Chapter 83: CH 84

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Yi Yan covertly hid a lot of Yan Chun's blood. Wang Xiaomie squatted in a corner and observed as the main villain Yi Yan repeatedly enacted what it meant to die and "Hey, I'm alive again."

An Kai had now entirely transformed into a drought demon. His whole body was purple, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was sinister, and a set of fangs protruded from his mouth. He was panting unknowingly, and the weapon in Yi Yan's palm caused a large gash on his stomach. The wound did not heal as a result of the weapon's subduing nature, but instead released white mist.

Wen Fengjin was the only one left to battle Yi Yan when An Kai rested against the wall by leaning on his hands.

Even Wen Fengjin had several wounds on his body in the blink of an eye, and two piercing wounds on his thigh and arm were slowly healing on their own.

"Mr. Wen will die..."

Bai Yu suddenly approached Wang Xiaomie and stated this. Wang Xiaomie's brows knitted together as he stared up at him.

"I’m not sure how to defeat him, but if the blood is so omnipotent and has no side effects, he won't keep it from me."

"So I assume this thing must have time and other constraints," Bai Yu said, lowering his gaze. "If they can hold out for a while, perhaps things will turn around."

Wang Xiaomie clasped KaiMing hard, and his eyes, which had been fixed on the struggle, returned to Bai Yu. "Why are you telling me this?"

Bai Yu remained silent for a moment before grinning, showing a smile without smiling. "I knew I was wrong, but I didn't anticipate the mistake to be so extreme. I once thought that Teacher Yi Yan's long-cherished wish was to kill the drought demon, so that when he finally kills the drought demon, I could persuade him to give up hurting you and Mr.Wen, and then leave here with him to live somewhere else..."

"But now I realize it's impossible. He wants to use your body as a material to make a puppet, won't give me a family, and doesn't care about Xiao An or anything else from the past. I'm already confused and unsure what to do next. Now I just want to put an end to it all, let everything end here... Even if Yi Yan is my grandfather..."

Bai Yu remained silent for a while after speaking till this point. "Cheer up, Da Bai... First love will inevitably die a little tragically," Wang Xiaomie said sympathetically as he rose up and patted him on the shoulder.

Although your first love's death is a particularly melodramatic tragedy...

Finally, there was light in Bai Yu's eyes, and his smile became more genuine, "Thank you, Xiaomie, for still being willing to treat me kindly and comfort me at this time."

"Don't say that..." Wang Xiaomie shook his head. What had he not seen in his previous life?

During that time in the Northland, family who had a close relationship with you could also plot your death with outsiders behind your back, and your most trusted subordinates could be spies sent by the enemy.

He and Wen Fengjin were both victims and perpetrators.

Wang Xiaomie had seen and experienced a lot, yet he didn't seem to mind. He was used to having a positive attitude toward others, and he was also used to accepting people showing their bad side calmly.

Human nature is not black and white. When Bai Yu betrayed him because of his feelings, he and Wen Fengjin devised clever countermeasures, but there was little sadness.

The battle situation changed while they were conversing. Wen Fengjin had his chest stabbed. His feminine, handsome, and evil face was as white as a female ghost's, his silver hair was dust-stained, his full lips were blue, and only the pattern on his glabella and his eyes remained vivid.

On the surface, Yi Yan appeared uninjured. He even raised his hand and tossed his long black braid behind him, smiling and gently staring at Wen Fengjin with his young and ruddy face.

"No good!"

"It seems that we can't wait for them to drag it, so we can only go up to help," Bai Yu frowned.

Wang Xiaomie almost hurled himself at Wen Fengjin after noticing his injury. When he heard Bai Yu's remarks, he hurriedly nodded and was about to rush over when Bai Yu grabbed his wrist.

Wang Xiaomie: "What's wrong?"

Bai Yu was silent for a moment before asking, "I've actually been wanting to ask...Xiaomie, you and Mr. Wen are both from the same period, and you are Mr. Wen's shixiong, so do you...know martial arts?"

Wang Xiaomie: "...No."

Bai Yu: "..."

Wang Xiaomie: "F*ck you! What’s with that look?! So what if I don’t? I've been dead for over a thousand years; isn't it normal for me to forget about fantasy things like martial arts!"

What's more, he was cheated when he passed the kung fu test system!

