Ch56.1 - Forced NTR

Shao Ci felt conflicted.

Although he wanted Si Wuxing to come save him, and he really did come to save him, the timing just wasn’t right. Now, the capture target had totally changed. If Shao Ci still left with him, he would just be going to his death…. 

When he was in Si Wuxing’s arms, Shao Ci felt electric shocks jolting all through his body. Luckily, Si Wuxing was still technically his owner, so Shao Ci could suppress his peculiarity and didn’t struggle free from his embrace…. Otherwise, Si Wuxing might just kill him then and there.

After they escaped to a short distance away, Si Wuxing came to a stop, still holding Shao Ci. He hid in a cavern, his expression a little pale.

Because he had just sent his black fog swirling into the cavern, most of his demonic energy was exhausted even though it put the chief and elders of the sect in a tight spot. After all, Si Wuxing’s strength wasn’t enough to crush high level cultivators so easily.

He turned his head to glance into the distance. His eyes turned cold. “The people from Igniting Star Sect even have the guts to come chasing after? It looks like they didn’t learn their lesson from my attack.” 

Si Wuxing had Shao Ci hide in the cavern, and he carved a concealment array outside of the cave. He told Shao Ci, “Go inside and hide well.”

Shao Ci nodded.

Si Wuxing was at high proficiency with arrays. Supposedly, he learned demonic cultivation arrays from experts among demonic cultivators. The Igniting Star Sect didn’t put much emphasis on arrays, so ordinary cultivators couldn’t even sense that there was a cavern here.

“It looks like several people are hurrying to send themselves to their deaths.” Si Wuxing sneered. He was a demonic cultivator, so there was naturally no need for him to sit and meditate, absorbing spiritual energy to recover his demonic energy. Killing was the fastest way.

The black fog at Si Wuxing’s side scattered. It was evident that the evil spirits had been injured by the high-level cultivators and become listless, but they were still enough to deal with the foundation building and golden core cultivators.

The inner disciples didn’t have the slightest hint of of fear on their faces. Instead, they were filled with self-sacrificial passion. They flexed their spiritual energy outwards as a defense, and, shockingly enough, charged at Si Wuxing like they didn’t care about their lives.

Si Wuxing pulled out his rarely-used sword. The sword exuded an evil aura; it had been stained with the blood of countless people. It was a demonic weapon.

If an ordinary cultivator used a demonic weapon, even their will would be impacted, and they would go insane. To a demonic cultivator, it was the strongest weapon they could wield. 

Si Wuxing lashed his sword at the people charging towards him. A cutting light sliced through a dozen people’s defenses, inflicting serious injuries upon them.

The light was filled with evil, and it drilled into the people who were attacked. Their faces turned pale. They had no choice but to use their spiritual energy to drive out the evil, but this would use up their spiritual energy even faster….

Before they could react from their hesitation, the surrounding black fog flew at them. After a few shrieks, there were no more movements, and the evil spirits in the black fog looked a bit more lively.

“The more people you send after me, the stronger I can get.” Si Wuxing’s gaze was taunting. “You still don’t get it?” 

Immediately, several of the disciples were filled with terror. Si Wuxing had made their most well-practiced technique for dealing with spirits useless. The evil aura on their enemy was too strong, and they didn’t have enough cultivation. They couldn’t even touch Si Wuxing’s spirit.

“You should all wait to die together,” Si Wuxing said. “In any case, you’re all fellow disciples, so it’s pretty good of me to let you all die together, don’t you think?” As he spoke, he chuckled lowly. Several faces, their faces twisted in agony, appeared in the black fog around him. They were the faces of the disciples who had just died.

The sight before their eyes gave the Igniting Star Sect a terrible shock.

Although they had seen plenty of low-level disciples die in the sect, they had all died quickly, and they didn’t feel any pain at all. In comparison, which of the disciples that Si Wuxing’s black fog swallowed up had been able to stop themselves from letting out a shrill scream? 

