After Faking My Death, My Disciple, Who Hated Me to the Bone, Has Gone Mad - Chapter 5

Upper Spirit Realm, Cloud Palace.

On the gilded throne of the Nine Heavens Hall, Yun Zheng’s ash-white, wide sleeves draped down. Ornate cloud patterns wound along the hem to the steps below, plated with cold, hard gold edges by the morning light.

His long, golden hair spread out over the white jade steps like a lake reflecting the sun.

Between his brows, a thin, carved mark accentuated the distant and cold color of his glazed eyes.

“Master, it is time to arrange your hair.”

A whisper came from an attendant on the left.

The attendant was a man, looking exceptionally alluring and captivating.

He looked exactly like Sheng Muxue.

Not only did his face look like this, but all the attendants standing silently and bowing their heads in the great hall had faces identical to Sheng Muxue’s.

Their builds were similar as well.

The attendant closest to Yun Zheng, holding a gilded comb, stood behind Yun Zheng and began to tie his hair.

Yun Zheng sat there silently without saying a word, his expression unreadable.

His gaze passed through the gaps between the dragon-patterned pillars, staring at the surging sea of clouds outside the palace.

The morning light passed through the golden bells on the eaves, casting fragmented light and shadows on his cheeks, yet it could not reflect the emptiness in his eyes.

It has already been five hundred years since Sheng Muxue died.

Yet the torrential rain and thunder from that day still wailed in his ears, day after day.

Because Yun Zheng’s hair was too long, it took the attendant about an hour to arrange it completely, meticulously gathered on the crown of his head, without a single excess strand falling loose.

Afterward, he placed the headpiece symbolizing his status as a God-Emperor upon him.

The headpiece seemed to be condensed from chaotic energy like solid gold and raw jade. Although it was not flashy, it was enough to prove his status.

In the center was embedded a diamond-shaped black crystal, inside of which was sealed a golden flow of light that would occasionally transform into a Green Luan flapping its wings, or condense into a dragon wagging its tail.

After the attendant finished these tasks, he consciously stepped back.

The other attendants followed and withdrew one by one.

The sound of the palace doors closing raised a cloud of dust, yet it did not break Yun Zheng’s stillness.

He remained leaning on his side, his head supported by one hand, sitting on the high steps, while the palm of his other hand was spread open.

Lying there was a jade pendant shattered into two pieces.

Suddenly, a faint bell chime came from outside the palace, breaking the dead silence.

It also finally shattered Yun Zheng’s silence.

Yun Zheng raised his hand to press against his chest, where the frostbite began to ache again.

It was as if it were constantly reminding him that that person would never return.

Because the source of this frostbite was the Snow Soul Crystal.

It was a piece of black ice taken from the deepest part of the coldest ice pool in the Kunlun Snow Domain.

It could ensure that the corpse of a dead person would never rot.

But as long as a living person touched it for even an instant, even with the highest cultivation, they would be frozen to death.

If he had not already ascended to become a god, capable of suppressing this terrifying, extreme cold energy, he would have been frozen to death too.

However, he could not avoid the frostbite.

It was just that this injury, aside from the pain, caused no major harm to his body.

Moreover, this wound should have healed long ago.

However, every day, he would draw some of his heart blood to nourish Sheng Muxue’s corpse.

Today was no exception.

After Yun Zheng finished arranging his hair, he instantly teleported to the Ice Crystal Secret Chamber.

Though it was called a secret chamber, the four walls were built from thousand-year-old black ice; through the circulating ice patterns, one could see the black-scaled fish swimming within.

Those sentient aquatic creatures loved to gather near the ice coffin, likely coveting the lingering trace of spiritual energy remaining on Sheng Muxue’s body.

Yun Zheng took off his outer robe and spread it on the right side of the ice coffin, condensing a thin layer of spiritual energy on his fingertips before he dared to touch the edge of the coffin.

The entire ice coffin was transparent and carved from a single piece of Snow Soul Crystal.

Inside lay a silver-haired man.

The man’s hands were folded over his chest, his expression peaceful.

The moment Yun Zheng touched the ice coffin, the lid opened automatically, and Yun Zheng entered the coffin.

Then, the lid closed again.

Yun Zheng was also sealed within the coffin.

The moment he lay down, a bone-piercing chill shot up his spine to the back of his neck.

Yet, Yun Zheng did not show any expression of pain; instead, the moment his arms embraced the cold corpse, his eyes brightened for an instant.

The wound on his chest had not yet healed, and there was still a fine, sharp pain when he touched Sheng Muxue, yet it could not compare to the dull ache of the emptiness in his heart.

He had been in pain for five hundred full years.

For the first two hundred years, Sheng Muxue was alive, and he was in pain.

For the last five hundred years, Sheng Muxue was dead, and he was still in pain.

Why on earth this was, he could not figure out no matter how he thought about it.

Small ice crystals were condensed on Sheng Muxue’s eyelashes.

Yun Zheng gazed at the bloodless face of the person in the ice coffin, raised his finger to gently brush away the ice crystals, and suddenly spoke.

“I am likely insane.”

“Sheng Muxue, I clearly hate you so much.”

“Yet I cannot control myself.”

The subsequent words were cut off by the crisp sound of several black-scaled fish swimming to the wall above the ice coffin, their tail fins slapping against the ice.

Yun Zheng did not say anything else.

He did not drive away the black-scaled fish that disturbed him.

He simply turned slightly to his side, just like on the day Sheng Muxue died, and pressed a light kiss onto his forehead.

He silently vowed in his heart:

“You are mine. In life, and in death.”