☆, Chapter 49 The Gate to a New World
"..."
Shen Qingqiu squatted on this familiar, desolate wasteland and sighed deeply.
He said, "Why, why on earth, have I been dragged into this again?"
System: [Your current location: Luo Binghe's Dreamland.]
Shen Qingqiu clutched his head: "I think I asked you this question a long time ago, but I still want to ask it again: It doesn't matter where this place is, what matters is, why am I here?"
Well, he pretty much already knew the reason.
When Luo Binghe's consciousness is unstable and fluctuates greatly, others are often affected and drawn into his vast, deep-sea vortex of dreams.
Or rather, they were tricked by his incredibly wild imagination. For details, please refer to the beginning of the Nightmare instance.
Shen Qingqiu went through the Nightmare Dungeon with him once. The saying goes, "practice makes perfect," which is similar to how connecting to Wi-Fi once and then automatically connecting the second time without needing a password.
The best solution we can think of right now is to find a spot and wait for Luo Binghe to wake up on his own.
Shen Qingqiu slowly stood up and touched his face.
In the dream, I regained my original appearance. After getting used to it, touching my face again without a beard felt a little unsettling.
The bamboo grove rustled, and a gentle breeze blew.
Shen Qingqiu had no doubt that even if only a corner of this place was shown to him, he would know where he was.
Cangqiong Mountain, Qingjing Peak.
How could he not be familiar with the place where he's spent the most time in his life?
There were also disciples walking by in twos and threes along the way, whose faces and clothes Shen Qingqiu would certainly recognize.
Shen Qingqiu was an outsider, not on the same wavelength as these "people," and stared at them like a ghost. Although these disciples who came and went had somewhat wooden expressions, they were all quite recognizable, and Shen Qingqiu could name quite a few of them.
Even the Nightmare Demon couldn't maintain the massive barrier while ensuring the creatures inside had facial features, yet Luo Binghe had managed to do so. And with such exquisite detail.
After leaving the small bamboo grove, you will find the tranquil bamboo house.
Between the bamboo eaves, which are arranged at varying heights, spring water flows and reflects the seven colors of sunlight, tinkling rhythmically.
A light footstep crunched through the fallen leaves, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in white, stepped out.
The boy had fair skin and seemed to have run all the way here. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his cheeks were rosy. He was adorable, with clear but not sharp lines at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, exuding a youthful charm.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but sigh: It's been so long since I've seen such a refreshing and sunny young man like Luo Binghe.
During his cultivation at Qingjing Peak, he preferred to wear white robes. However, after his rebellion, the mischievous demon king Luo Binghe only wore black robes, almost completely reversing his previous ways. This youthful and tender appearance was nowhere to be seen.
He strode over, straightened his clothes, and bowed his head, calling out, "Master."
Shen Qingqiu knew that the man couldn't see him, so the voice wasn't calling him. He slowly turned around and, sure enough, saw a figure in a green robe standing amidst the green leaves.
Who else could that face be but Shen Qingqiu himself?
This "Shen Qingqiu," born from dream memories, stood amidst a lush, verdant bamboo forest, his slender figure resembling a graceful bamboo stalk. His expression was serene, exuding an ethereal aura; even just looking at him, he truly possessed a reclusive, otherworldly grace.
Now, even if Shen Qingqiu were to offer his opinion as an observer, he would have to admit defeat.
This level of showing off is just too much!
Luo Binghe was able to perfectly recreate all the details, truly worthy of being a disciple of the Nightmare Demon!
Shen Qingqiu, who seemed lost in thought in the bamboo grove, tilted his head and asked, "Finished running?"
Luo Binghe nodded and said, "Ten laps... I've finished."
Shen Qingqiu finally remembered which part this was.
When Luo Binghe said "ten laps," he meant running ten laps around the perimeter fence of Qingjing Peak. It was a task personally assigned to him by Shen Qingqiu.
This wasn't some kind of malicious punishment he inflicted on the male lead; it was simply a matter of reaching his breaking point.
