Chapter 82 Extra: The Ultimate Showdown Between Ice Girl and Ice Brother 1
The first stop after leaving the Azure Sky Mountain Sect was undoubtedly Luo Binghe's Demon Realm stronghold in the Northern Frontier.
When Shen Qingqiu was under house arrest, he spent some time in this underground palace. At that time, outside the bamboo hut, which was replicated at a 1:1 scale, they were turning the soil and fertilizing it. The bamboo, of varying heights, kept dying and reviving. Now, revisiting the place, he wondered what method Luo Binghe and his group of diligent demon brothers had used to actually make the bamboo grow and create a lush, green grove.
For the first ten days or so after arriving, Luo Binghe indeed clung to him every day, impossible to shake off. But in the last few days, he's actually started to tone it down, suddenly becoming quite polite. He said that there have been constant conflicts between the Northern and Southern Frontiers recently, keeping him very busy, so he's been spending far less time in front of Shen Qingqiu.
That's obviously fake. Shen Qingqiu figured it must be because he had previously declined Luo Binghe's request to share a bed, which had hurt Luo's BLX [manually saying goodbye].
Well, he was just habitually refusing. If Luo Binghe had just kept pestering him a little more, he would have agreed!
No sooner had he waved his hand than Luo Binghe rushed out the door and went to find a corner to squat down and plant mushrooms...
The moment of heartbreak came suddenly!
Shen Qingqiu guessed that he had probably been hiding in the inner palace these past few days, so he decided to take the initiative to go and appease him.
No one except Luo Binghe is allowed to enter the inner palace. However, Luo Binghe once said that he could walk through this underground palace with his eyes closed and could enter and exit anywhere at will.
The orders were relayed down the chain of command, and no one dared to stop him. Shen Qingqiu swaggered in, but surprisingly didn't see Luo Binghe. He first thoroughly examined Luo Binghe's usually tightly guarded private space, inside and out.
Just as he was about to explore it thoroughly, the stone door suddenly opened wide, and a figure stumbled in.
Shen Qingqiu's eyes sharpened at first, but after recognizing the person, he exclaimed, "Luo Binghe?"
Luo Binghe seemed completely unprepared for the fact that there was another person inside the inner hall.
His half-dazed pupils suddenly contracted. He looked up and saw Shen Qingqiu's face reflected in his dark eyes. The murderous aura on his face instantly turned into utter astonishment.
Shen Qingqiu, however, did not notice all of this.
All he could see now was Luo Binghe covered in blood.
Luo Binghe took a few steps, then his knees buckled. He stepped forward and caught the stumbling Luo Binghe in his arms, naturally catching the other's blood-soaked back: "What happened? Who did this?"
Luo Binghe has actually been beaten like this on his own turf!
Okay, this isn't really a bug. If the male lead in a harem novel is gay, what plot point could possibly qualify as a bug?!
Luo Binghe's throat tightened, his teeth clenched as if they were about to crush, and he spat out a single word from between his teeth: "...Go!"
"Walk"?
Does that mean... he should run away?
Shen Qingqiu hurriedly said, "Okay, let's go." As he spoke, he reached out to grab Luo Binghe's waist.
Unexpectedly, Luo Binghe kept her mouth tightly shut and suddenly pushed him away.
This was the first time Shen Qingqiu had been pushed away by him. He was stunned and wondered if this kid wanted him to leave by himself.
...Afraid of implicating him?
It seems like this is the only explanation!
He immediately scolded, "Stop fooling around, your master will take you back to the Azure Sky Mountain Sect."
Luo Binghe's forehead veins bulged as he shouted, "I won't go!"
Shen Qingqiu thought he was throwing a tantrum again: "At a time like this, what are you still being stubborn about? Let's go hide over there!" As she spoke, she placed her palm on Luo Binghe's back.
Luo Binghe's face suddenly froze.
A warm and continuous flow of spiritual energy surged from his back, being pushed into his body wave after wave.
After sending him off for a while, Shen Qingqiu felt it was about time. He withdrew his hand, drew his Xiuya sword, pulled up Luo Binghe, and soared into the sky.
The Xiuya Sword originated from Wanjian Peak. No matter when, entering the air defense barrier of Cangqiong Mountain Sect by Xiuya will never trigger an alarm. Therefore, Shen Qingqiu can bring someone back to Qingjing Peak without anyone noticing.
However, what can be hidden from other peaks cannot be hidden from the disciples on one's own peak.
When he dragged Luo Binghe to the bamboo hut in a furtive manner, there were already people inside.
Mingfan was sweeping the floor with a broom, muttering to himself as he did so. Ning Yingying stood on a small bamboo stool, sleeves rolled up, tiptoeing as she used a duster to clean the dust from the top shelf of the bookshelf.
Shen Qingqiu made a zipping motion in front of his mouth, and the two of them immediately fell silent.
Shen Qingqiu said in a low voice, "What are you shouting about? Do you want to attract all the people from Hundred Battles Peak here?"
Knowing he was back, Liu Qingge would definitely come over. Once he arrived, Luo Binghe, in his current state, would have no chance to hide!
