Chapter 99: Primordial Chaos Dao Heart

Chapter 99: Chaos Origin Dao Heart

"Went where?" Shen Lian's brows furrowed, highly suspicious that Yan Huaixuan had gone somewhere shady.

Yan Huaixuan pressed his lips together. "Nothing."

Shen Lian squinted, not buying it.

Yan Huaixuan looked at him. "So, are you interested now?"

Shen Lian paused, not expecting that at a time like this, Yan Huaixuan would still be thinking about this. He stared at Yan Huaixuan, then broke into a sudden smile. He leaned closer to Yan Huaixuan. "Yan Huaixuan, do you know how ridiculous you look right now?"

Yan Huaixuan's eyes widened, staring straight back at Shen Lian.

Shen Lian said, each word deliberate, "The way you're begging me to fuck you right now is really—"

He hesitated, the words on the tip of his tongue, ultimately not saying them, before finally saying, "Just pathetic."

He thought, how pathetic, like those vicious stray dogs on the street.

Give them meat, they bite you. Don't, and they stare at you all pitiful and hungry.

The Yan Huaixuan of now was the Shen Lian of before.

Shen Lian should've been thrilled, should've been glad, even felt the rush of finally getting his revenge.

But none of that hit him.

He just felt empty.

Yan Huaixuan's expression, however, didn't change. His voice was hoarse. "I just want you to be happy."

"But I'm not happy," Shen Lian said flatly.

A flicker of shock crossed Yan Huaixuan's eyes. After a long pause, he stood up. "I get it."

He raised a hand, and his clothes shifted back to how they were before.

Yan Huaixuan glanced back at him. "Don't overdo it. Wiping out the demons isn't just your job."

Shen Lian didn't react, like he hadn't heard a word.

Yan Huaixuan's fingers curled slightly, then he opened the door and left.

Once he was gone, the coldness on Shen Lian's face finally faded.

All that was left was exhaustion.

He rubbed his brow, annoyed. "Chen Xue, if I told him to go die right now, would he do it?"

"This..."

Chen Xue didn't dare speak.

"Once he's dead, I won't be so worked up anymore," Shen Lian said coldly, like he was actually considering it.

After all, wasn't Yan Huaixuan pathetic enough now, willing to do anything?

After a long while, Shen Lian looked away, bored.

Forget it. Keep him around for the laughs.

Meanwhile, Yan Huaixuan stood outside the courtyard as always, staring at Shen Lian's room.

But Ling Yun looked up at the sky. "Master, it's about to snow. Let's get out of it."

The Primordial Realm had four seasons too.

Yan Huaixuan pressed his lips together, saying nothing. Snow quickly piled up on him.

He stared at that door, then let out a low "mm" after a long moment. But just as he raised his hand to shield himself from the snow, a voice suddenly echoed from deep in his sea of consciousness.

"Yan Huaixuan, let me out."

"You useless piece of trash, groveling at Shen Lian like this—he'll never forgive you!"

Yan Huaixuan's eyes went cold, and he suppressed the voice without a word.

A cold laugh echoed from deep in his sea of consciousness. "I'm you now, and you're me. Hurting me is hurting yourself, right?"

Ling Yun could hear it too. Its face went pale, and guilt weighed heavier on its heart.

That eerie purple light flared up again in Yan Huaixuan's left eye.

His left hand started moving on its own.

"Give me your body—"

"Scram." Yan Huaixuan's lips parted slightly, his eyes cold. He suddenly raised his hand and pressed it to his own forehead.

The inner demon lurking in his sea of consciousness froze for a second, then its voice turned venomous.

"You're really ruthless—willing to hurt even your own body."

The moment those words landed, blood trickled from the corner of Yan Huaixuan's mouth, instantly staining his white robes crimson.

Ling Yun paced around in a panic.

That was the horror of the inner demon—born in the host's weakest moment, it knew every one of the host's weaknesses.

And no matter how powerful Yan Huaixuan was, the inner demon would match him.

That was why the heavenly tribulation had struck Yan Huaixuan in the first place.

With Yan Huaixuan's power, if he were eventually devoured by the inner demon—

It would spell disaster for the entire Primordial Realm.

It wasn't impossible to suppress, but—

Ling Yun's heart ached as it looked at Yan Huaixuan's heart.

No one knew that Yan Huaixuan had a Chaos Origin Heart, one of a kind in the world.

Capable of overturning heaven and earth.

And above Yan Huaixuan's head, the golden Heavenly Thunder began to swirl again, as if hunting for its target.

The snow around him suddenly turned violent.

Yan Huaixuan's eyes went pitch black in an instant. He glanced at Shen Lian's place, then turned and vanished on the spot.

Shen Lian hadn't been meditating long when a noise on the roof made him open his eyes.

Chen Xue said, "It's snowing."

Shen Lian let out a soft "oh" and closed his eyes again, but after a moment, he said casually, "He's still out there? He can't be that dumb."

It wasn't some drama—Yan Huaixuan was a cultivator, after all. He couldn't just stand there and get soaked in the snow.

Chen Xue said, "He's not outside anymore."

Shen Lian gave another "oh" and looked away.

But Chen Xue hesitated, then added, "There's so much blood on the ground."

Shen Lian frowned. "What?"

Chen Xue said, "And that Heavenly Thunder is back."

Hearing this, Shen Lian's eyes narrowed. He got up, pushed open the door, and sure enough, there was an unusual aura gathering above Floating Cloud Mountain.

An imposing presence was filling the sky.

It was the Heavenly Dao—the embodiment of order.

It wasn't just Shen Lian—others had come out too.

"That thunder from a few years ago is back? Who's it hitting this time? Could it be that same guy from before didn't die?"

Only He Ci's face changed. He glanced at He Ling, who was talking to someone, then quietly stepped back.

Shen Lian, meanwhile, stared at the bloodstains on the ground, frozen for a moment.

That was Yan Huaixuan's blood.

Every drop of a cultivator's essence blood was precious, yet now there was a shocking amount on the ground—who had hurt Yan Huaixuan?

Shen Lian's brows furrowed tightly. His grip on the door tightened until his knuckles went white.

Finally, he threw out a compass—the very one from the Forgotten Snow Domain.

A little green turtle appeared on it. Shen Lian made a hand seal with two fingers and murmured.

"Seek."

The little turtle turned its head, looking toward a certain direction.

Shen Lian immediately took off on his sword.

But after flying for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he found no trace of the man—only spots of blood along the way.

Shen Lian's face darkened. "Yan Huaixuan, come out."

The man did not emerge.

Shen Lian clenched his fists. "I said come out!"

There were no signs of battle around, nor any trace of other cultivators—which meant Yan Huaixuan had not been wounded by someone else, but by his own doing.

In other words, Yan Huaixuan was hiding from him.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes. "You dare hide from me?"

Still no response in the air.

Shen Lian let out a cold laugh. "Fine. You'd better keep hiding and never come out."

With that, Shen Lian called Chen Xue back, and his body began to plummet from the sky—yet he made no move to stop it.