Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Wei Xi not only remove that indiscriminately kissing mouth, but also wiped his own lips with obvious disgust.
Wei Dedao: “…”
Shuo Zong: “…”
Although Wei Dedao had no eyes, he knew what he needed to know. After an awkward silence, he tried to defuse the situation: “…My disciple looks shrewd, but he is actually a bit naive.”
He’s just an idiot, isn’t he?
Shuo Zong didn’t know whether he should be happy or unhappy. He couldn’t bear to vent his anger on Wei Xi, so he could only coldly retort, “I can see that. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have recognized you as his master, believed your lies that he was a wandering ghost, and kept thinking about how you didn’t come to visit him in his dreams after you died.”
“Not letting him know his identity was a form of protection for him.” Wei Dedao remained silent for a while, then turned his gentle gaze to Wei Xi. “You auspicious beasts, when you were shouting for its destruction, you probably never imagined it would have this kind of personality, did you?”
Shuo Zong’s voice grew even colder: “I have never called for his execution.”
Wei Dedao said, “But you’ve been fighting for tens of millions of years. I remember that a few hundred years ago, he emptied your cave several times.”
Shuo Zong remained silent for a moment, then stood up and turned to him, his face mocking: “Do you think he could enter my mountain if I didn’t want him to?”
Wei Dedao was clearly somewhat surprised, and after a moment he realized the hidden meaning in his words, and laughed and said, “Is that so? That’s really unexpected.”
Shuo Zong sneered: “I never imagined that the only Mahayana stage master in the cultivation world would give up ascension and stay in the mortal world to trick a ferocious beast into joining his sect.”
Wei Dedao, thick-skinned as ever, didn’t take his sarcasm seriously: “What great power? That’s all in the past. I’m just an old man now. Besides, ascension is something that has never happened after the collapse of the Heavenly Dao. Even the stars in the sky fell. Look at how many gods and Buddhas are left now, besides those who are worshipped by the mortals? I’m actually quite glad that I survived. Before the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, in order to maintain the balance of the mortal world, even the dragons were killed. I heard that Yazi was directly struck by twenty-four heavenly lightning bolts and reduced to ashes. If it weren’t for that Primordial Sealing Array that gathered the power of the entire cultivation world, how could Wei Xi have been kept alive by the Heavenly Dao until today? After all, his status is different from Xuanwu and you auspicious beasts. The Heavenly Dao has always been unfair to him.”
Shuo Zong did not speak.
Wei Dedao then became suspicious: “But it’s strange, it’s said that once the lightning tribulation sets its sights on someone, it won’t let up and will never give up. Even auspicious beasts had to endure twelve strikes. Yazi couldn’t escape the lightning tribulation even after hiding in four caves. I thought the heavenly lightning would eventually find Wei Xi’s whereabouts, so did Wei Xi’s twenty-four strikes not happen in the end?”
Shuo Zong turned his eyes to look at Wei Xi on the bed, and tugged at the corner of his mouth: “It came.”
Wei Dedao was taken aback: “Where did it fall?”
Shuo Zong: “His cave dwelling.”
Wei Dedao said, “How is that possible? He wasn’t in the cave at the time, so who was struck by the lightning?”
Shuo Zong’s expression remained unchanged: “It’s me.”
Wei Dedao stared in disbelief: “…You endured your own lightning tribulation, plus his… a total of thirty-six…and survived them all?”
Thirty-six bolts of heavenly lightning— even the dragons that wiped out the entire sea back then couldn’t have gotten that many, could they?
Shuo Zong didn’t want to talk to him anymore. So he took off his coat, revealing the patterns all over his body, and stepped forward to remove the jade pendant from Wei Xi’s neck, saying, “You talk too much. You can go now.”
Wei Dedao: “…”
Shuo Zong: “Or would you like to stay and watch? Oh, I forgot you can’t see it.”
Wei Dedao was quite unwilling: “…He didn’t want you just now.”
Shuo Zong scoffed: “Why don’t you ask him if he wants Que’er?”
Wei Dedao: “…”
Shuo Zong: “What are you thinking? Isn’t that still me?”
