Chapter 12 Huacan Qing Gu Part 2
The mask tore off, revealing an extremely handsome face full of anger. The long, graceful corners of the eyes were dyed rosy from anger and passion and he had a beautiful, sharply defined lower jaw.
It was almost a child-like face, showing a luscious youthfulness that has not yet fully matured.
Da Yan stared at Yan Changqing incredulously.
Was it this beautiful man who commanded the heroes on the battlefield, leading the prestigious black armoured troops to sweep through their enemy?
Was it this young man who cut off his leg with a sword three years ago?
No——he didn’t believe it! He can’t accept this!
He must destroy him, soul and body!
A cluster of flickering flames rose in Da Yan’s eyes. Silence.
“I changed my mind.” Da Yan whispered: “I want to taste what you are like.”
Yan Changqing was taken aback, his eyes widened in disbelief. Uncontrollable fear emerged in his heart for the first time.
What does this person mean?
Yan Changqing hit Da Yan’s abdomen with his elbow. Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was curled up in pain, he broke free and began to run wildly!
But before he could run away, a sense of powerlessness washed over Yan Changqing. The Huacan Gu had too much influence on him. Not only on his desires, but his limbs became even more reluctant to obey.
D*mn, if he hadn’t been infected by the Gu, he would never have been in such a sorry state!
Da Yan’s face appeared in front of him again. Yan Changqing tried to move back, but it was too late. With a heavy blow that couldn’t be dodged, Yan Changqing fell to the cold ground. Da Yan pressed down on him unceremoniously.
The anger and his repressed desire made his face look more defined, more stubborn, and made a person want to conquer him even more.
Everyone said that he came from three generations of loyal and famous generals. He was the infamous, unreachable, Silver Masked King of H*ll, but Da Yan insisted on tarnishing and staining him.
If everyone in the world knew that General Yan, who they treated as a god, was pressed down and humiliated by a man, what wonderful expression would they have on their faces?
As long as he can conquer him, he can thoroughly wash away the suffering and humiliation he had endured over the past few years himself.
“Tonight I will repay you this favour that I owe”. Da Yan wiped off the blood staining his lips: “And the old accounts will be settled by you.”
The meaning behind these words was self-evident. Yan Changqing’s pupils shrank down abruptly.
Impossible, he would rather die. This is impossible!
However, struggling was pointless, Da Yan rode his waist, shackling him tightly. Yan Changqing fought back desperately, and in this haste, his finger touched the hard hilt of Da Yan’s waist knife. He pulled it out forcefully and twisted his palm. The tip of the knife pointed outwards, and slammed towards Da Yan!
Da Yan didn’t expect Yan Changqing to still have any strength left in him. He escaped the fatal blow to the heart, but his shoulder blades were pierced deeply. The severe pain coursing through him now angered him. Da Yan firmly grasped Yan Changqing’s hand, sneered, then removed the sharp knife. He turned the pointed tip without hesitation and stabbed Yan Changqing.
His heart tightened suddenly. Yan Changqing gasped violently, grabbed the tip of the knife with his hand, and the sharp blade pierced the palm of his left hand. Yan Changqing gritted his teeth. He did not blink. He tried his best to resist!
Silent, a game of life and death.
The wound on his palms and elbows was dripping with blood. His arms were trembling more and more. He saw that the sharp tip of the knife was only half an inch from his heart——
Then suddenly a silver light flashed by.
Da Yan suddenly stiffened, the smile on his face froze, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. A slender and sharp machete plunged out of his back. The handle of the knife was shining with an amethyst, depicting a diamond eagle flying through the cloud. It was a gorgeous and dazzling Dongyun totem.
Da Yan turned his head and looked behind him. He widened his eyes in disbelief and surprise. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, blood pooled in his throat. He rolled to the side, coughing violently. His face was crimson. He was suffocating from his blood. He couldn’t say a word.
The dagger had pierced his lungs with great precision.
Yan Changqing gasped hard. He watched as a figure walked out of the darkness.
Cruel untamed black hair, straight nose, and deep, dark brown eyes.
After exhausting the last trace of strength, Yan Changqing shook and fell back exhaustedly.
Helian Rongchuan hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him tightly.
Helian Rongchuan was stunned by the scene in front of him.
He had never seen Yan Changqing be in such a sorry, miserable state. The satin-like black hair that was always clean was now scattered in a mess, the meticulous clothes were torn apart in tatters. The large areas of exposed skin all had mottled scars. The wound on his right arm was even worse…
Somewhere in his heart, there was an inexplicable throbbing pain. Helian Rongchuan cautiously picked up Yan Changqing by his waist, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly realized that there was something else wrong with the person in his arms.
After so much blood loss, Yan Changqing’s face was not pale but was saturated with a suspicious blush. His body was frighteningly hot. Yan Changqing’s cold eyes had lost their focus, and he kept trembling. His fingers clutched Helian Rongchuan’s collar as if he wanted to get closer to him.
Helian Rongchuan looked at Yan Changqing in disbelief.
Is he… in heat?
Putting Yan Changqing gently in a safe corner, Helian Rongchuan turned and stepped on Da Yan’s chest, almost roaring: “Speak! What did you give him?”
Da Yan shook his head with a sorrowful smile. He coughed violently, blood continuously pouring out of his mouth.
He lost, lost again, and lost again by the hands of the Silver Masked King of H*ll.
He didn’t want to say a word, he couldn’t say a word.
Helian Rongchuan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was extremely angry, but a smile danced on the corner of his mouth. He took something out, gently picking it up with the tip of a knife, and dangled it in front of Da Yan:
“Look, what do I have here?”
