Ning Buwei didn’t like children, even his own son, he disliked it either.
Moreover, this child’s origin was unknown, and even his birth mother, he didn’t know who it was.
Ning Buwei hated getting involved with others the most in his life. In his view, death would be a relief, sparing him from annoyance.
But that bloodline imprint would light up every now and then, shining so brightly that it almost blinded him.
Ning Buwei had swallowed a large bottle of pills. At this moment, he was barely able to move and sat up from the ground with difficulty. The rotten half of his body was quietly healing, with unbearable pain and his breath carried a metallic scent.
The child, wrapped in clothes, slid off of his chest, landing in the crook of his arm. The child’s pale and blue face was sobbing in grievance, and had no strength to cry anymore.
Ning Buwei touched the child’s face, it was boiling hot, and then his fingers were caught.
Ning Buwei hadn’t done much good in his life. He was born to follow the ruthless path, and even though his teachers, relatives, and friends loved him dearly, he didn’t have much affection for them either.
Everyone in the Ning family was left with no choice but to die a good death, and he, Ning Buwie, repaying deep gratitude, was the last member of the Ning family. Even if he died, it’b be smooth and clean as well.
It’s just that it’d be shameful upon meeting again in the afterlife.
The great demon took a deep breath, and the intense pain made his body tremble slightly. He held the child with one arm and propped up the other arm, struggling to stand up from the ground, dragging half of his lame leg, one deep foot and one foot shallow towards the distant valley.
The rain grew heavier, falling loudly on his body. The cold wind cut across his cheeks like a knife. Ning Buwei lowered his head to look at the child and realized that the rain had soaked through the clothes that wrapped around him.
Ning Buwei unconsciously raised his hand to form a seal but halfway through remembered that he had no spiritual power left. At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary person. With a dark face, he blocked the front of the child, using his wide sleeves to shield them from most of the rain and wind.
“You carry the bloodline of the Ning family. Even if you survive, wherever you go, you’ll be hunted and persecuted,” Ning Buwei said in a low voice in the rain. “What’s the point of staying alive?”
It was unclear whether he was speaking to the child in his arms or to himself.
In this vast world, there was only pouring rain and bone-chilling cold. The child in his arms moved slightly, as if reminding himself that he was still alive.
Ning Buwei sighed.
“So be it.”
****
In the boundless sea of consciousness, there were clear waters everywhere, gently rippling with a warm breeze.
In the center of the sea of consciousness, a young man sat cross-legged with their hands pinched, their snowy hem draped in a black veil wound over the water surface, like scattered light snow swaying gently with the water.
He didn’t appear to be in his twenties, with long black hair held by a wooden hairpin. His complexion was as fair as jade, his eyebrows as dark as ink, his phoenix eyes slightly upturned, his lips not too full but a vermilion color, and the bridge of the nose that oppressed the excessive beauty, which only added a touch of coldness that people dared not desecrate.
As if sensing something, he opened his eyes, lowered his gaze to the water’s surface, like a still ink painting coming to life. With a sweep of his long sleeves, in the calm sea of consciousness, suddenly, immense waves surged and continued to ripple violently. Yet he remained seated in place, with an expression that was neither joyful or sorrowful.
The surging waves transformed into a giant palm that roamed the vast sea of consciousness, circling around. After a while, it obediently returned to him, holding a baby less than the length of an adult’s forearm in its palm.
It was a newborn baby’s spiritual consciousness.
The baby was weak, with only a breath of life left. Without immediate help, it would soon dissipate.
Chu Jun furrowed his brows slightly.
His sea of consciousness was extraordinarily powerful. Not only would a newborn baby have no chance of leaving unscathed, even a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t escape intact. Yet, this child’s spiritual consciousness not only entered but was also crying softly.
Chu Jun extended two fingers and placed them on the baby’s forehead. After a brief examination, he confirmed that it was indeed an ordinary baby and not some kind of disguise.
So be it. Since the child had sought him out, it seemed they were destined to have a connection, and it wouldn’t hurt giving a helping hand.
Chu Jun’s fingertips emitted a faint red glow, sprinkling tiny star-like points onto the baby’s spiritual consciousness. However, after a moment, the immortal face had a slightly stiffened expression, displaying a rare incredulous look.
On the baby’s spiritual consciousness, there was actually an imprint of his bloodline inheritance.
The calm sea of consciousness began to tremble incessantly. Chu Jun struggled to keep his composure and, upon closer inspection, he noticed a crimson bloodline imprint on the baby’s right shoulder blade, identical to his own.
This baby was, astonishingly, his own flesh and blood.
