Rebirth As A Human Cauldron Chapter 13

 Warning: Mature scenes! 

Chapter 13

As night fell, the moon hid, and the wind picked up.

Qin Duàn skillfully evaded the guard at the gate using a few small tricks and stealthily made his way towards the back mountain. The path leading to the back mountain was rarely trodden, ensuring a smooth journey without encountering any guards. Qin Duàn reached the entrance with little effort, stopping at the distance he remembered. He took out several talismans from his pocket and tossed them into the air, accurately sticking them to the stone tablet of the Blood Oath.

The activated restriction emitted a rejecting airflow, forcing him to take a step back. Qin Duàn gritted his teeth and took advantage of the turmoil to activate his true essence, forcing his way through.

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The higher he climbed, the stronger the smell of blood became. Stepping on the slightly damp soil, the earth on the mountain was soft, making each step more difficult. Yet, he couldn’t spare more energy for flight, so he gritted his teeth and suppressed the restless demonic energy within him. Following the sound of the ringing silver bells on his wrist, he entered the labyrinth at the mountaintop.

Blood mist enveloped the surroundings, making the pitch-black night even more eerie. Qin Duàn lit a talisman fire, floating by his side, illuminating the few inches of ground beneath his feet. Other than that, everything else was drenched in blood-red.

Qin Duàn closed his eyes and let his divine sense spread out, piercing through the visible blood mist, heading straight for the source of the burning blood.

With each step, the wind roared in his ears, accompanied by piercing screams, wailing, and howling that brought a chill to his spine. He felt a weight on his shoulder, as if someone was leaning close, emitting an eerie sneer.

Undisturbed, Qin Duàn remained with his eyes closed, walking slowly towards the direction indicated by his divine sense. After a few steps, he felt the ground disappear beneath his feet, as though falling into an abyss. However, standing still for a moment, he realized that it was all just an illusion created by the mist.

The aura imprinted in his sea of consciousness gradually faded, as if overshadowed by the overwhelming scent of blood. As he walked a few more steps, he felt everything spinning around him, and astonishingly, he seemed to be getting farther away from that position…

…If this is just an illusion, how could it have such an effect?

Unless it’s…man-made.

Qin Duàn shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself in a deep cave, which appeared out of the misty forest. The cave was adorned with night pearls, emitting a dim fluorescence that faintly illuminated a small area…and not far away, a blurry figure.

The person was dressed in luxurious robes stained with blood. He was leaning against the stone wall, with his head slightly lowered, and his disheveled hair casting shadows on his face.

As if drawn by something, Qin Duàn unconsciously took a step forward, his boots lightly crushing the gravel, producing a few soft sounds.

In the silence, he heard the sound of dripping water. Qin Duàn lowered his head and looked at the liquid spreading beneath his feet. It had an overwhelming and fresh aroma of blood, so realistic and suffocating.

When he raised his head, he met a pair of red eyes. The pupil of the unfocused gaze seemed like an unpolished gem under the dim light, as if it contained nothing but a hollow sea of blood.

The person – Wen Yushu – was leaning in the corner. An unseen force tore through his clothes, his flesh, and opened grotesque wounds that continuously oozed liquid, slowly healing as if undergoing an endless torture.

Qin Duàn’s breath hitched. He almost acted without thinking and rushed forward, grabbing the person’s weak shoulder so tightly that his fingers almost sank into the flesh.

Wen Yushu let out a low cry of pain, and his scarred body trembled violently, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Qin Duàn couldn’t help but let go, gritting his teeth and asking, “Why are you doing this…”

Wen Yushu tilted his head, his dry and cracked lips curling into a soundless smile.

Qin Duàn wanted to give him a couple of slaps, but the man’s injuries were too severe. After searching for a while, he found no place to start, so he could only clench his fists and pound the nearby wall fiercely.

“Who are you acting for? By making yourself like this, do you want someone to pity you, to sympathize with you?!” His angry roar echoed in the cave, the tail end trembling slightly, overshadowed by his intense breathing.

