Chapter 76 Nightmare and Pleasure Fu Ming finally understood his junior brother's predicament...
Fu Ming never expected that he would open his eyes to find himself in the Grand Competition Secret Realm.
Xiao Huaiyuan looked exactly the same as he remembered. Perhaps frightened by his bloodied appearance, his usually serious and mature face showed a rare look of bewilderment, and his trembling fingers were checking Fu Ming's breath.
Fu Ming remembered that after seeing his junior brother's face, he fell into a deep sleep, which may have left a psychological shadow on the child at that time.
He decided not to scare Xiao Huaiyuan this time.
Every bone in his body ached terribly. Fu Ming opened his mouth and weakly uttered, "Junior brother, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, the world spun around him, and the gloomy, cloudy sky transformed into Xiao Huaiyuan's equally gloomy face, his chin taut and straight, looming over Fu Ming's eyes.
Without saying a word, Xiao Huaiyuan picked him up and carried him horizontally.
Strange, how come he remembers things not developing this way originally?
Shouldn't it be more in line with the relationship between fellow disciples to carry him on one's back?
Xiao Huaiyuan then went on to say, "Senior brother has been poisoned by love. If we don't have intercourse in time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cure this poison."
Wait, wait, what kind of setting is this that's been forced upon him?
Did the dead wind wolves know they could use aphrodisiacs?
A question mark appeared above Fu Ming's soul. He was about to denounce the illogical, third-rate storybook for harming his junior brother when the scene suddenly changed.
Xiao Huaiyuan placed him on a cool blue stone. The babbling stream had polished the stone smooth and flat, making it a perfect place for the patient to rest.
...If Xiao Huaiyuan hadn't positioned him in such an open position, Fu Ming would have been grateful to him.
Fu Ming was nailed to the rock, his waist gripped tightly by a pair of iron hands. Xiao Huaiyuan was biting and nibbling, as if he wanted to chew him up and swallow him whole.
The white robes of the Tianyan Sect, soaked in blood, drifted downstream with the water, their crimson hues spreading like the exquisite blooming of acacia flowers.
Acting hastily, and being a hot-blooded young man who doesn't know his limits, it's natural that he would bleed.
It turns out that during their time in the secret chamber of the Tianyan Sect, it was Xiao Huaiyuan who deliberately concealed his strength, and Fu Ming felt as if his body had been split in two.
The pain was excruciating; Fu Ming was too weak to even cry out in pain.
However, Fu Ming didn't know what forbidden technique Xiao Huaiyuan had secretly practiced that allowed words to become law. He clearly remembered that he hadn't been poisoned, but now he was truly burning with anxiety.
The tiny sparks scorched the vulnerable ground, quietly transforming pain into joy.
The bright red fruit stood upright in the cold, the bloodless toes swayed in the air, and the instep suddenly curled up.
Fu Ming gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress his emotions, not wanting to cry out in broad daylight: "How much longer... how much longer?"
"The poison has penetrated too deeply; it needs to be completely extracted. Senior brother, please bear with it for now."
Xiao Huaiyuan then used a pestle to grind the herbs for him, extracting the juice. Perhaps due to inexperience, he used too much force, and a large amount of spicy herbal juice was poured into Fu Ming's throat, causing him to cough and his cheeks to flush red.
"Senior Brother Fu, Fu Ming, are you here?"
"Strange, didn't Junior Brother Xiao go to look for him? Why hasn't he returned yet?"
...
The calls of his fellow disciples echoed through the deep valley, the reverberation amplified infinitely in Fu Ming's ears, terrifying him so much that he dared not breathe.
But the shameless Xiao Huaiyuan not only didn't stop, he got even more excited.
The wind picked up late, and the sudden rain had just stopped.
Sweat-dampened fingers slid softly to their sides, trembling slightly.
Those figures dressed in the uniforms of the Tianyan Sect kept watching them, blurry and quiet, taking in the cries, struggles, and restraints.
"Xiao, Huaiyuan, do you really have to let everyone know!" Fu Ming felt weak all over and bit Xiao Huaiyuan's shoulder hard, which only excited the latter more.
Satisfied, Xiao Huaiyuan kissed all the marks he had made with devotion: "Wouldn't it be better if everyone saw it? That way, my senior brother would be disgraced, ashamed beyond measure, and would never be able to leave me again, nor would he ever think of abandoning me to die."
"Senior brother, from now on, you shall live in seclusion in this small building, becoming my kept lover, a treasured possession. Is that alright?"
Xiao Huaiyuan twirled Fu Ming's black hair between his fingers and inhaled it carefully. Even though Fu Ming practiced fasting, he still bathed frequently, and his body always carried the refreshing scent of soapberry.
