Chapter 50 Too Bullying

Chapter 50: This Is Just Too Much

Large tears streamed down his face.

Chu Ji sat on the blanket, unable to stop crying, utterly lost.

His pent-up frustration erupted, but the one he wanted to confront was already dead.

He wiped away his tears. *Why did he have to die?*

He had once vowed that Jun Xueyi could only die by his hand.

Who permitted Jun Xueyi to die?

Who allowed Jun Xueyi to die without permission?

He hadn't agreed.

He forbade it.

Chu Ji looked at the clothes he was wearing, suddenly repulsed by them. He unfastened his belt, stripped them off, and flung them away one by one.

A sudden tug at his chest sent a jolt of pain through his neck—something was constricting him.

He fumbled blindly inside his half-removed undergarment, his fingers closing around a ring pendant.

Chu Ji froze. He pulled out the ring and recognized it instantly: Jun Xueyi’s Storage Ring, the one that should have been on Jun Xueyi’s hand. During those three tumultuous days, Jun Xueyi had never taken it off. He had assumed the ring had been reclaimed by Jun Xueyi and vanished with him.

It turned out, it had been hidden in his clothes.

It wasn't directly around his neck, but concealed beneath a layer of clothing. Jun Xueyi's robes were large, so he hadn't noticed.

After removing the Storage Ring from his neck, he finally saw what secured it.

A red thread, with a bell at each end.

It was their Red Thread of Fate.

In the final moments of life, the Red Thread of Fate could be removed.

Did Jun Xueyi, in his dying breath, remove their Red Thread of Fate, tie it to the Storage Ring, and hang it around his neck? That would mean in his final moments, he must have been in human form.

......

Chu Ji felt his own pulse. Had Jun Xueyi already reached the point of being able to control him at that time?

Recalling the blood Jun Xueyi had made him drink, Chu Ji violently kicked the clothes still on the ground. "You wretched thing, you're asking for death."

Scheming against him.

Now he understood completely.

It was all a scheme.

Jun Xueyi had schemed against him.

What could Jun Xueyi possibly gain by using his own death to scheme against him?

What was wrong with Jun Xueyi?!

Was Jun Xueyi insane?!

Did Jun Xueyi want to die?!

Jun Xueyi was already dead...

He just couldn't comprehend it.

What was there to gain?

After kicking the clothes a few times, wearing only a thin inner garment, he opened Jun Xueyi’s Storage Ring. The first things he saw were many boxes.

Not knowing what they contained, he took them all out, covering the entire chamber floor.

He opened the first box—inside was a box of candies.

Chu Ji froze. Staring at the candies, he noticed they were shaped to look like him.

Picking up one, he took a bite—it was very sweet.

Since when did Jun Xueyi make candy?

He didn’t believe Jun Xueyi would commission someone to make candies in his likeness, so Jun Xueyi must have made them himself.

For some reason, Chu Ji felt somewhat better.

He also felt patient enough to open the other boxes.

The second box contained tanghulu. Unlike the skewered ones he and Xiong Qun bought outside, these were single berries, each preserved in ice.

The third box held an assortment of beads. He didn’t recognize what kind they were, but they were colorful and beautiful.

Opening the fourth box, he found pastries. Chu Ji had never tried many immortal sect pastries, so he didn't recognize this particular kind. The box had a Preservation Array to keep the food fresh.

He opened the next one.

......

After opening more than half, Chu Ji was full.

Having tasted one of each, he couldn’t eat anymore. Glancing at the remaining boxes, he thought there were at least a hundred more. He turned back to the Storage Ring.

Besides the boxes, there were two books, a pile of talismans, a doll, and a letter.

Chu Ji opened the first book. A light shot into his brow, and he closed his eyes instantly, processing the information.

He looked inward at his meridians—the dual Mental Technique was already circulating.

The light had imparted Jun Xueyi’s cultivation Mental Technique.

With his physique, cultivating the dual Mental Technique was the icing on the cake.

No wonder he could casually conjure the Water Spell.

His current state was essentially like having consumed Jun Xueyi—his lifespan and cultivation had been replenished by the other. His body was still his own, but his aura, meridians, and consciousness had merged with Jun Xueyi’s.

He was one person, yet also two.

