The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 243: "Dragon Blood Mountain" Part Three

Amidst a shimmering golden-red bedding, an intoxicating scent of desire rose up into his nostrils.

Staring at Mo Ran's face, Chu Wanning realized that the dreams he once had were finally overlapping with reality. It turned out that these weren't just dreams, but reality.

He and Mo Ran had already shared an intimate bond, they were already wedded, and he had been imprisoned by Mo Ran, kneeling in icy snowfields, pleading to see him...

All of it was true.

At this moment, Chu Wanning was unsure of his own feelings. Perhaps under the influence of the mesmerizing incense, his consciousness was gradually merging with another world's Chu Wanning.

Feeling what he felt.

Knowing what he knew.

As his clothes were torn away and a deep kiss descended upon him, Chu Wanning closed his eyes.

He felt immense pain. Who exactly was he?

Was it the Northern Dipper Immortal Venerated for wielding a sword amidst mortals, or the ridiculed Chu Concubine, submissive beneath a ruler? Was it Chu Wanning, who had won the true heart of Grandmaster Mo, or the Master whom Heaven-Stepping Lord held a grudge against?

Everything gradually blurred, like floating petals in a stream. He tried to grasp at those memories, but they remained elusive.

In the end, only intimate moments between the sheets stood out vividly.

In this illusory realm, he was forcefully restrained by Mo Ran's rough grip on his waist. His undergarment was hastily and ruthlessly removed, devoid of the familiar tender foreplay, replaced instead by a brutal invasion.

Though the scene was false, he and Mo Ran, both under control, were reenacting their genuine actions from their past lives. He was pinned to the bed by Mo Ran, without even a touch of affection or a kiss. All he heard was the rustling of clothing behind him, followed by a scorching hot member pressing against his backside.

"Master, feel it deeply. Can you sense its longing? This seat is about to bestow grace upon you."

"You... abomination!"

His response was met with a mocking laugh, "Aren't you still spreading your legs for this abomination?" Followed by a searing sensation as an unyielding, pulsating member forcefully tore through his untouched passage.

It hurt.

It truly was excruciating.

He vaguely recalled Mo Ran's gentle gaze, his tender expression in the darkness, in the midst of the swirling hot springs as he kissed him and whispered, "You won't be able to handle it if I enter you now. Listen to me, let's do it next time."

But Heaven-Stepping Lord showed no mercy. That staggering size seemed as if it would burst through his intestinal walls, rough and scorching hot, brutal and searing, thick and long. Each pulsation made him feel as though this object would pierce right out of his abdomen, tearing him open and piercing through him.

Chu Wanning wriggled like a fish out of water, but all it earned him was a vicious slap from Heaven-Stepping Lord, who gritted his teeth and said, "It's not like I haven't been inside you before. I've done this to you countless times, why are you still pretending to be pure and aloof?"

With one slap, his cheek flushed red.

He turned his face away, his hair disheveled, the corners of his eyes reddened. Silently, without shedding a tear, this night was more humiliating than any other, yet he was more proud and aloof than ever before.

Mo Ran clasped his waist, their hips colliding relentlessly against each other, the junction of their union damp and scorching hot. Mo Ran tried to fix his gaze on the man's face, determined to witness the humiliation etched upon it. The rhythmic thrusting ceased as the handsome man above him panted softly, his eyes darkening as he forcefully turned the other's chin to meet his gaze.

"You..."

Seemingly on the verge of spewing more insults, yet in the flickering candlelight, those eyes, filled with extreme pain yet restrained, were so captivating. Mo Ran gazed for a moment before abruptly leaning down to capture his lips. A moist, hot tongue intruded, rough against his palate as it swirled within his mouth. The kiss was passionate, while the thrusting below grew more ruthless and rapid, each stroke plunging deep. The hard, warm, and massive member throbbed vividly inside Chu Wanning's body.

