After Escaping From Death, He Went Even Crazier By Criticizing Black Lotus Chapter 38
byChapter 38: The Fool Awakens
Hua Wuyou turned around, as if sensing something, and his gaze met Su Huan’s.
In that instant, the peacock feathers fluttered in the wind, and the phantom image completely dissipated.
Su Huan was momentarily stunned. Nangong Yi, Yue Jiusi, Su Chao, and Hua Wuyou had all appeared… Could it be that the people in that illusion were all real?
Thinking of this, Su Huan’s heart churned. He recalled the Immortal Sect Assembly that had resulted in heavy casualties among the disciples.
Perhaps it would happen again in the future…
Suddenly, Su Huan felt a dense tingling sensation on his lips and couldn’t help but glare at the culprit biting him.
The spiritual power in his body had stopped circulating. He tried to push the person away but couldn’t. Instead, his lips were pried open, and the person invaded directly.
The fool, relying on instinct, knocked his teeth against Su Huan’s tongue several times, making Su Huan taste blood.
More than that, however, was the other party’s moist, scalding, hot, and suffocating breath, carrying recklessness and joy, leaving traces wantonly in his mouth, intimately intertwined.
Su Huan was forced to accept everything the other party gave. His dark lashes trembled slightly, and suddenly, the memory of those black eyes looking at him by the gurgling stream that day surged into his mind.
Bright as the Milky Way, clear and sincere.
Su Huan suddenly bit down hard.
The fool finally cried out in pain and retreated, pushed away abruptly by Su Huan. His eyes were teary and hazy with pain, and his dark pupils looked at Su Huan with confusion, grievance, and sadness.
Su Huan turned his head away and whispered a barely audible sentence: “The one you love is Ji Buhuan, but I…” am not him.
Xiao Jianming didn’t know if he heard it, and even if he did, he wouldn’t understand. He just stared tearfully at Su Huan’s rosy, moist lips, calling out like a spoiled child, “Buhuan Gege…”
Su Huan didn’t look at him, but his hand involuntarily touched his chest, and he started to panic again.
Xiao Jianming didn’t get a response. He reached out and grabbed Su Huan’s sleeve, his dark eyes fixed on him, and started calling again, “Buhuan Gege…”
Su Huan suddenly turned back and glared furiously, then deflated.
How could this fool be so endearing?
Suddenly, the surrounding vegetation began to gradually wither and yellow.
Su Huan noticed it out of the corner of his eye, and his heart tightened. A familiar voice with a slightly strange tone suddenly came from behind him—
“So fragrant.”
Turning around in surprise, a demonic cultivator stood beneath the tree.
His appearance was beautiful, and a fiery long whip was tucked into his waist.
Yin Rong!
Xiao Jianming seemed to sense danger. With tears still clinging to his lashes, he was the first to become fierce toward the demonic cultivator.
Yin Rong lightly twitched his nose like a puppy, as if he had found the source of the pleasant scent. His eyes inadvertently met Su Huan’s, and they immediately lit up, as if he had seen something novel and beautiful:
“I didn’t expect that while healing here, I would stumble upon such a prize.”
He then uttered the exact same words as in the illusion: “Although all Immortal Sect disciples should be killed, the scent on your body is very clean and fragrant, so pleasant that I can’t bear to kill you.”
“As for the person next to you,” Yin Rong looked at Xiao Jianming with hatred. He intended to avenge the sword strike that hit his Great White that day.
He sneered, “If you kill him, I might consider letting you go.”
Yin Rong was actually lying. The scent on this person was utterly captivating to a demon. He naturally intended to capture him and take him back.
He was so good-looking, and the pleasant scent on his body could also alleviate his headache… He might as well make him his favored concubine then.
That way, he could keep him by his side every day, and he wouldn’t have to endure the pain anymore.
Yin Rong’s eyes shone brightly, and he licked his upper palate with his tongue.
Su Huan looked at him warily.
“What? You can’t bear to kill him?” Yin Rong tapped his palm lightly with the fiery long whip, smiling. “Your spiritual aura is so weak, not even comparable to Foundation Establishment. You can’t defeat me.”
He had seen the two of them kissing just now.
But so what?
He had never failed to obtain what he desired.
Moreover, the relationship between a beauty and this hateful human cultivator might not be that deep.
Su Huan summoned the Haoxue Sword and shielded Xiao Jianming behind him. A drop of cold sweat involuntarily fell from his forehead.
