Chapter 112 Perhaps We Can Be Friends
The old ancestor was determined to die.
"Are you crazy? You think I'd cry for you?!"
Duan Jiuyou replied loudly with his back to Di Jiang, without turning around, as if he were talking to the wall opposite the box.
She roared at the wall, "This isn't a serious injury! You've been conquering all over the land, getting injured is commonplace for you. I'm more angry than anything! Little Master Huang, as a righteous god, used only methods to humiliate people. His whip was barbed, the wounds were deep enough to expose the bone, and that wasn't enough! He even used branding!"
Emperor Jiang had a very deep brand on his abdomen, which was made by burning it with a red-hot iron!
The Divine Race's self-healing power is inferior to that of the Ao Race; even if they recover, scars will remain. The Imperial Frontier has fought so many battles with almost no defeats, and apart from the sword wound left by the Zhanlu Blade on his chest, this is the only external injury he has now.
"Snakes, insects, and rats can even come to the table and bite people! With your cultivation level, killing ten of them would be a piece of cake! Yet you were injured like this by him!"
Duan Jiuyou gritted his teeth, his voice trembling, and his anger was palpable even from behind.
In the past, she did not know pain. Although she knew that Di Jiang was suffering great pain when he fell into a coma twice, she could not empathize with him. Now that she can feel pain, she knows that this injury is extremely difficult to endure.
He said it didn't hurt, how could it not hurt?!
She said to Di Jiang, "Even though Qian Chuanchuan robbed Huang Manman of three thousand gold ingots, he didn't seriously injure him. I asked Qian, and he only punched Huang in the head, giving him two big bumps and threatening him with a knife. Huang was afraid of pain and death, so he gave him the ingots. For such a small grudge, he beat him up like this, demanding not only three times the amount of gold ingots but also 90% of the gold coins in exchange! This old bastard deserves to be killed!"
She clenched her fists in anger, her eyes glistening with tears. Afraid that Di Jiang would see and laugh at her, she raised her sleeve and wiped her eyes hard, saying with a heavy nasal tone, "I'll settle this score with him sooner or later!"
Di Jiang said, "We should consider it, but we can't kill him. After all, he is a true god."
"So what if he's a righteous god?" Duan Jiuyou finally found the scissors, grabbed them, and turned around angrily: "A righteous god who does nothing should also be punished! His mouth was smashed by the Thunder God, but he still wouldn't stop, swindled Bai Yanxing out of nine million taels of spiritual treasure, and even came to his mother for protection. He deserves to die!"
Di Jiang finally saw Duan Jiuyou's face clearly. Her eyes and nose were red. She was wiping away tears behind his back, and he saw it all.
She cared about him, even though he had deceived her and she had thought about severing ties with him, she still kept him in her heart.
He gazed at her intently, his eyes deep and filled with genuine emotion. Duan Jiuyou noticed Di Jiang's gaze, her face flushed, and she wanted to turn away, but Di Jiang stopped her.
"Now that we've found the scissors, let's treat the wound first. If we wait any longer, we might have to tear off a layer of skin."
Duan Jiuyou hesitated for a moment, not expecting his anger to lead to such an awkward situation. She felt indignant, aggrieved, angry, and pained for him.
She shouldn't be so good to him!
When she's awkward, she has a childlike expression on her face, with chubby cheeks, her lips pursed into a straight line, and her brows furrowed.
Duan Jiuyou reluctantly walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, saying stiffly, "I'm not concerned about you, I just hate that inhuman old bastard! He's committed so many sins, even if we don't kill him, he'll get his comeuppance sooner or later!"
"Who said you felt sorry for me?" Di Jiang chuckled. "I only asked you for help because my clothes were sticking to my body and it was uncomfortable." He then looked at her. "Why is your face so red? Are you angry too?"
He teased her, and she gave him a cold look, how could it not be like the playful scolding between lovers?
She herself didn't think she was coquettish, but to Di Jiang, she had a rosy complexion and a light, gentle demeanor. His smile deepened, but he knew when to stop. If he went any further, she might get annoyed again, so he took her hand and brought it to him.
"Cut it, my ancestor, I'll have to rely on you to take care of my injuries."
Duan Jiuyou was amused by Di Jiang's heartfelt address of "Ancestor".
"Are you addicted to being a lotus pond? I'm not good at taking care of people. When Bai Yanxing comes back, I'll have him look after you. He and you are both men, so it's much more convenient for him than for me."
"Let him take care of me? I'd rather die in pain."
Di Jiang snorted coldly, his arrogant nature innate, his eyes full of disdain: "What kind of behavior is it for two grown men to take off their clothes and apply medicine in a room?"
"Is it appropriate for a man and a woman to be together?" Duan Jiuyou rebuked him.
The saying "men and women should not touch each other" is just an empty phrase in Dijiang. On their second meeting, he bathed in front of her without any restraint.
Di Jiang laughed and said, "Don't misunderstand me. It's not a man and a woman, it's me and you."
As he spoke, he guided her hand across his body, his touch elusive yet firm as it landed on the jade belt at his waist. Duan Jiuyou tried to pull her hand away, but he pressed it down: "Take this off first."
