The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 250: "Dragon Blood Mountain" Obsession

Only when the night was deep and silent, within the Wu Mountain Temple, in the secluded depths of Su's screen, could Chu Wanning rise from his seat after Mo Ran had fallen into a deep sleep. Gently, he would touch Mo Ran's pale face.

Softly, he would whisper, "I'm sorry, Master failed to protect you."

It was I who failed to protect you.

Letting you become a pawn for others.

Transforming you into an execrated tyrant.

No one in this world knows your true appearance, that you once were kind and innocent, that you once worried over earthworms caught in the rain, or smiled brightly at a pond filled with blooming lotuses.

Everyone accuses you of being cold-blooded and ruthless, but they don't know how you once bashfully scratched your head, saying, "I, I don't have much talent either. If I ever have some spare money, I'll build more houses for those without a place to live, just like I used to be. That would be great."

All despise you for your massacres, yet none know that you once told me, "Master, I want a divine weapon like Heavenly Question. It can distinguish right from wrong and even save lives."

Everyone curses you, seeking to slay you at every turn.

With the truth laid bare, I'm unable to restore your dignity.

Perhaps someone like Mo Ran was always acutely aware of gazes, even in his sleep. His eyelids fluttered, and before Chu Wanning could react, his eyes had already opened. "You...?"

Their eyes met directly.

"What are you looking at?"

Chu Wanning's emotions were stretched to their limit. Not knowing how to respond, he turned over to avoid Mo Ran's gaze and said, "Nothing."

Mo Ran didn't speak. After a moment, a warm body enveloped him from behind, pressing a solid, broad chest against Chu Wanning's back.

In the darkness, Chu Wanning opened his eyes to see the sheer curtains fluttering gently in the breeze. Behind him was the warm embrace of the Immortal Devourer. The man's voice was ambiguous, carrying a hint of both mockery and laziness as he murmured, "You're so cold, covered in sweat."

As he spoke, he leaned in to sniff at Chu Wanning's neck.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Mo Ran chuckled softly, with the leisurely air of someone freshly awakened. "I can smell fear."

Chu Wanning didn't reply, but he was indeed trembling slightly.

Not out of fear, but because the sorrow and self-reproach were almost crushing him, he had exhausted all his strength just to maintain this last bit of composure.

In the end, he managed to pretend to get past Mo Ran's watchful gaze. Mo Ran didn't notice anything amiss; after yawning, he gradually regained consciousness. He sniffed at Chu Wanning's shoulder and hair, contentedly humming.

"But speaking of which, why does your body even give off a floral scent when you sweat?" He said with a teasing smile, "Just like a person-shaped creature formed from plants."

If such a tease had been made on any other day, it would have been met with an extremely angry rebuke.

But that night, Mo Ran waited for a response from Chu Wanning but received none. He was surprised, so he simply got up, flipped Chu Wanning over, and pressed down on him tightly once again, his robust and broad frame completely enveloping the person beneath him.

Their eyes met.

Underneath him, their gazes were locked solely on each other.

The dim light from an unextinguished candle in the hall filtered through layers of gauzy curtains, and in this dusky setting, Mo Ran stared at the handsome face that was so close.

Sharp sword-like brows, slanted phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and innate arrogance between his brows and eyes—it was all still the same.

But for some reason, tonight felt different.

"What's wrong with you?" He reached out and gently brushed against Chu Wanning's cheek. A tremor passed through his fingertips, and the man beneath him suddenly closed his eyes, suppressing a myriad of emotions.

Mo Ran fully awakened from his reverie.

He felt a thrill.

Chu Wanning's furrowed brow, his pale lips, that delicate face... all of it stirred an intense desire to conquer within Mo Ran's chest.

Yet, a faint sense of unease made Mo Ran patiently ask again, "What's really going on with you?"

Chu Wanning opened his eyes, a delicate shimmer dancing in his half-lowered lids.

The pain and pent-up frustration within him found no outlet, ultimately simmering down into a muted question: "How... did we end up like this?"

"..."

"Would things have been different if we had intervened sooner?"

Mo Ran did not respond. He found Chu Wanning quite ridiculous. After being defeated by him for so long, Chu Wanning had become his spouse, been conferred the title of a consort, and turned into his exclusive beloved.

With everything already settled, why was he indulging in such random thoughts and desires tonight?

In the silent Wushan Palace at night, there was no one else but this naked couple on the bed.

The scent of flowers wafting in through the window made Mo Ran feel relaxed, not really inclined to lose his temper with this man who didn't know his place.

