Chapter 83 Blasphemy 32. I love you and hope you are happy.
"Enlightenment!"
Chu Shenxiang's expression changed, and she immediately stepped forward, ignoring the violent divine power that suddenly erupted from Shen Mingxin's body, and put her arm around his shoulder and back.
At the same time, he flipped his palm, and several streams of pure energy flew out and entered his body.
Shen Mingxin seemed to hear nothing, but her whole body trembled, and stimulated by the pure energy, she suddenly leaped up, trying to escape.
However, Chu Shenxiang was one step ahead of him.
Nine black arms suddenly swam out and captured Shen Mingxin the instant she leaped up and was about to escape Chu Shenxiang's embrace, binding her limbs, waist, and neck.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Shen Mingxin struggled frantically, her hoarse and indistinct cries escaping her lips.
As he struggled, veins on his forehead and neck throbbed like worms, quickly oozing beads of blood. His belly seemed to breathe within it, sometimes swelling and sometimes shrinking.
His face seemed to be both crying and laughing, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils rolled erratically, as if he had lost his mind and was in a state of endless delirium.
"Stay calm, clear your mind!"
Chu Shenxiang gripped his waist, pressing a hand against his rolling belly, suppressing her heartache and worry, her voice cold and sharp: "You've been holding onto this knot in your heart for too long, and when you broke through, it accidentally erupted, causing you to suffer a qi deviation. Although I opened this path of cultivation for you, to truly walk it, you can only rely on yourself, especially at a critical juncture like this."
As he spoke, he used one hand to soothe and suppress Shen Mingxin's nascent soul with pure energy and divine power, while the other hand formed a hand seal, turning the words "pure and tranquil" into a talisman and slowly placing it on Shen Mingxin's brow.
Shen Mingxin's struggling movements faltered.
"Stay calm."
Chu Shenxiang's fingertips glowed with a blue light, and intricate and beautiful runes flickered. "Your divine embryo is different from other cultivators. It was not formed by your own body, but was drawn out by an evil secret method, so it has its own loopholes."
"If it backfires on you, you may very well turn into a demon. You may become obsessed with things you once hated and would never have wanted to do, such as indiscriminately killing the innocent and eating human flesh. At that time, let alone revenge or benefiting the world, you will only hate yourself. Is this what you want?"
“You are the true master of the divine embryo, Mingxin…”
Pure energy, runes, and divine power intertwined, enveloping Shen Mingxin's body and soul.
Chu Shenxiang's voice was calm and cold, piercing straight into the depths of Shen Mingxin's heart.
Shen Mingxin's face was contorted, and a painful groan escaped his throat, as if a battle was raging within his spiritual sea.
Chu Shenxiang stared intently at him, her palm pressing down on his spiritual sea.
If Shen Mingxin truly cannot wake up on his own, then even if it is detrimental to Shen Mingxin's future cultivation, he must take action. He cannot simply watch Shen Mingxin explode and die or suffer a qi deviation...
Chu Shenxiang's fingers tightened slightly, and her usually steady heartbeat gradually became restless and disordered.
Just as he could no longer restrain himself, his aura surged, and he was about to make a move, Shen Mingxin suddenly trembled and raised his eyes.
"Brother..."
The crimson in those phoenix eyes faded, and a hint of clarity appeared.
Chu Shenxiang's tense mind paused for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.
“Calm down,” he whispered, “just one more step, and the golden embryo will be complete, the flaws will be perfected, and everything will be alright…”
"Yes, I will listen to...brother." Shen Mingxin forced a smile.
However, his face was as white as paper, his black hair was disheveled, and he was soaked to the bone. His smile did not bring him joy, but rather made him look disheveled and pitiful. His plain clothes lacked brightness and added to his desolation.
Chu Shenxiang's heart clenched, she sighed, lifted the person off the nine black arms, carried them to the bed, and placed them in her arms.
“Brother will protect you,” Chu Shenxiang said.
"Mmm..." Shen Mingxin responded, burying her face in Chu Shenxiang's chest.
As his consciousness returned, his belly ceased its grotesque appearance and began to move normally and slowly. His violent divine power calmed and condensed, returning from its state of outflow to the divine embryo within his spiritual sea.
A faint golden light shone through, and a gentle breeze stirred up the room.
The turmoil in Shen Ming's abdomen subsided, and he returned to a state of calm and tranquility.
The foundation is broken, and the golden embryo is formed.
At this stage of cultivation, mortals no longer need to become innate martial artists to fight against some weak gods, ghosts, demons, and monsters.
Chu Shenxiang was completely relieved. She withdrew her hand from Shen Mingxin's dantian and stroked his dark, damp temples: "Congratulations, Mingxin, from now on you are a cultivator of the Golden Embryo Realm. If..."
Suddenly feeling the unusual color of the water on her fingertips, Chu Shenxiang paused abruptly, her fingers that were stroking Shen Mingxin's hair turning slightly.
Her delicate chin was pinched up, and Shen Mingxin's face was turned out, exposed in Chu Shenxiang's arms, tears streaming down her face silently.
Chu Shenxiang was taken aback.
He gazed into those tearful eyes.
Among them, confusion, sorrow, guilt, and resentment surged and converged, but the deepest and most abundant feelings were not these.
Rather, it is loneliness and helplessness.
In what seemed like an instant, twenty-year-old Shen Mingxin was transformed back into the eight-year-old child who had fallen into the dry well twelve years ago. At the bottom of the well, in the cold and damp dark passage, she wept until her tears ran dry, with no one answering her or coming to her rescue.
