After Sheng Jun Chapter 62 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Chapter 62 He's Going Home (part 1)
Zhong Ming's restraining posture was so domineering, his gaze and words like a ball of fire, passionately simmering him, melting him into a pool of spring water.
Jiang Xingzhi, being teased like this, actually went soft at the waist in his palm. Zhong Ming was still looking down at him, asking, "So eager to form a contract, do you want to dominate me?"
...What an injustice, he had no such intention!
Jiang Xingzhi wanted to open his mouth to argue, but as soon as his lips parted, his tongue was pressed down by a fingertip. That thumb pressed and stirred gently, making him suddenly widen his eyes, "Mmph..."
Xu Jian actually, actually did this! At least let him explain!
Jiang Xingzhi's heart was pounding wildly, his eye sockets burning hot, as if they were about to catch fire. He tilted his head back, "I meant to fight—"
Zhong Ming's eyes darkened, his thumb following up, "Fight?"
Fight as in battle! Jiang Xingzhi's vision was veiled with moisture, anxiously using his knee to bump the man again.
The next moment, his vision suddenly turned upside down. Zhong Ming flipped him over while maintaining their face-to-face position, his back suddenly resting against the reclining chair. The man holding him looked down, his expression domineering and dangerous, as if he wanted to devour him completely, inside and out.
Jiang Xingzhi shuddered—this kid was indeed planning something big, truly dragging him into trouble!
With his lips pressed and unable to speak, seeing Zhong Ming ready to spring into action with a hands-on approach, he urgently used divine consciousness transmission, "I didn't! I didn't!"
The fingers pressing him loosened slightly.
Zhong Ming looked at him, asking hoarsely, "Didn't?"
"Of course not! Who wants to dominate you..." Jiang Xingzhi took advantage of this loosening to pry away his hand and turn his head aside. His tongue root still carried a tingling aftereffect, nearly making him slur his words, "I meant fight in battle, in cultivation level!"
Those examining eyes fell on him, trying to confirm the truthfulness of his words.
After a long while, Zhong Ming laughed once, then lowered his head to bite his ear carefully, "Oh... then tell Deng Deng, what should we do when forming the contract?"
What do you mean what should we do? Jiang Xingzhi's whole face burned intensely, saying euphemistically, "I don't want to be so tired."
Let the tiring work be left to Xu Jian. He had read in books that the dominant party had to do all the work throughout, while he, this lazy fish, just wanted to lie comfortably.
Zhong Ming released his ear and straightened up slightly, staring at him intently, "I don't understand. Deng Deng needs to speak plainly."
Jiang Xingzhi took a deep breath—did Xu Jian know what shame was? He had already expressed himself so clearly, yet still insisted on making him say it.
That unwavering gaze didn't blink for an instant.
Jiang Xingzhi steeled his heart, grabbed Zhong Ming's collar with full momentum and spoke, "Let... let you enter, is that good enough!"
The hands holding him suddenly tightened! Zhong Ming's expression immediately became even more excited, as if struck by his words, his chest rising and falling. He stared intently at Jiang Xingzhi, suddenly lowering his head to bite his lips. Using some force, then relaxing slightly, only grinding between his teeth.
He suppressed his voice, "...Good."
Having reached consensus on the key issue, Zhong Ming contentedly held the person, kissing and nibbling continuously.
Jiang Xingzhi felt like a meat bone being held by a big wolf dog, even his bone marrow about to be sucked away. He pushed against the other's waist, "Alright... Ah Zuo..."
"Mm." Zhong Ming pulled away before losing control, his gaze burning as he asked, "How are the invitations coming along?"
He had already made full preparations for his identity being exposed! Both mentally and physically.
Jiang Xingzhi paused, "..."
Still thinking about that.
He cleared his throat and spoke, "They're all sent, only the Demon Realm is left." If his feelings were correct, now only suppressing the Soul-Devouring Abyss in the Demon Realm remained before going home.
"Demon Realm?" Zhong Ming's brow furrowed, as if thinking of something unpleasant, "Why give to... No." His tightly knit brow suddenly relaxed, and his face took on a triumphant expression, "Right, we should announce to the Demon Realm—especially certain people in the Demon Realm, that Deng Deng belongs to me."
Jiang Xingzhi watched the colorful drama playing out in his eyes, not knowing what grand performance was being enacted.
A slender white hand slapped Zhong Ming's handsome face twice, "Pa pa!" As if trying to slap him awake. Jiang Xingzhi said softly, "Stop thinking about it, sleep."
Zhong Ming collected his thoughts, lowering his head to hold him up, "Tired?"
Jiang Xingzhi nodded, nuzzling into his embrace, "Mm."
A low, gentle voice fell, "Good, let's go back to sleep."
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Yesterday Jiang Xingzhi had rushed around most of the Jiuzhou, and when he returned, Zhong Ming had pressed him down and kissed him too fiercely.
