Chapter 38: Repair

In the room inside Delan Castle, the heavily wounded Hong Du lay on a black bed emitting dazzling white light and scarlet petals.

Before him was a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old high school student with fair, translucent skin,

He wore a white sailor uniform and black trousers, almost blending with the dazzling white light in the room, his hands lightly resting on the edge of the bed, gazing at Hong Du with clear eyes.

He, pure as white paper in appearance, said, "As long as we deal with this kid, the three of us can get out, right?"

"Ba Xia, that's a good idea." A tall figure in a black suit appeared out of thin air in the white light, arms crossed, smiling.

"Right, then let's get moving, De Ga." Ba Xia showed a pure smile, as if he'd encountered something happy, though his smile meant he wanted to kill Hong Du.

"Killing him would be wasteful; better to eat him outright." De Ga sat directly on the bed, gazing at the sleeping Hong Du as he opened his huge mouth.

"Hey, Xiao Hui? Hong Du has a problem; come over quickly." Jiang Xia grabbed his phone and dialed Ma Sheng Hui without hesitation.

The moment Jiang Xia saw Hong Du rush over, he hastily lifted the stainless steel bowl in his hand and said.

The former arrogant, heaven‑aspiring Minghu Qijie, who wanted to judge everything on God's behalf, has disappeared,

In his place he became gentle and tranquil, giving a sense of calm and reassurance, his demeanor now restrained and profound.

"It's fine; next time we meet, we'll just kill it together—victory and defeat are temporary, no one succeeds forever." Jiang Xia said.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel Ma Sheng Hui's comfort is much better than mine.

His bones felt reborn once more; as his body swayed, it became unusually fluid.

"Besides, your wounds have healed too—this must also be Delan Castle's power."

In a daze, he seemed to see an unfamiliar place—a table made of red wood, with three differently colored ornaments placed on top, exactly like the ones summoned when he transforms into Kiva.

Seeing Hong Du like this, Jiang Xia sighed inwardly; although Hong Du has grown quite a bit now,

he still falls into negative emotions like dejection and disappointment under various circumstances—there's nothing to be done about it.

Under this white light, Hong Du suddenly felt a wave of fatigue rise in his heart, unconsciously letting his guard down and falling asleep directly.

"Hong Du, wait a moment." Jiang Xia looked at the dejected Hong Du and stood up.

"If you don't let go, I'm about to have trouble." Jiang Xia said with a pained expression.

"Sorry, I couldn't kill him." Hong Du seemed to collapse, his face drooping, he apologized to Jiang Xia in despair.

Father's promise—what exactly is it?

Right now, Hong Du's heart is full of questions; he doesn't understand why he's here instead of on the way home, and he wonders how Mr. Jiang Xia is doing.

Ci Lang walked out in a white shirt and black suit, carefully examining the unconscious Hong Du and said.

Hong Du looked at Jiang Xia, who seemed fine before him, and involuntarily recalled that day's battle against the Lion Tooth Blood Vampire, the bloody scene filling him with guilt.

"Is this a dream?" Hong Du murmured.

Hong Du shouted in surprise, lunging with hands and feet straight to Jiang Xia's front and hugging him tightly.

"Eating feels really great!" Jiang Xia stretched, lying on the sofa with an expression of enjoyment,

All that could be seen was the once‑large dining table piled high with empty plates, while Hong Du stood aside, placing the plates standing on the table one by one into the kitchen.

Watching Ma Sheng Hui's departing back, Minghu Qijie closed his black‑and‑white distinct eyes again, sinking once more into tranquility.

After a long while.

"I'm leaving; take care of yourself." Ma Sheng Hui put her phone in her shoulder bag and left the dojo.

"If you keep hugging me, my wounds will get worse again." Jiang Xia put down his bowl irritably.

"After she sent me to the hospital, she left." Jiang Xia exhaled lightly.

"It's not a dream." Jiang Xia came out of the kitchen wearing a chef's coat, still holding a large stainless steel bowl.

After that painful defeat, in Ma Sheng Hui's eyes, Minghu Qijie seemed to have become a different person.

Let Ma Sheng Hui take Hong Du out to relax; otherwise Hong Du might linger in guilt and self‑blame for a long time.

"Mr. Jiang Xia, you're all right!"

Jiang Xia watched the backs of Hong Du and Ma Sheng Hui leaving together and said.

Jiang Xia shook his shoulders by the river, peeling off the upper‑body bandages bit by bit.

"Regarding that dream, how much do you know, Mr. Jiang Xia?" Hong Du took off his glove, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"That wasn't a dream; you were sent back by Delan Castle." Jiang Xia explained.

"Comforting children is really troublesome, but luckily the problem isn't serious."

"By the way, Mr. Jiang Xia, how's Xiao Hui?" Hong Du asked while cleaning up.

"Go on, Ma Sheng." Minghu Qijie opened his dark pupils, speaking to Ma Sheng Hui in an unruffled tone.

At this moment, Ma Sheng Hui was watching Minghu Qijie according to Dao Hu's orders, but Minghu Qijie is now completely different.

"Kiva!"

"Oh oh oh." Hong Du quickly got off Jiang Xia's body upon hearing it.

Clad in pure white Daoist robes, he sat on a meditation cushion practicing zazen, or rather, practicing cultivation.

Making Ma Sheng Hui feel that she wasn't looking at Minghu, but that Minghu was looking at her.

Jiang Xia slightly twisted his neck; instantly, his whole body emitted a crackling sound,

"Hey hey hey, be careful—I'm still cooking, and there are fresh ingredients I just prepared in here!"

"This won't do, De Ga; we must keep our promise with Heinyinye."

Hong Du shot upright, bewildered, looking around—this was indeed his home—and he pressed his hands unnaturally onto the soft sofa cushion.

Only beneath the bandages did the huge wound appear as if it had never existed, not a scar left on his body.

"Ah! What's wrong with Hong Du, but I…" Ma Sheng Hui looked at Minghu Qijie before her, then at her phone, her heart in turmoil.

And Hong Du lowered his head, silent.

"I'll go cook first; we can talk after eating."

"How warm!"

"Sorry, I got too excited." Hong Du was like a child who made a mistake, scratching his head with his hand.

"Hah!" Jiang Xia let out a deep breath, and the wounds on his body finally healed,

Although his recovery ability couldn't match Hong Du's, who possessed Delan Castle, it was still extremely abnormal; the octopus's recovery ability was also quite abnormal.

"Pervert!" A woman in sportswear looked at Jiang Xia, shirtless by the riverbank, and suddenly shouted.

(End of chapter)