Ch95 - Healing injuries

Xie Zhiwei didn’t think twice and looked inside with his divine sense. Then he saw a white-faced Mu He lying on the bed where he’d slept before, completely senseless to the world. Yin Wushuang was terrified and shook him a few times without reaction. She stood up in a panic.

“Mu He gege, I’ll go call for help. Someone come—urk!” She’d barely taken two steps when a hand closed around her neck.

Mu He stood behind her like a ghost, his eyes bloodshot. His fingers squeezed tightly as if there was only a fly between them.

“Mu…save…” Yin Wushuang couldn’t form words or see the person behind her, so she was calling Mu He for help. As if stimulated by her words, the hand around her neck tightened further until she lost consciousness. She collapsed on the side like a weak little flower, pitiful tear tracks staining her face. But Mu He coarsely tossed her aside before black qi emerged from his palms.

He staggered towards Yin Wushuang and muttered, “Everyone who torments me…can die.”

The doors opened from outside, sending a gust of wind into the room.

“Who!” Mu He looked up instantly with scarlet eyes, ready to attack with the Black Lotus qi in his palms. But he didn’t get the chance before someone caught his wrist and slapped him on the head.

“Are you throwing your life away?”

Mu He froze on the spot.

The voice continued to rebuke. “Lie on the bed for your Master. It’s only been a few days, but you’ve been reduced to this.”

Mu He did his best to widen his eyes, but his gaze was still unfocused. “Shizun?”

“What do you think?” Xie Zhiwei was exasperated.

“Shizun’s never hit this disciple…” Mu He was uncertain and shut his eyes. “But…”

“But what?” Xie Zhiwei asked, “Keep rambling and I’ll hit you again. Hurry and lie down.”

He suddenly realized it was pretty refreshing to deal with the hero who wasn’t conscious. He could vent his emotions any way he wanted without worrying about the protagonist disowning him.

Mu He’s eyes were still shut, but his brows relaxed. “But disciple is very happy.”

Damn this lunatic! You’re a masochist, ah!

Xie Zhiwei couldn’t help smacking him again. “Happy, huh?”

Mu He’s body swayed before he opened his eyes to study Xie Zhiwei in detail. He muttered to himself, “Shizun is acting so strange today.”

Xie Zhiwei got no prompts from the System after hitting him twice and took the chance to check his Presence Points. Immediately his spirits lifted: the final star was lit up halfway! His temper flooded his mind as he laughed coldly. “Strange is right, even stranger things are coming up.”

At any rate, the hero had been tormented by illusions so long that a bit longer wouldn’t matter. Yin Wushuang was also unconscious and out of danger, so this was a great chance! The resentment he accumulated in both lives could finally be vented today!

Xie Zhiwei pushed Mu He onto the bed, grabbed him by his lapels, and demanded from above, “You were in such a rush to return Qingping Sword and so eager to use up all the spiritual energy I channeled to you. Not bad, brat.”

Mu He remained dazed beneath his hands. “Shizun, disciple wasn’t…”

“Shut up. You even feel wronged,” Xie Zhiwei interrupted. “I was already at Flying Flowers Township when I came back in a rush. What do you think I was aiming for?”

Mu He’s face flushed before he murmured, “You were aiming for this disciple…”

“At least you know that,” Xie Zhiwei said before giving a start and correcting him. “Wrong, I was aiming for your well-being. Look at you now…I wasted my efforts on you four years ago at One Step Cliff.”

Mu He trembled as he held his hand. “Shizun please don’t be angry, disciple knows my wrongs.”

Xie Zhiwei’s scalp tightened as he pulled his hand free. “Don’t touch me. I only came back to help you, nothing else.”

Mu He’s red eyes flashed, but he didn’t reply.

No retorts when hit, no clapbacks when cursed. Xie Zhiwei’s fury seemed to hit against a sponge as he lost the notorious temper from his last life. In the end, he said, “If you’re interested in Yin Wushuang that way, then take good care of your illness. Master isn’t afraid of your attacks, but how could a girl like her handle it?”

“Disciple is not,” Mu He replied.

“No? Then why did you refuse to let me see your injuries but didn’t shy from Commandery Princess Yin?” For some reason, Xie Zhiwei decided to focus on this point. His voice was cold. “Sure enough, you’re still young. You don’t even know who you like. But…that’s fine too.”

As expected, the hero just wanted something different for a while. In the end, he still prefers girls.

That means I don’t have to worry in the future.

He placed his hand on Mu He’s chest, voice calm. “Master will heal your injuries.”

But Mu He actually clutched his wrist as the blood in his eyes intensified. “Shizun would never say such things to disciple, so…”

“So what?” Xie Zhiwei asked.

“So right now, this shizun is another illusion, right?”

