The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Chapter 170 - Phoenix Bathing On Fire

TL-Checked by Bamblueboo; Edited by Animeart

In an instant, the diffusion of the blood mist stopped.

Ling Fengxiao slowly closed his eyes.

He looked very calm, as if doing a very ordinary thing.

Ordinary things such as taking a pill or drinking a glass of water.

The blood mist suddenly surged up!

Ling Fengxiao frowned slightly, he seemed to be suffering in unbearable pain.

Lin Shu held his hand and tried to transfer some spiritual power.

Ling Fengxiao clasped at Lin Shu’s hand with great strength and his fingers trembled slightly.

His hands were cold, bone chilling cold.

Lin Shu probed into his spiritual aura, but suddenly he was ejected out by the churning resentment!

It was a pure cold and evil resentment. At first touch, hundreds of thousands of fierce ghosts screamed in his ears.

This was the resentment and grievances accumulated by all the people in the world in the past 300 years, in the midst of war and famine, grief and despair.

Gathered sand could form a tower, and armpits hair gathered together could form a fur. Once the grievances of living beings gathered together, it had the power to embroil the whole word in turmoil.

As that Young Master Chen said... Once this kind of resentment scattered on the earth, it would be the beginning of another chaotic world where demons ran rampant.

At that time, Lin Shu was still thinking that the Great Wizard was already dead, and Xiao Xuan didn’t seem to like war very much. But when demons were rampant in the world, the force would be divided into two sides: humans versus demons, and that would be another prolonged war. He wondered, what would Ling Fengxiao do?

In general, he would first negotiate peace with Northern Xia, then began to arrange the war, and finally strategize, he would be ingenious and invincible, and his name would go down in history.

But Ling Fengxiao didn’t do so.

Instead, he took the initiative to melt the core of resentment into his body.

Lin Shu didn’t know what the consequences would be.

Would he become possessed, lose his mind, or be manipulated by resentful aura and become another Great Wizard?

He could do nothing but stretch out his right hand and gently stroke away the slightly sweaty hair on Ling Fengxiao’s forehead.

A drop of blood-red tear fell from the corner of Ling Fengxiao’s eyes and slid down slowly.

Lin Shu reached out and slowly wiped it away. The bright and beautiful blood continued to flow from the corners of his eyes and painted on Ling Fengxiao’s slightly pale cheeks. The color was shocking.

The blood mist surrounding them seemed to have thickened some more. The unsettling mist contained obvious malice, slowly swirled and reverberated around them, into a blood-red vortex.

A cold hand gripped his right wrist.

He heard Ling Fengxiao’s voice saying in his ear, “Baby, I am in so much pain.”

Lin Shu hugged him and patted him on the back.

Ling Fengxiao hugged him tightly and buried his face on his shoulder.

His whole body was trembling slightly.

Lin Shu knew that only a person who was suffering from extreme unbearable pain would have such a reaction.

All the resentment between heaven and earth was eroding his body, sanity and even his whole soul.

This was not something that a person could endure, nor was it something that a single person should go through.

No one asked Ling Fengxiao to do so, and no one would blame Ling Fengxiao for not doing it– he could have taken the other route.

But at the same time, Lin Shu realized that this was what Ling Fengxiao would do.

If killing one person could save ten people, and by killing ten thousand people, he could save 100,000 people, then those in the position of a Monarch would kill decisively.

But what if it was himself who had to be sacrificed to save those ten people, one hundred thousand people, or a million people?

It would be said that it is the dirt of receiving the country. It is called the master of the country. It is ominous to receive the country. It is the king of the world. However...

Lin Shu thought about something randomly in his heart and gently stroked Ling Fengxiao’s long hair. In a short period of time, he saw that most of his shoulder had been soaked with blood.

The blood dripped like tears, flowing endlessly. Was Ling Fengxiao crying? Or were these the tears of the world’s living beings’ mournful crying of despair?

He remembered the way Ling Fengxiao used to comfort him. He followed suit and said to Ling Fengxiao, “Don’t cry.”

Ling Fengxiao responded by biting his shoulder.

Lin Shu: “...”

