CH 22.4

Nan Yaoquan watched the two of them, his brows furrowing, and his face showing impatience as he launched an attack.

The two men resumed their fight.

Moonlight fell on Shen Liuxiang’s body as he thought about how to escape. Inadvertently, he noticed an extra shadow on the ground, and someone grabbed his waist from behind and hugged him tightly.

A soft voice whispered in his ear, “Baiche, I finally caught you.”

Both of them, who were fighting just now, stopped and looked over. Their faces darkened.

“Huajian.”

“Three Demons King.”

Shen Liuxiang’s eyes widened, and he stiffly turned his neck to meet a pair of charming peach blossom eyes. His scalp went numb.

He was done for.

It was the male fox!

Huajian smiled mischievously at him and then stepped back, taking Shen Liuxiang with him as they disappeared from the spot.

…

Su Baiche waited for Ling Ye to leave the sect and quickly chased after him.

With Tong Xi’s guidance, he was about to catch up, but then he heard that Ye Bingran had arrived and changed his location. His expression turned grim. “Why did Ye Bingran save him?”

“I don’t know,” Tong Xi could only provide a rough idea, “Nan Yaoquan caught up with them, and now… the Three Demons King has arrived!”

Su Baiche exclaimed, “Huajian?!”

He was startled and slowed down his footsteps. That name brought back some unpleasant memories.

From the first time they met, Huajian inexplicably targeted him, abducting him onto his artifact, the Demon Boat. He used a special whip to whip him until his whole body went weak and sore. Not to mention, Huajian kept calling him “Che Che,” which made him feel nauseous.

If he hadn’t been rescued at that time, Huajian would have succeeded.

He still vividly remembered the eerie gaze of those peach blossom eyes before they left. “Next time, I’ll make you beg me to f*ck you.”

Su Baiche shuddered and barely suppressed his fear. “…I’d better go back to Qingling.”

Tongxi said, “He captured Shen Liuxiang and took him back to the Demon Boat.”

Su Baiche’s body trembled, and he couldn’t help but applaud silently.

…

The moonlight dimmed.

A flatboat silently floated on the lake’s surface. Suddenly, the boat flickered and disappeared into thin air.

Contrary to its plain appearance, the interior of the boat was magnificent, resembling a palace, with extravagant furnishings and a pervasive, intoxicating fragrance. Just a whiff of it made one feel as if they had stepped into a dream, deeply immersed within it.

Huajian pushed the captive onto a large bed, letting the beauty sink into the soft and smooth bedding.

He couldn’t wait to bully him and eagerly leaned in, warm fingers caressing “Su Baiche’s” chin, gently touching it, while whispering seductive words.

“Che Che, these spices were prepared specifically for you. Be good, wait a little longer. After all, it’s your first time, and I have to be gentle, right?”

After a short while, Huajian looked at the beautiful figure on the bed. The fair cheeks began to flush, and the body couldn’t help but tremble. It was clear that “Su Baiche” had succumbed to desire, and Huajian couldn’t hold back either.

He quickly untied the person’s clothes, preparing for the next step.

But a pale, jade-like hand stopped him.

“Wait…”

The person on the bed opened their misty eyes, their voice trembling, “I’m afraid it’ll hurt. Can you give me a pain-relieving spiritual pill?”

Huajian always had more patience for beauties, especially when the beauty had already yielded and was even preparing for pleasure.

With such initiative, it greatly pleased him.

“Che Che, you know I’ll agree to anything you say.”

Shen Liuxiang felt a shiver run down his spine and smiled shyly on the surface, pulling out a small black pouch from his waist, “I don’t have the strength. Can you help me open it?”

Huajian couldn’t stand it when a beauty’s hands and feet were weak. Seeing this, his eyes turned red, and he just wanted to quickly find the spiritual pill and get it over with.

He untied the string of the Star Flower pouch. “Baiche, I’ll be gentle…”

“Screw your gentleness!”

Shen Liuxiang chanted a spell and kicked Huajian off the bed.

Caught off guard, Huajian fell to the ground, but before he could react, his vision darkened, and a thunderous roar echoed in his mind. It felt as if all the spiritual energy in his body had disappeared in an instant.

