The Possessive Beauty Desires Me in Vain - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Regret

The moonlight cast a deathly pallor over the ground, illuminating everything with stark clarity.

Thus, Chen Hexuan saw Qi Yu slowly turn around. The cool moonlight fell upon Qi Yu’s soft features, making him appear even more bloodless. After seventy-seven days, Chen Hexuan’s gaze finally met those jade-green eyes once more.

“Senior Brother,” Qi Yu walked slowly toward him, staring directly up at him. “Are you surprised to see me again?”

Chen Hexuan’s gaze uncontrollably traced Qi Yu’s face, though his expression remained indifferent. “I simply didn’t expect that you were still alive.”

“Indeed,” Qi Yu blinked, a shallow smile gracing his lips. “I’m not dead. Senior Brother must be very disappointed.”

“Yes,” Chen Hexuan replied icily.

Despite his cold words, Chen Hexuan circulated his spiritual energy, gathering it around Qi Yu to prevent him from fleeing with Fu Gufeng.

“I don’t want to die yet,” Qi Yu paused, his lips curling upward. “I can’t bear to leave Senior Brother.”

Chen Hexuan clenched his fists, his brow furrowing. “So, you injured Master… just for the sake of ‘that kind of thing’?”

Qi Yu stepped closer, his eyes slowly scanning Chen Hexuan’s face. He laughed. “Of course. It’s rare for us to have a chance to do it, and I hate it when someone gets in my way.”

Chen Hexuan pursed his lips and looked down at Qi Yu, his voice freezing. “Qi Yu, let me go. Please.”

Qi Yu’s hand hooked around Chen Hexuan’s shoulder, his lips brushing against Chen Hexuan’s earlobe. He whispered, “I can’t. Senior Brother is mine. I can give up anything, but I will never give up you.”

Chen Hexuan, well aware of Qi Yu’s irrationality, felt his eyes darken. He grabbed Qi Yu’s hand tightly. “Are you truly this shameless?”

Qi Yu’s smile widened. He stood on his tiptoes, his lips pressing against Chen Hexuan’s Adam’s apple. “That is the kind of person I am. Don’t you know me by now?”

As those soft lips touched his sensitive throat, a wave of numbness surged through Chen Hexuan. He instinctively held his breath and jerked back. “I didn’t expect that even as a Sword Spirit, you would still crave such things.”

“With Senior Brother, I will never grow tired of it,” Qi Yu said with a smile.

“You are becoming… increasingly unreasonable.” Chen Hexuan frowned, trying to distance himself from Qi Yu’s proximity.

“I can’t help it. Who told me to love Senior Brother so much?” Qi Yu blinked. Using the hand Chen Hexuan wasn’t holding, he pressed against the back of Chen Hexuan’s neck, pulling his head down. Then, standing on his tiptoes, he pressed his lips against Chen Hexuan’s.

Qi Yu had kissed him many times. Sometimes it was just a brush of the lips; when he was persistent, he could pry open Chen Hexuan’s teeth to go deeper. Chen Hexuan rarely cooperated. His lips weren’t particularly soft—they were somewhat firm, and didn’t actually “taste good” like the novels described. Yet, Qi Yu always loved kissing him.

Or rather, he loved the expression Chen Hexuan made when being kissed—ascetic, restrained, like a deity who should never enter the realm of passion.

Qi Yu’s tongue traced the corner of Chen Hexuan’s mouth. As he kissed him, he thought: Who doesn’t want to see a god fall?

He wanted to see those cold eyes dyed with madness. He wanted to be the only thing reflected in them. Qi Yu knew he was wicked, but he wanted to drag Chen Hexuan down into the mud. Why should he be the only one struggling in the swamp?

Chen Hexuan suddenly shoved him away, his other hand gripping Qi Yu’s throat. He looked at Qi Yu coldly. “I thought you would give up after dying once. I didn’t expect your obsession to remain unchanged. Have you forgotten what it felt like to be killed by my hand?”

Under the moonlight, Qi Yu’s face was ghost-white. He looked up, a faint smile on his lips. “How could I forget? I crawled back from hell just to settle the score with you.”

“Forty-nine stabs in total. I remember every single one. I even remember the last strike was right here,” Qi Yu pointed to his own left chest. “Senior Brother, have you forgotten? Forgotten those forty-nine strikes?”

“You deserved it,” Chen Hexuan said without a change in expression, though his eyes darkened like ink.

