Chapter 221 Parents' Love (Part 4)
Seventeen years old is an age that is shockingly immature.
It is known that newly conceived celestial children in the celestial realm must stay in the womb of a celestial maiden for over ninety years.
After Qingming honestly stated his age, Kunyi overturned all her previous harsh requirements and scrutiny of his character and qualifications.
In the eyes of Kunyi, who was over 13,000 years old, a mortal's seventeen years old was about the same as a mayfly that lives only a day.
Who can expect a "mayfly" with an incomplete soul to possess the wisdom to understand the world and the ability to communicate with all realms like the Azure Emperor?
Kunyi means mountains and rivers, inheriting the will of the Earth Mother, who follows the example of the Empress Earth, emulating the will of heaven and the earth god, to embrace all things and bestow blessings upon all living beings.
So Kunyi silently gripped the sword hilt, and as the two of them walked through the secret realm, she instinctively took on everything.
Qingming, filled with suspicion and distrust, felt Kunyi's meticulous care over the next few days, as if she were a "living mother."
Kunyi's "tenderness" was something that even her two real sons, who were born with knowledge and were never naive, never experienced.
"The goddess's favor" is a powerful force that makes one's bones melt and flesh melt.
As expected, no sect elders or cultivators came to their aid in the secret realm after both of them "inadvertently lost" their teleportation jade tokens. They had to go to the teleportation exit of the secret realm again and try to get out from there.
Along the way, they encountered several more attacks from different spirit beasts. Qingming wanted to test Kunyi, so he deliberately ran into the attack range of high-level spirit beasts several times. Since his cultivation was shallow, he naturally couldn't defeat them even with all his strength.
In reality, he secretly held onto the teleportation jade token, ready to crush it the moment Kunyi revealed her intention to kill and rob her, leaving her with nothing.
However, Kunyi saved him from several dangerous situations in time.
When they teamed up with cultivators from those sects, Qingming subtly inquired about Kunyi.
Although he did not know Kunyi's original cultivation level, he knew that she was a rogue cultivator who had never joined any sect.
How high can the cultivation level of a rogue cultivator be?
However, as they approached the teleportation exit, the higher the rank of the spirit beasts they encountered, the more alarmed Qingming became.
Kunyi's many formations and techniques for dealing with each kind of spirit beast attack are so varied that they are dazzling, and the exquisite techniques are obviously not from the same school.
After Qingming was once rescued from the sharp teeth of a fifth-tier spirit beast by Kunyi, Qingming even suspected that Kunyi was a reclusive master.
Or... or perhaps she is one of those legendary eccentric masters who, seeing his extraordinary talent, wanted to take him as a disciple?
At this moment, the two avoided the spirit beasts and cultivators, hiding in a cave abandoned by the spirit beasts. Qingming's mind was as stormy as the weather outside, with thunder and lightning.
Kunyi, half of her body covered in blood, was meditating to heal her wounds.
Half of the blood on her body came from the spirit beast, and the other half from a cultivator.
Qingming and his group teamed up with others to break through the gate, but at a crucial moment, due to his insufficient cultivation, he was thrown out as bait by a male cultivator.
Qingming had long known that these people were wicked.
Now, this training ground has become a jar, a jar full of poisons.
With no one else entering to rescue them, and more than one ninth-tier spirit beast appearing, those so-called righteous cultivators were forced to reveal their vicious "true colors" in order to survive.
They teamed up with each other, but also betrayed each other. As the saying goes, "better to die for your friend than for yourself," they would do anything to escape.
Because of his humble origins, Qingming accidentally entered the path of cultivation in a remote mountain village. He initially joined an evil sect and was very familiar with the practice of ascending to immortality by stepping on the corpses of others.
He was thrown out in a calculated move so that he could retrieve the storage bags of several dead cultivators from under the beast's claws, and incidentally crush the jade tokens to escape.
Unexpectedly, they still couldn't pick up the items, and Kunyi pulled them back from under the beast's claws.
Kunyi also killed the monk who had thrown him out.
