BW Chapter 152
Fuluo (4)
With Ning Xiu’s interruption, the fire that had been burning in Ning Buwei immediately died down by half.
He clicked his tongue. “Why are you bullying my son when you can’t win an argument?”
“He’s also my son,” Chu Jun said unhurriedly.
“Hah,” Ning Buwei sneered coldly, “My son can only be bullied by me. You stay aside.”
Ning Xiu had barely managed to climb up with great difficulty and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Ning Buwei slapped him back down onto the bed with one palm.
Ning Xiu lay on his back in the soft bedding, silently struggled for a while, then took out a small ball from his little bell and began playing with it. While playing, he coaxed himself, “Xiao Shan~ be good~ don’t fight~ most well-behaved~”
He even tried to pat his own head in a proper manner, but his little arms were too short to reach, so he could only give up regretfully and sighed quietly, “Aiya~”
At such a young age, he already carried a kind of lonely melancholy.
Chu Jun and Ning Buwei on the side: “…………”
Fortunately, the two people who were nearly two thousand years old combined had a conscience awakening and helped their son sit up.
Ning Xiu hugged his beloved little ball, looked at Ning Buwei, then at Chu Jun, turned around with his back to them, and said seriously to the ball, “Won’t play with father~ won’t play with mother~ Xiao Shan~ is angry too!”
Ning Buwei reached out a finger to poke his shoulder and asked with mixed laughter and tears. “Ning Xiao Shan, really angry?”
“Mm!” Ning Xiu nodded vigorously.
Chu Jun touched his little head, but his eyes were looking at Ning Buwei as he asked seriously, “What would make you not angry?”
Ning Buwei snorted coldly.
Ning Xiu hummed softly, “Cannot~ push Xiao Shan~”
“Good, won’t push,” Chu Jun couldn’t help but smile, “What else?”
Ning Xiu secretly turned his head around, his voice soft and sweet. “Father~ mother~ need to kiss~ Xiao Shan~”
“Tch, what kind of kisses does a big man like you need?” Ning Buwei poked his cheek disdainfully, creating a small dimple with each poke.
The big man Ning Xiu protested firmly. “Want them~”
Chu Jun picked him up and kissed his forehead, smiling. “Like this?”
“Da~” Ning Xiu’s eyes immediately lit up, the whole little fellow became happy as if bubbling with joy, then looked at Ning Buwei with bright, sparkling eyes.
“……Hiss.” Ning Buwei stared at him with a sinister smile, “I recorded this with a memory stone. When you grow up, you can watch it properly.”
After speaking, he grabbed Ning Xiu’s cheek and gave it a hard smooch.
Ning Xiu grinned while bashfully covering the cheek that Ning Buwei had kissed, though he didn’t cover the right spot, and said happily, “Xiao Shan~ not angry anymore~”
Chu Jun reached out to gently tickle his little chin. Ning Xiu happily nuzzled his palm with his head, and Chu Jun looked toward Ning Buwei.
The little one was easy to coax, but the big one was hard to say.
Ning Buwei had calmed down quite a bit from coaxing his son. Although he originally hadn’t planned to really settle accounts with Chu Jun, he was still unhappy in his heart.
He hated when others schemed against him, especially since Chu Jun had been plotting against his little life since before he was even a month old.
He had originally thought that as long as Chu Jun came clean, he would symbolically get angry and let it go, but now that Chu Jun had confessed everything in detail, he was actually starting to get truly angry, and even he couldn’t control it.
Ning Buwei now couldn’t even judge whether this step of confession was something Chu Jun had calculated all along—at this point, he simply couldn’t bring himself to let Chu Jun face his fate tribulation alone.
“If you suspect this, you may regard everything now as something I planned,” Chu Jun looked at him with gentle eyes, “But just one thing—I won’t hurt you.”
Ning Buwei stared at him somewhat puzzled. “You… really like me that much?”
Chu Jun was momentarily choked by his excessive directness, but still answered truthfully. “I like you.”
“Although I’m handsome, have good aptitude, high cultivation, and my family background was quite decent in the past—” Ning Buwei coughed lightly, “But I’m now an evil cultivator with a bad temper who has done all kinds of evil deeds, and everyone in the seventeen states wants to kill me… What do you like about me?”
“I don’t know.” Chu Jun thought seriously, “But I’ve lived for so many years, and I’ve only met one Ning Chengfeng.”
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Ning Buwei was truly made sour by Chu Jun’s words. How could a five-hundred-year-old cultivator be made to blush by someone surnamed Chu with just one sentence? Fortunately, he reacted quickly and disappeared right in front of Chu Jun before he could say anything else.
He rubbed his slightly itchy ears vigorously and scoffed lightly, “Shameless old man.”
Then he strolled leisurely to the seaside, found a tree branch to fish for sea turtles to cultivate his sentiment, and incidentally calm his somewhat chaotic thoughts.
He sat cross-legged on a rock, quietly listening to the waves and wind, feeling infinite tranquility in his heart. Just as he closed his eyes and felt he could immediately become a monk, the thin line in the seawater was suddenly yanked hard, almost pulling him and the branch directly into the sea.
