BW Extra 19

Chu Jun x Ning Buwei (2)

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The Path of Slaughter cultivator was despised by everyone, and Chu Jun knew that what Zhuozhi had said was absolutely correct.

The intense murderous aura and bloody scent on his body could make even ghost cultivators retreat in fear.

Back then, he was just an orphan with no father or mother in the mortal realm. At sixteen, he was brought back to the Wushi Sect by Zhuozhi, who also gave him the name Chu Jun.

At that time, he had been doing quite well in the mortal realm and wasn’t particularly willing to come to the cultivation world. He listened to Zhuozhi’s mystical rambling, but only agreed after Zhuozhi tempted him with benefits.

“Disciple, someone with your wolf-hearted, dog-lunged, ruthless and ungrateful nature is most suitable for cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness,” Zhuozhi Zhenren said to him while squatting on a rock.

Big Senior Brother Chu Yi squatted on the rock together with Zhuozhi, nodding repeatedly. “Little Junior Brother, not cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness would simply waste that devastatingly handsome face of yours.”

Second Senior Brother Chu Yu said sourly, “I, Chu Yu, have always considered myself the number one handsome man of the seventeen states, but today I reluctantly decide to yield this title to another.”

Third Senior Brother Chu Qu squatted on the ground gnawing on fruit. “The Path of Ruthlessness is not easy to cultivate. Most end up alone and miserable, how pitiful.”

Chu Jun sat cross-legged on the ground with a serious expression. “I want to marry and have children in the future. I won’t cultivate it.”

Zhuozhi coaxed him, “Well, this Path of Ruthlessness can also allow you to marry and have children.”

“Just with very small probability,” Big Senior Brother said.

“Extremely small,” Second Senior Brother nodded.

“It can be ignored completely,” Third Senior Brother agreed.

Zhuozhi kicked each of them once. “Get lost, get lost, get lost! All of you go practice!”

The three senior brothers were fascinated with their new little junior brother and shamelessly refused to leave.

Zhuozhi smiled sweetly. “Then, good disciple, what dao do you want to cultivate?”

“What’s the most powerful?” Chu Jun asked.

“Body refinement!” Big Senior Brother slapped his forehead. “Like Master – one punch, one kill!”

The veins on Zhuozhi’s forehead twitched.

So Chu Jun began body refinement. After cultivating for three months, he fell into deep contemplation while looking at his overly muscular arms.

“I want to change paths,” he told Zhuozhi.

Zhuozhi was overjoyed. “The Path of Ruthlessness?”

“No, the Path of All Living Beings,” Chu Jun said.

Zhuozhi spat out a mouthful of blood. “It would be good enough if you didn’t bring disaster upon all living beings.”

Three months later, Chu Jun threw down his books, found Zhuozhi, and said, “I want to change paths.”

“The Path of Ruthlessness?” Zhuozhi was overjoyed.

“No, the Asura Dao,” Chu Jun said.

Zhuozhi was so angry he grabbed his sword to beat him. “You might as well become a demonic cultivator! Don’t stop me – today I’m going to beat this rebellious disciple to death!”

His three senior brothers watched the show leisurely from the sidelines. “Master, no one’s stopping you. Do as you please.”

Zhuozhi picked up a whip and started lashing out, causing all four disciples to scatter and run around.

After a year of turmoil, Chu Jun finally made his choice. “Master, I want to cultivate the Path of Slaughter .”

Zhuozhi, who had been tormented to mental and physical exhaustion, said wearily, “Have you decided? You won’t change again?”

“I had decided from the very beginning,” Chu Jun said with an unchanged expression. “But if I had said it, you definitely wouldn’t have agreed.”

“I don’t want to agree now either!” Zhuozhi was furious and chased him around, beating him across half the mountain.

“You won’t turn back until you hit the south wall! If you have the ability, then cultivate it! You’ll change paths sooner or later!” Zhuozhi stood with hands on hips, cursing angrily. “I just brought back a nemesis!”

