The Villain Has Something to Say Chapter 67 - Jianqing, What Should I Do If You Died? (3)

Chapter 67: Jianqing, What Should I Do If You Died? (3)Translator: Sissy That Walk

He was dragged into a warm and broad chest. The light aroma of lotus surrounded Luo Jianqing who was totally in shock. His brain went blank; he only knew that he was carried into the room. Then his Master let go of him and asked with an ungovernable nervousness hidden in his voice, “you got hurt? Life-threatening dangers? Jianqing, tell me, what… happened…”
Luo Jianqing held Xuan Lingzi tight in his arms, the latter was stunned, didn’t even know where to put his arms.
And it was until now that Xuan Lingzi realized he had opened the door and let Luo Jianqing in, just because he was so worried about his disciple.
Xuan Lingzi tried to shove Luo Jianqing away, but the latterwouldn’t let go. He used his Spiritual Power to strengthen the force, but the moment his fingertips touched Luo Jianqing’s arms, he heard Luo Jianqing sniggered, “Wu Yin, you do like me.”
Xuan Lingzi froze. His throat is so dry that he couldn’t utter a word.
Luo Jianqing looked up at him. Delight was glittering in his mesmerizing eyes. He stared at his elegant Master who was petrified completely, suddenly recalled what filled in his mind when he almost got killed by that Gold Sun Heaven Live Jiao – he wasn’t regretting about not killing Li Xiuchen for revenge, or questioning Xuan Lingzi why he gave Xuan Ling Sword to Li Xiuchen in the last life, instead…
He felt nothing but resentment and sorrow because he realized that he never really been in a relationship with Xuan Lingzi in their last life, ever.
He knew his Master loved him, and he knew this was true the other way around.
However, they were restricted by the rules and boundaries set by the earthly world. They were Master and disciple, a pair who shouldn’t and couldn’t fall in love with each other. If others knew they desired for each other, they would be disdained by the whole world. His Master even confined himself in the house and refused to see him, with a determination of never seeing his disciple again until his death.
Did others’ opinion really matter that much?
After degenerating into a Fiend Cultivator in his last life, Luo Jianqing started to think in the Fiend Cultivator’s way. He must get his Master no matter what it took. He would never let what happened in his last life happen again. He would mend the resentment, even if it meant to drag Wu Yin down from the shrine. It might be a good thing, right? This way, at least they could fall together.
A plan came up in his mind. Luo Jianqing’s winsome visage was covered with bleakness, he said in a husky voice, “of course, you won’t admit it. I am your disciple, so you won’t accept me the whole life, but I couldn’t care less about that. What I do care is your health. The name of that pill is Qing Kun. He is specialized in healing and curing. I put lots of efforts to get him because I want to cure your injured Primordial Life. Wu Yin, no matter what, please meet him.”
Xuan Lingzi looked at his disciple, speechless.
Luo Jianqing was still hugging him tight. Their chests snuggled up to each other. The distance was so close that they seemed to hear the heartbeats going wild. The tips of Xuan Lingzi’s ears flushed. He wanted to push Luo Jianqing away from him, but couldn’t lift his arms as if he lost the rein of his own body.
He never saw his disciple this unhappy before.
Luo Jianqing’s eyes were rippling as if he’s going to cry but forced himself to hold the tears back. His voice went hoarse, but he tried hard to conceal it. He was begging him. He was begging him to see that pill and accept his kindness.
Xuan Lingzi didn’t have the heart to push Luo Jianqing away, especially when his disciple was in great sorrow.
Suddenly, memories came back like roaring flood and he was drowned in it. He recalled what happened forty-one years ago when he realized that a supernal spiritual bone was about to be born. In amazement, he split his Primordial Life to check what was going on.
Beside the shore of Luo River, he saw that tiny infant crying in a basket floating along the river. Wherever the basket went, the water turned crystal clear. Lighting and thunder stroke down around the basket but didn’t hurt the baby at all, as if it was a ward of protection, keeping away all the other threats from the outside.