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As the kiss ended, Mo Ran's actions grew more frenzied and passionate. The desire in his eyes, be it sexual or amorous, seemed to blur together as he said, almost in a daze, "Don't hold onto the blanket. You're mine, you can hold onto me."

This was the only sentence in the entire encounter that resembled tenderness. Chu Wanning didn't hear it, didn't embrace him as he wished and sink into pleasure together. Thus, Mo Ran's expression darkened, and his invasion became even more savage.

Chu Wanning clenched the bedding with his backhand, veins bulging from his wrists. He couldn't endure this kind of abuse, but Mo Ran wouldn't let him go. With rough palms, he kneaded Chu Wanning's waist and buttocks. Chu Wanning had no idea how long this thrusting had been going on until the man suddenly grew restless, violently pulling out of him. Chu Wanning let out a hoarse groan, then was flipped over. His entrance, slick with arousal, was stretched wide and quivered in spasms. Semen from their earlier encounter seemed to be suspended there, yet to drip out, when Mo Ran's fierce, scorching erection pressed against his cleft once more, nudging slightly against the entrance.

He heard Mo Ran ask, "Is it big enough?"

"..."

"Is your husband pleasing you? Huh?"

Chu Wanning's voice was on the brink of collapse as he replied, "...Get away from me..."

"Go away!"

Mo Ran cursed, seemingly reaching for something beside him. Chu Wanning felt his legs being parted even wider, and a cold tube forcefully squeezed something inside his body.

Chu Wanning choked back sobs, cursing, "Mo Ran... You beast, Mo Ran..."

Starry Flame...

Mo Ran.

No.

It was Mo Ran who smiled brightly under the blooming tree, gazing at him.

Mo Ran had said, "Shifu, I want to hold an umbrella for you for a lifetime."

He had gently ruffled Chu Wanning's hair and whispered, "You'll feel pain."

Mo Ran was the one who curled his lips in the golden wheat field, stretching out his arms, offering him melted lactose on a skewer, and blushing slightly with a smile at a simple word.

So bashful and innocent.

No.

Suddenly, his heart jolted with alarm.

The subsequent scenes seemed to have faded due to the incense burner having been left here too long, losing its initial efficacy. Chu Wanning's mind turned hazy; he saw nothing and still couldn't speak. The only thing he could sense was that he remained bound, with Mo Ran's member still buried within him. The scorching heat, magnitude, and stiffness sent shivers up his scalp.

It was pitch black for a while before gradually brightening up.

When Chu Wanning regained his senses, the first thing he heard was Mo Ran's almost distorted curses. The slap on his face stung fiercely, and there seemed to be a hard, cold object penetrating him, alleviating the nearly frenzied arousal within his body.

This was still the lovemaking from their wedding night, and at this moment, Chu Wanning could clearly recall every detail of that incident.

He kept recalling events from his past life.

He knew that later on, he had been smeared with an aphrodisiac ointment, causing the Drunken Immortal Emperor, who had consumed too much alcohol, to become more and more irascible, bloodthirsty, and gloomy during their intense lovemaking.

Intoxication and desire reddened the corners of Mo Ran's eyes, while hatred and pleasure manipulated the young emperor.

Chu Wanning's throat was being choked, and Mo Ran roared in anger, "Chu Wanning, is this what you want? You're being stubborn? Huh? How long do you plan to keep it up? Are you determined to play yourself to death?"

Chu Wanning heard himself say, "... I... don't... want... you..."

His voice was nearly shattered. If not for feeling his lips moving, he wouldn't have believed it was his own voice. Tears trickled down Chu Wanning's cheeks.

"Mo Ran... please... spare me..."

The man before him was virtually howling in madness, bellowing at him, "Then who will spare me? Huh? Chu Wanning, have you ever thought about who will spare me?! Who can spare me?!"

He pressed Chu Wanning down onto the bed, pulling out the stiff object that had been inside his body and discarding it to the side. It sounded like a chopper or a candlestick. He had just used either the handle of the precious chopper or the candlestick for self-stimulation...

