I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 75

Let’s look at the past tonight

Qiu Yin’an remembered that before he fell into coma, he heard Bai Chengying say that Yao Ye was taken away by a witch cultivator.

Wan Qiongju knew how to force himself to calm down. There were two people in the world who he missed the most, one was Wan Qiongju in front of him, and the other was Yao Ye who had grown up with him since childhood.

So these days, Qiu Yin’an suppressed his anger and allowed Wan Qiongju to adjust his breathing. He drank the medicine he fed to him and ate the food he fed him without making any resistance. But so far, Wan Qiongju has not let him see Yao Ye.

At noon that day, Wan Qiongju was feeding porridge to Qiu Yin’an. Unusually, only half of the porridge in the bowl was left. This was the day he had eaten the most since Qiu Yin’an woke up.

Seeing Qiu Yin’an’s complexion gradually improving, Wan Qiongju’s brows were filled with joy. He gently blew the warm porridge in the spoon to cool down, and handed it to Qiu Yin’an’s lips. His soft voice was mixed with uncontrollable joy, “Master, the feeding was good today. Come, take another bite.”

Qiu Yin’an’s eyes were empty, as if he was forced to complete an errand that he had to do. He opened his mouth numbly and swallowed the spoonful of porridge, “You asked me to take medicine and drink porridge, and I did it, so when can you let me see Yao Ye?”

The joy on Wan Qiongju’s face paused for a moment, but that pause soon turned into a patient and gentle explanation, “It’s not that I won’t let you see me, it’s just that you are weak and need to rest. I’m afraid that if he comes, he will disturb you.”

“Do you know who bothers me the most?” Qiu Yin’an looked at Wan Qiongju with cold eyes, “It’s you.”

Wan Qiongju’s fingers holding the spoon paused, and a trace of disappointment flashed on his face.

Qiu Yin’an did not give up. He continued: “When I saw you, my heart couldn’t be at peace. All I could think about was that you were tricking me into cultivating with you, humiliating me for your own amusement, and finally sucking my spiritual power to help you practice. You really took advantage of me and were extremely shameless.”

All Qiu Yin’an’s anger surged up with his curses. He could no longer suppress it, and his chest heaved violently, “Wan Qiongju, what were you thinking about at that time? Are you thinking about how the descendants of the Qiu family could be so stupid, to be conquered by you so easily, and even let you abuse them in bed in a different way? No matter what deep hatred you have for the Qiu family, you can calm down.”

“I never used you, I just loved you.” Wan Qiongju hurriedly placed the porridge bowl and spoon on the wooden table beside the bed. He frowned, not knowing how to explain to Qiu Yin’an to believe him.

The method of dual cultivation is for two equally matched people to blend physically and mentally, communicate spiritually and spiritually, achieve each other, and rise to a higher level together.

Back then, Qiu Yin’an’s cultivation was profound, while Wan Qiongju’s cultivation was shallow. There was a huge disparity in strength between the two. The so-called dual cultivation had long since deviated from the original method of dual cultivation. Wan Qiongju’s improvement was completely dependent on Qiu Yin’an’s nourishment, which was similar to sacrifice. Such dual cultivation would not be an exaggeration to say that it was an evil cultivation.

At that time, the two people’s dual cultivation method looked like a deliberate calculation in the eyes of others. They suspected that Wan Qiongju was using Qiu Yin’an to have deep feelings for him and wanted to take a shortcut to reach the sky in one step.

Now that Wan Qiongju’s identity has been exposed, this suspicion is like conclusive evidence. It will be difficult for anyone to attribute everything that happened back then to love.

Only Wan Qiongju in this world knows that those lingering feelings and heartbeats have never been related to exploitation.

It was out of unadulterated love for Qiu Yin’an, it was the obsession after experiencing the joy of death for the first time, it was the ignorance of youth and the greed without any sense of proportion and control, but there was absolutely no calculation at all.

