CH 118 Through A Hundred Tribulations And A Thousand Turns, We Share A Pillow In Flight

The kiss carried a hint of coldness, a touch of wickedness, and a thread of intimacy.  

It was so gentle that Ji Yunlai felt like he was falling into a cloud. Not only did he not want to refuse, but he desperately responded, thirsting for more.  

The mighty Xing Dao Master, who even in the face of Human Immortals never feared or faltered, was now dizzy and light-headed from a kiss. He felt as if someone had shaken him back and forth a thousand times, leaving him utterly disoriented.  

He was completely unable to control himself!  

He didn’t even stop the hand that reached inside his robes.  

What’s happening to me? I’m not someone so easily swayed. Why am I acting like an old house catching fire?  

Even Ji Yunlai’s ears turned crimson with embarrassment. His robes were half undone before he managed to feebly push Xiao Qing away.  

The gesture was weak, almost like reluctant consent.  

Yes, this was Xiao Qing. Although he wasn’t sure why Xiao Qing was acting this way, even with the demonic aura all over him, Ji Yunlai could tell this wasn’t some malevolent entity. It was the pure Xiao Qing. However, he seemed to be in a state of confusion, unable to think clearly.  

Since there was no one else around, Ji Yunlai, despite his internal conflict, wasn’t open-minded enough to let things escalate indiscriminately. After much effort, he finally managed to push the reluctant Xiao Qing off.  

But Xiao Qing seemed controlled by that naïve yet determined shadow of his, repeating the same attempts to press him down.  

Ji Yunlai considered it seriously. If it were Xiao Qing trying to… push him down, he supposed he wouldn’t mind.  

However, given Xiao Qing’s current state of mind, it was better to leave some boundaries in place.  

Raising his hand, Ji Yunlai channeled his true essence, intending to suppress the demonic aura within Xiao Qing and restore his clarity.  

Yet no matter how much true essence he poured in, the demonic aura showed no sign of diminishing.  

After nearly an hour, the situation remained unchanged.  

Holding Xiao Qing, who kept nuzzling against his face and touching him, Ji Yunlai prepared to bring him back to Zhuiyun Peak. The Nine Abysses were too chaotic, and the environment could harm someone of Xiao Qing’s low cultivation level.  

But just as they exited halfway from the Nine Abysses and saw the dim blue sky beyond the black mist, the heavens suddenly darkened. Thunderclouds gathered, lightning danced like golden serpents, and massive bolts of tribulation lightning, dozens of feet thick, came crashing down. Ji Yunlai raised his hand to block, yet even he felt his fingers go numb.  

The tribulation thunder did not relent. In the next moment, tens of thicker lightning bolts followed, their silvery light tinged with a faint purple hue.  

Ji Yunlai recalled Kun-Lai’s records, which described the purple tribulation lightning as a punishment from the heavens—reserved only for abominations completely rejected by natural law.  

Xiao Qing, held in Ji Yunlai’s arms, glanced up at the sky with a flash of fury in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, the endless tribulation clouds split apart, revealing sunlight beyond.  

Yet almost immediately, the clouds reformed, growing threefold in density. At their center, a shadow began to take shape, resembling an eye on the verge of opening. The lightning became even fiercer, and while Ji Yunlai blocked dozens of strikes, he suddenly sensed his fortune being drastically diminished by a tenth.  

Fortune was the essence of accumulated karmic merit, essential for protecting disciples and sects. Losing it could lead to public condemnation, universal enmity, and harm to his close friends and allies. Ji Yunlai couldn’t help but feel alarmed. His fortune, earned from founding Kun-Lai and shaping the Western Continent, was among the top four in the world. Losing a tenth in an instant was no small matter.  

Without hesitation, he retreated back into the endless darkness of the Nine Abysses.  

Just what position did Xiao Qing hold in his past life? To provoke such hostility from the heavens, it seemed as if the very laws of nature sought mutual destruction.  

As Ji Yunlai pondered this, Xiao Qing once again pushed him down...  

Oh heavens, how could someone like me, a Human Immortal, fail to resist Xiao Qing’s advances? Ji Yunlai felt utterly ashamed. Xiao Qing didn’t even understand what he was doing! How could he not only fail to correct him but also mislead him further?  