Chu Jun, who had been cultivating the pure and virtuous path for nearly a thousand years and the Wushi Sect’s supreme grand martial uncle, stood stunned in his own sea of consciousness.
Who birthed him a son?
Furthermore, the baby’s spiritual consciousness appeared to have been born less than twelve hours ago, while Chu Jun had been in seclusion for five hundred years. How did this child come into existence?
However, before he could ponder this further, the child’s spiritual consciousness seemed to gain strength and let out a cry.
Chu Jun, who had been pure and clean for five hundred years, suddenly felt as if demonic whispers surrounded his ears. He almost shook his hand and shattered the child’s spiritual consciousness.
Fortunately, he managed to stop himself in time, saving the child’s life. Otherwise, the spiritual consciousness would have scattered in his sea of consciousness and would have been unable to return to the physical body——
Chu Jun reached out and cradled the child’s spiritual consciousness in his arms, then realized a crucial problem.
Where is the child’s physical body?
As the baby’s spiritual consciousness was held in his arm, feeling a natural closeness to him, grasped the jade pendant on his clothing and began gnawing on it.
Chu Jun: “…..”
Is the child hungry?
Unfortunately, it was a spiritual consciousness in his arm. At most, he could only make the child’s spiritual consciousness stronger but couldn’t feed him full.
He lowered his gaze and looked at the clothes wrapped around the baby, which didn’t seem like typical child’s clothing. Instead, it appeared to be a torn lower-ranked cultivator’s robe, indicating that someone had been taking care of the child.
Could it be the child’s mother?
At this thought, his expression stiffened, and he felt as if the baby in his arms weighed more than a thousand pounds.
After gnawing on the jade pendant for a while and finding no taste, the child grabbed onto his snowy white robe sleeve and cried loudly.
Chu Jun’s posture while holding the child was awkward. Having no other choice, he could only carefully release his spiritual power in the smallest increments, fearing that the child might not be able to handle even a small amount. So he patiently divided the parts and patiently transferred it bit by bit to the child.
The child’s originally blue and pale face gradually gained some color, while the hand clutching his robe refused to let go.
There was no longer any danger to the child’s life anymore.
Chu Jun gently squeezed the child’s soft little hand and then lightly tapped its forehead with his fingertip. His voice was cold, pure, and as clear as mountain spring water, “Go.”
The child’s spiritual consciousness was enveloped by a powerful homologous spiritual consciousness and was gently sent out of the sea of consciousness.
The vast sea of consciousness instantly quieted down.
Chu Jun separated a tiny strand of his own spiritual consciousness to accompany and protect the child, while also wanting to investigate who the woman was and how she possessed such incredible abilities to give birth to a child from the Chu family without his knowledge.
However, he was still in seclusion, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, this strand of spiritual consciousness was extremely subtle. But before he could thoroughly investigate, it was brutally extinguished.
A fragment of the Suzaku Sword was deeply embedded in the cave’s wall, and the extremely subtle crimson spiritual consciousness scattered into tiny specks of light, disappearing without a trace.
Ning Buwei removed the fragment and twirled it twice between his fingers. He wore a disgruntled expression and said, “What filthy thing dares to cause trouble in my territory.”
Although Ning Buwei’s current territory was only a three person wide cave, that only allowed him to barely even straighten his waist.
The Suzaku Sword fragment cut across his finger, and crimson blood dripped from his fingertip. With a face that looked as if he was owed eight million spiritual stones, Ning Buwei stuffed his finger into the baby’s mouth.
The baby eagerly sucked on the fresh blood, excitedly holding onto his hand.
The baby had quite a strong grip.
“Where did you learn this broken bad habit?” Ning Buwei snorted coldly, but he didn’t pull his hand away until he couldn’t squeeze any more blood from the wound. The baby finally released his hand and let out a small satisfied burp.
Ning Buwei sat against the cave wall while holding the baby. The pouring rain outside did not stop for a moment, and water mixed with mud flowed down the uneven mud ground to his feet, soaking his boots.
His boots were caked with a thick layer of mud, with a few dried yellow weeds stuck to them. He had walked quite a distance in search of shelter from the rain. With the child on the verge of dying, he ended up feeding him his blood, but who knew this feeding would be endless.
His cuts were very bold and unrestrained, leaving a crisscross pattern of wounds on his fingers that looked somewhat gruesome.
The baby, having eaten and drunk his fill, had a rosy complexion. At some point, he had opened his eyes, which were as clear as grapes, curiously staring at Ning Buwei.
