That worldly ties are so easily severed.
The moon in the sky suffers the most; one night it is a perfect circle, but every night it becomes a broken jade.
Chaolan went outside but didn't want to go back inside.
Through the window, one could vaguely see that fragile, ethereal figure, with long, black hair hanging down, sitting beside a desk.
Chao Lan released a wisp of her aura. The person did not turn around.
Chao Lan no longer hid, and You Youju finally tilted her head and looked out the window.
"Come in."
Chao Lan didn't want to go in. He didn't know why, but he felt a sense of resistance. After You Youju returned to her position, would Guichen still be Guichen? Would she still belong to my master?
He sighed softly, but still went inside.
"Master, are you feeling better?"
A few traces of sorrow lingered between Chao Lan's brows, yet she remained as composed as ever. It had only been a year or two since he last saw her; why had she lost weight? He recalled Chao Lan's letter saying she had grown taller—she had indeed grown taller.
"Um."
Chao Lan sat down and started talking about random things, but You Youju didn't answer.
You Youju asked, "The Demon Emperor, is he awake?"
Chao Lan wasn't surprised that You Youju would ask such a question: "Hmm."
He held his breath, waiting for You Youju to say next. What would You Youju say? Would he tell him not to kill Zhu Xun? Although he couldn't kill Zhu Xun now anyway. Did he want to see Zhu Xun? Would he leave?
The water in the teacup trembled, and Chao Lan's knuckles turned white. You Youju grasped his hand holding the teacup and took it away: "What do you want to ask?"
Chao Lan suddenly looked up, countless questions surging and clamoring in his chest, yet he couldn't ask them, dared not ask them. He had never considered that the person who accompanied him day and night was also accompanying someone else every day. But wasn't this his master's mission? He and he had both transformed into countless things, accompanying countless people; why should he dwell on this trivial matter?
But...but...
Why did he call out that name that day?
Why is it called "Zhu Xun" instead of "Me Who Came Back"? Not "Huai Jing" or "Cen Chaolan".
Perhaps it's the same as always; didn't our master, upon emerging from seclusion, transform into a tree, a sheep, a drunkard, or a bandit...?
No, it can't be. How could I be so petty? How could I be so jealous?
Chao Lan's expression was extremely unpleasant and complex. His eyes darted around, yet he didn't want to look away, his gaze shifting uncertainly.
He was stubborn, yet cowardly.
In a state of extreme panic, he pulled his hand away from You Youju's grip, his helpless eyes peering toward the doorway; he wanted to escape.
No, I'm definitely not that kind of person. Now is not the time to think about these things.
He looked at his master's pale face, the bright red mole piercing him, his master, and Guichen. For the first time, he felt such a strong urge to escape, such a panicked feeling.
"What's wrong, Chaolan?"
You Youju grabbed Chao Lan's wrist, trying to bring him back to his senses and stop his desire to run away. He couldn't understand why Chao Lan was acting this way.
He probed Chaolan's spiritual veins, wanting to find out what was going on, but found that the spiritual power in his body was stagnant, like a rusty chain.
It's nothing serious, just a little practice will do.
Then, he sensed a familiar spiritual energy exploring and healing within his body. He suddenly remembered the torment of that day; he had thought he would turn into a sword. Could it be... the energy transmitted to him by Chao Lan?
"Are you crazy? You transferred most of your spiritual power to me, do you want to die?! Your mind is unstable right now, and you could easily be taken advantage of by even the smallest problem!"
Chao Lan stopped struggling, finding it absurd. He said softly, "Huai Jing only wants Master to live. What did Huai Jing do wrong?"
Chao Lan shed tears; she hadn't cried for many years.
Tears streamed down his beautiful cheek mole, and whether it was self-reproach or disbelief on his chubby face, he himself didn't know. Did he still want to live? He didn't know either.
Even the oranges retreated, and the morning orchids followed.
"I'm sorry, Chaolan. It's all Master's fault. But you need Zihuang..."
Seeing You Youju dodging so vehemently, Chao Lan felt a surge of anger rising within him; he felt extremely wronged.
"My master and I have always had a grudge. So, is my master willing? Is my master willing for me to use the Purple Emperor Sword to kill the Demon Emperor?" he pressed.
You Youju's eyes flickered with uncertainty. Who did he want to win? Who did he want to lose? Why was he staying? What did he want from all this? Was he willing to let one of them die?
"What's wrong with you?" You Youju wanted to know.
"Master, tell me, are you Guichen or Youyouju?"
You Youju was surprised.
In Chao Lan's eyes, he kept hesitating, and the more he hesitated, the more Chao Lan wanted to cry, her tears flowing uncontrollably. Chao Lan stopped pressing him, leaving only the words, "It was disrespectful of your disciple, but Master reminded me that illusions are just illusions," before slamming the door and leaving.
This is the second time in Cen Chaolan's life that she has argued with her master.
The demon realm remained silent, and most immortal sects were unwilling to take the initiative. Several sect leaders believed they should send a forceful attack to intimidate the demons and deter them from their rampage. However, they gained nothing.
The path to the demon realm had vanished. The group could only spin around in circles, unable to find the entrance, and had no choice but to slink back, remaining silent when asked by others.
For the past month, You Youju had barely seen Chaolan. He was either in seclusion, undergoing reshaping, or claiming to have gone down the mountain to investigate. You Youju knew he was being difficult, but he truly didn't know how to explain it to Chaolan. After all, the issue of the twins had been troubling him for more than just ten days or half a month.
