After the Stand-in Hugged the White Moonlight's Thigh Tightly - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Waiting

Although the person in front of him shared the same body as Song Chenxi, Ruan Mingyu instinctively felt he had become very dangerous.

Ruan Mingyu murmured: “Where is Song Chenxi? Are you still him?”

Song Chenxi felt his body overflowing with power. A smile played on the corner of his mouth, and his heart had never felt so exhilarated. He raised his hand. Colorless spiritual energy gathered in his palm, and due to the sheer quantity, it manifested as a wave of white light. It was hard to imagine the kind of devastation it would cause.

What was he doing?!

Did he want to destroy everything here?

“All of you… go die…” Song Chenxi’s voice became extremely aged and completely unlike his original voice. He sounded as if he were being manipulated by something, exhibiting reactions that weren’t his own.

The Song Chenxi Ruan Mingyu remembered was not a saint, but he would never strike at the innocent.

Although Song Chenxi had temporarily stopped the female lead’s violent actions, it hadn’t changed the fundamental problem.

The uncontrollable person had simply shifted from the female lead to Song Chenxi.

“Stop!”

Ruan Mingyu shouted loudly, charging toward him.

The giant deer lying on the ground blinked. Immediately after, everything around Ruan Mingyu gradually faded in color, and he was enveloped in a seven-colored light.

He looked up and saw the phantom image of the giant deer.

It opened its mouth, but the voice was that of the female lead.

Ruan Mingyu questioned: “The Delusion is incurable, isn’t it? You were lying to us all along!”

The giant deer lowered its eyes, its expression sorrowful: “This is the last thing I can do to help you.”

A drop of blue blood floated in the air—the female lead’s heart blood.

Ruan Mingyu quickly caught it with a bottle.

“Go, go stop everything he’s doing.” Her voice became incredibly ethereal.

In Ruan Mingyu’s field of vision, he saw two deer, one large and one small, running toward the forest. That was where they belonged.

And everything around him gradually returned to the real scene.

The difference from just moments ago was that only he and Song Chenxi were standing. Everyone else was collapsed on the ground. The area beneath their feet had become a hellscape.

Ruan Mingyu couldn’t believe these things were actually happening.

“Senior Brother, wake up.”

“Senior Brother…”

He called Song Chenxi’s name over and over, but the only thing left in the other party’s eyes was indifference. He stared at Ruan Mingyu as if looking at an unimportant stranger.

When the opponent’s sword point turned toward him, Ruan Mingyu’s heart uncontrollably ached.

He never imagined that one day they would face each other in battle.

Their swords clashed.

In a sword fight, Ruan Mingyu was certainly no match for Song Chenxi, but no matter what, this battle was unavoidable.

He didn’t want to see Song Chenxi make any more mistakes.

When Song Chenxi’s sword struck, Ruan Mingyu didn’t dodge. Instead, he met the attack head-on.

What could he do to stop Song Chenxi’s behavior?

No one else should get hurt!

“Stop,” Ruan Mingyu practically begged, yet the other party’s gaze was utterly cold, as if he didn’t recognize him at all.

“I understand you better than anyone. You are not a cruel person. You would never do anything wicked. If you wake up and find out you’ve harmed so many people, you’ll be sad.”

“Senior Brother, I don’t want you to be sad.”

Song Chenxi’s face became severely contorted. It was as if two souls were fighting inside his body—one clamoring to kill everyone here, the other restraining itself to preserve his original personality.

Ruan Mingyu’s eyes were full of pleading, hoping Song Chenxi would wake up.

Song Chenxi’s sword was about to cut across Ruan Mingyu’s neck, but it stopped just half an inch away. There was a voice in Song Chenxi’s mind constantly screaming to kill the person in front of him.

But deep within his body, he didn’t want to do that at all. He didn’t want Ruan Mingyu to suffer even the slightest harm. His movement froze, and he stared intently at Ruan Mingyu.

The next moment, Song Chenxi began wildly fighting himself, his left hand attacking his right. After a frenzy, one of the souls in his body seemed to gain the upper hand. He looked at Ruan Mingyu: “Little Sparrow, I won’t get better. If my life must end, I hope it is by your hand.”

The next moment, he screamed and roared again: “I’m going to kill everyone here!”

He could no longer control himself and said to Ruan Mingyu: “Do it.”

Ruan Mingyu picked up the sword on the ground and aimed it at Song Chenxi.

He looked at Song Chenxi, and the sword in his hand wavered.

“Do it!”

Blood, blood-red blood stained Ruan Mingyu’s cheek. In that instant, he felt strangely relieved.

Two swords simultaneously pierced the other party’s chest. The difference was that the sword at Ruan Mingyu’s heart pierced straight through his chest, while Song Chenxi’s heart only had a sword mark.

He endured the pain and sent the drop of blue blood into Song Chenxi’s heart.

Intense pain surged like a tide. Blood uncontrollably flowed from his mouth, soaking the front of his robe. Ruan Mingyu’s hand gently stroked Song Chenxi’s face.

“Senior Brother, it’s time to wake up.”

Ruan Mingyu used his last ounce of strength to speak this sentence.

“Senior Brother, live well…”

Now Ruan Mingyu was truly exhausted. He needed a good sleep. As for whether he would ever wake up, he didn’t know.

His hand slowly dropped.

Song Chenxi’s pupils gradually focused. He stared blankly at the blood covering him.

What had he just done?

Seeing the situation before him clearly, he sobbed hysterically. Ruan Mingyu lay silently in his arms, quiet and peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep.

But, Song Chenxi couldn’t feel his heartbeat anymore…

He was dead.

No, Ruan Mingyu couldn’t just die like this.

Song Chenxi pressed his ear to his chest, listening to the barely perceptible heartbeat.

Under the immense grief, he was unable to cry.

Song Chenxi held him close, speaking hysterically: “You’re not dead, are you? You liar, you’re lying to me again. I always believe you so easily. Wake up right now! Don’t lie to me anymore!”

The people who had collapsed earlier gradually regained consciousness due to the dissipation of the immense power.

They saw the man who had gone berserk completely disregard everything and pour all of his cultivation into the “corpse” in his arms.

Why go through all this trouble? If Ruan Mingyu could even be saved, Song Chenxi’s cultivation would be completely gone. He would be worse than an ordinary person and could never cultivate again, essentially cutting off all ties with immortal cultivation and longevity.

And it was highly questionable whether Ruan Mingyu could be saved at all.

After a long time, Song Chenxi stood up. In his arms was Ruan Mingyu, covered in blood, his hand drooping, seemingly having breathed his last.

Song Chenxi whispered: “He’s not dead. He’s just fallen asleep.”

He carried Ruan Mingyu to that small bamboo forest house, nourishing him day and night with his spiritual power, waiting for the day Ruan Mingyu would wake up.

He could wait ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, as long as Ruan Mingyu would wake up someday…