Qin Duàn felt like something was burning in his chest – it was not so much sadness as it was anger. “Do you know he’s already dead! Even if he’s not dead, looking at you…looking at you like this, he wouldn’t forgive you!”

Moreover… Moreover, the Asura Body lacks five senses; even if he endures all the torture in the world, he won’t feel the slightest pain… It’s just…it’s just that he can’t find peace in his heart, after all these years, he finally let go of each other.

But this person is not willing to let go of himself.

“This is my debt to him,” Wen Yushu’s voice was faint, trembling slightly due to the pain, but it was crystal clear. “My debt to him, which I can never repay in my lifetime…”

“My life is too long, so long that I no longer recognize him. That’s why this time I don’t want to forget…” He muttered like a madman, speaking to himself. “I don’t want to forget the harm I caused him, nor how I betrayed him…”

“But I cannot die. I have to wait for him to come back…”

Fresh crimson blood trickled down his long hair, gathering on the ground, forming a small pool of bright red that stung Qin Duàn’s eyes, causing him to look away.

Wen Yushu had already fallen into darkness – perhaps he had fallen into it long ago, at the moment he lost the person he loved the most.

How many years had it been? Three hundred years? Five hundred years? Or even longer, long enough to stretch back to the day of the Qin family’s annihilation, when this elegant and refined young man took that fatal step into the demonic path.

With one hand, he established the Shiyu Hall to avenge his friends, but in the process, he became blinded by hatred. He grew paranoid and extreme, resorting to any means to achieve his goals, completely abandoning his once gentle and amiable nature.

…With such a self, what right did he have to doubt his old friend’s change?

They had both changed, and the river of time had carved a vast chasm between them. Yet, they were both hopelessly under the illusion that the other still resembled their memory of the best version of themselves.

“Little Xu Gege… This year, Liangzhou didn’t have any snow…” Wen Yushu’s voice, tinged with pain, echoed in the empty cave. His vacant pupils gazed into the darkness in front of him, covered in blood, yet he continued to smile.

In that moment, Qin Duàn even thought this person recognized him – but he couldn’t discern whether those desperate eyes could see through this body that didn’t originally belong to him and grasp the soul within.

In a daze, he heard Wen Yushu ask in a humble tone, carefully and cautiously, “Can you still pick a flower for me?”

Qin Duàn opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Many years ago, in the snowstorm, he mistook the young man wrapped in a fox fur as a girl and picked a plum blossom branch for him.

Yes, this year, Liangzhou didn’t have snow, and they were no longer afraid of the cold.

Qin Duàn suddenly felt a tinge of sadness – the world was ever-changing, just like flowers blooming and withering, an eternal cycle.

But why is it that when people change, they can never return to who they once were?

He looked at his childhood sweetheart. They used to love each other, blinded and fallen into darkness, his heart shattered. Every time they approached the day of their first encounter, he would hide in this sunless cave, using true qi to draw wounds on his body, only to heal them with medicinal pills.

But even if the wounds were gone, the pain endured and the blood shed were real… his despair and remorse were real too.

Qin Duàn squatted down, placing his hand on Wen Yushu’s scar-covered chest. Soon, a blood flower bloomed on the back of his hand.

Wen Yushu trembled, the fierce aura around him abruptly stopped. He tried to push Qin Duàn away, but Qin Duàn hugged him tightly.

His embrace was firm, causing the wounds on Wen Yushu to open again, and the blood-soaked his clothes. With every breath, the air was filled with the scent of blood.

Wen Yushu weakly leaned his head against Qin Duàn’s shoulder. Qin Duàn knew that he wasn’t as fragile as he appeared, but he understood that this was the most vulnerable moment of his life.

With an almost inaudible sigh, Qin Duàn scolded, “…fool.”

Among their group of children, Wen Yushu was always the cleverest and most rational, while he was often chased around the courtyard by his teacher with a ruler, being called “unteachable.”

But now, Wen Yushu was the biggest fool – Qin Duàn thought, Your little Xu Gege never hated you. Instead of tormenting yourself with all sorts of torture, he would rather see you live well.

Because in this world, only you remember him, only you know that thousands of years ago, there was a valiant young sword cultivator who would use clumsy light skills to climb over tall courtyard walls and come to find you under the moonlight.

