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Ch135 - Trouble




A bolt from the blue, indeed.
Chongjue had never liked Su Hansheng and Qi Jianyi’s marriage contract, but he never imagined he’d drunkenly remember the contract.
The contract looked like Chongjue had made it himself—his drunken hand was surprisingly steady, the characters bold and flowing, with a few smudged ink marks.
Chongjue held his forehead, almost passing out again.
The contract was in his hand. Even if he fainted eight hundred times, he couldn’t turn back time. Chongjue quickly calmed down, his face grim as he went to find Su Hansheng.
Usually, Su Hansheng would still be sleeping at this hour.
Chongjue flew to the entrance of Hanmang Garden, hesitating between “be polite and knock” and “who cares about politeness, we already have a marriage contract,” then pushed the door open and strode in without hesitation.
Su Xuanlin had just finished drinking a jar of wine and was about to go find Chongjue when the man himself showed up, and he chuckled.
“You’re right on time. I was just about to look for you.”
Chongjue ignored him, quickly scanning the room.
Su Hansheng wasn’t there?
Chongjue frowned, coming out to ask Su Xuanlin, “Where’s Xiaoxiao?”
“Don’t ask that yet,” Su Xuanlin said. “Tell me, did you come to Xiaoxiao’s place last night? He said you used your spiritual energy with him… something something. Explain this to me today.”
Chongjue didn’t remember anything from last night, so he couldn’t explain anything. He asked again.
“Where did Xiaoxiao go?”
Su Xuanlin said casually, “Qifu Yin dragged him to Infinite Hell to play. But he’s very careful now, so he won’t… hey! Chongjue!”
Hearing “Infinite Hell,” Chongjue’s expression changed. He immediately summoned a formation and rushed to Infinite Hell, and Su Xuanlin couldn’t stop him.
Su Hansheng had suffered so much in Infinite Hell in his previous life…
Chongjue’s evil thoughts had merged, and his memories were gradually returning. He’d been so focused on Su Hansheng’s lost memories that he hadn’t thought about it before. Now, suddenly remembering, the memories came crashing down like a tidal wave.
Chongjue’s face was pale.
Most of the suffering Su Hansheng endured in Infinite Hell was because of him.
Without the restraint of good thoughts, the evil side ran wild, indulging every vice and desire with no restraint. At the first sight of Su Hansheng, he was instantly drawn to the boy’s beauty, and just as Su Hansheng had said, he soon lured him onto the bed.
Chongjue’s face was dark and ashamed. He wished Su Xuanlin would drag out the evil side again so he could beat it senseless.
He’d done something utterly unforgivable.
Chongjue dared not dwell on those memories. He quickly recited a few sutras to suppress his dark thoughts, then, expressionless, headed to Infinite Hell to retrieve Su Hansheng.
Infinite Hell was as dark and bloody as he remembered, but somehow, after Qifu Yin’s intervention, his spiritual sense detected far fewer vicious beasts fighting each other.
Chongjue followed the Buddhist beads on Su Hansheng’s wrist to find him, instantly teleporting to Qifu Yin’s residence.
Qifu Yin’s dwelling was protected by a barrier covered in talismans, but Chongjue had no patience for breaking it. He shattered the barrier with a burst of spiritual energy and charged in. The scene before him made his eyes instantly cold.
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Qifu Yin: “…”
Su Hansheng: “?”
The overwhelming killing intent left Su Hansheng, who was right beside Qifu Yin, completely unharmed. He clutched one eye, dazed, and turned to look.
Chongjue was radiating a terrifying aura, his eyes cold as a reaper, the demon-subduing staff in his hand brimming with murderous intent. Even the Buddhist beads couldn’t suppress his urge to kill.
This was the first time Chongjue had shown such intense malice and fury since merging his evil side.
Su Hansheng seemed frightened. “U-Uncle?”
Chongjue’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at him, the killing intent in his eyes momentarily receding. He beckoned with his hand, his voice cold from lingering anger.
“Xiaoxiao, come here.”
Su Hansheng, tears streaming down his face, stumbled over to Chongjue, his right hand still covering his right eye, looking pitifully beaten.
Chongjue, seeing him cry, took a deep breath, as if his own heart had been torn out. He gently touched Su Hansheng’s cheek, softening his voice. “Does it hurt? Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Su Hansheng’s voice was choked with tears. “A little. He… he took my…”
Qifu Yin, furious, emerged from the rubble, covered in dust, and roared, “Wen Jingyu! You bastard! How dare you strike first… umph!”
Before he could finish, Chongjue’s demon-subduing staff slammed down, mercilessly striking him.
Chongjue’s expression was blank, his hand moving with the intent to crush Qifu Yin to dust. He said coldly, “I told you, don’t lay a hand on his eyes.”
Qifu Yin: “…”
Qifu Yin’s protective seals were nearly shattered, spiritual energy exploding around him like fireworks.
Only Qifu Yin could survive a blow from a Great Ascension cultivator unscathed.
