Chapter 155 Soul Creation "You still said you don't like me..."
Yun Wanzhou continued, "On the day Wuxiang was slaughtered, you went to see Sect Leader Gu."
The hidden truth was suddenly thrown out, and Xie Wuyang's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst out. "So?"
Yun Wanzhou said firmly, "He had a grudge against you."
Xie Wuyang asked: "What grudge?"
Yun Wanzhou shook his head. "I don't know. It must be your origin before you became the Demon Lord."
Xie Wuyang laughed out loud, "Yes, he has a grudge against me. I wish I could skin him alive, pull out his tendons, and chop him into a pulp."
"But you didn't."
Xie Wuyang suddenly felt annoyed with Yun Wanzhou's confident look, "How did you know?"
"Master Gu died from sword energy." Yun Wanzhou said.
Xie Wuyang: "I killed him with Quexie."
"You did use Quexie, but you deliberately missed the target with your sword, causing it to land on the ancestral tablet in the Wuxiang Temple."
Xie Wuyang was completely speechless.
Yun Wanzhou was right. That day, he broke into Wuxiang and pointed his sword at Sect Leader Gu.
He thought there would be a fierce battle, but he only lifted Quexie and scared the notorious leader to the ground, which made him feel extremely bored.
He did not kill him, but just swung a sword energy past the master's ear, smashing the neatly arranged tablets behind him into pieces, leaving a group of disciples in a panic.
On the second day, the news of the annihilation of the Wuxiang family reached the demon world, along with declarations of war from hundreds of immortal families.
It is not difficult to prove Xie Wuyang's innocence, but no one cares what the truth is.
Because only when Xie Wuyang exterminated the entire Wuxiang family did the hundreds of immortal families have a legitimate reason to kill Xie Wuyang.
It's been too long.
Looking back, Xie Wuyang himself was not sure whether his sword strike had hurt the sect leader, but Yun Wanzhou was extremely convinced, as if he knew him very well.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help himself after all and raised the jar of wine in his hand. His movements were so fast that before Yun Wanzhou could react, the jar was already half empty.
The unfinished wine ran across his Adam's apple and wet his collar, making Xie Wuyang look even more pitiful and embarrassed.
Yun Wanzhou felt a surge of emotion and excitement in his heart, and opened his mouth, "You..."
Xie Wuyang spoke at the same time: "Yun Wanzhou, what do you take me for?"
Yun Wanzhou paused, looking stunned.
Xie Wuyang pulled the corners of his lips, smiling bitterly, "The first time I saw you, did you recognize me?"
In Xiangling Mountain, who were you thinking of when you looked at me?
Yun Wanzhou knew everything about him, but he knew nothing.
The air was silent for a long time.
During the silent wait, Xie Wuyang could only rely on drinking to cover up the tension and fear in his heart.
When Yun Wanzhou's voice fell, Xie Wuyang's breathing also stopped.
"Um."
"It's true." Xie Wuyang nodded and put down the wine jar with a dejected look on his face.
Yun Wanzhou's gaze as he looked at him became vague and ethereal, just like when they first met at Xiangling Peak. He was clearly looking at him, but it seemed as if he was looking through him at someone else.
"You haven't changed much from before."
"Really?" Xie Wuyang couldn't stand this look and lay sideways on the chair. "Are you referring to me, or me and him?"
Yun Wanzhou replied softly, "It's all you."
Xie Wuyang felt a dull pain in his heart and said sarcastically, "Don't you find it funny that the Immortal Venerable said that?"
The person behind him didn't answer him.
Xie Wuyang paused and then asked, "Did you know from the beginning that I would go back five hundred years?"
This time, he waited for Yun Wanzhou's response, "I've thought about it. But I'm not sure."
"That sword..." Xie Wuyang's voice became hoarse, "was it to make me remember it?"
Silence is like a silent consent.
Xie Wuyang's throat spasmed and he could no longer speak.
He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.
What made him happy was that it turned out that during the five hundred years that he didn't know about, and the more than ten years that he thought were hostile to each other, Yun Wanzhou had always remembered everything between them.
The sad thing is that even so, his sword still stabbed without mercy.
When Yun Wanzhou stabbed him, did he ever feel soft-hearted for a moment?
"I'm sorry." Yun Wanzhou's words completely confirmed Xie Wuyang's guess.
Before Xie Wuyang could mourn, Yun Wanzhou's unfinished words came to him again, "Shattered Snow...something wasn't right that day. I couldn't control it."
Like a dead tree coming back to life in spring, Xie Wuyang's frozen heartbeat suddenly became violent, and his voice trembled as he spoke, "That sword...wasn't your intention?"
"I remember you once said that you died under the Broken Snow Sword. But I'm not sure if my guess is correct. I'm afraid you won't wake up. Are you okay? I..."
Whenever he thought of that scene, the blood spurting out from the Broken Snow Sword piercing his chest and the tsunami of pain seemed to drown him, until Xie Wuyang's voice saved him from drowning.
Yun Wanzhou raised his eyelids, confusion and pain intertwined in his eyes, "I don't know why this happened..."
"Five hundred years, after I left, have you used the soul-making technique?" Xie Wuyang's voice was hoarse.
Yun Wanzhou said, "I have used it."
Five hundred years ago, Xie Wuyang's last words lingered in his ears day by day.
Soul-making requires the aura of the master, so personal items must be the best.
But the man who said he was coming to take his life left without leaving anything behind.
Only the bare shell remained.
Later, Yun Wanzhou tried to resurrect his disciple, but the result was unsatisfactory.
The original Xie Wuyang never came back.
