Chapter 127 Sleep Paralysis
When Shinjuku opened his eyes, he was met with the aggressive, condescending gaze of the King of Venom.
Wait,... His Majesty?! How is His Majesty in his room? How did he get into the underworld? Is he still dreaming?
Or is it a dream within a dream?!
But in that instant, his five senses returned. He could clearly smell the unique dragon saliva fragrance belonging to the Poison King, and finally knew what the soft, heavy object on his waist and abdomen was, as well as the strong, undeniable feeling of being wrapped around, like being tightly coiled by a venomous snake.
"!" Shinju blinked several times before he could suppress his shock, but the trembling in his heart just wouldn't stop.
Locked in by the gaze of a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, and surrounded by the other's subtly trembling aura, Shinjuku felt he couldn't withstand it and slightly shifted his gaze. However, as soon as he looked away, he noticed the abnormality in his own body.
His clothes were wide open, and the undergarment beneath was torn to shreds, a rather brutal sight.
"..." Shinju's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment as he looked up at the King of Poison.
The King of Poison offered no explanation. His gaze swept over the pink dogwood spread out on the white silk, and with each breath, his lowered hand fiddled with the earlobe on Shinju's side. He didn't touch Shinju, but being so close, and with such an intimate caressing motion, Shinju felt as if he was about to be touched. His cheek near the earlobe flushed, and he couldn't help but swallow.
He opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to say something, but no words came out. It wasn't that he was at a loss for words, but rather that he found himself unable to utter a sound. Even using telepathy, the words couldn't travel beyond his Purple Mansion.
His secondary dantian was still stagnant, with only his five senses remaining independent. However, his perception was limited to the bed; beyond that, it was as if he were in the void, pitch black and boundless.
The only person he could sense was the Poison King.
The pressure from the Poison King was truly too strong. The "filthy" level pressure couldn't damage his true immortal body, but it could directly render him unable to move, even more so than when he was bewitched or possessed in a dream. His mind was clear, but his muscles seemed not to belong to him, completely unresponsive, leaving him limp and helpless against the bed, at the mercy of the king.
As a true immortal, Zhen Su, though fallen, was a chosen one of heaven before his demise, rarely experiencing defeat. Therefore, being completely imprisoned and having his every breath strictly controlled by another person was something he could never get used to. Even if that other person was the Poison King.
Not to mention, the King of Poison's face was even colder than before, even revealing a hint of cruelty. He didn't communicate with him at all, only suppressing him, as if treating him as an object, not allowing him to escape, not allowing him to resist, not even allowing him to have the slightest thought.
This feeling of losing control over his body amplified his fear of the unknown, especially since the King of Poison had become so unfamiliar. He had never seen the King of Poison so aggressive before, and now it was coming for him. As a result, Shinju's five senses became extremely sensitive; even the slightest stimulation could overwhelm him, leaving him unable to retain even a single extra thought.
The Purple Mansion quickly became blank. Perhaps because of the shared origin of Yin and Yang, only the demonized parts of Zhen Su were not successfully suppressed by the Ghost King, and instead moved unusually actively—his frosty white beast ears trembled, his bushy tail was taut, and his usually clear golden eyes were covered with mist, becoming hazy.
The seal on the Yin body suddenly became unstable, and Yang energy suddenly poured into the Yang Xue point, about to burst out of the body. As a result, it is likely that all the Yin souls in the underworld will let out a trembling cry that reaches the depths of their souls, vying to devour Zhen Su's body, which is disguised as the Yin body but is actually the purest and most Yang body.
Unexpectedly, the King of Poison glanced in a certain direction. Immediately afterward, the black mist behind the King of Poison transformed into countless strands, binding Zhen Su's body like strips of cloth. The extreme black and flawless white collided, the contrast so stark that the King of Poison's breath caught in his throat.
The yang energy that Zhen Su released from his body disappeared as soon as it came into contact with the black mist. It was obvious that it was completely absorbed by the yin energy. Even if Zhen Su could not block the yang acupoint at this time and turn back into an extremely yin body, as long as the Zhen King did not remove those "black cloth strips", there would not be a big problem.
The King of Poison clearly had no intention of leaving. He even tied the black cloth strips around Shinju's eyes. The remaining black mist suddenly burst open, weaving into a cocoon that enveloped them, cutting off all divine sense from the outside world.
When those eyes, tainted with desire yet still pure, disappeared, the last shackles on the King of Poison's heart shattered, and all guilt was cast aside. His gaze lingered wantonly on any part of Shinjuku's body, and he no longer restrained his pleasure, his red tongue darting out from between his thin lips, grinding fiercely against his teeth.
The suppression, which should have paused for a while, has begun again.
Shinju was still unable to move, and this time it was even worse. He lost one of his five senses, and the black cloth formed by Yin energy robbed him of his sight, so he could not see anything.
The sensitivity of the other four senses has reached a new level.
Shinjuku found himself increasingly unable to think clearly, and without realizing it, he gradually handed over all his joys, sorrows, and emotions to the other person, allowing them to manipulate him.
Surprisingly, he didn't dislike this feeling. He had discovered that while the King of Zhen was fierce, beneath his icy exterior lay molten lava, a boundless ocean. The slightest furrow of his brow would instantly alert the King of Zhen, causing him to ease his pressure until the furrow relaxed. However, there were times when he couldn't stop, and then a fierce kiss would carefully land on Zhenju's eyelids as a soothing gesture. But in the process of soothing, it often ended up making his eyelashes wet.
"Qing'er, Qing'er, Qing'er." The constant calls and gasps in his ears were like a nightmare clinging to him.
