There is Still Such A Good Thing? - Chapter 19

Xun Ye was secretly practicing his cultivation.

To avoid the risk of suffering a cultivation deviation, he did not enter a deep trance but sat cross-legged in the snow, listening to the movements inside the inner hall.

After Chen Jun finished crafting the glass statue of the little fox, he cared for it meticulously and even set up an array to gather spiritual energy.

With such vast spiritual energy, by tomorrow morning, it would surely transform into a rare spiritual tool above the spiritual grade.

Currently, there was no movement inside, so he assumed Chen She was cultivating.

Just as Xun Ye thought this and intended to risk entering a deep trance, he suddenly heard the sound of glass shattering.

Glass?

Xun Ye was startled and rushed into the inner hall.

However, before he could even get close to the jade platform, he felt a terrifying pressure wash over him. Xun Ye did not even have time to react before he fell to his knees with a thud.

The aura of the Cave Void Stage was displayed without restraint. Xun Ye was forced into a cold sweat. He struggled to lift his head, only to see claw marks like those of a wild beast on the stone pillars.

The meticulously crafted little glass fox had shattered before it could even gather spiritual energy, lying in a wretched state on the floor.

Xun Ye cried out: “Chen, Chen Jun?!”

The snow-white gauze surrounding the jade platform wrapped around Chen She in the center like a cocoon. Only a silhouette could be vaguely seen inside.

Chen She’s black hair was messy and trailing on the ground. He seemed to be struggling to restrain something; his breathing was heavy, seemingly carrying the low growl of a wild beast.

Boom.

Countless black talismans struggled out from within the cocoon like surging demonic energy, baring their fangs and swallowing Chen She’s body bit by bit.

Xun Ye was shocked: “Chen Jun, is this the Heart-Binding Contract?!”

Chen She’s voice was lower and hoarser than ever before, as if he were suppressing his trembling breaths, yet the murderous aura in his tone could not be hidden.

“Bring Wu Kunkun here.”

In a flash of lightning, Xun Ye realized Chen She’s intention, and his face changed instantly.

Yesterday, Lord Jufu had just met Wu Kunkun, and today Chen Jun’s Heart-Binding Contract had flared up. Coupled with Wu Lingchan’s aloof attitude earlier, Wu Kunkun must have been bewitched by his own father, inciting him to kill Chen Jun.

Xun Ye struggled to his feet and immediately headed off to capture Wu Lingchan.

Just then, a trembling voice came through the wind and snow outside the Bihantai.

“Chen Jun! I beg to see Chen Jun!”

When Xun Ye heard that it was the voice of the little sheep from Wu Lingchan’s side, he was so angry he laughed.

Does he dare to come and court death?

With a dark face, Xun Ye pushed open the door.

That little sheep was always scared until his four hooves went weak whenever he saw outsiders, and he would practically run away in terror if he even caught a glimpse of Chen Jun. Yet, at this moment, he had grown the courage to come to the Bihantai, kneeling in the snow in thin clothing.

When Qing Yang saw Xun Ye come out, his expression shifted, but he braced himself and said: “Young Lord…”

Xun Ye’s thumb clicked against his scabbard, and the blade slid out three inches. He said coldly: “What of the Young Lord?”

Qing Yang bit his lip hard, enduring the blizzard and Xun Ye’s pressure as he replied in a low voice: “The Young Lord has been acting strangely since waking from his dream. He is now in a deep sleep, and he has grown flowers on his body; they are about to spread to his eyebrows.”

Xun Ye was stunned.

Qing Yang pressed his forehead into the snow: “I beg Chen Jun to save the Young Lord’s life.”

Xun Ye was also confused for a moment.

He had assumed Wu Kunkun was the culprit behind the Heart-Binding Contract, but looking at this…

No, that was wrong.

The Heart-Binding Contract was incredibly vicious; the caster and the victim were bound by life and death. But it was only a one-way contract. If the caster was severely injured, the victim would be affected as well, even without active activation.

As he was thinking this, the door to the Bihantai suddenly opened.

Xun Ye turned to look and quickly greeted him: “Chen Jun!”

Chen She was expressionless, his black hair draped behind him. His indigo robes seemed to be stained with a few specks of blood, but there was no sign of anything unusual on his face. He looked no different from his usual powerful, elegant, and calculating self.

He simply replied with a faint “Hm” and walked away.

The moment he brushed past, Xun Ye vaguely caught sight of Chen She’s fingertips hidden within his sleeves.