How could he forget? During the first few days and nights after leaving the Demon Palace, those scenes replayed in his memory over and over, telling him: You killed Qi Yu.

“Good. ‘Deserved it,'” Qi Yu laughed. “But Senior Brother… it hurt so much.”

Qi Yu took Chen Hexuan’s hand and placed it over his own chest. “I no longer have a heart.”

Chen Hexuan felt the absence of a heartbeat beneath his palm. His eyes widened, and his mind went blank.

“Senior Brother, my heart will never beat for you again,” Qi Yu said, watching the complex emotions flicker across the other’s face.

Chen Hexuan involuntarily took a step back, jerking his hand away as if burned. He stared at Qi Yu, seemingly having much to say but unable to utter a word. A chill began in his palm and spread through his entire body.

The world was silent, save for the distant sounds of the awakened Sword Elders searching for Fu Gufeng.

Qi Yu took a step back and looked into the distance thoughtfully. “Senior Brother, I’m done playing with you for now.”

He smiled again. “As long as the Tai’e Sword exists, I will not disappear. You can never escape me.”

“I know you can’t bear to lose the Tai’e Sword. So… we shall meet again.”

With those words, Qi Yu turned into a streak of light and vanished.

Chen Hexuan knew that even if he disappeared, he had simply returned to the sword. He couldn’t go far. But Qi Yu’s words had left a deep mark. His palm still felt icy, as if it were still pressed against that silent, non-beating chest.

…

A moment later, Ren Xiao arrived on his sword. “Brother Hexuan! Why are you here? Have you seen Senior Sister Fu?”

Chen Hexuan felt no desire to smile. He said flatly, “Brother Xiao, what happened?”

Ren Xiao wiped sweat from his brow. “Someone knocked us out and took her. When I catch them, I’ll interrogate them thoroughly.”

Chen Hexuan nodded slightly. “I released her.”

Ren Xiao gasped. “What? No, you must have been bewitched by some villain. You wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“I let her go,” Chen Hexuan said seriously. “This matter had nothing to do with her.”

Ren Xiao was stunned. “Senior Brother, don’t protect the thief. It couldn’t have been you.”

“You heard correctly,” Chen Hexuan turned to where Qi Yu had vanished. “I was careless in my cultivation and suffered a deviation. I injured the elders, and I destroyed the Nine Pools of Fortune.”

He couldn’t tell them he was controlled by Qi Yu. He had to invent a reason. “When they ask, tell them the truth. Once I finish my duties, I will apologize to Master and the elders.”

…

In the distance, Qi Yu sat on a barren tree branch, looking back.

“What, do you regret it?” A heavy male voice sounded by his ear.

Qi Yu turned to see the golden beast-like pupils of the Divine Messenger. “What brings you here, Messenger?”

The Messenger lounged on the branch. “To watch the show between you and your little lover, of course.”

“There’s nothing to see,” Qi Yu murmured, his eyes still on Chen Hexuan. “Everything is moving in the direction you predicted. Don’t you trust me?”

“Do you regret saying so much to him?” the Messenger asked. “You meant to provoke him, to strengthen his resolve to send you to the Isle of Supreme Spirits. But love is hard to control, isn’t it? You couldn’t help but tell him your pain, wanting him to feel sorry for you, to soften his heart.”

Qi Yu clenched his fists, his last layer of defense stripped away. “What are you trying to say?”

The Messenger chuckled. “Don’t be so fierce, Xiao Yu. I’m just stating facts. Did the Inner Demon make you think there was still a chance? He loves you, he calls you ‘Baby’…”

“So you don’t want to die anymore. You think he might love you one day.”

Qi Yu’s face turned white.

“But think about it—why does he have an Inner Demon?” The Messenger smiled brightly. “It’s because he doesn’t want to love you. He wants to hide everything related to you away.”

Qi Yu recoiled as if struck.

The Messenger’s golden eyes sparkled in the moonlight. He whispered:

“Have you ever thought… your Senior Brother isn’t unable to love you… he just doesn’t want to love you.”

Qi Yu felt a wave of coldness paralyze him. He remembered the Inner Demon saying, “Every time he has a memory or emotion he doesn’t want, he dumps it on me.”

So, his efforts and his love were simply things his Senior Brother “didn’t want”?

“Stop,” Qi Yu interrupted with a bitter smile. “I know. No matter how hard I try, he will never love me.”

Because he simply doesn’t want to.

…

The psychological warfare from the Divine Messenger is brutal. Qi Yu is now convinced that his love is a burden to the “real” Chen Hexuan.