Even when they slept together at night, the latter was still restless, excited as if they were forming the contract the next day, coming to kiss him one moment, nibbling another... making it so Jiang Xingzhi still hadn't fallen asleep past midnight.
Only when Jiang Xingzhi quietly sat up saying he would return to his own room did the certain someone who had been agitated half the night finally coax him to give up.
Therefore, when he woke up the next day, it was already noon.
No one was beside the bed. Jiang Xingzhi got up and pushed open the door. He didn't see Zhong Ming's figure on the mountain peak either, "Ah Zuo?"
Strange, where did he go? Could it be that knowing he was excessive last night, he consciously went to buy a washboard?
Just as Jiang Xingzhi was about to send a message, his sea of consciousness suddenly stirred—that wisp of divine consciousness attached to the eighth jade ring was being pulled. His eyes lit up! Temporarily abandoning Zhong Ming who had gone somewhere unknown, he flew away from Kunlun toward Xunyang City.
Passing through the bustling crowd, the aura stopped in a secluded alley. It seemed the buyer had discovered his divine sense and was specifically waiting here.
Jiang Xingzhi's spirits lifted—whoever it was, time to harvest another one!
Whoosh, indigo robes descended from the sky. Before Jiang Xingzhi even landed, he opened his mouth to greet, "This customer..."
The figure waiting in the alley turned around at his words. Blood-red robes like fire, a familiar face came into Jiang Xingzhi's view.
The greeting stopped abruptly.
Jiang Xingzhi looked at Su You...
Su You looked at Jiang Xingzhi...
The two stared at each other for several breaths, falling into silence simultaneously.
—How should they handle this situation now?
After a moment, Jiang Xingzhi recovered from his daze, "Su You?" His leek, how could it be Su You!
Su You stared at Jiang Xingzhi for a long while, raising his hand to pinch that jade ring, recalling the other's parting words from days ago. He narrowed his eyes meaningfully, "Small business... cutting leeks?"
Jiang Xingzhi—oh no!
He forced naturalness, using Su You's own rhetoric, "This lord and Su You~ truly have fate."
He was answered with a cold laugh, "Hehe."
Su You rubbed the smooth surface of the jade ring, counting the bags of spirit stones he had spent—the leek turned out to be himself. How interesting.
Seeing Jiang Xingzhi across from him already starting to fidget nervously, seemingly torn between whether to harvest this leek, or thinking about how to harvest it with dignity... Su You raised an eyebrow and suddenly spoke, "For the last piece, how much were you originally planning to sell it to this lord for?"
Jiang Xingzhi counted on his fingers bashfully, "Just over two or three hundred."
With his words, two large bags of spirit stones were "thud" thrown toward him. Jiang Xingzhi instinctively caught them, blinking at Su You across from him.
This was, for him?
"Take it." Su You opened his hand toward him, indicating a one-hand-money-one-hand-goods transaction, "When this lord first saw this nine-linked ring being sold separately, I vaguely guessed it would be like this... I just didn't expect such a profiteer would be our Xingzhi."
Jiang Xingzhi embarrassedly took out the last jade ring from his storage bag and handed it to Su You, "Since you knew, why did you still buy it?"
Su You examined the jade ring in his hand, "After all, this quality and craftsmanship are rarely seen superior goods."
Jiang Xingzhi quickly praised, "You have such good taste!"
Of course—the craftsmanship and materials from a thousand years later were much better than those from a thousand years ago~
Su You snorted again, "Besides, having already bought the first piece, if I were missing this last piece... tsk!"
His expression looked quite uncomfortable. Jiang Xingzhi pondered for a moment, thinking of the neat and orderly layout of the Demon Realm, his thoughts slightly stalling—could Su You have OCD?
As he was thinking, he heard the person across speak, "Forget it, consider this as gift money for Xingzhi's contract ceremony. This lord won't hold grudges anymore. But there's one thing—"
"What?" Jiang Xingzhi looked at him.
Su You's usually casual demeanor was rarely serious at this moment, "My Demon Realm's Soul-Devouring Abyss needs that Ancient Evil Sword. If Xingzhi can help with this favor, whatever this lord should give in exchange, just say it."
Jiang Xingzhi thought about it, "I don't want anything. Put this favor on Kunlun's account."
Even if Su You hadn't said it, he would definitely find a way to make Xu Jian agree. Might as well take this opportunity to have the Demon Realm owe Kunlun a favor—
Making Kunlun an existence that neither the Human nor Demon Realms could violate.
Kunlun. Su You, hearing this, looked deeply at Jiang Xingzhi, "Agreed."
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At this time, the key figure Xu Jian was sitting inside Wu Jie’s house.
Sandalwood smoke curled in the room, so quiet it seemed isolated from the world.
Zhong Ming sat at the desk, one hand resting on it and tapping lightly, "Master didn't go out today?"
Wu Jie calmly sipped his tea, "If I had gone out, how could Protector Bai have found this poor daoist?"