With a black cloth bag over his head, he struggled to get up, but was kicked back to the ground.

Shen Liuxiang pressed him down, delivering a series of punches and kicks.

The Demon Boat resounded with continuous wailing.

After beating him for half an incense stick’s worth of time, the person lying on the ground gradually stopped moving. Shen Liuxiang gasped for breath and sat down exhaustedly. After observing for a while, he couldn’t contain his anger and kicked Huajian again.

“Huajian, do you want me to go easier on you?”

Fortunately, Shen Liuxiang knew about Huajian’s methods towards Su Baiche. At the moment he stepped onto the Demon Boat, he bit his tongue to seal his sense of smell, preventing the aphrodisiac from infiltrating his mind.

Huajian indeed had profound cultivation. Even with the Star Flower pouch over his head, he didn’t immediately lose consciousness. He managed to hold on for quite some time.

Shen Liuxiang didn’t dare to be complacent. He got up, fastened his clothes, looked around, and found a long whip on one wall. He used it to bind Huajian’s hands and feet.

This whip was one of Huajian’s proud treasures, a high-grade artifact capable of instantly paralyzing the limbs of even high-level cultivators upon contact with the whip’s body.

Unfortunately, it fell into Huajian’s hands and was reduced to being used in the bedroom.

Shen Liuxiang removed the Star Flower pouch, and a face with a sinister aura came into view.

A tall nose, shallow and moist lips, and a blooming flower pattern at the center of the brows. The peach blossom eyes were quietly closed, lacking a bit of vitality.

The Three Demons King, Huajian.

In the original story, whenever he appeared, he was either luring Su Baiche on the road or already preparing to pounce on him in bed.

He had devoted his life to making Su Baiche his person, but he was a unique aspiring character who had always tried but never succeeded.

The Demon Boat was Huajian’s life treasure, but due to his Foundation Building cultivation, he couldn’t leave the boat. He could only wait for the person to wake up and make him release him.

After about half an hour, the person on the ground moved.

Huajian opened his eyes, his face covered in gloom. “You’re not Su Baiche.”

“Let me leave the Demon Boat.”

“Your artifact is indeed powerful.”

Shen Liuxiang squatted down and rubbed his wrist. “I said, let me leave the Demon Boat.”

Huajian ignored him, his gaze shifting as he stared at the face in close proximity. “I’m curious. What did you originally look like? If you weren’t ugly, maybe I’d accept you. I’ve seen enough of obedient people. Occasionally, I want to try someone spicy like you.”

Shen Liuxiang’s lips twitched, and he extended three slender fingers.

“Three times, I won’t be polite if you don’t open the demon boat.”

“Don’t you know that this king’s skin is rough and fleshy, and ordinary spells can’t hurt in the slightest,”

Huajian spoke without fear, and the corners of his lips curled slightly with a hint of flirtation, “Why don’t you be good and squeeze me dry on the bed.”

Shen Liuxiang counted down to himself.

“Three… Two… One—”

As his countdown ended, his index finger moved toward Huajian’s forehead.

Huajian’s expression suddenly changed.

His forehead… was his vital point!!!

If someone pressed down on his vital point while casting a spell, no matter how low-level the spell was, it could hit him. It would be effortless to kill him.

Shen Liuxiang held down the struggling Huajian and pressed his fingertip against the flower pattern on his forehead. He quietly chanted an incantation.

Huajian’s figure stiffened.

The inside of the Demon Boat fell into silence for a moment, and the next instant, thunderous laughter echoed throughout the place.

“Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!”

Shen Liuxiang looked at Huajian rolling on the ground and coldly spoke, “If you don’t release me, I’ll make you laugh yourself to death.”

“Hahahaha!”

Huajian was on the verge of madness, struggling to suppress his laughter while feeling a mixture of emotions. This cultivator… he actually forced him like this… His demonic core was something everyone in the world coveted, and yet he didn’t seem to have any intention of killing him to seize it.

The flat boat reappeared on the lake’s surface.

At the same time, several streaks of light descended from the sky.

Shen Liuxiang’s figure flickered, and he appeared on the lakeshore. Raising his eyes, he saw three figures.

Chasing after him were Nan Yaoquan, Ye Bingran, and Ling Ye, who had finally found him.

