Chapter 41: This Venerable One Kissed the Wrong Person Again

The layout of the stone room was unobstructed, with walls on three sides and a fence flowing with a red barrier spell on another. There was only a simple stone bed covered with thatch in the room.

He was lying on the stone bed, his hands and feet bound with iron chains. When he shook the shackles, they rattled. What's worse, he found that his spiritual energy seemed to be restrained by some kind of containment enchantment, and he couldn't cast anything at all. Full of anxiety, he suddenly heard a "squeak." He looked to the side and two Jiao men entered.

"You!" Mo Ran immediately said angrily. "You crazy bastards! What the hell is going on? What do you want to do? Where are my shizun and brothers? Where's Gouchen?! … Hey! I'm asking you guys something!"

However, no matter how much Mo Ran shouted and scolded, it fell on the jiaos' deaf ears. The two of them carried a section of red fox velvet that, by the shape of it, seemed to be wrapped around a person. They expressionlessly put that red fox velvet-wrapped person on the stone bed.

Mo Ran said: "You two little lowlifes—"

"What's all the noise?" One of the jiao finally spoke with a very contemptuous voice, "You are a wood spirit essence, I can't lose you."

The other jiao sneered: "Where's the loss for you. It's obviously a bargain."

Mo Ran was about to vomit blood: "What the hell do you want! What did you lock me in here for? And what did you carry to the bed?"

"What did we bring?" The jiao asked back.

"Of course, it's the one you like." The other jiao said.

Mo Ran felt a frigid cold run straight to his fingertips. He was shocked: "… Shi Mei?"

The jiao didn't deny it and sneered: "The spring night is short. You have such a good fate. Tonight, I will let you make love and friendship. After the deed is done, you'll know why the Lord God has made such painstaking arrangements."

After he said that, they left.

The room was dead silent.

Mo Ran's hands and feet were restrained. He couldn't move. The passage of time became blurred, and it was difficult for him to know exactly how long had passed. Even though he struggled so hard that his wrists and ankles were rubbed raw, he couldn't break free.

Panting slightly, he turned his head to look at the fox fur wrapped around a living person. The fur was tightly tied, and the man was covered from head to toe. Only a strand of black long hair was exposed from the edge of the quilt. Seeing it made Mo Ran's heart wrench and panic.

Although he didn't know why that perfect Gouchen arranged this, if he can really be greedy with Shi Mei for a while because of this…

When he thought about it, he suddenly couldn't think about it anymore.

It seems that one more evil thought would be blasphemy against that wonderful person.

Mo Ran stared at the roof of the stone room, his breath heavy and stifling. It felt like there was a heavy weight on his chest. It was obviously something that he had longed for for so long, but now that he had the opportunity to do it, he felt awkward and uncomfortable.

As thoughts whirled through his mind, the initial filthy excitement slowly subsided, and he gradually calmed down.

Gouchen had planned this. All the signs pointed to disaster. If it's to his own detriment, forget it. If it hurts Shi Mei for no reason, how could he endure it?

What's more, this matter was forced by others and Shi Mei himself was not willing. Although he was a scumbag, he wanted to protect the person he likes, not hurt them. So no matter what evil method Gouchen uses, when Shi Mei wakes up, he would never bully him.

After a long silence, he suddenly felt someone move slightly beside him, and the person finally woke up.

Mo Ran was busy turning his head to look and said in a hoarse voice: "Shi—"

Before he could say the Mei, after a hard swirl of the tip of his tongue, he swallowed it back. The knot in his throat rolled violently and he spat out the second half of the word.

"Zun?"

Shizun?!?

When Mo XianJun, who was still persistent in his beliefs and had a firm resolve just a moment ago, saw the face revealed in the fox fur, he felt that all the tall buildings had collapsed. The battlements that were easily built up in his chest were instantly flattened into pieces and cracked clean.

What protection, what will not bully others, what will never defile each other, the slap on the face is louder than the echo of the palm that slapped it.

Mo Ran was blue in the face.

He is now finally sure that the people living under Jincheng Lake, with Gouchen as the evil leader, are all fucking blind!!

Him liking Chu Wanning?

Ugh!

Whether it's the fox or the jiao, he really didn't know how those guys determined Mo Weiyu's sweetheart to be Chu Wanning. Could it be that he saw that he once slept with him, and he must still want to sleep with Chu Wanning, even now? It's ridiculous! Did he have to like someone just like to sleep with him?

Mo XianJun righteously roared in his heart. But he couldn't say a word, just stare at Chu Wanning as he slowly opened those phoenix eyes.

…

It was killing him.

It was as if he heard a click and something broke in his mind.

After a few moments, something else tentatively burned out of the ruins of his heart emitting a fishy stench, black ash, and a twisted heat.

It was hot.

It was like an evil dragon spitting flames that swam through a deadly dark night, like rushing lava and billowing fire suddenly erupted in the silent abyss.

