Chapter 52 New Cultivation Technique: I Believe Your Lies!
Spiritual communion is considered the most intimate act, not only because of the meaning inherent in the act itself, but also because the two people involved in spiritual communion will uncontrollably see fragments of the other person's memories.
For example, when Hua Deng was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, several memories that did not belong to her appeared in her mind.
She saw the little boy at the baby's first birthday celebration, babbling and raising a sword.
She saw a tall man kneel down, stroke his head, and ask with a smile when the boy was three years old, "Why does our little darling want to learn swordsmanship?"
"I want to be like my father," the child said shyly, head bowed.
She saw a four-year-old child pick up a dog, and from then on, those lonely nights were no longer spent waiting for his father to return alone.
On a night when his mother was fast asleep from exhaustion after taking care of his younger sister, he sat under the locust tree in front of the door, holding his dog, gazing at the figure of the man approaching on a sword.
That was his happiest moment of the day. His father would always hold the dog in one hand, pick him up with the other, and take him to bed to tell him a bedtime story.
He would also receive a bag of candy that could only be bought in town, but his father wouldn't allow him to eat it at night. He would hide the candy under his pillow and enjoy its sweet aroma while having countless sweet dreams.
When he was five years old, he almost died by his father's sword. He cried for a long, long time. Later, his father apologized to him with candy, and he easily forgave him.
One summer night when he was six years old, he was with his big yellow dog as usual, fanning himself to keep away mosquitoes, waiting for the man to appear.
This time he waited a long time, until the fan fell to the ground and he leaned against the tree trunk to sleep, only to be gently woken up by a large hand.
"Father, you're back," he said, rubbing his eyes.
His father squatted down in front of him, stopping him from getting up, and stared at him, saying, "A-Zhou, have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"
"Hmm?"
He didn't understand why his father suddenly asked this, but he still answered seriously, "My mother said that I want to become a great hero like you in the future."
After saying that, he tilted his head in confusion: "But Daddy, what is a great hero like? Does becoming a great hero mean you get candy every day?"
The father smiled and said gently, "Yes, eat as much as you want."
He happily exclaimed, "Great! I want to be a great hero!"
The big yellow dog circled around them, seemingly pleased by the child's bold words.
The man picked him up as usual, led the big yellow dog home. There was no moon that night, dark clouds gathered overhead, and the father's voice was scattered in the wind, somewhat indistinct.
"Our great hero, you must protect your mother and sister!"
That night, he should have fallen asleep after listening to the bedtime story, but for some reason, he tossed and turned and struggled to fall asleep.
In the middle of the night, he vaguely heard some noises.
"Senior brother, are you really going to do this..." It was his mother's voice. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn't open no matter what he did.
“Those people specifically asked me to kill them, I can’t refuse, otherwise they will harm the people of the city sooner or later.” The father sighed, “Take A-Zhou and Xi’er and go, and never come back.”
Even he could sense that his father's tone was unusually heavy.
"Don't worry, senior brother, I will take good care of them..." the mother said, her voice choked with emotion. "But senior brother, I really want to be with you."
"I'm so sorry to you and the two children. From now on, you'll have to rely on yourselves..."
He couldn't quite understand what was said after that. Xiao Shenzhou turned over in a daze and fell asleep again.
Later, he recalled that night countless times. He thought he should have gotten up earlier so he could have said goodbye to his father properly.
...
Hua Deng didn't see many memories, only a few fragments. The contents of the memories were bizarre and surreal; one moment she heard someone crying, the next someone laughing, and then she heard hysterical screams.
When she woke up, she was still in a state of lingering fear.
As the sunlight brightened, she hadn't opened her eyes yet, but instinctively nuzzled against Chen Zhou's chest twice, as if to comfort him.
Memories of yesterday flooded back, and she instantly snapped back to reality, rolling over to hide on the inside of the bed.
She stared warily at Shen Zhou, who remained unconscious and did not react.
Hua Deng felt a mix of emotions, relieved but also somewhat annoyed.
She felt weak all over and didn't really want to see Shen Zhou. She slowly walked past him and got off the ground, straightening her clothes.
When she looked up, she was startled to see a water mirror as tall as an adult.
...What kind of quirk does Qiu Ce have that he would put a mirror in a place like this!
Of course, she had no idea that this used to be Pei Jianming's room, and that the first thing he did every morning when he woke up was to turn his head and admire his own handsome face.
At this moment, with the streetlights shining in the mirror, she could hardly believe that the person in the reflection was her.
Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were half-closed and half-open, and her peach blossom eyes held an inexplicable allure, filled with a misty haze, as if she were about to speak but remained silent, her expression full of affection even though she wasn't smiling.
Hua Deng swears that she has never been so humiliated in her two lifetimes.
Moreover, although she couldn't see it in the mirror, she could feel some unpleasant changes in her body, which made her legs feel weak when she walked.
It's all Shen Zhou's fault!
Hua Deng suddenly flew into a rage, turned around and pinched Chen Zhou's face.
Seeing the red marks left on his face, I felt a little less angry.
only……
Hua Deng suddenly remembered a problem.
The cultivation method that Shen Zhou practices seems to be one that cannot be practiced in pairs with others... right?
Then what happened to them yesterday meant all his training was wasted!
Hua Deng's inner alarm bells rang loudly, and she covered her face and let out a wail.
