After the Pretend Aloof Master Overturned His Cart - Chapter 1

The snow fell silently, and the cold wind brushed against his face. Jiang Zhou stood under the eaves in a simple blue robe, quietly watching the snow drifting in mid-air.

He was tall in stature, his expression was indifferent, and his pure, beautiful features were hidden beneath his ink-black hair. When looking at people, just a single glance carried a coldness that surpassed even the winter snow.

This was the fifth year since he had been abducted by Ji Yunlang.

Five years ago, when Ji Yunlang broke into the Qingxiao Sect, Jiang Zhou was watering the field of flowers on the mountain.

It was a fine day, at the time when the sunlight was at its peak. A dark bolt of spiritual light knocked over his water bucket and threw him down into the flower field.

In an instant, dark clouds pressed down upon the borders, and from the foot of the mountain came the savage howling of demons and ghosts, along with the terrified cries of the crowd.

Ji Yunlang leaned his body down and pressed over him.

They were entangled passionately in the flower field. Jiang Zhou’s neck was bitten by him until it bled, and amidst the messy, heavy panting, he heard him say: “You come with me, or I will finish you off right here.”

The snow melted in his palm, bringing a slight chill, and Jiang Zhou snapped back to reality.

In the next moment, his shoulder softened as a pair of hands draped a snow-white fox fur cloak over him. Ji Yunlang hugged him from behind and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Snow drifted down from the trees, making a rustling sound. Jiang Zhou did not speak.

Ji Yunlang seemed to be used to it, and his dark purple eyes fell upon the section of the neck that was close at hand.

When the fox fur was draped over him, it loosened his collar,恰好 revealing the exquisite silver chain collar around his neck at this moment. Along with the scattered red marks on the side of his neck, it revealed a few hints of an affectionate spring mood in the wind and snow.

Ji Yunlang’s gaze fixed upon it for a moment, the strength in his arms loosened, and he took hold of the hand hanging at Jiang Zhou’s side.

Jiang Zhou was pulled into the room by him, his sleeves swaying, revealing the identical silver chain on his wrist.

When he was pressed onto the couch, Jiang Zhou raised his hand to brace against his chest, his brows slightly furrowing.

In the next moment, his wrist was held and pinned to the side. Ji Yunlang kissed the side of his neck, while his other hand had already hooked onto the sash of his robe.

Jiang Zhou’s breathing grew heavier for a moment. Not until his clothes were pulled completely loose did he lower his eyes to look at the head buried in his chest, uttering two words: “Looking at the snow.”

A light laugh came from beside his ear, and that head moved, biting down on something.

Feeling Jiang Zhou’s body shudder, Ji Yunlang propped himself up, gathered Jiang Zhou’s collar together, flipped over to lie on the side, and grabbed one of his hands to fiddle with the silver chain for amusement, saying not without disappointment: “Master replied to me all too timely.”

Yet his eyes were filled with laughter as he looked at him by the light from the window.

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Zhou sat up, gave him a faint glance, and pulled his hand out.

Ji Yunlang paused, the laughter in the depths of his eyes dissipating by more than half. As if throwing a tantrum, he grabbed it again.

Jiang Zhou pulled it out once more.

Ji Yunlang stopped moving, his gaze gloomily staring at him. Jiang Zhou turned his head to look out the window, leaving him with an aloof profile.

Ji Yunlang eventually left anyway. Before going, he brushed Jiang Zhou’s hair and said, “Master, have a good rest.”

Jiang Zhou ignored him, turning his neck so much that it went stiff amidst his disciple’s increasingly dark gaze.

Only when the door shut did he abruptly release his strength, tumbling backward and falling entirely onto the bed.

Great, he couldn’t speak again.

And “what are you looking at” in this broken place, besides trees and snow, what else could one look at? If you want to ask, just ask, yet you insist that others answer.

He had been admiring the scenery alone just now, wanting to lament, “This tree is really tall, this snow is really white,” but unfortunately he got stuck, and even after building himself up for a long time, he didn’t succeed.

The moment Ji Yunlang appeared, everything changed. Their master and disciple hearts were connected; a few words actually let him squeeze out two whole words.

He was terrified that Ji Yunlang would continue chatting with him, so he had to hurry up and send the person away, otherwise they would spark another fire again.

Ji Yunlang’s technique was very good; he knew how to make him feel good, and knew even better how to make him hurt.