The man caressed his face, his voice desperate and frenzied. Yet, it was almost as if he detected a hint of sorrow beneath it all. "Chu Wanning, I hate you with every fiber of my being."

"You're the one who killed the person I loved most in this life. What now? What should I do? I can only make you pay, make you spend your entire life ruined in my hands... Chu Wanning..."

With a tight grip on his weapon, the man's first attempt at penetration was too wild and eager, slipping past without entering due to the slick, heated head. He caught his breath, corrected his position, and grasping Chu Wanning's waist, pushed back in.

"Aah—"

Chu Wanning heard his own hoarse moan, as if he had reached the pinnacle of tension. The heavy breathing of the man combined with the lubricated intestinal walls finally stretching open once more to accommodate the fiery shaft, filling every inch without a gap. Chu Wanning trembled uncontrollably, covered in a sheen of sweat, his gaze unfocused... His desire had finally consumed him.

Everything turned black once more.

When it illuminated again, he sensed boundless bliss.

His body within the illusion seemed inseparable from his real body. He was entwined with the robust man in a fight to the death. Mo Ran pinned him to the bed, fiercely pounding into him, thrusting relentlessly. He wept beneath the man, choking back sobs, sprawled on the bed with his fingers buried deep in the fur of the beast.

With each collision, the man seemed to strive to pin him down onto the bed, his movements fierce and potent. He could feel the man's sweat gathering on his abdomen, dripping down to his waist, then seeping into the small of his back.

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At this time, Chu Wanning seemed to have finally been defeated. The crazy and overwhelming lust had killed his soul. He was left with only a body played by men, lustful and sensitive, and insatiable.

"Speak..." The man panted roughly behind him, thrusting into him with an intoxicating obsession.

"Ahh…"

Mo Ran thrust deeply, his substantial member pulsing within the moist confines of the intestinal wall. He drew in a low breath, eyes rimmed red, as he hoisted Chu Wanning's hips higher, then plunged deeply inside, initiating shallow strokes that spiraled and twisted, aiming to stimulate the man who had been anointed with a potent aphrodisiac.

In truth, Mo Ran knew that he was the one who had lost.

With the most potent medicine in the world, he practically forced half a tube into Chu Wanning's body, the viscosity causing the intestinal walls to cling painfully. Only then was Chu Wanning willing to submit to him.

It was his own defeat.

And yet, so what?

He had obtained what he desired. His lofty Master, who had always been above him, was now panting beneath him, lost in a haze of desire as he became Chu Fei, the object of his lust.

Nothing could be more exhilarating than this.

With that thought, his stiff member swelled even further.

"Say it, say you want me to fuck you. Say you belong to me."

Under such relentless torment and humiliation, Chu Wanning finally heard himself whisper hoarsely, repeating in confusion, "Yes... I'm yours..."

His consciousness was fragmented, his expression shattered. His proud demeanor was reduced to a terrifying desire surging within him.

"It's not 'you want me,' you should say, 'fuck me,'" Mo Ran said spitefully, though he too was at the brink of endurance. His Adam's apple bobbed as he pressed fiercely against Chu Wanning's buttocks, thrusting violently and wildly, with an animalistic ferocity.

Chu Wanning's body grew limp from the pounding, unable even to support himself in a kneeling position. His phoenix eyes fluttered slightly as he moaned and gasped for breath.

The Eternity Love Poison – this drug could turn even sages into beasts of desire with just a trace. Yet, Mo Ran had injected nearly half the tube inside Chu Wanning.

"Is it good? Am I pleasing you?" Mo Ran leaned against the bedpost with one hand, his other hand roaming relentlessly over Chu Wanning's chest and waist.

The bed creaked wildly as Mo Ran's gaze burned with fierce intensity, his expression sensually captivated.

"Scream for me," he growled. "Tell me you want me to take you."