After a few days, the baby’s skin was no longer as wrinkled and red as it had been at the beginning. It became fair and smooth, and his facial features gradually took shape. The entire baby was unbelievably beautiful. If Ning Buwei hadn’t been with the child these past few days, he would have suspected that the original hairless little mouse had been switched with this baby.
Especially those eyes, somewhat resembling phoenix eyes with a slight upward tilt, and with the eyelashes that were a bit too long—excessively beautiful. Ning Buwei had narrow and cold eyes, clearly not following his.
The child’s mother must have been quite beautiful.
Ning Buwei’s mind flashed several images of alluring beauties from the Hehuan Sect, giving him a sudden chill.
“Ah~ Ah~” The baby, placed on his lap, extended its soft, white little arms toward him, wanting to be held.
Ning Buwei poked the baby’s cheek with his finger and leaned in with a mischievous smirk. “I won’t hold you.”
The baby, with its watery eyes, stared at him, cheeks dimpled from his poking. Then it smacked its lips and gave Ning Buwei’s face a loud slap. “Ah~”
Ning Buwei glared at the baby, seething with anger. He threatened, “You dare to hit me?”
The little guy’s mouth shriveled, and it seemed like it was about to start crying. Ning Buwei, with sharp eyes and agile hands, scooped the baby up.
“Ah~” The baby stared at him, smiling with a wide grin.
Ning Buwei sighed in relief, seeing the baby laughing heartlessly, he intimidated him with harsh words and a threatening tone, “After I fatten you up, I’ll eat you in two mouthfuls.”
The baby seemed to find this amusing, giggling uncontrollably, and drooling a bit.
Ning Buwei picked up a corner of the baby’s clothing and wiped off the drool with a disgusted expression. “So dirty.”
The baby responded by blowing a small spit bubble.
Ning Buwei raised an eyebrow. “Come, let me see you blow another one.”
The baby turned its head away and ignored him.
“Tsk.” Ning Buwei poked the baby’s soft cheek and grinned wickedly. “Give your father another spit bubble.”
The baby made a disgruntled sound and kicked its tiny foot right onto Ning Buwei’s mouth.
Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “Looks like you don’t want this foot anymore.”
Puff.
The baby blew another spit bubble.
Ning Buwei said, “…On behalf of you sincerely admitting your mistake, I’ll spare your life.”
Ning Buwei didn’t like children, even his own son, he disliked it either.
Moreover, this child’s origin was unknown, and even his birth mother, he didn’t know who it was.
Ning Buwei hated getting involved with others the most in his life. In his view, death would be a relief, sparing him from annoyance.
But that bloodline imprint would light up every now and then, shining so brightly that it almost blinded him.
Ning Buwei had swallowed a large bottle of pills. At this moment, he was barely able to move and sat up from the ground with difficulty. The rotten half of his body was quietly healing, with unbearable pain and his breath carried a metallic scent.
The child, wrapped in clothes, slid off of his chest, landing in the crook of his arm. The child’s pale and blue face was sobbing in grievance, and had no strength to cry anymore.
Ning Buwei touched the child’s face, it was boiling hot, and then his fingers were caught.
Ning Buwei hadn’t done much good in his life. He was born to follow the ruthless path, and even though his teachers, relatives, and friends loved him dearly, he didn’t have much affection for them either.
Everyone in the Ning family was left with no choice but to die a good death, and he, Ning Buwie, repaying deep gratitude, was the last member of the Ning family. Even if he died, it’b be smooth and clean as well.
It’s just that it’d be shameful upon meeting again in the afterlife.
The great demon took a deep breath, and the intense pain made his body tremble slightly. He held the child with one arm and propped up the other arm, struggling to stand up from the ground, dragging half of his lame leg, one deep foot and one foot shallow towards the distant valley.
The rain grew heavier, falling loudly on his body. The cold wind cut across his cheeks like a knife. Ning Buwei lowered his head to look at the child and realized that the rain had soaked through the clothes that wrapped around him.
Ning Buwei unconsciously raised his hand to form a seal but halfway through remembered that he had no spiritual power left. At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary person. With a dark face, he blocked the front of the child, using his wide sleeves to shield them from most of the rain and wind.
“You carry the bloodline of the Ning family. Even if you survive, wherever you go, you’ll be hunted and persecuted,” Ning Buwei said in a low voice in the rain. “What’s the point of staying alive?”
It was unclear whether he was speaking to the child in his arms or to himself.
In this vast world, there was only pouring rain and bone-chilling cold. The child in his arms moved slightly, as if reminding himself that he was still alive.
Ning Buwei sighed.
