My Nemesis Won’t Let Go After I Broke His Heart - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Gu Yanzhou’s entire body went stiff; he didn’t dare budge at all.

He felt a bit of warmth at his chest and, looking down, he actually saw He Qingyuan reaching into his robes to fish for something.

With a crisp ring of a bell, the Heart-Clearing Bell that Gu Yanzhou had just hidden away was pulled out by He Qingyuan.

Gu Yanzhou reached out to snatch it back, but he was pushed away by a powerful force from behind.

He stumbled, nearly falling. Turning around with a face full of fury, he stared at He Qingyuan with a deep frown. “Give it back to me!”

Gu Yanzhou extended his hand, summoning courage from who-knows-where to demand it from He Qingyuan.

“Give it back to you?” He Qingyuan held the bell between two fingers, the coldness on his face like the arrival of ice and snow. “Why steal things?” His tone was flat; though it was a question, no emotion could be heard.

Gu Yanzhou was a bit anxious. “I didn’t steal anything, don’t slander people,” he wanted to step forward to argue, but after just two steps, his vision went black, and he fell face-down on the ground without warning.

Only after sinking into darkness did Gu Yanzhou regain a bit of clarity—if this continued, he was afraid his identity would be seen through by this cold-faced freak.

He lay on the ground, throwing a tantrum and refusing to get up, shouting loudly, “The cultivators of the Qingning Sect are hitting people!”

Gu Yanzhou’s ruckus didn’t draw any outsiders, but it did wake up He Sijun, who was unconscious nearby.

He Sijun supported the wound on his forehead and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing his palm was a gory red, he couldn’t control himself and started screaming, “So much blood! Help!”

Gu Yanzhou propped his chin up from the stone floor and raised his head, casting a very surprised gaze at the youth who was spinning around in a panic nearby.

He let out a sigh and then climbed up from the ground, bored.

He Qingyuan supported the shouting youth, channeling spiritual power into him to steady his mind. He seemed to discover something and suddenly looked up at Gu Yanzhou, his eyes full of vigilance yet remaining silent for a long time.

Gu Yanzhou felt a bit guilty…

He turned his head to avoid the other’s projecting gaze, feigning composure as he said, “What are you looking at, there’s nothing to see…”

He Sijun gradually regained consciousness and said feebly, “Master, it was this young hero who saved Jun’er, do not make things difficult for him.”

“I know,” He Qingyuan spoke slowly, still staring at Gu Yanzhou. “Furthermore, the demonic energy on your body… is gone.”

He Qingyuan let go of He Sijun and walked toward Gu Yanzhou.

His gaze was sharp and his face solemn, actually forcing Gu Yanzhou to retreat step by step.

“You, what are you doing!”

Gu Yanzhou retreated to the edge of the bed. Lacking a steady footing, he sat down hard on the bed planks, his hands flailing behind him in a panic. He wanted to escape backward but his ankle was grabbed by the approaching He Qingyuan.

The strength in He Qingyuan’s hand was immense; with one tug, he pulled Gu Yanzhou back, but because he didn’t control the force well, he pulled him right into his embrace.

Warm breath danced back and forth between the two. Gu Yanzhou looked up to see He Qingyuan’s vermilion lips; he reached out wanting to touch them—it seemed this was the only bit of “mortal dust” he could touch on this man’s body.

He Qingyuan grabbed Gu Yanzhou’s hand, stopping this reckless behavior.

He Qingyuan gently pressed his fingers against Gu Yanzhou’s wrist, lowering his head and saying in a heavy voice, “You have been tainted by demonic energy. Just who are you?”

He let go of the person before him and took a step back.

Gu Yanzhou squeezed the wrist that had just escaped restraint and stood up by propping himself against the bed frame. After a moment of thought, he still played dumb: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He gathered his courage and rushed toward He Qingyuan’s side, wanting to take the opportunity to leave this place.

A flash of cold light entered his eyes, and a blue-bladed precious sword appeared in He Qingyuan’s hand. The blade landed unerringly right next to Gu Yanzhou’s neck.

Gu Yanzhou froze on the spot, not daring to move.

He Qingyuan looked sideways at the slightly panicked Gu Yanzhou with an expressionless face.

“Just what do you want!” Gu Yanzhou was getting a bit anxious.

Could it be that this cold-faced freak noticed something?

He Sijun crawled over. “Master, this hero was only tainted by demonic energy because of me. Disciple begs Master to take him back to the Qingning Sect for treatment.”

He sobbed with every breath, his words not at all coherent. “If he dies, Disciple will feel guilty for a lifetime.”

Gu Yanzhou’s eyes darted around like a thief’s, instantly coming up with a way to handle this.

He slowly raised his arm to test the waters. Seeing that He Qingyuan had no major reaction, his courage grew.

He used his finger to push aside the sword at his neck, grinning and putting on a dim-witted look in an attempt to muddle through.

The arm he had extended fell naturally, patting He Qingyuan’s chest with force, rubbing back and forth incessantly. “Got any money? Give me money and we’re settled. I won’t cling to you guys either, how about it?”

“This cheap life of mine, dying sooner or later is still dying. Why not enjoy life a bit earlier? I’ve heard this underground gambling house has many exotic beauties,” Gu Yanzhou closed his eyes and intentionally made “tsk tsk tsk” sounds, “very fragrant indeed.”

He opened his eyes and added a sentence, “Give me the money.”

He Qingyuan’s brow furrowed slightly as he placed the sword against Gu Yanzhou’s neck again.

The sword moved even closer to Gu Yanzhou’s throat…

Gu Yanzhou felt hollow inside; it was truly difficult to continue entangling with this cold-faced freak.

He had heard that this Immortal Lord Fu Yun was untainted by the mortal world and hated it most when others made intimate moves toward him.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly and pressed right against him.

