Chapter 182 The God of the Future

Chapter 182 The God of the Future

The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light enveloping the entire island.

Zhou Yun and Guan Yuanfeng bid farewell to General Tan and toasted the guests at the banquet before returning to their villa on the island, which had been prepared in advance as their wedding chamber.

Tonight's wine was all made from the mutated sugarcane produced by Guixu, brewed using the ancient bamboo basket and clay cellar method, known as "Golden Syrup," symbolizing sweetness and happiness. The golden liquid retained the fresh and sweet taste of sugarcane, with a low alcohol content. It was a grand occasion, and Zhou Yun had drunk quite a bit, his cheeks slightly flushed. After returning to the room, he went to take a bath but remained inside for a long time.

Guan Yuanfeng grew worried and went in to find him asleep in the bathtub. Knowing that he had indeed met too many people today, he was exhausted. This was probably the first time Zhou Yun, who preferred simplicity, had experienced so much social interaction. He said he had used up all his social energy for this lifetime.

Both amused and tender-hearted, Guan Yuanfeng bent down to pick up the dripping wet Zhou Yun, who immediately woke up, opening his eyes to look at him with a dazed expression, as if confirming something. Guan Yuanfeng carried him to the bed, where Zhou Yun lay quietly watching him for a while before reaching out to pull him in for a kiss.

Guan Yuanfeng kissed him for a long time, then touched his forehead and got up to leave. Zhou Yun held onto him, not letting go, "Haven’t you already bathed?"

Guan Yuanfeng replied, "You’re very tired today, rest first."

Zhou Yun was surprised, "Today is our wedding night, a day of great joy." After bathing, his body seemed to glow like icy jade.

Guan Yuanfeng: "..." He gently rubbed Zhou Yun’s wrist, "Since that day when your psychic abilities were overused, your spirit hasn’t been well. I often see you distracted, unsettled. I’m worried about your health. We have a long life ahead."

Zhou Yun chuckled, "No, we agreed to make everything perfect. How can it be perfect without the wedding chamber?"

Guan Yuanfeng: "..."

Zhou Yun pondered, "If General Guan is tired... maybe I..." Before he could finish, Guan Yuanfeng leaned down and kissed him.

Soon, the blush on Zhou Yun’s face became more pronounced, and his eyes glistened with moisture.

Guan Yuanfeng held Zhou Yun tightly, he liked this more human expression on Zhou Yun. He was haunted by the expression he had seen in his dream, like cold lava ash, like a burnt-out fireball, like someone too exhausted to stay in this world. He clung to him, desperate to reignite the ashes, but feared that the cold ashes would slip through his fingers and scatter into the void.

Since returning, he had never mentioned that dream to Zhou Yun, but his consciousness told him that even if it was a dream, the pain Zhou Yun endured was real—moreover, he suspected it was real. It had truly happened, perhaps unknown to him, but if... if they replayed their relationship from the beginning, if Zhou Yun hadn’t actively approached him, it was very likely... he would have remained holed up in his house until the apocalypse, and they would have only been neighbors who had met in passing.

So, after the apocalypse, how would he and Zhou Yun have met? Why wouldn’t they have been together? How did that experimental body preserved in embalming fluid come to be?

Zhou Yun had said he volunteered because of psychic rejection, living in pain every day.

Without Zhou Yun, he would indeed have lived in pain every day. Fire psychic abilities were clearly not his natural affinity. When he chose to voluntarily participate in human experiments, he must have thought it was for the benefit of all humanity, and he must have willingly given up his life. He would never have known that Zhou Yun loved him—just like when he left Cloud Peak Villa and decided to go to Zhongzhou Base, he was oblivious, never thinking that what they had was love.

If Zhou Yun had come back once more, meticulously planning, carefully drawing him into his protective circle, preparing the electric eel, the crystal core, creating an isolated isle in the sky. Yet, in the end, he still decided to leave. What must Zhou Yun have felt when he saw him choose to leave again?

How did Zhou Yun, with such unwavering persistence, continue to burn with love for someone as unresponsive as him?

He felt a lump in his throat, a burning flame and violent lightning surging deep within him, reflected in his actions as he kissed along Zhou Yun’s smooth jawline, his pale lips, his flawless shoulders, the jade-like glow of his skin. Amid the overwhelming fragrance of Lotus, he unconsciously used more force.

But Zhou Yun clearly needed this intensity and passion, the unbearable pleasure that was both invasive and possessive, giving him a sense of wild satisfaction. In his dazed state, he clutched Guan Yuanfeng’s shoulders and uncontrollably bit him.

Guan Yuanfeng only felt a slight pain in his shoulder, but it further excited him. He knew this was a sign, a sign that more stimulation was needed. Normally, the familiar vines would have already wrapped around him by now, but today Zhou Yun didn’t summon them. Was he unwilling, or unable?

Guan Yuanfeng’s heart ached, and his palm carried a faint electric pulse as he gently stroked Zhou Yun’s back. In that moment of impact, Zhou Yun almost immediately cried out, but there was no pain in his voice. Guan Yuanfeng didn’t stop, carefully controlling the pulse, holding Zhou Yun’s slender, pale leg on his sturdy arm. When the next wave of electricity distracted him, he steadied Zhou Yun’s trembling leg and firmly pushed in.

Outside, the sea breeze blew, and the sound of the waves rose and fell. Inside Zhou Yun’s body, it was like a raging river, waves of pleasure and warmth surged up his spine, overwhelming his brain. He let out a deep sigh, trembling as he tightly embraced Guan Yuanfeng, who kissed away his tears. Zhou Yun pressed his lips against Guan Yuanfeng’s, drawing out his tongue, sucking and demanding more, savoring the intoxicating taste of love.