Seeing his action, the smile on Yin Rong’s lips paused slightly: “You insist on protecting him?”
Su Huan remained silent, pointing the sword tip forward.
Xiao Jianming also bared his teeth fiercely at Yin Rong from behind.
Yin Rong’s expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he lashed out with his long whip.
Su Huan dodged sideways, and the long sword in his hand thrust out, pointing directly at the demonic cultivator’s glabella.
Yin Rong was startled and quickly retreated.
This sword strike, if not intentional, didn’t seem accidental either. It pointed directly at his vital point. But only a cultivator knew their own vital point. The more Yin Rong thought about it, the more surprised he became: “How do you know my weak spot…”
During this moment of hesitation, Su Huan grabbed the hateful human cultivator and decisively ignited a spirit talisman.
It was a Thousand Mile Teleportation Talisman!
Yin Rong gritted his teeth, but could only watch helplessly as the figures vanished before him.
…
In the Dense Forest, a white light appeared in the void, revealing two figures.
One of them couldn’t stand steadily upon landing, and his body swayed, about to fall.
Xiao Jianming was frightened and hugged Su Huan, crying out, “Buhuan Gege!”
Su Huan’s face was pale, and he was sweating profusely. A tearing pain surged from his dantian.
He struggled to get up and instructed Xiao Jianming: “The Thousand Mile Teleportation Talisman can’t send us very far. He will catch up soon. Hurry and leave, go back and notify everyone…”
Xiao Jianming didn’t understand. He only knew to wipe the cold sweat from Su Huan’s forehead, crying out in distress, “Buhuan Gege…”
Su Huan endured the pain, looking at Xiao Jianming’s strange yet childlike black eyes, and smiled helplessly.
Forget it, why was he saying this to a fool?
He couldn’t help but murmur, “If only you were awake now…”
Before he finished speaking, he stopped.
He glanced at the emerald communication token on his waist and quickly channeled spiritual power into it to contact Feng Jiangyue.
Feng Jiangyue’s worried voice came from inside the token: “Fourth Junior Brother, what happened? Is that person surnamed Xiao bullying you?”
Su Huan hurriedly said, “Third Senior Sister, quickly tell the Sect Master Uncle that Yin Rong, the son of the Demon Lord, has appeared in Huayao Continent—ugh…”
A more intense pain came from his dantian, making it difficult for Su Huan to speak.
The spiritual power input into the communication token was intermittent and flickering. Feng Jiangyue’s voice also became choppy: “What?! You… demonic cultivator? Where are you… I’ll go find…”
Su Huan understood. He struggled to maintain the spiritual power input, gritting his teeth and saying, “Senior Sister, we don’t know where we are, only that for ten thousand miles around, it’s all desolate mountains…”
Feng Jiangyue was astonished: “Ten thousand miles of desolate mountains? That’s the northern part of Huayao… How did you get… there?”
Seeing that she knew the location, Su Huan cut off the communication token and couldn’t help but groan aloud.
Xiao Jianming saw him trembling in pain and was on the verge of tears. Su Huan was so pained that he couldn’t help but hit his head against Xiao Jianming: “It’s all your fault…”
But he couldn’t exert much strength.
After a moment of relief, Su Huan leaned on Xiao Jianming’s arm to stand up: “Let’s go quickly.”
The Haoxue Sword flew up again. Su Huan still sat in front, and Xiao Jianming channeled spiritual power into the sword.
However, they didn’t know what Yin Rong had done to them. In less than fifteen minutes, he rode his tiger and caught up.
“As long as Great White remembers the scent, it can find it no matter how far.”
Yin Rong looked at the two people close at hand, raised his chin with a contemptuous smile, flew straight up, and lashed out with a long whip!
Su Huan was horrified and quickly pulled Xiao Jianming, jumping off the sword. The two tumbled over the grass, looking utterly disheveled.
Su Huan imitated his illusory self, using the Garan Secret Art, holding the Haoxue Sword, and bravely attacked.
Before he could get close, he was swept away by a whip, and his immortal sword flew out of his hand.
Su Huan was shocked.
He couldn’t help but regret his previous laziness.
He remembered the moves and formations from the illusion, but he could only unleash less than one-tenth of the power. If he had even half the strength of his illusory self now, he wouldn’t be in such a sorry state.