But he couldn’t say any of this.

His temples throbbed in pain, and sweat from his forehead dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision. All Qin Duàn could do was hold Wen Yushu tightly, infusing all his forgiveness and comfort into this embrace filled with blood and sweat.

Wen Yushu let out a painful groan, his brow furrowing, and his fingers on the ground twisted and curled, exposing the veins on the back of his hand, as if enduring something.

A powerful demonic energy emanated from him, and Qin Duàn felt a force knocking him down, catching him off guard. Wen Yushu, who had seemed nearly breathless a moment ago, was now straddling him from above, and the medicine in his arms was scattered all over the place, but it was neutralized by his true qi and turned into a gentle force, visibly repairing the wounds on his body.

A surge of blood mist swirled in Wen Yushu’s eyes, and his usually smiling lips pressed together slightly. Qin Duàn could sense two forces colliding within him – one was the heart demon born of obsession, and the other was Wen Yushu’s lifelong Dao heart.

The Wen family practiced the Heart Path, and Wen Yushu’s Clear Heart and Bright Mirror Heart Method inherently resisted the heart demon. However, the host’s obsession was too deep, even to the point of actively falling into darkness… Qin Duàn sighed and pulled Wen Yushu’s neck towards him, kissing him fiercely.

This was the first time he took the initiative, and the moment their lips collided, he felt goosebumps all over his body. But Wen Yushu only hesitated for a moment before firmly pressing the back of Qin Duàn’s head and responding with fervor. He kissed intensely, his sharp canine teeth nibbling on the soft lips, causing a sharp pain. Qin Duàn squinted slightly as he frowned, gazing into Wen Yushu’s blood-red, empty eyes, and suddenly remembered seeing those eyes before.

In that passionate and vivid dream.

So… was he violated without knowing it?

With this thought in mind, Qin Duàn felt an indescribable anger. He saw Wen Yushu raise his bloodied hand and gently touch his face.

Wen Yushu stared at him with unfocused eyes, his fingers tracing the contours of Qin Duàn’s features, and his long eyelashes trembling slightly, making him look fragile and heartrending.

Qin Duàn’s heart tightened at this sight, reminded of the tender and gentle eyes he saw in his youth, eyes that could melt ice and snow. But now, there was only despair and crimson left.

Using a hoarse voice, Qin Duàn asked, “Can your eyes possibly recover?”

In response, Wen Yushu relaxed his brow and reached out, grabbing Qin Duàn’s hand and placing it against his scar-covered chest.

“What if I lose my eyes? If he asks, I can even dig out my heart for him.”

He smiled softly, a laughter tinged with indescribable sorrow, as if he could burst into tears at any moment.

Qin Duàn’s fingers moved, sensing something hot and searing under the warm skin in his palm. He thought it was blood at first, but then he realized it was probably the man’s heart crying.

So, when Wen Yushu made his next move, Qin Duàn surprisingly didn’t refuse.

Wen Yushu’s burning lips kissed his forehead, gently trailing over his brows and eyes, finally landing on his lips.

He was much gentler this time, merely brushing his lips against the corners of Qin Duàn’s mouth, with a cautious hint of seeking approval. This made Qin Duàn’s heart melt again – he sighed and decided to act as a furnace to dissipate the demonic energy in this foolish young man.

Since they had already kissed and touched each other, he wasn’t some delicate lady who would shy away. He couldn’t just stand by and watch this foolish guy harm himself by shedding blood for no reason.

He might be able to put it out of his mind afterwards, but he couldn’t ignore it right now.

No wonder the heavenly dao said he had grown soft… Qin Duàn pushed aside Wen Yushu’s blood-soaked hair and pinched his face harshly. “You little brat, if you hurt me, be prepared for the consequences.”

Wen Yushu blinked, somewhat dazed, and leaned in to kiss the corner of his eye. His hand trailed along the side of his neck, caressing it gently, and then ventured deeper into the collar, skillfully unfastening his belt.

