Chapter 230 What Have You Experienced?

Chapter 230 What Have You Experienced?

What should I do?

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do???

After returning to his residence that night, Lu Qian kept pacing back and forth in his room, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

If Tang Su is one of Ying Wujiu's people, then they must have discovered his identity as a spy for the Wuwang Sect. If Ying Wujiu knew, when did he find out? Since he knows, why hasn't he killed me yet, and instead still treats me as a confidant?

Lu Qian couldn’t figure it out.

Ying Wujiu clearly knows the truth but still plays along. What is he plotting? Or is he planning to turn the tables and catch everyone off guard at the right moment?

This thought sent chills down Lu Qian’s spine, making him dare not think further.

He had already progressed halfway through the game instance; he didn’t want to die and start over from the beginning.

Fortunately, Ying Wujiu had been in seclusion these past few days, so Lu Qian didn’t need to be around him. Otherwise, his unease would surely give him away. However, even if he could avoid the first day, he couldn’t avoid the fifteenth. The night before the Sword Inquiry Conference, Ying Wujiu finally emerged from seclusion.

"Attendant Lu, Lord has come out of seclusion and did not see you around. He specifically ordered me to invite you to the Xuanzhu Hall."

The demon cultivator who came to deliver the message was quite courteous to Lu Qian, smiling broadly, afraid of offending this top favorite of the Lord. Little did he know that his words sounded like a death sentence to Lu Qian, making his heart race.

Hearing this, Lu Qian tried to compose himself, "I should have been waiting outside when Lord came out of seclusion. I was too busy earlier and forgot the time. Let's go, don't keep Lord waiting."

With that, he led the way out of the door.

Lu Qian wasn’t sure when Ying Wujiu would reveal the truth, but this current state wasn’t necessarily bad. Playing along was fine, at least there was no immediate danger. He arrived at the Xuanzhu Hall and pushed open the door as usual:

"Creak—"

Inside, the strange incense still burned, its pungent sweetness easily evoking thoughts of flowing blood. Perhaps because Lu Qian hadn’t smelled it for a long time, he felt today’s scent was particularly strong.

Ying Wujiu sat cross-legged in the quiet room. Seeing Lu Qian enter, the frost in his eyes seemed to melt slightly, and his tone, unusually gentle compared to how he usually spoke to others, extended a hand to him:

"Come here. Why weren’t you here when I came out of seclusion today?"

He wore a dark red robe with golden embroidery, his usually loose hair now tied up with a jade crown. Half of his face was covered by a glass mask, while the exposed half was cold and indifferent, with crimson lips, hinting at a remarkable beauty.

Lu Qian closed the door, lifted the curtain, and stepped into the quiet room. Initially, he was somewhat wary of Ying Wujiu, but now he felt a strange sense of longing after being apart for so long. He took Ying Wujiu’s hand and pulled him into his embrace, whispering close to his ear:

"I wanted to see if Lord would forget me after being in seclusion for so long."

Sometimes, he liked to act a bit spoiled.

Ying Wujiu, however, smiled slightly, feeling that Lu Qian finally showed some insecurity typical of someone in love, rather than always smiling mysteriously: "I haven’t forgotten anything from a thousand years ago, let alone a few days of seclusion. You’re worrying unnecessarily."

Not forgotten anything from a thousand years ago?

What happened a thousand years ago?

Was it about being sealed in the sword furnace by the hundred sects?

If so, it wasn’t just a matter, it was a deep-seated grudge, a blood feud.

What does Ying Wujiu plan to do at the Sword Inquiry Conference?

Lu Qian vaguely guessed the consequences but found them unbelievable. He rested his chin on Ying Wujiu’s shoulder and said seemingly nonchalantly: "There are rumors outside that whoever wins the Sword Inquiry Conference can get the heart essence. Many people have plans to take it by force. It will be dangerous with all sorts of people mixed in."

Ying Wujiu looked down and asked, "Why, do you not want me to go?"

Lu Qian played with his fingertips and nodded, "I don’t."

For every reason, public or private, emotional or rational, he didn’t want him to go.

But Ying Wujiu suddenly laughed. Lu Qian couldn’t see his face and didn’t know why he was laughing, only feeling a slight tremor in his shoulders.

"Lu Qian, you really..."

Ying Wujiu slowly exhaled, saying ambiguously:

"You really are a smart person."

Lu Qian thought Ying Wujiu would say he was handsome, but instead, he got this cryptic remark. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is Lord really going to the Sword Inquiry Conference?"

Ying Wujiu caressed his cheek gently, his tone low and gloomy: "We’ll leave tomorrow morning to meet old acquaintances."

The white bone sword lay on the rack, covered with a layer of blood-red like glass, surrounded by demonic energy and fierce aura, occasionally vibrating with a faint hum, like a bloodthirsty beast imprisoned for thousands of years, ready to break free and devour anyone.

This was Ying Wujiu’s sword heart.

Divine fate severed, fallen into darkness.

Suddenly, Lu Qian tightened his embrace, lifting Ying Wujiu horizontally and carrying him to the bed. He threw him onto the bedding and leaned over, the dim air filled with emotions, desires, hatred, and many indescribable things.

Ying Wujiu didn’t resist; instead, he raised his hand to remove his mask, looking at Lu Qian with clear, cold phoenix eyes, his voice low and lazy: "Come here. Let me see if you can make someone unable to get out of bed. If you can, we won’t go to the conference tomorrow."

