They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: The Eruption

Yun Chuan didn’t understand why Leng Lici suddenly became excited, but he didn’t intend to investigate further: “I have said all I needed to say. Look out for yourself.”

“Is the God Lord worthy of teaching me right from wrong?”

Leng Lici stood up straight, his chin slightly raised, his expression cold and arrogant: “You’ve played the moralist for so long that you’ve even deceived yourself. Scarlet Flame God Lord, how dare you talk about recognizing mistakes? Well, have you recognized yours now?”

Yun Chuan’s footsteps paused. He looked back at the red-haired youth trapped in the pool again. An unwarranted sense of grief and pity swept up from his heart.

“Ugh—”

A sharp pain shot through his mind. Yun Chuan reached up to cover his forehead, then forcibly suppressed it by circulating his powers.

Since the extermination of the Deer Clan, he had suffered from intermittent headaches. He had only recovered somewhat after several days in seclusion, but now it had recurred.

Once the severe stabbing pain subsided, Yun Chuan didn’t spare Leng Lici another glance and walked straight out of the celestial prison.

Leng Lici watched Yun Chuan leave coldly. Only when the figure was completely out of sight did he turn his head and close his eyes again.

…

Azure Bamboo Residence.

Yun Qingwu held the bowl, feeding spoonfuls of rice paste to Xiao Dao one by one. Xiao Dao pouted, turning her head in the opposite direction every time the spoon came near, mumbling vaguely: “Awwoo—”

Her little legs kicked restlessly.

“Be a good girl, Xiao Dao, eat something,” Yun Qingwu coaxed patiently, but with little effect.

“What good is it if you don’t eat?”

Yun Qingwu gave a self-mocking laugh: “Has that father of yours ever worried about you?”

Xiao Dao: “Mmmwuu—”

“Forget it. If you don’t want to eat, then don’t.” Yun Qingwu put down the rice paste and closed his eyes wearily.

During the days at the Azure Bamboo Residence, no one came to ask for gossip, but Yun Qingwu’s heart was far from peaceful. Often, he didn’t even dare to look into Xiao Dao’s eyes.

It was as if by avoiding the sight, those difficult decisions could be avoided altogether.

“Hey! Be careful!”

Yun Ya’s voice snapped Yun Qingwu out of his dazed thoughts.

When he opened his eyes, Yun Ya had already acted, catching Xiao Dao just as she nearly fell off the chair.

“What are you spacing out about?!” Yun Ya looked at her nephew with a touch of blame.

Yun Qingwu looked at Xiao Dao with guilt: “I’m sorry, Baba didn’t mean it.”

Yun Ya held Xiao Dao in her arms, patted her back soothingly, and then reached out to pinch her cheek, smiling: “Oh, you’re adorable. That nose really looks like yours.”

“Aunt, why did you come today?” Yun Qingwu’s mood lifted somewhat, seeing that Xiao Dao was much better than before.

“Oh, I came to see you and your brother.”

Yun Ya adjusted her hold on the child and took out a silver torque, hanging it around Xiao Dao’s neck. Xiao Dao curiously licked it with her tongue.

Yun Ya smiled and pulled it away: “Good girl, this isn’t for eating.”

Seeing this scene, Yun Qingwu finally managed a slight smile: “Father God isn’t here today.”

Yun Ya nodded and squeezed Xiao Dao’s hand again. She had only been thinking of some old matters, but the past was like smoke, and perhaps she didn’t need to dwell on it anymore.

More importantly, it was her nephew.

“Qingwu, some things are now decided, which might not be a bad thing for you. You should focus on the people in front of you and consider the future.”

Yun Qingwu keenly sensed the hidden meaning. He looked at Yun Ya: “Is there already a result?”

Yun Ya nodded: “Father God has decreed that the Fenxing (Dismemberment) punishment will be carried out soon. Your brother will oversee the execution.”

Dismemberment?

Yun Qingwu’s heart trembled. Even though he was mentally prepared, when everything was truly finalized, he still didn’t know how to accept it.

The Dismemberment punishment was one of the cruelest in all of the Heavenly Realm’s chastisements. It usually involved first inserting a humanoid torture device made of 9,900 sharp needles into the body of the punished, followed by lightning strikes. This forced the recipient to endure the pain of their spirit shattering while conscious, until utter annihilation.