This action was anything but dignified; it could even be described as sinister.
The burning passion was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water, which was not something Xiao Huaiyuan would say.
Fu Ming awoke as if from a dream, regaining his shattered sanity on the verge of ruin. Since entering the dream, he had been completely led by Xiao Huaiyuan's inner demons, as if hypnotized, truly believing that he was poisoned by love.
He flicked Xiao Huaiyuan's forehead with his finger and said hoarsely, "What nonsense are you talking about? Your senior brother has clearly returned alive."
"As the senior brother, if I don't take the danger, am I supposed to let my junior brother go and die in vain?"
As his soul seeped into the earth like water, Fu Ming attempted to seize control of the dream world, but his inner demon, Xiao Huaiyuan, astutely caught him in the act. For some reason, Xiao Huaiyuan's soul strength was comparable to Fu Ming's, who had devoured demonic energy.
The world has been transformed once again.
The smoke of battle had not yet cleared, the setting sun was like blood, and broken weapons were stuck in the blood and limbs scattered on the ground, creating a grim and tragic scene.
Fu Ming also had a deep impression of this place. It was one of the main battlefields of the war between immortals and demons. It was here that he stumbled and was captured by Xiao Huaiyuan, who was two realms lower than him.
He didn't quite remember the state in which Xiao Huaiyuan had subdued him, but it certainly wasn't like this.
He inexplicably lost all his cultivation, inexplicably found himself trapped in a binding formation, and his thinnest part of his waist was stuck in a... hole in the wall?
A very poor posture.
Fu Ming held his breath, intending to pull his waist and legs out in one go, but was slapped twice with a loud thud.
While I was still in a daze, the person behind me appeared uninvited.
The soft, muddy path was easy to navigate, requiring little extra effort.
"The renowned Fu Ming is so unguarded; he must have been favored for a long time to be so docile and familiar," the man chuckled.
That tone, that voice, isn't that Xiao Huaiyuan? Fu Ming's heart sank. Damn it, when had he ever suffered such humiliation!
The long sword was halfway condensed, and the crimson phantom was about to solidify, but it was dispersed by a hand. Fu Ming's chin was then grabbed and lifted up, and Fu Ming squinted to identify the person who came.
Xiao Huaiyuan.
A dilapidated brick wall separated the two fiery areas, filling both the front and back orifices.
Unable to withstand it, Fu Ming finally let out a torrent of fluid, his body radiating an aura of dominance from front to back, top to bottom, inside and out.
Xiao Huaiyuan stroked Fu Ming's tearful eyes, his face cold as he spoke: "Why did you leave with the Demon Lord, Senior Brother? Is it because you think I'm not working hard enough?"
Homosexuality is truly unacceptable. Fu Ming almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "You really, you really take my kindness for granted... The old Demon Lord is ruthless, how can I explain to my master if something happens to you?"
The inner demon Xiao Huaiyuan said many intense things for the first time, like a sharp knife churning in Fu Ming's mind.
Xiao Huaiyuan pressed on: "We haven't seen each other for thirty years since then. Senior brother, you're so cruel."
Fu Ming replied helplessly: "At that time, I had just entered the demonic path and my cultivation was on the verge of collapse, so I had no choice but to rely on the old demon lord's power to stabilize my cultivation and go into seclusion for a long time."
Xiao Huaiyuan: "I've been thinking about it day and night, but I don't know what I did to offend my senior brother."
Fu Ming was clearly the one who was in pain, but he still had to take the time to comfort Xiao Huaiyuan, who hadn't pulled out yet: "Alright, I've never blamed you."
Feeling increasingly aggrieved, Xiao Huaiyuan continued, "If you were willing to come back, I could even change our names and escape the sect. But why are you unwilling to see me? Why do you never want to have a proper talk with me?"
Speaking of this, Fu Ming always felt guilty towards Tianyan Sect and his junior brother. It was awkward to be in the same place for too long, so he simply avoided seeing them.
When we meet again, it will be on the battlefield; there's no reason to reminisce on the battlefield.
Xiao Huaiyuan retaliated by rubbing against him, causing the sweaty body in his arms to tremble: "I still don't know if my senior brother is trying to make amends out of guilt, or if he truly loves me."
Was he hard of hearing? Xiao Huaiyuan's voice was trembling with tears, leaving Fu Ming somewhat at a loss.
His junior brother was always composed, dignified, rational, and emotionally stable, even surpassing the old turtle of Tianchi. He hadn't expected him to have so many sharp thoughts hidden in his heart; he had been careless.
