Rebirth As A Human Cauldron Chapter 22 part 1

Chapter 22 Part 1

Despite it being a matter of life and death, he had carelessly slept through this final leg of the journey.

When he opened his eyes, the sun had already set. The lingering sunlight painted the sky in a mysterious shade of blood red. Qin Duan rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned as he nestled in a corner of the carriage.

As he looked up, he met a pair of eyes even redder than the setting sun. They gazed at each other wordlessly for a while. Qin Duan spoke first. “My son.”

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Before the two of them could touch the ground after being launched into the air, another sword aura followed as promised. Blood-red light gleamed in Wu Que’s eyes. He raised his hand to block, causing a powerful air current to sweep over, making it hard to keep his eyes open.

A person holding a sword emerged from the flying sand and rocks. “Let him go!”

The newcomer was naturally Feng Li. The teleportation array that Qin Duan had set up that day randomly sent Feng Li to a small mountain ditch hundreds of miles away. He had almost tirelessly journeyed back, giving him a weathered and haggard appearance, in stark contrast to the vibrant and bright Wu Que.

Feng Li’s internal energy had been mostly depleted after encountering these two sword attacks. His face was as pale as a dead person, his chapped lips pressed together slightly, stubbornly refusing to fall.

Seeing him in this state, Qin Duan was infuriated. “Damn it, I’ve been giving you medicine for half a month, and in just a few days, you’re like this again?”

He had barely spoken a few words when he felt his waist being squeezed, nearly choking him.

Wu Que’s voice sounded dark as he leaned close to his ear. “…You really do care about him.”

Qin Duan rolled his eyes without hesitation and waved his bandaged hand in front of him. “Am I caring about you any less?”

“…” Wu Que was left speechless by his retort. He was about to say something else when Feng Li was already charging at them with his sword.

Wu Que’s expression darkened. He tried to step back while holding onto Qin Duan, but Qin Duan suddenly changed his move, and the blade of the sword was aimed at the hand holding onto the person. The attack was fierce and merciless.

Feng Li’s eyes were bloodshot, and there was even a hint of a life-or-death resolve in his posture. Watching this, Qin Duan felt both anxious and angry.

He didn’t want to see either of them get hurt. In his haste, he flicked all the talismans from the ring, heedlessly plastering both sides with them.

Wu Que, who had been preparing to counterattack, didn’t anticipate this. Caught off guard, he ended up falling for it too. He stumbled backward a few steps. Seizing the opportunity, Qin Duan wriggled out of his embrace and swiftly moved to catch Feng Li.

Feng Li, already at his wit’s end, after a desperate struggle only to be abruptly interrupted, lost his balance completely. He coughed up a mouthful of dark blood and collapsed weakly into Qin Duan’s arms.

Holding the weakened Feng Li, Qin Duan felt like Wu Que’s fiery gaze was about to burn a hole through his back. It seemed like Wu Que wanted to approach. He hastily intervened, “He’s in no condition to fight now. He’s not your opponent.”

Wu Que’s expression turned extremely ugly. “…Are you protecting him?”

With the scent of Feng Li’s blood lingering in the air, Qin Duan’s mind was in disarray, but he maintained a composed demeanor. “I’ve never taught you to take advantage of someone’s weakness.”

The person in his arms stirred at his words, his frosty hand trembling a few times. Qin Duan gently patted it away. “And you, stop trying to show off. If you continue, I’ll…”

He didn’t finish his sentence but simply tightened his embrace.

Wu Que watched the two figures clinging to each other, his eyes reddening. He almost wished he could tear the two of them apart right then and there.

As he took a step forward, he was momentarily stopped by another force. Wu Que lowered his head suddenly, only to find a white snake at his feet, its red tongue flickering as it hissed.

Suddenly, a laugh echoed out of nowhere. “I’ve heard of the Blood Demon Lord’s name for a long time, and now that I see you in person, you seem to possess a rather indecisive nature. What a pity.”

Wu Que snorted and crushed the white snake underfoot without sparing it a glance. He then turned his cold gaze in the direction of the voice and said, “The Lord of Fengyue Pavilion (tower) arrived early, yet now you’re hiding your face?”

Without looking back, he waved his hand in the direction of the voice, launching a strike.

A crimson figure emerged gracefully from the smoke. Bai Lingzhi stood aloft, his feet in nothingness as he looked down at the people below. His long white hair floated behind him, moved by the wind. If it weren’t for his striking red attire and his handsome face, there was a hint of an immortal descending to the mortal realm.

“The Blood Demon Lord is mistaken. I’ve only just arrived, and I’ve already seen you spare that sword cultivator under your command…” Bai Lingzhi huffed lightly. His golden eyes narrowed slightly, his demeanor proud. “Since ancient times, the righteous and the wicked cannot coexist. Did your master not teach you this?”

Wu Que just coldly chuckled. “He only taught me not to use underhanded tactics. Unlike you, who only has a surface layer and lacks depth.”

Bai Lingzhi was hit where it hurt. His expression turned stern, and he declared, “You’re asking for death!”

With both of them on the brink of fighting, Qin Duan took the opportunity to carry the still injured Feng Li to the side. He pulled out a few remaining pills and stuffed them all into Feng Li’s mouth.

Feng Li furrowed his brows, seemingly wanting to say something. However, Qin Duan gave him a stern look and said, “You’re not allowed to spit them out, even if they taste bad!”

