TYMRHBDES Chapter 47.2

The “sun” they had thought was dispersing the fog was nothing more than the eye of this monstrous beast!

It was now gazing at them with a cold, eerie light, as if they were prey that had delivered themselves to its doorstep.

A deafening roar echoed through the mountains as a razor-sharp claw slammed onto the mountaintop with a resounding “thud.” The beast’s massive body followed.

Overwhelming pressure swept down from the sky, threatening to crush them all with a single toe.

Jiang Luoluo gripped his sword tightly, a chill running down his spine.

With each step the monster took, the mountains trembled, the fog thinned, and its hideous features became clearer.

“Zhiyan, go! Take them both and run!” Jiang Luoluo drew his sword from its scabbard and glanced at Mo Yunqi. “You go too! It’s too dangerous here. Go call Senior Brother Sect Leader.”

“I’m not leaving.” Mo Yunqi drew his own sword, shielding Jiang Luoluo behind him. “I’ll stay with you.”

The monster bared its fangs and swung a claw with the force of a thousand pounds.

The group scattered to dodge the blow. Where they had been standing, a massive crater now yawned, its bottom coated in a yellow-green slime that dissolved into a noxious vapor, turning the soil and rock a deep black.

Anyone caught in that would suffer a fate too gruesome to imagine.

“Run! Go get Senior Brother Sect Leader!” Jiang Luoluo shouted to Xu Zhiyan. As a gale slammed down from above, he raised his sword to meet it.

Seeing the dire situation, Xu Zhiyan knew he couldn’t hesitate any longer. He hoisted Chu Xubai onto his back and sprinted away.

This creature was unlike anything they had encountered before, possessing immense strength. In mere moments, Jiang Luoluo was overwhelmed and forced to retreat. He dodged, preparing to flee, but then saw Mo Yunqi still standing nearby. Fearing the monster might injure Mo Yunqi, he changed direction, flying toward the opposite side.

In that brief second of hesitation, the monster’s razor-sharp claw, whistling through the air, slammed into him.

A searing pain ripped through his back, followed by a burning sensation. Jiang Luoluo could clearly feel the claw tearing through his robes, sending him flying through the air.

It’s over, it’s over! Am I going to die here?

His body, no longer under his control, hurtled toward the protruding mountain face. Just before the expected pain arrived, he crashed into a warm embrace.

His young disciple’s face was cold and stern. He covered Jiang Luoluo’s eyes with his hand. “Master is tired. He needs to rest.”

Jiang Luoluo blinked, weariness washing over him. His eyes grew hot, tears of exhaustion threatening to spill.

His curled eyelashes brushed against the palm of his hand, and his sweet, even breaths filled the air.

Mo Yunqi removed his hand, revealing the sleeping face of his young disciple.

Tears clung to his eyelashes, his rosy lips were pursed, and he lay in Mo Yunqi’s arms, looking both delicate and vulnerable in his slumber.

A gust of wind rushed past the back of Mo Yunqi’s head, but he seemed oblivious, lowering his head to kiss his little master’s red lips.

As he did, his form underwent a transformation, his body twisting like a willow branch, his features maturing with each passing moment.

Beneath his deep brow ridges, his narrow phoenix eyes held a chilling killing intent. He turned his head to face the monster frozen mid-air, his voice as cold as ice:

“Who told you to touch him?”

The monster in the air shrieked in terror, its hideous face contorted with fear. It kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

As if he had seen something truly terrifying.

The young man on the ground was shrouded in black mist, carefully cradling the person in his arms as if holding a precious, fragile treasure.

He gazed down at the person in his arms, his thin lips parting to utter a voice both deep and dangerous: “You scared him. You deserve to die.”

A black dragon’s tail emerged from behind the young man, lashing out at the monster with terrifying force.

The monster, paralyzed with fear, didn’t dare move a muscle. In an instant, the tail, imbued with immense spiritual energy, shattered it into pieces.

Soul and body were utterly annihilated.

Blood mist filled the mountain valley, blood droplets cascading down in a torrent, staining the rocks, trees, and grass crimson.

Yet wherever Mo Yunqi passed, the blood mist froze in place, as if trembling in fear of his presence, refusing to fall to the ground.

Black boots crunched through the vegetation.

Mo Yunqi lowered his head to gaze at the sleeping person in his arms, clad in pure white, as pristine as freshly fallen snow, nestled obediently against his chest.

“So good…”

His cold voice echoed through the blood-soaked valley, tinged with a hint of satisfied pleasure.

He lowered his head and brushed his lips against the person’s forehead, his voice softening with tenderness: “If only you were mine…”

When Jiang Luoluo woke up again, he was back in the familiar sleeping chamber of the Azure Frost Hall.

He opened his eyes and stared hesitantly at the towering beams above him, his pupils slowly shifting.

“Master! Master’s awake!”

“Junior Brother Jiang?”

A middle-aged man’s voice, full of vitality, reached his ears. Jiang Luoluo turned his head to see a man in a solemn navy-blue robe sitting beside his bed.

The face matched the character profile provided by the system.

Jiang Luoluo propped himself up on his elbow. “Senior Brother Sect Leader.”

“Mm,” the man replied, settling on the edge of the bed. “You’re awake.”

He sighed. “It’s good you’re awake.”