You see, every time Luo Binghe is seen, the most eager to gang up on him are the terrorists from Hundred Battles Peak. Because of him, Luo Binghe doesn't dare to fight back, and he always becomes a sitting duck, a real nuisance even if he's not killed!
Ning Yingying's almond-shaped eyes widened, she covered her mouth with both hands, and nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice. Then she looked at Luo Binghe, who was covered in blood, moved her hands away, and gasped for breath, "Master, what happened to A-Luo?"
Luo Binghe glanced at Ming Fan, a look of disbelief and extreme disgust flashing in his eyes.
His gaze was icy cold, and Mingfan involuntarily gripped the broom tightly, shrugging his shoulders and nearly falling to the ground.
Shen Qingqiu, however, didn't notice these details. He helped Luo Binghe sit down on the edge of the bed and said, "You've been injured a bit. You two go out first. The medicine box sent by Qiancao Peak is still there, right?"
Ning Yingying said, "Nothing in the bamboo hut has been moved; it's all left where it is. Master, do you need our help?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "No need. I can handle it by myself."
After expelling his two disciples, Shen Qingqiu helped Luo Binghe sit up straight, placed a pillow behind his back to make him lean against it, and then squatted down to take off his boots.
Luo Binghe remained silent, his gaze fixed on Shen Qingqiu's dark hair as he looked down. His eyes were unfathomable, shifting between wariness and coldness. Shen Qingqiu assumed he was injured and unable to speak. Seeing the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, she prepared some water and a soft towel to wipe his face. She then picked out a bunch of bottles and jars from the medicine box provided by Mu Qingfang and reached back to undress him.
Luo Binghe suddenly grabbed his hand.
The grab was extremely forceful, and Shen Qingqiu frowned. Not wanting to slap him on the head with her other hand, she lowered her voice and said, "Don't be stubborn, let me check your wound."
Luo Binghe still wouldn't let go. Shen Qingqiu, who had been impatiently waiting with a bunch of colorful pills in her left palm, simply shoved them all into his mouth!
With dozens of pills of varying sizes stuffed into his mouth, Luo Binghe's face darkened, and he finally withdrew his hand. Shen Qingqiu seized the opportunity and ripped open his clothes with a "rip." After glancing at them, she was at a loss for what to do, and only dared to gently wipe the bloodstains with a soft cloth.
Wisps of black energy emanated from the torn flesh, unlike an ordinary wound; otherwise, Yiluo Binghe's self-healing ability would have restored it to its original state long ago. Shen Qingqiu carefully cleaned it while asking, "Where have you been these past few days? Who did you fight with and get like this?"
Luo Binghe remained silent. After wiping his chest, Shen Qingqiu, following Mu Qingfang's instructions, grasped Luo Binghe's wrist and checked his pulse. If the situation was truly dire, it would be best to call Mu Qingfang over.
As he peered closer, he took a second look at Luo Binghe's hands and chest.
A strange unease crept into my heart.
I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
It seems... something is missing.
Seeing Luo Binghe's pale lips and cold gaze, he didn't bother to think about it carefully. He sat on the edge of the bed and continued to channel spiritual energy into him.
As spiritual energy slowly flowed through Luo Binghe's meridians, Shen Qingqiu felt his stiff muscles gradually relax. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, reached out, and intended to pull Luo Binghe into his arms.
Luo Binghe broke free again.
After being pushed away for the second time, Shen Qingqiu threw away the cloth in his right hand and said helplessly, "What's wrong with you now?"
Luo Binghe's eyes were full of vigilance and defensiveness. Shen Qingqiu secretly rolled her eyes and criticized, "At a time like this, why are you still throwing a tantrum? It's just that I didn't let you sleep with me the other day. Is it worth getting angry all this time?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Binghe's lips seemed to twitch.
Shen Qingqiu, feeling a bit embarrassed, reached out and touched his forehead instead, pondering, "You have a slight fever. Are you dizzy?"
Suddenly, Ning Yingying's voice came from outside: "Uncle-Master Liu, you can't go in, Master is not feeling well right now..."
Ning Yingying usually speaks softly and sweetly, sometimes so softly that it's hard to hear her unless you get close. This loud shouting is clearly a way of alerting Shen Qingqiu inside the house.
He immediately jumped out of bed, and just as he lowered the curtain, the wooden door of the bamboo house was slammed open.
Liu Qingge, carrying a sword on his back, strode into the house. Shen Qingqiu, with one hand behind his back, turned around and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Junior Brother Liu, how have you been?"
Liu Qingge bluntly said, "The Cangqiong Mountain Sect has rules that Luo Binghe cannot come up here."
Shen Qingqiu: "How come I've never heard of this rule?"
Liu Qingge: "It's newly decided."
Mingfan peeked out and interjected, "Yes, Master, the Cangqiong Mountain Sect really does have this rule now, it's just that the Sect Leader hasn't engraved it on the Discipline Stone. Everyone knows that..."
Shen Qingqiu snapped, "Shut up!"
