Chapter 13 - The Heart Curse / Hatred and Reason *

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Content Warning: sexually explicit situation

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“Mmm… Master…”

The young man’s cheeks were flushed red. With closed eyes he called out in a soft voice, as if he was still enjoying the afterglow of his climax.

Suddenly the man in traditional clothes lifted himself up. With an audible gurgle, his huge, thick, dark purple sex organ withdrew from the youth’s snowy buttocks, bringing with it a gush of crystal clear fluid. The dark purple instrument continued to stand angrily upright, for apparently it hadn’t vented inside the youth’s body. The tall, majestic erection was raised flamboyantly high, but its direction was pointing towards Rong Jin, as if to insinuate something.

In fear Rong Jin turned his head and avoided looking at him. The man in traditional clothes snorted coldly, rearranged his robe, and climbed out of the bed. He slowly walked towards Rong Jin.

While that terribly long, thick cock made a very considerable, very obscene peak scarcely concealed by his clothes.

Rong Jin sensed that the man in traditional clothes had come to a halt all too close to him, and forced himself to speak. “Yin Jiuxiao, my name is Rong Jin, a disciple of Yaowang Valley. I came here to…”

A cold, slender hand gently took hold of Rong Jin’s chin, forcing him to meet the other man’s deep, dark eyes full of desire.

“A disciple of Yaowang Valley?” Yin Jiuxiao said in an icy tone. “My two guardians told me. You’re the pure Yin body who volunteered to mend my dantian?”

Rong Jin lowered his eyes with some embarrassment. “Yes.”

“Lies.” Sneering, Yin Jiuxiao pinched Rong Jin’s jaw, making him draw a sharp, painful breath. Rong Jin stared at the man, who was suddenly angry. His eyes began to tear up from the pain.

“I have no reason to lie to you!” Rong Jin trembled. “My intention truly was to dual cultivate with you to improve my cultivation base…. Saving you was just…”

“A disciple of Yaowang Valley.” Yin Jiuxiao repeated the words thoughtfully. He stared at Rong Jin’s pale cheeks and said with derision, “Your name is Rong Jin? You say you come from Yaowang Valley, but you don’t know your own shixiong, Shen Yuzhi? Did you know he died by my hand? Or… you know it very well and you came here to take my life in revenge. Well, what do you think? Did I guess correctly?”

“…”

Yin Jiuxiao saw the remaining energy and vitality in the young man’s eyes gradually drain away, replaced by deathly silence and emptiness.

“No. I wouldn’t do something so meaningless,” Rong Jin replied in a blank voice. “Shixiong is already dead. Killing you wouldn’t bring him back to life. I came to you to… to collect your Yang energy and improve my cultivation. The living… are more important than the dead….”

No, they are not.

He wanted to kill Yin Jiuxiao. He really wanted to kill Yin Jiuxiao!

He hated this man so much he writhed with agony inside.

Rong Jin took a deep breath. His chest throbbed with pain, and he vaguely tasted blood and bitterness flooding his mouth.

The congested blood and qi that had collected in his heart surged into his throat because of his anger. The pain in his chest was so severe that his vision almost blacked out. For a few moments he couldn’t see anything.

When his vision finally cleared, he gazed at Yin Jiuxiao with eyes that were empty and cold—this disgusting man before him had killed his shixiong. The moment that happened, Rong Jin’s life and dreams had shattered too.

Rong Jin clenched his hands into fists and pinched his nails into the flesh of his palms. Blood ran slowly from his fingers. The pain from two different sources was barely enough to suppress his wish to die with this man.

Because he couldn’t do it.

He hadn’t resurrected his shixiong, and Song Ziqian had said that before the Resurrection Gu was completed, the ones who provided the Yang energy couldn’t die. If they died, their Yang qi would become dead qi, which couldn’t save his shixiong.

No matter how eager he was to end this murderer’s life, Rong Jin had no choice but to compromise—between the life of the murderer and the life of his shixiong, his shixiong would always come first, which meant…

Even if the murderer was close at hand, he couldn’t avenge his shixiong. He had to lie under the murderer’s body and suffer humiliation. He even had to safeguard this man’s worthless life.

What irony, what sorrow, but such was the path Rong Jin had chosen for himself.