Before he went out to look at the snow, half an hour ago, they had just rolled around for a round. At that time, Ji Yunlang pressed down on him, biting his ear and asking, “Is it comfortable, Master?”

Jiang Zhou’s head was buried among the brocade quilts, leaving only soft pants, yet he would not speak.

Ji Yunlang was set on making him open his mouth today, turning his eighteen kinds of martial arts skills over and over. Jiang Zhou stubbornly did not utter a single word, only glaring back at him with red eyes when pushed too hard.

Any question between the bedsheets was unanswerable. If he answered it was comfortable, Ji Yunlang would sneer, make him hurt, and say, Do you really think you are here to enjoy yourself?

If he said it wasn’t comfortable, Ji Yunlang would laugh again, making him hurt even more, and ask, How about now?

At times like this, Jiang Zhou rejoiced that he had a good mouth that didn’t like to speak. Ji Yunlang had loved to make a fuss since he was a child; no matter how one dealt with him, it was wrong, endlessly so.

Directly doing what needed to be done and ignoring him was enough.

Jiang Zhou closed his eyes, wrapped himself in the quilt, and went to sleep.

It was cold outside the house, but the room was warm, the spiritual fire burning vigorously. His whole body slept until he was warm and cozy, sleeping all the way until nightfall.

He was woken up by hunger.

The room was dim, illuminated by the crimson spiritual fire. Jiang Zhou lay on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He raised his hand, bringing about a soft clinking of the silver chain. There were already slight fractures on that chain. His hand moved a bit, and a sliver of spiritual light overflowed from his fingertips, vanishing in an instant.

The greatest inconvenience of this spirit-locking chain that Ji Yunlang put on him was that it caused his mortal body to be hungry every day, needing to eat every single meal.

He estimated the time; by now, Ji Yunlang should be coming to call him for dinner.

Going to Ji Yunlang’s room usually ended up with him staying the night in his room as well.

As for why he didn’t go by himself… Jiang Zhou curled his lips.

What a joke. He wasn’t a mortal; could he actively go look for food just because his stomach was hungry?

Half an hour later, Jiang Zhou went out the door.

For something as important as eating, why couldn’t he?

The snow had already stopped, but the wind was not small, scratching his face with some pain. Jiang Zhou stepped on the accumulated snow and walked forward slowly.

This was a residence Ji Yunlang had found, still within the Immortal Continent. It wasn’t large, and only the two of them lived here.

Jiang Zhou knew he had a spacious palace in the Bafang Region. That place was overrun with demons and ghosts, and the malevolent aura surged to the skies. Jiang Zhou went once and was nauseated into vomiting each time. Fortunately, Ji Yunlang did not bring him to live there.

Arriving outside Ji Yunlang’s room, the door was half-ajar, seemingly blown open by the wind. The spiritual fire inside the room was unlit, pitch black.

His original intention was to come see what Ji Yunlang was doing to delay opening the meal for so long, but he didn’t expect to see no one at all.

It was too cold outside. He had forgotten to drape a cloak over himself when he came out, and it was impossible for him to enter Ji Yunlang’s room alone, so he turned around wanting to leave.

Before he had walked two steps, a gust of wind suddenly swept past behind him, and something fell heavily to the ground. Jiang Zhou’s footsteps paused, and he turned around.

Ji Yunlang had fallen in the snow. The fabric in multiple places on his shoulder blades and lower back was already torn, his red clothes stained with blood, soaking out an even deeper hue.

The boiling killing intent around his body caused the snow beneath him to melt, flowing to Jiang Zhou’s feet mixed with blood.

He paused for a moment, walked closer, and dragged the person up. Ji Yunlang was in a coma, falling directly into his embrace, staining him all over with blood and filth.

He futilely brightened his spiritual energy, sighed, dragged Ji Yunlang into the room, and threw him onto the couch.

The pressure on the wounds caused Ji Yunlang to emit a muffled groan. Jiang Zhou’s gaze fixed upon his body, his hands placed at his collar, then paused.

After a moment, he wanted to withdraw his hands, but his wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.

The strength wasn’t great, and the palm was very cold. On the couch, Ji Yunlang half-opened his eyes, a dark trace flashing in his ghostly purple eyes, “Master.”

Jiang Zhou did not move.

Ji Yunlang was so pale from the pain, yet he still curled his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, grabbing Jiang Zhou’s hand and placing it on his own neck, covering it and tightening, “What did Master want to do just now, like this?”

