My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Zheliu had been asleep for a long time.

He seemed to have had a very hazy dream.

He dreamt of the past, he dreamt of the time when he had just entered the Ling Xiao Sect. He dreamt of devoting himself to the path of sword cultivation, diligent and unfatigable, in the eyes of his teacher, he was the clear choice to take up his mantle. He dreamt of his growth, when he had received the Ling Xiao Sword from the hands of his teacher, took up the position of Sect Leader, sitting above all the realms.

All of these were his memories.

They were the memories from before his body was damaged.

His memories continued to flow forward and very quickly he had already seen half his life, until it drove him to the memory of when he had tried to repay everything back to his benefactor —— mending the Realm Boundary.

He’d weighed the pros and cons, and pondered heavily over the matter, and in the end, he had still chosen to go down this path. He thought that he was able to completely repay everything, he would no longer have regrets. He could enjoy his remaining years and spend his last days in peace.

But when he had reached a deadend, he wasn’t able to hold on to the chance of living the rest of his days in calmness, when he was carefully interrupted by a great devil who had boney thorns all over his body. The latter planted his broken roots back into the enriching soil, and patiently took care of him, stood by him, compelling him to grow again and forcing him to come back to life.

Resurrection…….

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The dreamscape belonged to the darkness. His fractured mind seemed to suddenly come back together.

Jiang Zheliu opened his eyes.

The Tan Lamp was still letting out a dull glow, from the angle he was lying in, he couldn’t see a window, so he could not tell what time it was. In the lamp, there was only a natural flame, the broken parts of soul that were floating around in the lamp had disappeared.

He had an awful migraine but he endured it. His gaze moved slowly around him until he saw the person on the other side of the bed.

The little devil was on the other side of the bed keeping him company, as if he was also sleeping.

He suddenly felt that there was something very different about him.

His pair of hard devil horns had become brighter in colour, with blood-coloured patterns running all over them, it was incredibly unpleasant to the eye. When he leaned in closer, there was even a strong scent of devilish energy.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand, and found that even in that moment was difficult for him.

He didn’t really understand what was going on. He didn’t know whether Wenren Ye had dug him out of his grave, or if he had found some method to reincarnate him into someone else’s body. His memory was also a little fuzzy, the images in his mind were unclear.

The little devil had his eyes closed, he had a look on his face that Jiang Zheliu had never seen before, it was indescribably pitiful.

He lifted up his hand with difficulty and touched the devil horns. Wenren Ye woke up because of this, and lifted his head.

The two of them looked at each other, without saying a word for a short while.

Those deep purple eyes stared at him deeply as if he suspected himself to be dreaming. But he quickly discovered that this was not a dream but in fact, reality.

The little devil could not take his eyes off him, and didn’t not speak for a long time. When he wanted to open his mouth to speak, it was as if his throat had been blocked by something, not even a tiny syllable was able to escape from his mouth. He could only reach out and slowly stroke the other’s cheek.

Jiang Zheliu let him touch him, he thought that this reaction was not particularly normal. But he had not fully awoken properly yet, so he was also unable to speak and in an instant, he was swept up into Wenren Ye’s arms.

Warm, expectant and even a little painfully out of control.

Wenren Ye rarely held him so tightly. But at this moment, he really did believe that he was going to crush all of his bones, but at the same time, the other’s emotions attracted his attention even more.

Jiang Zheliu did not feel any happiness in the other’s embrace, on the other hand, he felt that Wenren Ye had entered into some sort of unending torment. A kind of painful torment that had gone on for too long that it had become permanent.

With the hand that he was able to move, he slowly stroked the other’s back to comfort him, but was not able to stop Wenren Ye from tightening his embrace, until he felt his tears moistening his lapel and burning his skin.

……. The little devil was actually crying.

The shame that Jiang Zheliu felt in his heart started to spread, he wanted to say something but he was unable to say anything, all he could do was try to comfort the little devil. And then, he felt his wrist being grabbed, his hand was wrapped up by a large palm, his slender fingers curled up and brushed against Wenren Ye’s sleeve.