Xie Zhiwei was floored.

F**k!!! This again?! So I said all that for nothing?

Sure enough, Mu He’s next words were, “If this is an illusion, then doesn’t that mean I can…” Before he finished, he suddenly turned over and pinned Xie Zhiwei beneath him.

“Slow down, you’re…mmph…” Xie Zhiwei’s words were cut off as something muffled his lips.

Mu He’s crimson eyes were closeby, his gaze clearly hazy. Still, Xie Zhiwei could see the determination and madness swirling in the pupils. His kiss met resistance with Xie Zhiwei’s teeth and tried to push them open, but failed because he was too weak. In the end, he nipped them.

The slight pain restored Xie Zhiwei to his senses. He shoved Mu He aside and touched the place where he’d been bitten in disbelief. Mu He struggled up from the bed, eyes still blank as he lunged at him.

“Is shizun’s illusion so heartless as well… Today, I’ll definitely…”

Abruptly, a spell hit his body. His movements interrupted, he fell back against the sheets and went to sleep like an obedient puppet. Xie Zhiwei clapped his hands and got off the bed.

This brat’s completely poisonous! He kills illusions if they’re other people, but when he sees Xie Zhiwei’s illusion he…thank goodness he was sick. If this was Mu He at his prime, I’d be done for!

Xie Zhiwei had a cold face as he rested Mu He against his body and determined to leave as soon as possible once the job was done. After all, the hero’s mental strength was so strong that the sleep spell would only trap him temporarily. Once his spiritual energy recovered, the spell would lose effect.

If this was the original novel, the protagonist would never have such an accident, much less be held and fiddled around in someone else’s arms. It’d be too humiliating! He’d not only bent, but bent without any dignity. If this wasn’t Xie Zhiwei himself but an actual illusion, would Mu He really f**k him?

Hahahaha, the king of the world who’s slept with countless beauties, the great god Mu He himself, is now satisfied with just f**king an illusion.

The love line had been distorted beyond recognition, but what about the plot? Everything had stagnated once Xie Zhiwei exposed his identity! What happened to unifying the world? The promised sea of stars?

No no no, forget about the interstellar part. It might be dangerous going to other worlds, who knows what trauma and disasters he’d bring here if he opened up any portals.

But…if the hero continued being so sickly, he wouldn’t even be able to snatch the emperor’s throne, to say nothing of outer space. Xie Zhiwei couldn’t help looking down at the youth leaning against his shoulder. Mu He’s face was as pale as snow, his eyelashes casting long shadows on his cheeks. Even his eyebrows had started scrunching up again.

Xie Zhiwei’s temper all but faded at the sight.

Four years ago, he’d been lying against Mu He when he died. If Mu He was already so terrible when he left alive, he couldn’t imagine how the youth had made it past the years when he was dead. Xie Zhiwei sighed as he subconsciously started channeling spiritual energy faster.

Complaints aside, aren’t I the cause of everything? If I didn’t have so many scenes or insisted on following the hero through plot points, things wouldn’t have changed.

Frankly speaking, saving him and treating him well were just ways to compensate the protagonist now, not anything related to the plot. Xie Zhiwei’s thoughts grew seriously. Things have come to this, so it doesn’t matter what happens. As long as it’s not…

Mu He’s eyebrows suddenly moved, causing Xie Zhiwei’s heart to tremble before he hastily let go. Looks like he has enough spiritual energy now. He stood up and prepared to leave when he suddenly felt lightheaded.

He had to hold onto the edge of the bed before he could stand still.

A few days ago, he had already replenished the hero’s spiritual energy. After that, he’d fought with pursuers on the road, then flew back on Qingping Sword. Just then the hero’s needs were like a bottomless pit and he’d gone softhearted, forgetting all about his own condition.

Now he was dizzy because he was nearly out of spiritual energy.

Xie Zhiwei rallied his spirits. Even if I’m dizzy, I can’t be dizzy here.

But suddenly there were two voices from outside.

“Announcing the arrival of His Royal Majesty and King Yin.”

Of all the times to show up, why now?

But Xie Zhiwei didn’t have enough energy to activate Qingping Sword anymore. When the footsteps grew closer, he desperately found a solution by hiding under the bed. Right after that, the doors were opened and the King of Nine Provinces appeared at the entrance with King Yin. Both men were discussing something with wide smiles on their faces.

Inside the room was silence. Mu He laid collapsed on the bed while Yin Wushuang was unconscious on the ground.

King Yin cried out, “Wushuang!” He rushed into the room and paled upon seeing the red marks on his daughter’s neck. He scrambled until he helped her up and tested for breathing beneath her nose before finally relaxing and looking up. “What happened here?”

The King of Nine Provinces suppressed the anger in his eyes and said, “Someone, come.”

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