A crystal clear Guanyin jade pendant, invaluable at first glance. It was flawless, cut beautifully in the art style of Guanyin but it was splattered with blood, making it appear ominous.
Da Yan’s eyes widened. He screamed and wanting to seize it from the man in front of him. Helian Rongchuan kicked him in his chest knocking him to the ground once more.
“Stall a second more, I’ll order someone to remove her arms. Stall two more seconds and tomorrow in your stronghold there will be a wonderful sight—” Helian Rongchuan sneered, his tone downplaying it as if he was talking about an interesting program:
“Do you think a human swine is a good choice or a human lantern?”
Da Yan opened his mouth like he was struck by lightning. He could only shout “Ah——ah”.
Helian Rongchuan laughed: “I think a human lantern is better, you can pour lamp oil in and light it up. Looking at it during nighttime should be very satisfying……”
Da Yan’s eyes were about to split open. He struggled to get up. He used one of his trembling fingers and in blood wrote out the word: “Huacan”
Huacan Qing Gu!
Helian Rongchuan was shocked.
When he was a proton (prince sent as hostage) in Nanyao, he had sneaked into Nanyao’s forbidden Hall of Gu. He read about many banned gu techniques like the weird ones that control emotions and desires. Among these, one was the most despicable: Huacan Qing Gu. Helian Rongchuan remembered that this kind of Qing gu was vicious. Not only would a person under its effect become confused and unable to move, but he would also feel like being drowned in the sea, feeling great pain.
But the solution was not difficult. Huacan gu was extremely yin, so one only needed to ingest yang to reconcile the yin.
How could one reconcile yin and yang? Helian Rongchuan, who once claimed to be the “No 1 most frivolous” when he saw the two lines on the book, he had smacked the table cursing “vulgar and shameless”.
The book clearly stated that if one wanted to combine yin and yang, one had to find a sturdy man and enjoy themselves for five days and five nights.
But who can do it for five days and five nights?
This Gu technique had no solution.
Even if it can be carried out, how can this solution be applied to Yan Changqing? His stubborn noble and virtuous character, would never willingly give in. If he knew he needed to detoxify in this manner, he would rather draw a sword and slay himself.
Helian Rongchuan couldn’t help laughing wryly. When Da Yan saw the tip of his sword lower, he immediately pounced and tore off the jade pendant. He fell to the side and carefully wiped the blood off the Guanyin’s face with his sleeve.
“M—my mother—she—” Da Yan exhausted all his strength, trying to stitch together a few muddy syllables in his hoarse throat.
Helian Rongchuan sneered: “We kept her entire corpse, you should go see her in the underworld to honour her!”
“You–” Da Yan spat out a big mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground on his back.
It is said that before death, people will see the revolving lantern of what they have experienced throughout their lives. What did Da Yan see?
In his gradually dimming pupils, he was wearing armour and fighting on the battlefield. He was on crutches and was driven out of the house by his wife covered in blood. It was his gray-haired mother who pushed him to seek medical treatment in the mountains and forests with a broken cart. The rough ropes of the cart were deeply embedded in the flesh of her thin shoulders.
His mother liked white jade, but she only looked at it always reluctant to buy it. So he occupied Yaocheng, collected all the jade, picked the best piece, and carved this jade pendant.
There was no good thing about the women in the world, so he had to find ways to insult them.
Except for his mother. He must do everything to honour her.
It’s a pity that everything turned into a dream in the end.
Suddenly he remembered a song in his ear as if his mother was standing far away and singing to him:
“When the man has the ambition to fight on the battlefield, when will he wear his brocade clothes to return to his hometown?
When will he wear his brocade clothes to return to his hometown?”
Da Yan stopped breathing, his eyes blank, lifeless and open wide.
His mother once said to him that he could have been a hero, a great hero standing tall and proud.
Stepping over Da Yan’s corpse, its eyes still open, Helian Rongchuan returned to Yan Changqing’s side. His tone was a gentleness that he didn’t even realize: “Yan Daren——Yan Changqing?”
Yan Changqing frowned and shrank into a ball. Feeling the approach of another, the heat rushing through his body made him instinctively want to stick to it. But at the same time, another equally powerful force restricted him. Yan Changqing grabbed the wound of his elbow with his fingers. He was covered in a cold sweat. With his trembling lips, he squeezed a word from between his teeth:
Huacan Gu can degrade the most chaste lady. According to the temperament of the Gu, Yan Changqing should have already lost consciousness.
What strength is he using to resist to this point?
If he continued like this, he would only force himself to death.
Helian Rongchuan did not hesitate anymore. He untied the soft red ribbon around his waist, covered Yan Changqing’s eyes, and tied a tight knot behind his head.
People affected by Gu are hastened by light, so Helian Rongchuan covered his eyes. Yan Changqing quieted as expected. He raised his head a little dazedly, and Helian Rongchuan leaned him into his arms.
Every inch of him had been trained. He was full of tough muscles, and extremely beautiful lines that weren’t too harsh. His hot body wanted to be close, but he was not willing to succumb to his lust and desire easily. Yan Changqing trembled slightly. His handsome face showed Helian Rongchuan a never before seen helplessness.
Even though he knew that it was definitely not the time for this, Helian Rongchuan felt as if a spark of fire in his heart had been ignited at this moment. A raging inferno that was on the verge of starting a prairie fire.
Helian Rongchuan gave a wry smile. He grabbed Yan Changqing’s wrist which was still subconsciously resisting contact. His voice was a little hoarse.
“Yan Daren, excuse me for the offence.”