Thus, his cultivation had risen to the level of a Demigod. Jun Xueyi’s talent had been sacrificed to him, making the Water Spell as simple for him as the Fire Spell was to Jun Xueyi—something he could summon with a thought.

That man had truly become one with him.

"You lunatic!" Chu Ji cursed.

Jun Xueyi was an utter madman.

He opened the second book. The first page showed a sacrificial ritual array—the very same large array Jun Xueyi had drawn inside the room.

Clearly, from the moment Jun Xueyi brought him back, he'd already had this idea and put it into action.

Unable to tell whether he was more angry or pissed, he turned to the second page, which detailed a taboo technique of shared lifeforce.

The conditions involved taking half of another’s heart, half of their blood, a Dao Companion Seal, and merging their consciousness—all to equally share that person’s cultivation and lifespan. If the other didn't die, he wouldn't die; if the other died, he would still survive. The one subjected to this forbidden art was merely a safeguard.

It was clearly a forbidden art of plunder, yet Jun Xueyi had reversed it, using himself to bind Chu Ji.

"Heh... that bastard."

Surprisingly, Chu Ji wasn’t as angry when he saw this page. He simply felt that Jun Xueyi’s possessiveness was so extreme—even willing to endure severe injury to achieve it.

Like some clinging ghost.

No wonder he still had two days left to live. As long as Jun Xueyi lived, he would always have those two days.

But if Jun Xueyi had already used this forbidden art, why bother with the sacrifice?

If he didn’t die, he could slowly rebuild his cultivation. Though it would gradually absorb half of Jun Xueyi’s cultivation, Jun Xueyi’s cultivation speed was a hundred times that of an ordinary person. Recovering that lost half would take only ten-odd years, a century at most.

Did Jun Xueyi not even have a century left to live?

He still wanted to curse.

But as the curses lingered on his tongue, he realized why Jun Xueyi had done it.

Annoying. So fucking annoying.

Frustrated, he flipped to the next page. The book had only three pages in total. The last page described a forbidden rebirth technique.

The requirements were the soul of the person to be resurrected, an empty shell to fuse the soul, and the ability to reverse time itself.

The soul—Chu Ji stared at himself. Jun Xueyi’s soul was definitely inside him.

As for the empty shell for the sacrifice...

It couldn’t be just any shell; it had to handle Jun Xueyi’s destiny. Jun Xueyi was the protagonist—how easy could it be to bear a protagonist’s destiny?

Chu Ji studied the book carefully for a while.

Then he suddenly remembered Xiao Bai.

Where was Xiao Bai?

Where was his illusion?

Since he entered the Three-eyed Auspicious Beast’s cave, Xiao Bai had not appeared even once.

Jun Xueyi had ripped through space to bring him directly from the cave back to the Clear Wind Sect. The ancient secret realm and the present world were separated by a barrier. Xiao Bai was probably stuck in the ancient secret realm.

After much thought, he realized the only shell that could bear Jun Xueyi’s fate was Xiao Bai. Even if he killed someone now, it wouldn’t work for Jun Xueyi. Xiao Bai was an illusion formed from a bell Jun Xueyi had given him, with a body made of ice lotus root—the most suitable vessel.

Chu Ji realized with displeasure that Jun Xueyi had been planning this from the very beginning.

If he hadn’t killed the Three-eyed Auspicious Beast earlier, Jun Xueyi would’ve died regardless.

He guessed that the ultimate goal of Jun Xueyi’s scheme was to help him become a god, then die right in front of him.

He grew more and more perplexed. What exactly did Jun Xueyi want?

Did he have such a thing for dying?

Was dying so amusing?

"...I want your hatred, and I want your love."

Jun Xueyi’s words rang in his head, and he abruptly stood up.

"Lunatic. Total lunatic."

Using his own death to force Chu Ji to recognize and admit his love—was that something a sane person would do?

The final condition for rebirth was the ability to reverse time. In this world, only he—who had been boosted to Demi-god level by Jun Xueyi’s sacrificial method—could accomplish it.

If he saved Jun Xueyi, it would mean admitting his love.

If he didn’t save Jun Xueyi, Jun Xueyi’s body and soul would remain fused with his forever. In the eyes of others, he would be Jun Xueyi. He would never be free of him.

