Chapter 89 Doesn't Senior Brother Dislike Me? (31) "Master..."
"This is the White Muscle Pill, also known as Jade Bone Fragrance. When placed inside the passage, it can make it tighter, and the liquid that flows out will also emit a fragrance."
"Flowers bloom in spring. Brothels in the mortal realm love to use it. It is said that anyone who has used it once will never be able to live without a man again."
"These jade beads are specially used by demonic cultivators to cauldrons. Once placed inside, they are like living beings entering the body, their forms alluring and graceful, dancing merrily. They are most suitable for unruly cauldrons. What do you think, Fu Li?"
A deep, husky male voice echoed in her ears. Fu Li had a gag in her mouth and her eyes were covered by a piece of cloth. She could only let out unbearable moans from her throat, like the calls of a cat in heat.
Because of the severe torture, the blindfold was already soaked with physiological tears, and it would need to be replaced soon.
But the large hands on his body showed no sign of stopping, continuing to tease his sensitive spots.
After being released from the mustard seed space, Fu Li was subjected to relentless training day and night as a furnace. Chongjing Pavilion had said that he would spend the rest of his life on his own bed, and that was no exaggeration.
The man who once treated his junior brother like a precious treasure now uses his body as a tray to hold his desires.
It seemed that by doing so, Chongjing Pavilion could maximize its revenge against Fu Li for his past betrayal and harm, and while gaining physical satisfaction, its psychological pleasure was also amplified infinitely.
His attitude remained consistent.
"You deserve this, it's your just deserts!"
"If it weren't for that Sun and Moon Weeping Immortal Herb that mistakenly entered my sea of consciousness, I would have died at the bottom of the cliff long ago. Since I was able to climb up, you must pay the price!"
"Yue Fuli, you have betrayed me!"
Where the boy couldn't see, the man's eyes reddened, but his face wore a gleeful expression as he accused the boy of betrayal, as if doing anything to him was perfectly justified.
The person beneath him could only occasionally respond with a few hoarse words tinged with sobs; otherwise, he couldn't utter a single sentence.
Outside, the Dragon Palace Immortal Venerable is a revered, compassionate, and otherworldly immortal, but within the Immortal Pavilion, he transforms into a vicious abuser. He pins down a naturally alluring young man, tormenting him until he is utterly captivated and weeps uncontrollably.
Not everyone was unaware of his true nature. After recovering, Xiao Yue came to attack more than once, but she was never able to break through the barrier outside the Immortal Pavilion. Each time, she was blasted away by Chongjing Pavilion's magic and crashed onto the opposite mountain peak while cursing loudly.
Over time, even those who had once been fellow disciples couldn't stand it anymore.
Zhu Mingying had personally come to him to discuss Fu Li's matter, clearly stating---
“Ah Li was coerced into that matter. Now that the Demon Lord of the Four Seas is dead, if you are so indignant, just kill him. Why humiliate him like this? Even if the past friendship is gone, he is still our junior brother!”
But Chongjingge still insisted on his opinion, sitting up straight: "Junior sister, you don't understand Yue Fuli. He wants to live more than anyone else, but he never reflects on his actions. In that case, killing him directly will not do any good. He needs to be taught a profound lesson so that he knows what the consequences are for betraying his fellow disciples and being afraid of death. Otherwise, he will never repent."
Upon hearing this, the woman's face showed worry: "Senior brother, ask yourself honestly, is it really just to teach him a lesson? Since you came back from the bottom of the cliff, your temperament has changed. Although I understand, after Ali was brought back, you became even more indifferent and moody, as if you were releasing all your emotions onto Ali."
"Torturing him like this is also torturing you. Is it really necessary?"
In the end, Zhu Mingying returned home disappointed.
That day, Chongjingge returned to the inner hall and sat by the couch, gazing at the face of the boy on the couch for a long time.
Fu Li's eyes were blindfolded, and she couldn't speak, yet her stunningly beautiful face remained undeniable. The bright red mole between her brows was vividly displayed.
Because of his naturally alluring physique, although he was constantly forced to be aroused, it made his demeanor even more beautiful and charming, like a tempting fairy fruit with a bewitching allure.
The boy seemed to sense someone by the bedside, and he twisted his body to get closer, raising his tear-stained face in a way that was so moving.
Chongjingge reached out a hand and gently stroked half of his cheek, his voice deep and resonant: "I will never forgive what you have done. But... if you want to live, it's not entirely impossible for me to take you with me when I ascend. As long as you behave yourself..."
Zhu Mingying's words were indeed reasonable, but she couldn't understand Chongjing Pavilion's thoughts.
He had to admit that even if it meant tormenting each other for thousands of years, he would still want to be with Fu Li...