Those who said that they were rational and calm all turned into indistinguishable scorched shadows in this deceiving firelight…

He didn't expect this to be the case.

Chu Wanning's eyes, which used to be fine and stern, through a haze of drowsiness, seemed sluggish and trance-like. It was as if it had rained in the bamboo forest, and a thousand leaves and thousand sounds were all wet.

He sat up slowly. From the look on that face, he seemed to be controlled by something and had lost his awareness. The red fox fur slipped from his shoulders. He was not wearing anything, so he exposed a large area of firm skin. And the bruises and red marks on the back of his shoulder, all the traces of love -

How… could this…

Mo Ran felt like he was going crazy.

Who did this?

Who did such a thing to his… his… his shizun?

He's Chu Wanning…

Every inch of his bones was slightly trembling, and his blood of hatred was roaring.

That's Chu Wanning!

Who moved him!

This is his–

Mo Ran was so hateful that he no longer even considered that Chu Wanning didn't belong to him in this life. He didn't belong to anyone. His eyes only saw Chu Wanning's strong and well-proportioned body, as well as the unfamiliar bruises on that familiar body.

"Shizun!!"

But it seemed that Chu Waning could not hear his hoarse and distorted low cry. Instead, his eyelashes drooped as if he were a puppet at the mercy of someone. Leaning over, he caressed Mo Ran's face. He looked at him for a moment and then closed his eyes and leaned forward. With thin watery lips, he held Mo Ran's lips.

He was rarely actively kissed by Chu Wanning. At the first touch, the fields were scorched, crazy and gorgeous colours were in front of him, and his heart was beating frantically.

Chu Wanning may be cold and his body was very chilly, but the fierce intertwining of lips and teeth was no less intense. Mo Ran was still extremely bitter and jealous because he is humiliated, but he was tempted by this familiar man in that jealousy, making it even more stinging and stimulating.

After the kiss, Mo Ran breathed heavily and opened his eyes. But when he saw that Chu Wanning's eyes were bright and moist and his skin was tinted red, it was actually a look of deep lust and desire. His blood flowed quickly and he couldn't help the urge to hold his face.

However, he was bound by his shackles and couldn't move his hands and feet. Chu Wanning glanced at the iron locks and didn't speak, but he sat up on his and wanted to ride on top. Mo Ran's throat clogged up. He swallowed and cast a glance at him, but when he saw Chu Wanning's long and sturdy legs, the stickiness that all man could understand slowly dripped down at the action…

Immediately, his eyes were red and bloodshot. He fiercely lurched to sit up, but was pulled back by the iron chain and fell heavily on the bed.

"Who was it…"

He couldn't bear it any longer. Mo Ran howled almost insanely, like a beast trapped in a cage.

"Who the hell did this to you!!! I'll kill him! I'll kill him!!!!"

It doesn't matter whether he was Gouchen the Immortal or the Heavenly Emperor, whether he was a god or a devil or a ghost or a Buddha - he was Ta XianJun! Chu Wanning belonged to Ta XianJun! Even if he was now trapped in this teenage body, he was still the emperor of the human realm in his bones. Who touched his - fuck, who touched his shizun? Who touched his person? Him, Mo Weiyu. Him, Ta XianJun!!!

"Mo Ran!"

It seemed that someone was calling him.

But the endless anger burned his ears and eyes. He seemed to hear it but it fell on deaf ears.

"Mo Ran!!"

… Kill them all. He couldn't condone this. Where was Jiangui? Why did he lose his spiritual energy, why couldn't he summon Jiangui - he was going to lose his mind.

Great shame, great hatred - great shame, great hatred!

Who dared to touch Chu Wanning? After he was with Chu Wanning in his previous life, even if someone looked at Yuheng of the Night Sky one more time, he would pull out that person's eyes and let them eat it themself! At night, he would hold Chu Wanning under his body and fuck him until they were both exhausted, but in this life–

"Mo Weiyu!!!"

Who on earth was shouting at him, so pestering.

But the voice was so familiar.

It seemed like he had heard it somewhere…

That's not right.

It seemed that, from time to time, he could hear it everywhere, and the owner of this voice seemed to have accompanied him, through endless years…

"Mo Weiyu, come to your senses! Are you crazy? What are you doing?!"

"!!!"

Mo Ran abruptly opened his eyes.

He followed the direction of the voice and saw outside the secret cell, dressed in a robe as white as snow, with stern eyes, an anxious expression, eyebrows furrowed together, and a murderous temperament was none other than Chu Wanning!

"Shizun!?" Mo Ran's face went pale.

Then the one on his bed was—

When he turned his head, the face close at hand could almost scare him to death! Where was Chu Wanning? It was clearly a dead monster with a human body and a fox face!

Speaking of dead monsters, calling it dead was not just him being overdramatic.

