Chapter 73 Part 2: Believe it or not, I’ll feed you with my mouth.
Liao Chen came back to his senses. In front of him was another bowl of soup. “Mountain and Sea Soup, you know, it’s also my favorite. You don’t usually eat, so I don’t know what you like to eat. You haven’t had this before, right? The one from the Fusheng Tavern is still the most authentic. It’s a rare occasion today. You should also have a taste.”
The so-called Mountain and Sea Soup was a combination of mountain delicacies and seafood. Fish, shrimp, bamboo shoots, and ferns were either cut into pieces or shredded, and then stewed in a pot. The Mountain and Sea Soup of each season was different, using the mountain delicacies and seafood of the season. At this moment, it was late autumn. Although the bamboo shoots were from spring and had been preserved with spiritual energy, the fish and shrimp were at their most plump and tender. A bowl of fresh fragrance, just smelling it would make one’s appetite stir.
Liao Chen had actually eaten it before.
He had no chance in his youth. But after breaking through to the Demigod stage, the first thing he did was to come to the Fusheng Tavern, incognito, and order the things Yan Jingyu had loved to eat in his youth.
Alone, he savored them carefully.
That day, he had been sitting here, listening to the people around him discuss the martial arts competitions of the cultivation world, who had won again, who was so young and had already reached what cultivation level.
He thought in his heart, all the geniuses in this world are not even a ten-thousandth of Yan Qi.
But what was being discussed around him was no longer the immortal sect prodigy of that year, but the other stunningly talented youths of the present.
…He’s dead.
He sat in the Fusheng Tavern, looking at the magnificent cloud towers that were scattered on the celestial walkways and suspended in the clouds outside the window.
Hutian City was still bustling with people. The celestial walkways crisscrossed like ribbons. The illusions of countless shops spread out in Hutian City, forming a sky full of auspicious signs. It was still magnificent, and the immortal sects were still at their peak.
But the magnificent scene that Chi Yuan had once shown him, the birthday banquet that had prompted countless immortal sects to come in all sorts of luxurious cloud boats, that kind of prosperity and clamor, had already disappeared with the passing of that person.
He had already broken through to the Demigod stage, but the person he had spared no expense to reach the peak for, the person he wanted to meet, had already disappeared forever.
He walked back and forth on the long and short celestial walkways of Hutian, passing by the thousand-year-old shops he had once stopped at, deluding himself into thinking he could find that familiar figure.
Everyone said he was dead.
He had actually vaguely predicted it. Qin Zhongyou had searched the entire world but had not found him. Even if he himself had walked through Hutian City countless times, what was the point?
He told himself that he had been dead for one hundred and thirty-three years, so he would walk through Hutian City one hundred and thirty-three times.
One hundred and thirty-three times, just walking like this with his own two legs. If after one hundred and thirty-three times, he still couldn’t find that figure, then it would prove that he was really dead.
Even if it wasn’t him who had personally defeated him, since Yan Qi was already dead, the past grudges should also be completely let go.
The first time he walked, he thought, it’s impossible to meet him this time. As expected, he walked all over, but did not meet the other.
Just like with cultivation, he thought, the chances of meeting him the first time were very small. But it didn’t matter. He had to walk one hundred and thirty-three times. He hadn’t seen him for one hundred and thirty-three years. Maybe he was still alive, but hadn’t come to Hutian?
But he felt that if he were alive, he would definitely come back to Hutian.
At first, he was still in the mood to think about the moments when he had fought with him, to observe the city where he had grown up, thinking of his graceful figure, flipping down from the celestial walkway. He saw that there were still people in Hutian City who were imitating him back then, saw the flamboyant and romantic immortal lord feather crowns sold in the clothing stores.
He thought, if he were still alive, I wonder if he still likes to follow the trend… then he thought, if he were still alive, he would probably have long since become the trendsetter.
Twenty times, thirty times…
He thought, if after one hundred and thirty-three times, I still can’t find him, then I will slaughter all the immortal sect dogs of Hutian. I will become the most feared existence in the entire world.
Fifty times, sixty times…
He gradually felt that the world was vast, the wind and moon desolate.