Fu Li's consciousness was already filled with lust, and he was unable to process the hidden meaning in his words. Then a large hand caressed his waist, and the ensuing lovemaking satisfied his long-suppressed desire.
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When Fu Li opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed in the inner hall of the Immortal Pavilion. In the past few months, he had not left this five-foot-long and five-foot-wide space.
Fortunately, the genital devices that had been forcibly attached to my body were removed, and I felt much more refreshed.
A warm touch came from his side. Fu Li looked up and saw Chong Jingge lying next to him. The immortal's face was calm and peaceful, and even when resting, he had a compassionate and expansive expression that made people afraid to look directly at him or get close.
Perhaps because he had been too rough with Fu Li yesterday, he was now taking a nap next to him.
But Fu Li knew that this might be her only chance.
Without hesitation, he jumped off the bed and tiptoed toward a shelf displaying treasures and magical artifacts beside the couch.
And what he was looking for was right in the most conspicuous place.
He raised his head, his eyes fixed on the longsword that had been shelved away.
He had seen it majestic and awe-inspiring before, its sword energy sweeping across the land. He had held it while standing at the mountain gate, watching his senior brother bustling up and down the mountain to complete the tasks assigned to him. Later, he had even used it to pierce its master's nascent soul.
After falling off the cliff at Chongjing Pavilion, Fu Li took Qintian with him to the Four Seas Immortal Palace. He never took it out to use again after that.
After his cultivation at Chongjing Pavilion was destroyed, he lost contact with Qintian. Even if he retrieved it, it would no longer be his natal sword that resonated with his heart.
Its brilliance has faded by now. After being retrieved by Chongjing Pavilion for some unknown reason, it has been placed here ever since, becoming a decoration.
Things have changed, people have changed, and everything is over; even the sword is no longer what it used to be.
Fu Li's gaze hardened. Then, she tiptoed and took Qin Tian down from the compartment. Holding the sword hilt in one hand, she stared intently at the silvery blade, lost in thought.
Just then, a whisper came from behind: "What are you doing?"
Fu Li turned around, sword in hand, and saw the immortal sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide. His posture was lazy and relaxed, which did not match his sacred and dignified temperament. There was a kind of unruly and wickedness about him.
Her cold eyes stared coldly in his direction, as if she hadn't seen the sword in his hand, and she said indifferently, "Today is your birthday. My junior brothers and sisters seem to think I've been too cruel to you. So I'm granting you a day of respite, and you'll return to being my furnace tomorrow."
"Come here." The voice was deep and resolute, conveying an unyielding tone.
The boy remained motionless, standing before the sword rack, his bright eyes seemingly gleaming as he calmly met his gaze.
The two were about ten paces apart. A huge window frame separated them, letting in sunlight that cast a wide, distinct line across the broad ground, like a chasm between them.
The sounds inside the hall suddenly quieted down a bit. Chongjingge looked at the boy who stood like a tree, his eyes shifting several times, and finally seemed to show a hint of irony.
"Thinking about how to use Qintian to kill me again?"
"You don't have that ability right now."
A mocking smile played on his lips. He seemed completely unconvinced that Fu Li could cause any trouble.
"Senior Brother," the young man spoke softly, his expression calm and composed, "you once warned me that Qintian's sword energy was very sharp, and that I must use it with caution. Even as its master, it could shatter a Nascent Soul in an instant. So, it must be even stronger when used on others."
Chongjingge suddenly frowned, a bad premonition rising in his usually calm heart.
The next instant, the boy gripped the sword hilt in reverse, raised his arm, and thrust it fiercely at the heart meridian, his movements so steady they were chilling.
In an instant, the blood mist dissipated, and Qintian unleashed a magnificent sword light. The remaining sword energy instantly spread from Fu Li's heart to his eight extraordinary meridians. The silvery sword light, combined with the gushing blood, resembled red plum blossoms reflected in snow.
Chongjing Pavilion was convinced that he only cared about surviving and never imagined that he would point the sword at him. His calm eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils contracted like a golden ball of light. He flashed to the boy's side and caught his falling body.
The blood-stained Qintian Sword was tossed aside, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed into the boy's bleeding chest. The immortal supported the boy's back with one hand, while a gentle yet immense white light emanated from his other palm, determined to save his life.
At that moment, he didn't have time to think, and he didn't even notice that his body was trembling uncontrollably.
The next moment, Fu Li reached out a hand and pressed down on his trembling hand with all her might.
Looking over from Chongjing Pavilion, he saw a young man's smile, tinged with blood, revealing both sorrow and relief.
"Senior Brother, let's let each other go. This is already... the best ending for us."
It felt as if a string had snapped in Chong Jingge's mind. For a long time, what he had told others, including himself, was that Yue Fuli was a coward who would do anything to survive, that he would sacrifice morality, his lover, and his own dignity, and that he was just a liar who wanted to live a life of ignominy!