Since he took over Luo Binghe's teaching, he thought that since he was a teacher, he should teach something practical so that if they ever fell out, he wouldn't blush before he even spoke when the words "teacher-student relationship and gratitude for teaching" came up.
The first step is to correct his messy footwork and movements.
As for the teaching results, I've already mentioned them. The biggest result was that Luo Binghe kept bumping into him for half a month.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Let's try again. If you still don't get it right this time, it won't just be ten laps."
Luo Binghe obediently came again, but this time, instead of bumping into him, he twisted his foot and hugged Shen Qingqiu's waist.
Shen Qingqiu: "..."
Luo Binghe said shyly, "Master, your disciple is useless. My legs are weak after running ten laps."
Shen Qingqiu sighed.
Luo Binghe replied consciously, "This disciple understands. Twenty laps."
Shen Qingqiu said, "What are you doing? Go back to your room and rest."
He truly had no inclination to abuse children. He was just completely resigned to his fate at the time. "Whatever!"
I'm not going to teach anymore. I feel no sense of accomplishment. I'm throwing the textbooks!
Luo Binghe, completely unaware that he was being disliked, cheerfully replied, "Thank you, Master! I will definitely make up for the twenty laps tomorrow. Is there anything you'd like to eat tonight?"
Shen Qingqiu wiped his forehead.
Luo Binghe back then... was such a fucking cutie!
She worked hard without complaint, endured beatings and scoldings, was ridden and kicked, cooked... cough cough, of course, Shen Qingqiu did most of these things.
At the same time, he also became puzzled.
Within the dream barrier that Luo Binghe created for himself, he would naturally only select memories that he found pleasant. If memories of Qingjing Peak were to have a place, they should be related to Ning Yingying.
Why is this part included?
Dreams can most directly reflect the truest side of a person's heart, without any pretense or disguise.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly had a thought that he had never considered before.
Although this might seem a bit presumptuous, perhaps... maybe, possibly, this master-disciple relationship holds a slightly higher place in Luo Binghe's heart than Shen Qingqiu imagined.
However, Shen Qingqiu was certain of one other point:
Luo Binghe is definitely a masochist, no doubt about it!
Who would specifically put the memory of being punished by running ten or twenty laps into a dream barrier?
Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to step into the highly realistic bamboo hut, a chill suddenly spread across her neck, and she felt a gaze that was both cold and hot fixed on her.
He turned around abruptly.
Luo Binghe, dressed in black, stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a green bamboo, gazing at him.
Holy crap, it's me!
Shen Qingqiu's first reaction was not to run away, but to stay still and adjust his facial expression to be as natural as possible.
This barrier is Luo Binghe's domain; running faster won't help. Running won't solve the problem at all.
That gaze, both cold and hot, wasn't an illusion, nor was it a misdescription. Luo Binghe's eyes truly were like ice and fire, both chilling and intense, locked firmly on him.
Shen Qingqiu braced herself and met his gaze.
After a long pause, Luo Binghe was the first to sigh.
He murmured, "It's good to be able to dream."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqiu calmed down for the time being.
He took a bold gamble and actually won. Luo Binghe was in a daze at the moment, truly believing him to be a product of his own dream.
Seeing him leaning against the bamboo, staring blankly at her, all alone, Shen Qingqiu thought of how he sat in the head seat during the day, and compared it with the scene in the original work where he was all-powerful and surrounded by admirers, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.
He doesn't even have a wife who cares about his well-being. It's so tragic.
A once-proud harem novel protagonist reduced to this state. No man could bear to see him like this.
Luo Binghe said, "Master, please say something to me."
Shen Qingqiu was filled with sympathy for the male protagonist's unfortunate situation and said gently, "Okay."
Unexpectedly, when he spoke, Luo Binghe was stunned and stood up straight, looking somewhat incredulous.
Oops.
Is the predicted reaction incorrect?
But since the performance has already begun, it must be performed to the end. Shen Qingqiu smiled slightly and said, "Didn't you ask me to speak to you?"
Yeah, hurry up and tell me, then get up and let me out...
