Chapter 104: CH 104

Chapter 104: Soulmark 

Mo Yuan, Wuhuan and Feng Jun were all the same soul. No matter what form they took, they were all the person he liked.

Song Qingshi had originally been a little worried. He wanted to ask Wuhuan what he thought of his past incarnations and his present life. As a result, in the other’s eyes, what he had written was, “I’m willing”. He found that this was another fixed plot point in Sword Master Mo Yuan’s memory. There hadn’t been any option to refuse. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to go about this according to the feelings in his heart.

He was willing.

No matter in which world, no matter the place, no matter the guise he took, he was willing to be Daoist companions with Wuhuan. 

They went back to Peach Blossom Valley. Song Qingshi fired up the pill furnace and made seven of the Xuantian Taiming Pill. Wuhuan took one pill a day to slowly remove the Magnolia Delavayi Poison. However, they were uncertain to what extent the poison would be removed and he might suddenly recover his vision. Fearing that he wouldn’t be able to bear too bright a light stimulation, Song Qingshi first covered his eyes with a few layers of gauze. Song Qingshi told him not to be in too much of a hurry the first time he manages to see things. He should wait until his eyes have adapted before slowly untying the gauze.

That evening, Wuhuan was practicing his swordsmanship when suddenly his eyes went dizzy for a moment. He became aware that there were so many beautiful, fragmented shadows scattered in the air. He stretched out his hand and grabbed onto a soft and delicate shadow. He touched it gently and smelled it.  Finally, he confirmed that it was a peach blossom petal, one of the many that accompanied him every day.

Qingshi had once said that the peach blossoms in the Peach Blossom Valley were very special. They were all red.

So, this beautiful color is red?

Wuhuan stayed standing there for a long time. After adjusting to the light, he slowly unwrapped the gauze from his eyes. He saw the gorgeous peach blossoms, the lush green grass, the dew on the leaves, the birds singing in the forest… One by one, he matched the gorgeous colors with the vocabulary in the book; slowly distinguishing red, green, black, blue…

This wasn’t a dream…

Because there were no images in a blind man’s dream.

Wuhuan rubbed his eyes and looked at the peach blossom petal in his hand. The ecstasy spread bit by bit in his heart. He was eager to find someone to share this never before experienced happiness with. He wanted to describe how beautiful the color of the peach blossoms were, how the feathers of sparrows weren’t purely gray, but a mixture of many browns and blacks, how the trees all over the mountains were divided into many gradations, they were beautiful, but he didn’t know if they should all be called green? 
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Over the years, because his cultivation had gone smoothly and because he’d been nourished with good food, Song Qingshi’s body had been restored to its original appearance. Because there were no outsiders in the Peach Blossom Valley and Wuhuan’s eyes couldn’t see, he had given up on maintaining his image. He made little effort in making himself presentable. Everyday, he would dress casually and let his soft long and loose hair just hang scattered on his back. Occasionally, he would tied it up with a piece of string. Every day, he would dress as he pleased.

Wuhuan stood behind him, quietly watching him for a while. 

After Song Qingshi finished the last bundle of vine piths, he finally felt the scorching gaze behind him. He turned around and met that pair of spirited phoenix eyes. It was like a highly skilled painter had added the last stroke to a perfect picture, letting the beautiful phoenix come to life. It truly had charm and personality, lighting up the world’s scenery.

His heart was beating a bit fast. He then realized that the other had regained his eyesight ahead of time. He was ecstatic and wanted to go over there and congratulate him. However, he found that Wuhuan was looking at him with a strange look. He thought it was because he wasn’t dressed properly and his conduct was too strange. He hurriedly picked up the basket and planned on sneaking away to change his clothes.

