BW Chapter 178

At First Sight (1)

Ning Buwei slowly opened his eyes.

His two eyes stared blankly at the gently swaying bed curtain tassels under the sunlight for a long moment. As memories of last night gradually returned, the expression on his face gradually changed from blank to shocked.

Clearly at the beginning, he had been the one pressing down on Chu Jun and teasing him, coaxing him to call him “husband.” He had even used a hair ribbon to blindfold those beautiful eyes to satisfy his own wicked thoughts, trying every means to take advantage and do as he pleased.

But why did it end up with him being dominated by Chu Jun, and he was even forced to beg for mercy while calling out all sorts of nonsense…

Ning Buwei raised his hand. There was still a clear red mark around his wrist, even with some faint purple-blue traces, showing how long he had been tied up last night.

Although Chu Jun had also been very gentle last night, he was completely different from his usual demeanor. Those deep and extremely aggressive gazes made him feel overstimulated even now when thinking about them.

Ning Buwei didn’t understand.

Ning Buwei was greatly shocked.

Where had his gentle, virtuous, intelligent, and considerate dao companion gone?

“Awake?” A cold, pale, slender, lean yet powerful arm pulled him into an embrace without any obstruction.

The warm sensation of skin touching skin made Ning Buwei uncontrollably recall last night’s absurd events. The great demon only felt his head about to smoke. He struggled once trying to break free, but surprisingly couldn’t move.

Ning Buwei: “!!?”

He refused to believe it and used several more degrees of strength, only to have that arm hold him even tighter. His back was pressed tightly against Chu Jun’s chest. The familiar bitter fragrance domineeringly and irresistibly enveloped him. An annoying chuckle sounded against his ear:

“Angry?”

Ning Buwei let out a light scoff and reached out to grip his wrist, suddenly exerting force without warning. Not only did the other person remain completely unmoved, but he himself was pulled back, his entire person being embraced into Chu Jun’s arms.

That slender, beautiful wrist seemed to be silently mocking him.

All this time, he had only had shenjiao with Chu Jun in the sea of consciousness. Their divine consciousness most of the time had no fixed shape, just two masses of mist. He really hadn’t carefully studied Chu Jun’s physique, only subconsciously feeling that the other was slightly more frail and delicate than himself.

However, after carefully studying him last night, it was completely different from what he had thought.

Chu Jun’s shoulders were a bit broader than his. Chu Jun’s body was a bit more solid than his. Chu Jun’s strength was a bit greater than his. Even Chu Jun’s… Ning Buwei’s old face reddened.

This was truly outrageous!

That surnamed Chu was indeed deeply scheming!

Usually appearing ethereal and unworldly without showing his true colors, when he really became shameless, he was somewhat unable to handle it. On the bed, he had coaxed him until he was dizzy and confused, and in the end he had even spinelessely begged for mercy. The more Ning Buwei thought about it, the more indignant he became. In a fit of rage, he bit down on Chu Jun’s hand.

Chu Jun also good-naturedly let him do as he pleased. His other hand considerately slid down to rub his waist, saying with slight apology, “Last night was somewhat… excessive. Next time I’ll restrain myself more.”

Ning Buwei was lazily using his tiger’s mouth to grind his teeth when he heard this. He turned his head in shock to look at him. “There’s going to be a next time!?”

Chu Jun was also stunned and said seriously, “Wasn’t it comfortable?”

“It wasn’t comfortable!” Ning Buwei said viciously.

“Then I’ll undo the dao contract’s seal and verify again.” Chu Jun said calmly.

The dao contract could transmit the contracted parties’ perceptions and emotions to each other in minute detail… Ning Buwei’s face instantly flushed red, and then he saw the cunning smile in Chu Jun’s eyes.

The great demon collapsed and cursed. He raised his foot to kick, landing squarely on Chu Jun’s lower abdomen. After kicking, he ran off the bed.

Then he was grabbed by the ankle and dragged back.

Double waves of pleasurable stimulation crashed over him like mountains and seas. Ning Buwei felt that he, a dignified demon lord, might die on this bed. In grief, indignation, and despair, he bit down on Chu Jun’s shoulder.

…………

Just when he finally felt he could rest for a bit, he opened his eyes to see the usually cold, ethereal, unworldly Venerable Jinghe smile slightly and say solemnly, “I might be getting old with a poor memory – I forgot to verify.”

Ning Buwei looked at him in shock and suddenly everything went black.

The snow-blue hair ribbon covered his eyes. Chu Jun’s voice, carrying laughter and seeming to have hooks, sank into his heart.