The dusty and blood-stained outer robe was stripped away, leaving the loose underclothes insufficient to shield the warmth emanating from his body. The exposed skin on his chest met the cool air, and Qin Duan felt a bit uncomfortable, tilting his head to reveal slightly flushed earlobes.

Despite the simplicity of the contact, this sensitive body responded faithfully. He began to sweat, and the internal heat seemed relentless, making Qin Duan feel restless. He closed his eyes, seemingly trying to avoid something, yet fully aware that he couldn’t stop.

This time, there was no coercion or seduction. It was he who willingly opened himself to his former friend. This feeling was no different from shame, but after experiencing death once, he no longer felt it to be anything significant.

…It was far better than missing the chance again and witnessing this person’s suffering, torturing himself to the point of inhumanity.

It wasn’t just Wen Yushu; there were others too. If there truly were no feelings, he wouldn’t let them live even if he had to risk everything.

Amidst his haziness, Qin Duan tightened his embrace around his old friend’s burning body. He trembled slightly, but his consciousness remained clear.

In this sudden clarity, he seemed to grasp many things – the people he had brushed shoulders with in his previous life, those he encountered again in this life, and the emotions he thought he had abandoned but never truly forgotten. All of it surged like a tidal wave, shaking the remnants of his Dao heart.

Perhaps it was due to the body he once inhabited, lacking the sensations of pain and pleasure. When all suffering ceased to be painful and all delicacies became tasteless, could he still resonate with emotions? Could he remain indifferent to everything he experienced?

Everyone said that the highest level of cultivation was to forget emotions. But he was no saint. How could he forget emotions?

Ultimately, he was deceiving himself, thinking he could forget.

As if sensing the person beneath him drifting away, Wen Yushu buried his head in the crook of Qin Duan’s neck and bit down fiercely.

Qin Duan instinctively gasped and looked down, only to realize that he had been stripped bare at some point. His naked legs were lifted over Wen Yushu’s shoulders, and his soft m*mber hung against his lower abdomen, encircled by long, slender fingers.

Wen Yushu suckled on the wound he had bitten, his tongue twirling around the bobbing Adam’s apple, showering it with moist, hot breath that turned it crimson.

With each kiss traveling downward, Wen Yushu’s lips and tongue lingered on the prominent collarbone, like a puppy that had found a bone, nibbling and savoring the thin patch of skin. Forced to lift his head, Qin Duan’s chest pressed against his old friend’s outer robe, and the cool fabric was stained with sweat and blood, merging into one indistinguishable sensation of warmth and chill.

Perhaps this body was too easily moved by emotions; Qin Duan soon found himself unable to think of anything else. His eyes turned red, his breathing quickened, and his bare chest rose and fell as he responded to the successive caresses.

Wen Yushu’s fingers traced along his waist, moving slowly with a hint of endearment, as if treating something that was peerlessly precious.

Wen Yushu leaned down and took Qin Duan’s n*pple into his mouth, skillfully flicking his agile tongue around the small tip, where his sharp incisors lightly sank in before sucking on the gradually swelling ar*ola. Repeating this a few times was enough to make Qin Duan break out in a hot sweat. His m*mber between his lower abdomen trembled and rose, releasing a stream of pleasure between them.

With desire clouding his eyes, Qin Duan squinted, trying to see the person above him clearly. But it seemed as if Wen Yushu sensed his gaze and looked up at him, flashing a smile. The crimson eyes curved slightly, resembling a crescent moon, exceptionally beautiful.

So beautiful that he couldn’t help but reach out and touch those eyes, feeling the long eyelashes brushing against his fingertips, slightly tickling.

Murmuring, Qin Duan said, “You little rascal…” How did you end up like this?

As he brooded in sorrow, he suddenly felt his lips go soft, and Wen Yushu leaned forward, pecking him gently.

Wen Yushu tilted his head, his warm lips pressed against Qin Duan’s ear, whispering softly.

In that instant, Qin Duan’s entire body tensed, and simultaneously, a deafening thunderclap sounded as a lightning bolt streaked across the night sky, illuminating the cave as if daylight had flashed by.

In that dazzling aurora, his childhood friend held him tightly, smiling with such happiness.

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