They appeared to be the claws of a wild beast.

It was only for a second before they reverted to normal fingers.

Just as he wanted to look again, Chen She’s figure vanished into the wind and snow.

In the Danjiu Palace, the bed was wide and spacious. Wu Lingchan looked like a cat that only slept in the very center of the bed, curled up in a messy comforter. The flower-cluster tattoo was spreading on his wrist once again.

Chen She sat on the edge of the bed, held his wrist, and skillfully channeled spiritual energy into his meridians.

Wu Lingchan sensed the familiar aura and finally opened his eyes in a daze. The flowers that were about to spread to his eyebrows were fading in large patches, making his cheeks appear even paler.

His pupils were unfocused, and he could not quite see who was there, but he called out subconsciously: “Brother…”

Chen She’s fingertips paused, and he said warmly: “Yes.”

Wu Lingchan: “Brother… why do I feel uncomfortable? Why am I?”

Chen She’s eyelashes flickered, and his voice became even softer: “It will be fine in a moment.”

Wu Lingchan: “How long is a moment? Is ten thousand moments okay?”

“Yes.”

Wu Lingchan cleared his head and began to wait.

Chen She lowered his eyes to suppress the curse for him, and suddenly, he said for no reason: “As long as you do not defy your father, he will not act against you. Why do you not listen to his words?”

Wu Lingchan stared at him blankly.

Chen She’s fingertips paused, waiting for his answer.

Wu Lingchan looked at him, seemingly thinking, or perhaps just zoning out. Soon, he was attracted by the tattoo on his hand: “Hm? I blossomed again… How pretty. Let me pick them and put them in a vase.”

Saying this, he began to pluck the tattoos on his body by himself, counting to himself in the air, one, two, three, one.

Chen She: “…”

Chen She seemed to laugh.

Lord Jufu only wanted to kill Chen She through Wu Lingchan’s Heart-Binding Contract; he did not intend to kill Wu Lingchan along with him. The curse he placed was not complicated. Within a quarter of an hour, it was repelled by the spiritual energy, turning into a seed that crawled out from Wu Lingchan’s fingertips and fell off.

Wu Lingchan breathed evenly and finally stretched his limbs, sleeping in a sprawled-out position.

Chen She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him.

The vermillion mark in his eyes trembled erratically as if startled, and finally, it looked eerily like a scarlet eyeball, staring fixedly at the fingertips Wu Lingchan had dangling off the bed.

At the fingertips, there was a drop of blood.

Scarlet blood.

The pure-blooded demon race, tempered for hundreds of generations by demonic aura, possessed extremely pure bloodlines. It was a huge temptation for ordinary demonic beasts who gained consciousness from demonic energy, or even the fierce beasts in the Wangliao Tomb.

Veins popped out on the back of Chen She’s hand, as if some desire was spreading from his heart into his bones and blood, attempting to dominate his will.

It was just a drop of blood.

Swallow it.

Swallow him.

That tiny, invisible drop of blood emitted a fatal fragrance, forcing every demonic beast that smelled it to be left with only one thought in their minds: “Devour.”

Wu Lingchan felt cold while in a daze, so he turned over and called out: “Mobao.”

Xuanxiang, however, was tense, staring straight at Chen She. He was afraid he would not be able to protect Wu Lingchan, and all his spiritual energy was on guard against this person suddenly lashing out.

Finally, Chen She moved.

Xuanxiang’s heart sank slightly.

Chen She merely adjusted his robes and stood up, as if that fleeting desire and sinister gloom were just an illusion.

Xuanxiang finally let out a long sigh of relief, watching Wu Lingchan, who was still muttering about being cold, and sighed helplessly.

That was fine too. People who are heartless often live long.

At the entrance of the Danjiu Palace, Xun Ye waited outside with a guilty conscience. Seeing Chen She come out, he followed closely.

Although countless experiences had convinced Xun Ye that Wu Kunkun was just an illiterate child with no ulterior motives, whenever something happened, he would subconsciously think: “It must be Wu Kunkun.”

After all, no one expected that Lord Jufu would use such a method, utilizing Wu Kunkun’s severe injury to try to kill Chen She.

Is this really a biological father?

Xun Ye muttered to himself and could not help but ask: “Chen Jun, how is the Young Lord?”

“He is fine.” Chen She walked through the wind and snow, his expression indifferent, carrying a hint of lingering disgust. “I am going into seclusion today. Do not let anyone near the bamboo forest in the back hall.”

