After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 65
Chapter 65: Yin Buqi is Very Clingy
By the time the group emerged from the Demon Realm, it was already dusk, and a cool breeze swept through the crowd.
After traveling by sword for half a day, everyone was quite tired, and they decided to rest in a small town.
Street vendors were shouting loudly, peddling various wares—jewelry, hairpins, medicinal elixirs, or small daggers and other weapons.
As the crowd swelled, Jiang Niannian’s group got split into two.
Wen Shili and his companions moved ahead with a quicker pace, while Jiang Niannian, who was carrying Yin Buqi and accompanied by Coal Ball, lagged slightly behind.
Yin Buqi’s black hair draped loosely behind him.
He wore a red robe, and his face was concealed by a bamboo hat.
After their previous experience in Qinghe Town, Jiang Niannian figured it would be best for him to keep his face covered during future travels since his appearance drew far too much attention wherever they went.
As the temperature of the body on her back rose, Jiang Niannian sensed something amiss and turned her head to check on him.
Yin Buqi’s eyelids were lowered, his long, dark lashes trembling slightly.
He said nothing, merely snuggling against her with a terribly pale face and colorless lips.
Feeling concerned, Jiang Niannian asked, “Are you feeling unwell?”
Yin Buqi remained silent.
Now she was sure his injuries were severe; in the past, he would have smiled and teased her a bit despite the pain.
Yin Ci had been watching the two closely and, noticing they’d stopped, walked over.
“What’s wrong?”
Jiang Niannian replied, “We still have some distance to the sect. If we push on, we’ll arrive by the hour of Hai (9-11 pm), but Buqi’s injuries are too serious. How about you all go on ahead? I’ll stay behind with him for a night at an inn nearby, and we’ll rejoin tomorrow.”
“Then… I’ll inform the master and stay with you both,” Yin Ci said and threaded his way through the crowd to catch up with Wen Shili.
While waiting, Jiang Niannian spotted an inn not far from where they stood.
Carrying Yin Buqi, she navigated the crowd and entered the inn, paid for a room, and took him upstairs, sending Yin Ci a quick message afterward.
Yin Buqi’s weak cough broke the silence.
Noticing his frail appearance, Jiang Niannian gently took his wrist in her hand.
Sensing her touch, Yin Buqi raised his head, meeting her gaze with his red eyes.
Then he reached out and pulled her close by the waist, resting his head on her lap.
“Niannian… cough, I feel terrible…”
Worry clouded her face as she stroked his cheek.
“No wonder—you’re running a high fever. I’ll get some water to cool you down.”
But Yin Buqi clung to her waist and wouldn’t let go.
“Niannian, don’t leave… Could you… stay with me?”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m just getting some water; I’ll be back in no time.”
Smiling helplessly, she rose and planted a quick kiss on his lips.
Yin Buqi reluctantly agreed, closing his eyes and lying still on the bed.
Turning to Coal Ball, Jiang Niannian instructed, “You keep an eye on him,” and then left the room.
Downstairs, Yin Ci, Tang Murou, and Tang Xuanye seemed to be having a tense conversation, with Yin Ci’s face flush with anger.
Seeing this, Jiang Niannian’s face darkened as she walked over to Yin Ci.
“What’s she doing here?”
Yin Ci glared furiously.
“She said she was tired and wanted to rest as well, insisting on coming here with me, no matter how much I tried to drive her away!”
With a blank expression, Tang Xuanye remarked, “People say that the young master of the Yin household is well-mannered and exceptional, but it seems that he’s just so-so.”
Yin Ci’s anger flared up further.
“Do you realize how many lives your sister has cost? In Qinghe Town, several cultivators died saving her from the Yin Spirits. If she hadn’t foolishly let the Demon Lord escape, we wouldn’t have been dragged into the Demon Realm!”
“Brother…”
Tang Murou whimpered, hiding behind Tang Xuanye, large tears welling up in her eyes as if she were the victim here.
