Chapter 95: Worth Researching Shenjun’s education methods were very rough. He would throw people into dangerous situations and force them to fight for their lives. He would drag them back for treatment only when they were injured to within an inch of their lives. Once they’ve successfully been treated, he would continue… The Medicine King’s Valley has long been included among the sects within the Inextinguishable Peak’s sphere of influence. They’ve gathered as much of the world’s miracle cures as they could, and good doctors have sought refuge with them one after another. Their medical skills were extremely high. Bai Zihao endured through sheer force of will, struggling repeatedly at death’s door. And then, from countless failures, he figured out the path of cultivation that suited him best. Later, at shenjun’s behest, he established the Snowstorm Tower, firmly placing the Northern Continent under his control. He used bounty missions to gather intelligence, and eliminated many restless underground forces as well as some nasty rats and traitors. During the long dark period, Bai Zihao was the most ruthless killer under shenjun’s command. He would undertake any order given and would never fail. Everyone was afraid of being included on his death list. Kong Muhua was very resentful. After Bai Zihao began to receive shenjun’s training, his mind was filled only with cultivation and missions. He felt like a beauty who’d been banished to the cold palace. He had exhausted all of his foxy charms, but received favor only once. His lot was truly cold, dismal and miserable. At that time, when he’d been discovered by Bai Zihao in the Inextinguishable Peak as one of shenjun’s subordinates, and an ancient great yao, he decisively dumped all the blame onto the god. Weeping and wailing, he apologized for a long time. Although Bai Zihao was a little embarrassed and uneasy, he quickly let go of that emotional entanglement and they managed to reconcile. Bai Zihao tried his best to cultivate and was often injured. It was not uncommon for him to wind up with broken hands and feet. It also wasn’t uncommon for the god to drag him back with barely any life left. Kong Muhua felt distressed, but he understood that he needed strength and he supported him in working hard for his goals. At the start, Bai Zihao was clumsy. He couldn’t do anything, and often made mistakes. Kong Muhua would secretly follow and keep an eye on him. He would disguise himself and give him veiled hints. He would guard him whenever he was seriously injured or unconscious. Whenever he would lose confidence, he would encourage and lavish him with praise. He would string together compliments and urge him to move forward.
He managed to smoothly settle into that wounded heart. When Bai Zihao managed to cultivate to Nascent Soul, he bashfully confessed to Kong Muhua. He wished to date him with the intention of someday being Daoist companions. Kong Muhua swore that he was too excited at the time and he accidentally transformed into a tall and lofty male body in bed. Bai Zihao was a little dazed from having had too much to drink. He hadn’t been aware that the beauty on top of him had changed shape. He was quite cooperative. After being touched a few times, he softened his body and even let out low groans of feigned refusal but actual welcome. How could Kong Muhua possibly bear it? Coupled with his strong desire to win, to prove that yao’s were exceptionally gifted and far better than humans, he went at it with all he was worth. At first, Bai Zihao struggled from the pain but was held down firmly with the strength of the ancient great yao. Then, when he got used to it, he cried out more and more seductively. While saying no, he also twined himself tightly around him. When he was excited, he also took the initiative to say a lot of obscene dirty talk, admitting that he was a hundred times better in bed than his trash of an ex-husband. Kong Muhua happily played all night, eating and drinking his fill. He was extremely satisfied. The next day, Bai Zihao f*cked and ran. He turned hostile, saying that Kong Muhua had lied and deceived him, and that he was determined to break up. In all honesty, this peacock had already fanned his feathers and had even given him his tail feather! Where was the deception? Kong Muhua had never revealed his yao body, nor had he revealed his male body. His appearance and personality were that of a delicately pretty girl. We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts. Bai Zihao was used to treating him as a girl, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He didn’t expect that the person he liked was an exotic flower who didn’t like menswear and loved feminine attire. He forgot about the issue of this peacock fanning out its tail feathers. What was even more unexpected for Bai Zihao was that his body was still as sensitive and unrestrained as before. After the real situation was revealed in bed, he was shamed into anger and refused to have s*x with men anymore, let alone sink into the whirlpool of desire.
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The god will definitely be happy… Kong Muhua realized that he knew who the god-queen was. He happily clung to him and acted spoiled. He kicked up a fuss, wanting to go look for the god-queen. Bai Zihao noticed that this guy was being all noisy and on top of that, his hands were misbehaving, touching everywhere. He was even exuding an aura of wanting to proposition him. Bai Zihao looked at the garbage corpse lying next to him, and then at the dirty and disgusting cave. He immediately put on a cold expression, picked up this shameless golden peacock, and ruthlessly threw him into the snow. A cultivator was passing by and he saw the beautiful girl being ruthlessly thrown into the snowdrift by a man. She sat aggrievedly on the ground, crying and weeping, begging for his forgiveness. Her little figure looked more and more pitiful. As a result, Bai Xianzun’s list of slag man deeds were added to once again. … For no reason that Song Qingshi could make out, he sneezed twice. Foundation Building cultivators couldn’t easily get sick so he didn’t pay it much mind. He happily sorted out the samples. The small porcelain bottles in his mustard seed bag weren’t enough. Fortunately, Feng Jun brought a lot of transparent small bottles, putting out the fire burning his eyebrows. In Song Qingshi’s memory, the price of a bottle such as this was quite expensive because of its rarity. You needed to spend a lot of money to have them specially ordered. Song Jincheng laughed once again at his country bumpkin ways, saying that this kind of thing was found everywhere and wasn’t anything rare at all. At first, it was used by the Medicine King’s Valley to hold materials for experiments. Later, everyone found that it was also very useful for storing other things. And so, the Heaven Craft Pavilion studied how to have it mass produced. They then developed many other transparent containers. The price wasn’t expensive and any cultivator could afford it.