Her sword was as sharp as frost, snow, and moonlight; with a gentle stroke, half of the cultivator's head was severed, and blood splattered everywhere.
Qingming was covered in splatter, and Kunyi had been dragging him by the back of his collar all the way. He was a complete mess, his clothes were disheveled, and his hair, which Kunyi had braided by hand, was now loose.
He sat in a corner of the beast's den, his breath filled with the moisture of the impending mountain rain and the stench of blood from Kunyi.
Kunyi snatched someone from the beast's mouth, but was accidentally whipped in the waist by the beast's tail. She didn't even have time to clean herself up before entering meditation to heal her wounds.
Bloodstains were scattered across her clear, beautiful features, the vibrant colors like... a goddess fallen from her altar, plunging into a blood-soaked mire.
Qingming leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on Kunyi. He bit his lip slightly, listening to the rumbling thunder outside, his heart pounding and trembling.
Why?
He racked his brains but still couldn't figure it out.
If it wasn't for killing and stealing treasure, what else could it be for?
Qingming has now overturned his idea that "Kunyi is a reclusive master" and wanted to take him as a disciple because of his extraordinary talent.
Qingming's talent is indeed remarkable, but in this training realm where the best of the cultivation world die everywhere, he could easily become just another ordinary person.
Moreover, he had joined the evil sect since childhood, and had deliberately exposed the evil sect's techniques several times in times of crisis. If some master saw him, it would be good enough if he didn't kill him on the spot.
How could I possibly risk my life to save him?
Having been cheated and deceived since childhood, Qingming knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch.
All good things come at a high price, and if you can't figure out why, the cost will only be greater and more dangerous.
He should leave immediately.
Because of his own shallowness and weakness, he was exceptionally perceptive of danger. He could even feel a shiver running through his body, warning him to run away as soon as possible.
Qingming held onto the top of his boot; he could crush the teleportation jade tablet even through the boot.
Kunyi needs some time to heal her wounds, and the tiger is taking a nap; now is a good time to escape.
However, Qingming maintained this position until his whole body stiffened, and his eyes began to sting and feel sore as he stared at Kunyi. He did not crush the teleportation jade tablet through the top of his boot.
He...doesn't want to leave.
He wanted to figure it out.
He had never had such a strong obsession before.
I don't know how much time passed, but the rumbling thunder outside stopped.
However, the thunder in Qingming's heart continued to rumble, threatening to shatter his chest.
He slowly got up, supporting himself against the wall, and crouched down to move to the entrance of the animal den where the rain had stopped.
Smelling the fishy smell of rain-washed leaves in the forest, my breathing became increasingly rapid.
In terms of cultivation, he and Kunyi were like tigers and rabbits.
Even if the tiger has been holding the rabbit but hasn't eaten it, Qingming, as the rabbit in the tiger's mouth, should never think of herself as not being food.
They were complete strangers; they met by chance.
But now, looking at the dark and gloomy forest, he felt as if his feet were tied. Even though he was "terrified" and his heart was pounding like a drum, and he was trembling with fear, he found that he didn't want to run at all.
he……
He absolutely had to find out!
Even though he lost both his parents at a young age, the first woman who gave him porridge was only trying to sell him.
Even though he stumbled into the Dao by accident, the immortal sect he joined only wanted to use him to refine poison people.
Even though he was only seventeen years old, he had been torn apart by "tigers" countless times in this treacherous world!
Qingming turned around and walked to Kunyi, who was meditating.
He raised his hand and formed a hand seal to cover the area. Kunyi suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed Qingming's wrist.
The thunderstorm returned, its lightning illuminating the mountains, forests, and caves.
A hint of red crept into his azure-gold eyes, a madness born from knowing full well the dangers of the mountains yet still venturing into them.
After Kunyi instinctively caught him, she discovered that he was casting a cleansing spell.
She glanced at Qingming with an expressionless face, her brows furrowing slightly, displeased that he was so messy and disorganized, yet he still came to clean up for her.
She didn't let the cleansing spell land, deflecting Qingming's incantation, and said, "Go meditate, I'll do it myself."