“No wonder you like this.”

“Chengfeng, it looks very good.”

****

In the end, Ning Buwei was so exhausted he didn’t want to move even a finger. He lazily sprawled on top of Chu Jun, listlessly letting his head droop.

Chu Jun gathered up his hair and tied it with a hair ribbon, asking in a low voice, “What did Xie Jiu say to you that made you so upset?”

Ning Buwei closed his eyes and hummed. “I’m not upset.”

Chu Jun rubbed his head.

“Alright, just a little bit.” Ning Buwei lifted his eyelids to glance at him, then wearily closed them again. His voice was hoarse. “I always thought we were friends, that he had his own difficulties for doing those things…”

‘Ning Chengfeng, I never considered you a friend. If you weren’t the Ning family’s young master, if your brother wasn’t Ning Xingyuan, I wouldn’t have bothered circling around you!’

‘…Stop being foolish. I was always this kind of person.’

‘You’re the one who can’t judge people clearly, you’re the one who can’t distinguish truth from falsehood…’

Ning Buwei took a deep breath and was lifted by the chin, his face pinched.

The great demon’s handsome and extraordinary face was pinched out of shape. He dangerously narrowed his eyes, staring at Chu Jun and saying ominously, “What are you doing?”

“Many things in this world have no reason.” Chu Jun said.

“Huh?” Ning Buwei was stunned. “Speak human language.”

“I just wanted to pinch.” Chu Jun smiled.

Ning Buwei opened his mouth to bite.

“Perhaps this answer is easier to accept than the truth, whether for you or for him.” Chu Jun let his finger be bitten while saying unhurriedly, “Being overly obsessed easily creates inner demons.”

Ning Buwei reached back to pinch him in return, grabbing his mouth. “You should just shut up. I don’t want to listen to your lecture.”

Chu Jun obediently nodded. Ning Buwei drowsily yawned, then heard Chu Jun leisurely say, “Otherwise, shall we again—”

“There’s no ‘otherwise,’ no ‘we,’ and no ‘again’!” Ning Buwei slapped his face and drawled complainingly, “Jun Jun, you’re young, you’re strong, I admit defeat.”

A vein on Chu Jun’s forehead twitched. He coaxed gently, “Chengfeng, change the name.”

Ning Buwei said drowsily, “Venerable Jinghe.”

“Change to another one.”

“Surnamed Chu.”

“Mm?”

“…Head Teacher Chu?”

A familiar light laugh rang out. Ning Buwei suddenly jolted alert, but it was ultimately half a step too late.

Venerable Jinghe gave the great demon a thorough practical lesson, letting him completely understand what “head teacher” meant.

The next day.

Ning Buwei stood energetically on his Heavenly Wave Ruler, studying Chu Jun beside him with an expression of questioning life itself. “Chu Jun, did you really originally cultivate the Path of Slaughter and not the Path of Hehuan?” 

(TL: 合 (hé) → “together,” “combine,” “unite”

歡 (huān) → “joy,” “happiness,” “pleasure”)

“…………” Chu Jun calmly opened his eyes and said without changing expression. “You and I have had shenjiao for a long time and have also practiced dual cultivation techniques extensively. At the beginning, one would more or less be affected. Being unable to restrain oneself momentarily is perfectly normal.”

Ning Buwei nodded half-believingly, saying incredulously, “You’re actually two inches taller than me? And your strength is so much greater than mine?”

It wasn’t that the great demon was conceited, but with his height and strength, he rarely encountered opponents.

Chu Jun’s tone carried some helplessness. Seeing Ning Buwei’s determined expression, he explained, “Before cultivating the Path of Slaughter in my youth, I did indeed practice another path for a period of time.”

Ning Buwei immediately became interested. “What path did you practice?”

Chu Jun said unhurriedly, “Body refinement techniques.”

Ning Buwei looked at his tall and pleasing figure and said in shock, “How is that possible?”

Ordinary body-refining cultivators were all broad-shouldered and thick-waisted with robust builds. It was absolutely impossible for them to be like Chu Jun – tall with long legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, so pleasing to the eye. Could it be that he had used some kind of illusion to deceive him?

Ning Buwei staggered back a step.

“I only practiced for three months before giving up.” Chu Jun smiled and pulled him back to his side.

“Why did you give up again?” Ning Buwei felt that Chu Jun shouldn’t be someone who would give up so easily.

The current Venerable Jinghe, whose figure was graceful, ethereal and immortal-like, was silent for a long while:

“It was too ugly.”