Don't think I don't know, it's you, brat, named Liu Qingge!
This kid has long admired Baizhan Peak, and he reports every little thing to Liu Qingge. He's practically become a spy for Qingjing Peak!
While it's understandable that few young people don't admire Baizhanfeng, this kind of behavior of turning against outsiders and secretly reporting on others is simply shameful!
I'll deal with you later!
Mingfan wilted as soon as he was scolded and slunk away. Ning Yingying stood anxiously at the door, still not satisfied, and stomped on his foot hard, muttering blaming him for ruining things.
As soon as the two left, Liu Qingge immediately lifted the bed curtains.
Luo Binghe sat half-upright on the bed, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, like a wounded young wild leopard, brimming with murderous intent. He stared at Liu Qingge with eyes like ice blades and poisonous flames, a powerful punch ready to be unleashed at any moment. Shen Qingqiu quickly stepped in between them, pressing one leg onto the bed to block Luo Binghe: "Junior brother, don't do this."
Liu Qingge asked in surprise and doubt: "He's injured?"
Shen Qingqiu really wanted to bow to him, but sighed, "If he hadn't been injured, I wouldn't have brought him back. Junior Brother Liu, please turn a blind eye and don't send him away."
Liu Qingge asked, "Why didn't you stay in the Demon Realm after you were injured?"
It was because I stayed in the Demon Realm that I got injured!
Shen Qingqiu: "Something's gone wrong..."
"Have those demons and monsters rebelled?"
"Uh." Shen Qingqiu glanced at Luo Binghe out of the corner of his eye, unsure whether to speak about matters concerning the Demon Clan, and vaguely replied, "Maybe."
Liu Qingge said, "You have to clean up your own mess. The Cangqiong Mountain Sect is your backing, not his."
Luo Binghe suddenly sneered, aggravating the wound near his chest, and then gritted his teeth and endured it. Hearing how hard he was enduring it, Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt more confident and said seriously, "Junior Brother Liu, don't forget, this is Qingjing Peak."
Whether or not to keep someone on Qingjing Peak is, of course, up to the Peak Master!
Liu Qingge was annoyed by his lack of assertiveness and said coldly, "You're just going to protect him!"
After uttering those words, he stormed out the door. Less than two seconds later, he came running back, throwing something into Shen Qingqiu's arms.
Shen Qingqiu caught it and saw that it was his folding fan again.
During the last chaotic battle in Luochuan, a folding fan fell somewhere. Liu Qingge always seems to find it, so it's clear they have a special connection. Otherwise, why not just give it to him?
He coughed lightly and said in a gentle manner, "I'm always troubling Junior Brother Liu."
Liu Qingge turned and left.
Luo Binghe's voice sounded behind Shen Qingqiu, his voice low and hoarse: "...Liu Qingge?"
This sound was a genuine question of uncertainty.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Don't worry about it. That's just how he is. He just shouts a couple of times. After he's done, he leaves."
Luo Binghe narrowed his eyes, a thoughtful expression gradually appearing on his face.
Shen Qingqiu placed the folding fan on the table and comforted him, "Don't be afraid. I've already said so today, so he won't bother you for the time being. If the disciples of Hundred Battles Peak come to attack you again, just fight back. Just don't kill them. There's no need to hold back. It's also a way to bring honor to Qingjing Peak."
The more Luo Binghe listened, the more peculiar the light in his eyes became.
He tentatively called out, "...Master?"
Shen Qingqiu tilted his head: "Hmm?"
His tone and expression were extremely gentle and accommodating, always ready to grant any request.
Luo Binghe withdrew his gaze and forced a smile: "It's nothing. I just wanted to... try calling out."
This child likes to keep calling out "Master" all the time, and Shen Qingqiu knew about it before. He patted the back of the child's head and said, "Go to sleep. Whatever happens in the Demon Realm, we'll talk about it here after you've recovered from your injuries."
Luo Binghe nodded almost imperceptibly.
Seeing this, Shen Qingqiu leaned over, removed the blanket and pillow from his back, and helped him lie down. Before lying down, she carefully untied his hair ribbon to prevent it from pressing on his head while he slept.
After doing all this, Shen Qingqiu blew out the lamp, quietly took off her outer clothes, and got into bed.
He held Luo Binghe in his arms and said, "Go to sleep. I will help you regulate your breathing."
Now that you've hugged and slept with her, her little tantrum should be gone, right?
Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes and adjusted his spiritual energy to its most tranquil state, gently washing over Luo Binghe's spiritual veins like the evening tide.
In the darkness, a pair of clear, bright eyes gleamed coldly, remaining closed for a long time, staring intently at Shen Qingqiu, who had her eyes closed peacefully.
Shen Qingqiu's long hair fell across his arms and fingers. He grabbed a strand of black hair, slowly tightened his grip, and silently repeated the name with his mouth.
Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu.
A strange, sinister smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.
The silent smile on Luo Binghe's face grew wider and wider.
He looked as if he had discovered something extremely interesting, his eyes shining brightly with a hint of almost cruel excitement.
That night, Shen Qingqiu's dream was complex and long.
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