After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 142
Chapter 142: Past Events (18) – Reincarnation
Jiang Niannian plummeted straight down, but she felt a warmth against her back.
She was caught in someone’s arms, the scent of blood thick in the air.
Amid the chaos of lightning and thunder, she used all her strength to open her eyes just a sliver—only to find that the warmth was from Yin Buqi’s blood, spilling from his mouth in an unending stream.
What kind of madman was he?
He knew he couldn’t save her, yet he still leapt down to die with her.
Silly disciple.
Though his breathing was weak, Yin Buqi instinctively held her even tighter, desperately charging upward.
Protecting her—it seemed to be ingrained in his very bones.
His eyes were shut in exhaustion, fresh blood continuously trickling from his lips, stark against his deathly pale face.
Yet all the life remaining in him was poured into his arms, holding her securely.
The good news was, he managed to break free from the Fallen Immortal Terrace and return to the heavenly palace with her.
The bad news was, she still died.
It seemed Yin Buqi truly was the reincarnation of the Emperor Jiuyin.
Because if one were a celestial being, they could never escape the Fallen Immortal Terrace alive.
He was neither human nor celestial, nor even a demon—he was the Emperor Jiuyin, one who transcended the Three Realms.
Yin Buqi, mad with grief, forcefully bound her soul to this world.
Thus, after her death, her soul remained by his side.
She watched as, in some unknown way, he preserved her mangled, bloodied corpse within a formation.
He kept vigil over her, his eyes bloodshot, lashes damp.
Gone was the light that once filled his gaze—he was an empty shell.
“Master, my greatest regret in this life is not being able to marry you while you were still alive.”
Her posthumous appearance was so gruesome even she couldn’t bear to look at herself—torn flesh, a face beyond recognition.
But Yin Buqi gazed at her with deep affection, cupping her ruined face and kissing her lips.
His voice was hoarse, filled with longing.
“Master.”
A murmur, as if hoping for a response.
Every night, he slept beside her corpse, whispering her name over and over.
Sometimes, he would even cradle her body, panting lowly as he called her name, his voice thick with suppressed emotion.
As a soul, Jiang Niannian could only turn her back, cheeks burning, forced to listen to him whisper her name while… doing such things.
“Master, no matter the price, I will bring you back to life.”
From that day on, Yin Buqi left, while Jiang Niannian’s soul remained imprisoned in the formation.
She didn’t see him for a long time.
Until one day, he returned—covered in blood.
His red eyes brimmed with madness, his lips curled slightly, his entire being exuding a chilling, deathly aura.
She froze.
Staring at the bloodstained man, she reached out, wanting to touch him.
But she was merely a soul.
Her hand passed through his chest and emerged from the other side.
She frowned, her throat dry, wanting to ask him—what had happened to him?
He held her corpse in his arms, resting his forehead against hers.
His eyes were half-lidded, his expression utterly exhausted.
His lips curved in a faint, hopeless smile.
She gazed at him, and for some inexplicable reason, pain surged within her—a scorching agony that felt as if it were burning through her very soul.
“Master, I’ve thought about it carefully these past days. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have forced you, shouldn’t have imprisoned you… but I was so afraid of losing you. Yet, the tighter I held on, the farther you drifted away…”
“You were cruel enough to leave me alone in this world. Do you know how much pain I’ve endured?”
“From today on, I give you your freedom. You may go wherever you wish…”
“Master, I am about to die. Do you remember your promise? You once told me that if I won first place at the Immortal Alliance Conference, you would grant me one wish. Before, I wanted you to agree to marry me… but now, all I ask is this—if there is a next life, no matter where you are, will you come see me? Even if you still do not love me, let me see you just once more…”
Jiang Niannian panicked.
“No! I don’t want you to die with me! Live! You must live!”
But she was just a soul—no matter how she screamed, Yin Buqi could not hear her.
“Master, don’t be afraid. I will always be with you.”
“I’ve discovered a way for souls to reincarnate. We may forget each other, but my heart will not. If you appear again, my love for you will spread like wildfire.”
“Master, do not grieve. My death will be a new beginning.”
Holding her, he murmured softly to himself, slowly closing his eyes.
The blood congealed into dark brown stains, the scent of iron thick in the air.
His long black hair cascaded down his back, yet, without a sound, inch by inch, it turned white.
The flames on his body burned hotter and hotter.
His skin charred, unable to heal, slowly crumbling into ash.
The fire was silent.
It silently consumed all that he was.
Jiang Niannian wept, her vision blurring, suffocating in anguish.
She could hear herself wailing, her cries raw and desperate.
“Yin Buqi! I will never leave you! I will stay by your side for eternity! Wake up!”
“You fool, you win! I do have you in my heart! If I could see you again, I would tell you—I love you! Imprison me if you must, threaten me if you will, I will always stay by your side…”
She shut her eyes, her whole being trembling.
Overwhelming sorrow flooded her soul, draining all her strength, making her body gradually turn transparent.
Then—her soul journeyed to the modern world and returned once more.
So, there was fate between them after all.
Even if time rewound, she would still choose to stay by his side.
Her destination… would always be him.
