Jiang Luoluo had been feeling exhausted lately.
He kept dreaming of an enormous Black Dragon tightly coiled around him, as if trying to crush him into bone and blood. No matter how he struggled, the creature remained unmoved.
The Black Dragon raised its head, its icy fangs clamping down on his neck. Its dark eyes gleamed with cold light. “Shizun…”
Jiang Luoluo jolted awake, his wet eyes wide with lingering fear and panic. He clutched the blanket tightly around himself.
He threw off the covers and got out of bed, intending to pour himself a glass of water to calm down. Before he could even bring the glass to his lips, a sudden knock echoed from outside: “Dong dong—”
The night was pitch-black, the north wind howling. The unexpected knock startled Jiang Luoluo so badly that his hand trembled, spilling water onto the floor.
He warily stared at the door. “Who is it?”
The knocking stopped, and a familiar, icy voice replied: “Shizun, it’s me.”
Mo Yunqi pushed the door open and immediately saw the figure standing by the table.
Jiang Luoluo wore a white inner robe, his face even paler than the fabric.
His delicate jaw was tilted toward Mo Yunqi, his eyes clouded with lingering fear and panic. He gazed at Mo Yunqi timidly, looking both pitiful and fragile.
Anyone who saw him would probably want to scoop him up and comfort him.
Mo Yunqi strode forward, but his gaze froze when he saw the boy’s bare feet.
“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”
He picked him up and placed him back on the bed, then stroked his small face. “It’s so cold. What if you catch a chill?”
His voice was softer than even he realized.
His Little Master looked up at him, concern in his eyes. “You’re awake? When did you wake up?”
“Just now. I was scared, and I wanted to see Shizun.”
Mo Yunqi wrapped his arms around the boy’s small body, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Now that you’ve seen Shizun, you don’t need to be afraid anymore.”
“Does it still hurt?”
Jiang Luoluo, worried about the blow Mo Yunqi had taken for him, dared not move. “Did it hit your back or your shoulder?”
The voice in his arms was small, almost scolding. “Why were you so foolish? If you had just left then, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
“But then Shizun would have been hurt.”
Mo Yunqi tightened his grip on the boy. “I don’t care if I get hurt a hundred times, Shizun can’t be hurt.”
His Little Master was so delicate that even a scratch from a scale on his back would leave a terrifying wound that made Mo Yunqi’s heart ache.
Fortunately, he found what he was looking for and restored his cultivation. Otherwise, what kind of man would stand by and watch the person he loved get hurt before his eyes?
“Disciple will protect Shizun from now on and never let you take risks again.”
The deep, gentle voice echoed in Jiang Luoluo’s ears, causing him to blush slightly.
A commotion erupted outside the door, snapping Jiang Luoluo back to reality. He struggled to escape Mo Yunqi’s embrace. “Who is it?”
A disciple knocked urgently at the door. “Shizun! Something terrible has happened! Senior Brother Chu is in trouble! Please come quickly!”
Trouble?
The blush drained from Jiang Luoluo’s face, replaced by a look of panic as he hastily pulled on his clothes.
Mo Yunqi’s face was half-hidden in the shadows cast by the candlelight, making him look like a demon. A half-smile curled his lips.
Chu Xubai’s courtyard was in chaos. When Jiang Luoluo arrived, Xu Zhiyan was staring at Chu Xubai, on the verge of tears.
“Shizun! Please, look at Junior Brother Chu! What’s wrong with him? He was perfectly fine this afternoon!”
Jiang Luoluo pulled back the curtains, taking two steps back and bumping into Mo Yunqi behind him.
Chu Xubai, who had been laughing and talking just hours ago, now lay stiffly on the bed, his face pale with a greenish tinge. Blood trickled from his ears and the corners of his mouth.
Mo Yunqi wrapped his arms around Jiang Luoluo’s waist. “Shizun, it’s poison. For now, only these two places are bleeding. But once blood starts flowing from all seven orifices, Senior Brother Chu will die instantly.”
Jiang Luoluo, shaken by the news, gripped Mo Yunqi’s arm. “What kind of poison?”
Mo Yunqi shook his head. “It’s a pity Martial Uncle Sect Leader is gone. With his knowledge, he would surely have known.”
Seeing Jiang Luoluo’s brow furrowed tightly, he continued thoughtfully:
“But I heard Dragon’s Breath Mountain has a Ninth-Grade Spirit Mushroom that can raise the dead and restore flesh to bone. If Senior Brother Chu can eat it, he might be saved.”
“Dragon’s Breath Mountain?” Jiang Luoluo murmured the name, slowly turning around. “Where is it?”