The thing lying on his back, the thing that had just kissed him passionately, was truly dead.

This fox monster had hollow eyes, its skin blue, no longer an ounce of life left.

Mo Ran thought that he had just been bewitched by a blindfolding compulsion. He had just kissed such a thing. He almost vomited. His pride was as low as could be: "What the hell is going on here!"

Chu Wanning was outside the cell with a talisman between his fingers. When he saw that the dead fox monster was no longer moving, he knew that had used the talisman in the nick of time. Chu Wanning cast a spell across the air and plucked it from the fox corpse.

As soon as he was conscious, the talisman paper suddenly gushed out a large amount of black and red blood, and with a scream, the talisman paper instantly turned into a bit of scorched gray ash.

Chu Wanning opened his palm, and the scattered scorched black ash slowly gathered in his hand, gradually condensing into a black chess piece. He stared at the chess piece, and his face grew very disgusted.

"It really is the Zhenlong Chess Formation…" Chu Wanning murmured. He abruptly raised his eyes and stared at Mo Ran. "When you're sick, what does Shi Mingjing often cook for you? Tell me!"

"Ah? Ah…" Mo Ran has been shocked too many times in a short period of time. Right now, his mind was in chaos, and he said, "W-Why are you asking this?"

Chu Wanning was stern: "Tell me!"

"… Wontons."

Only then did Chu Wanning's expression relaxed, but his eyes didn't show that at all. He said: "Mo Ran, listen, that Gouchen is a fake. He's not the God of a Thousand Weapons. This person makes good use of illusions and has mastered one of the three forbidden techniques, the Zhenlong Chess Formation. So I had to be careful. I was worried that you were also an illusion they created."

Mo Ran was about to cry out in frustration: "If I was an illusion, why would I be chained up?!"

Chu Wanning: "… I'll get you out of there."

Mo Yan nodded repeatedly, and asked: "Right, Shizun, what about Shi Mei and Xue Meng?"

"Just like you, I was intoxicated by what was in the drink and was locked elsewhere." Seeing Mo Ran's expression, Chu Wanning spoke again. "You don't have to worry, they're all fine. But it is dangerous and unpredictable here. I ordered them to wait outside. When you go out, you'll see them."

As for the Zhenlong Chess Formation, Chu Wanning had no more explanation, and there was no need to explain.

It was one of the most powerful and notorious three forbidden techniques in the cultivation world.

As the name suggests, the Zhenlong Chess Formation refers uses others as chess pieces to maneuver them like they please. The caster often doesn't appear on the battlefield in person, but lives in the shadows, with a chessboard laying in front of him, and manipulating the empty shells like they were chess pieces, so that all the living, dead, ghosts, beasts and birds in the world would work for them. The creatures hit by the Zhenlong Chess Formation will be loyal to the caster until death, and if they are dead, they will fight to the point of being pulverised.

However, depending on the spiritual energy of the caster, the things that can be activated are also different. The easiest to control are people or animals that have just died, then the ones that have been dead for a long time, and then living animals and birds. When they reach the highest level, they can control the living.

There are very few people in the world who can practice the Zhenlong Chess Formation at its highest level, but in the time when Mo Ran had proclaimed himself emperor, he had already practiced the Zhenlong Chess Formation to the point of perfection. Back then, in a life-and-death battle with Chu Wanning, he laid out a hundred-foot long scroll, splashed ink in the pattern of a chessboard, and scattered beans as pawns.

In that battle, hundreds of thousands of chess pieces fell at the same time. Bird feathers covered the sky, the golden crow sank in the west, the jiao dragon broke through the water and the sea turned violent. Mo Ran summoned endless beasts and birds, and controlled an endless army of living people. Such a scene was a rarity even in the asura realm*.

*(T/N: The asura realm is one of the Buddhist realms one can be reborn into within the six realms. While it can be a happy realm, it can also be seen as an additional realm of evil)

Right now, this fox corpse was obviously manipulated through the Zhenlong Chess Formation, but in addition to the Zhenlong Chess Formation, there was another layer of enchantment- the Blindfold Technique.

According to legend, after the ancestor of the Qingqiu Fox Clan died, the fur left behind was made into seven hundred and forty-nine fox fur fabric weapons of different sizes. As long as you possessed someone's blood, drip it on the fox fur, and then cover anything with the fur. Even if it was wrapped around a piece of rotten wood, you could turn that the object into that person's desire.

The fox corpse was wrapped with this kind of magic weapon, but it changes can only be seen in the eyes of the blood's owner. In the eyes of the onlookers, what is still remains what it is and won't change in the slightest.

It didn't take much effort to rescue Mo Ran. After successfully snapping him out of it, Chu Wanning had almost explained the reason this was all happening to him.

The thing Mo Ran was most puzzled by: "Shizun, how did you know that Gouchen was a fake?"