The only explanation is that this body has been occupied by someone else's soul for too long, and the aura it has been contaminated with is no longer pure.
Is there any breath of that person among these breaths?
One day three months after Xie Wuyang left, Yun Wanzhou woke up from a nightmare. When he turned around, he saw the familiar sword.
He didn't know what he was thinking. That day, he tried to create a soul again as usual, but he was creating the soul of another person.
Yun Wanzhou: "I will follow your instructions and try to rebuild his soul."
"Did it work?"
Yun Wanzhou shook his head, "No."
"Why?" Xie Wuyang asked.
Yun Wanzhou replied, "I've been to the Demon Realm and while searching for the cause, I learned that there's another possibility for the soul-making technique to fail besides the incorrect method."
Xie Wuyang's eyebrows twitched, and he vaguely guessed what Yun Wanzhou was going to say next.
"What is it?"
"The master's soul has dissipated." Yun Wanzhou paused and continued, "Although taking over another's body will damage the original soul, it won't be serious enough to cause it to disintegrate. Although I don't know exactly what happened, I can be sure that you are him. If you leave, I can't recreate his soul, nor can I create yours."
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered, and he turned to meet Yun Wanzhou's gaze.
The air flowed silently as if stagnant, and a subtle atmosphere spread between the two of them.
Xie Wuyang's gaze became very hot, as if it wanted to burn through the person in front of him.
"Have you ever created a soul for me?"
Yun Wanzhou's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded truthfully.
Just as he was about to say something, he heard Xie Wuyang laugh and stand up, "You said you don't like me..."
Before Yun Wanzhou could understand the meaning of these words, Xie Wuyang leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
The kiss came suddenly and overbearingly, like a sudden rainstorm that caught people off guard.
The smell of alcohol lingered between the lips and teeth, and the damp, sticky air lingered in the nostrils.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and placed it on Yun Wanzhou's waist, holding it tightly, as if he wanted to integrate him into his own bones and blood.
He has grown up, and compared to the youthful naivety he once had, he is more aggressive and possessive.
The heat between the breaths made Yun Wanzhou unable to think for a moment, and his mind went blank.
Until someone bit his lips hard, and the taste of rust spread across the tip of his tongue.
"You're distracted," Xie Wuyang's lips moved away a little, and his breath fell ambiguously on Yun Wanzhou's lips.
A soft laugh fell from his Adam's apple, followed by two heavily bitten words, "Master."
The blood in Yun Wanzhou's body suddenly surged and rushed to his ears.
This was the first time Yun Wanzhou heard this name after five hundred years.
These two words are clearly sacred and inviolable, but in such a situation, when they came out of Xie Wuyang's mouth, they actually had a bit more meaning.
Yun Wanzhou's cheeks and neck turned red. He raised his hand to push Xie Wuyang's chest away, but Xie Wuyang grabbed his hand and pulled it towards him.
The hot kiss fell again, like a person who had been walking in the desert for a long time and was about to die of thirst, finally welcoming a long-awaited rain.
First it was the lips, then the eyes, nose, ears, and later, the breath fell on the neck.
It was the first time that Yun Wanzhou realized that his neck was so sensitive. Just a slight touch caused an electric current to spread throughout his body.
He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his neck, stopping Xie Wuyang from making the next move. He raised his eyes and angrily said, "Enough."
Poor Yun Xianzun knew very little about the word love, and had no idea how tempting his eyes were at this moment, with watery eyes, red at the corners of his eyes, and the look of him being deeply immersed in lust.
Like adding fuel to the fire, Xie Wuyang's breathing suddenly became heavier. He eagerly pried Yun Wanzhou's hand away and said in a hoarse voice, "Not enough..."
At the same time, he handcuffed Yun Wanzhou's hands behind his back and pushed him against the chair.
Their lips and teeth touched, and their breaths blended together again.
The smell of alcohol in his breath seemed to be roasting Yun Wanzhou over a fire. The moment Xie Wuyang pried open his lips and teeth, the temperature reached its peak.
Yun Wanzhou seemed to be about to be refined.
In a daze, he heard the person on his body muttering his name.
At first they called him "Yun Wanzhou", then they called him "Yun Xianzun", and later they even called him "Master".
Whenever this happened, Yun Wanzhou's reaction was always very big. He would tremble first, then open his eyes and cover Xie Wuyang's mouth, "Don't call me that..."
He felt a dampness in his palm. Xie Wuyang licked it and pretended to be innocent and nonchalant when he took his hand back. "What's that called?"
Yun Wanzhou didn't know how to answer.
Xie Wuyang leaned close to his ear, deliberately lowered his voice, and jokingly asked, "Yun, Xiao, Wu?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang kissed Yun Wanzhou's ear and bit him.
"Xiao Wu," Xie Wuyang said vaguely, "Do you like me treating you like this?"
Xie Wuyang put one hand around Yun Wanzhou's waist and rubbed his neck with the other hand, igniting the little sanity that was left in Yun Wanzhou.
He had no time to listen to what Xie Wuyang said. It was just that occasionally Xie Wuyang's hands or lips were beyond his tolerance. He raised his hand to stop him reflexively, but was easily moved away by Xie Wuyang.
It was not until later, when his clothes were rubbed, that Xie Wuyang's hand fell on Yun Wanzhou's waist, trying to untie his belt.
Yun Wanzhou managed to regain some sanity, held Xie Wuyang's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "No..."
Xie Wuyang's warm, calloused hands caressed Yun Wanzhou's, his eyes lowered as he stared at him intently, "Why not? Master, didn't you think of me during these five hundred years I was away?"
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