His movements were urgent and ruthless, the overwhelming pleasure shaking Chu Wanning to his core until he could no longer hold back. He gasped harshly, his voice cracking into a near-wail. "Ah... ah..."

"Let it out," Mo Ran closed his eyes, tilting his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed as he slapped Chu Wanning's hip. "Scream, and I'll make you feel even better."

"Ah... ah... I want..."

"What do you want?"

Chu Wanning was on the brink of losing consciousness, whimpering in despair as he trembled. "Take me..."

Mo Ran's eyes darkened with desire, his arousal surging. With a few forceful thrusts, his slick tip slipped out before he hastily pushed back in, plunging deeply and urgently into Chu Wanning once more. Pinning him beneath him, he groaned, "Shifu, it's so hot and wet inside you. You're addictive."

"Ah...hn...don't stop...ah, harder...yes...ah!" He gasped. "Faster...deeper...ah..."

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"Ahh..."

"Why must you insist on forcing me to use drugs for this?" the man murmured, tracing his tongue over the man's earlobe. "You clearly enjoy it when I treat you like this... don't you?"

"I... Ah..."

The male's phallus was so thick and lengthy that when it reached its depths, it seemed as if it would pierce through intestines and shatter organs. Chu Wanning could not utter a single word, only shaking his head continuously with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"Do you like it?"

"..."

"Don't you?" He suddenly halted his intense intrusion, remaining embedded within Chu Wanning. Wanning could sense the pulsating stiffness within him, throbbing in sync with their racing heartbeats. This subtle sensation intensified his torment. His throat went dry, while his soul froze in icy depths.

He gently withdrew and thrust back in a few more times, as if the roots of a massive tree were piercing through soil, giving birth to a vibrant spring tide.

Chu Wanning convulsed violently, collapsing limply onto the bed.

The man whispered in his ear, "If you don't like it, then forget it..."

His eyes snapped open, his heart aching, but with a sense of self-destruction, he said, "No... Don't..."

His eyes trembled and slowly closed. "I can't take it anymore..."

This was an aphrodisiac that surpassed ordinary people by hundreds of times.

Mo Ran murmured, his voice already muffled and low, almost indiscernible. "Then what do you want from me?"

"Come inside... I can't take it anymore, save me..."

The person behind him seemed to sigh, finally satisfied. He lifted him up, placing him on his lap, fiercely thrusting upward from below. He had never gone in so deep before, almost pushing half of his sac in with each penetration. Their flesh was fused together as tightly as possible. Chu Wanning moaned and gasped, his body melting into a puddle in Mo Ran's embrace. The man relentlessly pounding into him turned his face around, capturing his lips with his moist ones, their breaths mingling in a hazy sigh.

Mo Ran's Adam's apple bobbed as he growled in a deep voice, "So good..."

Lost in a daze, he muttered, his soul seemingly absent, leaving only a body drowning in desire. "Ah... Don't stop... Ah... So hot... Faster..."

"I won't stop, I'll satisfy you... Chu Wanning... Wanning..."

He thrust for a long time, so long that Chu Wanning felt as if he might die in the man's embrace just like this. Fluids and liquefied unguent mixed together, foaming white as they trickled down to the roots of their legs.

Suddenly, the man embraced him tightly, then flipped him onto his back on the bed. He lifted his legs and began to thrust with an astonishing speed and force that was terrifying. Chu Wanning's eyes widened in surprise as he gasped, "Ah... ah..." The man panted urgently, his actions bordering on madness, pulling out completely before roughly plunging back in. Each stroke was so rapid and intense that even his voice trembled with each moan.

"Wanning... Wanning..."

He wasn't calling out to anyone else. Suddenly, he cupped his face and pressed their foreheads together.

My dear, I'm about to climax. Allow me to... within you...

