After Sheng Jun Chapter 77 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Chapter 77 Sword Merges With Courtyard Snow (part 2)
After soaking in the hot spring pool for three days, Jiang Xingzhi was finally carried back to the sleeping chambers by Zhong Ming.
He had no time to appreciate the red candles and silk decorations arranged in the chamber, practically falling asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. After sleeping for a day and waking up, before he could even criticize the other's lack of restraint, he saw Zhong Ming's gaze fall on his inner garment and pause for several breaths.
Thump—Jiang Xingzhi's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait, Xu Jian!"
In the next moment, Zhong Ming had already lifted the bed curtains and leaned down to kiss him. In his drowsy consciousness, Jiang Xingzhi thought hazily: Xu Jian really does like this surprise...
This beginning led to another three days.
Midway through, Zhong Ming even pulled out a book box from his pocket, "Deng Deng, look, is this one good?"
Jiang Xingzhi was immediately regretful: he shouldn't have shoved the book box into Xu Jian's hands because it was too hot to hold! He was about to say "not good" when he saw the pages flip open, displaying a whole new world.
The refusal on his lips was swallowed back. Jiang Xingzhi was tempted, "Just, just try it a little bit..."
Zhong Ming's eyes lit up as he leaned over.
Sticky, murmured words came from their pressed lips, "Deng Deng is so good."
"......"
Jiang Xingzhi finally experienced the fierce rebound he had been anticipating.
He had to admit that the contract ceremony was as joyful as he had expected, in both body and soul. Especially with their profound cultivation levels, their vast divine consciousness rolled and surged like two tidal waves, washing against the Mahayana realm bottleneck while merging together.
Boom! After another fierce wash, Jiang Xingzhi suddenly felt a subtle loosening from the bottleneck opening.
But the impact elsewhere was too intense, almost like a raging tide that overwhelmed his consciousness completely. Before he could investigate further, Jiang Xingzhi's arms around Zhong Ming's back tightened—
Buried against Zhong Ming's chest, after the vast expanse of fireworks ended, unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed into unconscious sleep like one drained of all strength.
......
After a full seven days of commotion, a certain extremely excited lamp holder finally settled down.
Jiang Xingzhi was curled up in bed fast asleep while Zhong Ming pulled him into his arms. He stared at Jiang Xingzhi's face, sometimes touching his long lashes, sometimes pecking at those red lips a couple times.
The long-standing emptiness in his heart was completely filled at this moment: this time they should truly be merged as one, in every aspect.
This was his Xingzhi, his Deng Deng.
Jiang Xingzhi was probably truly exhausted, not waking even as Zhong Ming poked and prodded at him.
Zhong Ming's embrace had a higher temperature and his arm made a quite comfortable pillow. As he slept, he automatically found the most comfortable position to curl into, then clung on like an octopus.
Zhong Ming pinched this person's completely unaware sleeping face with a mix of love and exasperation.
This time, Jiang Xingzhi slept even longer than the last time.
He had originally been in deep sleep, but gradually, scenes appeared in his blank dreamscape: the hot spring pool, mountain forests, snowy fields, clouds and mist...
The final image remained at the peak of Kunlun Mountain.
Beneath his feet was the vast sea of clouds, in the distance the boundless horizon. The expansive view seemed to open up his state of mind completely. The divine consciousness that had merged for seven days contained profound energy, at this moment breaking through the clouds below!
Chi. With a light sound, the bottleneck of the Mahayana peak completely loosened a crack.
At the same time, a "bang!" came from the bed. Jiang Xingzhi kicked Zhong Ming's leg. He opened his eyes with a snap, feeling the spiritual power still continuously impacting the bottleneck within his body. He turned over and "pat pat" slapped the napping Zhong Ming awake.
"Xu Jian, Xu Jian, get up quickly! I think I'm about to ascend!"
Zhong Ming was jolted awake, his consciousness not yet returned, "What's about to be born?" He savored this for a moment, then suddenly touched Jiang Xingzhi's lower abdomen with surprise, "You're giving birth?"
Jiang Xingzhi, "......"
His waist ached terribly, his whole body lacking strength. Anxious, he kicked the other person again, "Ascend! After ‘cultivating’ for seven days, I've broken through the bottleneck!"
Zhong Ming froze. In the next moment, their sea of consciousness connected following his thoughts. He instantly felt the wildly surging spiritual power within Jiang Xingzhi's body.
The scenes from the last tribulation replayed before his eyes one by one. Zhong Ming's heart immediately became chaotic. He hurriedly grabbed an outer robe to wrap around Jiang Xingzhi, scooped him up horizontally and rushed out, "We're going to find that divine physician friend of yours."
Jiang Xingzhi flailed in his arms, "Wait, I already said it's not giving birth!"
Blowing in the cold wind, Zhong Ming's panicked mind cleared a bit. He swept toward the mountainside holding Jiang Xingzhi, "I misspoke, we're going to find Wujie."
Jiang Xingzhi stared at his taut jawline, "What are we finding Wujie for?"
Zhong Ming pressed his lips together. What answered him was the cold wind whistling sharply past.
The two quickly arrived at the mountainside. Zhong Ming, holding Jiang Xingzhi, passed through the light barrier and landed in front of Wujie's dwelling. Layers of curtains were swept open with a "whoosh" by his sword intent, revealing the figure seated at the table.
Zhong Ming walked over in a few steps, his tall figure carrying an invisible pressure. He looked down at Wujie, his arm around the person unconsciously tightening, "Jiang Xingzhi seems to be breaking through again."
Incense burned at Wujie's table, a scene of peaceful tranquility, "Oh? Then shouldn't you hurry and find a mountain peak to prepare? What are you looking for this poor daoist for?"
Jiang Xingzhi also looked up at Zhong Ming, his lashes blinking, "To divine good or bad fortune?"
"......" Zhong Ming closed his eyes and pressed his face into his own embrace. Then he opened his eyes and stared intently at Wujie before him, enunciating each word, "Master, I've always had a question I wanted to ask you."