No, this won’t do. Ji Yunlai was momentarily at a loss and grew worried that Xiao Qing’s prolonged state might cause lasting harm.  

After some thought, he retrieved a jade pendant, cool and translucent like ice. It bore calming and soul-stabilizing properties, engraved with an “SOS” mark. It was the very one he had received upon awakening, with a memory backup inside that mockingly stated, “How deep does blood even run?”  

Though he did leave a final word: “If you face an emergency, seek me again.” And wasn’t this an emergency now?  

Ji Yunlai infused his true essence into the jade pendant, waiting for the world to transform into an endless sea and sky.  

But this time, no dramatic effects occurred. Instead, another version of himself appeared, quiet and serene, materializing in the void.  

The Xiao Qing in his arms immediately lunged toward this new figure.  

“You’re my Xiao Qing!” Ji Yunlai grabbed him and pinched his cheek. No matter what Xiao Qing’s past life was, in this life, Xiao Qing was his. There was no room for negotiation. Even if the person before him was a manifestation of his own obsession, it didn’t matter!  

The Xing Dao Master, as calm and distant as a moon high in the heavens, merely extended a hand and traced a line on Xiao Qing’s forehead.  

In an instant, a phantom appeared beside them, wrapping itself around the Xing Dao Master with unrestrained intimacy. The Xing Dao Master remained expressionless, allowing it to do as it pleased. 

Ji Yunlai, holding Xiao Qing, froze for a moment. Suddenly, Xiao Qing froze, and then with an aggrieved expression collapsed into his arms and silently cried, "Master..."

"It's all right," Ji Yunlai gently patted his apprentice's loose long hair.

How could it be all right? Feng Qingxiu felt even worse. When he was pulled away by Senior Brother Yang, he was extremely worried, full of self-blame and guilt. He felt that it was his fault for putting his master in danger. Overcome with these emotions, he unconsciously managed to control his shadow. His thoughts aligned with those of the shadow, and instinctively, countless shadows returned to the Endless Void. But upon seeing that his master was unharmed, he and his shadow began to diverge. Amid the confusion, he had shown such disrespect toward his master!

He wanted to atone with his life!

"Don't," Ji Yunlai quickly comforted his disheveled and guilt-ridden apprentice. "It has nothing to do with you. It's the shadow's fault!"

Although that shadow was also influenced by you, your master, I truly... don't mind.

"But I..." Thinking of the lovely feeling from when he was kissing his master, Feng Qingxiu covered his mouth, almost wanting to die.

"It's fine, it's not your fault. If you hurt yourself because of this, it would be my fault as your master," Ji Yunlai reassured him. He then looked toward the place where the Xing Dao Master, despite the shadow being all over him, remained still and steady, quietly watching him. For a moment, he felt somewhat awkward.

"Repair the demonic seal on his body, the method is here." The Xing Dao Master raised his hand, and a wisp of spiritual light flew into Ji Yunlai's mind. It contained an intricate ward complex enough to create ten flying peaks. After releasing this wisp of light, the Xing Dao Master became even more faint.

"You should return to the jade talisman now," Ji Yunlai said, though he had many questions and things he wanted to ask, he no longer felt like doing so.

He reached out and returned the Xing Dao Master's obsession along with the demonic shadow to the jade talisman.

From his current perspective, how could Ji Yunlai not see that the Xing Dao Master was nearing his limits? If he stayed any longer, this obsession would vanish completely.

As for seeing that great celestial demon's obsession, it could have waited until he entered the illusionary world. Why was there such a rush? The past him was really not honest and straightforward.

And now, there was something more serious.

Thinking of the complex and incomprehensible seal, Ji Yunlai felt his head spin. "Xiao Qing."

Xiao Qing looked up at him with an innocent and somewhat shy expression. Just being looked at made Ji Yunlai remember the feeling he had when Xiao Qing was kissing him, and his ears turned slightly red. "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Feng Qingxiu lowered his head and said, "No, Master. Are you here in your true form? What about Kun-Lai...?"

What should be done about the Kun-Lai network?

"Of course. Kun-Lai isn't in any real trouble, you needn't worry," Ji Yunlai nodded. He then took a deep breath, trying to be solemn. "Xiao Qing, take off your clothes."

"Okay... huh?"