He simply closed the door, stopped thinking about all that nonsense, and refused to see anyone. He focused on mastering his martial arts; everything else was just drivel.
Demon Realm
Inside the Hall of Diligent Governance, wails echoed incessantly. Zhu Xun looked at Xiao Baiyao, who was rolling around on the steps below, and listlessly flipped through the presented certificates of iniquity.
"Is that all? Who else hasn't confessed? Anyone who hasn't submitted a report will be punished together."
The newly arrived Demon Emperor has been torturing the former Regent for over a month, publicly humiliating and killing all those who colluded with him and most of his factions. His methods are so insidious and ruthless that those who hate him applaud, while his accomplices tremble with fear.
Lately, I've been exhausted. Anyone who submits a memorial detailing his crimes can be exempted from punishment, and everyone is rushing to do so, regardless of whether Xiao Baiyao did it or not. They all believe he did it.
"Pouring hot water on ant nests in the suburbs, forcing demons nearing the finish line to turn back and start again during sports meets, adding chili peppers to candied hawthorns and selling them to children... It turns out that Xiaoqing is so wicked."
...
"Fuck you xxx! You bunch of bastards! When have I ever done such a thing?! You'll stop at nothing to get away with this!" Xiao Baiyao was already suffering terribly from the poison that seemed to pierce his heart, and hearing that he had been "interrogated" for so long and that the evidence against him was still plentiful, filled him with utter despair. He felt he might as well be dead. He should never have provoked this madman by suggesting that he would only tell him one sentence a day.
"So it was all a lie? Just a way to get away with it?"
The crowd was terrified. It wasn't that they didn't want to run, but that they simply couldn't escape! With a casual wave of his hand, Zhu Xun sent the crowd staring at each other at his feet, a rare sight indeed, with heads falling to the ground.
After seeing that the last batch of Xiao Baiyao's men had all died, Zhu Xun clapped his hands and signaled the eunuchs to come in and clean up the mess.
He squatted down in front of Xiao Baiyao and said coldly, "How about it? My patience has run out."
Xiao Baiyao, however, remained defiant to the death: "Then kill me. Even if I die, I will never let you know this secret."
Zhu Xun scoffed, "You've really worked hard these past hundred years, climbing from a nobody to where you are now, and it took me so long to completely eliminate these demons and monsters. Did you really think I needed you to tell me?"
A black beetle crawled up Zhu Xun's hand and into Xiao Baiyao's mouth. Xiao Baiyao's face twisted in pain, but he couldn't resist the overwhelming power: "If You Youju saw you like this, he'd probably regret it even in the underworld! Ughhhhhh!"
"Still being stubborn even when death is imminent. This is a truth-telling bug; these things are really hard to find. I hope you don't die so soon."
Xiao Baiyao lay sprawled on the ground in an extremely contorted position, forced to watch helplessly as he revealed all his last trump cards.
"I don't know much about this world either. I was in a car accident and happened to be on the road reading a novel draft sent by a friend."
I know that you and the God of War Chao Lan were twin brothers born of the same womb. You were abandoned by your parents because of your extraordinary birth, while Cen Chao Lan was also the reincarnation of the God of War.
I came into this world a hundred years ago, and I've searched everywhere to find you. But somehow, every time I'm about to find your trace, you always disappear.
The Floating Rain Jade only began to function after your birth. We finally found one, and had no choice but to use it to lure you out. Yet, those incompetent fools still ruined it.
I followed you all for a while afterward and noticed You Youju's unusual behavior. That's when I realized he was the one hindering my plans—another time traveler. I had to kill him to ensure everything went smoothly. But I never expected the last fragment of jade to end up in your sight. We really can't escape this vicious cycle. I'm going to kill you all!
Zhu Xun appeared unusually calm: "In the end, I died?"
Xiao Baiyao continued, "You villain, you think you can win? Cen Chaolan wields the Purple Emperor Sword; killing you is inevitable. I just don't know why he hasn't come looking for you yet. The Purple Emperor Sword is suppressed in Chaoyun Mountain; it will appear when you become a demon. Why hasn't he come to kill you yet?"
Zhu Xun said, "Guards, take him to the dungeon."
Why haven't they set off yet? It can only be because they haven't found the Purple Emperor Sword. I can't die; I must wait for him.
Two maids chained Xiao Baiyao and dragged him away mercilessly.
Asahiyama... Takehiko doesn't want war, and at least Yuuki doesn't.
He walked a few steps back to his own sleeping quarters. In the center of the room, on a huge pillar, were four niches containing Buddha statues, each seated cross-legged, their expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness vividly portrayed. A red birthmark between the eyebrows of each white porcelain Buddha statue added to the scene. The altar was filled with flowers of all four seasons, their fragrance permeating the sleeping quarters and creating a mesmerizing atmosphere.
Zhu Xun may be ruthless and cruel, but his bedchamber is absolutely gentle. As soon as the door opens, the breeze lifts the white gauze in front of the Buddha shrine, and he catches a glimpse of the smiling Buddha statue. Just like always, when he comes home from school, You Youju calls him gently.
Zhu Xun knelt on the prayer mat and bowed.
"Uncle, could you please not keep Xun'er waiting too long?"
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