Chapter 2.1 - Demon in red (Part 1) *

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Yan Buwang caught Rong Jin’s chin with his hand. He bit the young man’s lips neither softly nor harshly and slowly straightened up. The giant organ that had softened only slightly after so much effort pulled away from Rong Jin’s body, producing a large amount of white liquid and a ‘pah’ sound.

Rong Jin trembled slightly as he felt the hot, sticky liquid slowly flowing from his secret place. The creamy white fluid ran down his thighs, dripping onto the soft mattress, soaking it thoroughly.

While Rong Jin stared at his own clenched fingers in embarrassment, Yan Buwang gazed with amused satisfaction at the poor state of the young man’s originally snow-white body. He’d kneaded that skin until it was covered in red and purple marks. Rong Jin seemed slightly afraid of him and drew back a little, but Yan Buwang reached out in a doting manner and rubbed the young man’s head.

What am I doing…

Yan Buwang’s eyes suddenly darkened. “Do you like me?” he asked.

For a moment Rong Jin froze, then he nodded quietly.

“Lies!” Yan Buwang sneered. “You like me so much that you gave me enough knockout drops for three people?”

Rong Jin gave him an awkward smile. “Yan Da Ge, don’t be angry. I just wanted to cook some raw rice…”

“Then why did you activate a dual cultivation method during the process!”

Rong Jin felt surprised, then relieved—because who exactly was Yan Buwang? Rong Jin knew very well, just as he knew he couldn’t hide any of his little tricks from such a man. But when he heard Yan Buwang’s tone, it seemed like… He wasn’t going to kill him?

So he lifted his eyes and pretended to be innocent, giving Yan Buwang a fearful expression. And just as expected, the man wasn’t truly angry.

“I thought you were a member of the Hehuan Sect. Since you had the guts to knock me out, I thought you wanted to steal my cultivation….” Yan Buwang narrowed his eyes and stared at the younger man. “After fucking you, I lost some Yang qi, but my cultivation didn’t decrease. It actually increased….”

In an instant, Yan Buwang grabbed Rong Jin by the neck. His eyes were cold and dangerous. “Tell me what you want!”

“I…” Rong Jin’s eyes widened. He clenched his fists. This man was just as unpredictable as the rumors. Given the situation, Rong Jin couldn’t run. Even if he fought to the death… he probably wouldn’t survive.

His life didn’t matter. But if he died…

Out of the corner of his eye, Rong Jin glanced at the emerald jade pendant on his chest. A surge of despair filled his heart and his eyes reddened.

“I… like Yan Da Ge. I’ve liked you ever since I happened to meet you that day and saw how powerful and fearless you are!” Rong Jin’s eyes were full of mist. The more he spoke, the more his words seemed to come from his heart.

“If Yan Da Ge doesn’t believe me, just kill me! Anyway…” Rong Jin lowered his face and smiled bitterly. His entire body was tense, like he could spring into action at any moment. “Anyway, after spending one night with Yan Da Ge, I can die happy.”

Yan Buwang’s eyes flashed. Unfamiliar emotions welled up inside him. After all these years of fighting and killing, to him this young man was unique. Yan Buwang had plenty of tools he could use to vent his lust, but he normally didn’t spare the lives of those people the next day. This was the first person who’d ever confessed to him, and the first who wasn’t afraid.

Yan Buwang pondered for a while, then lowered his hand and snorted coldly. “Very well. But if I ever find out you’ve spoken half a lie to me, I won’t hesitate to take your life.”

Rong Jin breathed a sigh of relief. The two men fell into a strange silence. Then Yan Buwang said, “Wait here. I’ll tell the servant to bring water for a bath. You need to clean up.”

The younger man gave a stiff nod. When Yan Buwang walked out the door, Rong Jin’s heart began to jump wildly!

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“Sir, do you need me to deliver water to the guests in Room Three?”

Yan Buwang nodded. He followed the servant who slowly carried a pail of warm water up to the third floor. “Leave it at the door.”

“It’s just another step or two, sir. Please allow me to bring it inside,” the servant said cheerfully.

Yan Buwang scowled and gave the servant a dangerous glare. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The servant fled as if his feet were smeared with oil. Yan Buwang relaxed, picked up the bucket, and opened the door—

“Rong Jin?” Yan Buwang put down the bucket and looked around the room. Then he noticed the man-made hole in the window.

Yan Buwang’s eyes filled with so much fury and evil qi it could almost be condensed into a physical substance. However, he just stood there. He didn’t leave to chase after the young man. It seemed that being deceived by Rong Jin had stimulated him beyond the point of mortal understanding. Almost laughing with rage, he spat out two angry words:

“Very well.”

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It was April, but the weather was still chilly.

Rong Jin used his internal strength to flee as fast as he could. For him, the beautiful spring scenery of the countryside didn’t exist.

His face was pale, his legs were weak, and a certain part of his body was red, swollen, and painful. It was an unprecedented level of wretchedness and embarrassment.

But Rong Jin pursed his lips and clutched the emerald jade pendant in his left hand. The jade pendant utilized his body as a container. Its purpose was to collect the Yang energy of powerful cultivators, men who’d reached at least Deity Transformation stage. According to the list Song Ziqian gave him, Yan Buwang was far from the hardest to deal with….

