Ch117 - Debauchery

Qifu Yin looked like he wanted to gouge out Su Hansheng’s eyes right then.

Su Hansheng, completely at ease, stepped forward without fear of being bitten. He narrowed his eyes and formed a talisman to probe the state of Qifu Zhao’s body.

Soon, he found that Qifu Zhao’s soul was unharmed, just temporarily asleep.

Su Hansheng breathed a sigh of relief, touching the talisman on his finger as he considered how to expel Qifu Yin from Qifu Zhao’s body.

Talismans wouldn’t work.

Qifu Yin was the sacred object Lanke Record. Any talisman was practically useless against him.

Qifu Yin was fed up. He didn’t want to deal with the brat and coldly said to Gong Handan, “Our deal is done. Now save me.”

Gong Handan acted as if she hadn’t heard, calmly sitting on a nearby chair and sipping cold tea through a straw.

Qifu Yin: “…”

Prompted by him, Su Hansheng’s eyes lit up. He turned to Gong Handan. “Sister, can you help me extract his soul?”

Qifu Yin sneered in his heart.

The Silver-Carved Lamp wouldn’t help a little brat…

Before he could finish, Gong Handan bit her straw and nodded lightly. “Yes.”

Qifu Yin: “?”

Qifu Yin was using Qifu Zhao’s Fulí clan bloodline to nurture his soul. If Gong Handan extracted him, he’d likely be destroyed.

He roared in rage. “Su Xiaoxiao, dare you?!”

Su Hansheng asked innocently, “Uncle, why are you being so polite? Three years ago, you dug out your nephew’s eyes without blinking. What’s wrong with me extracting your soul? This is called ‘uncle’s kindness, nephew’s filial piety.’ All thanks to your good teaching!”

Qifu Yin: “…”

What kind of twisted logic was this?!

Gong Handan put down her cold tea cup and stepped forward, as if she really intended to extract Qifu Yin’s soul.

Qifu Yin, furious, tilted his head back and struggled to rub the talisman on his finger.

At that moment, a gentle voice sounded at the alley entrance. “Xiaoxiao.”

Su Hansheng immediately turned back to his obedient self and looked around.

“What are you doing here? I told you to wait at the Long Night Tower.”

Chongjue stood under the lantern at the alley entrance, the candlelight spilling onto his green robe, making him look even more gentle and refined.

Qifu Yin sneered coldly. “Don’t you want to control your worthy nephew?”

Chongjue glanced at him and explained to Su Hansheng, “He’s temporarily borrowing Qifu Zhao’s body to nurture his soul. He’ll leave in a few months.”

Su Hansheng said calmly, “Nurture his soul? He dug out his own nephew’s eyes. He’s just a body with Fulí clan blood. If he possesses it, who cares about rules?”

Chongjue looked at Qifu Yin.

Qifu Yin, naturally rebellious, sneered coldly. “That’s right. Why don’t I just possess this body now? It’ll save Zou Chi the trouble of finding me a host.”

Chongjue frowned, saying quietly, “Qifu Yin!”

Su Hansheng wasn’t fooled by the provocation. He smiled, his eyes crinkling, and lightly brushed the Sumeru mustard seed. “Uncle, want to guess how much my cultivation has improved in three years? Can I summon another bone chain to pierce your throat?”

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“A Yin,” Chongjue said, “That’s enough.”

Qifu Yin snapped, “Why don’t you control your good nephew?!”

Su Hansheng, seeing Chongjue wasn’t telling him to “stop messing around,” happily said, “He can’t control me.”

Qifu Yin fumed, “How can a junior not be controlled…”

Before he could finish, Su Hansheng calmly said, “Because we’re Dao Companions, not uncle and nephew.”

Qifu Yin: “???”

Chongjue: “…………”

Even Gong Handan, who had been casually watching, was completely stunned, staring at Su Hansheng in shock.

Su Hansheng didn’t think there was anything to hide—except from his senior brother, he wanted to proudly tell everyone that his bond with Chongjue was as strong as gold and as harmonious as a perfect marriage!