Luo Binghe walked up, and Shen Qingqiu barely managed to keep a proper distance from him, suppressing her impulse.
Luo Binghe remained silent for a moment, then said, "In the past, Master would never even glance at me and would just walk away on his own, let alone speak to me... Was I being too optimistic today?"
Shen Qingqiu's face darkened.
Was the "Shen Qingqiu" that Luo Binghe had imagined in the past always aloof and indifferent to him?
How much of a masochist must someone be?! It's off the charts!
Although something felt off, hearing these words was truly heartbreaking. Moreover, it seemed that Luo Binghe's hatred for him wasn't actually that deep.
Before Shen Qingqiu could think it through, Luo Binghe had already closed in on him. His expression froze, and he thought, "Isn't this a little too close?"
With a slight downward movement, Luo Binghe grabbed his left wrist with his left hand.
When I looked up again, my right wrist was firmly gripped.
Next, Shen Qingqiu felt a blur before her eyes. Her cheek felt as if it had been gently brushed by a feather.
An unfamiliar touch came onto my lips, soft yet cool.
He stared, meeting Luo Binghe's dark, deep eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously.
He wanted to speak, but couldn't open his mouth.
Because someone bit my mouth.
Luo Binghe closed his eyes, his long, dark eyelashes casting curved shadows on his cheeks, making him look very obedient, but his actions told a completely different story. He released his hand and instead placed his hands on Shen Qingqiu's waist, pulling her into his arms.
Shen Qingqiu was pressed against his chest, his body stiff. His worldview was constantly being destroyed and rebuilt at the speed of light, in a cycle of destruction and rebuilding.
Even though the two were about the same size, Luo Binghe was able to wrap his arms around him with one arm.
What broke his broken state was a system notification accompanied by celebratory background music: [Satisfaction +500! Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! (Important things said three times)]
Shen Qingqiu roared: "Fuck you! Oh my god!"
He finally understood why Luo Binghe, despite not having slept with a single girl and not even seeing a trace of his harem of three thousand beauties, had never experienced a decline in his enjoyment!
Damn, he made up for the lack of enjoyment with his own actions!!!
Suddenly realizing the truth, Shen Qingqiu was both horrified and indignant, and kicked him!
Luo Binghe neither dodged nor evaded, taking the kick squarely without flinching. He looked both angry and aggrieved, asking, "Can't I even dream about it?"
What are you complaining about?!?!
Wake up! This may be a dream, but you didn't create it!!!
Slapping him awake won't work, but letting him continue to be confused won't work either!
This is truly a lose-lose situation!
Before Shen Qingqiu could vent his anger, he was caught off guard when his back bumped into a bamboo stalk, and Luo Binghe pressed him down on it. Luo Binghe lowered his head and pressed down on him again.
This time it wasn't a soft, gentle kiss; it was practically a full-on nibble!
Shen Qingqiu wasn't unfamiliar with being kissed, but this was the first time he'd felt the terrifying sensation of someone about to unleash a frenzy and bite off his lips. Between erratic breaths, Luo Binghe whispered, "Shizun, I was wrong..."
Do you even look like you know you're wrong?!
He was wrong, really wrong, utterly wrong!
What does it mean to have no wind in an empty space?!
There's a scientific basis to all the gossip and rumors circulating online. Every gossipmonger was a fallen angel in their past life, capable of seeing through appearances to the essence of things!
He didn't turn the male lead into asexuality, nor was it a matter of whether he was a masochist or not! The truth is far more terrifying: he turned the male lead into a gay man!!!
No wonder he didn't want the female lead!
Women no longer arouse his interest or affect his pleasure!
This is insane!!!
Shen Qingqiu was considering whether to self-destruct again when suddenly, Luo Binghe released him.
He looked up at the swirling, cloud-like sky above and said in a gloomy voice, "Damn it."
Is that Shen Qingqiu who was aiming for his vitals and preparing to kick him?
Before he could even implement his self-defense plan, the scene and figures before him instantly disintegrated, transforming into countless fragments. At the same time, Shen Qingqiu leaped onto the roof of the main hall of the Illusion Flower Palace.
