Chapter 79: A Terrible Night – Rong Ye Truly Wasn’t Human

What a terrible night.

A ray of clear light fell on his eyelids. Gu Changhuai gradually regained consciousness in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw a expanse of snow-white chest right in front of him, marked with two scratch lines. He could feel something pressing against the top of his head, and warm, even breaths sprinkled into his hair, seeping into his scalp and making his whole body tremble.

Gu Changhuai was stunned for a good while before he hazily accepted everything that had happened the night before. He also accepted that he was currently being held tightly like a pillow by Rong Ye.

It didn’t hurt, though.

It was just that the drug Hua Mei had given him had an incredibly potent effect.

But this matter… the aftermath… Gu Changhuai closed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. First, he tentatively moved a little. Good—Rong Ye wasn’t woken up.

He carefully removed the arm wrapped around his waist and slowly sat up.

Borrowing the two beams of light streaming in through the window lattice, Gu Changhuai sat there quietly with his hair disheveled for a moment. He lowered his gaze and carefully examined Rong Ye. As if possessed, he reached out and touched the other’s jet-black, thick eyelashes.

Like a dragonfly skimming water, he touched and immediately pulled away. Gu Changhuai muttered softly, “Awake? Not awake? This drug’s effect is pretty strong.” He had just felt the eyelashes twitch a little.

While Rong Ye was still asleep, he flicked his two fingers, and the Fragment Shadow Armor instantly attached to his left hand. After cutting off a strand of Rong Ye’s hair, he used the tip to prick Rong Ye’s fingertip, collecting two drops of blood from the tip. Once he had the blood, he quickly applied medicine to the wound, erasing all traces of the injury.

Gu Changhuai sat on the bed, head buried as he diligently applied the medicine. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back.

Without even lifting his head, he instinctively grabbed his outer robe and tried to flee the bed. At the same time, an irresistible force tugged at him from behind.

Gu Changhuai looked down and saw a hand extending from his side—a large palm with distinct knuckles pressing against his lower abdomen, faint purple veins visible beneath the skin.

Remembering what this hand had done last night.

He felt even dizzier in an instant.

He struggled but couldn’t break free. Like a salted fish, he was dragged back onto the bed. Rong Ye flipped him over so they faced each other directly. The Immortal Lord’s brows still carried a trace of weariness, and his voice was low as he asked, “Why run?”

Gu Changhuai covered his face with one hand, half-hiding as he laughed it off. “Just hungry, that’s all. Not running, not running.”

“Is that so.” Rong Ye slowly raised his hand, staring at the fingertip that had just been pricked for blood. “What do you want with my blood? To cook rice with it?”

“…”

What a cold joke.

Gu Changhuai gave up resisting, grinding his back teeth. “You were awake all along, as expected. What do you want?”

Rong Ye’s tone remained even as he lifted his gaze, his green eyes staring straight at Gu Changhuai. He countered, “I should be the one asking you that. What do you want, Shadow Demon?”

Hearing this, he knew he was done for today. He shouldn’t have applied the medicine—he should’ve taken the blood and bolted immediately.

Since he was exposed anyway, Gu Changhuai’s mind stirred. He slapped a palm toward Rong Ye, but his wrists were caught and pinned back down onto the bed.

Gu Changhuai struggled but couldn’t break free. In frustration, he cursed upward, “Kill me if you’re going to, stop wasting words!”

“When did I say I wanted to kill you?” Rong Ye furrowed his brows. “We’ve already dual cultivated, so we’re Dao companions now. Can’t I even ask you a few questions?”

“…”

At these words, Gu Changhuai’s ears filled with “dual cultivated” and “Dao companions.” In an instant, his entire face—from head to toe—burned hot.

“What nonsense are you spouting? It was all an accident, an accident!” His mind was a mess; he didn’t know what to say and just kept denying it. “It was all an accident. It was the drug. Do you even understand? Dao companions don’t count at all…”

Rong Ye’s gaze darkened slightly. “Don’t count?”

Gu Changhuai said, “They don’t.”

Rong Ye’s tone turned cool. “Looks like you still have some energy left.”

Gu Changhuai: “…What?”

In the next moment, his mouth was blocked, and the robe he’d just put on was pulled open again. Gu Changhuai only felt a surge of spiritual power approaching aggressively, dragging his divine sense out and hooking onto it in a barbaric manner.

An extreme sensation assaulted him, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to open his mouth and cry out, but with his lips sealed, only muffled whimpers stayed trapped in his throat.

Rong Ye picked up his limp fingers and pressed them to his own face, making Gu Changhuai see and feel clearly. With heavy brows and eyes, he said, “Now, do you get it? This is no accident.”

From beginning to end, it had never been an accident.

Gu Changhuai had understood long ago, but he was sobbing hard, crying so fiercely that he couldn’t respond.

Through the fusion of their divine senses, he kept accessing the related memories of the two of them. He understood all too clearly—Rong Ye was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. From the moment he arrived at Supreme Peak, or rather, from the moment he appeared before Rong Ye, he had been completely seen through.

Last night, only two strands of divine sense had drifted out. Today, he was forced to fully surrender it—not entirely willingly. It hurt!

It hurt so much, yet felt so good!

He couldn’t cry out and could only sob nonstop. His member swayed, soft like dough under Rong Ye’s hand. With his ankle gripped, his long legs folded pitifully, and the soreness in his lower abdomen felt even more pronounced.

Outside, it grew light again, then dark.

In the end, he didn’t even have the strength to cry anymore. Only his red-rimmed eyes remained, and even the tears wouldn’t fall. A single touch made him tremble.

Gu Changhuai’s mind held only one thought—

Rong Ye truly wasn’t human.

The whiter the robes, the blacker the heart.