Qifu Yin, who had almost been killed, wasn’t even this shocked. He stared at Su Hansheng, his pale lips trembling, then turned his hopeful gaze to Chongjue.

—Desperately searching for any sign of anger or disgust on the World-Honored One’s face.

But he found none.

Chongjue stood calmly under the lantern, not the slightest bit inclined to refute it, his gaze toward Su Hansheng warmer than ever.

Qifu Yin: “…”

Qifu Yin stood there, stunned for a long time, then took a deep, shuddering breath, ready to roar.

Su Hansheng braced himself for a scolding, ready to argue back for three thousand rounds.

But then Qifu Yin shouted at Chongjue, “Wen Jingyu, you’re shameless! How can there be such a beast in human clothing? You, the World-Honored One of Mount Sumeru, I spit on you! You’re a scoundrel who seduces innocent youths! I’ll kill you!”

Chongjue: “…”

Su Hansheng: “…”

Chongjue remained expressionless, not defending himself against the barrage of insults.

Su Hansheng, however, felt extremely guilty, giving Chongjue an apologetic smile.

But he was also puzzled. Logically, Qifu Yin, who hated him, should be delighted to see him “ruined” by the “debauched” Chongjue. Why was he defending him instead?

Qifu Yin was probably about to faint from anger.

Chongjue ignored him, quietly telling Su Hansheng, “He’s being hunted by Heaven’s Will. If he truly possesses Qifu Zhao’s body, he’ll be reduced to dust by Heaven’s Will in less than a moment.”

Su Hansheng hesitated, but Chongjue wouldn’t lie to him. After thinking it over, he withdrew the bone chain from the Sumeru mustard seed.

Qifu Yin looked like he was about to die from anger, clutching his chest and pointing at Chongjue, gasping, “You bastard, if Su Xuanlin finds out, you’re dead, I’m telling you!”

Su Hansheng, unable to stand him insulting Chongjue, said unhappily, “I only let you go for my Dao Companion’s sake. Why are you biting the hand that feeds you?”

Qifu Yin: “…”

Dao Companion…?

Qifu Yin, whether from the shock of the bone chain or the anger, suddenly passed out.

Gong Handan, standing beside him, asked, “Don’t you want me to extract his soul?”

“No trouble for you, sister,” Su Hansheng shook his head. “Why are you here in Magpie Ridge? Is someone with you?”

Gong Handan nodded. “Furong will come to pick me up later.”

Su Hansheng relaxed, then quietly asked, “Sister, what were you discussing with him just now? Something about the Heaven-Reaching Tower, something about guarding?”

Gong Handan shook her head. “I promised not to say.”

Su Hansheng didn’t press further, just gave her a few more cups of cold tea.

After a while, Qifu Yin finally woke up.

Su Hansheng was about to ask if Su Xuanlin was still alive, but the arrogant Qifu Yin now looked completely dazed, his eyes pure and clear.

He had clearly changed.

Su Hansheng quickly stepped forward, helping Qifu Zhao up from the ground. “Are you hurt? Does anything hurt?”

Qifu Zhao lightly frowned and shook his head, looking at Su Hansheng in confusion. “Young Master, why are you here? Did I sleepwalk again?”

Su Hansheng: “…”

Su Hansheng patted Qifu Zhao’s head and sighed. Poor kid.

Qifu Zhao probably knew something was off with his body, but he didn’t want to trouble Su Hansheng, so he quietly brushed it off as sleepwalking.

Seeing Qifu Zhao kept rubbing his chest, Su Hansheng asked, “Does your heart hurt?”

He had only targeted the neck and limbs with the bone chain, not the chest.

Qifu Zhao’s lips were pale. He shook his head. “No, it’s an old problem.”

It seemed he’d been angry.

Qifu Zhao considered himself a patient person. Even if he was sometimes gloomy, he wasn’t usually quick to anger. But in recent years, he’d often woken up with a tight chest, as if he’d been furious.