He had always been more patient with Concubine Chu than with the Empress.

So he watched with amusement as Chu Wanning endured in silence, his heart itching and burning with a renewed flame.

For once, he engaged in playful banter, his tone lazy: "If you had discovered me sooner, Wanning, how would you have stopped me?"

His fingers traced downward inch by inch. Heaven-Stepping Lord was both alluring and languid: "With your body?"

Seeing the indescribable complexity that flickered in Chu Wanning's eyes, Mo Ran's gaze darkened with moisture, and after a moment, he cursed softly.

He couldn't withstand any temptation from Chu Wanning, intentional or otherwise.

No further explanation was needed, nor was there any foreplay.

Like a wild beast in passion, he lifted Chu Wanning's slender and firm legs, urgently entering him.

The remnants of their previous lovemaking were still there, and his entrance still remembered the stimulation of being taken by a man, easily accepting Mo Ran's arousal.

Both of them couldn't help but gasp when he pushed inside.

Chu Wanning's hazy eyes opened to see Mo Ran's broad chest, his handsome face flushed from desire, his plump and beautiful lips slightly parted as he panted from pleasure...

If the Eight Sufferings and Enduring Hate were born from lust, could it be that his own broken body could ignite some fire within Mo Ran?

He didn't know.

As they tumbled on the bed throughout the night, their lovemaking intense and repeated, Chu Wanning's thoughts were in disarray, and he lacked the energy to resist as fiercely as usual.

Perhaps it was because of Chu Wanning's unusual behavior, or maybe because Chu Wanning wasn't feeling well—there had been a slight fever that day—Mo Ran found him especially hot inside. He held Chu Wanning tightly, moving quickly and deeply, kissing Chu Wanning's lips, thrusting into his waist and hips, or lifting one of Chu Wanning's legs to enter from the side with short, rapid strokes.

Chu Wanning's heart was in turmoil, and his Adam's apple bobbed, his self-control weaker than before. Occasionally, he would let out a soft moan from the penetration.

Mo Ran grew even more excited by his reaction. Amidst the disarray of pillows and bedding, the Immortal Emperor Beyond the Gods panted sensuously, his voice low and slow: "Is it here?"

In fact, Mo Ran is also quite aware of Chu Wanning's sensitive spots, after all, they have been intimate many times. However, Chu Wanning has an astonishing level of endurance and rarely moans during their intimate moments, so Mo Ran is not entirely certain.

He would simply shift his perspective slightly or alter his position, each time stealing a glance at Chu Wanning's handsome, furrowed brow.

"I care about which part of you is the most pleasurable?"

It's rather chaotic.

Everything is in chaos.

Chu Wanning listened as Mo Ran whispered incessantly against his ear, kissed him, and panted with a mix of pain and passionate desire that intertwined like a tempestuous storm.

For the first time in his life, he felt like a drifting piece of duckweed, unable to grasp anything, unable to control anything, unable to change anything.

On this night, for the very first time, he felt so vulnerable.

What was even more devastating was that though he did not respond verbally, Mo Ran quickly gleaned from his quivering body and the expression on his face the angle and position that he found most intolerable.

And so, with fervor and intensity, he thrust deeply, each time hitting that sweet spot within Chu Wanning's body. At first, Chu Wanning could still endure it by biting his lip, but as Mo Ran began to thrust forcefully and rapidly, the slapping sounds of his sac against Chu Wanning's thighs echoed, causing blushes and racing hearts. From where they were joined, love fluids trickled out, wetting a large area in sticky evidence of their passion...

At that moment, Chu Wanning was still putting on a brave front, but Mo Ran reached up to turn his chin, continuing to thrust powerfully into him while his lips hungrily suctioned onto his own.

His eyes suddenly welled with tears.

When the kiss ended, he tried to hold back, but for some reason, he could no longer contain himself.

Beneath Mo Ran, he moaned softly with each invasive thrust, gasping helplessly.

He attempted to grasp the bed sheets, as if trying to cling onto his shattered pride. But it was useless; Mo Ran's movements were too fierce, too relentless.

His legs trembled, his lower body already drenched in desire, and he couldn't prevent himself from softly groaning and moaning. Even when Mo Ran's thrusts became most brutal, he lost himself, spreading his legs wide, toes curling tightly, almost voiceless as he panted beneath Mo Ran: "Ah... Mmm... Ahhh..."

At that moment, Mo Ran's gaze was dark and intense.

The louder and more undone he became, the harder and more fiercely Mo Ran penetrated him.