Xun Ye: “Yes.”

Chen She added: “Double the talismans on the Tonglan Hall.”

Xun Ye was startled. Was he preparing to leave Lord Jufu with no way to survive?

That made sense. Lord Jufu had already prepared to kill Chen Jun, so he should have stopped showing mercy long ago.

After giving his orders, Chen She walked toward the bamboo forest on the left side of the back hall. After a few steps, he suddenly said:

“Do one more thing for me…”

Since returning to the Demon Ruins, Wu Lingchan had barely had a good night’s sleep. This time, he had barely recovered from his injuries before getting hurt again.

When he woke up the next day, Wu Lingchan wanted to curse his father.

He had a hazy impression of what happened yesterday: Lord Jufu’s curse and Chen She’s rescue. Comparing the two, Wu Lingchan was even more furious.

His foster brother treated him better than a biological brother.

Yet his own father tried to torture his biological son to death.

Wu Lingchan was furious: “Mobao, you saw it yesterday, right? My father actually wanted to kill me! My brother is the good one; he has absolutely no malice toward me.”

Xuanxiang heard him calling “Brother” again and thought, indeed, there is no malice. But there was a slight hunger.

Wu Lingchan got up and dressed: “I want to go see Brother.”

Xuanxiang frowned: “You have a Heart-Binding Contract with him. You can easily kill him by just activating the curse. Do you really think someone like Chen She would allow his life to be held in someone else’s hands? It would be lucky if he did not find a way to kill you, yet you are still rushing over to deliver yourself to death?”

Wu Lingchan tilted his head and let the ink marks braid his hair, asking in confusion: “But he clearly saved me yesterday, so why would he kill me?”

Xuanxiang said: “Because of the Heart-Binding Contract. If you die, he does not think he will survive alone.”

“Then that is settled, isn’t it?” Wu Lingchan’s logic was clear: “Since he cannot kill me because of the Heart-Binding Contract, why should I fear him? Your logic does not hold up at all.”

Xuanxiang: “…”

Xuanxiang gave him an ugly braid on the back of his head with an expressionless face.

Wu Lingchan could not see it, and he trusted Mobao, so he happily went out.

The weather was clear and bright. Qing Yang was squatting in the yard, pulling up grass leaves to eat. Hearing the movement, he stood up: “Young Lord, is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?”

“Nope.” Wu Lingchan looked curiously at a bright red ball in the grass: “What is this?”

As he finished speaking, the ball suddenly let out a few soft whimpers, turned its head, and unfolded three fluffy tails. It was actually a little fire-red fox.

Qing Yang said: “This was sent by Lord Xun early this morning. He said it was a gift from Chen Jun to the Young Lord.”

Wu Lingchan raised an eyebrow: “Sent me a ball as a gift? What is the use of it being so fat? Is it edible?”

Qing Yang: “…”

The little fox seemed to have intelligence. Upon hearing this, it shivered in fear, hurriedly flicked its tail, and ran over, whimpering and ingratiatingly showing that it was very useful.

Qing Yang said: “Lord Xun said this is a new magic tool. After it recognizes its master, it can avoid any curse attacks in the world.”

Wu Lingchan bent down to pick up the little fox: “Oh my, this little thing is so cute.”

The little fox bit Wu Lingchan to recognize its master and whimpered even more pitifully.

Wu Lingchan held the heavy ball, reached out to poke it, and said: “Why does this magic tool have seams?”

Although the fox looked like a living creature, it was actually cool to the touch. He could vaguely see several marks on its body that looked like porcelain that had been shattered and glued back together.

Qing Yang was also puzzled: “Perhaps it is a characteristic of spirit-grade magic tools?”

“That is true.”

Wu Lingchan put the little fox down and ran to the Bihantai.

But just as he ran to the entrance, he was blocked by a barrier.

Wu Lingchan clutched the transparent barrier in confusion and shouted loudly: “Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother! Let me in.”

No one answered him at the Bihantai.

Wu Lingchan was very persistent, scratching the door while shouting “Brother” over and over.

Finally, he summoned Xun Ye.

Having misunderstood Wu Kunkun yesterday, Xun Ye felt a bit guilty today and said quite kindly: “Young Lord, Chen Jun went into seclusion yesterday. If there is anything, we will talk about it later.”

Wu Lingchan pressed his face against the transparent barrier, nearly making a ghost face: “Nonsense! Brother came to save me yesterday. How could he just go into seclusion without a word?”

