Rebirth As A Human Cauldron Chapter 24

Warning: Mature content! 

Chapter 24

The night breeze couldn’t carry away the warmth on his body. His mind was engulfed in dizziness from the effects of the medicine. He waved off the servant who came to support him, stumbling his way to the door. His feet went soft, and he fell into a pair of icy arms.

The chill from the person’s body revitalized him. He almost clung to the other person in a disheveled manner, his eyes covered by mist that seemed to have surged up out of nowhere. He blinked hard, his voice trembling as he said, “Take me away…”

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Within this body of his, nurtured by traditional medicine since childhood, there still resided an unwavering determination, even though in the presence of his beloved, he had long been utterly defeated.

“You… go… out…” He closed his eyes, struggling to turn his body, the weighty ceremonial robes pressing down on him, almost suffocating.

With his back to Ah Xuan, his trembling fingers ventured into his undergarments, delicately caressing the now hard organ. Waves of pleasure followed suit, threatening to unleash a moan. He curled into a ball, shivering intensely, as he fought against the urge to make any sound.

The raging fire inside him, unable to find an outlet, roiled like a tempest, causing his c*ck to ache. It felt as if a giant hand had gripped his chest, his mouth gaping wide as he gasped for air, attempting to escape this oxygen-deprived state. His lower body moved mechanically, with such force that it felt as if his skin would be worn away, yet strangely, he couldn’t feel pain. Instead, an unfamiliar pleasure consumed him, the dampened tip continuously releasing moisture, leaving a sticky residue on his hand.

Not enough… still… wanting more…

His disheveled hair spread out on the bedsheet. The vibrant red clothes were carelessly pulled apart, revealing a pale and fragile chest in the slightly cool air, coated in a thin layer of sweat.

In a daze, he raised his hand, forcefully ravaging the protrusion on his chest. He cruelly pinched his delicate skin, leaving behind bruised marks. The damp sweat soaked through his undershirt, and the soft fabric clung to his slender waist. Wet strands of hair stuck to his face, and a trace of unmistakable vulnerability crept into his tightly furrowed brow.

Ah Xuan had been there all along; he knew.

He knew that Ah Xuan was watching him… watching his lascivious appearance. There was not a lack of shame, but embarrassment overpowered it, enough to keep him silent.

Biting down on the edge of his ceremonial robe, his bloodshot eyes remained wide open, fixed on his blurred reflection on the wall. He pressed his scorching body against it.

His rigid, painful organ rubbed against the slightly rough wall. He heard a faint whimper escape his throat, his drug-tormented body highly sensitive and susceptible to any touch. Just a few strokes were enough to make it wet, the released liquid staining the white wall, leaving a slightly darker spot.

Just as he was about to be tormented to the point of collapse by pleasure, a frigid hand suddenly reached out from behind, enveloping the crimson tip with a delicate palm. His body trembled violently, and he nearly ejaculated immediately.

The milky fluid fell into Ah Xuan’s palm, mingling with the touch of his slender fingers. He hurriedly tried to clean it, but the person flipped his hand over, smearing the viscous substance on his slightly heaving lower abdomen.

The sensation of wet and debauched touch made him let out a muffled groan. The organ that had just climaxed stood upright, and he closed his eyes in embarrassment, arching his back. “Don’t… don’t look…”

Ah Xuan remained silent, but his arm stayed draped around his waist, displaying a somewhat firm posture, as if he intended to hold him close.

Even if it’s just wishful thinking… he shamelessly thought. He leaned slightly against the person’s chest, not feeling the pain despite his long hair being flattened.

His fingers once again moved towards the area between his legs, but before he could proceed, his body was suddenly turned over. He closed his eyes, afraid to meet the other person’s gaze. His long eyelashes trembled gently, wet with droplets that might have been sweat or tears.

“Ah… Ah Xuan…” After a long, tense silence, he trembled as he spoke, “If you feel… uncomfortable… you can… you can leave…”

“Do you like me?” Ah Xuan’s voice was chilly, like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

“Why do you have to be like those women?” Ah Xuan seemed puzzled in his inquiry, yet it also sounded like a mere statement. In any case, he couldn’t discern any emotion from it.

He awkwardly smiled, “If I were a woman, at least I could express my feelings openly…” I like you.

But he swallowed back those final three words, along with the metallic sweetness in his throat. The boiling power of the medicine ravaged his already exhausted body. His heart was beating too fast, as if it could burst at any moment.

As the moment progressed, his mind oddly cleared, like a last glimmer of light. He opened his eyes and summoned a courage he didn’t know he had. He gently lifted the lowered head of the other person and pressed a kiss onto the face he had been yearning for.

The vibrant red sleeve of the ceremonial robe swayed before his eyes, and in that haze, he felt as if he had returned to the bridal chamber after the wedding. His beloved was sitting on the bed, draped in a veil. He reached out…

Amidst a mixture of sorrow and laughter, he coughed and smiled, his feeble limbs growing limp. He trembled slightly, the remnants of the drug’s effects causing a gentle shiver.