The world was cut in two.
Half of it is forever silent, pitch black, and cold.
"I'm sorry, brother," Shen Mingxin's pale lips moved slowly, "I've made you worry again..."
The dark tide surged in, instantly engulfing Chu Shenxiang's heart.
His heart was cold and trembling, as if a soft yet sharp blade was twisting violently within him.
"The three most unpleasant words in the world are 'I'm sorry'."
Chu Shenxiang said, "Don't tell me."
Shen Mingxin paused, her eyes trembling.
The dark, rock-colored fingers rose and grasped his slender, damp neck. He let out a very soft sob, forced to tilt his face higher, tears streaming down his face like dewdrops, soaking his clothes and hair.
“Mingxin, believe me, I will always be your family,” the deity gazed intently at him, his voice gentler than ever before, like clouds drifting down from the sky, “Even if…”
Even if I harbor delusions and blasphemy.
Shen Mingxin suddenly spoke.
Chu Shenxiang paused.
The two looked at each other, their eyes meeting.
Shen Mingxin's lips trembled slightly: "Even though... I crave you day and night, from spirit to flesh, from heart to body, hoping to make love with you, longing to talk with you from dawn till dusk, for all eternity... you still tolerate me, pity me, protect me, indulge me..."
Is that so?
Chu Shenxiang's throat tightened, and she couldn't speak.
He should have been overjoyed to hear the words he had been longing for, but at this moment, he felt only a sore throat.
“Yes,” he finally spoke after a long silence, his voice like winter snow turning to spring, distant fog turning into wind, “but this is not because the gods are heartless and see all things as the same, but because I love you and hope you will be happy.”
Shen Mingxin's eyes froze, her tears stopped for a moment, then surged even more fiercely like a burst dam.
"Cry if you want to cry, make a scene if you want to make a scene, do whatever you want," Chu Shenxiang lowered her head and kissed the corner of Shen Mingxin's reddened eyes, "Brother is here."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Mingxin could no longer hold back. With a scream, she burst into tears, frantically tilting her head back to bite Chu Shenxiang's lips, chin, and neck.
"Brother, brother..."
Tears streamed down her face, and her heart was filled with fear; all of this poured out like a flood in that instant.
He trembled like a leaf in the wind, pressing himself tightly against that tall body, wishing he could become one with it.
Large tears rolled down her cheeks.
Shen Mingxin burst into tears, utterly disheveled and beyond description.
This is a young man who lost his entire family at the age of twenty, and also a helpless and hopeless child at the age of eight.
Chu Shenxiang held Shen Mingxin's waist, gently responding to his licks and bites, letting him tremble, letting him choke, letting him lie on her chest like a little animal, bumping against her heart again and again.
Both of them were soaked.
Shen Mingxin gradually lost her voice, her sobs becoming hoarse and empty.
Chu Shenxiang stroked the face that was covered in tears, raised her hand, and wanted to use a gentle breeze to clean up the scene.
However, the moment her fingers touched the ground, they were caught.
Shen Mingxin grasped his hand, her tear-streaked eyes lifting up to gaze at him.
"Stop cleaning..."
Shen Ming thought to himself.
Chu Shenxiang's gaze darkened slightly.
The young man in plain clothes pressed his damp face against Chu Shenxiang's palm, soft and cool, like the most delicate flower stamen in the world: "Brother, of all my beautiful dreams, you must grant me one..."
Chu Shenxiang saw the deepest longing and lingering turmoil in those eyes. Shen Mingxin crawled anxiously into the dark passage, hoping for something to calm his heart.
It was that small statue and that scattered ball of light back then; now it is him.
Chu Shenxiang sighed silently.
"Be good."
He cupped that delicate, flower-like face in his hands and kissed it.
The plain-colored clothes were wet and heavy, hanging down to her ankles, revealing a person who was even whiter and softer than the clothes.
Shen Mingxin knelt down, as if under an offering table or on a prayer mat. Her eyebrows trembled and furrowed, shrouded in mist and tears, filled with fear and trepidation, yet also with a deep, infatuated look.
He hooked his arms around the neck of the god, allowing himself to be slaughtered; it was a devout sacrifice, but also a perverse blasphemy.
The gods, however, rarely follow the rules.
On the bed, there were neither split vines nor intertwined spider webs, nor wandering black arms, only Him in green robes and the snow-white young master.
The young master was in a sorry state, like a fallen flower cruelly crushed by sand and stones.
White petals tinged with red, decaying yet alluring; pink stamens broken and soft, unsightly yet beautiful. The sap flowed everywhere, red and purple, staining the white snow.
The gods who admire the flowers watched, yet remained indifferent and cold, as if the falling flowers had nothing to do with them.
"The Golden Embryo Realm has indeed made progress..."
Commentary from the gods.
The young master stared blankly into the distance, tears streaming down his face again.
This time, however, the gods did not appease him. Instead, they imprisoned him in a small corner, leaving his toes to convulse and kick wildly in despair.
On the couch, at the table, in front of the window, under the eaves.
The waist trembled in the palm of the azure rock, like the most beautiful and softest white snake in the world.
Shen Mingxin had no idea how many times she had fainted and woken up.
At one point, through his hazy vision, he saw the deity, who had remained calm and indifferent throughout, suddenly close his eyes, his chest heave heavily, and the veins on the back of his hands and the side of his neck bulge out.
Shen Mingxin's eyes were fixed, and her whole body trembled.
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Author's note: [Please] I'm kneeling down. I'm late. This chapter has been revised many times, but it's finally fixed.
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