Chapter 151: I Want Shen Susu to Live

Yin Buqi was being gently soothed by Jiang Niannian, and at this moment, he seemed completely relaxed, yet his face grew paler and paler, as white as a vengeful ghost.

His eyes were closed, but the corners of his eyes were so red that it seemed as if blood might seep out at any moment.

Jiang Niannian’s soothing movements became even gentler: “Does it still hurt so much?”

Yin Buqi buried his head in her neck, his voice muffled: “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Liar,” Jiang Niannian said.

She released her spiritual energy; although her cultivation was low, her memories had returned, and her techniques were as familiar and natural as ever.

Her spiritual energy was like a clear spring, or like soft, untouchable silk threads, flowing into Yin Buqi’s body.

Wherever her spiritual energy reached, the pain in Yin Buqi’s body eased slightly.

Despite this, Yin Buqi’s appearance continued to slowly become more terrifying, as if testing her, he slightly opened his eyes.

Blood filled his entire eye sockets, but there were no pupils, making him look ferocious and frightening.

He asked: “Niannian, are you afraid of me like this?”

Look at how ugly and hideous he was.

“These eyes were gouged out,” Yin Buqi whispered in her ear, his voice trembling: “You insisted on seeing them, Niannian… You can’t be afraid of me, and you can’t abandon me.”

The veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and even in this grotesque state, his handsome face still exuded a strange allure.

Jiang Niannian looked at him, feeling a dense, heart-wrenching pain.

How much pain must he have endured…

If he hadn’t survived the hands of the Heaven’s Will, if he hadn’t endured the backlash of the reincarnation technique, and had become a pile of bones, she would never have seen him again.

There was only one Yin Buqi like this in the world.

Jiang Niannian kissed his lips: “You are my husband. As long as we live, we will be husband and wife. No one is afraid of their own husband. Don’t ask such silly questions anymore.”

As she spoke, she continued to channel her spiritual energy into him.

Yin Buqi’s fox ears twitched, and he muttered: “Only husband and wife in this life?”

Jiang Niannian paused: “Well, even after death, we’ll be buried together, still husband and wife.”

Yin Buqi pressed on: “Only in this life and the next?”

“…And the life after that, and the life after that, and so on.”

Yin Buqi’s lips were covered by a soft, white hand.

Jiang Niannian felt that this topic could only lead to an endless loop, so she blurted out: “Don’t talk, just kiss me.”

Yin Buqi closed his eyes and obediently kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth freely.

The pink tips of his ears gradually deepened to a dark red.

Jiang Niannian was kissed breathless.

She hugged him, already exhausted, and pressed against his chest.

Her fingers gently stroked him, as if comforting him, just like she did when he was a child: “Pain, pain, go away. Buqi, you need to get better quickly…”

Yin Buqi lowered his head, his response so light it seemed it might be carried away by the wind.

“Mmm.”

Jiang Niannian fell asleep at some point, but the flow of spiritual energy from her hands didn’t stop.

She murmured: “Buqi… get better soon…”

Yin Buqi held the curled-up figure in his arms, enduring the pain that felt like it would kill him.

His fingers dug into the edge of the jade bed until they bled, but he didn’t make a sound.

In countless nights past, he had been in so much pain that he wanted to destroy everything, to vent his hatred and rage with endless bloodshed, to take everyone down with him.

He wanted the entire world, including the Heaven’s Will, to perish with him.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t love the world, but he loved Jiang Niannian.

He wasn’t afraid of death, but he was afraid of Jiang Niannian’s sorrow.

This world belonged to his Niannian, everything in it was what Niannian had once protected.

Niannian hadn’t returned yet, so he guarded it for her.

He believed she would come back.

He gently hugged the sleeping figure in his arms, one arm lightly resting on her, while the other hand was drenched in blood.

He closed his eyes, enduring the pain, and pressed his cheek against her hair.

The faint scent of grass and wood brought him peace, and her soft, long hair seemed to bridge the past and present.

Now, he had finally gotten what he wished for.

This long-awaited peace.

The next day, Jiang Niannian woke up.

Yin Buqi took her to a black tower that seemed to have no top.

Jiang Niannian asked: “What is this place?”

Yin Buqi said: “This is the Heavenly Tower. Niannian, you don’t have divine power, so you can’t ascend to the Heavenly Realm, but from here you can. This is the only connection between the Netherworld and the Heavenly Realm.”

“That dog Heaven’s Will  hasn’t discovered this tower?”

Yin Buqi sneered: “Of course, I wouldn’t let him find it.”

With a wave of his sleeve, the various jade stones on the black tower moved, forming intricate patterns in a mysterious arrangement.

At first glance, they seemed ordinary, but upon closer inspection, they contained countless arrays.

The stone door opened, and Yin Buqi stepped forward, leading Jiang Niannian inside.

Jiang Niannian was shocked.

The spiral staircase made of black stone was disorienting, making it hard to tell whether it led up or down.

Looking down, it felt as if one misstep would plunge them into an endless abyss.

“Niannian, let’s go.”

Yin Buqi’s tone was calm, but Jiang Niannian knew that beneath this calmness lay a raging fury and hatred.

They were about to face a fierce battle, one that belonged to both Yin Buqi and her.

He held her hand firmly, with a strong, steady grip.

But when they finally reached the heavens, Jiang Niannian couldn’t help but widen her eyes, and even Yin Buqi pursed his lips tightly.

The once beautiful heavenly realm had long since crumbled, and beneath their feet was a sea of blood.

Black mist continuously spread outward at a terrifying speed.

A damp, musty wind swept around them.

In the endless sea of blood, a figure stood amidst a cluster of darkness.

Yin Buqi’s aura turned icy cold.

The figure was entirely red, with flowing blood forming handsome features, half-liquid and half-solid, as if in extreme pain.

Jiang Niannian immediately recognized him—it was Shen Yu.

No, he was no longer human.

He had been turned into a flesh-and-blood puppet by the Heaven’s Will.

Jiang Niannian looked at him.

She couldn’t believe, even in death, that Shen Yu was the one who had planted the Twin Life Gu in her.

Across the sea of blood, she asked: “Shen Yu, why did you kill me?”

Her voice was filled with agitation, anger, and sorrow.

Shen Yu’s body was made of coagulated blood, his face twisted in agony.

Hearing Jiang Niannian’s question, his eyes widened, trembling uncontrollably.

It seemed he could no longer form complete sentences, only muttering brokenly: “I’m… sorry… I wanted… Shen Susu… to live…”

Jiang Niannian’s pupils contracted as she stared at Shen Yu in shock.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed another figure amidst the waves of blood.

“He’s here… hurry… go… GO!!!”

Shen Yu’s voice was hoarse, as if scorched by fire, but there was still a trace of consciousness left in him.