Without waiting for him to react, the fingers that were caressing his check stopped on his chin, he felt the other’s lips upon his own, without even a hint of lust, it was as if he just wanted to be close to him, wanting to confirm that he was truly awake.

Perhaps, for the remainder of Wenren Ye’s life, he would not recognise the words “Parted Forever.”

Jiang Zheliu was unable to get away, but he also didn’t necessarily want to, he let Wenren Ye touch him and kiss him. The little devil only lightly kissed his lips and then did not continue. He lowered his head and buried it in his beloved’s shoulder, and then whispered: “Aren’t you angry anymore?”

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…….. Angry?

Jiang Zheliu would never have expected that he would ask this, he had no idea why he would think that, and he didn’t understand why he would ask this question. He could only pretend to understand and looked into that pair of deep purple eyes.

“Did you not want me anymore before?”

The question was said with much grievance that Jiang Zheliu questioned himself somewhat even though he had never said such a thing. His throat slowly recovered, and his body was gradually awakened by the return of his souls, and he was slowly able to speak.

“…… What? …….. *cough*.”

He wasn’t able to ask properly but instead he coughed out a sweet jade pearl from his throat.

“It doesn’t matter.” The little devil didn’t seem to care about getting an answer but instead began to rub his horns against him and then lowered his head to kiss him on the forehead, “as long as you don’t ignore me again.”

Jiang Zheliu: …….

What the hell happened during the time before he was resurrected. He’d already been kind of dim-witted, but now he seemed…. utterly…….

Jiang Zheliu wasn’t able to continue down that train of thought as the other had looped his arms around his waist tightly. The little devil grabbed his hand, each finger was gently massaged until he slowly recovered movement in them.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his arm, and got rid of the remaining stiffness, and then returned to hold the other’s hand, he then asked: “How long….. Have I been sleeping?”

His sharp mind made him avoid using the word “dead”, and he successfully cleared the minefield.

Wenren Ye looked into his eyes as if it had been a very very long time that he hadn’t seen these eyes open, and he slowly replied: “En.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong to make you ignore me.” The great devil who was suppressing his energy stared at him, everything he said was with complete calm and incomparable sincerity: “Could you not be mad at me anymore, I will do anything you want, don’t abandon me….. I only want you.”

Although Jiang Zheliu was unable to make sense of the situation, he thought that he should also just agree to what he was saying: “I won’t, don’t worry.”

Wenren Ye was still staring at him, without thinking of even looking away for a second, until Jiang Zheliu’s tickly throat made him cough a few times, he finally went over to the table to get the bowl of medicine and sat beside him to feed it to him.

Jiang Zheliu felt that his health was not that bad, and wanted to reach out and take the medicine bowl, but Wenren Ye rejected him earnestly, and frowned as if his actions were extremely upsetting to him.

“Let me feed you.” The little devil’s voice deepened, “Don’t try to be brave.”

…… Brave?

He didn’t seem to be ill.

He seemed more like a handicapped person.

Even if Jiang Zheliu was incredibly quick-witted and clear-headed, in just that short moment, he was already questioning life due to the other’s reaction. He moved his hand away in bewilderment and retracted it back inside his sleeve under the watchful eye of Wenren Ye, and then watched as the latter blew on the medicine bowl, tested the temperature with his lips, and then delivered the spoon to his mouth.

In his mind, Jiang Zheliu was preparing himself for the medicine, thinking that even if it was bitter, he must grin and bear it in order to not make the little devil worry.

…… This.

Isn’t this sugar water?

He licked his lips and felt that everything in front of his eyes was strange, including the palace hall which was very much like his pinewood house but not, as well as Wenren Ye’s strange actions and finally, the bowl of sugar water in front of him.

He slowly pondered over it, thinking it was better not to ask now, whilst he was fed a whole bowl of sugar water by Wenren Ye.

It was sweet, so sweet that it was salty1.

He was having trouble enduring such a sweet flavour, he wanted to reach out and pick up the teacup on the table but Wenren Ye stopped him.

Wenren Ye grabbed his wrist and then tucked it nicely into the quilt, before smoothing out the edges of the quilt.

