182: 4.47 Just For Him

4.47 Just For Him

Lu Yizhou had woken up feeling the most peaceful he had been for months. His body was light and pleasant save for a few injuries that had already scabbed over, and there was a warm, naked body sprawled atop of him. For a while, he felt like he could forget everything; who he was, what he was doing here, the problems that awaited him. Simply laying on the bed and basking on his lover's presence sounded like everything he could have asked for. But then, 666 just had to choose that exact moment to burst his bubble.0

[666: 666 knows you are awake, Host! Don't pretend anymore! Knock-knock, rise and shine! This is not the time to laze around in bed!]

[What's so urgent?] Lu Yizhou replied whilst snuggling closer to Heimo who was still dead to the whole world. The corner of his lips curled upward. Heimo looked much younger when he was asleep. His expression was soft and unguarded, the lines of his lips were slack and he was even drooling against Lu Yizhou's chest. How adorable.

[666: *rolls eyes* Urggh, it's terrifying how quickly 666 has gotten used to Host's romantic endeavor in every world. Host is just that kind of animal—cough, cough! Anyway! Host should know that Sect Leader Ling has gathered the elders in Linyan as well as a few representatives from nearby sects to discuss what they are going to do to you. Did Host have any idea what they were saying?! Sect Leader Ling has the audacity to tell everyone that you have been bewitched by Heimo Qixue and has been made into his faithful soldier; no longer do you retain your own will and consciousness!]

A frown appeared between Lu Yizhou's brows. That old man… He tightened his jaws. Lu Yizhou was wrong. He should have gotten rid of Sect Leader Ling as early as possible. [And then?]

[666: They are going to ambush the dormant volcano where Heimo lives! Sect Leader Ling is trying to kill you and Heimo all at once, Host!]

Lu Yizhou had known that this would happen sooner or later but he didn't expect that Sect Leader Ling would move so fast. He also didn't expect that old geezer to be so shameless as to distort the truth to his own convenience just to uphold the sect's reputation. Lu Yizhou let out a sigh and slowly disentangled himself from Heimo. As soon as he did, Heimo smacked his lips and made grabby hands toward him, brows furrowing at the disappearance of the warm cushion beneath him. "Lan'er…" Lu Yizhou smiled helplessly and brushed the hair away from the man's forehead, pulling the blanket up to cover him from the cold. "I'm sorry but I have to leave for a while. I promise… I will return to you soon." Then he bent down to drop a kiss on his lips. 

Lu Yizhou dressed himself, cleaned the messy evidence of their fervent coitus and hesitated for a while before he decided to take the dragon egg and other things from Heimo's qiankun pouch. There was no need for Heimo to burden himself with the demon as long as there was Lu Yizhou who was willing to do it in his stead. But first thing first, he had to get rid of Sect Leader Ling. That old fogey had offended Lu Yizhou again and again; killing Heimo's parents, throwing his weight around like he owned the whole world, challenging his bottom line… and he definitely wouldn't stop until someone stepped forward to teach him a lesson. It was enough, Lu Yizhou's eyes chilled. Just like Immortal Zhao, if all they ever did was to harm Heimo, then there was no need for them to exist any longer.

Just in case Heimo didn't find the note he left beside the pillow, Lu Yizhou asked the innkeeper for a favor to relay his message if Heimo woke up before he returned. 

Done with the preparations, Lu Yizhou gave his sleeping lover one last lingering glance before he left, carrying with him the chilly air of winter morning. He flew with Hexue as fast as he could but the group had been faster. They made a spectacular sight; tens, hundreds of reputable cultivators, riding their swords and filling the sky with murderous air, clamouring their determination to exterminate the demonic cultivators once and for all to avenge their beloved fellow cultivator Jingxue-Jun. Before noon even arrived, the news had spread wide and far. Civilians hid fearfully inside their houses and the street was bereft of people. The tension was thick in the air. Even Heaven seemed to sense the incoming purgatory as it abruptly darkened, thick clouds swirling and lightning striking in a pure silver glow.

They were already halfway through their journey when Lu Yizhou showed up in front of them. 

It was Sect Leader Ling who noticed him first. "Yizhou." He nodded with a solemn air as if he hadn't just slandered Jingxue-Jun's reputation to shreds in front of the public. As soon as he did, murmurs started spreading among the cultivators. They looked at Lu Yizhou with alarm, contempt, apprehension and some… fear. Lu Yizhou ignored them all and focused on Sect Leader Ling, narrowing his eyes and letting his murderous intention clear in the air.

"This—" The cultivators let out a gasp, appalled. "What is Jingxue-Jun doing?! Is—Is he trying to commit patricide?!"

Sect Leader Ling raised one brow. "What are you trying to do, Yizhou?" He asked in a lukewarm tone.

"Cease your talk." Lu Yizhou spared not even a second before lunging forward, Hexue hot on his trail, crackling with pure white electricity. His sword aura swept across the air in a tremendous gale, throwing the other cultivators back a few distance away. The two figures met in midair in one explosive strike and the momentum was enough to shake Heaven and Earth. The grounds beneath their feets rumbled, the snow cooked up into a fierce wind gale and the sky howled. In the span of a few seconds, they had exchanged more than a hundred blows, bodies and swords moved so fast that they became a blur. All the others managed to see was a glimpse of billowing sleeves and sparks of two opposite sword auras.