Kunyi cast a spell herself, and soon she was completely clean and tidy. She reached out and gathered her hair, and her black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders and back.
But Qingming, whom she had pulled away, remained squatting in front of her without moving.
Kunyi looked at him again, her brow furrowed with some dissatisfaction.
They were dissatisfied with his frailty.
They were dissatisfied with him because his soul was incomplete and he lacked solemnity.
Dissatisfied with his insincerity, she always tried to test him on purpose.
dissatisfied……
"what you do?!"
Kunyi's eyes widened suddenly, her fierce expression revealing her true colors. She reached out and grabbed Qingming's throat, choking him until his face turned red and he could hardly breathe.
Qingming had his throat gripped by "fierce tiger," his hand pressed against the top of his boot, but he didn't squeeze hard because he felt that the hand gripping him wasn't exerting much force.
He also saw that Kunyi's anger quickly turned red.
Especially... the lips that he unexpectedly bit.
It changed from pale to bright red.
He suddenly pursed his lips, as if to suppress the lingering soft, cool sensation from before.
Staring at Kunyi, he said, "Fellow Daoist Kunyi has saved my life time and again... cough..."
He coughed as Kunyi's hand gripped his palm, but he still defiantly said, "I have nothing of value to repay you with, so I should... repay you with my body."
Kunyi was almost driven to her death by Qingming.
How could he be so frivolous!
Kunyi stared at Qingming for a long time, but couldn't really strangle him. After a few moments of rapid breathing, she released him and then kicked Qingming in the chest.
Kunyi was about to continue meditating, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she remembered the bite on her lips.
He was so furious he was practically bursting with rage.
Qingming has always been dignified, elegant, and strictly adhered to etiquette.
After their marriage, they became intimate in order to conceive an ancient immortal.
But after reincarnation, Qingming was so dissolute and unbearable. After only a few days together, he said he would repay her with his body!
Shameless!
Kunyi was so angry that her mind went blank.
Indeed, mortals are prone to lust and evil when their five senses are strong!
He actually dared to kiss a complete stranger so easily. If left unchecked, would he end up imitating those immortals in the cultivation world, with three or four Daoist partners and a whole bunch of cultivation partners?
The tingling and eerie sensation on her lips was so intense that she got up in frustration, bit her lip hard, and then quickly left the beast's den, disappearing into the night.
Qingming was kicked in the chest and lay on the ground coughing for a while.
She got up, smoothed her hair, and her eyes shone like golden flames in the darkness as she looked out of the cave and smiled.
Why aren't they killing him?
Could it be...?
In the following days, the two did not team up with anyone, but instead quietly waited for an opportunity to strike while other cultivators attacked the spirit beasts.
Unfortunately, the two cultivators suffered crushing defeats in several battles against ninth-tier spirit beasts, and thus failed to find an opportunity to escape.
"Fellow Daoist Kunyi, I'm hungry~"
Qingming followed behind Kunyi, who hadn't said a word to him these past few days and whose gaze was extremely cold and aloof, making his frivolous demeanor the ultimate.
As he spoke, he reached out and tugged at Kunyi's sleeve.
A handsome face that should have been dignified and composed in my memory was now full of bright smiles.
Kunyi took several deep breaths, wishing she could turn around and use her sword to cut off the sleeve he had torn.
How could he be so clingy and annoying!
However, after Qingming squatted by a stream and drank a lot of water, Kunyi disappeared for a while and then reappeared.
She didn't get close to Qingming, and for the past few days she hasn't allowed Qingming to appear within three feet of her.
At this moment, he also held his longsword horizontally, placing several wild fruits on the tip of the sword one by one, dangerously and with a warning, against Qingming's throat.
Qingming glanced at the few bright red wild fruits, then followed the longsword to Kunyi, whose face was as cold as ice.
He couldn't help but smile.
He became increasingly convinced that his guess was true, otherwise... he was a cultivator, not an ordinary person. Even if he were an ordinary person, couldn't he pick the fruit himself?
It's not like he doesn't have hands.