Fu Ming sighed and took the initiative to take care of anything that would make his junior brother feel good. He ate until his cheeks were bulging, then stuck out his red and white tongue and pointed it out to Xiao Huaiyuan.
"You know I have no feelings for men, but doing this with you every day, what else could it be but love?"
As a former straight man, if it weren't for Xiao Huaiyuan forcing him, he would have been chopped into mincemeat by Fu Ming long ago.
The brick wall collapsed with a crash, and the person behind it finally revealed his true form—it was just a clone of Xiao Huaiyuan.
As expected, given Xiao Huaiyuan's jealous and petty nature, how could he allow anyone to touch him, even in a dream?
But that's not all. The two of them climbed to the top at the same time, only to suddenly fall into another layer of dream.
This time, Fu Ming couldn't recognize where he was. Seawater was pouring in and converging, and the world was turning upside down. His intuition told him that this was the core of the Three Realms, the Eye of Returning to Nothingness, which he was about to visit.
Strange, he hasn't even arrived here yet, so why does it feel familiar?
Driven by the Lord of Dreams' perverse sense of humor, Fu Ming remained fully filled, threatening to leak out at the slightest lapse in concentration, forcing him to strain to keep it taut.
He collapsed into Xiao Huaiyuan's arms, his meridians shattered, churning not only surging demonic energy but also razor-sharp Heavenly Laws, the two locked in a fierce battle. Even more terrifying, his soul and body were like a tattered rag doll, his life force draining away uncontrollably.
This was the consequence of forcibly incorporating the Heavenly Tribulation and Demonic Energy; he was truly going to die this time. Fu Ming calmly accepted this realization.
Xiao Huaiyuan held him tightly, as if trying to meld him into his very bones. Hot tears fell one after another onto Fu Ming's increasingly cold skin as he cried like a four-year-old child, endlessly.
"Senior brother, if you hate me, why did you shield me from the heavenly tribulation?"
As the saying goes, "A dying man's words are good." Fu Ming continued, weak and peaceful, "My merits are not yet complete, and I am destined not to ascend. So why not send you on your way? Besides, I have never hated you."
"The Three Realms have been destroyed. After you ascend, you can break through the boundary to other worlds. If you are destined, you may go to my hometown. There is also strife there, but it is still much more peaceful than here."
Hearing that Fu Ming could still speak for such a long time, Xiao Huaiyuan felt a little relieved: "Senior Brother's hometown is not in the Three Realms?"
"No, I come from a very, very far place, a place called... Earth."
After Fu Ming finished speaking, he dissipated all his aura, and his heavy body transformed into crystalline light spots, gently merging into Xiao Huaiyuan's soul.
This was his final gift to his junior brother, a way of making up for breaking his promise a hundred years ago.
"Senior brother!"
A long roar swept across the sea, creating massive tsunamis in the Ruins of Return, and the last remaining place in the Three Realms began to shake violently.
At this moment, Xiao Huaiyuan suddenly remembered the Xuanyuan Mirror that the Calabash Taoist had left him.
"If the world is beyond redemption, you can use this mirror to reverse time, but the price will be heavy. Remember to stay true to yourself."
As if fate had already decreed it, the fragment he unexpectedly recognized as his master in the Grand Competition Secret Realm was the remaining fragment of the Xuanyuan Mirror, and now two paths lay before him.
Breaking through boundaries and ascending to immortality, or destroying the Dao and being reborn?
Fu Ming, observing everything from the perspective of his soul, finally understood the source of his junior brother's anxiety and fear of loss.
Xiao Huaiyuan's love was passionate but could not be expressed to outsiders, and could only be suppressed in his heart for a long time, which made him who he is today.
He didn't want his junior brother to bear the responsibility of saving the world, but by a twist of fate, he ended up having to shoulder an even heavier destiny.
It's truly a cruel twist of fate.
The pure white soul embraced Xiao Huaiyuan, and Xiao Huaiyuan's tears suddenly stopped. The entire Demon Realm space also trembled and loosened with their emotions.
"Don't cry, let's go back and hold the grandest covenant ceremony, okay?"
Like falling leaves, Fu Ming and his inner demon Xiao Huaiyuan fell into the Eye of Return to Nothingness. Xiao Huaiyuan's true form steadily caught his senior brother and merged with the inner demon. The beautiful memories in the dream also flowed into Xiao Huaiyuan's consciousness.
His inner demons were thus resolved. Fu Ming's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, but he still did not wake up.
The system, with its fire alarm blaring, yelled: "Host, host, host, host, wake up!!!"
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