Ning Buwei stepped on the reef under his feet, stared at the calm sea surface unconvinced, decided not to bully the turtle by using spiritual power, and used his own brute strength to forcibly throw this “big old turtle” onto the shore.
“Puff, cough cough cough!” A male cultivator wearing the vermillion disciple robes of Wanxuan Academy crawled on the beach, producing earth-shaking coughs.
He looked up and saw Ning Buwei squatting on the rock gloating, immediately looked at him like seeing a savior, and reached out his hand with difficulty, “Fellow cultivator… please help deliver a message to Dean Hao… something happened in the Fuluo Secret Realm! Many… head teachers… and disciples died… quickly go… save people!”
After speaking, he collapsed face-first into the sand.
Only then did Ning Buwei notice that his whole body was covered in wounds. It was just because he was wearing red and had been soaked in seawater that he hadn’t seen clearly at first glance. Afraid that the young disciple would suffocate, he somewhat disdainfully turned the other’s head aside, then very “kindly” pulled out a message talisman and sent it to both Hao Zheng and Shang Nuanwei.
Although he was staying at Wanxuan Academy, he didn’t plan to meddle in other people’s business. He put his hands behind his back and was about to head home leisurely, but after taking five or six steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back toward the sea.
The great demon finally remembered that except for Ning Xiu, his other four children plus one dragon and one dog had all entered the FulLuo Secret Realm.
Ning Buwei stared at the sea surface for a long while, then decisively turned around and continued walking forward.
They were all grown up now, it was time for them to venture and train on their own. He was getting old and couldn’t rescue them every time. He should go back to drink tea and catch up on sleep. Life and death were fate, wealth and status were in heaven’s hands. They just called him father…
Ning Buwei stopped with deep, gloomy eyes, glaring at the sea surface through gritted teeth.
He really fucking owed these little bastards in his previous life!
Water splashed on the sea surface.
Then another splash followed. Ning Buwei’s head emerged from the water, reached out to create another talisman, burned it and sent it to Chu Jun’s hands, then sank back into the seawater with peace of mind.
On the other side, Chu Jun had just finished wiping Ning Xiu’s little ball clean when he received a paper talisman with a sentence written on it: ‘Went for a stroll around the Fuluo secret realm.’
Although there was no signature, Chu Jun recognized the flamboyant handwriting at a glance.
Ning Xiu clung to his shoulder wanting to see, so Chu Jun handed it to him.
Ning Xiu stared at it for a while, grabbed it and tried to stuff it in his mouth, but was quickly pulled out by Chu Jun’s quick reflexes.
“Father?” Ning Xiu lowered his head to smell the talisman and suddenly understood.
Chu Jun folded the talisman properly. “Mm, your father has grown up.”
“Da?” Ning Xiu tilted his head in confusion.
“At least he knows to say something when going out now,” Chu Jun said with relief.
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The FulLuo Secret Realm had always been at the bottom of the sea among Wanxuan Academy’s island group. Its location was fixed and unchanging, so Ning Buwei easily found the entrance to the secret realm.
As soon as he stepped into the secret realm, he felt a strange evil qi swirling in the distance. He immediately frowned and flew toward the source of the evil qi on his Heavenly Wave Ruler.
The closer he got, the more intense the evil qi became, even making him feel threatened. Just then, a black elongated shadow swiftly swept past beneath the Heavenly Wave Ruler.
“Little Black!” Ning Buwei called out, but the shadow didn’t pause at all and fled toward the opposite direction from the evil qi.
Ning Buwei calculated in his mind and decisively followed the little black dragon, but this little dragon seemed to have eaten something wrong and was running incredibly fast, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.
He controlled the Heavenly Wave Ruler to land on the grassland where the little black dragon had disappeared. The edges were covered with shrubs bearing red berries, swaying gently in the wind, with tranquil surroundings.
Suddenly another black shadow accompanied by the smell of blood rushed straight toward Ning Buwei. He had originally planned to dodge, but upon seeing the face clearly, he turned and caught the person.
Cui Yuanbai’s clothes were torn and tattered, his pupils had turned crystalline purple, his hand gripped the Purple Flame Blade tightly, and he stared at him with murderous intent all over his body. There was also a deep wound on his neck that reached the bone and kept bleeding.
Ning Buwei’s gaze sharpened. He consecutively applied more than ten hemostatic talismans and fed him several Jade Spirit Pills and Yangyuan Pills. “Huanhuan?”
Cui Yuanbai, who had been struggling fiercely and preparing to fight to the death, was stunned for a moment, slowly raised his head to look at Ning Buwei, the purple color in his eyes gradually faded, and his black eyes immediately filled with tears as he called out with a crying voice, “Dad?”
“Mm, it’s me.” Ning Buwei slowly took the Purple Flame Blade from his hand and held the blood-covered child in his arms, gently patting his shoulder and saying softly, “Tell dad, what happened here? How did you get yourself into such a state?”
Cui Yuanbai burst into tears with a “wah.”