She was always willing to grant his every request.
Kunyi frowned when she saw his smile.
She simply couldn't stand the frivolous expression on Qingming's face.
She flipped her longsword, tossed the fruit aside, and turned to leave.
Qingming hurriedly took over.
Then, following behind Kunyi, they ate with gusto.
The clicking noises made Kunyi so upset that she almost chopped down the tree.
Several more days passed, and more and more cultivators came to attack the spirit beast.
They almost succeeded today. They teamed up with others again, this time with a large number of cultivators, all of whom were quite skilled.
Unfortunately, it ultimately failed.
But the spirit beast was also seriously injured. If they could just try a few more times, they would definitely be able to succeed in their attack.
While everyone rested, Kunyi led Qingming away from the crowd.
"Stay here." Kunyi lightly patted Qingming's cheek with her longsword, giving the order.
Qingming leaned against a tree, smiled at Kunyi, and nodded obediently.
In the past few days... he has done everything he can to test them, and has become increasingly certain of his guess.
Kunyi indeed paid special attention to him, not only granting his every request, but also forbidding him from talking to and getting close to other cultivators as he had done before.
Neither male nor female cultivators are allowed.
Kunyi was keeping a close eye on him.
Qingming wants to laugh every day.
Since that adventurous night, the storm in his heart had subsided, but... the thunder never stopped.
When Kunyi attacked the ninth-tier spirit beast, she was the main force. After wounding the spirit beast, its blood sprayed all over her head.
Even after using a cleansing spell, it still doesn't feel clean.
She told Qingming to stay under a tree with his back to the rocks, then took off her outer robe and threw it on the bank before stepping into the river to wash her long hair.
While I was washing, I suddenly heard a rustling sound.
Kunyi turned her head and saw a low-level spirit snake flicking its tongue at her.
Her longsword pierced the mud and sand on the shore. Her hands were empty at this moment, but Kunyi was not flustered at all. She pinched her fingers to form a sword and was about to cut off the head of the low-level spirit snake.
Just then, Qingming flew over and severed the snake's head with a single sword strike!
"Kunyi, these black leeches always live in groups. Be careful in the water, and get out of there quickly."
Kunyi looked at Qingming, a surge of anger rising in her heart, and scolded, "Didn't I tell you to stay by the tree!"
Why did she run over here? Did she think this thing would bite her?
Kunyi gets annoyed whenever she sees Qingming.
Qingming wasn't angry at being treated unfairly; instead, a smug smile played on his lips. He didn't even glance at Kunyi standing in the water, and turned to go back to the tree to continue standing there.
But as he walked toward the tree, he passed by the riverbank and was momentarily blinded by the gleaming longsword that Kunyi had planted there.
He subconsciously squinted at the long sword and Kunyi's robe hanging on the shore.
The next moment, he stopped in his tracks.
Qingming turned around and rushed into the water, heading straight for Kunyi, splashing water everywhere.
As soon as Kunyi heard the sound and turned around, she was immediately embraced tightly by Qingming.
Kunyi: "...What are you doing now!"
Qingming held her for a moment, then cupped her face and lowered his head to kiss her.
No matter how frosty her expression was or how resistant she seemed.
Kunyi had never been attacked like this in her life. She raised her palm to strike Qingming's shoulder, but because Qingming's face was already right next to hers, the palm, which was full of spiritual power, struck Qingming's face instead.
With a sharp "smack," Kunyi slapped Qingming into the water.
She was so angry that her head was spinning, and she had no idea what evil spirit Qingming had come up with this time.
However, it is clear that Qingming's evil wind has not yet been completely exhausted.
Even if his cultivation level is inferior to Kunyi's, he is still a cultivator. He certainly wouldn't be killed by a single slap, especially since Kunyi didn't really use her full strength.
He sank to the bottom for a moment, then surfaced again.
And it clung to Kunyi's waist, still dazed, and emerged from the bottom of the water like a spirited water snake.
After emerging from the water, it fearlessly cupped Kunyi's face and kissed her without saying a word.
Kunyi: ...
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