Chu Wanning's mouth hung open like a dying fish, unaware of what he was calling out for amidst the overwhelming desire and pleasure. The pungent, primal scent of the man filled his nostrils as he gasped, "Give it to me... Ah! Ah... Mmm! Mmm!"

Mo Ran growled lowly with his eyes closed, thrusting relentlessly forward until the bedding slipped away, causing Chu Wanning's head to repeatedly collide with the bedpost. The one manipulating him showed no sign of satiation, pushing in deeper, filling him with the thick, sticky release. Chu Wanning's slender, fair feet curled in a spasm, and his hands involuntarily wrapped around the man's neck.

Their labored breathing intertwined, with Chu Wanning moaning at his climax while Mo Ran rasped beneath him. Amidst such intense passion, they were lost in a sea of desire, driven either by the world's most potent aphrodisiac or by hidden longings within their hearts that even they themselves failed to recognize...

After a long while, Chu Wanning's consciousness gradually returned.

For some reason, not only did his senses come back, but also a flood of memories from his past life, surging like a river.

After their union, memories flooded back to him one by one.

He recalled the tear in the heavens, when Shi Mo had died and Mo Ran had knelt in the snow, overcome with grief.

He remembered the Confucian Wind Sect drenched in blood, the world turned dark, as Mo Ran laughed wildly while shattering Ye Wangxi's ribcage with a single blow.

He remembered being transformed into a blood drip, and how in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Mo Ran had saved him only to imprison him within the palace, rendering him powerless.

Each memory came back to him, piece by piece.

The stone cave had returned to its original state. He could feel himself lying on the cold ground, stripped of his clothes, naked, while Mo Ran hugged him tightly from behind. The young man's arms trembled; both of them were coated in sticky sweat, and the air was thick with the scent of desire.

He remembered everything.

Chu Wanning did not move, nor did he speak or show anger.

His head throbbed with an almost splitting pain. He sensed that during their union, some invisible force had transferred from Mo Ran's body into his own.

That very thing had restored his memories from his past life.

But what was it exactly?

The flood of memories overwhelmed Chu Wanning's mind, causing a searing pain that left his skull pulsing. He felt certain he knew what the object was, but his thoughts were muddled in the moment.

"Shifu," Mo Ran's voice whispered in his ear, gentle and cautious, like a tender bud in early spring, a far cry from his previous brutality. "I'm sorry..."

Held in Mo Ran's embrace, Chu Wanning didn't turn around, yet he could visualize Mo Ran's reddened, remorseful eyes from the tone of his voice.

"I'm sorry... I still... I still hurt you..."

Under the control of the incense burner, Mo Ran had been in the same state as Chu Wanning, conscious but unable to control his actions. When he forcefully restrained Chu Wanning's waist and invaded him with impatience and ruthlessness, he had felt a deep pain.

He hadn't wanted it at all... Seeing Chu Wanning's reddened eyes as he lay beneath him, Mo Ran had only wished to lean down and tenderly kiss him, to comfort and embrace him. But his words had been cutting, and his actions ruthless.

His heart ached terribly. Yet, what could he do? He had no control over himself.

Chu Wanning lay on the cold stone, his head throbbing so fiercely that even moving a finger seemed impossible. As he listened to Mo Ran's apologies, he felt a buzzing in his ears and dizziness before his eyes, on the brink of losing consciousness once more.

His voice raspy from the previous cries, he managed to say, "You... You should leave first..."

Mo Ran pressed his lips together, not uttering a sound.

He had regained consciousness before Chu Wanning. In truth, he had already withdrawn from controlling the body when he was capable of doing so. But Chu Wanning's shredded state was so tragic that he still felt that blood and flesh-crafted weapon within his own body.

Mo Ran felt even more pained in his heart.

Before entering the cave, he had expected to see a spell similar to what was depicted in the memory scroll. He never imagined that he would return to the Nightfall Peak on the night of their wedding, dressed in resplendent golden and red attire, pushing open the doors to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

Of course, Mo Ran knew what he had done back then, but he had never imagined that he would have to reenact those events in this manner.

