After Marrying the 'Long Aotian' in Drag to Counter Bad Luck - Chapter 12

Rong Nianfeng paused for a moment. Ultimately resigning himself to fate, he retrieved that tattered and worn-out secret manual from his universe bag.

The Cloud-Grasping Method required one to place a metal lid over their head. While being struck by lightning, one must gather momentum and wait for the perfect opportunity. When the clouds grew careless, one could take them for personal use.

The Spilled-Water Retrieval Method required guiding energy into the body, allowing it to complete one minor cosmic cycle internally. By focusing the mind and uniting the soul, one could make objects float or drop, and even manifest sharp weapons.

This cultivation mental method was entirely bizarre. Did it not completely defy the laws of gravity? Rong Nianfeng casually flipped through a few pages and felt his vision go dark with exasperation. This was simply too unreliable.

He popped his head out to glance upward. Crucially, the sky at this moment was as clear as a washed emerald. Forget about rain, it was difficult to see even a single cloud.

Just as he was thinking this, a fierce gale suddenly erupted, and a torrential downpour came crashing down. Dark clouds rolled across the high sky, accompanied by the occasional deep rumble of thunder. It seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

Rong Nianfeng’s face filled with dark lines. Fine, it seemed only Ye Xingchen was the chosen child of the Heavenly Dao.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, prompting him to glare fiercely at the youth.

The young man lying on the bed wore a crimson robe, his wrists tightly bound. Ye Xingchen was desperately holding back the restlessness inside his body. He panted softly, his face flushed with a faint crimson hue, and a layer of mist covered his eyes, which usually carried the vibrant spirit of a youth.

He closed his eyes slightly and then reopened them, wearing an expression of tragic sacrifice, like a warrior cutting off his own wrist to endure humiliation. With red eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, “Since you crave my body so much, just take it.”

“However, we have an agreement. If you take my body, you must take responsibility for me. In the future, you cannot look at other cultivators even once, you cannot betray me to create a green grassland over my head, and you absolutely cannot exchange romantic glances or cast flirtatious looks at others.” He said a great deal in a single breath, growing increasingly aggrieved as he spoke. “You must swear that you will only love me alone in the future!”

Rong Nianfeng thought that it did not matter, since the youth was just a whiny crybaby, and he refused to believe he could not get used to it over time. Although this Rong Nianxue was a bit of a poisonous woman, had his master and master’s wife not lived through similar circumstances? Furthermore, he had not looked closely over the past few days. In their current situation, Rong Nianxue was silent, frowning as he read a tattered book, which actually revealed a rather beautiful countenance. With skin like smooth porcelain and eyes like polished obsidian, he truly resembled an immortal.

Rong Nianfeng, who was on the verge of comprehending the manual, thought, “Crave your grandfather!”

He did not want to act anymore. Since the plot had already turned into a runaway horse, his only thoughts right now were centered on how to neutralize the medicinal properties for Ye Xingchen.

“Keep your voice down when you pant,” he snapped, throwing down the harsh words before turning around to continue studying his mental method.

Ye Xingchen was left speechless.

What on earth did Rong Nianfeng mean by this? Clearly, the person who had showered him with care and concern over the past few days was Rong Nianfeng, and the person whose voice sounded sweeter than anyone else when calling him Brother Xingchen was also Rong Nianfeng, yet he was actually being fierce to him now.

He was so angry that the corners of his eyes turned red, and he began to cough agonizingly.

However, it was quite miraculous. By being interrupted in this manner, the strange sensation within his body was actually suppressed by a few degrees.

In his groggy state, he watched as Rong Nianfeng suddenly rushed outside. Unfortunately, he no longer had any strength left. Aside from the intense, burning heat in his lower body, he could only open his mouth in a futile attempt to ask where Rong Nianfeng was going, but ultimately no sound came out.

After another long while, Rong Nianfeng returned holding a pile of pots, bowls, and ladles.

He stepped forward to check Ye Xingchen’s breathing and noted that he was still alive.

The potency of this medicine was substantial, and even the young man’s Adam’s apple had flushed a faint crimson. He touched Ye Xingchen’s forehead again, muttering to himself, “The fever is incredibly high.”

