After I Got Pregnant With The Hero’S Baby, I Ran Away With The Ball. Chapter 2

When Wei Lin woke up, he found that not only was he not dead, but he was being held in someone’s arms.

A cold breath hitched in Wei Lin’s throat when his gaze met those black eyes filled with mockery.

“Valley Master Wei is awake?”

The red-haired man’s lips curled into a frivolous smile. Wei Lin felt as if he had been electrocuted and struggled to leap out of his embrace.

The hand wrapped around his waist tightened slightly. He heard Duan Xi say, “Don’t move around. If you fall, I’ll have to save you again.”

Wei Lin froze at the words, suddenly realizing that the surrounding scenery was wrong. He looked around and saw that he was being held by Duan Xi, standing on a giant sword high above the ground. Below them was a sheer drop of ten thousand feet. If he fell, he would surely be smashed to pieces.

He silently stopped struggling, merely turning his head away, appearing as if he didn’t want to see Duan Xi. In reality, he just didn’t know how to face him.

He had been prepared to die by Duan Xi’s sword, yet Duan Xi chose to humiliate him instead, intending to capture him and make him his personal plaything.

He wanted to die and be done with it, but reality offered him no choice. In his current physical state, he couldn’t even hold a dagger steady, let alone commit suicide.

This feeling of having his fate controlled and toyed with by others was extremely irritating.

He didn’t realize that while he was lost in thought, Duan Xi had been observing his expression.

Although those golden pupils showed no change, in this world, besides Wei Lin himself, Duan Xi was probably the only one who understood him best.

Duan Xi sat down cross-legged, still holding him, and pinched his overly thin chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.

He asked with a half-smile, “What are you thinking about?”

Wei Lin frowned, a hint of discomfort flashing in his eyes. He averted his gaze, unwilling to answer.

Duan Xi hadn’t expected an answer anyway. He continued on his own, “If you are thinking about how to kill me, you should give up now. You couldn’t kill me at your peak, and now that your spiritual power is gone, it’s even more impossible.”

Wei Lin pursed his lips. Of course, he knew that, and besides, he hadn’t been thinking about killing Duan Xi.

His chin was pinched painfully, and he struggled uncomfortably to break free from the restraint.

A lingering coldness remained on his fingertips. Duan Xi withdrew his hand and unconsciously rubbed them together.

The rest of the journey passed in silence. Wei Lin didn’t want to communicate much with Duan Xi—that terrifying man who could see through the fact that he lacked the original host’s memories.

Perhaps because he hadn’t died initially, Wei Lin’s mindset had shifted. He vaguely felt that there was something very important he still needed to do, and he couldn’t die just yet.

In his previous life, he had no attachments and died after being framed, so he had no inherent desire to live. The fact that he now had such a strong will to survive was likely due to the residual influence of the original host’s consciousness.

As for what the original host wanted him to do? Wei Lin sighed inwardly. It seemed he would have to explore that slowly later.

Because Duan Xi was a half-demon, the Heaven Gate he founded was located at the border between the Human Realm and the Demon Realm. Like Duan Xi himself, Heaven Gate straddled the line between good and evil, willing to do anything as long as the benefits were sufficient.

The three paths of Immortals, Demons, and Fiends both loved and hated the Heaven Gate for its unconventional existence. The sprawling mountain range where Heaven Gate was situated was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and few dared to assault it lightly.

In contrast to Heaven Gate’s brazenness, Ghost Valley’s whereabouts were elusive. The world only knew of Ghost Valley but not its true face.

In the original novel, the real Ghost Valley was never found by Duan Xi until the original host’s death. The place he had just transmigrated into was merely a shield the villain had exposed to the outside world.

Thinking of this, Wei Lin suddenly felt something strange. No matter how ruthless the original host was, it was impossible for him to have no subordinates willing to follow him.

In the original text, after the original host suffered Cultivation Deviation, the vast valley was left with only him, not even a sweeping disciple remained. If his subordinates truly hated the original host, why wouldn’t they seize the opportunity to kill him while he was completely devoid of spiritual energy?

If everything was deliberately arranged by the original host, why did he ultimately die of spiritual exhaustion?

No matter how he thought about it, the original plot seemed full of holes, but Wei Lin had no memory of the original host and could only suppress all his doubts deep within his heart.

Duan Xi kept staring at Wei Lin’s lowered eyelashes, a flicker of light passing through the depths of his ink-black eyes.

The red giant sword carried the two of them through the mountain gate barrier and slowly stopped in front of the ancient and imposing entrance.

The words Heaven Gate were carved onto the stone tablet in bold, sweeping strokes. The calligraphy was arrogant and unrestrained, with every brushstroke exuding a sharp, domineering aggression—clearly the work of Duan Xi.

Several elders of Heaven Gate had been waiting here for a long time. When they saw the giant sword stop, they bowed in unison and saluted, “Welcome back, Gate Master.”

Duan Xi gave a faint hum and jumped off the giant sword, holding Wei Lin.

The elders straightened up in unison, only to realize that their Gate Master, who had always been indifferent to beauty, was holding a person—and a very handsome man at that.

“Who is this?”