This is the real world.
Shen Qingqiu took a few deep breaths and finally calmed himself down. Suddenly, he was startled to see flames rising everywhere below the main hall and alarm bells ringing incessantly.
He leaned out, his robes billowing in the night wind, and looked down at the countless disciples of the Illusion Flower Palace surging toward him from all directions.
"Intrusion!"
Shen Qingqiu was overjoyed. Invasion was perfect! He could escape in the chaos. What did he care about the Heavenly Demon Blood? Nothing was more important than his integrity! He'd better leave first. Goodbye!
Before he could fly two steps, he heard someone shout again:
"They've gone towards the Illusion Flower Pavilion. It's Liu Qingge! The Peak Master of Hundred Battles Peak is here again!"
Shen Qingqiu slipped and immediately turned back.
Damn it! Of all times, Liu Qingge had to arrive at this moment. He couldn't just abandon him and leave him to the completely broken Luo Binghe, could he?
The Illusion Flower Pavilion, where the successive palace masters cultivated and resided, was not far from here. Shen Qingqiu jumped off the roof in a few steps and followed the main group there.
Before even stepping into the Illusionary Flower Palace, a chilling aura assaulted their senses. A deafening roar echoed from within.
"roll!"
A group of disciples, who had heard the alarm bell but were unaware of what was happening, rushed into the room. Dozens of people in the front row were blown away by an extremely powerful shockwave.
Shen Qingqiu, who was in the next group of people, managed to dodge the attack, picked a good spot, and slipped in unnoticed. As soon as he entered, he was chilled to the bone and got goosebumps.
The entire Illusion Flower Pavilion had transformed into a massive ice cave; stepping inside felt like entering a frozen wasteland. Shen Qingqiu's sleeves and robes were filled with icy wind, and the cold sweat on his vest and forehead quickly froze into thin ice, demonstrating just how cold the room was.
Not only was the temperature extremely low, but the four walls were also completely sealed off, and the doors and windows were airtight. It was cold and dark, and if the intruders hadn't forcibly broken open a large hole, it would have looked like an ice coffin.
On the meditation platform in the center of the room, the curtains were half-drawn, and several black and white coats were piled up haphazardly beside the platform.
Luo Binghe was only wearing an undergarment, looking as if he had just gotten out of bed. His clothes were disheveled, the collar was askew, his black hair was loose, his face was unusually pale, but his lips were bright red, and two cold lights flickered in his eyes, exuding a chilling aura. He was fully prepared for battle.
Seven steps directly opposite him, Liu Qingge's hand, gripping the sword, was bony and bulging, his entire face a grimace.
Liu Qingge stared at Luo Binghe beside the meditation platform and said, word by word, "You bastard."
With each word he uttered, a burst of murderous intent erupted from the sword.
Shen Qingqiu watched both sides warily, but after only glancing at the direction Liu Qingge was pointing her sword, he heard the sound of his last remaining stubborn resistance shattering completely in his mind.
Luo Binghe placed his right hand on the Heart Demon Sword, which he never parted from, the snow-white blade already partially unsheathed; in his left hand, however, he was still holding someone.
The body was lifeless, its head drooping, its limbs limp yet supple. It wore only a thin undergarment, the collar of which had slipped down to its shoulders, revealing half of its pale, paper-white back.
Author's note: I'm late because of the exam, sorry!
Thank you JinGn for the landmine combo, and also Xi, orli, Xi, Roubaozi, Yelian, Aliang, Yiyifengheju, Bansuchaofan, Xiaopili, Guoxiaoyuan, Huinantian, Yingzi, Xiangye, and SushifanchenjiwushuangGn for the landmines. There are other Gn accounts that I threw but I don't know why they won't appear... I'll look into it later and add them next time. Thanks!
Finally, I got my apprentice a taste of it. It wasn't easy.
Let me say this first: it's actually very innocent ^_^ There's nothing graphic or disturbing about it.
I'll reply to the comments later, thank you everyone!
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