Ye Xingchen opened his eyes at some unknown point, staring straight at him. His phoenix eyes were as deep as unmelting ink in a frozen pool as he murmured, “The scent on your body is so delightful.”

Rong Nianfeng slapped him with a sharp smack and withdrew his hand with a cold face. This was not a fever; he felt that Ye Xingchen was acting somewhat coquettish right now.

“Can I take a bite of you?” Ye Xingchen asked in a daze.

The question terrified Rong Nianfeng, causing him to take several large steps backward. “Who told you to drink things handed over by others without checking? Look at you now.”

Ye Xingchen did not hear his grumbling voice. He only felt an icy, refreshing hand pressed against his forehead, which felt extremely comfortable. The scent was also fragrant, a fragrance he had smelled a very long time ago. He wanted to take a bite.

Rong Nianfeng placed an iron pot over his head. Feeling a sudden shudder of disgust, he hugged his arms and trembled. The protagonist had clearly been starved for too long and had gone completely mad.

Before he could even step outside, a bolt of lightning struck right beside his feet with a loud crack, leaving a scorched, blackened patch on the ground.

Rong Nianfeng stood there expressionless. Holding the pot lid over his head, he walked back into the room. Let everything be destroyed, as he refused to live through these miserable days any longer. He was eighteen years old this year, and in a few days, he would turn nineteen. Counting carefully, there were still two full years left before he reached twenty-one. At worst, death was just death.

After a short while, he gently extended one foot outside. Seeing that nothing happened, he held an iron sword in one hand, an iron pot in the other, and stood stealthily outside the door with the pot lid resting on his head.

He looked up at the sky and boasted loudly, “Hahaha! This pathetic cloud of yours cannot even break a single strand of my hair with its lightning!”

The lightning in the sky paused slightly, and then it began to strike even more violently. It turned out that the cloud could actually understand human speech.

Rong Nianfeng hastily ducked back into the room.

The dark cloud could not find anyone to strike, and it shook with rage. Outside, the wind howled and lightning flashed, making anyone who saw it believe that some great master was undergoing a heavenly tribulation.

The abundant spiritual energy caused Rong Nianfeng, who was originally at the first layer of the Qi Condensation stage, to instantly break through to the fifth layer of the Qi Condensation stage.

The spiritual energy rushing through his meridians caused Rong Nianfeng to pause. With a look of pleasant surprise, he looked down at the ball of colorless mist in his palm, which had originally been pitifully small but now appeared much more solid than before. He had broken through just like that.

He was no longer afraid. Once the cloud had exhausted some of its energy, he cleared his throat and shouted, “You little pathetic cloud, you truly are useless! You are already exhausted after striking with only a few bolts of lightning. You are not powerful at all compared to the cloud next to you. Look at your companion cloud, how incredible it is to strike down dozens of tribulation lightning bolts meant for the Golden Core stage in a single breath!”

Rong Nianfeng did not know if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but the large dark cloud beside the small dark cloud actually puffed out its belly proudly, striking even harder. The small dark cloud was thoroughly enraged, summoning every ounce of its strength to continue striking.

When Rong Nianfeng complained that the lightning bolts were not thick enough, it floated lower to strike. When Rong Nianfeng complained that it was striking too slowly, it used all its strength to strike faster.

By the time the cloud realized what was happening, Rong Nianfeng, who was fully armed, smiled like a sly fox and said cheerfully, “Konnichiwa.”

The small dark cloud was shocked.

There was no way Rong Nianfeng would let such a perfect opportunity slip away. Quick of hand and sharp of eye, he rapidly grabbed the tail of the small dark cloud, yelling, “Where do you think you are escaping, you little cloud?”

The small dark cloud trembled all over, weeping uncontrollably. It felt absolute hatred toward this wretched cultivator. If he had not tricked it into expending all its lightning, how could it possibly lack the strength to escape now?

Fearing that the small dark cloud might run away, Rong Nianfeng quickly bit his finger. Remembering the secret method from the manual, he copied the instructions exactly and established a blood contract with the small dark cloud. Only then did he look at the small dark cloud raining with a face full of wonder. Stroking his chin, he asked, “Can you make it rain backward?”

The small dark cloud, weeping heavily, fell silent. Its entire body twisted into a pretzel shape as it desperately tried to hide.

