Chapter 285

Say a sentence that's rough in wording but sound in reasoning——

Who would enjoy working, on the road to scheming for the world, with someone who eyes their own butt like a tiger?

None, right?

Moreover, setting aside unintentional affection, Chen Weifang considers herself beautiful but not the type to submit and lie beneath others.

Therefore, it's better to simply cut off this young person's thoughts right now.

"The Wise Lord is a true heroic lord."

Chen Weifang gathered her mind, her brows and eyes like still water turned to jade:

"If you truly have intentions, you should strive for achievements, seeking blessings for future generations......"

"Why waste time on someone like me, ugly and clumsy?"

However, in just a short breath, Chen Weifang seemed to become again that 'beautiful', 'gentle', 'good at teaching', 'patiently guiding' Chen Weifang.

All the viciousness and cruelty hidden beneath the beauty's skin......

It seems like they are merely others' illusions.

As long as he laughs, anyone who comes must accompany him in performing this play of a hundred lives.

Until he next reveals his rotten, decadent, chilling inner self, everyone must still accompany him in performing this play of a hundred lives.

Chunri Jian sees such a teacher for the first time, pupils shaking, soul overturned, yet always unable to truly speak.

Chen Weifang then lightly laughs, that beauty's mask trembling incessantly, then her voice becomes ever softer:

"..... Look at you, scared kid."

"Otherwise nothing major, just do your work well. The Wise Lord has taken several cities, Yongzhou is already in the bag; from now on, as long as you assist well, there will be plenty of days for you to be granted a Yellow-heart Cypress Tomb."

Yellow-heart Cypress Tomb refers to a tomb built by piling up yellow-heart cypress wood; because its materials are costly and only those with great power and influence can allocate it, it is not easily bestowed, thus it has long been regarded as a strong symbol of status......

Grand burial.

Grand burial.

Chen Weifang's life, aside from being ruthless, actually also harbors an ambition unique to those of low status.

If heaven and earth treat him poorly, he will tell heaven and earth, and all people, that someone as humble as him also has a day of dazzling brilliance.

If he cannot obtain a good birth in life, then in death he must receive a grand burial from the world.

Otherwise......

Why bother to come into the world and follow?

Otherwise, why would he spend his days accompanying the Wise Lord and Chinu doing this brain‑killing work?

Chen Weifang's mind wandering, seeing the young man before her still pressing his lips silent, not knowing if he heard, she could only lightly shake her head, then casually walk away.

One stands dazed under the eaves, the other walks straight out.

At the moment they brushed past, Chunri Jian, for some reason, suddenly spoke:

"Is the teacher like this in front of that Mr. Liu as well?"

"Mr. Liu, naturally speaking, is Chinu."

Chen Weifang didn't expect Chunri Jian to speak at all, and yet upon speaking he brought up Chinu; but he was still a step slow, and subconsciously said:

"You're not that different in age from him, what do you call him 'Mr.' for?"

This remark almost slipped out, but when Chen Weifang said it she felt it improper, as if tacitly admitting.

Chen Weifang pondered its deeper meaning again, and almost laughed in anger.

"...... He and I are truly master and disciple, a bond forged in life and death over the years—there's nothing improper about our relationship."

He had thought his words were perfectly clear, but when Chunri Jian now opened his mouth to ask, he found himself doubtful—

If this little rascal really took it to heart, what does it matter how he acts in front of others? Why bother mentioning Chinu?

Surely he couldn't be suspecting that he has designs on Chinu, could he?

That would be terrifying!

Just imagining Chinu's gloomy stare fixed on him sent a chill through Chen Weifang's body, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Who would have thought that Chunri Jian, standing behind him, would now be silent?

The young man still kept the posture of having brushed past him, standing quietly under the eaves; though his expression was unclear, his bearing was extremely deferential.

Since the other party has already boarded the thief's ship, wanting to retreat now is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Chen Weifang didn't care too much; he withdrew his gaze, and while walking slowly away from Chunri Jian, he casually said:

"...... The southern lands have many spring rains; I don't know how your leg injury has been these past years—if you fear the rain, you still ought to nurse it well......"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than, without waiting for Chunri Jian's reply, Chen Weifang himself laughed—

The desire to control is truly a frightening thing.

