They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Waking Up

Inside Li Palace, Leng Lici sat cross-legged on the bed, frowning at the unconscious, bloodless Yun Qingwu. His golden eyes were dark and turbulent.

“Yun Qingwu, you had better wake up for this Lord, or I will certainly grind your bones to dust!”

After saying this, he closed his eyes in annoyance.

Something must be wrong with me. I actually thought about using my own spiritual consciousness to help mend the soul of this person who doesn’t value his own life!

Why did I bother to snatch this white-haired beast back?

Muttering curses under his breath, Leng Lici pulled aside Yun Qingwu’s collar, revealing the half-blooming twin lotus on his collarbone, which was glowing brightly. He stared at it for a moment, then leaned down and pressed his left ear against it.

The twin lotuses merged into one, and the light intensified.

Leng Lici entered Yun Qingwu’s Sea of Consciousness.

…

The Ice-Snow Plateau, which had been in the Sea of Consciousness, had collapsed into fragments. Void darkness filled the entire Sea of Consciousness, and gusts of wind howled toward Leng Lici.

He raised his right hand to shield his face. The next second, a beam of sunlight shone down, forming a haven around Leng Lici. This was the only “sun” still hanging high above the ruins.

Leng Lici looked up at the Divine Origin. Yun Qingwu’s Divine Origin was originally forcibly implanted after birth. After the torture of the Dismemberment punishment, it was already precarious, and the fragments outside the light were accelerating their dissipation.

Leng Lici sat down cross-legged, no longer dwelling on unnecessary thoughts, and began to mend the fragments.

His own injuries had not fully healed, and his spiritual consciousness was also damaged. By the time he had repaired one-third of the fragments, he was already feeling exhausted.

Outside the Sea of Consciousness, Leng Lici’s face was as pale as paper, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, his demonic consciousness was also slightly unstable. Just as he was about to collapse from exhaustion, the Divine Origin forcibly injected a wisp of sunlight into his body.

Fatigue and pain receded in that instant. Leng Lici felt his body suddenly lighten. He gritted his teeth, accelerating his mending movements. Finally, before nightfall, he stitched all the fragments back into their original places.

The strong wind stopped, and the Ice-Snow Plateau returned to its original state.

Leng Lici struggled to drag his body across the ice and snow. Inside a cave, he successfully found the familiar white figure.

The massive white Baize was curled up in a ball, just as he had seen the last time he entered the Sea of Consciousness, its fluffy tail resting under its head, sleeping soundly.

“Hey, white-haired beast.”

Leng Lici walked forward and nudged the Baize’s head. The Baize’s eyelids fluttered but showed no sign of waking up.

“Yun Qingwu.”

Leng Lici called softly, his voice weak.

The other party naturally couldn’t respond to him.

Leng Lici transformed into his original form and nestled beside the Baize. His two fox tails draped over the Baize, and he murmured: “This Lord is absolutely not tired.”

…

The Heavenly Realm.

After the farce, the discussions and gossip had largely disappeared from the surface.

In the grand hall, the Celestial Emperor’s face was severe, and the officials below were silent in fear.

“God of War, what is your opinion?”

Yang Duan stepped forward, his eyes still burning with anger: “Your Majesty, your servant believes we should immediately eradicate Mount You Su and rescue the Sovereign.”

“Your servant volunteers to lead the troops!” Li Qingyang and Yang Yuanli simultaneously knelt on one knee, offering to lead the military action.

The Earth Mother stepped forward, bowing slightly: “Since Qingwu is currently at Mount You Su, leaving aside the fact that our recent military deployment has not yet fully recovered our vitality, sending troops now might put Qingwu in greater danger.”

“Mother God speaks wisely.”

Yun Ya also stepped forward: “Father God, I believe our most important task now is to ensure Qingwu’s safety and bring him back. We should prioritize negotiation.”

The Celestial Emperor pursed his lips and remained silent.

Wen Qu Xing Xu Lin, seeing this, also stepped forward: “Your Majesty, your servant also believes that the Sovereign’s safety should be paramount. We only have one Sovereign.”

Some words were left unsaid. The Celestial Emperor’s brow did not relax, but he eventually conceded: “If that is the case, Mountain Cloud Sovereign, you shall bring the Medical God to Mount You Su soon.”