In the end, Shinjuku lost count of how many times the King of Venom had called out. His eyes were dry, and the black cloth strips were stained with whitish dirt, emitting the unique scent of the King of Venom's ambergris. But someone deliberately didn't wipe them clean for him, like a wolf king marking its territory, silently admiring its spoils.
The black mist dissipated, and Shinju regained his sight. Fortunately, it was still very dark around him, but after a while, he was able to see.
Then he noticed that the five-petaled lotus tattoo on his back had long roots that had wrapped around his waist, as if they were about to intertwine with the ten-petaled lotus stem on the king's thigh.
"..." Shinju's face flushed as he watched. Now that he could finally move, he sat up after a moment and hugged the King of Poison tightly, saying in a tearful voice, "Zhen Mo, I'm sorry."
King Zhen was startled, then lifted Masakatsu's face and asked with a fierce expression, "Why are you apologizing?"
Shinju's tongue tasted bitter: "It's my fault..." If he had previously harbored a sliver of hope that the King of Poison hadn't been harmed by a demon and thus become a wandering ghost, the fact that the King of Poison was now alive and well in the underworld meant that he had truly died once.
Thinking of this, Shinju couldn't stop his tears, and crystal tears rolled down his face, startling the King of Poison so much that he didn't even have time to be angry with him and hurriedly wiped his face.
"You know you've ruined me." You've driven him to the brink of madness. The hand that had been wiping away Masakatsu's tears turned to pinch Masakatsu's cheek, and he said in a cold voice, "Then why did you dare to run away? Time and time again you've left without saying goodbye, have you ever taken me for granted?"
Shinju explained, "I was summoned away by the Yin Soldier Talisman; Black and White Impermanence are both looking for me!"
"Black and White Impermanence..." King Zhen narrowed his phoenix eyes, his hand poking Zhen Su's face with even more force, and asked again, "What about in the palace? Why did you fake your death to escape!? What did you promise me? Do you still remember?"
Shinju knew he was in the wrong. He had promised the King of Hell that he would never leave her in order to appease her, but he broke his promise. From the moment he uttered those words, he was destined to break his word.
He knew that no matter how much he said, it would sound like an excuse, but the King of Poison had chased him all the way here with such sincerity, and he had to face his own weakness and the betrayal he had caused by his initial escape.
Therefore, Shinju cast a purification spell on both himself and the King of Zhen, straightened his disheveled clothes, and then, facing each other with utmost seriousness and solemnity in his eyes, told the King of Zhen the whole story of his escape from death.
He didn't talk about the struggle behind it, because it was his own decision, and all the consequences were the result of the causes he had sown.
He thought the King of Zhen would be furious or despise his hasty retreat, but to his surprise, the King of Zhen's expression changed drastically when he heard him reveal his disciple's Taoist name.
"Doubtful Lotus?" King Zhen interrupted.
"Does His Majesty know him?"
"How strong is this person?" King Zhen suddenly spoke faster.
"...Very strong, he's probably already at the mid-stage of the Integration Realm." After the demon stole half of his cultivation, his progress should have been extremely rapid, considering he ascended at the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm. In terms of cultivation, half of the Tribulation Transcending Realm is incomparable to half of any other realm. Therefore, the demon skipping the Void Refining Realm and leaping directly to the mid-to-late stage of the Integration Realm might even be a conservative estimate.
Unexpectedly, the King of Zhen was speechless.
Zhen Su asked curiously, "What level has Your Majesty's cultivation reached?"
He guessed that the path cultivated by the Poison King was probably not based on the traditional cultivation realms, since his cultivation method seemed very peculiar, traversing the small world of history books that lacked spiritual energy.
"Early stage of Nascent Soul." The King of Poison's tone turned somewhat dejected at the end of his sentence, then he changed the subject again, "This is not good."
The cocoon formed by the black mist of the Poison King was still not broken. He glanced sideways in the direction of the third-floor wing room. "Someone came here specifically to catch you because of that Suspicious Lotus. However, the other party should have just learned of your existence. Go down and intercept him now, and perhaps it will be in time." Perhaps Feng Ling had not yet sent a message to Suspicious Lotus, who was pretending to be a righteous celebrity in the cultivation world.
Shinju had considered the possibility of being exposed, but he never imagined that his whereabouts would be revealed so quickly. He hurriedly asked, "Who is this person, and where is he now? Does that demon have spies in the underworld?"
"Wait, no, Your Majesty, how did you get into the Underworld?!" Only now did Shinju realize that this was a crucial and fatal mistake, and he only thought to ask it now.
The King of Poison said, "I don't know much more than that. I only know that the person was a demon lord. The demonic path has a special teleportation array to reach the high tower in Fengdu."
"The Demonic Path?" How could it be the Demonic Path?! No... Judging from this, the Demonic Path must have long been in cahoots with some force in the Underworld. A teleportation array, a secret technique that can help destroy a sect, should never be set up in the Underworld like this. This is tantamount to opening the door directly to the Demonic Path. If they wanted to attack and occupy the Underworld, it would be no easy task.
What a blunder! How could he have thought that the underworld was necessarily a pure land, where no forces from the cultivation world could infiltrate, and that with the protection of the Yellow Springs by the Yin Soldier Talisman, even if he went on a mission to the mortal realm, he wouldn't be easily detected?
"This is really bad." After saying that, Shinju suddenly realized that he shouldn't drag the other party into this again. So he prepared to talk to the King of Poison seriously. But when he turned his face, he saw the King of Poison staring at him intently, his eyes red. The King of Poison said angrily, "You want to abandon me again? Then kill me first!"
While Shinjuku was stunned, the words that were about to come out of his mouth were already out.
"Your Majesty, do you wish to be reincarnated?"
The King of Poison's face immediately turned black.
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Author's note: Please let me post this. [Hands clasped in prayer] Please.
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