The person he wanted to defeat most in this world was gone just like that…
Then what’s the point of this Lord breaking through to the Demigod stage? Without Yan Qi, I would just become a symbol on the throne of the demonic race, without any obsession or thought… without the person I want to defeat, taking Hutian City would just be a matter of convenience. To be hated by tens of thousands of people, how can it compare to the joy of being hated by him alone?
The last thirty-three times, his heart was already empty.
He just completed it step by step. At that time, he gradually began to believe that in this world, there really was no more Yan Qi.
Yan Qi was dead. He had been thoroughly dead one hundred and thirty-three years ago.
His bones were gone, and he had already returned to the ruins, scattered in the sea of consciousness.
The last time, he came to the celestial walkway of the Fusheng Tavern again. He had set out from here.
He slowly stepped onto the celestial walkway, looking at the magnificent, layered pavilions of the Fusheng Tavern, and walked forward step by step. But he suddenly saw a person slowly walking up from the other side of the celestial walkway.
He was dressed in gray. The sunlight was dazzling. He had not yet seen the other’s face clearly, but his body had instinctively entered a state of alert.
That figure, he would never forget.
His floating steps became steady, his gaze fixed on that person without blinking. He did not use his divine sense to probe the other’s identity, but warily, step by step, he slowly approached.
The other stopped in front of the Fusheng Tavern, looked up at the sign of the Fusheng Tavern, and thoughtfully held the spiritual stones in his palm, as if he were calculating whether he should use his remaining assets to go in and have a good time.
This was so Yan Qi.
That kind of figure, that kind of action, he would absolutely not mistake it.
The corners of his lips curved. Even though he had seen clearly that the other’s face was ordinary, he knew very well that that must be Yan Qi.
Yan Qi… he flipped his palm, and in the astonished gazes of Mo Dong and Mo Xia, he swiftly rushed towards that person.
Then, he had never expected that the other would be directly sent flying.
In that instant, he almost suspected that he had really hit the wrong person. But the mark that lit up on the other’s spiritual platform immediately made him incomparably certain that that was Yan Qi.
That mark was to make him confirm that even if the person in front of him was such a waste, he was the person he was looking for.
Although he didn’t understand why a mark that exuded his own aura would remind him like this, he still chose to believe.
“How is it, how is it? Is it good to drink?”
Yan Jingyu called out to him again. Liao Chen slowly put down his spoon. “Can’t you see my past?”
“I can.” Yan Jingyu said, “But I won’t casually look. That’s your secret. I know you so well. If I saw something I shouldn’t in your memory…”
He deliberately rolled his eyes and did not continue. Liao Chen nodded. “When I have re-merged with the Vermilion Bird’s divinity, you probably won’t be able to see it.”
“I didn’t want to see it.” Yan Jingyu happily continued to serve him food. “Since I’ve agreed to marry you, then of course I trust you one hundred percent. There’s no need to look at so many messy things.”
Liao Chen didn’t know if he had heard the point in these words. He lowered his head slightly and ate again.
He didn’t know that Yan Jingyu liked Yin Shi, but he was Liao Chen… Liao Chen and Yan Qi were naturally opposites.
“I’ve already started cultivating a second cultivation body.”
He revealed. Yan Jingyu almost choked. He put down his wine cup, his expression astonished. “Why are you cultivating again…”
“To be prepared.” He said coldly, “This time, if it weren’t for the fact that I had another cultivation body, it would really have been either you die or I die.”
“…” Yan Jingyu suddenly felt that what he said was a little reasonable. “Then should I also cultivate one?”
“A second cultivation body is afraid that it cannot continue your original body’s luck and cannot cultivate on its own. You have to think clearly.”
“That’s true.” Yan Jingyu muttered, “I didn’t have to suffer that hardship to begin with…”
Liao Chen let out a laugh. “Delicate.”
“…” Yan Jingyu glared at him. He felt that Liao Chen seemed to have a habit of wanting to provoke him… actually, he also had this problem. He could accept the same words if someone else said them, but if Liao Chen said them, he couldn’t help but want to refute.