“Yes, Father God.” Yun Ya bowed, her taut mind relaxing slightly.

…

Yun Qingwu felt himself within boundless clouds and mist. No matter which direction he walked, he could not see the end.

But he vaguely remembered being on the execution platform. Where was he now?

“Yun Qingwu, how long do you plan to sleep?”

A familiar voice sounded. Yun Qingwu stopped walking. He recognized it as Leng Lici’s voice.

“Leng Lici?”

He tried to respond, but the person clearly couldn’t hear his voice.

“I haven’t settled the score with you for scheming against this Lord. Are you trying to welch on your debt?”

Scheming?

Yun Qingwu was somewhat speechless. It sounded like he hadn’t schemed against him. At most, he just went along with the situation. How could he be welching?

“I’ll give you three more days. If you don’t wake up, this Lord vows to let the Three Realms run red with blood soon!”

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingwu’s brow furrowed. Hadn’t he learned his lesson? Did he want to do it again?

He began walking around again, trying to find a way to escape.

After all, that was truly the kind of thing Leng Lici would do.

He didn’t want to carry another layer of sin on his conscience.

He continued walking. Just as he began to feel disheartened, a different scenery finally appeared amidst the whiteness—a giant Banyan tree.

He remembered this Banyan tree. It grew at the entrance of Naze Kingdom and was the Naze people’s favorite spot in the summer. The Banyan tree’s branches and leaves were lush, forming a natural shade.

Every summer, this was the place for gatherings and recreation.

Why was this tree here now?

Yun Qingwu quickened his steps, moving from a brisk walk to a run. He ran past the tree, and the whiteness before him suddenly dispersed. He found himself in a village.

The people in the village were unfamiliar faces, yet there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Is this Naze Kingdom?

He walked around, filled with suspicion. The villagers here were poorly dressed, and their diet and life only allowed for a difficult subsistence. Furthermore, the village was surrounded by desert; this was the only oasis in the area.

“What are you drawing?” An elderly woman by the roadside asked a child who was kneeling and worshipping a painting.

The child’s eyes were filled with innocent wonder. He pointed to the portrait: “This is Great God Baize. My mother said that if we worship him often, he will surely protect our lives and make them better!”

The old woman looked thoughtful and nodded: “Then I will offer this bouquet of flowers to Great God Baize.”

These scenes did not belong to Yun Qingwu’s memories, but the familiar closeness intensified. He wanted to explore more, but the mist swept over him again, and his consciousness sank back into darkness.

…

Leng Lici sat by the bed, his lips pursed, his jaw tight as he stared at the person on the bed, as if trying to bore a hole through him.

Ear Mouse timidly took the pulse on the side: “Your Honor, this… this patient’s spirit essence is generally fine now. It just needs some time to recover before he wakes up.”

“This Lord clearly saw his eyes move just now.”

Leng Lici was serious.

“That… that is normal.”

Ear Mouse packed his medical kit, ready to retreat at any moment: “As… as long as he’s alive, there will be some reaction. Your Honor doesn’t… doesn’t need to worry.”

“Did this Lord say I was worried?”

Leng Lici insisted stiffly, but his hand couldn’t help but touch Yun Qingwu’s eyelid.

“Your Honor, Your Honor, the Heavenly Realm visitors have arrived,” a small demon reported, entering the room.

Leng Lici’s eyes narrowed. He got up and left the palace, heading toward the entrance of Mount You Su. The immense irritation he felt was barely suppressed when he saw that the newcomers were only a Goddess Lord and an old man.

“What? I haven’t come to settle the score with you, and yet you’ve shown up on my doorstep?”

Yun Ya’s gaze fell on Leng Lici, her emotions complex. She had only met this little nephew once before and had immediately felt affection for him. Later, when she heard he had perished, she secretly regretted it.

Now seeing him grown up, she felt both relief and a touch of melancholy.

“Have you looked enough?”

Leng Lici’s tone was hostile.

Yun Ya withdrew her gaze and pushed the Medical Immortal next to her forward: “Qingwu’s injury is a shattered spirit essence, which ordinary physicians cannot save. This is the Medical Immortal. He might have a cure.”

“No need.”