But when he passed Wuhuan, he was grabbed by that arm and dragged into the other’s arms…

Not daring to believe it, Wuhuan looked at those eyes so clearly contrasting between black and white, so clear you could see to the bottom. Wasn’t his young man supposed to be ugly? How could he be so good-looking? Every part of him poked at the bottom of his heart, making it itch. How could there be something so beautiful in the world? It couldn’t be that he was having hallucinations after taking that medicine, right? 

He vigilantly lowered his head. He carefully touched the fair, fine and smooth skin, confirming by touch. He then leaned into his neck, carefully smelling the fragrance of medicinal herbs on his body, confirming by smell.  He skillfully carried him and tested his weight, confirming by feel. Afterwards, he carefully and repeatedly inspected Song Qingshi from head to toe, checking each and every place.

Song Qingshi’s outer robe was accidentally knocked off during all the dragging and pulling. He had nothing underneath except for the ice silk clothes that he wore when he slept. His robes were held together with a casually tied belt and given the texture of the ice silk… it was like he was being touched without any of his clothes on. How could he endure being touched this way and that by the one that he liked? He was going to quickly get a reaction from all his touching. He had no way to break free and he was also unable to stop his roving hands. The only thing he could do was stand on tiptoe, grab his neck and whisper ‘wuwu’ into his ear, asking for him to finish.

“I’m sorry,” Wuhuan finally realized that he had done something stupid and quickly let go. He explained, “I didn’t expect you to look like this. I just wanted to be sure…” He usually perceived things by touch.  When it’s time to sleep, he liked touching Song Qingshi here and there. It had become a habit. However, this time, it seemed like he had touched too much.

Song Qingshi shook his head, indicating that it didn’t matter. He hadn’t had his clothes on properly in the first place. They were light and thin and clung close to his body, making every contour of his body faintly discernible. His belt was also about to come loose. It was very indecent…Now that Wuhuan had let him go, he wanted to take this chance to untie his belt and tie it tight again. 

The two of them have stayed together day after day for so many years. He didn’t shy away from such things with Wuhuan. He was used to doing this kind of thing.

This time, when Song Qingshi just loosened his belt, Wuhuan realized that something wasn’t right. He glanced at the thing under the separated robe. He first thought what it meant for a man to get this kind of reaction from being touched. He then thought what it meant for a man to undress before his future Daoist companion…

Wuhuan understood instantly. In excitement, he grabbed the other’s wrist and asked, “Qingshi, do you… do you want me?”

Song Qingshi: “???” 

“I’m so happy.” Wuhuan delightedly kissed Song Qingshi’s lips. For a long time, he savored the feel of his soft lips. He once again revealed the radiance of a hungry beast. The fire of desire burned unbearably through his entire body. Confirming that Song Qingshi didn’t have any strong resistance, he presumed his permission. He picked him up by the waist and set him down onto the bush next to them. He pulled out all the tricks he knew and waited upon him.


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No matter when or where, if your Daoist companion wants it, a good man can never say no.

He will work hard so that he can serve him so that he can enjoy himself to the fullest.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded for a long time. When he finally came back to his senses, he found that a misunderstanding had already occurred. The whole thing was also already underway. He didn’t know how to explain and he felt really good too. So, better to make the best of this mistake…

In the process, he found that being mute was also quite troublesome. No matter what tricks Wuhuan wanted to play, how long he wanted to play, where he wanted to play, he could only bear it. He was played with to the point of becoming dizzy and confused. Except for crying or softly calling out, he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t refuse, couldn’t express his opinions.  He could only cooperate obediently and play whatever he wanted…Because he was too well-behaved and too obedient, the ‘eating’ tragedy once again came on stage. 

There’s a kind of being dissatisfied known as ‘Wuhuan thinks I’m not satisfied’.

Song Qingshi was filled almost to the point of bursting.

……

Afterwards, the two became Daoist companions. 

Their Daoist companion mark was in the form of a five-petaled peach blossom soulmark. It was branded on the their hand — on the hand used to hold the sword and on the hand used when doing alchemy. It was obvious at a glance.