Bai Yu: "...Ahem, I didn’t mean anything by it. If you don't know how, you'll just run up and deliver yourself. As such, I'll stop my grandfather and buy you some time. You see if Boss Wen has any ideas."

Wang Xiaomie took a look at Bai Yu's incredibly young and beautiful grandfather who could take on ten men, and said: "...Take care of yourself, Da Bai."

"I know." Bai Yu nodded and dashed over to Yi Yan.

Wang Xiaomie, on the other hand, ran to Wen Fengjin, quickly supported him, and promptly told Wen Fengjin what Bai Yu had indicated. An Kai placed a hand over the hole in his stomach and silently reached out to dab his hand in Wen Fengjin's blood before sending it to his mouth.

An Kai: "Ahem, can’t waste the healing blood."

Wang Xiaomie: "..."

"If what he said is true, then we have no choice but to drag it." Wen Fengjin turned to face Yi Yan and said: "Previously, An Kai and mine consuming method was poor. The red pills are quite powerful, and the side effects are severe."

An Kai and Wang Xiaomie nodded, and An Kai continued to freeload the blood surreptitiously. Wen Fengjin covered his chest wound silently, his pale face terrifying Wang Xiaomie.

On the opposite side, Yi Yan frowned at Bai Yu, who was blocking his path, and asked, "Bai Yu, what are you doing?"

Bai Yu's face was darker than Yi Yan’s as he stated coldly, "Can't you see I'm stopping you— Grandpa!"

For a moment, Yi Yan was stunned, his eyes evasive: "You know everything?"

"Hehe, yeah, are you disappointed that you can't deceive me for the rest of your life?" Bai Yu's fists were clenched. "Is it fun to toy with me! Are you deliberately exploiting my feelings... You already know what I think of you, right!? Aren't you disgusted!"

"...…"

Bai Yu and Yi Yan had a heated argument, and Bai Yu's face became more contorted as he talked. He thought of Xiao An, who he considered his younger sister, and Yi Yan’s concealment from him. The feelings he so carefully cherished, and the deep affection that drove him to betray his friend without scruples, had become a kind of shame that made people laugh their heads off when spoken aloud!

Apart from Yi Yan's initial shock and discomfort in the face of his interrogation, there was no zero justification, and he essentially acquiesced.

Bai Yu's face was flushed with rage and excitement, and his eyes were filled with resentment as he fixedly glared at Yi Yan.

"I must eliminate the monsters. Your granny was slaughtered by these monsters, as was your father. Bai Yu, get out of the way," Yi Yan replied after a brief pause.

Bai Yu sneered, "Even if you initially wished to avenge Grandma, what happened later?! You were simply venting your anger! You've been missing for so long, my father died searching for you, my mother died of illness in bed, and I've been left all alone, while you just stood by and watched coldly. Have you seen these things and considered our feelings? Did you care when you took advantage of my feelings?"

Yi Yan remained silent.

Bai Yu snarled at him, "You cold-blooded monster, bring Xiao An back to me! Give her back!"

"I said she's just a tool I made!"

"She's a person!"

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The heavily panting Bai Yu suddenly calmed himself, flashed Yi Yan a crazy smile, and said: "You think others are monsters, but look at yourself; you are the monster. If you say Xiao An is a tool, I will turn you into a tool one day! I'll let you know how she feels!"

"I'm going to kill you...you’re not my grandfather, and neither are you my teacher...you’re a cold-blooded monster."

Bai Yu mumbled in a low voice before bursting out laughing and racing towards Yi Yan, clutching a teacup fragment he had picked up at some point in his palm and prepared to slash at Yi Yan's throat.

Yi Yan raised his hand to block the piece of porcelain with his palm as he glanced at his sole descendent. Bai Yu's face was full of elation as the piece of porcelain pierced the palm of his hand and a blood-red liquid spilled out.

He wanted to pull out the porcelain piece, but Yi Yan grabbed his hand and yanked it away. Bai Yu staggered a few steps forward before fainting when Yi Yan hit the back of his neck.

Gently helping Bai Yu to the wall behind him, Yi Yan’s gaze paused for a moment on the quiet face, then he stood up and headed back steadily towards Wen Fengjin and the others.