“Why… Grandfather God…”

Yun Qingwu was puzzled. Even if Grandfather God was determined to execute Leng Lici, there was no need to use such a cruel method.

In his memory, the Dismemberment punishment had never actually been carried out.

Yun Ya: “I was a bit surprised at first, too. Although Leng Lici is guilty of countless crimes, the death penalty is sufficient. Perhaps Father God has his own considerations.”

Yun Ya handed Xiao Dao back to Yun Qingwu, changing the topic: “Father God has agreed to spare the child’s life, but Qingwu, you still need to be more mindful.”

Yun Qingwu accepted Xiao Dao, forcing a faint smile: “I understand, Aunt.”

…

After this, Yun Qingwu returned to the Clear Cloud Palace with Xiao Dao. The Bed God and other drinking friends visited every day. Yun Qingwu didn’t refuse, simply using the alcohol to reduce his frequency of thinking and the pain he didn’t want to feel.

Until one day, perhaps these people had laid aside their worries, or perhaps they were simply busy with official duties, no one came to the Clear Cloud Palace.

Yun Qingwu leaned against the tree, drinking the wine in his cup intermittently, looking at the night sky.

Tomorrow was the day Leng Lici would be punished.

In the dark blue sky, several streaks of light of different colors suddenly burst open. The light briefly illuminated the dark night before fading away, like fireworks in the mortal realm.

The God Lord of the Dipper was setting the stars.

Yun Qingwu stared blankly at the “fireworks” blooming and falling, as if transported back to the night of his birthday in the mental realm.

Only this time, the annoying person was no longer by his side.

He raised the wine flask, drained it in one gulp, and refilled it.

Why…?

His thoughts gradually became mixed under the influence of the wine, but he still desperately wanted to know why that half-fox insisted on going this far?

Since it was destined to come to this, why did he let him harbor these inappropriate fantasies?

He staggered to his feet, feeling it was absolutely necessary to go and ask him face-to-face, to ask him what exactly he wanted, and whether…

…he had ever thought about him…

…

Inside the vast, icy celestial prison, Yun Qingwu could see the confined red figure in the center at a glance. Leng Lici’s hands were bound by iron chains, but he lacked his usual agitation. His eyes were closed, his chin slightly lowered, looking completely sound asleep.

Against all expectation, Yun Qingwu detected a hint of resignation in his posture.

This caused the frustration that had been building up in Yun Qingwu’s heart over the past few days to escalate into anger.

Anyone could resign themselves to fate, but Leng Lici should not.

“Are you surrendering already?” Yun Qingwu walked unsteadily to the edge of the pool, holding the wine flask.

The closed eyes opened. Leng Lici looked at Yun Qingwu without emotion: “Isn’t this the result the Sovereign wanted?”

Yun Qingwu took another sip of wine, self-mockingly: “You think this is what I wanted?”

Leng Lici looked at Yun Qingwu, whose clothes were not as neat as before, slightly wrinkled, with a few stray strands of hair escaping. A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes: “The one being imprisoned is me. Why do you look like the one who has been hurt?”

“Yes—”

Yun Qingwu laughed a few times, looking away and murmuring softly: “Why indeed?”

“Leng Lici.”

Yun Qingwu called out softly.

Leng Lici frowned: “What?”

“Shouldn’t we cultivate together now?”

Yun Qingwu looked back at those slightly impatient golden eyes. The gold was dazzling yet aloof, instantly sparking a sense of resentment and anger amidst his inner unease and struggle.

Leng Lici hadn’t expected Yun Qingwu to bring this up suddenly. He glanced at the chains, his tone slightly sarcastic: “Isn’t the Sovereign’s request rather redundant?”

“Anyway, once tomorrow passes, the bond between us will naturally be severed. You—”

Before he could finish, the surrounding ice suddenly melted away, and a fierce, alcohol-laced kiss sealed his lips.

It was less a gentle, affectionate kiss and more the relentless biting of a beast driven past its tolerance.

The scent of blood mixed with wine spread across Leng Lici’s lips and tongue. He froze for a moment, then immediately opened his mouth and bit back. They exchanged savage kisses, their tongues and lips throbbing with tiny pinpricks of pain, neither willing to concede an inch.