Leng Lici didn’t even look at the Medical Immortal and turned to leave.

“Wait—can you let me see Qingwu?” Yun Ya immediately added upon seeing his reaction.

Leng Lici turned his head, only giving them a side glance, and continued walking inward.

The Medical Immortal was already reluctant to come to Mount You Su, and seeing Leng Lici’s attitude, he grew even more displeased: “Why did you abduct our Sovereign?! What do you intend to do?”

Leng Lici did not stop walking.

Feeling slighted, the Medical Immortal attempted to force his way in, but Yun Ya held him back: “We cannot force our way in. If not this time, we will try again later.”

The Medical Immortal angrily flicked his sleeve: “Utterly outrageous!”

…

In the following days, Yun Ya, the Medical Immortal, and Li Qingyang continuously visited Mount You Su, attempting to see Yun Qingwu, but they were all denied entry by Leng Lici. Eventually, they couldn’t even catch sight of Leng Lici himself.

Until the God of War, Yang Duan, losing all patience, sneaked past Yun Ya and stormed into Mount You Su.

“Fox demon, come out! I will take my disciple back today!” Yang Duan wielded his broadsword, and the guards at the entrance of Mount You Su who tried to stop him fell in swathes.

You Sumu, who was inside, initially wanted to act but was dissuaded by You Suqian.

Leng Lici heard the commotion outside, exasperated, and drew his bone sword to meet him.

…

In his haze, Yun Qingwu vaguely heard the sound of fighting.

“You fox demon, take this strike!”

“You old man, it seems the last lesson wasn’t enough!”

Following this was the sound of items crashing to the ground.

He frowned, recognizing one voice as Leng Lici’s. The other voice…

Was it Master?

He quieted his mind, trying to listen more clearly. He only heard a voice, presumably his Master’s, laughing loudly: “Hmph, did you think I came unprepared today?”

Leng Lici’s voice was accompanied by a rapid gasp, followed by another fierce burst of fighting. The heavy sound of something crashing to the ground thudded.

Yun Qingwu felt anxious.

Both of them were stubborn when fighting; the battle wouldn’t end until one admitted defeat.

But Leng Lici should still be injured…

No…

He struggled forcefully.

He couldn’t let them continue fighting!

Whoosh—Whoosh—!

The darkness finally receded. The somewhat dim light entered Yun Qingwu’s eyes. He moved his body, and a piercing pain struck him.

Even though Yun Qingwu wasn’t afraid of pain, he narrowed his eyes for a moment.

The sounds outside showed no sign of diminishing.

Yun Qingwu struggled to sit up, wanting to get out of bed to see what was happening. However, as soon as he propped himself up, he found that his foot was shackled by an arm-thick iron chain.

Yun Qingwu: “…”

“It’s too early to talk about winning or losing!”

“Ugh—!” A cry of pain rang out from outside, though he couldn’t tell whose it was.

Yun Qingwu tried to unlock the chain but failed. He could only form a hand seal with his right hand, sending his ice spear out first.

The moment the ice spear burst through the door, the fighting outside instantly stopped. A figure rushed in immediately.

After rushing in, the person merely stood by the head of the bed, frowning and staring at him.

Yun Qingwu surveyed Leng Lici, relieved to see he had no new injuries. He pointed to the chain on his foot, a slight curve on his lip: “Demon Lord, what is the meaning of this?”

“That’s right! What is the meaning of this?! Release him immediately!”

Before Leng Lici could speak, Yang Duan, who had followed him in, saw the chain on Yun Qingwu’s foot. The anger on his face intensified, causing his long beard to tremble slightly.

Leng Lici stepped in front of Yang Duan, blocking Yun Qingwu, and looked down at Yang Duan: “He is my prisoner. I treat him however I wish. What does it matter to you?”

“You—!”

Yun Qingwu, who had been slightly embarrassed that his Master had also heard his earlier comment, saw the two about to clash again. He quickly put aside his embarrassment and said: “Master, I’m fine. Don’t listen to his nonsense.”

Leng Lici was displeased: “You think I’m talking nonsense?”

“You call this nonsense?” Yang Duan walked forward and shook the iron chain.

Yun Qingwu rubbed his temple, suddenly feeling a headache beginning to throb.