Wen Fengjin pushed Wang Xiaomie behind him, raised his sword, and stood tall, while An Kai stood silently by him.

"Fengjin..." Wang Xiaomie looked at his back and called softly.

"It's okay."

Wen Fengjin did not look back. His low, hoarse voice was not heavy but rather had a hint of a smile as he said: "I’m not going to die. I still have to build you a nest on the acacia tree and watch you hatch a flock of chicks."

Wang Xiaomie curved the corners of his lips in an attempt to force a smile when he heard Fengjin recall the joke he made while growing the feather pattern but failed.

The man in front of him vanished in the twinkling of an eye, and the spacious hall filled with the crisp sound of metal impacts.

Wang Xiaomie opened his eyes wide, his vision soon blurred by tears, yet he refused to look away. No matter what, he would witness it.

… … …

Yi Yan was seriously strong.

Even if he had previously utilized crowd tactics on Wen Fengjin and An Kai, and Xiao An and 'Choose One' had been exhausted, he was not an ordinary human being after all. Yi Yan could hold his own against the two of them.

He initially focused on fighting An Kai, and even after being wounded multiple times by Wen Fengjin, he did not back down. "Old fox!" cursed An Kai, who had a large gash in his stomach.

He swiftly retreated with an ugly face.

Wang Xiaomie supported him and looked nervously towards the center.

Wen Fengjin’s red and black robe fluttered, and the snake-like soft sword in his grasp cut the air like some omnipotent weapon. Yi Yan grabbed the small blades with both hands and expertly and rapidly struck different spots of the soft sword.

For a brief period, the soft sword trembled and rushed towards Wen Fengjin, but Wen Fengjin flicked it as hard as he could, straightening the soft sword.

"You can't hold on much longer." Yi Yan grinned as he glanced at Wen Fengjin's chest.

"I'll send you the same statement," Wen Fengjin said, raising the corners of his lips.

Their gazes locked, and their bodies moved in unison the next second.

The frigid light flashing everywhere was bigger than the rain outside, rushing to disturb people's hearts and vision. A burst of wind blew through, the rain poured in, and the bean-sized raindrops were cut into several fragments in an instant.

A short golden knife pierced Wen Fengjin's shoulder, while another short knife blocked the dagger aimed at Yi Yan's throat.

"It's over."

Yi Yan sneered and sliced the short knife hard at Wen Fengjin’s throat!

"Fengjin—"

Wang Xiaomie yelled, and Wen Fengjin intended to block it with his hand as well.

At this point, Bai Yu, who was supposed to be knocked unconscious, sprang onto Yi Yan's back, strangled Yi Yan's shoulders, and leaned back forcefully!

Yi Yan faltered and raised his head, taken off guard, with an astonished expression on his face.

Wen Fengjin, of course, did not pass up this opportunity and threw off the soft sword and wrapped it around Yi Yan's neck.

"Slash—"

The black pupils dilated. The torrential rain muted the faint sound and blood sprayed everywhere.

Bai Yu dropped to the ground, wiped the blood from his face with a numb expression, stared at the corpse laying next to him, his entire face distorted, and then burst out laughing like a madman.

Wang Xiaomie stared at this scene in disbelief, and he didn’t come to his senses until he was embraced by Wen Fengjin, who was covered in blood from the wounds all over his body.

It's all over...

Wang Xiaomie remembered the time they narrowly escaped death as blood beads fell from Wen Fengjin's body like rain. He embraced Wen Fengjin tightly and couldn't help laughing as he heard the man grunt softly in pain.

"It's over—we won!"

"Mn."

"We all made it, Fengjin—we all survived—"

Wang Xiaomie couldn't stop crying. Wen Fengjin clasped the back of his head with his palm and pressed Xiaomie into his arms, not saying anything...

An Kai grinned, limped over to Little Purple Hair, and hugged him with one arm.

It was raining furiously outside, pelting the messy puppets.

"Xiao Wenzi."

"Mn?"

"Let's go back to the tomb palace."

"Okay."

We shall be by each other's sides this time, no matter how many thousand years pass…

Translator:

The main story has concluded. We have 9 extras, 3 for the main CP and 6 for the side CP. An Kai's story doesn't spark my interest, so I won't be translating it unless I can get some kofis to keep me going~

Extra #1 will be ready in a few days. See you soon!

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