The aura that had been boiling around his body all along gained consciousness because of his awakening, wrapping around Jiang Zhou loop by loop, forcing him to lean down and look straight into Ji Yunlang’s eyes, hearing him ask: “Did Master want to kill me, and then leave?”

Seeing that Jiang Zhou merely looked at him indifferently without uttering a single word, the darkness in Ji Yunlang’s eyes grew even deeper.

He pulled Jiang Zhou down, kissing his lips along with a heavy scent of blood. Jiang Zhou’s brows furrowed tightly, and he pushed him away with a hard shove, violently tearing open his clothes before Ji Yunlang could speak.

The wounds were agitated, making Ji Yunlang groan in pain. Jiang Zhou did not stop for a moment, stripping his upper garment completely bare, throwing it to the floor, and turning around to slam the door shut as he left.

As soon as he came out, he shivered from the cold, feeling that his stomach wasn’t that hungry anymore. He couldn’t help but sneer in his mind; it seemed he was full from anger.

He slapped away the remaining aura attached to his body and flicked his sleeves to leave.

He didn’t notice that something down at his side went along with him, falling to the ground with a clack.

Jiang Zhou went to the hot spring in the backyard.

By the shore, the garments stained with blood and filth fell completely, and he submerged himself down to the bottom of the water.

Closing his eyes, there were swinging cleavers, savage howls, and splattering flesh and bones.

The aura of the Bafang Region made one want to retch.

That was a wild and desolate place where the weak were meat and the strong ate them, a gathering place for all paths of demonic beasts and evil spirits. Jiang Zhou once felt that even the blood in that place was fishier than the outside.

The warm water current enveloped his entire body. Having held his breath for a long time, a bout of dizziness hit his brain, yet he did not want to go up.

Not until the water waves sloshed, and the cold wind on the shore, thick with anger, rushed to the bottom of the water to lift him up, did Jiang Zhou snap back to reality.

Opening his eyes, he met a pair of purple eyes suppressing rage. Ji Yunlang had already treated the wounds on his body, yet at this moment he soaked into the water again, pressing him against the wall of the pool, asking: “What is Master doing?”

Jiang Zhou felt it was baffling, thinking in his heart: Bathing.

He remained silent. Ji Yunlang pinched his lower jaw, approaching closely and saying: “Staying in the water for so long without coming out, do you want to drown yourself?”

Whether I die or not, can this Master not feel it myself!

However, he furrowed his brows slightly. He had lost all his spiritual power, and he had indeed stayed at the bottom of the pool for too long, yet he surprisingly hadn’t suffocated all this time. Why?

Just as he was wondering, Ji Yunlang, after a cold laugh, carried him to sit on the shore and raised one of his legs, “Since you have rested well and even have the strength to seek death, then it certainly cannot be wasted.”

The bandages on the wounds were blurred by the water, bringing about a significant scent of blood. Jiang Zhou glanced at the red stained in the spring water, and then averted his eyes; he did not want to do this kind of thing in bloody water.

“Yunlang.”

Hearing the voice, Ji Yunlang raised his eyes to look at him.

Jiang Zhou’s expression was faint. He sat halfway on the pool platform, with one leg still draped over his waist, silently making eye contact with him.

Heat mist rose between the two of them. Ji Yunlang looked at his face through the water vapor, his breathing gradually becoming heavy. The hand pressed on his shoulder moved along to clasp the back of his neck, leaning over to kiss his lips, then suddenly let out a muffled groan. Looking down, Jiang Zhou’s leg was neither leaning to one side nor the other, precisely bracing against the wound on his waist.

Ji Yunlang furrowed his brows, accurately found the identical position on Jiang Zhou’s waist, pinched it heavily, tilted his chin up, and continued to kiss.

Jiang Zhou originally wanted to endure it, but that hand on his waist was so heavy it felt like it was going to twist off a piece of his flesh. Waves of pain came one after another, hurting him so much that his mind became unsettled, and he accidentally bit Ji Yunlang’s tongue.

Jiang Zhou thought to himself: Not good.

In the next moment, Ji Yunlang directly withdrew his lips, his two eyes staring straight at him, the two words “not pleased” practically written all over his face.

Jiang Zhou fell silent.

He wanted to say: This Master did not do it on purpose. Just now it was merely my teeth accidentally contacting your tongue. This is a very common little interlude in a kiss, and did not mix in any personal emotions.

Unfortunately, if he truly possessed such skills of having a tongue that could bloom lotuses, he wouldn’t have degenerated to his present state.