His voice was deep and resonant, and his gaze slowly moved upward from their clasped hands to look into Jiuyou's eyes.
Duan Jiuyou was startled by his gaze. Just then, Bai Yanxing entered. All three of them were taken aback. Duan Jiuyou quickly stood up, handed the scissors to Bai Yanxing, and said, "Help him cut his clothes open. I'll go get some hot water."
Bai Yanxing took the scissors. Di Jiang narrowed his eyes, frowned, and looked at him. After a long while, he squeezed out two sentences through gritted teeth: "How come you're so good at picking the right time to come back? Did you calculate it with your fingers?"
Bai Yanxing was also quite puzzled, and looked Di Jiang up and down, saying, "How was I supposed to know you'd still have the energy to fight with Jiu You even with these injuries? Aren't you in pain? Did you conjure up these injuries yourself?"
"Try to transform yourself and let me see!"
Di Jiang and Bai Yanxing couldn't agree on anything, and neither of them spoke to each other anymore. Duan Jiuyou brought the water into the room and then left. Bai Yanxing crossed his arms and looked at Di Jiang.
"I don't need to do this myself, do I?"
Actually, you don't need scissors or water; a simple cleaning spell is all you need to "change" your dirty clothes and "wipe" away the bloodstains.
Duan Jiuyou is a martial arts cultivator, and his lifestyle is closer to that of a human. He washes his clothes when they get dirty and combs his hair when it gets messy. Even if he knew that a magic cultivator could do these things with just a hand seal, he wouldn't think of them immediately.
Di Jiang's expression was indifferent. He glanced at himself casually and changed his clothes. Then he cast a glance at the basin of water that Duan Jiuyou had brought. The water instantly turned into blood. The blood was not dark, just the color left after wiping away bloodstains. Even the white cloth draped over the basin was stained with the blood.
He was always careful in his actions, and he couldn't let Jiuyou know about the hand seals used for cleaning, otherwise she wouldn't take care of him anymore.
Bai Yanxing, his teeth aching from looking at it, couldn't help but say, "You've been putting all your effort into Jiuyou, haven't you?"
Di Jiang did not refute, but leaned back on the soft pillow and sighed, "She finally showed me some care, how could I miss it? She cried just now, and I was so happy. If she can always care about me like this, I would be willing to suffer any injury."
After saying that, he realized it was like casting pearls before swine: "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
Bai Yanxing said, "How could I not understand? On Dragon Breath Mountain, when Jiuyou stood in front of me and took Xue Ciyi's palm strike head-on, my heart was warmed."
Di Jiang looked completely bewildered: "She was just angry with me, what does it have to do with you? You just happened to be on the opposite side of the Desolate Clan. She would have protected anyone else that day."
Bai Yanxing didn't take it to heart: "She chose me as the emperor during her first attempt to seize the heavens."
This was also the beginning of his developing feelings for Duan Jiuyou. It wasn't because he chose her that he developed feelings for her, but because of how she appeared: petite, cute, and fierce.
These three words combined to form a unique image of a woman he had never seen before.
She somersaulted through the air and landed gracefully, handing the Heavenly Realm over to the Dragon Clan. To choose a master from Heaven—what arrogance, what grandeur!
Di Jiang poured cold water on the idea from the side.
"So what? She still chose me as her husband."
"……yes."
Bai Yanxing sighed.
Duan Jiuyou loved Dijiang, but never had any feelings for him from beginning to end. Sometimes he wondered what his feelings for Duan Jiuyou really were.
Maybe it's admiration for strength, maybe it's novelty, maybe... who knows?
A young person's first stirrings of love are always unexpected. The liking is real, the feelings are real, but unfortunately, it was nipped in the bud by that madman, Di Jiang.
Bai Yanxing said, "Then treat Jiuyou well and reconcile with her as soon as possible."
Di Jiang smiled in surprise, thinking that Bai Yanxing was not a bad person. He was frank and could accept defeat. If it weren't for the Heavenly Realm competition, the two might have become friends.
Once the wound is cleaned, it's time to apply medication.
Di Jiang glanced at the medicine bottle in Bai Yanxing's hand. Without him saying a word, Bai Yanxing knew that he wanted Duan Jiuyou to apply the medicine for him.
However, this is somewhat of a dream. A man and a woman alone in a room, undressing. If it weren't for Bai Yanxing, Duan Jiuyou might have reluctantly agreed. But now that Bai Yanxing is there, Duan Jiuyou definitely wouldn't care about the imperial territory.
So, Di Jiang, who had just started thinking about becoming friends with Bai Yanxing, began to find Bai Yanxing disagreeable again, and even hoped that he would die or disappear into thin air right now.
Bai Yanxing sensed the disdain and felt annoyed, but also understood his meaning perfectly.
Bai Yanxing said, "Should I go out and die?"
Di Jiang shook his head: "I don't need to die. Just think about what else you need to do personally, and what else you need to do that will keep you up all night and leave Jiu You alone to take care of me."
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