After Faking My Death, My Disciple, Who Hated Me to the Bone, Has Gone Mad - Chapter 10

Sheng Muxue had been locked in the room for two days. Every day, a servant would come to deliver his meals and leave immediately after. Sheng Muxue wanted to ask when the wedding date was, but no one responded to him. Everything around him felt like a cage bathed in light, suffocating him. Most importantly, it seemed as if there were no living creatures in this entire palace. Only when he looked through the window at the plum blossoms in full bloom did Sheng Muxue feel a glimmer of life. Those plum blossoms were golden, shimmering brilliantly under the light, exquisite and beautiful.

By the evening of the second day, Sheng Muxue, being a foodie, began a hunger strike. Whatever the servant brought, he threw away, and he had only one demand: to see their Venerable One. The servant retreated silently, and after a while, brought new food. Sheng Muxue threw it away as usual.

However, this time, as he snatched the plate full of red bean cakes to throw it, he secretly kept one piece. After the person left, he took out the red bean cake hidden in his palm and stuffed it into his mouth, ending up with his hands covered in the pastry crust.

The system finally could not stand it anymore and asked him daringly, “Since you want to eat it, just eat it. Why throw it away? It is such a waste.”

Sheng Muxue replied vaguely while chewing the red bean cake, “To force him to appear.”

“Him? The God Venerable?”

Sheng Muxue remained noncommittal. In fact, from the first day, he had suspected that this God Venerable must be an old acquaintance. Now, he was even more certain.

Evidence one: He observed that although the servants who had come to his room these past few days had identical faces and identical movements, there were subtle differences in height, which meant they were not the same person. In other words, there were many puppets in this palace wearing his own face. If there were only one, it could be a coincidence, but with so many, it was certainly not.

Evidence two: The food delivered by the servants these past few days was all to his taste, almost entirely sweet. Especially the sickeningly sweet red bean cake; only he could handle something that sweet, and an ordinary person would not be able to stomach it. If he liked his face from his previous life, he could excuse it as being an old lecher, but to know and remember that he was addicted to sweets meant it could only be an old acquaintance.

Could it be? A terrifying thought flashed through Sheng Muxue’s mind, but he shook his head desperately, trying to deny that person. However, he could deny his own thoughts, but he could not deny his own eyes.

The wooden door was suddenly pushed open by a hand with distinct knuckles. Following it was the snowy-white wide sleeve draped over the arm, wrapped in scorching twilight. The person pushed the door very slowly, so slowly that a simple action that should have taken one second lasted for seven or eight seconds. Sheng Muxue did not need to look at the face; he recognized who it was just from that hand.

The hand was lean, the knuckles prominent, and the fingers very long. The skin tone was not ice-white, nor was it dark, but a normal color. The fingernails were very clean. On the pinky finger, a golden cloud-patterned ring was worn. During the seven or eight seconds that the hand pushed the door open, Sheng Muxue’s heart stopped beating for seven or eight seconds.

Until he saw a tall man appear completely in the backlight. The man had exquisite features, a nose as straight as carved jade, and pale lips that formed a cold, hard line when pressed together. His jaw was well-defined, gleaming with the cold light of a bluestone slab. His meticulous golden hair was tied into a crown, his expression cold and indifferent. On his forehead, there was even a thin, long golden carved pattern. Except for the features being very similar to Yun Zheng, there was not a trace of the former Yun Zheng. Moreover, he was much taller than before; it seemed he had grown taller after Sheng Muxue died.

Sheng Muxue could understand the height, but what was up with this sudden change in hair color? Also, how did he become the God Venerable?

Sheng Muxue planned to pretend he did not know him. Because he was not sure if the other party recognized him, and even if he did, he wanted to pretend he did not.

“Who are you?”

No sooner had Sheng Muxue finished speaking than his throat was firmly clamped by the hand Yun Zheng used to wear the ring, pressing his body against the bed behind him. Just a moment ago, Yun Zheng was still standing at the door. The next moment, he appeared at the bedside and clamped Sheng Muxue’s throat, restraining him on the bed. Yun Zheng controlled his strength, allowing Sheng Muxue to not die, but to be uncomfortable enough that he could not catch his breath.

Only then did he speak in a low voice, “You have a lot of guts, daring to throw away the food I prepared for you.”

Sheng Muxue’s hands instinctively pried at Yun Zheng’s large hand gripping his throat, trying to pull it away. But the size and width of that one hand were almost as big as both of his hands. So, no matter how hard Sheng Muxue tried, it was useless.

Now, the gap between him and Yun Zheng was not just in cultivation and spiritual power; in terms of physical build alone, he was a full circle smaller than Yun Zheng. The width of his shoulders, the height of his body, the thickness of his arms, the size of his palms, and that overwhelming scent of hormones all reminded Sheng Muxue that the current Yun Zheng was already a man exuding mature charm.

Moreover, Yun Zheng’s voice had become much lower and huskier. It was like distant thunder rolling over the clouds, that low-frequency vibration emanating from the bone marrow, deeper than the night. Especially the rhythm of his Adam’s apple rolling while he spoke, like freshly brewed vintage tea, slowly dispersing.

Sheng Muxue was unable to catch his breath and could only use all his strength to say with difficulty, “Since you are the noble God Venerable, why must you marry a lowly fox demon like me?”

Yun Zheng did not answer but suddenly let go. He said instead, “If a beast is disobedient, there should be some punishment. Next time if you throw it away again, it will not be as simple as just choking your neck.”

It would have been fine if he had not spoken, but as soon as he said this, Sheng Muxue could no longer suppress his two-hundred-and-ten-pound rebellious spirit. Immediately, he sneered in his heart. Heh, watch if I throw it away or not. Not only will I throw it away, I will smash it all in your face!