However, Fu Li's sudden act of committing suicide with the Qintian Sword shattered the cognitive defenses he had constructed.
He heard himself roar almost frantically:
"Don't you want to live? Don't you want to live no matter the cost?! Why do you do that? Why can't it be done with me...?"
"Yue Fuli, you owe me! I haven't even said I'd let you go, how dare you die?! Absolutely not, absolutely not..."
However, no matter how much he exhausted his immortal power to repair the boy's meridians and piece together his shattered soul, working tirelessly again and again, the boy's life was still dissipating at a terrifying speed.
He was a demigod, a ruler of the mortal world. Why couldn't he even save one person's life?
Chongjing Pavilion didn't believe it; he believed nothing. Vast spiritual energy, like a mighty river, was poured into the boy's body, yet he watched helplessly as the boy calmly closed his eyes. In his final moments, he even saw a serene sense of relief on his face.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"Yue Fuli! You are not allowed to die without my permission!"
Outside the Immortal Pavilion, the sky changed drastically. A fierce wind howled through Dragon Gate Mountain, rampaging through it as if it were nothing. The creatures in the mountains sensed the immense rage and cried out in anguish. The world darkened, and the blue sky seemed to collapse.
The people in Longque Mountain didn't understand what had happened, but there were two exceptions.
Li Weiyan looked towards the direction of the Immortal Pavilion, using his spiritual power to resist the shock and anger emanating from heaven and earth.
"Did something happen to Senior Brother?"
Zhu Mingying stood beside him, her eyes filled with worry: "No, it should be...Ali."
Inside the hall, dark red blood pooled into a small puddle beneath Fu Li. The immortal's face was ashen, his eyes blazing with anger and resentment, along with an undeniable sorrow, like a drop of ink falling into clear water.
He felt the boy's heart gradually stop beating, and his angry roar turned into a pleading tone.
Sobbing uncontrollably, she cried, "You can't die, you absolutely can't die. Since you've already admitted you owe me, how can you leave me all alone... Fu Li, you can't be so cruel to me!"
But the ending was already predetermined.
That day, he used all the immortal power provided by the Sun and Moon Weeping Flower in his sea of consciousness on Fu Li, but he still couldn't save him from his death.
That night, he sat listlessly by the bed, holding the boy's body. His pristine white robes were stained with crimson blood.
Chongjing Pavilion could not accept this fact.
He couldn't understand why he couldn't save her even with his half-immortal powers, and he couldn't understand why Fu Li would choose to commit suicide.
From beginning to end, he was certain that the other person neither wanted to die nor dared to die. Only by convincing himself of this could he accept that the boy had pushed him off the cliff to save his own life, endured humiliation in the Four Seas Immortal Palace, and even become a Daoist partner with the instigator. However, he overlooked one point: Fu Li did initially act to save his own life, but he too would eventually feel exhausted.
Tired of being used as a vessel because of her naturally alluring body, tired of the constant entanglement of love, hate, and grudges, tired of the feeling of being worse than dead.
Why not sacrifice my own life in exchange for everyone getting what they deserve?
Therefore, his last words were to advise Chongjingge: "Let it go, it's better to forgive each other than to torment each other."
But Chongjing Pavilion, a demigod, was consumed by hatred and desire; he couldn't even distinguish between the two. Deep in his heart, he longed to be with Fu Li forever, even if it meant tormenting each other, rather than leaving one of them alone.
so---
"Fu Li, you are not allowed to die. I will not allow you to die." The immortal looked down, and his originally pale golden pupils seemed to swirl with condensed wisps of light, which continued to deepen, their light becoming deep and dim.
His eyes were open, but they were filled with unwavering determination. He didn't resemble a celestial lord; he looked more like a demon from the demon realm.
The next day, when the people from the sect came to check on the Immortal Pavilion, they found that Chongjing Pavilion was nowhere to be seen.
Only a pool of congealed blood remained on the ground, a testament to the horrific events that had transpired the day before.
Over the next hundred years, many people in the cultivation world saw that immortal venerable who seemed to have fallen into demonic possession.
Some say that in his search for the elixir of immortality, he vandalized many sects' secret chambers.
Some say that he was accompanied by a handsome young man who was always asleep. The immortal would let him lie on his lap and speak to him softly, without worrying about waking him up.
Some say he spends his days with a corpse and dresses like a living person, which is quite creepy.
He's probably already possessed by demons.
Dragon's Gate Mountain did not give up the search. In any case, the cultivation world needed a Celestial Venerable to oversee it. But gradually, the matter was forgotten.
In the hundredth year, Chongjing Pavilion finally gave up the idea of resurrecting Fu Li.
On a snow-covered mountaintop, he carried out the ice coffin he had made for the boy. The boy lay peacefully inside, his face pale, the red mole between his eyebrows as red as blood, his expression serene as if he were truly asleep.