“Quit pretending to be pitiful! Just seeing you irritates me. If you must stay, go somewhere else.”
“How laughable—this inn doesn’t belong to you. Who are you to tell others where they can and can’t stay?”
Tang Xuanye’s tone was calm, but each word was razor-sharp.
“Besides, the real culprit for the deaths of those cultivators was the one who tampered with the array. Even if they hadn’t saved Murou, they could have fallen to the Yin Spirits due to negligence, no?”
Holding Tang Murou’s hand as if to comfort her, Tang Xuanye looked at Yin Ci with piercing eyes, his words unhurried but cutting deep. “Perhaps the young master of the Yin household is unaware… No, perhaps he’s no longer a young master at all. The crimes of Yin Ruoxu have already been exposed, and it was your beloved master Wen Shili who executed him. The saying ‘like father, like son’ holds true—Yin Ci, given your impressive cultivation at such a young age, could it be that you also used the skins of the Wei people?”
Jiang Niannian’s heart skipped a beat.
“This is bad!”
As expected.
At those words, Yin Ci lunged forward, grabbing Tang Xuanye by the collar and glaring at him with gritted teeth, fury distorting his face.
Tang Xuanye’s tone remained calm.
“What’s the matter—does the truth sting?”
“Aaaaah! You’re asking for it!”
With a furious shout, Yin Ci gathered spiritual energy in his palm and struck at Tang Xuanye.
Tang Xuanye, who was no pushover, retaliated; as the two fought in the tight confines of the inn, one of Yin Ci’s blasts shattered a stool as Tang Xuanye dodged.
A swift kick from Tang Xuanye sent Yin Ci flying, crashing onto a table that broke in two.
Onlookers: “Hey? Why are they fighting?”
Innkeeper: “Please, honored immortals, spare my establishment—I can’t afford the damage!”
“Doesn’t that one look like the young master Yin?”
“You know, he really does!”
“I heard his father massacred the Wei people to seize the sect’s leadership. Just punishing his father isn’t enough, really—he should be held accountable, too.”
“But his father did that before he was even born. It doesn’t seem fair to blame him for it.”
“Not necessarily. Sins should not fall to children… unless those children also reaped the benefits, right? And didn’t he live well on what his father took?”
As more people gathered, gossip and accusations multiplied until it seemed like they would drown Yin Ci.
Growing paler by the second, Yin Ci could barely muster the strength to defend himself and was soon struck by Tang Xuanye, coughing up blood.
“Stop it!”
Jiang Niannian hurriedly caught Yin Ci and blocked Tang Xuanye’s next blow with a swift hand.
“Stop it… just stop…”
Yin Ci curled up on the ground, covering his face with his hands.
Watching from the sidelines, Tang Murou looked at Yin Ci with feigned regret.
“Brother, do you think we went too far?”
Tang Xuanye said nothing.
Suddenly, a fierce sword energy surged from behind him.
He tried to dodge to the side but was still struck, the sword piercing through his collarbone.
“Brother!”
Everyone looked up to see a man dressed in red, with black hair flowing loosely over his shoulders, standing on the upper floor.
His face was elegant and striking—even in his weakened and disheveled state, he carried an aura of dark and unearthly grace.
He parted his lips slightly and uttered a single word: “Leave.”
Barefoot on the staircase, a small, fierce-looking beast stood by his feet.
Though the command was softly spoken, it carried an imposing pressure that made everyone feel an inexplicable urge to obey.
Tang Murou looked at the blood on Tang Xuanye’s shoulder, crying like a rain-soaked blossom.
“Brother… let’s go somewhere else to rest. You’re hurt, and it pains me so…”
Tang Xuanye looked at him for a moment, then took Tang Murou’s hand and said in a low voice, “Let’s go, Murou.”
Jiang Niannian asked, “Buqi, why did you come out?”
With his eyes lowered, Yin Buqi replied weakly, “Niannian wasn’t here, so I came looking… cough, cough…”
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