He didn't want to hurt Chu Wanning again; he didn't want to become the Heaven-Stepping Lord. But his body refused to obey him. What was even worse was that he could clearly feel the thrill and excitement within him as he committed such brutality.

Both the Heaven-Stepping Lord and he were eagerly longing to devour and conquer Chu Wanning.

No matter how much he tried to restrain himself, he was still Mo Weiyu at the end of the day.

He couldn't change who he was. There was no escape.

As he forcefully intruded just now, Mo Ran heard the pained groans of the person beneath him, experiencing an overwhelming rush of pleasure that collided with a deep sense of guilt, creating a tumultuous splash.

Suddenly, he couldn't distinguish who he was—Heaven-Stepping Lord or Grandmaster Mo, good or evil, loyal or treacherous.

Between the sheets, he caressed Chu Wanning's cheek, murmuring those absurd words he had once spoken himself… Chu Fei?

Yes, in his previous life, he had done three unforgivable things to Chu Wanning: first, he attempted to kill him with a deadly strike; second, he humiliated him by forcing an intimate relationship.

Third, he married him. He stole Chu Wanning's identity, trapping him for life, belonging to him in both the heavens and the underworld. Driven by his selfish desires, he turned that proud and unyielding Immortal Venerated into his rightful concubine.

Though few in the world were aware of the true appearance of the "Chu Fei" whom the Emperor had taken in those days, it was undeniable that he forced Chu Wanning to cover his face with a red veil, making him take part in a public wedding ceremony, standing below him as his secondary spouse.

He couldn't recall the reason behind such actions back then.

If he truly wanted to make Chu Wanning suffer, he could have made a scandal out of it, letting the whole world know that Mo Ran had married his own master, that the Northern Dipper Immortal Venerated now belonged to the Emperor of the Stepping Heaven Dynasty.

So why didn't he?

Instead, he cautiously kept it a secret, to the extent that even Empress Song Qiutong remained ignorant about the mysterious "Chu Fei" for quite some time. Fueled by revenge, he caused chaos, yet in the end, he put on a play with no audience to witness.

And yet, he reveled in his performance.

Why?

He even recalled how after Chu Wanning's death, he had desperately wanted to build a monument for him but feared that the world would see through his feelings and mock him. Thus, he could only dig a grave with his own hands in front of the Tower of Heaven, burying within it the wedding attire Chu Wanning had worn when they were married.

The Immortal Ascension Emperor sat before the tombstone, propping his chin in his hand as he pondered for a long while. He wished to write:

Tomb of Master Chu Wanning

But he felt that doing so would make him seem utterly defeated, like a regretful and resentful woman who had lost everything. It was indeed a comical scene.

With Unreturning Mill in hand, he hesitated for a long time before his eyes lit up, and he thought of a narrow-minded yet intimate approach. He chuckled foolishly and used the blade as a pen, carefully writing stroke by stroke:

Tomb of Chu Ji

After writing these four characters, he felt a surge of pent-up emotions ease slightly, but it still wasn't enough. The image of Chu Wanning's cold and aloof face, which rarely met his gaze, flashed through his mind. He was both enraged and entangled in his feelings. He would never see such an expression again, so the Immortal Ascension Emperor continued to be hopelessly resentful. In his heart, he maliciously thought,

Chu Wanning abandoned him.

Leaving him to live on alone.

Chu Wanning's heart was incredibly ruthless, to use his own death as revenge against him.

It was too much.

He glared with eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, filled with resentment.

Yes, it was indeed too much.

That was why he intended to humiliate Chu Wanning, to bully him, making sure that even in the afterlife, Chu Wanning would die with an unfulfilled wish. After a hundred years had passed and he descended into hell, he would laugh in delight as he taunted that man, mocking the one in the snow-white robes, with an untainted life:

"You didn't win. I did."