The immortal leaned against the ice coffin, stroking the coffin wall, and softly said:
“I’ve thought a lot about this over the years. Back then, I was determined to make you pay the price, thinking you were only concerned with saving your life and wouldn’t fight back.”
“Ah Li, you have no idea how dark it is at the bottom of Thousand Miasma Cliff. It’s so deep and full of miasma. I can’t see or hear anything. I’m just waiting there all alone to die.”
"Even so, the moment I saw you, the thought of killing you vanished. I only wanted to torment you and make you feel the same pain as me. Now that I think about it, what I really hate is not you, but myself for being unable to hate you."
"Ah Li, I forgive you."
At this point, the immortal's throat nearly choked with emotion, and a single, crystal-clear tear welled up from the corner of his golden eye, a tear mingled with countless worldly feelings—regret and love intertwined, desire and grief coexisting.
"In the next life, I promise you, I won't bother you again..."
"Please... forgive me..."
After saying that, he lay down in the ice coffin, holding the boy's cold body in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.
Longque Mountain.
With birds singing and flowers blooming, and the spring sunshine shining brightly, it's another wonderful time of year.
A group of young cultivators dressed in disciple robes surrounded a rock, holding various flowers and novelties. At the center of their group was a handsome and charming young man with a blue jade pendant at his waist, a bright smile on his face, and a vivid vermilion dot between his brows.
A blue-robed monk stood in the distant woods, his face dignified, aloof, and handsome. He stood like a pine tree, his gaze fixed on the crowd, finally settling on the beautiful young man in the center.
After an unknown amount of time, he turned and left.
A distant call of "Senior Brother" drifted over; someone was calling his name, but he never turned around.
And so they drifted further and further apart...
The author's note: Let me explain why the male protagonist placed the Qintian Sword in such an easily accessible place. First, Ah Li couldn't even get out of bed. Second, he wanted Fu Li to see the Qintian Sword and recall using it to kill him, thus feeling guilty. Third, he didn't believe that someone as valuing his life as much as Fu Li would commit suicide; he thought Fu Li would probably try every means to kill him rather than use it for suicide.
The final scene can be seen as Chongjingge's hallucination before his death—if the situation were different, would their ending have been better?
The small world is over. I spent a long time writing this chapter and rushed to release it at the last minute. I hope it didn't fall apart.
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The completion system is bound to Fu Shen, a straight man from the 21st century. In order to bring to a number of novels that are half-written but have not yet been completed, Fu Shen is ordered to go to various novel worlds to fulfill the important task of advancing the plot.
However, why do these characters in the novel look at him with such strange eyes?
Whether it's a villain who successfully destroys the world, an emperor who has theoretically won the heart of a beauty, or a protagonist who has become a monk, they all eventually end up in a story of cunning and forced love.
Moreover, the object of her forced love was Fu Shen, a poor, ordinary working man.
Fu Shen: I'm a straight man! Don't come any closer!
Consumption Guide: 1v1, main character is the receiver, the seme has never had any real feelings or intimate contact with anyone. Warning: This content may contain explicit sexual content. Some worlds may contain seme-splitting elements. Lots of forced love; the protagonist will learn to enjoy it later but will still consider himself straight (lol).
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Even cannon fodder characters in a tragic novel have the right to go mad (quick transmigration)
Synopsis: Yu Wei becomes cannon fodder in different tragic novel worlds, and in the end, he is either killed by Che Chuang or wiped out by the protagonist.
Finally, after receiving his powerful resentment and unwillingness, the cannon fodder struggle system came knocking, giving him a chance to start over.
Only by making the protagonist of a tragic novel willingly die for you can you escape the fate of being cannon fodder.
In order to be reborn, Yu Wei returns to the world he once experienced, but unlike before, he is no longer willing to be preyed upon.
"This time, I am the butcher!"
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"Let those main characters see just how terrifying cannon fodder can be when they go berserk!"
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He was the protagonist's shield against unwanted advances, while Yu Wei turned around and flirted with the protagonist.
"Since you want to have a marriage in name only, I'll steal your husband."
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He was a servant in the emperor's harem, used as a warning to others. Late at night, Yu Wei, carrying the cold dew, entered the emperor's bedchamber and gracefully knelt down.
"Your Majesty, you wouldn't want everyone to know that you covet the Prime Minister's favor, would you? I only ask for lifelong honor and favor!"
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In the end, those who had bullied him and treated him as nothing all fell hopelessly in love with him, yet they never got what they wanted or achieved good results in their lifetime.
The main characters: He is both elegant and vicious, and I can't take my eyes off him no matter what.
All minor worlds have tragic endings (BE), while the main world has happy endings (HE). 1v1 (the seme exists in a slice).
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