Rong Nianfeng picked it up and tossed it onto Ye Xingchen’s body. “Be good and listen to me. Do you know how to create clouds and rain? If you do a good job, I will let you go home.”

Ye Xingchen, who had witnessed the entire process, found the situation beyond words. The image of Rong Nianfeng standing there with a pot lid on his head, a sword in one hand, and a pot in the other, lingered stubbornly in his mind. His momentary compromise from earlier was absolute madness. If this Daoist contract was not dissolved, he would be the one going insane.

The small dark cloud, filled with grievances, suddenly regained its spirit. It turned its belly over and began to weep continuously. When it grew tired of raining while lying down, it flipped its body over and continued raining, resembling a pancake being flipped on a griddle.

Rong Nianfeng looked at this scene of creating clouds and rain with considerable satisfaction. He turned to the weary Ye Xingchen and asked, “Brother Xingchen, do you feel any better now?”

Ye Xingchen sneered, “The potency of this medicine is incredibly strong, how could it possibly…”

In the next instant, his body stiffened slightly. It was as if he had seen a ghost, because he truly did feel a bit better. Still stubborn, he argued, “You might as well have thrown me into a bath barrel.”

Rong Nianfeng acted as though he did not understand the underlying meaning of his words, reaching out to touch his face. “The fever has indeed subsided a bit.”

However, he still felt that something was amiss, as if something were still lacking. When passion peaks, journey to Mount Wu together, he inexplicably recalled this phrase.

When he opened his eyes again, the only sound remaining around his ears was the howling of wolves.

“Awoo!”

Dozens of eyes glowing with green light stared at him without blinking, and a database of terrible premonitions flashed through his mind. His legs trembling, he turned his head to look, and as expected, Ye Xingchen had come along too. The small dark cloud was nowhere to be found. Although he had formed a contract with it, he did not yet know how to summon it out.

Rong Nianfeng’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. With an displeased expression, he asked the youth, who was covering his mouth and coughing, “Where is this?”

Ye Xingchen clearly looked incredulous as well. He choked for a moment before speaking with difficulty, “Mount Wu of the Xuantian Sword Sect.”

The emotions in Rong Nianfeng’s heart were complicated beyond expression. Creating clouds and rain and journeying to Mount Wu together had actually turned out to be completely literal.

Seeing the wolf pack drawing closer to them, Ye Xingchen could no longer care about anything else. He hid Rong Nianfeng slightly behind his back and said, “Do not be afraid. In a moment, I will draw the wolf pack away, and you will return to Lingyun Peak to ask Master for help!”

Rong Nianfeng’s brain worked rapidly, finally recalling another secret technique from that manual, which was called Ghost Weeping and Wolf Howling. However, where was he supposed to find a ghost? Furthermore, that secret technique could not be comprehended easily. If he were truly that powerful, he would not still be a helpless individual right now. He only possessed an inferior water spiritual root.

He looked at Ye Xingchen, who was blocking the path in front of him, and patted his shoulder. “Good brother, you are the protagonist so you will not die. I will take my leave first.”

Ye Xingchen dragged his sickly body forward, pressing one hand firmly onto his shoulder as he shouted at him, “Go quickly!”

“I want to leave, but you have to let go of me first!”

Ye Xingchen replied with a serious face, “We share blessings and endure hardships together. We do not seek to be born at the same time, but we seek to die together.”

Thus, amidst the raging wind and torrential rain, the two of them held hands and fled wildly while shedding tears. Behind them followed a pack of hungry wolves with glowing eyes.

The gale howled, causing Rong Nianfeng’s ears to ache with a buzzing sensation. Fortunately, Ye Xingchen still possessed a bit of spiritual energy left, allowing them to travel half the journey unsteadily by flying on a sword.

“I cannot go on, I am going to cough up blood!” Ye Xingchen cried out.

“Why are you coughing up blood now? There are wolves right below us!”

“Cough, cough, cough,” Ye Xingchen ultimately could not hold it in, leaning forward slightly as he coughed. His body was inherently weak and ill, and after this frantic ordeal, he felt simultaneously hot and cold, causing him to fall straight against Rong Nianfeng.

Rong Nianfeng looked down at the bottomless abyss of Mount Wu and let out a cold laugh. The heavens wished to bring an end to his Rong clan.

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