Even though he had already broken face with Chunri Jian, he still unconsciously uttered a few hollow words of concern.

Everything was done in the manner of an elder toward Chinu, but when dealing with others, there was no sincerity—just unconscious pretense, so much that even he found it laughable.

Upon further reflection, if he truly intended to dissuade the other party, why bother saying anything about the future?

Chen Weifang lowered his head, an involuntary snicker escaping his lips, then turned back and returned to Chunri Jian's side.

Chunri Jian remained standing where he was, unable to regain his composure for a long time.

However, however.

The news that today made his soul tremble was destined to be more than just the matter of "the master's outward and inward selves not being alike."

Because in the next instant, the master's hand, again from behind him, rested on his shoulder.

That force was extremely light, extremely light...

Yet it was like a delicate flower blooming beneath a decaying archway, actually a slow-killing wisteria.

Those he fixes his gaze upon may not die on the spot, but they are doomed to unable to escape a deadly fate.

Strangulation, binding, suffocation......

This is all unavoidable.

The ghostly aura is dense and looming.

The ghostly aura is dense and looming.

Just a light touch, and Chunri Jian's whole body felt as if stared at by a fiendish ghost, his body stiffening more than half.

He had never imagined that his own master...

His own master turned out to be such a person with a grim ghostly aura.

No hysteria, no hideous screeching.

Calm, deathly pale, yet actually belonging to the top tier of 【fiendish ghost】, giving one the illusion that a moment's inattention would snap one's neck.

Chunri Jian's whole body was seized by uncontrollable trembling.

But the 【fiendish ghost】 behind him, whose cultivation was not shallow, still would not let him go, and kept speaking:

"...... If you don't believe the Wise Lord can give you any future, then believe me."

"If you achieve great merit in the future, and the Wise Lord does not reward you, I will reward you—with whatever you desire most."

The wisteria's flower branches slowly hooked Chunri Jian's face, forcing him to raise his head from his lowered, obedient posture.

The fresh, elegant, slightly sweet and slightly bitter fragrance, like a quiet whisper, drifted into the young man's mouth and nose.

The young man's chest heaved violently; he dared not breathe deeply, so he shut his eyes tight, held his breath, to show his insignificant resistance.

Chen Weifang usually had no patience for others, and was too lazy to bother with what was wrong with this young man, so she merely patted that extremely ordinary face of her subordinate and said with a smile:

"...... In the future, as long as you achieve great merit, who knows—you might even get a chance to spend a spring night with me."

【Boom——】

In that instant, just that instant, the image Chunri Jian had imagined for nearly ten years—of a cool, transcendent, detached, immortal-like figure—was utterly shattered.

Only now did he fully realize one thing——

Beneath the beautiful illusion he had painstakingly pieced together over countless days and nights, there was never anything of value.

Even beneath that alluring skin, there was not even a human form.

All there was, was a mass of blood and flesh, ruthless and unscrupulous in pursuit of its goal.

That mass of blood and flesh was vulgar, snobbish, ambitious, knowing how to exploit everything, even its own beauty, to obtain whatever it desired.

That mass of blood and flesh tempted him with power and benefits, entwining him...

But actually, the only one who ever wanted to obtain the 【Yellow Intestine Topic Soup】 was that fiendish ghost.

When Chen Weifang left, Chunri Jian did not know.

He only knew that when he regained consciousness, the corridor below was empty, leaving only him.

Though the sun shone brightly that day, for some reason its light could not enter the corridor, nor could it cover the person within.

Chunri Jian lifted his head, staring blankly at the belated spring light for a few moments, then a slightly twisted, stiff smile crept onto his face; he buried his head into his shoulder, drew a hard breath, and his body trembled even more violently——

All of the past, of course, had already shattered.

However, however, he seemed to have finally caught a glimpse of the profound mystery of heaven and earth.

A master utterly unlike any before?

One so sinister, so vicious a master?

Indeed...

Indeed...

Exquisitely beautiful, gorgeously radiant.

In this world, the camellia truly blooms.

?? These two days are Afang oh~

? There's a non-spoiler spoiler: in the Dun Cheng faction, everyone is a 【defective product】 of poor character...... no exceptions, no exceptions.

? Exactly! Afang has no designated love interest in the outline, but if you have preferences, feel free to leave a comment below—the author will take them into account!!!