The Villain Has Something to Say

Xuan Lingzi was surprised by his reaction, “Jianqing, I am speaking to you. Why don’t you respond?”

Luo Jianqing stared him with a profound gaze, still not uttering a word.

Irritated a little bit, Xuan Lingzi said, “Does these several years staying outside make you forget your manners? Since when have you started to became this rude? You’ve just come back, and because of this, I am not going to sentence you to the Penalty Gate. In the following days, however, if you are still behaving like this……”

“Master.”

Heard Luo Jianqing’s husky voice, Xuan Lingzi stopped speaking. He looked at his gorgeous disciple who was wearing a bice robe, surrounded by a verdant bamboo forest. The wind was dancing with Luo Jianqing’s hair. Smiling, the disciple finally spoke, “I got out of the Liu Yan Valley one year ago and floated along the Luo River. An old couple saved me,” stopped for a while, Luo Jianqing said, “they were my parents.”

Xuan Lingzi didn’t say anything at first, then, “you didn’t break the bond, however.”

Luo Jianqing nodded, “no, I didn’t. Master, why do I have to break the bond linking my parents and I? Why do I have to be a person with no emotions, no heart? You told me that even you didn’t break all the mortal bonds. No offense, but your parents passed away a long time ago. Is that the bond you kept untouched? In other words, with all my respect, may I ask you what indeed is the bond which still linking you to the mortal word?!”

Xuan Lingzi flicked his long sleeve, “how dare you!”

Luo Jianqing was knocked into the air. Fought with the pain, he slowly walked toward Xuan Lingzi, “master, is your unbroken bond linking to your parents?”

“I have no father or mother. That bond was not even formed.”

“……Sir Hao Xingzi? Your fellow brothers? The entire Tai Hua Mountain?”

“These are not the mortal bonds!”

At this moment, Luo Jianqing had made his way to Xuan Lingzi. He slightly lifted his gaze, staring at his Master who stood before him nonchalantly. He looked at Xuan Lingzi’s visage with all the care in this world but didn’t notice his master’s already clenched fist hidden under the sleeve. Luo Jianqing suddenly burst out a laugh, then managed to say these in seriousness:

“Then, Master, is your mortal bond linking to……me?”

Widened his eyes, Xuan Lingzi formed a golden sword-light in his palm. Luo Jianqing was knocked into the air and bumped on an old bamboo.

Xuan Lingzi was incandescent, “behave yourself! Luo Jianqing, you showed no respect to your master and said very offensive words! Go to the Penalty Cliff and think over your mistakes! I won’t let you come back until you truly know what you have done. Your dozens of years of cultivation has come to naught. You don’t deserve the title of Senior Brother in our sect, and you don’t deserve to be my disciple!”

Seized with a severe pain in the chest, Luo Jianqing groaned and spat out blood.

Saw his apprentice got hurt, Xuan Lingzi didn’t show the slightest care, instead, he looked at Luo Jianqing dauntingly.

However, Luo Jianqing smiled. He wiped out the blood around his mouth and stood up. Step by step, he walked toward Xuan Lingzi again. He stared at Xuan Lingzi with honesty and determination ignited in his gaze, just like flames, as if Xuan Lingzi was burning inside. Didn’t move at all, Xuan Lingzi was stunned, while heard a laugh came out of his disciple’s mouth:

“Master, is that……what you really want?

“Among all the masters in the world, which one of them would split his Primordial Life several times just because he was worried about his apprentice?

“Which one of them would put tremendous efforts to help his disciple but keep it in secret?”

Face paled, Xuan Lingzi listened to Luo Jianqing’s interrogation but couldn’t refute a word at all.

When Luo Jianqing finally made his way to Xuan Lingzi, he stared at his Master with a complicated gaze. He heard the rustling sound from the forest. He heard the wind whispering. Luo Jianqing said subtly, “if you truly did all of these in the name of the care from a master, then, can you tell me who was the one in Dubhe, the seventh layer of Sir Bei Dou’s grave leaning on top of me and couldn’t help ……kissing me?”

Xuan Lingzi was shocked as if he was stroke by lightning.

He was surprised that Luo Jianqing still remembered that kiss. He paid efforts to carefully remove that part of memory from Luo Jianqing’s mind, but, obviously, he failed to make his disciple put it into complete oblivion.

All these years, Luo Jianqing thought it was only a dream, a fantasy created by his desire.

All he remembered was only a kiss. The one he had loved for dozens of years was leaning upon him and kissing him like it was the end of the world.

How is it even possible for his Master to kiss him like that?

However, Hao Xingzi told him that Xuan Lingzi’s Primordial Life followed him to the grave and came back with severe injury.

Why this man was injured?

What Hao Xingzi told him gave an explanation for Li Xiuchen’s wounds and Sir Bei Dou’s remnant soul’s obedience.

All of these was because his Master came and rescued him. His master……kissed him.

How can these be simply explained as ‘master-disciple relationship’?

Looking at his eminent Master standing before him but showing only indifference, Luo Jianqing could no longer keep his fake smile. Feared to hear a disappointing answer, his voice was trembling.

“Wu Yin, who am I……to you?”

A kiss.

With all the love and passion Luo Jianqing kissed Xuan Lingzi. It happened in a sudden. The Master didn’t have time to elude. He was stunned, and just like that, he let his apprentice kiss him. Luo Jianqing felt a scorching heat transmitted from their lips. He stretched out his arms and embraced his Master – like what he’s been imagining for dozens of years.

Put all the rules, boundaries, and limitations into disdain, Luo Jianqing kissed Xuan Lingzi, licking and biting his Master’s still-ice-cold lips. Then, suddenly, he felt pain dispersing from his chest – he was knocked into the air.

Xuan Lingzi was standing before his bamboo house, shivering, and said hoarsely, “How dare you, Luo Jianqing! Do you really believe that I won’t kill you?!”

“Wu Yin, you like me.” Luo Jianqing was lying on the ground. Blood was dripping out of his mouth, but he still said it in delight.

Xuan Lingzi’s expressionless mask was broken. Now his face was pale, his voice unstable, “Non……nonsense!”

“But, Wu Yin, you like me.”

Luo Jianqing stood up as if he wasn’t hurt at all. He walked toward Xuan Lingzi and kissed his Master again. Luo Jianqing got the answer he wanted from Xuan Lingzi’s stunned but accepting posture, but that posture only remained for a very short time. A golden-sword light stabbed into Luo Jianqing’s shoulder, while his Master turned into a golden light and disappeared in the forest. Smiling, Luo Jianqing gazed at the direction his Master had gone.

After making sure that Xuan Lingzi had truly left, however, Luo Jianqing spat lots of blood with bice spiritual light mixed inside. Lying in a pool of his own blood, Luo Jianqing fainted out.

Still mad about his disciple’s behavior, Xuan Lingzi came back one day later, and saw Luo Jianqing who was covered by blood at his last gasp.

Startled, Xuan Lingzi rushed to Luo Jianqing’s side. Hands shivering, he held up his disciple and tried to check him out using his golden Spiritual Power. Luo Jianqing was losing his breath, and his Spiritual Power was even too weak to capture. When Xuan Lingzi’s Spiritual Power reached to Luo Jianqing’s Dan Tian, he ceased his every movement.

There were only regrets and fear kindled in his eyes.

“Your primordial life is weak and unstable. Forcing it to fight against my sword light? Have you lost your mind?!”

Without any hesitancy, Xuan Lingzi held Luo Jianqing in his arms and turned into a golden light, heading toward Qing Lan Peak.