Song Qingshi was stunned. He continued to squat down. He took out his scalpel and dissected the first Foul Demon that he had caught. He then took out a notebook to make notes. This kind of monster has no blood and no meridians either. Their skeletal composition was different from that of humans. Some have exoskeletons similar to arthropod insects, and some have no bones, relying on soft tissues to operate. Most have mouthparts, and a few have faces close to human faces. But they had no expressions, and it looked terrifying. This was a mysterious creature that he has never seen before. Everything about it was worth researching. It was simply teasing this scientist’s sensitive spots. The more he dissected, the more excited he became. With a smile on his face, he quickly brandished his scalpel. The Foul Demon was torn into small pieces, and then handed to Feng Jun to store and label them into different categories. Song Qingshi was reluctant to destroy the remains. He wanted to find a coffin to put it in. He’ll then store it into his mustard seed bag and transport it away. The people in the inn looked at Song Qingshi’s corpse fragments and gagged. They had never seen such a strange person. They quietly moved a bit farther away from Song Qingshi’s scalpel… Song Jincheng had watched his senior brothers and sisters dissect general teachers, but even he couldn’t stand it. He admonished, “This thing often appears. There’s no need for you to treasure this corpse. It will disappear after a while.” “Disappear?” Song Qingshi was even more excited, “I’ll guard it so that I can watch it disappear with my own eyes!” Feng Jun knew about his obsession with research. He thought about his future life. There would be no kisses, no hugs. The two of them, reunited after a long time of separation, would be squatting in front of the coffin, staring at this ugly corpse every day, holding a notebook to record the changes. He liked Song Qingshi very much and was also very interested in studying this matter with him, but he should at least do research at the appropriate place… Song Qingshi happily took out some spirit stones and asked the innkeeper to buy him a coffin.
“Don’t worry,” Feng Jun finally stopped him and proposed a new plan. “There’s no research equipment here. Jincheng is also anxious to go to Heaven Martial Sect to see his friend. Once things are settled, you can go to the Medicine King’s Valley to find Yue Xiansheng. You can use the research room there. They’ve got everything there, not only can you precisely measure the weight, mass and temperature, you can also deep-freeze it, heat it up, or preserve its temperature. I heard that there are also tools for analyzing the materials of objects…” Song Qingshi felt more and more that the Medicine King’s Valley must be the happiest place on earth. He was moved by the research room Feng Jun described, and his heart was beating a little fast. Feng Jun continued to entice, “When the time comes, I’ll give you a few living specimens of these Foul Demons. I’ll put them in a cage for you to research.” Song Qingshi repeatedly agreed, “Okay.” Feng Jun was his little angel, gentle and caring. He has to quickly figure out those strange things in his memory that were bothering him. So long as he manages to confirm that these things wouldn’t cause any bad influence on Feng Jun, in this life, in the next life, in the life after that, he will never ever leave Feng Jun. Suddenly, Song Qingshi felt a slight vibration coming from underground. He felt a little uneasy. He looked around and found that everyone looked as usual. He asked in confusion, “Was there an earthquake?” The Luminous Dragon shook its head. Song Jincheng: “No.” Feng Jun smiled and said, “It was just your imagination.”
Song Qingshi scratched his head, feeling that he might have made a mistake. He put aside this topic and following everyone’s wishes, regretfully burned the body. He then went to examine the patients with minor injuries around him. However, he didn’t know why but… when the patients saw his expression, they were all were a little alarmed, as though they were seeing a murderer. Song Qingshi touched his face, suspecting that he looked too fierce. He wanted to ask the gentle and beautiful Feng Jun for help. However, Feng Jun, standing beside him, was in a daze and not paying attention to what was happening over on his side. Song Qingshi thought for a while, and just let it be. … In the endless abyss, under layers upon layers of seals, An Long slowly opened his eyes. Song Qingshi left, Yue Wuhuan disappeared, and he lost all his love and hatred. They Myriad Gu Sect was exterminated, the Western Forest was destroyed. He was on the entire world’s wanted list. Everyone reviled him. He had nowhere to go, he had no goal. He became even more muddleheaded and he simply drifted along. After Foul Demons appeared, the demon in his mind woke up. He gave up control and it took advantage of the defenses around his heart being too weak to input endless evil thoughts, constantly transforming his body. An Long’s power was getting stronger and stronger, but he has lost the appearance of a human being. He gradually changed from a half-demon to a full demon. He finally lost his reason, leaving only the desire to kill… While he still had some human consciousness, he asked help from Yue Wuhuan, who had been reborn as a god. He asked to be sealed in the endless abyss, letting his demon energy twist his body, finally turning into a black monster composed of huge limbs and fleshy pieces. He somewhat resembled a giant Dragon, but every part was hideous, bringing with it the breath of the horror of nightmares. He was entrenched on the rock wall. Heaving a large breath, he called out the guardian’s name, “Yue Wuhuan, are you here?”
In the dark, slowly walked out a man in red with a golden-winged mask on his face. He carried a luminous lamp and walked to his side. He raised his head, looked at the huge red vertical pupils, and said calmly, “I’m here.” When the god sealed An Long, he left an incarnation to guard the seal. However, An Long’s mental state was unstable. He would at times be sane, and at time be mad. When he was mad, he couldn’t recognize anyone. He could only recognize Yue Wuhuan. The god then donned on his most unbearable past and accompanied him to be sealed in this lightless abyss. An Long moved his huge body, dragging along countless chains, shattering this desperate darkness: “Wuhuan, I can feel he’s back.” “Wuhuan, have you found a way to completely kill me?” “Wuhuan, hurry up, otherwise it’ll be too late…” “…” This time, Yue Wuhuan was silent for a long time before giving him the same answer: “I will find a way to kill you.” “Don’t be afraid.”