Alright.

He continued to hug Ling Fengxiao and stroke his hair.

Following along, he remembered that in the Elysium, when he blocked the knife aiming at Ling Fengxiao, he suddenly used the eighth move of 《Endless Yearning》, “Concept of One’s Life”.

In the Sword Pavilion, after he comprehended the seventh move “A Solitary Boat”, there was no way to advance to the eighth form, but when he used it earlier in the Elysium, he realized that this move had a tricky condition.

This was not a totally offensive move, nor was it a totally defensive move, nor could it be said that it was an attack for defense type of move. When it was used, many flaws would be exposed on the body and when facing a strong enemy, using this move, one was very likely to be seriously injured.

This was not an exquisite and perfect move.

But there was a place, where it was suited perfectly.

Behind one’s body.

The person who would use this move; behind his body, was the safest place.

So the meaning of this move was not to attack or defend, but to protect what was behind you or the person behind you.

Only in such a case, this move could be used.

As a cultivator of 《Endless Yearning》, was a swordsman who had no emotions, should be someone who had no one or nothing to protect.

But if this person was Ling Fengxiao, he could still do it.

Even《Endless Yearning》permitted this.

Lin Shu was quite relieved, and his movements of smoothening the hair became much lighter.

Little Phoenix! still so adorable.

He didn’t know how long had passed, the blood mist around them was still thick, but the sharp malice had gradually faded.

At the same time, the blood mist — slowly infused into Ling Fengxiao’s body.

The endless blood mist surrounded his body like layered petals of red lotus, and it seemed to be a cold flame.

Lin Shu saw that Ling Fengxiao’s body gradually disappeared from his arms, as if something was changing inside, and then a few moments later, it changed back, flickering, as if it was no longer something that should be in the human world.

Hell flames licked, the colors in front of him intensified, and he found that he could no longer see Ling Fengxiao’s appearance clearly, only a hazy blood mist.

Lin Shu wondered, whatever kind of appearance he would be changing into was okay.

In the void which they had entered through the two-faced Buddha, they became two light spots, and they could circle around each other. They had a good time.

As long as it was still Ling Fengxiao.

As long as the Little Phoenix could still come back.

He felt his heart beat faster and faster. He heard it clearly, beating strongly in the hazy atmosphere.

“Ling Fengxiao,” he heard his own voice calling, “Ling Fengxiao, Xiao Shao...”

He shouted the man’s name over and over again.

As he shouted constantly, he kept thinking, don’t get lost.

His voice was not loud and not very hard, but in the end, his voice was a little hoarse.

The blood mist was decreasing, and he clearly saw the trend.

The fierce and incomparable blood-red glow on the stars in the sky was also gradually diminishing.

And the disappearing blood color, all converged into Ling Fengxiao.

The world in front of Lin Shu’s eyes became clearer.

He was not holding the slender waist of Miss Danzhu now.

And he was now being held by some unknown being.

The unknown being seemed to have the face of Xiao Shao.

Lin Shu reached out and poked at the face indifferently. It was human skin, and the temperature also picked up a little.

The world before them was a little more clearer.

He was like a person watching Phoenix Nirvana, eager to know whether this Nirvana was successful, whether it had produced a phoenix or a roast chicken.

So he rubbed his eyes.

His wrist was pressed before he could rub his eyes twice.

Lin Shu looked up and stared into Xiao Shao’s eyes.

The vision, over stimulated by the color of blood, slowly returned to normal.

He saw a pair of inky black pupils.

The shape was still that good-looking shape, but it was dark and lifeless, with some indifference for no reason.

He then saw Xiao Shao clearly at this time, dressed in gorgeous black robes, with deep blood flowing in the dark lines of his clothes, and the Guiltless knife at his waist, which still had the evil Qi overflowing.

The red lotus fire, together with the boundless sea of blood, reflected the blood that hadn’t dried from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, if someone tells Lin Shu that Xiao Shao was not in the world, but in Azura hell or the Yellow Spring of hell, Lin Shu also would believe.

After all, he was being held firmly by such a demon whom he didn’t know whether he was human or not, and then he was forced to raise his face and look at him.