Chu Jun remained expressionless and obediently agreed, “Thank you, Master.”

“Something terrible, Master! Little Junior Brother climbed the cliff and broke his leg!”

“Something terrible, Master! Little Junior Brother roasted the Head Teacher’s Silver-Chasing Fire Phoenix!”

“Something terrible, Master! Little Junior Brother organized gambling, privately collected spirit stones, and the elder from the Shangong Hall wants to beat him to death!”

“Something terrible, Master! Little Junior Brother overturned the main hall on the primary peak!”

“Something terrible, Master! Little Junior Brother and that boy named Hao Zheng from Wanxuan Academy skipped classes! They slaughtered all the demonic beasts raised by Hanyan Sect!”

“Something terrible, Master! Little Junior Brother challenged the chief disciples of the ten major sects one by one and crippled them all!”

“Something terrible, Master…”

Chu Jun sincerely admitted his mistakes with a calm and unhurried demeanor. “Master, this disciple knows his wrongs.”

Zhuozhi Zhenren, who felt he had aged a thousand years after raising this disciple for a hundred years, looked at him in breakdown. “No! Don’t – you are my master!”

Chu Jun smiled slightly. “How could that be appropriate?”

Zhuozhi Zhenren raised his whip to strike, and the three gloating brothers Chu Yi and the others were also implicated and received a beating.

“I can’t take it anymore! I’m going to ascend!” Zhuozhi roared in breakdown.

Three months later, nine heavenly profound thunders struck down, and Zhuozhi Zhenren magnificently ascended.

Zhuozhi’s parting words to his several “beloved disciples” echoed through the mountains:

“When you’re out there, never say you’re my disciples! Damn it! I’m leaving!”

After Zhuozhi’s ascension, the four brothers efficiently divided up the Purple Mansion and countless treasures he left behind, decisively scattered in four directions, and each went out to travel and adventure.

Chu Jun cultivated the Path of Slaughter, and the murderous aura on his body grew heavier and heavier. Combined with his naturally unkind heart, he became a walking human killing machine that everyone avoided.

Only Hao Zheng remained as a friend who barely didn’t despise him and could occasionally exchange a few words.

He carried the Chiyuan Sword through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his temperament growing colder and colder. For five hundred years he remained alone, but had grown accustomed to it.

Zhuozhi had been right – he was indeed cold-hearted, cold-blooded, ruthless and ungrateful. To repay Ning Gu’s life-saving grace, he saved his newborn son, but could also turn around and use this newborn infant to break his fate tribulation.

At least he let this child live sixteen more years.

So thought the cold and ruthless Path of Slaughter cultivator.

Not to mention those little brats from Wanxuan Academy – even the turtles on the beach would scramble away in fright when they encountered him. Yet Ning Chengfeng fearlessly approached him.

He had to admit that there had indeed been several times when he couldn’t help but want to kill this little brat to break the fate tribulation hanging over his head.

But somehow he had abandoned this thought each time.

Ning Chengfeng was quite troublesome, but compared to his own youth, he could practically be considered a well-behaved child. Dealing with him required absolutely no effort.

The little brat’s appearance of being angry but not daring to speak while racking his brains to cause mischief was even somewhat cute.

He even dared to cling to him.

The Path of Slaughter cultivator, who hadn’t experienced having someone cling to him persistently for over five hundred years, was somewhat at a loss.

At first, he would only tentatively poke his face.

It was soft.

Just as soft as that little baby’s face from over ten years ago.

He had never kept pets – of course he couldn’t keep them alive either. Big Senior Brother’s rabbit would run away upon seeing him. He had never even held one. He had once occasionally found a sick little kitten, but unfortunately it was overwhelmed by the murderous aura on his body. Before he could even touch it, it had stopped breathing within the time of one incense stick… So he very sensibly took the initiative to keep his distance.