Another fiery whip lashed out. Su Huan reacted too slowly. Just as it was about to hit him, someone suddenly blocked the attack for him—
Xiao Jianming knelt before him, tightly shielding him in his arms, his voice trembling with pain: “Buhuan Gege… don’t be afraid…”
The Haoxue Sword lying in the grass suddenly moved, stabbing straight toward Yin Rong!
Unfortunately, the attack was disorganized and was quickly struck down by Yin Rong.
Suffering a backlash from controlling the sword with his spiritual sense, Xiao Jianming suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He frowned and pressed against Su Huan’s neck, mumbling, “Buhuan Gege… no pain…”
Su Huan’s eyes were dazed. He subconsciously embraced him, but felt a hand full of blood on his back, and the breath on his shoulder and neck became weak. His eyes widened.
Yin Rong snorted a laugh, retracted the long whip in his hand, and leaned arrogantly on the large white tiger: “What I fancy will eventually fall into my hands. The person I want to kill…”
His gaze swept over the bloody Xiao Jianming, his eyes turning cold, and he slowly uttered a few words: “…will also be killed.”
The white tiger beside him let out a low growl in agreement. Its eyes burst with hatred, staring fiercely at the human cultivator who had injured it previously, wishing it could go up and devour him.
It and its master often did this, and the ending was always the tiger eating the enemy.
Sure enough, not long after, the master called out: “Great White, go up and drag the human cultivator who injured you aside and eat him, to quell the hatred in both our hearts.”
The white tiger immediately let out a low roar and suddenly leaped forward, opening its bloody maw, but it ended up biting a mouthful of spirit talismans. It only let out a painful whine from the explosion, but no flesh or blood was blown out.
Su Huan was astonished, looking at this bronze-walled, iron-clad demonic beast. He immediately gritted his teeth, throwing whatever talismans and artifacts he could grab from his storage bag, forcing the giant tiger to retreat.
Fortunately, the artifacts given by Senior Sister Feng were of good quality, making it difficult for Yin Rong to approach them for a while.
Yin Rong was slightly annoyed and sneered: “It’s just a futile struggle.”
A powerful pressure suddenly erupted from his body, shaking Su Huan, who suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yin Rong was actually at the Soul Transformation stage!
Xiao Jianming spat out another mouthful of blood. Su Huan continuously coughed up blood, his face growing paler.
Yin Rong curled his lips and walked over, intending to separate the two and claim his spoils. However, he found that the hateful human cultivator was holding his beauty tightly, and his expression instantly darkened.
Su Huan saw him pick up the Haoxue Sword, and his pupils constricted sharply.
Yin Rong wanted to kill Xiao Jianming!
Su Huan struggled violently, but was suppressed and unable to move. He gritted his teeth and said, “Let him go, and I’ll go with you…”
Yin Rong snorted coldly, clearly refusing.
Su Huan’s lips trembled, and his eyes couldn’t help but turn red: “Xiao Jianming, wake up… wake up quickly!”
Pfft—
The snow-white long sword plunged into a body, piercing the chest.
The breath near his neck suddenly ceased.
Su Huan stared blankly, unable to believe that the novel’s protagonist would die so easily.
The blood-stained sword tip lifted his chin. Yin Rong’s scrutinizing gaze swept over the pale face. It truly satisfied him in every way.
He smiled wildly and unrestrainedly: “Now, you are mine.”
“…In your dreams.”
Su Huan’s eyes widened. He seemed to vaguely hear Xiao Jianming’s voice.
And it sounded like he wasn’t a fool anymore?
Yin Rong heard it too and was momentarily stunned: “How is this possible…”
He had clearly killed the person!
The Haoxue Sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently, abruptly breaking free from his grip and stabbing back at him!
Yin Rong hurriedly avoided it, but was too slow and was scratched on the neck. Blood droplets splashed onto the ground, staining the dirt black and emitting demonic energy.
The person who should have been dead slowly stood up, looking at the demonic cultivator before him with sinister eyes: “Seeking death!”
A spiritual sword appeared in Xiao Jianming’s hand. His aura suddenly surged, and he attacked Yin Rong at high speed!
Yin Rong was no match. He glanced unwillingly at the beauty shielded behind the man, then turned and fled on his tiger.
…The wind quieted.
Su Huan stared blankly at the person holding the sword before him.
It wasn’t until Xiao Jianming walked up to him and wiped the wetness from the corner of his eye with his thumb that Su Huan realized he had been crying.