“… Actually, I’m concerned about those two demonic cultivators nearby.”

Qin Duan raised an eyebrow slightly, as if he knew what Wu Que was about to say. He calmly stated, “We’re in Liangzhou City. They can’t fight here.”

Liangzhou City was known far and wide for being a place of great talents. Even if the two of them had high cultivations, they were still demonic cultivators who weren’t welcomed by the righteous path. It was fine to keep a low profile, but if they attracted too much attention, no one would benefit from it.

Since they couldn’t fight openly, they could only engage in some playful skirmishes. Qin Duan wasn’t bothered by it at all. He patted Feng Li’s shoulder reassuringly.

Feng Li swallowed the pill in his mouth and, seeing the injured fingers on Qin Duan, grabbed them. “Who hurt you?”

“A dog bit me, it’s nothing.” Qin Duan was about to pull his hand back, but a sudden gust of wind struck him from behind. He turned and caught a small snake that had pounced toward him.

The white snake stared with vertical pupils, its mouth slightly open. Bai Lingzhi’s voice came from it. “Long time no see, and you’re getting better and better at charming people.”

At this moment, while Wu Que was locked in a fierce battle, Qin Duan was seen cozying up to Feng Li, which further fueled Wu Que’s ire. Bai Lingzhi was filled with a seething anger that almost caused him to use Wu Que’s methods against him. He took a few steps back to catch his breath.

However, Bai Lingzhi surprisingly didn’t pursue him. His eyes remained fixed on the couple under the tree. Bai Lingzhi chuckled when he saw this. “The Blood Demon Lord is fighting me, but it’s the little guy who benefits… Tsk.” Seeing Qin Duan decisively crush his snake, he squinted. “Why don’t we team up and take care of him? What do you say?”

Wu Que responded coldly, “If I have the chance, why would I wait for you?”

Bai Lingzhi sneered, “Oh? Are you still concerned about how that imitation thinks?”

Wu Que said, “Give it a try if you want.”

Bai Lingzhi snorted and turned toward Qin Duan. But just as he approached, he suddenly felt a force beneath his foot. He stumbled back a few steps. He lowered his head and found a hastily drawn array at his feet, its power not at all diminished despite its crude appearance.

Bai Lingzhi’s face turned almost immediately. Despite his crimson attire, he seemed to pale. After struggling to regain his balance, he stared at the person’s back. A rare trace of confusion appeared in his golden eyes. “Who… Who are you?”

Qin Duan turned around, his left hand bathed in a blood-red glow, hidden under his sleeve. He happened to meet his disciple’s pitiful gaze… It was as if, when he had done something disrespectful to himself, he had looked at him with the same eyes.

All these years had passed in the blink of an eye… He cleared his throat. “Had enough fighting? If you have, let’s go into the city. Don’t embarrass me further out here.”

As Qin Duan spoke, he consistently positioned himself in front of Feng Li, clearly displaying his protective stance. Wu Que suppressed his anger and said, “Come over here.”

Qin Duan turned his head to help the person sitting under the tree stand up and said grumpily, “I’ll go over. Can you help me carry him?”

Before Wu Que could respond, Bai Lingzhi interjected, “I’ll help you.”

He stepped forward, reached out to take Feng Li’s limp body, and surprised Qin Duan with this complete change of attitude. For a moment, Qin Duan was taken aback, and he watched Bai Lingzhi carry the person on his back. Qin Duan urged impatiently, “Hurry up.”

“Hey…” Is he acting weird? Before he could figure out Bai Lingzhi’s intentions, Bai Lingzhi was already speeding away.

Wu Que took the opportunity to tightly embrace Qin Duan, grinding his teeth as he asked, “What’s your relationship with Bai Lingzhi?”

He had thought this person was just getting involved with Feng Li, so why did he even spare the snake demon?

Qin Duan really didn’t know how to respond. He rolled his eyes weakly and said, “You’ve been dawdling for so long. Aren’t you afraid of missing the resurrection time?”

“You!”

“What ‘me’? Hurry up and catch up.”

“…”

Wu Que took a deep breath. “I’ll deal with you later.”

After saying this, he hesitated. If things went as expected, this person wouldn’t even survive until tomorrow morning… Where would “later” come from?

So, Wu Que fell completely silent, carrying Qin Duan all the way to the Wen Mansion. He let go of him and stepped aside, looking as though he wished he could sever all ties with him.

Qin Duan: “…” With one person after another changing their attitudes as if flipping through a book, what’s the meaning behind all of this?

As the atmosphere turned awkward, someone suddenly pushed the door open. Wen Yushu, his face uncovered, leaned on the door frame and said softly, “I’ve long heard of the Blood Demon Lord’s name. Now that I’ve seen you, it’s clear the reputation is well-deserved.”

His face lacked bandages, and although his eyes remained closed, there was a faint smile at the corners of his lips. It was hard to feel any hostility from him.

Even Wu Que gave a polite fist salute. “Master Wen.”

During their exchange of pleasantries, Qin Duan secretly glanced at Wen Yushu. He couldn’t tell if it was his imagination, but he felt his friend had lost some weight. Wrapped in soft fabric, his slender figure seemed to exude a hint of fragility.

Since parting in the cave… Has he been doing well?

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