Compared to Immortal Zhao, Sect Leader Ling was… quite easy. Lu Yizhou sidestepped the attack coming from the side and directed Hexue to feign a move from behind. When Sect Leader Ling moved to counter Hexue with his own sword, Lu Yizhou directed a straight punch up his jaw. A hideous crack sounded and Sect Leader Ling staggered back a few steps, blood trickling down his jaw. His eyes rounded and he was looking at Lu Yizhou as if it was the first time he had ever seen him. "You… have had another breakthrough?"

Lu Yizhou almost snorted but he was not one who engaged in conversation during a fight, not when he came with the intention to kill. Below, the cultivators were dumbfounded at the sudden turn of development. W—What was happening? Since when did Jingxue-Jun become so strong that he could force Sect Leader Ling back? Goodness, could he really manage to defeat Sect Leader Ling in the end?! This… This was utterly ridiculous!

Sect Leader Ling had obviously overheard his people's doubt. Angry flush traveled up his cheekbones and irritation flared in his eyes. "Are you really going to do this to your own shifu, Lu Yizhou? Just for a demonic cultivator?" That one sentence from him was enough to remind the cultivators of their current predicament. That's right! Jingxue-Jun wasn't on their side anymore. Look at him defending those crooked cultivators to the point where he dared to go against his own shifu. Blasphemous! Jingxue-Jun had absconded! He had been bewitched and stripped of his will!

The veins on Lu Yizhou's forehead throbbed. All around him, the air around him seemed to have chilled a few degrees. Even the gale stagnated, the thunder stilled, responding to his surging wrath. "Yes," he responded. In his hand, Hexue pulsed stronger, brighter. The deep blue glow was so intense that it almost became white. Lu Yizhou sneered. "Just for a demonic cultivator." Then he charged forward, threads of spiritual energy from his fingertips exploded in the form of a majestic dragon, it threw his head up and roared to the Heaven before merging with Lu Yizhou's body, enveloping him in a light so bright that none could open their eyes to look. Nobody could react to the sudden pressure that weighed down on them like a mountain. In between the imposing roar, there was a muted cry of agony, the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking before everything became deathly quiet.

The cultivators trembled out of instinct. When the blinding light gradually subsided, they only found the lone figure of Lu Yizhou in midair, snowflakes floated wildly around him, complementing his icy complexion. Blood splattered his pristine blue robe and his silver eyes were freezing, contrary to Hexue that was rattling wildly in his grip in excitement even when its edges suffered more cracks than before. 

He resembled the God of War who was repulsed by mortals and finally descended to bestow punishment upon them, especially when he looked down coldly at the mangled corpse on the ground, scorched black with his face still twisted in reflection of the torment he went through at the very last moment. Nobody couldn't not recognize that corpse under his feet. It was Sect Leader Ling, the man who was revered as the most powerful cultivator after the unascended immortals. And now, that exact cultivator had died under the hand of his own disciple, a demise so tragic that no one could bear to look at his ruined remnants.

W—What was that show of immense power?! How could Jingxue-Jun, this sinner, manage to create a sword aura that resembled the dragon itself?! Had he always been this powerful or had he always been hiding his strength?!

A piercing scream tore the silence apart and a woman dashed out from the crowd, kneeling in front of Sect Leader Ling's corpse. Tears streamed down her ghastly pale face as she cradled the scorched body in her arms. "No… no no no, this can't be! Father! Father, please wake up!"

Another approached to lift her up, hugging the woman's trembling body from behind. "Weiwei…" Shan Duoyin's face crumpled in sadness and fear, colors drained from his face.

The call seemed to bring Ling Chuwei out of her reverie. Bloodshot eyes snapped up to the lonesome figure that was looking down at them with apathy. "LU. YI. ZHOU!!!" Ling Chuwei growled and unsheathed her sword, tears falling uncontrollably down her cheeks. Her eyes were blazing with pure venom. "HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO FATHER?!" 

"Weiwei!" Shan Duoyin had her in a tight grip. 

The woman struggled and thrashed around like a lunatic. "LET ME GO! I WILL KILL HIM! I WILL DEFINITELY KILL HIM!"

"If you don't want to end up like your father," Lu Yizhou turned Hexue toward her, the sharp blade glinting against the light. "I'd advise you to stay put."

"Jingxue-Jun…" Shan Duoyin whispered in disbelief, voice breaking in the end. He was shell-shocked and only the trembling weight of Ling Chuwei was grounding him to the ground. Who… Who was this man who pointed his sword at them? Who was he to put on Jingxue-Jun's appearance? This wasn't the man he grew up with… This couldn't be the Jingxue-Jun he adored. He couldn't and wouldn't believe that Jingxue-Jun would turn his back on them.

What should he do? What could he do in this kind of situation? There was a roar in his ears and his blood was boiling. His chest felt suffocated and he was in so much pain that he wished everything was merely a nightmare, one that he could wake up from if he blinked. Deep in his subconsciousness, something seemed to stir awake from its deep slumber, sending ripples throughout his body. He couldn't breathe and black dotted his vision—

[666: H—H—Host!!! Mayday, mayday! The male protagonist is reawakening his heavenly bloodline!!!]

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