Rong Jin felt an ache in his heart. He told himself he’d never pretended to be virtuous or sophisticated. It was all for that person, and he had no time to mourn the loss of his supposed virtue.

He didn’t choose a specific direction, and he eventually reached an area of dense, quiet forest. By now he was a little exhausted. He looked back, saw that no one appeared to be chasing him, and relaxed a little. He thought he heard the sound of flowing water ahead. When he pushed aside the branches in front of him, a sudden vista spread before him.

Rong Jin’s eyes lit up, and he immediately felt like his entire body was sticky and uncomfortable—because what suddenly appeared in front of him was a small, natural waterfall feeding into a round, crystal clear lake!

He couldn’t wait to take off his clothes. He quickly laid them on a boulder by the shore of the lake, together with the pack he hadn’t forgotten to bring despite his haste. Now he was naked, and the sunlight fell across the smooth lines of his body. It wasn’t that he was pale and weak in appearance, but he exuded an aura of healthiness and purity. Rong Jin stretched his arms and legs for a while, then he dove like a fish into the crystal clear waters of the lake. He submerged his entire body and swam to the center. After a while, his head emerged from the water with a splash.

“Ahhhh! So good!”

Rong Jin lifted his head and looked up at the small waterfall that was flowing from the cliff not far ahead. He let his exhausted body float in the middle of the lake, relying on the water’s natural buoyancy to lift him up. His mood, which had been depressed for a long time, seemed to emerge from the clouds into the sun. He was now extremely relaxed.

Then, all of a sudden, Rong Jin felt a sensation like a thorn pierce his back. Someone was watching.

With a sharp expression, he called out, “Who’s there?!”

He looked around, but there were no signs of anyone else in the vicinity. Everything around him was quiet and still, aside from the low sounds of insects and birds.

Was he mistaken…?

Rong Jin let out a deep sigh. Maybe he was too apprehensive about Yan Buwang. There was an enormous gap in strength between himself and the other man. If Yan Buwang really wanted to kill him, there was no way Rong Jin would escape.

The fact he was here right now was proof that Yan Buwang wasn’t interested in hunting him. He probably had his own things to do in Shura Valley. He might have been summoned by the valley master, or something along those lines.

Rong Jin shook his head. He had an optimistic, broad-minded view of the world and quickly distracted himself.

Rong Jin swam to shore and reclined half his body against the boulder. His lower body remained immersed in the shallow water, and he began to cleanse himself with his fingers. The blue and purple marks caused by Yan Buwang’s biting and fierce invasion couldn’t be washed away, but he wouldn’t let himself feel troubled by it. Rong Jin pursed his lips, lowered his eyes with some humiliation, and gently probed his sore and swollen acupoint with his right index finger. He slowly inserted the finger into himself, and gently began to rotate it, guiding the sordid, slippery stuff from his inner walls little by little.

“Umm… Ahh!”

The soft intestinal walls, which were so ruthlessly pounded by Yan Buwang, were hot and throbbed at the slightest touch. Rong Jin frowned and a trace of a groan escaped his mouth. His face was pale from the pain.

The discomfort completely distracted him from the danger that was approaching—at some point during this process, a red, wraith-like figure came to stand quietly on the sandy bank behind him. The figure’s eyes were blood red. He gazed at Rong Jin as the younger man partially reclined on his back against the boulder, watching as he probed himself with his thin white fingers as though masturbating, observing the slow thrusting movement in and out of the tender, pink secret place. It seemed like a silent invitation, enticing the figure to step forward and personally help Rong Jin by grinding into him with a thicker, hotter instrument.

But at that moment, Rong Jin was still unaware he’d fled the tiger’s den only to meet the sharp tool of another hungry wolf. He looked slightly frail as he frowned, concentrating seriously on expelling all that unbearable substance from his body.

Whooo—

A cold wind blew across Rong Jin’s neck. He cringed involuntarily. Just as he tried to turn around, a cold human palm grabbed his thigh.

What was this…

Startled, Rong Jin turned around and was confronted with a pair of blood red, ruthless, tempestuous eyes!

TL Notes:

Demon (in red) – 恶鬼 – èguǐ – evil spirit / devil / ghost

cook some raw rice – 生米熟饭 – abbr. for 生米煮成熟飯 – lit. the raw rice is now cooked (idiom); fig. it is done and can’t be changed / It’s too late to change anything now – Also a metaphor for sex or pregnancy, “you can’t uncook raw rice”

powerful and fearless – 英姿 – heroic bearing / dashing figure

Deity Transformation stage – 化神期 – huàshén qī – A cultivation stage. Every author has their own system, but there are usually 9 or so stages before one achieves full godhood / immortality. This is one of higher stages

valley master – 谷主 – gǔ zhǔ – Alternatively: valley lord

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

Hehuan Sect – 合欢宗 – “Acacia Sect” – Acacia is associated with hedonism and sex. When used as a verb, it means “to gather together (men and women in love)”. Also a deciduous shrub which flowers at night

Sir – 这位客官 – this (person) (polite appellation for a guest at a hotel, etc.)

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