifact on Gu Zhinan's body took effect, teleporting the severely injured Gu Zhinan back to Qingyuan Sect.
He had lost his memory, and only a deep obsession in his heart reminded him that he had to use the Nine-Turn Essence Pill to save Nan... Nan what?
To prevent himself from forgetting this phrase later, he changed his name to serve as a constant reminder.
Yan Nanqiu also heard her mother's last words.
"Yan Nanqiu is also my child."
Yan Nanqiu felt relieved. At least his mother still had a place for him in her heart, even if that place was very small... In this way, he could die without regrets.
However, Yan Nanqiu did not die. After regaining consciousness, he found himself bound, with only half of Yan Ji's body remaining and a man in black robes in front of him.
"Are you sure this method will work?" Yan Ji asked skeptically.
"This is a secret technique of the demon race, and we are engaging in fair trade. Demon Lord, you can rest assured," said the man in black robes.
"Hmph, what good stuff could your demon race possibly have? That old codger Shaoyu is still alive!" Yan Ji said disdainfully.
The man in black robes remained silent, but Yan Ji ultimately used the secret technique. Then, Yan Nanqiu discovered he had lost control of his body.
He watched Yan Ji seize power with his own body and did many evil things, but Yan Nanqiu was powerless to do anything about it.
In the face of ever-growing despair, Yan Nanqiu even began to doubt whether he was still alive. If he was, then what was he now?
Thirty years ago, Yan Ji suddenly lost control of his body for some unknown reason, and Yan Nanqiu seized this opportunity to regain control of his body.
He sealed Yan Ji using his bloodline as a guide, at the cost of his own cultivation and memories.
Yan Nanqiu woke up in a mountain forest. He didn't remember his name or his identity, but he did remember that he seemed to be going to Qingyuan Sect.
He cultivated in the deep mountains for a period of time, and just then, the Qingyuan Sect held a disciple recruitment ceremony. So he gave himself the name Qiu Nan and came to the Qingyuan Sect.
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Was the method of possession given to you by the demon race? Why? What are their motives? And how did the demon race come to be?
Fu Yunshu rubbed his temples; the matter was becoming increasingly perplexing.
Yan Nanqiu: "Immortal Venerable, this is all I know. I hope it is helpful to you. I will continue to investigate the man in black robes."
"Thank you," Fu Yunshu said sincerely to Yan Nanqiu.
“These are minor matters,” Yan Nanqiu shook his head. “Although I would love to go to the demon realm with you, if I don’t keep the demons under control, I’m afraid someone might take the opportunity to cause trouble.”
Fu Yunshu said, "I understand."
“Then,” Yan Nanqiu stood up to say goodbye, “I hope you have a smooth journey.”
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Author's note: The Heavenly Punisher is Ji Yuanbai, as mentioned in Chapter 45.
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