Therefore, it didn’t matter if he was toyed with…. Humiliation didn’t matter, pain didn’t matter, death didn’t matter, his own soul’s reincarnation didn’t matter!

As long as… he could bring his shixiong back to the living world.

“I… need your Yang energy to help me.” Rong Jin spoke to Yin Jiuxiao with difficulty, but forgot to restrain the expression on his face. “So I… won’t hurt you. If your life is threatened, I’ll do everything I can to protect you.”

Yin Jiuxiao narrowed his eyes slightly and revealed a mocking smile in return. “You really should look in a mirror and see the expression on your face right now. Rong Jin, was it? Tell me, why do your eyes say so clearly that you hate me and want to tear me to pieces, while your mouth says you’ll never hurt me and want to protect me?”

As a joke, it was a little too funny.

“I swear by the heart curse—I, Rong Jin, will never hurt Yin Jiuxiao and will protect Yin Jiuxiao to the death!”

Rong Jin stared at Yin Jiuxiao with reddened eyes full of blood. His bearing was quiet and gentle, but his firm oath was like the world’s sharpest and most decisive sword! Although he didn’t use any of his internal strength or qi, a faint, almost undetectable white glow formed around his body. This light, the power of the heart curse, was fleeting, as if it heralded Rong Jin’s determination—

Even if he had to overturn the eternal balance between heaven and earth, even if he burned himself to ash, he would follow his heart’s desire step by step!

The young man’s determination obviously had nothing to do with Yin Jiuxiao.

Yin Jiuxiao looked into Rong Jin’s eyes with complex feelings. If the young man wasn’t doing this for revenge, he couldn’t guess his intentions at all.

However, no matter what purpose this person had, his pure Yin body was highly beneficial. Yin Jiuxiao released Rong Jin’s jaw and gazed maliciously at the young man’s body. “Well then, how do you intend to prove it?”

Rong Jin opened his mouth and gradually focused his eyes on Yin Jiuxiao’s face. Before he could speak, the naked youth in bed voiced his discontent.

“Master, who is that? How dare he speak to Master so rudely?” The handsome young man gave Rong Jin a contemptuous glare, then rolled over and hugged Yin Jiuxiao’s waist. “Master, don’t pay any attention to that rude man. Chop him into little bits and throw him out to feed the snakes. Let Yun Er serve you well, OK?”

Feed the snakes? Rong Jin’s pupils constricted. He never imagined this pretty and delicate young man was capable of saying something so vicious.

Rong Jin looked at Yin Jiuxiao. There was a smile on the man’s face as if he agreed.

“Good idea,” Yin Jiuxiao said in a hoarse voice. As he stared at Rong Jin there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes.

Rong Jin was so horrified that he couldn’t stand still. He turned around, wanting to run away immediately. But he was no match for Yin Jiuxiao’s devilish speed. Before he could take more than a few steps, Yin Jiuxiao caught him by one of his acupoints and embraced him easily.

“My ‘baby snake’ likes things to be clean. Wash him first. Then my ‘baby snake’ will eat him.”

Smirking, Yin Jiuxiao looked back at the youth on the bed whose face now wore a stunned expression. “Qi Yun, from now on you’re no longer allowed inside Anwang Hall without my permission.”

“Why… Master, you don’t want Yun Er anymore because of this… this thing?” The young man seemed to be in disbelief. His eyes reddened and he glared at Rong Jin, full of resentment.

Yin Jiuxiao seemed to know the young man’s thoughts. He lifted an eyebrow and said, “You will leave the side hall immediately. Qi Yun, don’t think I don’t know why you’ve followed me all these years. Just leave quietly. I’ve given enough face to the Qi family.”

“You…” The young man’s lips trembled. He stared at Yin Jiuxiao, and the false affection in his eyes vanished, leaving only resentment now that his deception was exposed. But after a little while, the young man was unable to accept such a dismal outcome, and as he walked from the side hall, he burst into tears.

Yin Jiuxiao stopped looking at him, picked up Rong Jin, and left as well.

Within Rong Jin’s heart, fear mingled with an icy chill. He was unable to move, unable to break free. All he could do was watch helplessly as Yin Jiuxiao carried him into the darkness step by step.

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The author has something to say:

Am I being a little cruel…

TL Notes:

Transliterated names, places, and titles—new in this chapter:

Qi Yun – 齐云

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