The constant pain provided relief to the black hole that had been expanding in Yun Qingwu’s heart over the past few days. Yet, at the same time, the sense of resentment within him swelled, almost piercing his heart.

He turned his head and savagely bit the neck of the person in his arms, simultaneously flipping him over and pressing him firmly onto a piece of floating ice, releasing his spiritual consciousness.

Leng Lici realized Yun Qingwu’s intention and immediately began to struggle: “Yun Qingwu, what are you doing?!”

Yun Qingwu ignored him. He moved his index finger, and the chains, which had been separate, immediately twisted together, forcibly binding Leng Lici’s hands at one point.

A torrent of kisses instantly rained down.

The foreign, forceful pressure left a searing heat on Leng Lici’s skin, yet the perpetrator was still unsatisfied, extending his conquest downwards.

The place that had never been subdued suddenly fell, and the overwhelming sense of losing control brought by the immense pleasure made Leng Lici unusually panicked. He instinctively wanted to escape such a passive scenario and struggled even more violently.

But their spiritual consciousnesses were too familiar. The white divine consciousness tightly wrapped around the red demon consciousness. The sensation of intimate licking was transmitted to the body without reservation. The undeniable pleasure caused Leng Lici’s body to suddenly go limp, and his inner resistance was largely diminished.

For a moment, the silent prison was filled only with their heavy breathing and the sound of water rippling.

Leng Lici bit down hard on his teeth, as if trying to guard his last battleground, refusing to let out a single moan. Only the fox ears on the top of his head, drooping slightly, and the constantly sweeping tails behind him revealed his turbulent emotions.

Yun Qingwu tightly embraced Leng Lici with a clinging desire. His teeth moved from the neck to the slightly drooping fox ears.

Leng Lici’s body trembled again. His fox tails fiercely swept out, trying to clear away the bothersome thing on top of him.

But after sweeping only half a circle, these tails were completely encircled by a white tail.

“Yun Qingwu, are you done or not?!” he snapped, his voice breathless with anger.

“Not done.” Yun Qingwu’s voice was also extremely unsteady. He added: “Leng Lici, you and I are not done.”

No sooner had the words fallen than Leng Lici’s body suddenly stiffened. A foreign sensation was recklessly spreading within his body.

Pleasure and pain surged together. Every part of his body was enveloped in the clear, cold essence of the snow mountain. His body, which he thought could adapt, began to struggle again.

He wanted to curse, but his words were disjointed. Instead, he bit his lip hard, leveraging his legs against the ice, trying to change the situation and regain control.

“A’Ci…”

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

The intimate name made Leng Lici pause, forgetting to struggle for a moment.

It was at this moment that a greater impact rushed into his body without warning, and the forcefully suppressed breath suddenly lost its defense.

“A’Ci…”

“A’Ci…”

“A’Ci…”

The calls in his ear came again and again. The voice was full of deep affection and reluctance, along with some emotions he couldn’t quite decipher.

Suddenly.

A warm droplet fell onto his shoulder.

He abruptly stopped struggling, allowing his body to sway in the water, reaching the peak of pleasure under the other’s command.

The refreshing scent of mint diffused amidst the ambiguity, leaving its trace in every corner of the icy prison.

At the same time, a cold spiritual energy coursed through his body. Leng Lici felt his body being rapidly repaired.

He raised his head, wanting to clearly see Yun Qingwu’s face and ask what he truly meant.

But before he could see clearly, the kiss descended again. Yun Qingwu covered Leng Lici’s eyes with one hand, whispering: “Close your eyes.”

His vision suddenly plunged into darkness, amplifying the sensations on his body and his hearing many times over. Leng Lici felt he was losing control of his body. This dissatisfaction made him bite back fiercely, expressing all his emotions through his mouth.

Leng Lici’s compliance made Yun Qingwu more and more immersed. All his previous thoughts were cast aside. In his eyes and heart now, there was only the person in front of him.

Long after, the heat gradually receded. Yun Qingwu did not loosen his grip on the person in his arms even slightly. Their hair blended together, the red and white forming a stark contrast, yet somehow perfectly harmonious.

Clink—

A coolness touched Leng Lici’s wrist. He looked down and saw a golden bracelet on his wrist.