The other person’s gaze shifted momentarily. He didn’t see it clearly, but he felt his legs being lifted, exposing his vulnerable intimate area.

Ah Xuan reached out to touch the soft perineum. “…Is it here?”

A spasm ran through his legs, and he emitted an embarrassed whimper, burying his face in his black hair.

So, the other person’s fingers gradually moved downward, coming to rest at the slightly provocative entrance. The fingers gently massaged for a moment before gradually sliding in a finger…

“No…” He almost immediately struggled, curling his toes softly onto the person’s shoulder, like a mother cat teasing after being in heat.

“It seems to be here.” Ah Xuan muttered to himself, his fingers twitching as he brushed the rough fingertips against the delicate inner walls, arousing a sensation that almost made him dizzy. Unable to hold back, he let out a moan, then quickly bit down on his clothes corner, trembling all over as if struck by electricity.

Ah Xuan held down his squirming body and inserted another finger.

…This was a bit strained for the inexperienced rear entrance, but fortunately, the aphrodisiac had numbed most of his senses, and he surprisingly didn’t feel any pain.

As the two slender fingers thrust within, the tense passage gradually softened, even actively sucking the foreign object like a tight little mouth. Ah Xuan furrowed his brows at this, “…So tight.”

The person withdrew their fingers, glistening with juices, and spread the transparent lubricant onto his flushed chest. When the fingers brushed against his erect n*pple, it sent another wave of delicate tingles. His member against his lower abdomen was pressed against the moisture, and the emptiness in his rear passage wriggled, making him urgently crave something to be inserted, to thoroughly fill him…

“Ah Xuan… I…”

“…You once saved my life,” Ah Xuan suddenly spoke, “…and you’ve taken care of me for so many years. I should repay you.”

He parted his lips, and the unspoken confession eventually transformed into trembling lip movements, which were fiercely clenched by his teeth.

In the next second, his waist was lifted, and something scorching pressed against his damp entrance, unrelentingly inching in.

Ah Xuan penetrated deeply, almost unskilled, burying himself within the other’s soft interior. The moist passage was stimulated, contracting frantically, causing him to grunt in discomfort. He patted the other’s reddened thigh area and said, “Relax a bit…”

He was in such pain that his vision darkened. It was as if even his flat abdomen was protruding due to the other’s insertion, utterly wreaking havoc alongside his viscera.

He gasped, his voice trembling with a sob, “Too… too deep… ah… it hurts so much…”

Ah Xuan held onto his undulating waist and moved slowly, saying, “…Isn’t this what you wanted?”

The convulsing thighs trembled incessantly, and the taut arches of his feet rubbed against the bedsheet beneath him. He felt as though a blunt knife had been thrust into his body, slowly sawing between flesh and blood.

The pain was so intense that he couldn’t make a sound. He clenched his teeth, biting into the deep red fabric of his sleeve, concealing the spittle of blood that had sprayed out.

Yet, unexpectedly, he harbored no hatred.

Perhaps it was because the young man’s voice was too tranquil, calm to the point of lacking any affection, and devoid of any desire for revenge or release.

Ah Xuan truly didn’t understand… Just as he had said, he was a peerless sword wandering the mortal realm, determining life and death, devoid of human sentiment, ignorant of love and hatred.

He didn’t blame him.

Upon Ah Xuan lay everything he yearned for… impeccable talents, unrestricted freedom, formidable martial skills, and that unwavering heart devoted to the path of the sword.

In a daze, he thought, as once again his lower body surged forth. The hefty glans rolled over a sensitive point within him, causing an unexpected cry to escape his lips. His raised chest brushed against the other’s garment, and his limbs quivered uncontrollably.

The forceful impact of hips met the round curves of his buttocks, the sound of their flesh intertwining echoing like rapid claps. Amidst it all, the lewd sound of penetration squelched along with splashes of moisture, shamelessly indulgent.

The fragile passage was completely breached, the pain gradually numbing as the remaining waves of pleasure multiplied by the concoction’s effect. He was being taken to the edge, tears flowing uncontrollably, mixing with sweat as they mingled in his damp hair.

“Ah Xuan… Ah Xuan…”

He called out intermittently, his feeble arms barely climbing onto the man’s sturdy form, as if offering himself up as a sacrifice.

Ah Xuan’s breath seemed to deepen, gently spraying over the sensitive side of his neck, eliciting a shiver. Trembling a few times, his intestines coiled tighter in response. He suckled and swallowed the fierce intruder within him, the intestinal fluid secreted mingling with the intense pounding, oozing out with squelching sounds.

The man spread apart his buttocks, revealing the thoroughly reddened entrance, ravaged to its core. The massive member withdrew until only the tip remained, then thrust in forcefully again, evoking from him a sound akin to a near-death moan.

“Ah Xuan… I can’t go on…” He couldn’t help but plead in a low voice, lifting his long sleeve to cover his face.

His body was repeatedly pushed back and then forcefully pulled back by the strong hands on his waist, pinned between the swaying bed panels.

Ah Xuan hovered over him, his waist moving rhythmically, his fierce manhood stirring the wetness within him. Gradually, the lewd fluid dripped down, forming froth at the entrance, sticking between the buttocks, thoroughly indulgent.