“That is the fact. We do not dare to question Chen Jun’s decision.” Xun Ye said patiently: “Young Lord, calm your anger. Why don’t you let me take you to the Chufeng Study Hall of the Sizhuo Academy to play?”

“No, I want to see Brother.”

Xun Ye’s patience wore thin: “Or I can accompany you to…”

Wu Lingchan: “Why do you always want to go out alone with me? What is it? Do you want to be loyal to me? That is not impossible, but you can only be ranked third.”

Xun Ye said: “Young Lord, please suit yourself. The barrier cannot be opened anyway. Farewell!”

Lord Xun flicked his sleeves and left.

Wu Lingchan said to Xuanxiang: “His temper is not very good. I must be cautious.”

Xuanxiang: “…”

He only blames others; he is really good at that.

Xuanxiang was thinking this when he saw Wu Lingchan reach his claw into the space, as if looking for something.

“What? Not given up yet?”

Wu Lingchan had never known what “giving up” was. He soon found a teleportation talisman from a corner of his space.

This thing was drawn by Wu Lingchan himself, and it could only teleport a distance of one mile.

It finally came in handy this time.

Xuanxiang frowned: “You don’t intend to…”

Wu Lingchan nodded: “Yes.”

Being rejected and refusing to give up was one thing, but the most important thing was that his father had forcibly activated the Heart-Binding Contract yesterday. Chen She must have been affected, yet he had specifically come over to remove the curse for him.

Wu Lingchan was worried that his seclusion was due to the Heart-Binding Contract.

He also wanted to ask him in person how to break the contract to eliminate the impact on Chen She as soon as possible.

Xuanxiang seemed to want to stop him, but he also knew that Wu Lingchan’s foul temper could not be reasoned with; he had to hit a wall himself to remember the pain.

Wu Lingchan did what he said; he never wasted time.

He pinched the crooked talisman and activated his spiritual power.

The talisman flashed suddenly and was activated immediately.

Wu Lingchan’s figure disappeared from the Danjiu Palace in an instant.

Activating this talisman was like teleporting in the void; a distance of one mile was covered in a single breath.

However, Wu Lingchan felt like he had just activated it when suddenly a cool, bone-chilling spiritual power slammed down on his head.

Wu Lingchan was caught off guard and fell down with a woop.

Bang.

Wu Lingchan nearly hit the ground face-first, sitting up while grimacing in pain.

A bamboo leaf drifted down from his head, and the spiritual power above had not yet dissipated.

Wu Lingchan gripped the bamboo leaf in confusion.

Was it this thing that swiped him down?

Wu Lingchan muttered to himself, climbing up in confusion to look around.

This place was completely different from the Bihantai; it looked like a small world, with nothing but green as far as the eye could see.

It was a bamboo forest.

Wu Lingchan was taken aback.

Could it be that he teleported to the back mountain of the Sizhuo Academy?

That is more than one mile. Could it be that his talisman array cultivation had become successful without him knowing?

At this moment, a faint sound of breathing came from his ear.

Wu Lingchan looked toward the sound and was slightly stunned.

In the deepest part of the bamboo forest was an array, covered in layers of bamboo leaves. Something like a wild beast was curled up in the middle of the clearing, sleeping soundly.

Wu Lingchan tilted his head.

The wild beast looked like a chimera; its shape was like a wolf, but it had horns; its body was like a lion, but it had scales on its arms; its tail was like a leopard, but it had clusters of fire. Its whole body was jet black, and there were complicated talisman patterns between its eyebrows. Its figure was huge and majestic, and even its breathing carried an aura of intimidation.

What is that?

Wu Lingchan looked over, hesitating.

The chimera looked majestic, but it seemed to be bound by an invisible force. Countless talisman patterns flowed in the void, suppressing it so it could not move freely.

Wu Lingchan looked around and found that behind the chimera was a long path, which he had seen yesterday when he came to the Treasure Pavilion.

Could this still be the Bihantai?

Why did Chen She raise such a fierce, terrifying demonic beast in his backyard?

Wu Lingchan secretly compared their combat power. Well, judging by the size, one bite could swallow two of me. Judging by the cultivation, hahaha, let us not talk about cultivation.

This fierce beast must have a reason to be kept here by Chen She.

Better run first.

Wu Lingchan decided to run, and he did.

But just as he started running, the sleeping beast seemed to smell something, suddenly opening a pair of deep purple animal pupils filled with wildness and murderous intent, staring straight at him.

Wu Lingchan: “…………”