Jiang Luoluo’s gaze swept over the Sect Leader, then over the unfamiliar faces filling the room. His lips parted slightly. “Where’s Yun Qi?”

When the evil spirit had pulled him away, he had fallen into someone’s arms.

Now that he was back, where was Mo Yunqi?

The Sect Leader’s gaze turned probing. “Oh, you mean that boy? When we arrived, both of you were unconscious, but neither had any fatal injuries. These superficial wounds will heal with rest.”

“By the way, Junior Brother Jiang, I’ve been meaning to ask—how did you escape the Crimson Jing Beast? That creature is a ferocious beast that sheds its skin only once every thousand years. According to Zhiyan’s description, the one you encountered had shed its skin at least seven or eight times, meaning it had nearly ten thousand years of cultivation. With your current cultivation level, you shouldn’t have been able to defeat it.”

Jiang Luoluo frowned, his glossy black hair sliding forward to his chest as he shook his head honestly. “I passed out. I don’t remember anything.”

“Senior Brother Sect Leader, was the Crimson Jing Beast captured?”

A flicker of unease crossed the Sect Leader’s eyes. “It’s dead. Some great cultivator must have passed by and killed the beast…”

He paused, his voice softening. “Though the methods were rather brutal.”

“Alright, now that I see you’re unharmed, I can rest easy.”

The Sect Leader rose and handed Jiang Luoluo a bronze bottle. “By the way, the Immortal Sect Conference is fast approaching. I’m leaving for Floating Pear Island tomorrow. I’ll leave Purple Cloud Mountain in your care, Junior Brother. Take this bottle for protection. It can keep you safe in a critical moment.”

After seeing off the Senior Brother Sect Leader, Jiang Luoluo used his spiritual energy to examine his body.

The results were surprisingly good. He felt no soreness or pain from his injuries. He unbuttoned his robes in front of the mirror and examined his back. There was only a faint red mark, not the charred blackness left by the Crimson Jing Beast’s claws.

Could the system have saved his life?

He wondered how Mo Yunqi was doing.

Jiang Luoluo left his room and headed toward Mo Yunqi’s.

Jiang Luoluo nodded and turned his gaze to the sleeping man on the bed.

Mo Yunqi’s thick, dark eyebrows nearly reached his temples, and his long, straight eyelashes cast shadows across his face. His thin lips were pale, almost transparent.

“How is he?” Jiang Luoluo asked, sitting by the bedside.

“When we arrived, Junior Brother and Master were unconscious together…” Xu Zhiyan swallowed hard, holding back the rest of his sentence.

His usually taciturn Junior Brother had been covered in blood and wounds across his entire back, yet he had been tightly embracing Master, carefully protecting the unconscious figure in his arms.

Such a scene…

What a loyal and devoted disciple! Xu Zhiyan realized he had completely misunderstood him.

Xu Zhiyan’s eyes gleamed. He knew Master was such a good person that everyone would love him!

He continued, “It took us a great effort to separate him from Master. Junior Brother’s injuries are severe; we don’t know when he’ll wake up.”

“He was injured protecting me.”

He could have left. He could have ignored him. He knew how dangerous it was, yet he stayed.

Jiang Luoluo lowered his head slightly, so no one could see his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

His wide sleeves concealed his movements as he quietly grasped the icy-cold hand, warming it with the heat of his palm.

That night, in the mist-shrouded valley, he had held her hand the same way, walking for a long, long time.

Long enough to become her sole support in that moment…

“Master,” Xu Zhiyan called cautiously to the person sitting by the bedside. “Junior Brother Chu is also severely injured. Shouldn’t you go see him?”

Jiang Luoluo squeezed the hand in his grasp, his gaze fixed on Mo Yunqi’s handsome face. He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

As the two men left the room, the empty space fell silent. But on the bed, the person lying there suddenly opened his eyes.

The fake cracks on his body instantly healed, and Mo Yunqi’s pupils turned pitch-black. His narrow phoenix eyes gleamed with intense possessiveness.

He raised the hand that had been held, examining it. The soft sensation lingered on his skin.

It was truly soft, but the gaze that had met his was too fleeting.

Mo Yunqi pressed his thin lips together.

Why can’t Master’s eyes only look at me?

With a flick of his finger, an image of Jiang Luoluo appeared in midair.

Chu Xubai, sitting by the bed, seemed to be coughing violently. Jiang Luoluo reached out to pat his back.

Chu Xubai looked up, his eyes filled with swirling affection.

Jiang Luoluo offered him a handkerchief. Chu Xubai wiped his lips and then subtly sniffed the cloth.

His fingers clutched the handkerchief, rubbing it as if trying to feel the lingering warmth.

His Little Master sat beside him, his face pale and innocent, unaware of the desires his disciples harbored for him. He smiled sweetly at the other man.

He was so pure and beautiful, completely oblivious to the fact that his disciples were all coveting him, harboring impure thoughts.

Leaning against the bed, Chu Xubai suddenly reached out and tucked a loose strand of Jiang Luoluo’s hair behind his ear.

Outside the image, Mo Yunqi’s face turned ashen, his pupils blazing crimson.

That moment when your disciple goes full Yandere Dragon just because someone touched his crush 😮‍💨
Support the translator on Ko-fi — before Jiang Luoluo gets “accidentally” married to three possessive disciples and a black dragon.

“Why can’t Master’s eyes only look at me?” — a line, a threat, a marriage proposal.