Look, even though you're dead, I can still defile you.

The Empyrean of Fallen Immortals held his sword, contemplating by the grave for a long time. The sun set, the sky darkened, and night fell, illuminated by the silvery moonlight.

In the moon's glow, as cold as frost and as white as the man's robes, Mo Ran finally picked up Unreturning and carefully added four more words to the tombstone:

Consort Qingzhen, Precious Empress

Amidst the sound of falling lime, he finished carving. He held his cheeks and chuckled to himself, thinking that this was indeed the perfect epitaph, affirming that Chu Wanning belonged to him, regardless of whether the man was willing or not. It was sheer perfection. If Chu Wanning could be angered back to life, then that would be even better.

With such anticipation, his eyes sparkled as he cheerfully ran to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

Chu Wanning had the biggest temper.

How could he possibly endure such humiliation?

So, wake up, wake up to compete with him once more, to see who would come out on top. This time, considering Chu Wanning's still-recovering injuries, he could even let him have the first move.

If push came to shove, ten moves were negotiable too.

Wake up.

He stood by the lotus pond, gazing at the untouched corpse within.

"I've already given you a ten-move head start, so be smart about it. Don't you feel indignant seeing the monument I erected for you? Aren't you burning with the desire to grab my collar and roar at me in anger? Are you content to have your entire life's reputation reduced to an absurd eight characters—Consort Zhen Gui, Tomb of Chu Ji?"

Wake up.

Awakening.

His expression shifted from blank to fierce.

But Chu Wanning lay still, saying nothing, moving not an inch.

It took a long time for Mo Ran to realize that his wish had come true. He had gained the obedience he had always sought.

His master, his nemesis, the intimate companion in his bed, his Chu Wanning.

At last, he was compliant.

In the silent, frigid cavern of Dragon Blood Mountain, Mo Ran held his bruised lover, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, he suddenly recalled that rainy night in the inn at Impermanence Town. Back then, the person in his arms had been so innocent yet ardent, entwining with him, ears flushed red as he whispered softly if Mo Ran found it pleasurable.

At that time, he had vowed inwardly never to hurt Chu Wanning again, even a fraction. He had intended to proceed gradually, like a slow simmer, and let Chu Wanning slowly adapt to their intimacy, eventually giving him a trembling fusion of spirit and flesh.

He had made many plans, entertained numerous thoughts.

He had imagined countless scenarios for their first true union: when it would happen, where, whether the sky would be tinged with dawn's glow or studded with stars, whether the window lattice would be adorned with fragrant pomegranate or apricot blossoms.

But he never could have foreseen this.

Intertwined in an intimate embrace, their skin pressed together, their first union was absurd, painful, and maddeningly frenzied.

Both were utterly drained. As Mo Ran lay beside him, a peculiar sensation began to grow in his chest. It felt as though something pure was trembling fiercely within his heart, before the earth split open and the heavens crumbled, like a century-old tree uprooted, its trunk heaving with soil and debris.

That pristine entity seemed to enshroud something filthy and terrifying in his heart, struggling desperately to break free. Two contrasting entities shot out of his body at lightning speed.

Mo Ran had no idea what these two things that had escaped from his heart were. He didn't have the leisure to ponder it, because Chu Wanning said, "Leave first."

Mo Ran didn't respond, not knowing what to say.

Silent and stoic, he bore the excruciating pain in his chest and slowly gathered the clothes scattered across the floor, dressing Chu Wanning in silence.

It took a long time, as he dared not touch the area below Chu Wanning's waist. The purple bruises on his thighs were a vivid testament to what he had just done, and how much pain Chu Wanning must now be enduring.

He also didn't dare to look at Chu Wanning's face.

What emotions could be found in those eyes now?

Disappointment, resentment, emptiness...

He didn't wish to ponder further.

