After Returning from a Faked Death, My Crazed, Rebellious Disciple Forced His Love Upon Me - Chapter 10

Ji Chen squeezed through the small hole in the wall. Because the opening was so narrow, he could only move by crawling. He did not know how long he had been crawling before he finally saw light at the exit. Upon squeezing out, he realized he was not outside yet; it appeared to be a stone chamber.

The chamber was vast, looking like a renovated mountain cave. On the far wall, there was another stone door. Holding a wine flask in one hand, Ji Chen gulped down the liquor as he slowly approached the door. With his other hand, he gave it a gentle push, and the stone door swung open. The wine was just sliding down his throat. However, the moment he saw the scene behind the door, Ji Chen could not swallow that mouthful of wine.

“Pffft!”

He sprayed it all out! Directly across from Ji Chen sat Guitong, eyes closed in meditation. Furthermore, it was a shirtless Guitong!

Great. His prison break had led him right into the face of the very culprit who had locked him up.

Strangely, even though Ji Chen, a full grown living person, had suddenly appeared and made noise by pushing open the door, Guitong did not notice him at all. He remained sitting on a circular jade platform raised slightly above the ground, his eyes tightly shut and his expression solemn.

The platform was made of Return-to-Yang Jade. Ji Chen could feel the heat radiating from it even from a distance. Ordinary people did not use this for meditation; it felt like a tray inside a microwave, just short of actually spinning. Ji Chen’s gaze finally landed on the conspicuous, years old wound on Guitong’s chest, a massive scar stretching from his left collarbone all the way down to his right ribs.

Ji Chen remembered this wound. He remembered it because he had inflicted it with his own hands.

Flashback

The young Guitong knelt before him. The heavy rain washed the blood from his face, but it could not wash away the ferocity in his expression.

“Shizun, the only reason I killed people to cultivate is because you never taught me swordsmanship! You only taught me those useless things, and you never cared for me or protected me!”

“I am not wrong! You are the one who is wrong! You are the one who pushed me to this point! Ugh! Ah!”

The young Guitong clutched a fresh sword wound on his chest in agony, collapsing into the mud and spitting out a mouthful of dark blood with resentment.

“Shizun.”

Under the torrential rain, despair and heartbreak flooded his eyes. His voice trembled uncontrollably, mixed with an imperceptible, stubborn sob. “Why?”

“Why treat me like this?”

“What exactly did I do wrong to make you, make you hate me this much?”

“Shizun, I only wanted you to love me a little more.”

“A little bit would have been enough.”

The memory cut off abruptly. Shortly after that moment, Guitong had completely fallen into demonhood. To put it succinctly, that long, hideous scar was the final straw that broke him.

Ji Chen lowered his head, his expression filled with complicated emotions. Theoretically, if he turned around and left now, he might still be able to escape. Yet, his body refused to listen to his brain, controlling him as he walked step by step toward the jade platform where Guitong sat.

Since Guitong had not noticed his presence for so long, this meditation was likely no ordinary session. He was probably healing. That explained the Return-to-Yang Jade. In his previous life, Ji Chen’s spiritual root was of the water element, and his sword intent was of the ice attribute. Anyone struck by his sword qi, even if they survived, would likely suffer from a lifelong, incurable cold injury. When the injury was not flaring up, it was manageable, but once it triggered, the cold qi would invade the body. It felt like being in a frozen purgatory; the internal organs would suffer frostbite, a fate worse than death.

While Return-to-Yang Jade could alleviate some of the cold qi, it could not cure the root cause. To heal it completely, the person who tied the knot had to be the one to untie it.

Ji Chen removed his outer robes layer by layer. As the clothes hit the ground, he stood completely naked once more. Then, he stepped onto the jade platform, spread his arms, and embraced Guitong’s waist from the front. He wrapped his arms around the man’s back and sat in his lap.

Guitong still had not woken up. In this state, he had likely severed his consciousness from the outside world so he would not feel too much pain during the flare-up. The man’s body was indeed like a block of ice, terrifyingly cold. It had even frozen the Return-to-Yang Jade he was sitting on.

Ji Chen also felt the chill, especially since he now possessed only the body of a mortal youth. He could not withstand this spiritual cold qi for long. To prevent himself from being frozen, Ji Chen decided to finish this quickly. He closed his eyes, steeled his heart, took a deep breath, and pressed his lips against Guitong’s without hesitation.

In that instant, Guitong’s eyelashes flickered, as if he felt something, but in his unconscious state, he still could not open his eyes. Ji Chen guessed he would not wake up, so he continued the deep kiss.

The soul, or the Primordial Spirit, was separate from the physical body. Ji Chen was injecting a portion of his own Primordial Spirit into Guitong. Only his specific spirit could dissolve this cold injury. Furthermore, the physical warmth of his body helped facilitate the healing.

After kissing for a while, Ji Chen finally felt the other man’s body lose its chill, eventually becoming burning hot. The cold qi vanished, and the symptoms receded entirely. At this moment, Guitong began to murmur softly like a sleeping child. He said many things, but Ji Chen could not hear them clearly.

Only the last sentence was unforgettable.

“Shizun, I only wanted you to love me a little more.”

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