This was a sign of the supernal spiritual bone. Xuan Lingzi himself was born with auspicious clouds fulfilling the sky, along with lotus flower blooming for thousands of miles. This boy, however, was born with refined river and striking thunder. He remembered taking the boy out of the basket and holding him in his arms. The infant fixed his black eyes on Xuan Lingzi and stopped crying.
Xuan Lingzi was stunned, but the infant didn’t take away his gaze from him and suddenly smiled. He waved his chubby arms and pulled Xuan Lingzi’s hair while still staring at Xuan Lingzi who was already drowned in his gaze.
At that moment, Xuan Lingzi knew this infant would be his one and only disciple in his life.
“My real name is Wu Yin, monastic name Xuan Lingzi. From now on, I am your Master. You summoned lightning and thunder to the terra, and made Luo River crystal clear, and by that, I will name you – Luo Jianqing (T/N: in Chinese, Jianqing means ‘becoming clear’)”
Time went fast. Before Luo Jianqing reached the age of four, Xuan Lingzi entrusted the boy to Zuo Yunmo, the Great Senior Brother at that time. When Luo Jianiqng was four-year-old, he brought him back from Hao Ming Peak. The boy looked at him without a slightest trust, as if he didn’t know him at all.
Noticed his gaze, Xuan Lingzi’s heart went tender. He told Luo Jianqing in a mild voice, “I am your Master, Jianqing.”
Jianqing wasn’t a super hard-working cultivator when he was little. He often fell into sleep when meditating, many times leaned himself on Xuan Lingzi’s lap.
Xuan Lingzi had been a cultivator for over three hundred years and reached the Deity Transformation Period. A genius indeed, but he never took care of a child before. Luo Jianqing fell into sleep on his lap, and Xuan Lingzi didn’t even dare to move, in case he woke him up.
He would just look at Luo Jianiqng all day long until the boy woke up.
In the evening, he would share his bed with him.
Jianqing was so tiny, leaning on his chest. Warmth was delivered from where the boy lay. Xuan Lingzi’s frozen mask was broken into pieces. He smiled blandly and embraced the boy.
When Luo Jianqing was ten years old. Xuan Lingzi believed something should be changed. He built another bamboo house and asked Luo Jianqing to live there alone. In the evening, however, Jianqing sneaked into Xuan Lingzi’s room. The Master was disappointed and irritated by Luo Jianqing’s disobedience, but, he had to admit, he was also slightly delighted.
So, that night, he allowed Jianqing to sleep with him.
That was the first and last time Luo Jianqing sneak into his room in the night.
When Luo Jianqing reached fourteen years old, he was ready to establish the foundation, but Xuan Lingzi asked him to enter the Billion Beasts Mountain to sharpen his skills for three years.
That was the first time Luo Jianqing went out for experiences.
He came back as a handsome and successful cultivator. That day, Xuan Lingzi stood at the top of Yu Xiao Peak, gazing at the gate of Tai Hua Mountain. When he saw his disciple stepping in, he was astonished.
As a sword unsheathed, radiating splendid aura!
The mesmerizing eyes, the winsome lips, the silk-like hair, the gorgeous visage… so elegant, so graceful, the moon and the sun would lose their aura if his disciple stood beside them.
He watched this young man step forward and bow down at him and say in respect, “Master.”
At this very instant, Xuan Lingzi felt his heart which had been tranquil for hundreds of years suddenly jolted. He looked at his disciple whom he knew so well but distanced away. He remembered what Luo Jianqing liked to do most when he was little was to hug him; he remembered his disciple liked vegetable but was not a fan of meat; he remembered this kid would cultivate for days restlessly every time he rebuked him; he even remembered seventeen years ago when he brought Luo Jianqing back from the shore of Luo River… the time they spent together, the things they’ve been through, he remembered them all.
But, he could feel his heartbeat accelerating.