Xiao Shao’s face, no matter how many times he had seen it, his aesthetics would be refreshed again, not to mention the gloomy and strange atmosphere at the moment.

Lin Shu: “Xiao Shao?”

He saw Xiao Shao’s slightly confused expression. He seemed to recall something. After a long time, he replied, “It’s me.”

The texture of the voice was like a liquor, mixed with ice and had a clear and cold texture.

After answering, he half closed his eyes, frowned slightly, as if in pain.

Lin Shu cared: “Does it still hurt?”

Xiao Shao shook his head.

Lin Shu looked at his expression that vaguely showed paranoia and indifference. He was different from the past and Lin Shu didn’t feel assured: “Are you... Okay?”

Xiao Shao said, “Many people are crying.”

Lin Shu: “Huh?”

He didn’t notice when the crying and wailing in the sea of blood had subsided. He couldn’t hear it now.

Xiao Shao’s fingertips slowly traveled over his face, tracing the outline as he said, “In my soul.”

Lin Shu was pricked by his touch and turned his head sideways, but somehow this slight movement annoyed Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao forced his face back, asked him to look into his eyes, and then said, “It is better when I am close to you.”

As he spoke, he continued to touch his face, pressed his fingertips on his lips, and then bowed his head and kissed him expressionlessly.

This man was a little abnormal. Lin Shu realized, maybe he had lost his humanity.

He was afraid that Xiao Shao’s sanity was in trouble, so he asked, “Do you remember me?”

“I remember.” Xiao Shao said faintly, “Baby... you called for me and I’m back.”

He seemed sober.

And he had called him “Baby” to prove that he was still Xiao Shao, not some strange creature.

Lin Shu was a little more at ease.

At this time, the blood mist had started to fade many times faster than before, and the stars in the sky almost returned to normal.

At the same time, Xiao Shao’s faint aura slowly raised.

When everything returned to normal, there was a faint sound outside, and many Northern Xia wizards were coming this way.

Lin Shu naturally knew that they had just fought with the Great Wizard and caused a very big commotion. The wizards must have noticed but because of the sea of blood barrier, they could not enter before, but now they could pass through.

In order to avoid any further delays and since Xiao Shao also had nothing to say, without asking for any advice, Lin Shu took Xiao Shao back to the Qingming Cave.

He greeted the elder martial brother, and went back to the room.

The Demon Lord’s bedroom was naturally reserved for the Demon Lord. The two of them lived in a separate guest room in the cave.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Shu had a somewhat ominous premonition, as if he was locked by something invisible.

He felt chills all over, so he turned his head to look at Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao was looking at him.

“Are you... okay?” Lin Shu asked again.

Xiao Shao: “Not bad”

Lin Shu: “...Would you like some hot water?”

Xiao Shao looked at him with a little doubt in his eyes, and then shook his head: “No need.”

Lin Shu had so many things he wanted to ask, but for a moment, he didn’t know where to start.

He pondered over and over again, picking and choosing among these many questions, and finally came up with a more typical one — ‘Are you still human?’

Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth to ask, he was pushed onto the bed by this person.

Xiao Shao towered over him, his face expressionless, but still indulged in touching his face little by little.

From his forehead, to his cheeks, to the corners of his lips.

“You...” Lin Shu just uttered a word, and then there was no way he could speak.

Because Xiao Shao’s fingertips parted his lips, and because he was momentarily unprepared, his fingers had already passed through his lips and teeth, and pressed against the tip of his tongue.

Xiao Shao gazed at him with heavy eyes, then added another finger in.

Lin Shu had something to ask, so he tried to push the two fingers out, but this action seemed like he was actively licking and biting the two slender fingers.

He watched Xiao Shao’s eyes become increasingly perverted, and his heart gradually flustered.

Xiao Shao leaned down, pressing his shoulder with the other hand.

“Immortal Lord,” Lin Shu heard Xiao Shao say slowly in a slightly hoarse voice, “You are so pure.”

Lin Shu did not ask the question anymore.

He should have known the answer long ago.

Xiao Shao was no longer human.

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