Qifu Yin wiped his face, dazed and furious. “Are you crazy?! Who was going for his eyes… Xiaoxiao! Speak up!”
Chongjue continued to glare at him.
Su Hansheng, still sobbing, clutched his eye. “He… he hit my eye.”
Chongjue sneered and struck again with the demon-subduing staff, determined to avenge Su Hansheng.
Qifu Yin was once again thrown into the rubble.
This time, all his protective seals were shattered, sparks flying.
Qifu Yin was nearly beaten to death, struggling to curse, “You bastard, this isn’t over…”
Chongjue was about to strike again when he suddenly realized the meaning of Su Hansheng’s words.
What did “hit my eye” mean?
Su Hansheng was still covering his right eye. Chongjue frowned, returning to gently coax Su Hansheng to move his hand.
He saw that Su Hansheng’s right eye was bruised, as if punched, with tears still falling from the pain, but the amber iris was unharmed.
Chongjue vaguely realized he might have misunderstood something. He frowned, gently rubbing Su Hansheng’s eye and softening his voice. “It’s alright, it’ll be better soon.”
Spiritual energy gently covered Su Hansheng’s sore eye, and the pain quickly faded.
Su Hansheng wiped his tears. “Thank you, Uncle.”
Chongjue wiped his tears and gently asked, “You said he… took your what?”
“He said it was the marriage contract,” Su Hansheng said with a sense of injustice. “The red book you made. I tried to take it back, and he hit me in the eye.”
Chongjue: “…………”
Chongjue was silent for a long time.
Qifu Yin, nearly dead, crawled out of the rubble again, biting his finger to draw blood and start drawing a formation. Each stroke was filled with hatred, as if he wanted to flay Chongjue alive. He looked as if he’d been driven mad.
“You’ll die, I’ll tell you. I’ll summon Su Xuanlin. Cough, cough, if he finds out you secretly tricked his son into a marriage contract, he’ll kill you. Hahaha, what a dog-eat-dog drama! You’ll all die! Everyone will die!”
Chongjue: “…”
As Qifu Yin was about to complete the formation, Chongjue swiftly waved his hand, instantly erasing it.
Qifu Yin: “!”
“I’ll kill you!”
Chongjue silently stared at Qifu Yin for a long time, considering whether to “kill to silence him.”
Su Hansheng roughly understood his meaning. After hesitating, he stepped forward and helped Qifu Yin up from the ground.
“Uncle, are you hurt?”
Qifu Yin’s protective seals were shattered, his internal organs shaken by the Great Ascension’s oppressive aura, but as Su Hansheng helped him up, he still tried to punch Chongjue.
“If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, Su Xuanlin will find out sooner or later!”
Su Hansheng quickly grabbed his waist to stop him. “Uncle!”
“It doesn’t matter if you call me uncle!”
As they struggled, Qifu Yin accidentally hit Su Hansheng’s left eye with his elbow again.
Now both eyes were bruised.
Two for the price of one.
Su Hansheng cried out in pain. “Ah!”
Chongjue hadn’t expected Su Hansheng to be hurt again. He quickly pulled him close, checking his injuries.
After accidentally hurting Su Hansheng a second time, Qifu Yin’s anger suddenly faded, but he couldn’t swallow his pride, suffering with red, angry eyes.
Chongjue frowned, healing Su Hansheng’s injuries, and coldly looked at Qifu Yin. “When Xiaoxiao regains his memories, I’ll tell Su Xuanlin everything. There’s no need for you to interfere.”
Qifu Yin sneered, pounding his chest. “I’m Xiaoxiao’s uncle. What are you going to do about it?!”
Chongjue thought for a moment. “Shall we fight?”
Qifu Yin: “…”
If he could win, would he be threatening to bring Su Xuanlin?
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In Hanmang Garden.
Su Xuanlin suddenly sneezed, feeling as if someone was cursing him behind his back.
Chongjue had gone to Infinite Hell without a word, more attentive than even a father. Even Su Xuanlin, usually carefree, was finally shaken by this series of strange events.
Something was definitely… a bit off.
Why did Chongjue, an uncle, keep coming to see Xiaoxiao, a junior?
Could there really be something going on?
Su Xuanlin shivered, recalling Xie Zhizhi’s furious gesture yesterday, pointing at the bed as if to catch them in the act. He hesitantly entered Su Hansheng’s room.
Since Su Hansheng was no longer afraid of light, the bed curtains were no longer always drawn. Su Xuanlin casually glanced and saw the quilt and pillow in disarray.
He stepped forward, casually tugging at a corner of the quilt.
He didn’t expect anything, but as he moved, something rolled out from the messy quilt, landing by his leg.
Su Xuanlin picked it up, raising an eyebrow.
It was the recording pearl he’d been searching for yesterday?
No.
Su Xuanlin held the still-functioning recording pearl, frowning deeply.
How did this thing end up in Xiaoxiao’s bed?
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