Mo Yunqi lifted his eyelids, gazing tenderly at the person before him. His thin lips parted slightly. “The Demon Realm.” [footnote] T/N: Bringing wife home mission, START!. BTW, I read a book named ‘Bringing Tony home’ and Tony was a dog( ͡• _•) [/footnote]
Outside the Azure Frost Hall, Jiang Luoluo bid farewell to all the disciples, entrusted the sect’s affairs to Xu Zhiyan, and gave Mo Yunqi a deep look.
Though he didn’t know why Chu Xubai had fallen into such a dire crisis, he had to save him.
If Chu Xubai died, his target would disappear, and Jiang Luoluo would lose his reason for existing in this world, vanishing instantly.
He had someone he couldn’t let go of, and he wasn’t ready to disappear so soon.
“Your injuries haven’t fully healed yet. You don’t need to follow me. Another person only adds to the danger.”
Mo Yunqi simply smiled at him. “Understood, Shizun.”
The white figure mounted his sword and soared away. Xu Zhiyan couldn’t help but exclaim, “Shizun is so good to Senior Brother Chu!”
Mo Yunqi glanced at him through half-closed eyelids before turning and leaving.
When Jiang Luoluo reached the outskirts of Dragon’s Breath Mountain, his sword could no longer advance. He leaped off the blade and began walking up the stone steps.
From the surrounding woods, small demons peeked out at him from time to time, their eyes devoid of malice. They murmured to each other, their words too distant to make out clearly, only fragments like “bride” and “wedding” reaching his ears.
*Could the master of Dragon’s Breath Mountain be getting married? Had he arrived at the worst possible time?*
But Chu Xubai couldn’t wait any longer.
Jiang Luoluo paused for a moment, then hurried onward.
As he passed through the mountain gate, red ribbons and lanterns adorned the black stone steps on either side. The open doors were plastered with the character 囍 (double happiness), its strokes bold and resolute, radiating an aura of chilling intent that seemed to threaten to burst through the red paper.
Deeper inside, the sky grew darker, and the atmosphere of the wedding intensified.
Guests mingled in the courtyard, drinking and celebrating. Various small demons bustled about, carrying wine jars and attending to the festivities. Jiang Luoluo stopped one passing demon: “Where is the master of Dragon’s Breath Mountain? I need to see your master.”
“Our master is getting married today! He has no time to see you!” The demon tilted its head, about to say something else, when a tiger’s paw reached out from behind:
“Honored guest, the master has been waiting for you. Please, this way.”
The main hall of Dragon’s Breath Mountain was exquisitely decorated, with jade palaces and jeweled branches, a sight of unparalleled beauty.
The Tiger Demon led him to the outer chamber. “Honored guest, the master is inside.”
Jiang Luoluo pushed open the door and found himself in a sleeping chamber. Thinking the Tiger Demon had led him astray, he turned to leave, but the door slammed shut behind him with a resounding “boom.”
“You’ve arrived?” A low voice echoed from the side of the chamber, followed by the sound of water. Two long, slender legs emerged from the side door, draped in a crimson robe. Water droplets trickled down the unfastened collar, falling onto well-defined abdominal muscles.
Jiang Luoluo hastily raised his head, meeting the man’s gaze.
The man’s face, chiseled like a sculpture, was shrouded in mist. His thick, dark eyebrows were damp, and his narrow phoenix eyes stared at him with a cold, eerie beauty.
Yet, there was an inexplicable familiarity about him.
“I…” Before Jiang Luoluo could speak, the man strode forward, his long legs closing the distance.
He was too tall. His towering figure loomed over Jiang Luoluo, his gaze sharp and oppressive as he looked down at him.
“You want a Ninth-Grade Spirit Mushroom?”
The man’s deep voice echoed at Jiang Luoluo’s ear. “Very well. What are you offering in return?”
Jiang Luoluo opened the Storage Pouch he had prepared earlier. “Here are Top-Grade Spirit Stones and High-Grade Magic Artifacts. Take whatever you like.”
The large hand rested on the pouch, a pinky finger brushing lightly across Jiang Luoluo’s hand. He instinctively took two steps back.
This man’s aura was too aggressive, too dangerous.
The Storage Pouch was casually tossed to the ground. The man took another step forward, trapping Jiang Luoluo between him and the Coiled Dragon Stone Pillar. “I don’t want those.”
With no escape, Jiang Luoluo found himself facing the man’s chest. He raised his small hands to shield his chest, his voice trembling. “W-what do you want…?”
His chin was hooked up, forcing Jiang Luoluo to meet the man’s bottomless gaze.
A smile played at the man’s lips, as if he found Jiang Luoluo’s trembling form quite satisfactory. He spoke slowly, each word deliberate:
“I want you, Shizun.”
☕💰 “I don’t want spirit stones or magic artifacts… I want YOU, Shizun!” — Mysterious Hot Demon Guy, probably asking for a Kofi donation too.
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