“So be it.”
****
In the boundless sea of consciousness, there were clear waters everywhere, gently rippling with a warm breeze.
In the center of the sea of consciousness, a young man sat cross-legged with their hands pinched, their snowy hem draped in a black veil wound over the water surface, like scattered light snow swaying gently with the water.
He didn’t appear to be in his twenties, with long black hair held by a wooden hairpin. His complexion was as fair as jade, his eyebrows as dark as ink, his phoenix eyes slightly upturned, his lips not too full but a vermilion color, and the bridge of the nose that oppressed the excessive beauty, which only added a touch of coldness that people dared not desecrate.
As if sensing something, he opened his eyes, lowered his gaze to the water’s surface, like a still ink painting coming to life. With a sweep of his long sleeves, in the calm sea of consciousness, suddenly, immense waves surged and continued to ripple violently. Yet he remained seated in place, with an expression that was neither joyful or sorrowful.
The surging waves transformed into a giant palm that roamed the vast sea of consciousness, circling around. After a while, it obediently returned to him, holding a baby less than the length of an adult’s forearm in its palm.
It was a newborn baby’s spiritual consciousness.
The baby was weak, with only a breath of life left. Without immediate help, it would soon dissipate.
Chu Jun furrowed his brows slightly.
His sea of consciousness was extraordinarily powerful. Not only would a newborn baby have no chance of leaving unscathed, even a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t escape intact. Yet, this child’s spiritual consciousness not only entered but was also crying softly.
Chu Jun extended two fingers and placed them on the baby’s forehead. After a brief examination, he confirmed that it was indeed an ordinary baby and not some kind of disguise.
So be it. Since the child had sought him out, it seemed they were destined to have a connection, and it wouldn’t hurt giving a helping hand.
Chu Jun’s fingertips emitted a faint red glow, sprinkling tiny star-like points onto the baby’s spiritual consciousness. However, after a moment, the immortal face had a slightly stiffened expression, displaying a rare incredulous look.
On the baby’s spiritual consciousness, there was actually an imprint of his bloodline inheritance.
The calm sea of consciousness began to tremble incessantly. Chu Jun struggled to keep his composure and, upon closer inspection, he noticed a crimson bloodline imprint on the baby’s right shoulder blade, identical to his own.
This baby was, astonishingly, his own flesh and blood.
Chu Jun, who had been cultivating the pure and virtuous path for nearly a thousand years and the Wushi Sect’s supreme grand martial uncle, stood stunned in his own sea of consciousness.
Who birthed him a son?
Furthermore, the baby’s spiritual consciousness appeared to have been born less than twelve hours ago, while Chu Jun had been in seclusion for five hundred years. How did this child come into existence?
However, before he could ponder this further, the child’s spiritual consciousness seemed to gain strength and let out a cry.
Chu Jun, who had been pure and clean for five hundred years, suddenly felt as if demonic whispers surrounded his ears. He almost shook his hand and shattered the child’s spiritual consciousness.
Fortunately, he managed to stop himself in time, saving the child’s life. Otherwise, the spiritual consciousness would have scattered in his sea of consciousness and would have been unable to return to the physical body——
Chu Jun reached out and cradled the child’s spiritual consciousness in his arms, then realized a crucial problem.
Where is the child’s physical body?
As the baby’s spiritual consciousness was held in his arm, feeling a natural closeness to him, grasped the jade pendant on his clothing and began gnawing on it.
Chu Jun: “…..”
Is the child hungry?
Unfortunately, it was a spiritual consciousness in his arm. At most, he could only make the child’s spiritual consciousness stronger but couldn’t feed him full.
He lowered his gaze and looked at the clothes wrapped around the baby, which didn’t seem like typical child’s clothing. Instead, it appeared to be a torn lower-ranked cultivator’s robe, indicating that someone had been taking care of the child.
Could it be the child’s mother?
At this thought, his expression stiffened, and he felt as if the baby in his arms weighed more than a thousand pounds.
After gnawing on the jade pendant for a while and finding no taste, the child grabbed onto his snowy white robe sleeve and cried loudly.
Chu Jun’s posture while holding the child was awkward. Having no other choice, he could only carefully release his spiritual power in the smallest increments, fearing that the child might not be able to handle even a small amount. So he patiently divided the parts and patiently transferred it bit by bit to the child.
The child’s originally blue and pale face gradually gained some color, while the hand clutching his robe refused to let go.
There was no longer any danger to the child’s life anymore.
Chu Jun gently squeezed the child’s soft little hand and then lightly tapped its forehead with his fingertip. His voice was cold, pure, and as clear as mountain spring water, “Go.”