After all, he and Liao Chen had always been like this. They both had an occupational disease… but actually, this wasn’t a bad thing, because they had long been accustomed to each other’s antagonism. Therefore, if the other softened even a little bit, they would feel that they had gotten a big advantage…
For example, Liao Chen’s anger could be dissipated with a single kiss from him, and Yan Jingyu could also be coaxed into a smile with a few words from him…
Although he didn’t know what Liao Chen was thinking specifically, every time Yan Jingyu saw him unwilling but having to yield to him, he would have a feeling of… sigh, it’s already not easy for him to do this.
You know, although Yan Jingyu didn’t get angry easily, once he did, he was notoriously difficult to coax. At least in his youth, it was like this…
What a pair of enemies. Yan Jingyu muttered. He heard him ask with confusion, “What?”
“Nothing.” Yan Jingyu said, “Are you really not going to have some wine? To drink Nine Heavens Immortal in the Fusheng Tavern is what many fellow Daoists long for.”
“I’m not drinking.”
“This is Nine Heavens Immortal…” Yan Jingyu sighed, drank the fine wine in his cup in one gulp, casually wiped his mouth, and then looked at his disapproving expression. He suddenly realized something. “Could it be because I… slapped you that you don’t drink?”
Liao Chen glanced at him dangerously.
“Aiya, it’s fine if you believed this when you were a child.” Yan Jingyu carried the wine pot and went around the table to sit beside him. Liao Chen was squeezed inside, his face annoyed. “Get lost.”
A gurgling sound of pouring water. Yan Jingyu held the wine and handed it to his mouth. “Have a little. Have a taste.”
Liao Chen directly pressed his wrist and frowned. “It stinks. Take it away.”
“What stinks? It’s clearly very fragrant.” Yan Jingyu held the wine cup. The wine in the cup swayed slightly between their pushing and pulling, but it never spilled out. His hand was pushed away and came back. “Just one mouthful. You drink one mouthful, and I’ll kiss you once. How about it?”
Liao Chen paused slightly, then sneered. “What do you take this Lord for…”
Yan Jingyu, caught off guard, kissed his cheek. Liao Chen’s whole body stiffened. He glared at him, but Yan Jingyu was still smiling at him shamelessly. “One mouthful, just one mouthful.”
He really wanted to know what would happen after Liao Chen drank.
Liao Chen’s expression was displeased. “I told you I’m not drinking…”
Yan Jingyu suddenly stood up, and with a twist of his waist, he directly sat on his lap, one arm wrapped around his neck. Taking advantage of the illusion, and the arm wrapped around his neck, the hand that had circled around slid along the side of his ear and gently held his face.
The hand that had come from behind almost completely fit half of Liao Chen’s face and jaw. His armpit was pressed against one of Liao Chen’s shoulders, his breath close at hand. At a glance, Liao Chen’s slightly raised face seemed to have grown in his arms.
Yan Jingyu’s fingers took the opportunity to stroke down, and the soft pads of his fingers slid along his jaw to the other’s Adam’s apple. Clearly, it was a seductive posture, but his expression only held a hint of curiosity, and his eyes were also clean and bright.
Liao Chen’s Adam’s apple rolled. He forcefully suppressed the demonic nature that was slowly opening in his bloodline. The pinions on the side of his neck appeared and then disappeared.
His sleeve was stacked behind his head, and the half of his wrist that was exposed was at his ear. His skin was delicate, and on his neck were the restless fingers that had not touched the spring water of an ordinary person.
His nose was filled with a faint smell of wine, and also a fragrance that was more elegant than a lotus flower. Liao Chen’s heart immediately beat wildly, and his mind was also in a mess for a moment.
“Yan Qi…”
“Drink it. It’s not poisoned.” Yan Jingyu handed the wine to his mouth again. Liao Chen’s eyes flickered. He pursed his lips with all his willpower and transmitted his voice, “I said, I’m not drinking.”
Yan Jingyu had originally just mentioned it casually. Seeing him so stubborn, his eyes couldn’t help but show a hint of pique.
He let out a light snort. “If you don’t drink it, I’ll feed it to you with my mouth.”
“…” Liao Chen’s breathing suddenly became chaotic, and the double pupils in his eyes also flickered.
“You, if you want me to drink.” He said in a hoarse voice, “Then marry me as soon as possible…”
“The wedding wine, I will drink it.”