Wan Qiongju took Qiu Yin’an’s hand and held it tightly, as if he had exerted just a little more strength, the sincerity could be transmitted along the palm of his hand into Qiu Yin’an’s heart, “I swear, every time we are close, it is because I love you in my heart, and I will never have any intention of taking advantage of you. Otherwise, I will no longer be able to enjoy the joy of sleeping with you in the future.”

“We have no future, let alone anything else.” Qiu Yin’an shook off Wan Qiongju’s hand and clenched it into a fist. He stabbed himself hard with his nails, trying to stop himself from crying, but his eyes became sore and swollen uncontrollably, and the tears did not obey him and fell crackling down.

“I want to see Yao Ye, will you let me or not?” Tears rolled down the corners of Qiu Yin’an’s slightly trembling lips, “If you don’t let me, I will go find it myself.”

“I didn’t refuse.” Wan Qiongju felt distressed seeing Qiu Yin’an like this, but was helpless because it seemed that he couldn’t wipe away the tears in the corners of Qiu Yin’an’s eyes.

“Master, can we go back to the past?” Even though he knew it was impossible, Wan Qiongju still asked without giving up, just like knowing that he could not wipe away the tears in the corners of Qiu Yin’an’s eyes, he still raised his hand to wipe them away.

“Why are you pretending to ask me this? Now I have lost all my spiritual power and have not recovered from a serious illness. I am imprisoned here by you and can’t go anywhere. You don’t let me see the people I want to see. So what if I say I can’t?”

Qiu Yin’an’s angry voice was filled with brokenness. He opened his tear-soaked eyes and asked, “If I ask you to leave, will you leave?”

Wan Qiongju’s heart tightened because of Qiu Yin’an’s questioning. He loved Qiu Yin’an and was willing to do anything for Qiu Yin’an, but he couldn’t do what Qiu Yin’an said.

“I will never be separated from you. This is Xishan Palace, your home, not a place where you are imprisoned.”

Wan Qiongju looked at Qiu Yin’an’s gaze on him. It was an extremely distant and uneasy gaze that he had never seen before.

Wan Qiongju continued to explain: “I never want to restrict your freedom. I just want you to do whatever you want, and I will accompany you to do whatever you want.”

“Accompany me? Are you looking at me or staying with me?” Qiu Yin’an smiled hoarsely and sadly: “I don’t love you anymore, you can’t deceive me anymore.”

Qiu Yin’an’s face became sharp and cold, and he said solemnly: “You are not Wan Qiongju, you are the Great Witch Lord. We didn’t have the past before, so how can we go back to the past?”

Wan Qiongju came over and hugged Qiu Yin’an, holding him tightly in his arms, but no matter how tight he held him, he always felt that his heart was empty. He was here now, but it couldn’t fill his heart.

“You don’t love me anymore?” Wan Qiongju’s voice was choked with sobs. Qiu Yin’an didn’t answer or struggle.

“Don’t stop loving me, I can’t bear it.”

Qiu Yin’an remained silent, and Wan Qiongju’s doubts turned into pleading. He held Qiu Yin’an’s face and looked at him in the most humble manner, but in the end he received no response.

After a long silence, neither of them spoke anymore. Wan Qiongju seemed to feel that no matter how gentle or pleading he was, it would be useless. He had lost the Qiu Yin’an who loved him dearly, forever.

“It doesn’t matter, you don’t love me anymore, and I will ask you to fall in love with me again.” Wan Qiongju comforted herself, “If you can love me once, you can love me a second time.”

Qiu Yin’an was too angry and his emotions became numb. He was like a bystander, watching Wan Qiongju come out of the heart-rending pain, and then comforted himself until he could face it all calmly.

Wan Qiongju breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and then said: “If you want to see Yao Ye, you can meet me today.”

Hearing this, ripples appeared on Qiu Yin’an’s stagnant face. He was a little unbelievable, and then confirmed: “You really let me see you? Just today?”

“Well, just for today.” Wan Qiongju nodded, and all the emotions were buried deep in his heart with that sigh. He raised his hand and brushed Qiu Yin’an’s still pale cheek with his fingertips, “You look much better now than you did a few days ago. Let me tie your hair and change your clothes.”