Lu Qian supported himself on either side of him, genuinely considering it, with a half-smile: "Really?"

Ying Wujiu: "My word is my bond."

"Rip—!"

In the next moment, his exquisite red robe was torn open, the light silk, outer robe, and inner clothes all the same shade of red, fluttering to the ground like burning flames, reminding one of the seven hundred years of darkness in the bone sword furnace.

Until now, Lu Qian still hadn’t unlocked any of Ying Wujiu’s stories, only piecing together a fragmented version of him from others’ accounts, vague and distant.

Their bodies entangled, hot and passionate, leaving only heavy, restrained breathing in their ears.

Lu Yan's voice was hoarse as he gazed deeply at the person beneath him, almost crushed, and suddenly asked:

"Lord, what is the scene inside the White Bone Sword Furnace?"

Ying Wujiu’s mind was clouded; his long black hair was drenched in sweat, and his lower lip was full of bite marks. Hearing this, he slowly opened his hazy eyes, his eyelashes wet, the corners of his eyes flushed red, but his voice was like being scorched by flames, broken and hoarse:

"I..."

He moved his lips silently, hesitantly,

"I don't know..."

Ying Wujiu opened his eyes to gaze at the dark canopy above, feeling as if he had never left that sword furnace. All he saw was darkness, and when the karma fire ignited, it turned everything red, burning flesh and bones until they melted. Even though he had changed his name and identity, the karma and sins still clung to him.

For so many years, he had been entangled in love and hatred, unable to forget that bone-piercing pain, sinking deep into the sea of suffering, unable to escape.

Seven hundred years, tens of thousands of days and nights—now looking back, it seemed like a nightmare in hell. During that long period, Ying Wujiu nearly forgot who he was and why he was sealed. Only endless hatred intertwined with raging flames, turning his burnt bones into a long sword.

Ying Wujiu's breathing suddenly became rapid, veins appearing on his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot, and due to the uncontrollable surge of emotions, a faint blue aura appeared around him.

Lu Yan could see clearly; it was the soul stirring.

It was the sacred artifact of the space station, reacting whenever it sensed his presence.

Seeing this, Lu Yan's gaze flickered, and he couldn’t help but slowly extend his hand, pressing his warm palm against Ying Wujiu’s strong abdomen and moving upward, reaching his chest. Through the thin layer of flesh, he could feel the soul beneath.

The shadows of the canopy swayed gently. Ying Wujiu lay weakly among the bedding, completely unaware of Lu Yan’s hidden intentions, exposing his most vulnerable spot to the other. With red-rimmed eyes, he whispered, "Lu Yan..."

Lu Yan paused: "..."

Ying Wujiu raised his head closer to him: "Kiss me..."

Every day and night, he suffered unbearable pain, only finding relief when Lu Yan was by his side.

Lu Yan slowly retracted his fingertips, unsure of what he was thinking. Finally, he gripped Ying Wujiu’s chin tightly and kissed him fiercely. The red, soft, pearl-like curtains swayed gently with their movements, like flickering candle flames, ready to burn everything in the world.

The night passed swiftly, leaving only a mess behind.

Lu Yan didn’t really intend to keep Ying Wujiu bedridden. The other’s cultivation was unfathomably deep; even if his limbs were severed, they would instantly regenerate. How could he truly be incapacitated? At worst, he would accompany Ying Wujiu to the Sword Inquiry Conference and deal with whatever came up there.

However, for some reason, Lu Yan slept until the next afternoon. When he woke up, the Xuanzhu Hall was empty, and he was alone. The White Bone Sword on the sword rack was also gone.

Lu Yan looked down and found himself fully dressed, assuming Ying Wujiu had gone out. Then he remembered something, his face suddenly changing. He threw off the covers and rushed out of the hall. But just as he pushed open the door, a golden spear suddenly thrust out from the side, blocking his path.

Lu Yan stopped and looked over, seeing Corpse Puppet guarding outside. The other’s red eyes were calm, and the once-handsome face was now pale and gray, typical of a corpse. In a cold tone, he said:

"The Lord ordered you not to leave Xuanzhu Hall."

Lu Yan glanced at the dim sky and frowned slightly: "Where is the Lord?"

Corpse Puppet tersely replied: "Feijue Peak."

Lu Yan pushed aside the golden spear, but unexpectedly, he couldn’t move it after two attempts. Frustrated, he realized Ying Wujiu had gone to the Sword Inquiry Conference without him:

"The Sword Inquiry Conference is fraught with danger. If the Lord goes, there will surely be peril. Why aren’t you guarding him? What if something happens to the Lord? Can you bear the responsibility?"

Unfortunately, this argument might work on Wind Fiend but not on Corpse Puppet. The latter was a mere walking corpse, devoid of emotions, only following orders. No matter how much Lu Yan argued, it wouldn’t change anything.

Lu Yan gritted his teeth. He could fight Corpse Puppet, but this person only adhered strictly to orders. Unless he killed Corpse Puppet, the other wouldn’t let him leave Xuanzhu Hall. Besides, there were more demonic cultivators outside, whom he couldn’t kill all.

Lu Yan exhaled slowly, then an idea struck him: "Did the Holy Maiden Shuimei follow the Lord to the Sword Inquiry Conference?"

Corpse Puppet nodded slightly.

"Oh, that’s good."

Lu Yan suddenly clapped his hands, looking quite pleased: "Since we’re idle anyway, General Corpse Puppet, how about I tell you a story?"