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“Shit, even if that demonic cultivator gets stronger, that black fog can’t swallow up all of us!” one disciple said, gritting their teeth. “As long as we go together, we’re certain to kill him.”

It was just that these people had never heard of how many small sects and clans Si Wuxing used to exterminate. If they had, they would be frightened into retreating. 

The rest of the disciples were inspired, and they made to attack all at once. Yet in moments, they were frozen in place like something had fixed them in place.

The laughter in Si Wuxing’s eyes faded. He focused at something in the distance, and alarm flashed through his heart.

“That person has come.”

Si Wuxing diffused the black fog around, filling the entire space, then quickly came to the center of the cavern. He wrapped his arms around Shao Ci and fled. 

Because most of his demonic energy had recovered, he quickly arrived at a transportation array.

The cultivation world was vast. On the mainland, there were ten great sects and several ordinary nations. Across the abyss was the region where demonic cultivators and demons wreaked havoc.

There were several islands in the North Sea that were mostly inhabited by demons. There were even countless aquatic demon clans in the waters.

At the limits of the North Sea, there was something that nobody knew. Because the demons who lived closer to the heart of the North Sea were even more powerful, it was impossible for normal cultivators to match up. 

Even if they could only stay on the mainland, the size of the mainland was nothing to sniff at. It would take a cultivator several months of flight to arrive at the abyss.

Thus, the major sects had constructed several interlinked transportation arrays around the mainland. They required two medium-grade spirit stones to be activated.

When the managers of the transportation array saw that the people coming were demonic cultivators, they immediately hid away.

Si Wuxing didn’t bother with them. He pulled out a medium-grade spirit stone and set it down. As long as he could transport them away and destroy the array at the other end, even someone with the highest cultivation wouldn’t be able to find him. 

But in the next moment, the heart of the transportation array was sealed in ice. The spirit stone on the array cracked, turning into powder.

Si Wuxing’s expression sank. He blocked Shao Ci behind his own body, glaring at the person who had come. “What are you trying to do?”

The person who walked over was, of course, Ling Wangchen. Even though they were obviously surrounded by grass, everywhere he stepped would be covered in ice. It was so cold that it seemed as if it was about to snow.

“I’ve come to take my person away, of course,” Ling Wangchen said coolly. 

“Don’t be delusional.” Si Wuxing sneered, taking out his sword. He wouldn’t use his black fog anymore. When faced with a cultivator that was much stronger than he was, the black fog would only waste his demonic energy. It would be no use against his enemy in the slightest.

Ling Wangchen looked at Si Wuxing silently. He barely thought of the demonic cultivator in front of him as an opponent. He just raised a single finger.

Si Wuxing was stunned to find that a layer of ice congealing on his sword. It was a demonic weapon formed from who-knows-how-many people’s resentments, but it had actually been frozen through in the blink of an eye, and in the next moment it cracked into pieces.

A moment later, the cold air attacked his body unexpectedly. Si Wuxing only felt ice freezing throughout his body, then just like his sword, it shattered. 

Si Wuxing collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. Shards of his frozen organs came up with the blood.

His demonic energy was completely frozen and couldn’t circulate through his body at all. Forget about moving; right now, he couldn’t even take anything out of his storage bag.

Si Wuxing knew that he couldn’t defeat his opponent, but he didn’t expect that he would lose so quickly and so simply.

Ling Wangchen didn’t even glance at Si Wuxing, looking as though he had just finished dealing with an inconsequential nuisance. He looked towards Shao Ci. 

He was wearing white all over, and looked like an immortal. His golden blonde hair hung loosely behind him, and his blue eyes were emotionless, as though he was on a different level from anyone else.

Although both of them were cold, Ling Wangchen was completely different from Si Wuxing, who was always stained with a demonic aura.