Legend had it that if this kind of mark was branded between Daoist couples, if they continue their predestined relationship in the next life and become Daoist companions once again, the brand will reappear, revealing their bond from their past as well as their present lives. The deeper the bond, the brighter the color.

There were very few successful examples, and only one or two incidences were ever recorded.

“I want to confine your soul by my side,” Wuhuan was particularly crazy the night after they got their Daoist couple mark. He kissed the peach blossom mark on the back of Song Qingshi’s hand over and over again. He softly whispered the longing in his heart, “Qingshi, don’t fall in love with anyone else. Don’t be good to anyone else. In this life and the next life and the next life, only me…” 

Song Qingshi had been played to the extreme. He was trapped in bliss, dazed. He couldn’t quite hear what the other was saying and simply nodded.

“I like you,” Wuhuan leaned close to his ear and implored, “Don’t look for that man named Qu anymore, okay?”

Song Qingshi became clear-headed and resolutely shook his head. He looked at him accusingly, expressing: You already promised to help me.

Wuhuan smiled. “En, I’ll help you find him.” 

Song Qingshi knew that he minded it a bit, but there was nothing he could do. The mission of Sword Master Mo Yuan’s formation was to rescue Qu Yurong. Although he was sure that he would prioritize saving Wuhuan no matter how many times did this, his test paper was missing. He couldn’t just ignore that, right? Therefore, whenever they went to a new place, he would ask Wuhuan to help him communicate, asking everywhere about Qu Yurong’s whereabouts, to try his luck, and see if he could find his test paper.

But the immortal realm was too big, without any internet dissemination, finding someone was like trying to find a needle from the sea.

Song Qingshi has been desperately searching all these years……

Wuhuan has always found it baffling. He didn’t understand why he was looking for this man named Qu Yurong. He had ran across Qu Yurong in Tian Xiang Pavilion before. He was an ignorant young master. He was said to have a very pretty face, but he was extremely stupid. He could be sold off and he’d even help count the money. His temperament was also very weak. The laobao whipped him twice and he already became very obedient. 

The more Song Qingshi attached importance to Qu Yurong, the unhappier he became. But he never let his expression slip. He always very sweetly agreed. But in his heart, he hoped that Qu Yurong would never appear before Song Qingshi. Thinking about it now, he had long developed feelings for Song Qingshi and couldn’t bear having anything come between them.

Now that the two had become Daoist companions, his heart was full of the desire to monopolize and he found it even more unbearable.

Wuhuan knew that Qu Yurong was a very special existence for Song Qingshi, and this was especially disturbing for him.

Before, Song Qingshi had even told him some strange things about this matter. He said that he was not from this world, and Qu Yurong was the target of his mission. He needed to save Qu Yurong to complete the mission. 

Wuhuan had been very sad. Although he was blind, he wasn’t a fool. Playing such a ridiculous joke on him was just too much. Moreover, if his mission was Qu Yurong, then what was he? The wrong answer? Where would he go after he completed the mission?

He had felt depressed and he had kept silent for many days…

Song Qingshi realized that he’d been deeply hurt. He thought for a long time and realized his mistake. He never made this kind of joke anymore but he still insisted on investigating Qu Yurong’s whereabouts, saying that Qu Yurong was his friend. Now, he was in trouble and he wanted to find a way to save him. But when Wuhuan asked him about other things about Qu Yurong, Song Qingshi stumbled and couldn’t answer. This reason couldn’t hold water, there were falsehoods and flaws everywhere. The only thing he could say was that Qu Yurong was a very important person who needed to be rescued from the hands of the wicked. He needed to be taken care of, relieved of a strange psychological sickness called some thing or another, and allowed to live a happy life.

“A good friend?” Wuhuan thought for a long time and finally, he smiled and said softly, “I can help you take care him.” 

No matter who Qu Yurong was, he hoped that he never shows up…

Dealing with this kind of thing was too troublesome.

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