Wenren Ye then brought over tea that was still warm and patiently fed him one sip at a time. His hands did not even touch the cup once, he just had to stay there and rest under the brocade quilt.

This was all too….. Too much. It was like he was a bubble that would pop if touched, or mist that would blow away with the wind.

In addition to being surprised, Jiang Zheliu also felt a vague tightness in his heart, with a spreading aching. He took a deep breath, turned his head and asked, “Can’t I leave here?”

“You’re still not better.” Wenren Ye said in a very serious tone, “How about you get out of bed when your health has improved?”

Although he had asked it as a question, in fact, it was not up for discussion. Jiang Zheliu sighed silently, what else could he do, he could only stay there and be spoilt.

His body had not entirely reawakened, so he was not feeling particularly lively, so allowing Wenren Ye to temporarily feed him medicine was not a big deal.

“Ah Chu has gone to the Demon Realm, I will send him a letter to tell him to come back and see you. Wenren Ye said, “Chang Qian will come back tonight.”

“What about now?” Jiang Zheliu wanted to know what exactly was going on right now, so he was not completely at a blank, but then he saw Wenren Ye stroking his head, his gaze focused and calm, “You go back to sleep.”

Jiang Zheliu: “……?”

“You’ve already said a lot to me today.” Wenren Ye said: “No need to force yourself, you should rest some more.”

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment and then said: “Don’t force……”

“I know you are not angry anymore.” The little devil kissed him, very carefully, and seemed to be happy after the kiss, “But your health is the most important thing, I’ll watch you sleep.”

…… Urm.

His souls had been recalled and coalesced back together inside the Tan Lamp, and most of his soul fragments had been mended and nourished by the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, therefore, his current state should, by definition, be stronger than before.

But Wenren Ye was too serious about it, and Jiang Zheliu was unable to fully grasp the situation, and he didn’t dare to ask him too directly, so he thought about it and then decided to calmly climb back under and back into the corner of the bed which only had the view of a flowery pattern in front of him.

Even if it was Jiang Zheliu, he also was wondering over a very important question.

…… Yu Jinnian, was he able to fix the brain?

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Even if Yu Jinnian was able to fix brains, he had never treated a case like this.

But Yu Jinnian and He Tan actually rarely went into Jingshan Hall. The two of them avoided the place where Wenren Ye would spend the most of his time in, so they were not the first to be informed that Jiang Zheliu had woken up.

The first to hear the news was Chang Qian.

When Jiang Zheliu saw him, Chang Qian’s appearance had changed greatly from before. His youthful body had got much taller, he looked between a teenager and young adult – slim build, standing very upright, and his arms were covered with lean muscles, it was clear that he had been able to tap into the power of being half-demon and half-devil.

He looked like he had matured a lot on the outside, like a 17 or 18 year old. He still had black hair and snake eyes, his hair was tied up into a high ponytail and he was wearing a devilish robe and light armour. He was completely different from the child Jiang Zheliu had once known.

When Jiang Zheliu’s eyes met Chang Qian’s snake pupils, his first reaction was to ask, “How long have I been sleeping?”

Chang Qian pulled a chair over, sat by the bed and began to calculate the days that had gone by: “Almost eighty years.”

In the first ten years, little uncle was still only living in his own hallucination, not being able to see the whole picture. The following thirty years after that, his behaviour became erratic, and unstable and his killing intent increased exponentially. After that he decimated every realm in the span of forty years, suppressing those who tried to rebel against him, and began to exhibit the signs of falling into qi deviation, occasionally his mind has been taken over by the Dao seed of slaughter, which was the most dangerous thing.

The dust had already settled on the war, but Wenren Ye’s situation had become worse and worse.

Chang Qian still looked very youthful, but the devilish and demonic energy on his body was incredibly dense. It looked like he had already formed his primordial spirit, which at his age meant that his cultivation and talent was considered quite good.

Eighty years….

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, not knowing what to say. The pain in his heart began to grow, seemingly developing into an unbearable fissure.