Even though Ling Wangchen always had on an icy expression, compared to Si Wuxing’s jeering coldness, Ling Wangchen was lofty and distant. He didn’t put anyone in his thoughts; even if they were one of the countless people feverishly trying to devote themselves to him, he watched on coldly like he was from another plane of existence.

Yet now Ling Wangchen smiled slightly at Shao Ci. “Come. Leave with me.” 

“You’re hilarious.” Even though Si Wuxing was restricted by mystic ice, he couldn’t stop himself from sneering. He wiped the blood from his lips. “What makes you so confident that he’ll leave with you?”

As the puppet’s owner, Si Wuxing knew perfectly well Shao Ci’s most important person was him no matter what happened.

Even if he recovered his memory… it was the same. But that was the one thing that Si Wuxing wanted the least.

Moreover, Shao Ci still hadn’t recovered his memory. There was no way he would agree to Ling Wangchen’s demands. 

Ling Wangchen didn’t care about what Si Wuxing was saying at all. He walked slowly over to Shao Ci. “Your name is Shao Ci, isn’t it?”

Shao Ci nodded. “Y-yes, sir….”

“What a beautiful name.” Ling Wangcheng chuckled. It was as though the snow had melted and buds were sprouting. He was as warm as a spring breeze’s caress. He extended a hand to Shao Ci. “Are you willing to leave with me?”

If someone who so lofty and so much like a fallen angel actually extended their hand to you, there was probably nobody who could refuse. 

Si Wuxing coughed out another mouthful of blood. His gaze was fixed on Shao Ci. He said, “Even if he dies with me, Shao Ci would never agree to your demands. Dream on!”

It was about what Si Wuxing expected. Shao Ci really was tightly tied to him due to the magic all over him.

But these ties just meant that he couldn’t stay by Si Wuxing’s side any longer!

Although Shao Ci didn’t know what exact demands Ling Wangchen would make, he was the capture target now. There was no other way then to leave with him. 

Shao Ci bit his lip, reaching out to cover Ling Wangchen’s hand. He said quietly, “I’m willing to leave with you.

Si Wuxing stared in shock. He couldn’t believe his ears.

No. No way. How could his Shao Ci leave him…. How could he….

The upset caused Si Wuxing to begin coughing again. For some reason, possibly because of his already-destroyed organs or because of something else, he felt like there had been a hole scooped out of his chest. 

He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to circulate his demonic energy. His frozen veins were forcibly flushed open, and his already-grave wounds became even more serious.

Even though things were like this, he couldn’t let Shao Ci go. It didn’t matter even if Shao Ci was buried with him.

And then Shao Ci’s voice sounded again. “As long as you… let him go.”

When he heard those words, Si Wuxing’s dim gaze lit up radiantly. 

Exactly. It wasn’t that Shao Ci didn’t want him. He did this for the sake of letting him live on…. And yet he couldn’t even fight back if he wanted to.

In that moment, Si Wuxing suddenly felt remorse. He shouldn’t have left. If he had stayed with his father and cultivated properly, then things wouldn’t have turned out like this.

In truth, the reason Shao Ci made such a request was because Si Wuxing was the villain of the main novel! He was the goal that the protagonist struggled and cultivated against, and the person the protagonist vowed to kill. There would be too much of an impact on the plot if he died.

“As you wish.” Ling Wangchen had never thought of Si Wuxing as an opponent. In his eyes, this person wasn’t even as important as an ant. 

Shao Ci nodded. In moments, Ling Wangchen brought him into his embrace, and they left, heading towards the Igniting Star Sect.

Si Wuxing staggered to his feet, wanting to chase after them, but he fell powerlessly to the ground, coughing up blood again. His already pale face turned even more pallid. He curled his hand tightly into the dirt, his eyes filled with stubborn rejection.

“Wait for me…. I’m going to bring you back….”

He couldn’t die now. As long as he lived, he had a chance. 

Si Wuxing struggled to his feet, his gaze focused on the managers of the transportation array who had hidden away.