However, probably because he had once helped Ning Chengfeng expand his meridians and reshape his bones while sharing a strand of life force, the other party seemed unable to sense the murderous aura on his body and was instead particularly close to him.

The youth who constantly opposed him slept soundly against his body with two dark circles under his eyes, his warm breath with its gentle rhythm close at hand.

Chu Jun lay stiffly all night, not daring to move.

“Don’t drive me away…” Ning Chengfeng, sleeping in a daze, hugged his neck and mumbled.

He tentatively extended an arm, pulled the person into his embrace, and gently patted him. “Alright.”

So this was what it felt like to hold a little kitten.

He inexplicably allowed Ning Chengfeng to use him as an antidote for suppressing heart demons. His originally cold and quiet room and days suddenly became lively and bustling.

“Head Teacher Chu!” Ning Chengfeng suddenly rushed out from behind, climbed onto his back, hugged his neck and refused to let go. “I knew you’d come back to replace Head Teacher Qi!”

“Get down.” He still wasn’t used to being so intimate with others.

Ning Chengfeng jumped down, took out a candy from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth. “This is new from Linggu Sect. I ordered it three months in advance and it just arrived today. Try it – is it good?”

The cool, sweet flavor spread in circles from the root of his tongue. He pressed his lips together somewhat uncomfortably. “Mm.”

Ning Chengfeng smiled with a face full of smugness and happiness, grabbed a handful of candies and stuffed them into his sleeve. “Then I’ll give them all to you.”

Actually, he didn’t particularly like eating sweets, but now he didn’t find them so disagreeable.

Ning Chengfeng tugged at his sleeve and walked forward. “There’s still half an hour before the library opens. I heard there are two brocade carp in the quiet water pool behind it. Let’s go have a look.”

Chu Jun was led forward by him for a few steps before stopping. Ning Chengfeng turned back. “Chu Jun, hurry up.”

He crunched the candy between his teeth and said in a low voice, “You should call me Head Teacher Chu.”

“There’s no one else here.” Ning Chengfeng smiled brilliantly with the unique arrogance and dominance of a noble family’s little master. “I’ll call you whatever I want to call you.”

“What kind of behavior is this?” He didn’t quite approve, but thinking of the absurd things he had tacitly allowed, his words lacked conviction.

This little kitten was too fond of pushing boundaries. By the time he realized something was improper, it had already climbed on his head and refused to come down.

“You’re so troublesome.” Ning Chengfeng said somewhat reluctantly, “Head Teacher Chu, Head Teacher Chu, Head Teacher Chu – is that enough?”

He sighed helplessly and was dragged off to look at the brocade carp.

There really wasn’t much to see, but Ning Chengfeng squatted by the pond watching with great interest. When he got tired of watching, he had to lean against him to sleep.

“I’ll just sleep for a while. Wake me when it’s time.” Ning Chengfeng’s warm head settled into the curve of his neck.

The warm breath spraying on his skin made his breathing slightly unsteady.

Behind them, the pond water rippled with light, and the carp swam happily at the bottom. The warm sunlight falling on their bodies felt just right.

He reached out to support Ning Chengfeng’s drooping head, letting him sleep more comfortably.

In the distance, heavy bell sounds rang out, and the noisy voices and footsteps of young disciples came from in front of the library.

A concealment barrier fell, isolating them from the outside clamor.

Just listening to Ning Chengfeng’s even breathing made him feel very peaceful.

As the setting sun slanted, Ning Chengfeng opened his eyes. Pillowing his head on his lap, he looked up at him with a confused expression, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Chu Jun, why didn’t you wake me?”

Chu Jun reached out and covered his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. Continue sleeping.”

Ning Chengfeng yawned again, removed his hand and turned over, reaching out to hug his waist before peacefully continuing to sleep.

His hand rested on Ning Chengfeng’s shoulder as he sighed softly.

This fate tribulation – there was no breaking it.