Wei Dedao: “…”
That’s outrageous, damn it.
….
Wei Xi was in terrible pain, rolling around on the bed, clearly in a daze. He even started gnawing on the bedside table. The wood rattled loudly as he chewed, and he complained, seemingly aggrieved, “…It tastes awful.”
Shuo Zong returned to the bedside, unable to bear the sight any longer. He reached out and pinched Wei Xi’s face, digging out the wood chips from his mouth, which Wei Xi, driven by hunger, bit down on.
His eyesight was failing him, so he could only rely on his sense of smell. Perhaps because the smell was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place the person, he took a big bite, then quickly softened his grip and rubbed against Shuo Zong’s hand: “Does it hurt, Que’er…”
Shuo Zong looked at him, his eyes filled with unpredictable emotions, and pinched his cheek: “It doesn’t hurt, you idiot.”
Wei Xi was jolted back to his senses by the pinch, and slowly opened his eyes to recognize the person: “Que’er?”
How could he be so stupid? Shuo Zong didn’t know what to think. There were too many details, and he didn’t know how to reveal his changed identity. Plus, with Wei Xi’s personality, he didn’t know how he would react if he found out he had been deceived.
Shuo Zong stared at him for a long time before suddenly asking, “Only me?”
Wei Xi felt the clear scar with his fingertips and finally felt relieved. He stopped hitting him and raised his arm to hook his neck: “Mm.”
When Shuo Zong was pulled so intimately close to him, his heart suddenly felt both sour and swollen.
A moment later, Wei Xi felt his hair being brushed aside, a familiar warmth touching the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to hear a low laugh.
“Never mind.”
….
The next day on the high-speed train, Xia Shouren looked at his friend with a strange expression and said to Chong Ming beside him, “What exactly is he showing off about?”
Shuo Zong leaned back in his seat, making a phone call, one hand propping up his cheek. His eyes were full of smug satisfaction, and a hint of indescribable contentment. He listened to the call casually: “Wei Xi?”
At the same time, his gaze seemed to drift casually to the seats on the other side of the aisle.
Wei Xi rested his fluffy head against the window, gazing at the scenery rushing past outside the train, and hummed in agreement: “Master probably misses you too much; he dreamt of you last night.”
Shuo Zong smirked: “What did you dream about me about?”
Wei Xi felt inexplicably embarrassed and lowered his eyes, saying, “I dreamt of absorbing your yang energy.”
Shuo Zong pressed on, “How did it taste?”
Wei Xi replied softly, “Very good.”
Thinking of the time when his apprentice was unhappy because he had bitten Xuanwu, he added, “I also dreamed that someone else was going to feed me too.”
Shuo Zong was momentarily stunned, then remembered the first half of the plot from last night. Wei Xi quickly added the second half: “But I didn’t care for a single bite, I only ate yours.”
“…” Shuo Zong’s emotions were unpredictable, but he still managed to speak as Wei Xi waited with an almost boastful attitude: “…Is that so? That’s good.”
Xia Shouren nudged Chong Ming: “Look at his expression, it’s changed again. How come his emotions are so unpredictable? I can’t figure out why. Could it be that he’s going through menopause like other people?”
….
Wei Xi thought for a moment and then told his disciple, “I also dreamed of your grandmaster.”
The apprentice paused for a moment, then quickly pressed, “What did you dream about him about?”
“I don’t remember very clearly either.” The memory of drinking the dragon’s blood was rather blurry due to the confusion in his mind. Wei Xi tried hard to recall, but he couldn’t remember what Wei Dedao said or did in his dream. “However, when I woke up this morning, the sect leader’s token that your master left me was somehow hung on the door.”
This kind of thing actually sounded pretty weird.
His apprentice, however, showed no surprise: “Maybe it just likes to stay outside.”
Wei Xi: “Is that so?”
The apprentice replied, “When you hang it up, doesn’t it always burn you?”
Wei Xi thought there was some truth to it: “Indeed.”
For some reason, his apprentice suddenly chuckled and said, “Then when you go to sleep, you might as well take it off and hang it by the door so it won’t come out and bother you.”
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