Chu Ji stomped on the clothes on the floor.

He turned around, took a few deep breaths, looked at his hand, drew his sword, and slashed at it.

A wound deep enough to reveal bone healed immediately.

All the unabsorbed treasures within Jun Xueyi were now inside him.

How could this man be such a bastard?

Saving him meant love.

Not saving him meant living in this world as both Chu Ji and Jun Xueyi—he would be two people.

Staring at his hand, if he was two people...

Clenching his teeth, he forced himself to recall everything that had happened during those three days.

The memories of those three days replayed in his mind.

Heat and intimate moments.

He narrowed his eyes, slowly exhaling twice. When he looked down, he saw a faint, barely noticeable pale flower appear on the back of his hand.

Irritated, he took off his last piece of clothing and conjured a water mirror.

Aroused, the water mirror reflected a vividly lifelike cub etched over his heart.

He touched his chest, suddenly laughed, then shattered the water mirror. "Jun Xueyi, you’re unbearable."

He lay back on his bed, chest rising and falling fast. As long as he got turned on, he would never be able to forget Jun Xueyi.

Even if he found another lover in the future, in bed, it’d still be him and Jun Xueyi.

Tch...

Chu Ji bent over, nuzzling into the quilt, the corners of his eyes red as if smeared with rouge, crying out Jun Xueyi's name between curses, each name followed by a curse.

The swearing kept repeating, until even he grew tired of them.

In the end, he could only murmur, "Jun Xueyi, you're more persistent than a ghost."

Even after dying, Jun Xueyi had used Forbidden Arts to bring him back, dressing him in his own clothes and tying his hair with his own hair ribbon.

When he stepped outside, Jun Xueyi's aura had even overpowered his own.

So... annoying.

Rubbing against the quilt, he slowly reached out his hand, but the moment his fingers touched where desire stirred, a sudden chill made him shudder.

Now, both his own Mental Technique and Jun Xueyi's Mental Technique flowed through him.

This hand was his, but it was also Jun Xueyi's.

No wonder Jun Xueyi's corpse wasn't even left.

—Ugh.

He had planned everything, even preparing so many boxes for him—not content with just manipulating him, Jun Xueyi had toying with his heart as well.

Chu Ji sat up and stomped open an unopened box, from which a bell rolled out.

It was the bell Jun Xueyi had once clasped around his ankle.

Tilting his head back, he breathed rapidly.

This was his Demon Palace, the place where he felt most at ease.

Chu Ji felt no need to hold back—he let his voice ring out.

After moaning for a while, he stared at the sticky residue on his fingers, expressionlessly conjured water to wash everything clean, and then looked at the bell on the floor.

When Jun Xueyi was alive, he couldn't remove this bell. He picked it up and shook it.

Now, he was Jun Xueyi, but the bell didn't make a sound.

It proved that whatever Jun Xueyi had placed inside the bell was gone.

The fact that he couldn't remove it before, and that it later reacted to the cold pond, giving rise to that illusionary Little White, meant Jun Xueyi had infused a part of his origin essence into the bell.

When he first killed Jun Xueyi, the other's body might have been saved by the Clear Wind Sect, but his consciousness was awakened when Chu Ji entered the cold pond.

Jun Xueyi, from that night in the cave, had been plotting against him.

Otherwise, who would infuse their origin essence into a bell and give it to someone else?

Hated him, loved him.

So despicable.

So infuriating.

Chu Ji found his own clothes and put them on, then turned his gaze to the last item in his storage ring—a doll.

A doll of Jun Xueyi.

A doll with a Pure Yin Body, clearly nurtured by Jun Xueyi as a substitute. By merging the doll with Little White and activating the Forbidden Art of Rebirth, he could return everything Jun Xueyi had sacrificed to him.

Lifespan and cultivation, bound by the Shared-Life Forbidden Art, couldn't be returned, but it would allow Jun Xueyi to revive with the same lifespan and cultivation as him.

What a deal.

Jun Xueyi had prepared everything, leaving it up to him to decide whether to save him or not.

To admit his love or deny it.

With no expression, he rose and went to the Ancient Secret Realm to find Little White.

Once he revived Jun Xueyi, he would imprison him in the Demon Palace and force him to be his slave!

A slave for life!!!