Su Hansheng probably understood, guiltily looking away.

After all that, his good mood was gone. He didn’t get any answers, chatted a bit with Qifu Zhao, and learned he’d be returning to Wendao Academy as an attendant for the Wendao Festival and would be staying in Separate Years for a while. Only then did he leave with peace of mind.

After saying goodbye to Gong Handan, Su Hansheng walked behind Chongjue, hands behind his back, humming a tune.

He didn’t ask anything the whole way. In the end, it was Chongjue who couldn’t stand it.

“Don’t you have anything you want to ask?”

In the Separate Years Market, Chongjue had naturally seen everything Su Hansheng did and knew he’d heard a lot, yet he hadn’t stepped in to stop him.

Given Su Hansheng’s impulsive nature, he would probably have asked all his burning questions the moment he saw Chongjue.

Like about the Heaven-Reaching Tower.

Or whether Su Xuanlin… was still alive.

But Su Hansheng seemed completely uninterested. Sipping cold tea, he said casually, “At first, I was really confused, but now that I’ve calmed down, there’s nothing to ask.”

The Heaven-Reaching Tower, the four sacred objects, Su Xuanlin—none of it mattered to him.

Since Chongjue had already shielded him from all the storms, he shouldn’t be the one to ruin the peace, recklessly throwing himself into danger with his meager skills.

Su Hansheng had been reborn only with great difficulty. Now, he just wanted to loaf around and live quietly with Chongjue.

He was inherently selfish, not like his fake father who cared for the whole world.

Anything about saving the people could be postponed or avoided.

Chongjue hadn’t expected him to be so clear-headed. After a moment of surprise, he slowly smiled.

Su Hansheng wasn’t heartless. He’d just endured too much suffering, becoming overly carefree.

The two walked side by side back to Wendao Academy. The sky had completely darkened.

Su Hansheng slyly hooked his finger into Chongjue’s palm, feeling a bit mischievous, wanting to seduce the World-Honored One into being as “debauched” and “luring innocent youths into illicit affairs” as Qifu Yin had said.

Chongjue, thinking he was afraid of the dark, tightened Su Hansheng’s hand and instantly teleported them back to the rear mountain Buddha Hall quarters.

Su Hansheng plopped down on the soft couch, nearly dazed from the sudden movement.

“Go to sleep first,” Chongjue said. “Zou Chi is waiting for me.”

Su Hansheng rolled his eyes, leaning back petulantly. “Go, go, busy yourself with your important matters.”

Chongjue hesitated, then gently moved his fingers. The candlelight in the quarters instantly went out.

Then, in the darkness, he leaned down and gently kissed Su Hansheng.

Su Hansheng immediately took the lead, grabbing Chongjue’s collar and biting hard on his lips. Still unsatisfied, he bit several times on Chongjue’s neck, just like he had in his previous life.

Chongjue almost fled in embarrassment, heading straight to the Buddha Hall.

Zou Chi had been waiting for a long time, kneeling on a meditation mat, studying the Kunyu map with a solemn expression. “I’ve investigated. The Heaven-Reaching Tower will completely collapse in three days, right before the Wendao Festival. That’s why the secret realm can’t be opened.”

Chongjue sat down, his robe carrying a faint, sweet scent of cold tea.

Zou Chi continued, “Tomorrow, A Yin, Jianhua, and Handan will head to the Heaven-Reaching Tower. Zhuang Lingge’s body will surely be captured into the tower. He’ll probably have transformed into a dragon. It would be best if Xiaoxiao could channel spiritual energy into a magical artifact and bring it to help the Luoyuan Dragon break free from his dragon form… uh.”

His words suddenly stopped.

Zou Chi’s gaze froze on the fresh bite mark on Chongjue’s neck, noticing that his usually immaculate collar was rumpled, as if it had been fiercely grabbed.

… Clearly, he looked like he’d just come from a romantic tryst.

Zou Chi stared blankly for a long time, finally coldly uttering a few words.

“Debauchery.”

Chongjue: “…………”

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