The atmosphere turned tense.

After a moment of contemplation, Shen Liuxiang slightly shifted his steps towards Ling Ye.

Nanyaoquan said in a deep voice, “Only I can dispel the Binding Spirit Technique.”

In other words, if he wanted to restore his cultivation, sooner or later, he would have to ask Nan Yaoquan for help. So, why not go to him obediently now?

Ling Ye smiled calmly, “Junior Brother, just come over here. Ninety percent of the spells on him originated from your father, so they don’t pose a threat to you.”

As he spoke, Ling Ye broke Nan Yaoquan’s disguise technique with a hand gesture. Shen Liuxiang touched his face and no longer hesitated as he walked towards Ling Ye.

Nan Yaoquan’s face darkened, and he suddenly made a move to capture Shen Liuxiang. But Ling Ye calmly stopped him, and a fierce clash of spiritual energy erupted between the two, causing the ground to split open.

Shen Liuxiang was hit by the raging spiritual power and stumbled backward, almost falling into the lake.

Ye Bingran quickly grabbed his wrist and said, “Master Ling instructed me to take you away first.”

As soon as Ye Bingran finished speaking, Huajian suddenly appeared on the boat and headed straight for Shen Liuxiang. “What a lively scene, count me in!”

Ye Bingran furrowed his brows and pushed Shen Liuxiang away before engaging in combat with Huajian.

Chaos broke out all around.

Shen Liuxiang was left dumbfounded.

As he regained his senses, he noticed that no one cared about him. He turned around and tried to run, but Nan Yaoquan managed to use his magic, anchoring him in place.

At the same time, Huajian’s lips curled into a smile. “Fighting won’t solve anything. Why not let him choose for himself?”

He gestured, and a spell was cast towards Shen Liuxiang. “This is my own creation. It can reveal who he’s closest to, who he’s willing to stick with, and who he likes to be with.”

Shen Liuxiang’s eyes widened, unable to move.

In his field of vision, a mysterious light flashed, and then he was pulled into someone’s embrace. Their figures rotated on the ground and barely stopped.

The hem of their clothes fluttered in the wind, creating ripples in the air.

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded in Shen Liuxiang’s ear, “Master, I’m here late.”

Shen Liuxiang’s pupils trembled. “What are you doing here…?”

Isn’t this suicidal for someone with Golden Core cultivation?

“Awuu~”

Suddenly, a huge celestial dog leaped out of the dark clouds, grabbing the two people on the ground and flapping its wings, enough to block out the sun. In the blink of an eye, they flew thousands of miles away.

Boom!

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Ao Yue couldn’t hold on any longer and landed in a dense forest.

Thud!

He transformed back into a little puppy and tumbled on the ground, his soft gray fur covered in muddy rainwater.

Shen Liuxiang bent down and picked him up, looking around before walking to a massive ancient tree. He carefully placed Ao Yue on a stone, saying, ‘”You’ve worked hard, thank you.”

Ao Yue glanced at Zhou Xuanlan and let out a soft “ao wu.”

“Master,” Zhou Xuanlan called out in a low and deep voice.

Shen Liuxiang turned around, only to be pressed against the tree by Zhou Xuanlan.

In the dim forest, the light fell on Zhou Xuanlan’s face, making his eyes look terrifyingly dark while a faint smile played on his lips. He called out softly again, “Master.”

Shen Liuxiang felt that something was off, before remembering the spell that Huajian attempted to use on him just now. His expression changed, “Zhou Xuan…huh?!”, before he could say anything, Zhou Xuanlan lowered his head and sealed his slightly parted lips.

Shen Liuxiang’s breath hitched, and he immediately struggled fiercely.

Zhou Xuanlan’s eyes darkened, and he firmly held the back of Shen Liuxiang’s head, exerting more force to pin him against the hard tree trunk, completely locking him in his embrace.

Amid the restlessness of their lips, Zhou Xuanlan’s eyelids drooped.

In his sight, Shen Liuxiang’s lips were teased until they appeared gorgeously red, as if about to bleed. His eyes became deeper and more profound, as he held the person even more recklessly and unscrupulously:…,,,

T/N: Bro I feel like I translated a whole saga, this whole chapter was 7000+ words… anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!