The world seemed to spin, nearly toppling the bed as the bedding and pillows slipped out of place and fell to the ground. Yet, amidst their passionate lovemaking, the two of them cared for nothing else.

This lovemaking could even be described as intimate.

The noise was so loud that the palace attendants on night duty outside blushed the next day when they saw Chu Wanning, their eyes filled with curious suggestiveness.

He climaxed from Mo Ran's shot, leaving the sheets soaked and stained with their arousal.

In fact, this was probably the first time in a long while since Chu Wanning had been confined that he had been penetrated to orgasm by Mo Ran without any drugs involved.

In his daze, he heard Mo Ran's deep voice: "Our journey to this point was inevitable. Do you know why?"

"..."

"I've wanted to have you for a very long time," Mo Ran said, threading his fingers through Chu Wanning's long, dark hair. "I hated how you always looked down on me with your cold expression, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't earn even a single word of praise from you."

Chu Wanning's eyelashes quivered, almost painfully.

The man continued whispering by his ear. Despite being the one who had been violated, the man who had gained the upper hand seemed to be the one nursing a grievance, reminiscing like a wronged woman: "No matter how well I did, how hard I worked, you refused to spare me a glance."

That wasn't true.

There had once been moments of tenderness between them, a shared pot of wine amidst blooming flowers, an umbrella sheltering them both from the rain. But you've forgotten it all, and now I can't bring it up anymore.

"So you see," Mo Ran whispered against Chu Wanning's lips, his tone frenzied and ardent. "Only by breaking your limbs, tearing your tendons, and uprooting your fangs will you lie docile beneath me." His still-hard member throbbed within Chu Wanning's body. "It's worth it to see you like this," Mo Ran murmured softly. "Even if you're damned to hell for lust, it's a thrilling sight."

He stroked Chu Wanning's hair, never pulling out from their joined bodies.

From that day on, Mo Ran developed a habit — even knowing that Chu Wanning would fall ill or suffer other consequences, he refused to withdraw.

In his heart burned a fiery passion, desire spilling over, his primal nature unleashed.

Yet, Chu Wanning was his water, his vessel, the one he yearned to tear apart, to ravage, to kiss even in pieces.

As for Chu Wanning, after the initial agony subsided, he finally began to calmly reflect alone, piecing together all the clues and pondering the motive behind the mysterious figure who had planted the Long Hate Flower in Mo Ran. What was their ultimate goal?

On another front, despite the book's claim that extraction of the Long Hate Flower was impossible once it reached its third stage, Chu Wanning refused to give up. He was stubborn and unyielding by nature.

He refused to accept his fate.

And so, day after day passed.

Without his spiritual energy, everything Chu Wanning did was a struggle, and he couldn't let anyone else find out about it.

The puppet master behind the scenes was elusive, and uprooting the Long Hate Flower was nothing but a pipe dream. However, the purpose behind that person controlling Mo Ran became clearer and clearer—

Because Mo Ran had begun to cultivate in the Gate of Time, Space, and Life and Death.

"I can't practice the Rebirth Technique," Mo Ran said, standing with his hands clasped behind his back by the window, gazing at the chirping orioles outside. "I've read the records—it says that only someone with a heavy Yin energy can learn it." Turning his head, he looked at Chu Wanning. "I plan on cultivating the First Forbidden Spell."

"The Gate of Time, Space, and Life and Death?"

"What else could it be?"

"You won't be able to learn it," Chu Wanning replied firmly.

Mo Ran smiled. "One must try before bowing down. It's meaningless to discuss possibilities without attempting."

Chu Wanning shook his head. "This first great taboo, Reversing Heaven's Mandate, tears apart two unrelated mortal worlds, something that has never been tolerated by the Heavenly Dao—"

His words were cut short.

Mo Ran's expression was leisurely. "What is the Heavenly Dao? Why should I seek its approval? This seat has never believed in fate more than anything else in this life."

With that, he put his belief into action. The first taboo had long been lost, and as the ruler of the realm, Mo Ran had only managed to obtain an ancient copy, which was missing the most crucial part. Without the complete manual, even with his formidable spiritual energy, Mo Ran could only cultivate a spatial portal, not truly tear through space-time.

It was then that Chu Wanning began to understand the true intentions behind the person who had planted the flower parasite on Mo Ran—

It couldn't have been for the sake of unifying the world. Chu Wanning guessed that the ultimate goal was to open the Door of Life and Death across time and space. Not just a small rift, but a complete merging of the two mortal realms.

Only a rare few, like Mo Ran, a genius born with immense and domineering spiritual energy, would be capable of such a feat.