Oh no, oh no, when Shen Zhou wakes up he'll definitely skin her alive!
This is far more terrifying than spiritual communion.
Hua Deng's mind raced through a hundred ideas, such as fleeing from justice, changing her name, and she even considered contacting Su Yiqing to seek refuge there.
But when she caught a glimpse of Shen Zhou's pale face, she couldn't bring herself to be ruthless.
Half a day later, she walked out of the room, tears welling up in her eyes, and found a corner to sit quietly and contemplate life.
Although Shen Zhou was unconscious, he was surrounded by his protective barrier, so there was no need to worry about being disturbed. Hua Deng sat there all morning, and when she finally made up her mind to return to her room, Shen Zhou was still asleep.
...Is he really that badly injured?
Hua Deng hesitated before reaching out to touch his forehead. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but his temperature seemed normal when she first touched it, but suddenly it became very high.
She opened her eyes wide, held her breath, and took his pulse. His pulse was extremely weak, as if he were about to die.
Now the streetlights can't do anything else.
His external wounds were showing signs of healing, so his current weakness must be due to his primordial spirit! She entered Shen Zhou's consciousness again, anxiously searching for his primordial spirit.
This search was not so smooth. The divine sense that Shen Zhou left her seemed unwilling to lead the way. She struggled to navigate through the black mist when suddenly her primordial spirit jolted, as if she had been electrocuted.
Hua Deng: "..."
Hua Deng: "Wait—"
There was no time to escape; she was enveloped by another primordial spirit, as if they had been one since birth. They intertwined, inseparable, and all words became blank at this moment, while the sensations were clearer than ever before.
Just as she was about to faint, the primordial spirit withdrew slightly, giving her a much-needed chance to catch her breath. Her first instinct was to run away.
But the light caught up with her, chasing her all the way to her own sea of consciousness, and then lured her there.
He touched her, and she trembled, as if she found it amusing. He deliberately kept his distance, chasing her as she fled through his mind.
Later, Hua Deng stopped running away because no matter where she ran, she would inevitably be caught and brought back in the end.
Humans can lie, but the primordial spirit cannot. That golden light possessed her wildly, and the emotions that her master had previously hidden well were now completely unleashed.
Hua Deng had no doubt that if there was a way to swallow her whole, this primordial spirit would do so.
When she was finally released, she was in a daze. It took her a long time to gradually come to her senses, and she soon realized that she was sobbing, her face covered with water streaks, indistinguishable between tears and sweat.
The culprit gently kissed her cheeks, licked away the water droplets, and patted her back lightly, as if to soothe her.
But the bright lights offered no comfort whatsoever.
She turned her face sharply and bit him in a fit of grief and anger.
She was fooled.
She actually fell for it!!
A vibration came from his chest beneath her, and he let out a soft chuckle, his throat suppressed. In response, he acted irrationally, grabbing her wrist and trapping her in his embrace.
He even had the nerve to smile and ask, "Why did you stop?"
I'll keep going, you big dummy!
Hua Deng bit down hard to vent his frustration, only letting go with a grimace when blood appeared on his shoulder.
She kicked him, not caring where she kicked him, and looked up with a resentful gaze: "When did you wake up?"
Shen Zhou blatantly lied: "Just now."
Actually, she woke up when she left this morning, but if I said it out loud, she would inevitably get angry and embarrassed.
Hua Deng was preoccupied with something else and didn't notice his barely suppressed laughter. She quietly pulled away a little and tentatively asked, "Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
Shen Zhou lowered his eyes, pulled her back, and said with a half-smile, "Hua Deng, I am injured, not amnesiac."
Damn it!
Hua Deng closed his eyes in despair, stammering, "I...you and I...is your technique...?"
She spoke unclearly, but Shen Zhou clearly understood. His expression immediately changed, his dark eyes becoming unreadable as he looked at her and said softly, "Yes, what can we do?"
He seemed quite distressed.
Hua Deng gave a bitter smile, slowly lay down, crossed her arms, and looked at him peacefully.
"Kill me then," she said with an expression of heroic sacrifice.
Where she couldn't see, Shen Zhou smiled and then leaned closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers.
From inside the room came Hua Deng's angry shout: "I told you to kill me, not to do this!!"
Shen Zhou pressed down on her legs, panting as he asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Hua Deng was going crazy, asking through tears, "Didn't you say you didn't practice dual cultivation with others?"
“That set of techniques has been changed.” Shen Zhou’s laughter grew even more unrestrained. “It’s ready now.”
"???" Hua Deng's eyes widened. "When was it changed?"
His answer remained the same: "Just now."
The lanterns bobbed and swayed on the waves, still struggling to ask, "Won't your cultivation level decline?"
"It's dropped two floors," Shen Zhou said nonchalantly, nuzzling her nose. "We'll be back in two months, what's there to be afraid of?"
Two months...
That's really nothing.
Hua Deng felt that he could stand up again.
Shen Zhou moved closer without her noticing, his eyes fixed on her, his breath brushing against her ear.
"Want to do it again? This time it won't hurt, I promise."
Her voice was low, husky, and seductive, like a fairy in the woods tempting passersby.
The consequence of Hua Deng's inability to refuse was that this incident lasted for a full hour, and even her crying and biting him in the end was useless.
"Shen Zhou, I believed your lies!!!"
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