Consciousness gradually faded, leaving only the scalding flesh blade inside him continually pulsating. He drifted in and out of unconsciousness, rising and falling several times, until spasms and convulsions ejected the last drop of his essence. He felt a warmth in his lower abdomen as scorching semen sprayed between the softened intestines, instinctively twitching a few times before succumbing to complete unconsciousness…

When he awoke the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. Ah Xuan had sent him back to his residence. Apart from the marks around his waist where they had been forcefully grasped, his body was remarkably clean.

It seemed like the entire encounter had truly been nothing more than a transaction for gratitude… He chuckled softly, felt a pang in his chest, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Ironically, his family, seeing him remain unwed for years, had thought he suffered from a hidden ailment and had laced his celebratory wine with a potent concoction… Yet, it was precisely that overpowering aphrodisiac that shattered the foundation of his body. Despite all the subsequent attempts at recovery, it ultimately proved futile.

After years of painstaking efforts, he had led this body, frail and feeble from birth, to a dead-end. Yet, he surprised himself with an unexpected calmness. Seizing moments of mental clarity, he could still lean against the bedside and attend to the remaining business matters.

In his final days, he spent them lying in his room, resting on a white jade pillow, covered with a silk quilt. The room was filled with the finest medicinal fragrance, thick and almost suffocating.

Suddenly, he remembered the incessant drizzle in Jiangnan many years ago. The misty rain blurred his vision, obscuring the hint of inhuman coldness in Ah Xuan’s eyes.

But having witnessed the world’s most peerless sword, his life was devoid of regrets.

One morning, he unexpectedly found himself with some strength, even managing to down two bowls of porridge.

When he got up, his legs felt a bit weak, so he had a servant find a cane for him. Slowly, he made his way out the door.

Outside, the sunlight was just right, warming his body. It felt oddly comfortable. He basked in it greedily for a while, then suddenly asked, “Where is Ah Xuan?”

“At this time, Young Master Xun should be practicing swordsmanship in the backyard.”

He nodded, “I… will go take a look. Don’t inform him, and don’t follow me either.”

With that, he leaned on the cane and swayed as he walked out. The scorching sunlight poured down from above, shrinking his tall and straight figure into a small bundle at his feet, stepping on the ground.

His residence was just a short distance from Ah Xuan’s training ground, yet it took him a whole half hour to reach it.

Finally arriving at the entrance, he hesitated as if overcome by nostalgia for his hometown. He squinted at the elegant characters on the plaque above his head—Yujian Pavilion. He had personally inscribed it, with bold and free-spirited strokes dancing across the paper.

Now, with his dying body, seeing those characters caused a slight warmth in his chest. It was as if a dying ember had been rekindled, igniting a glimmer of life in the barren expanse of his heart.

He turned around, taking advantage of the lingering fervor within him, and left without looking back.

After spending half a day settling all his affairs, he changed into a respectable outfit and bid farewell to all the servants. However, just before leaving, he noticed something had fallen into a corner gift box.

It was the headgear he had lifted that day and hadn’t had a chance to return. Somehow, it had ended up mixed in with the farewell gifts. He gazed at it for a while, and almost unconsciously picked it up and placed it in his pocket.

As he slowly and reluctantly made his way to the furnace in the back mountains, the flames still burned brightly. The heat washed over him, making it difficult to keep his eyes open.

He had transformed his wholehearted dedication into the relentless forging of a sword. Now, he had finally forged the one and only sword in the world meant for Ah Xuan. He had set it aside temporarily due to the inability to find a Sword Spirit, yet now, the clouds of doubt had suddenly cleared, and he understood the true meaning of the ancient texts.

A sword is both a weapon and a killer. A weapon must taste blood, as an ordinary blade untouched by blood lacks the intent to kill and can’t be called a treasured sword.

The so-called Sword Spirit merely required a living person to offer their flesh and blood as a sacrifice, becoming the first undead beneath this sword before it was even born.

He had lived his life within high walls and grand courtyards, suppressed by his mundane family, living an orderly life. Now, with little time left, he was breaking free from the norm for the first time. He didn’t want to die in luxurious comfort; he’d rather offer his body to the sword, fulfilling the promise he had made all those years ago.

Under the moonlight on his coming-of-age day, he had drunkenly held Ah Xuan’s hand, promising to find the best sword in the world for him.

At this moment, standing above the furnace, he squinted at the fiery depths below, where the blade was heating, turning red and then blue.

If there were another life, he would rather be born in turbulent times, wielding a long spear, bearing a general’s seal, living a life of hardships, leading troops and horses, securing a nation, and unifying a realm!

If there were another life… He took out the freshly red headgear and placed it slowly over his head.

Golden tassels cascaded over his shoulders, but there was no one left to lift the lid for him.

Closing his eyes, severing the last thread of attachment, he stepped off the edge. Without hesitation, he threw himself into the furnace, fully committed to his choice.

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Translator’s note: What can I say? What a sad love story. I think this man is Feng Li.

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