The golden chalice was filled with the gift of the gods. He sipped it slowly, afraid that this brilliant and precious gift wouldn’t last. He feared the chalice would empty, feared he would wake from the dream, feared the gods would take back their gift. But he couldn’t bear to part with such joy. He chased and demanded more, as if he needed Guan Yuanfeng to endlessly fill the void within him, proving that his body was flesh and blood, that this was not a dream.

His waist was still firmly held by Guan Yuanfeng, his lips passionately kissed. They were locked in a passionate embrace, but he still felt it wasn’t enough.

This was the happiness he had worked so hard to achieve in this lifetime. If this was the gift of the gods, then without a doubt, Guan Yuanfeng was his god, the one who would dictate his future.

"Nothing can limit our power except our own ignorance." (Note) He had turned his isolated isle into a city, and he could create a paradise for himself and Guan Yuanfeng. All unknown futures, he would take control of them himself. If this was a dream, he wished it would never end.

On the beach, the band had just played a passionate and exhilarating piece of music. Amid the cheers of the young crowd, Qin Sheng, holding his guitar, walked over to a nearby table, picked up a glass of iced tequila, and drank it all in one go, feeling great!

He threw the glass back into the ice, making a sharp clink, which startled Ren Duoduo, who was dozing off while hugging Comet's neck. Although she was allowed to stay up late for once and was already extremely tired, she still refused to leave the bonfire. She groggily opened her eyes and suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! What's that?"

A thick white mist had risen over the sea, and amidst the hazy view, countless schools of fish were swimming toward the shore.

The crowd quickly evacuated, leaving only the psychics to assist with security.

The security team was on high alert, but the fish merely lingered near the shore without coming ashore. Seagulls began to flock in, gathering above the island, anxiously circling.

The mist thickened, carrying a faint, familiar scent that reminded everyone of the day at the arena.

They turned to the heavily guarded villa by the sea.

Tonight, the moonlight shone like silver, and people could clearly see the plants in the villa's garden growing endlessly. Leaves and vines grew wildly, and flowers bloomed layer upon layer. The villa, originally filled with tropical plumeria, ginger lilies, night-blooming jasmine, Rangoon creeper, and bougainvillea, now exploded into a profusion of blooms under the moonlight, like a floral waterfall, dense and continuous, their scents mingling passionately in the tropical night.

Not just the villa, but as if receiving some signal, nearby gardens and banana groves also came to life.

On the second floor, behind the large windows, the lights were still on, and the white curtains billowed in the sea breeze.

Ren Duoduo gasped: "Wow. What’s the city lord up to? Is this a show?"

Ren Yuefei, who had rushed to his daughter when things seemed off, stood beside her: "..."

Ye Yuqing couldn't help but laugh, repeating what Ren Yuefei had said earlier in the evening: "Love, how beautiful."

Master Xinhai joined his hands: "Amitabha, it seems the city lord has fully recovered. A blessing for Guixu indeed. General Guan can rest assured now."

Taoist Master Yunyin: "..."

Zhou Yun, half-asleep, saw Guan Yuanfeng get out of bed barefoot and close the window, the fluttering curtains finally settling. Zhou Yun mumbled, "Why close the window? It’ll get stuffy."

Guan Yuanfeng turned back, wiped the sweat from Zhou Yun's brow, and finally asked the question he had been too afraid to ask: "You haven’t been using your powers lately. Why’s that?"

Zhou Yun mumbled, "That day... my four powers suddenly merged and overwhelmed me. I couldn't control them properly, so I sealed them off temporarily, trying to use less power. I’m still trying to figure it out... Ba Duan Jin might not be suitable anymore."

Having just put on a grand display in front of everyone, he now realized he might be struggling to control the precision of his four psychic abilities.

The renowned city lord of Guixu, a top-tier fifth-level psychic with four abilities, had a competitive streak when it came to research and learning. He was reluctant to admit that he suddenly couldn't control his powers, thinking he just needed a few days to study and adjust. But since Guan Yuanfeng was so worried, he offered a brief explanation.

"Don't worry, I think I feel much better tonight. Tomorrow, let's go out to sea to a deserted place and test it..." He felt better than ever, but his voice trailed off as he drifted to sleep.

Guan Yuanfeng: "..."

His heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled. He chuckled wryly, pulled the blanket over Zhou Yun's marked back, and thought about replacing all the bedroom windows and doors with sealed materials.

He stepped out quietly to make a call and check on the situation outside. He learned that as the mist dissipated, the fish and birds had slowly dispersed. Some mutated sea creatures, deterred by the psychics, had not come ashore and had left. However, the entire island's plants had gone wild, with even the recently harvested banana plantation sprouting fresh green leaves and new bunches of green bananas.

Guan Yuanfeng: "..."

When Zhou Yun woke up tomorrow and found out that after the live broadcast, his psychic abilities had leaked during their wedding night, he might feel embarrassed. Maybe he should just say it was a small surprise to celebrate the wedding.

He gave a few instructions to ensure vigilance, then returned to the room. Zhou Yun lay on his side in bed, his face peaceful and relaxed.

The moonlight was as calm as water, and the beach outside finally quieted down. The entire island seemed like a pure land, far removed from all conflicts.

He lay back down beside Zhou Yun, who naturally leaned into him. Holding Zhou Yun, he felt a deep sense of contentment, as if the world was at peace and time stood still.