It took Mo Ran a long while to dress Chu Wanning properly. By then, his head throbbed with pain, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

He was unsure where this pain originated, but it likely had something to do with the two missing items from his heart. Enduring the ache, he held Chu Wanning's cold hand.

Gathering no courage to look at Chu Wanning's face, he fixed his gaze on that hand, hesitating for a moment before whispering, "Did you recall everything, Master?"

"…Mm."

Mo Ran froze for a moment.

His face bore a look of bewilderment, resembling a homeless stray dog. He stood there, lost in thought for a while, then closed his eyes.

Countless times, he had feared this moment, yet when judgment finally arrived, he was astonished to find himself surprisingly calm and serene.

Like a nervous fugitive, he had finally been escorted into captivity.

He stood in that desolate cell, surveying his surroundings. The nightmare he once feared and fled from had become a reality, yet strangely, a weight seemed to have lifted from his heart.

There had been no respite during his flight.

Yet now, trapped in the web, he could finally find a peaceful slumber.

No more running.

Hope was gone, as was anxiety.

And in its place was an unexpected sense of relief.

"I'm in a mess right now. There's so much... I don't understand." Perhaps due to his intense earlier cries or the exhaustion brought on by memories, Chu Wanning's voice was hoarse, his complexion even more ashen than Mo Ran's. "It's all too chaotic."

Mustering his courage, Mo Ran reached up to caress Chu Wanning's pale cheek.

Despite his own trembling hand.

"Mo Ran…" He murmured almost emptily, "Heaven-Stepping Lord…"

Silence.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, and his brows forming a worried frown.

"Then let's not think about it for now. Take a nap," Mo Ran said with reddened eyes, his fingers gliding over Chu Wanning's face and hair. "I'll stay with you."

Chu Wanning seemed to tremble slightly.

Mo Ran felt a piercing pain in his heart.

"Shifu, don't be afraid. It's me, not Heaven-Stepping Lord… I'll never hurt you again, never again."

Chu Wanning slightly lifted the veil of his thick lashes. Underneath those dark lashes, a moist sheen shimmered. For a moment, Mo Ran thought that he wanted to say something to him.

But in the end, no words were spoken.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes, turning his face away at the last moment, instinctively curling up his body.

"Master..."

"I have a question for you."

"..."

"If... if you had known back then that it was me who gave you that rice porridge outside the Monastery of No Sorrow," Chu Wanning's voice was weary, "would you have spared me during those years in the Kunlun Palace?"

The question pierced like a sharp blade, striking the listener's heart. Mo Ran trembled all over. He choked, unsure how to respond, and simply reached out to embrace the person before him. But as soon as his hand touched Chu Wanning's shoulder, he felt it quivering slightly.

He was crying.

But Mo Ran knew that he didn't want to see it anymore.

After a while, Mo Ran couldn't hold back any longer. Although he didn't understand why the previous-life Chu Wanning had set up such a labyrinth of deceit, the strange sensation in his chest grew more intense.

Suddenly, he noticed a faint wisp of smoke floating within his own chest, drifting straight toward Chu Wanning's back. It was so faint that he hadn't noticed it before.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that the smoke alternated between black and pure white, flowing ceaselessly from his own heart to Chu Wanning's.

What were these things?

He noticed that the black substance was continually repelled by Chu Wanning's body, gradually condensing into a pool of ink that was absorbed into the incense burner beside him.

What on earth was this?

He wanted to warn Chu Wanning, but discovered that the man had somehow fallen unconscious again. The immense weight of his past life's memories was overwhelming, especially since they were chaotic and needed to be intricately intertwined and reorganized within Chu Wanning's mind.

"Master."

Pain... Why did it hurt so much? It felt as if two forces were tug-of-warring within his heart. Black versus white, pure against tainted.

Mo Ran knitted his black brows, struggling to stand up and approach the censer. His hands trembled as he lifted the lid.

Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was the black gas flowing out—within the incense burner, it began to take the form of a dark, multi-petaled flower.