Chang Qian sat on the edge of the bed and told him a lot of things that had happened over the years. He mentioned that Wang Wenyuan was locked up in the water prison under the Jingshan Hall, and that although the latter was not dead, he was in a peculiar mental state. He also mentioned the little mute’s locking sound spell had been undone…… The two brothers saw each other once, but no one knew what they had actually talked about.

Chang Qian also talked about Ah-Chu, who had been personally trained by the Azure Dragon Zhenjun. The latter was extremely well-regarded in the Demon Realm, and had become the Azure Dragon Zhenjun’s right-hand man.

He spoke a lot, until the sun set over West Mountain, he finally stopped speaking and turned towards Jiang Zheliu and murmured: “…….gege.”

“Huh?”

“Grandpa Jian passed away.” He said: “Little uncle used his devilish body to seal the Dao seed of slaughter, his mind has been affected, sometimes….. He will not be like himself.”

Jiang Zheliu had yet to sense what was wrong with Wenren Ye but hearing this made him clench his fists anxiously.

Since he had woken up, everything that he had heard had made him anxious.

“The Devil Realm is already making preparations. Chang Qian lowered his head, “When it is necessary, perhaps…….”

He swallowed the end of the sentence, but Jiang Zheliu had already guessed what he meant to say. Wenren Ye was unbeatable and if his mental state was challenged, even the devils had to make adequate preparation.

It was impossible to beat him with force, they would probably try to seal him.

“But since you’re awake.” Chang Qian let out a sigh of relief, “As long as gege is here, everyone will feel more relieved.”

Just as Jiang Zheliu wanted to respond to him, he heard the familiar sound of footsteps coming across the hall. Chang Qian immediately stood up and then took his leave, and silently walked out of Jingshan Hall.

A cold pine and cypress scent mixed with the devilish energy began to spread.

Wenren Ye undid his outer cloak, pulled it off and then glanced quickly over at Chang Qian who was on his way out, but he didn’t say a word, but instead went and picked up the medicine and poured another bowl out to cool.

Jiang Zheliu glanced over at the bowl of ‘medicine’, as expected, it was another bowl of sugar water.

He couldn’t say anything, he could only watch as he was fed the sugar water, he looked up at the little devil’s violent eyes…… Life is so terribly hard.

He had only been resurrected for a day, but he already had to go through this kind of suffering. Jiang Zheliu sighed and obediently took a sip from the spoon, and then he reached out and grabbed Wenren Ye’s collar.

His health had improved, and his meridians had been reconnected. Although he had not used much force to grab Wenren Ye’s collar, it was enough.

Naturally, the little devil wouldn’t dare to move away, and let him pull him closer, until the devil met the other’s lips – icy cold and soft.

It was a kiss with a hint of aggressiveness.

Wenren Ye tasted the sweetness in his mouth.

His purple eyes deepened as if he was spellbound, like his mind was unable to keep up with his emotions. He was unable to care about anything else, and he could merely press himself against Jiang Zheliu, and hold Jiang Zheliu even tighter, and then kiss his icy lips once more, exploring his mouth forcefully, amplifying the subtle challenge from the other into a fight of masculine initiative.

He sucked until Jiang Zheliu’s soft tongue became numb, until he made his thin colourless lips become red and swollen, just as a fragrant aroma began to disperse.

The Heavenly Spirit Body was also reawakening.

Jiang Zheliu had only tugged at his collar and kissed him, but the little devil could not stop at all. His actions are getting more and more out of the ordinary, more and more excessive, and he seemed to have gone out of the bounds of sanity, running in some strange out-of-control direction. His heart was beating wildly, but not the kind of pounding heart he once had, but instead, it was even more profound, even more helpless, like someone who was stuck in the mud and about to breath his last breath.

Until he bit into Jiang Zheliu’s tongue.

The little devil’s canine-like teeth were too sharp.

The smell of fresh blood dispersed. Jiang Zheliu winced, he secretly regretted his previous provocation, and slowly breathed out, his voice resonating from the back of his throat, it was soft and quiet.

“…….. It hurts.”

He opened his mouth, and exposed the tip of his tongue to show the little devil the wound.