The child’s spiritual consciousness was enveloped by a powerful homologous spiritual consciousness and was gently sent out of the sea of consciousness.
The vast sea of consciousness instantly quieted down.
Chu Jun separated a tiny strand of his own spiritual consciousness to accompany and protect the child, while also wanting to investigate who the woman was and how she possessed such incredible abilities to give birth to a child from the Chu family without his knowledge.
However, he was still in seclusion, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, this strand of spiritual consciousness was extremely subtle. But before he could thoroughly investigate, it was brutally extinguished.
A fragment of the Suzaku Sword was deeply embedded in the cave’s wall, and the extremely subtle crimson spiritual consciousness scattered into tiny specks of light, disappearing without a trace.
Ning Buwei removed the fragment and twirled it twice between his fingers. He wore a disgruntled expression and said, “What filthy thing dares to cause trouble in my territory.”
Although Ning Buwei’s current territory was only a three person wide cave, that only allowed him to barely even straighten his waist.
The Suzaku Sword fragment cut across his finger, and crimson blood dripped from his fingertip. With a face that looked as if he was owed eight million spiritual stones, Ning Buwei stuffed his finger into the baby’s mouth.
The baby eagerly sucked on the fresh blood, excitedly holding onto his hand.
The baby had quite a strong grip.
“Where did you learn this broken bad habit?” Ning Buwei snorted coldly, but he didn’t pull his hand away until he couldn’t squeeze any more blood from the wound. The baby finally released his hand and let out a small satisfied burp.
Ning Buwei sat against the cave wall while holding the baby. The pouring rain outside did not stop for a moment, and water mixed with mud flowed down the uneven mud ground to his feet, soaking his boots.
His boots were caked with a thick layer of mud, with a few dried yellow weeds stuck to them. He had walked quite a distance in search of shelter from the rain. With the child on the verge of dying, he ended up feeding him his blood, but who knew this feeding would be endless.
His cuts were very bold and unrestrained, leaving a crisscross pattern of wounds on his fingers that looked somewhat gruesome.
The baby, having eaten and drunk his fill, had a rosy complexion. At some point, he had opened his eyes, which were as clear as grapes, curiously staring at Ning Buwei.
After a few days, the baby’s skin was no longer as wrinkled and red as it had been at the beginning. It became fair and smooth, and his facial features gradually took shape. The entire baby was unbelievably beautiful. If Ning Buwei hadn’t been with the child these past few days, he would have suspected that the original hairless little mouse had been switched with this baby.
Especially those eyes, somewhat resembling phoenix eyes with a slight upward tilt, and with the eyelashes that were a bit too long—excessively beautiful. Ning Buwei had narrow and cold eyes, clearly not following his.
The child’s mother must have been quite beautiful.
Ning Buwei’s mind flashed several images of alluring beauties from the Hehuan Sect, giving him a sudden chill.
“Ah~ Ah~” The baby, placed on his lap, extended its soft, white little arms toward him, wanting to be held.
Ning Buwei poked the baby’s cheek with his finger and leaned in with a mischievous smirk. “I won’t hold you.”
The baby, with its watery eyes, stared at him, cheeks dimpled from his poking. Then it smacked its lips and gave Ning Buwei’s face a loud slap. “Ah~”
Ning Buwei glared at the baby, seething with anger. He threatened, “You dare to hit me?”
The little guy’s mouth shriveled, and it seemed like it was about to start crying. Ning Buwei, with sharp eyes and agile hands, scooped the baby up.
“Ah~” The baby stared at him, smiling with a wide grin.
Ning Buwei sighed in relief, seeing the baby laughing heartlessly, he intimidated him with harsh words and a threatening tone, “After I fatten you up, I’ll eat you in two mouthfuls.”
The baby seemed to find this amusing, giggling uncontrollably, and drooling a bit.
Ning Buwei picked up a corner of the baby’s clothing and wiped off the drool with a disgusted expression. “So dirty.”
The baby responded by blowing a small spit bubble.
Ning Buwei raised an eyebrow. “Come, let me see you blow another one.”
The baby turned its head away and ignored him.
“Tsk.” Ning Buwei poked the baby’s soft cheek and grinned wickedly. “Give your father another spit bubble.”
The baby made a disgruntled sound and kicked its tiny foot right onto Ning Buwei’s mouth.
Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “Looks like you don’t want this foot anymore.”
Puff.
The baby blew another spit bubble.
Ning Buwei said, “…On behalf of you sincerely admitting your mistake, I’ll spare your life.”