One white-bearded elder spoke up, secretly wondering if the Gate Master hadn’t gone to suppress the Valley Master of Ghost Valley. Where did he abduct such a stunning beauty?

The other elders shared the same thought. Several substantive gazes fell on Wei Lin’s face, making him uncomfortable enough to turn his head away.

Duan Xi raised an eyebrow, ignoring the elders, but leaned down and whispered softly in Wei Lin’s ear, “If I told them you were the future Gate Master’s wife, what do you think their reaction would be?”

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Wei Lin nearly choked on his saliva. He coughed until his face was flushed red, his golden eyes watery. He glared fiercely at Duan Xi, but in Duan Xi’s eyes, it looked like a charming, petulant gaze.

“Are you insane?”

Was he transmigrated into a fanfiction novel? What exactly did this male lead want?

Duan Xi chuckled lightly, no longer teasing him.

The elders present were not ordinary people, and since the two were not using sound transmission, even if their voices were low, the elders were not deaf and naturally heard the four big words: Gate Master’s wife.

Duan Xi didn’t care what kind of shock he had caused the elders. He just said coldly, “Why are you still standing around? Don’t you have anything to do?”

With that, he strode into the mountain gate with the person in his arms, leaving behind a group of elders whose worldview had been shattered.

A streak of azure light flashed across the sky. The elders narrowed their eyes and looked over intently.

“Why are you all making those faces?”

Chu Jingyun had been left behind by his Gate Master. He finally rushed back in a panic, only to be met with several strange gazes.

Those pairs of ill-intentioned eyes made him take a step back, considering whether to slip away unnoticed.

The white-bearded elder clapped a hand on his shoulder, gripping tightly to prevent him from escaping. The others immediately surrounded him.

The white-bearded elder asked with a smile, “You’ve been following the Gate Master, so you must know a lot. What’s the deal with that great beauty?”

Chu Jingyun looked constipated, as if recalling something unpleasant. “Don’t ask. You won’t want to know.”

What could he say? Should he tell them that their Gate Master had forcibly abducted his mortal enemy, the Valley Master of Ghost Valley? If that got out, not only the Gate Master but the entire Heaven Gate would become the laughingstock of the cultivation world.

But the more he refused to speak, the more curious the others became. The elders pressed him, refusing to let him leave.

“Are you going to tell us or not?”

Chu Jingyun’s mouth twitched. “I won’t say anything.”

He was afraid the Gate Master would come back to silence him.

“It seems you are all very idle.”

A deep, magnetic voice came from all directions, carrying an indescribable sense of danger. Chu Jingyun and the elders subconsciously straightened their backs, not daring to breathe, like prisoners about to be sentenced to death.

“Since you are so idle, each of you can water the Demon Vine for a month.”

The owner of the voice showed no mercy. The elders looked miserable and meekly answered, “Yes.”

Wei Lin, who had been carried all the way into a courtyard, was not doing well. Perhaps he had caught a chill from the wind while flying earlier, as he felt waves of coldness in addition to the pain in his body.

After Duan Xi finished reprimanding his subordinates, he noticed that the person in his arms suddenly felt abnormally hot.

Looking down, he saw Wei Lin frowning, his golden pupils unfocused, and a sickly flush on his pale cheeks.

Cultivators rarely succumbed to common illnesses, so Duan Xi didn’t immediately realize he had caught a cold, assuming instead that the demonic energy in his body was surging again.

Wei Lin was burning up and disoriented. Perhaps because he was so uncomfortable, or perhaps because he was too cold, he clung tightly to Duan Xi’s chest, seeking a bit of warmth.

Duan Xi didn’t stop walking, keeping his eyes on him. When Wei Lin rubbed his head against him, a strange emotion flashed across his face.

Placing Wei Lin on the bed, Duan Xi stood by the bedside, arms crossed, slowly rubbing his fingertips together, looking down as if in thought.

After a long while, he lowered his hand and slowly rested it on the hilt of the red giant sword tied to his waist.

The person on the bed frowned uncomfortably, seemingly freezing cold, curling up into a ball.

It was a sleeping posture indicative of extreme insecurity.

His fingertips rubbed back and forth on the uneven patterns of the sword hilt, starting subtly and then speeding up. When he heard Wei Lin’s soft, feverish murmur from his slightly parted crimson lips, he suddenly stopped.

“I should have killed you.”

Yet, the self who should have seized the opportunity to kill Wei Lin, at the moment he learned of his Cultivation Deviation, had only one thought: to bring him back and save his life.

Wei Lin had too many enemies. If the news of his Cultivation Deviation spread, he, having lost all his spiritual power, would never survive at the hands of those enemies.

When he attacked Ghost Valley, he broke through with irresistible force, encountering no resistance. He had thought Wei Lin had been evacuated by his subordinates, but he never expected Wei Lin to be left alone in Ghost Valley.

Knowing that staying would lead to a dead end, how could his loyal subordinates have abandoned him alone?

Whether it was the former Wei Lin, who manipulated everything and was arrogant beyond measure, or the current Wei Lin, who was so fragile he was worse than a mortal child, he had never been able to see through him.

Duan Xi reached out to stroke the delirious man, whispering, “Wei Lin, what exactly are you trying to do?”