Gu Yanzhou tilted his head and pressed against He Qingyuan’s chest, exhaling warm breath into his embrace. One hand hooked around his waist while the other continuously rubbed against his left chest. His voice became even more delicate and soft: “This noble young master has an extraordinary bearing. Using the young master’s ‘one night of spring breeze’ as collateral isn’t out of the question either~”

Gu Yanzhou laughed softly, waiting for He Qingyuan to break his composure and push him away.

At the same time, the Witch-Moon Butterfly caught the scent of “lustful fragrance.” It rested on Gu Yanzhou’s right shoulder, scattering a large amount of powder.

The purple-red powder rose along the parched, hot breath of the two, fluttering before He Qingyuan’s eyes.

He Qingyuan was startled and lowered his head to look for the source of the powder.

The Witch-Moon Butterfly sensed a dangerous aura, turned invisible, and dissipated, but a trace of it was still captured by He Qingyuan.

He Qingyuan’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at Gu Yanzhou huddled in his embrace in disbelief.

For an instant, he actually appeared a bit panicked, only then daring to calm his mind and slowly confirm. In the end, he could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart.

Memories of past intimacy flooded his mind; his earlobes and neck turned completely red.

The other remained silent for a long time. Gu Yanzhou, feeling anxious, couldn’t help but look up to peek.

The moment their eyes met, he pushed He Qingyuan away in a panic.

Because he had clearly heard the other’s answer.

It was a slowly spoken, “Okay.”

Added to the other’s flushed cheeks, it didn’t look like a lie…

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat awkward; Gu Yanzhou kept his head down, not daring to look at He Qingyuan again.

Now that his arrogant streak had passed, he regretted immensely why he had provoked this cold-faced freak.

His gradually heating cheeks itched slightly, so he lowered his head even further.

“Whoosh—”

A streak of white light sliced through the silent night sky outside the door.

He Sijun was drawn to the white light. He wiped away the tears from his eyes and his expression instantly became tense. He hurriedly spoke to remind him, “Ma—Master, a Qingning Sect disciple is in danger nearby.”

“Wait for me here,” He Qingyuan pulled a money pouch from his robes and stuffed it into Gu Yanzhou’s hand, giving instructions with an uneasy tone.

Gu Yanzhou held the money pouch, at a loss.

He Qingyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around, and stuffed the Heart-Clearing Bell back to Gu Yanzhou as well.

Gu Yanzhou held the Heart-Clearing Bell in a bit of a daze. Watching the master and disciple gradually vanish in the distance, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He toyed with the Heart-Clearing Bell in his hand and, looking down, he actually saw that the clothes on his body were covered in filthy black bloodstains. He pulled at his collar, lowered his head to sniff carefully, and then immediately looked around the room for clean clothes.

A purple-red long robe on the clothes rack caught Gu Yanzhou’s eye.

He took the clothes and measured them against his own body; they were surprisingly a good fit. He happily accepted them, changing out of the tattered and stinking hemp clothes.

Gu Yanzhou scratched his chin and murmured, “This set of dirty clothes pressed against that cold-faced freak’s spotless green robes… and he actually endured it for a moment.”

He shook his head to clear the cluttered thoughts from his brain, determined to go do something big!

He summoned the Witch-Moon Butterfly, letting her lead the way ahead.

Not long after, he found an underground entrance in the courtyard. He cautiously lifted the stone slab and walked down the stone steps.

The narrow, dark corridor gradually became spacious and bright. The roars of demonic beasts and wave after wave of jubilant cheering could be heard very clearly.

Gu Yanzhou quickened his pace until the space before him suddenly expanded, forming a circle.

The upper side of the circle was a simple beast-fighting arena constructed from thick logs, while the lower side was a semi-circular viewing platform built from stones.

The crowd on the platform cheered excitedly, holding up their betting slips and shouting at the side they had wagered on: “A bunch of trash, fight already! Don’t make me lose money!”

Following the crowd’s gaze forward, one could see that more than half of the youths inside the cage were already dead or injured. Only two youths remained, holding on.

They were covered in filthy blood, using their weak bodies to block the giant black snake demonic beast before them, preventing the monster from approaching their companions behind them.

Gu Yanzhou released the Witch-Moon Butterfly to block the demonic beast that was roaring and approaching the two youths.

He crossed his hands and slowly closed his eyes.

The giant black snake instantly fell into a frenzy. Its two round black eyeballs seemed to sprout pink ‘love heart’ bubbles, which it kept firing toward the ‘serpent beauty’ on the high platform.

It shook its body violently, slamming again and again into the solid logs that would take three people to embrace.

The crowd on the viewing stands saw this and wanted to run, but they were stopped in time by Gu Yanzhou.

In an instant, the entire viewing stand was filled with pained screams. They were trapped deep within the “snake monster eating people” illusion woven by Gu Yanzhou…

Gu Yanzhou withdrew the Witch-Moon Butterfly and tightly clutched his rapidly beating chest.

He found it hard to support his body and knelt on one knee on the ground.

There was no spiritual power available in his body; everything he had just done was consuming the mental energy of this physical body.

Right now, even standing up was a bit difficult for him.

At this time, the demonic beast broke through the cage, jumped onto the viewing stand, and was licking the ‘serpent beauty’ in its eyes with its snake tongue full of barbs.

A wisp of bright red flowed from the corner of Gu Yanzhou’s mouth. He wiped it clean with his hand and spat the bloody water onto the ground, using his hands to support his knees as he stood up.

He used the two fingers of his right hand to point at the center of his brow, wanting to change the illusion for this demonic beast…

“Whoosh—” A feathered arrow glowing with blue light zipped past his ear, forcing him to stop the movement of his hands.