Chapter 218: The Sound of Rain
Luo Yueguan had another dream.
The dream was filled with those repetitive scenes, her childhood self being dragged by her mother’s hand and slapped across the face, biting her lip to keep from crying. Each tear she shed would only make her mother hit her harder, so she learned at a young age to control her tears, a skill she still possessed, now an instinct.
She dread of the humiliation and mockery from her fellow female disciples after joining the sect, laughing at her mother for being a prostitute, ridiculing her for being vulgar and clumsy, and slandering her for knocking on an elder’s door late at night. The rumors reached her ears, but this ti, the Luo Yueguan in the dream was calm, silently watching everything that happened in the past, no longer covering her ears with reddened eyes.
She dread of the sect competition, where despite earning everyone’s respect through hard work, she was effortlessly defeated by a true genius in the final match, who broke her tendons with disdain. That woman holding the sword whispered in her ear, mocking her for receiving attention from a man the woman admired, even though Luo Yueguan had never responded to him, yet her hatred was so cruel.
She dread of the day she went down the mountain and saw that already aged woman, who ultimately used the new clothes Luo Yueguan bought for her to make a rope and hang herself from a beam.
She dread of all the suffering she had endured over the past six hundred years, but this ti, she simply looked on indifferently at everything. At the end of it all, in the pitch-black world, it seed as if a great wind had arisen, and she saw a vague shadow opposite her.
At this mont, a hint of scorn appeared at the corner of her eye,
“Are you done playing?”
She knew that the shadow opposite her was her inner demon, which always liked to tornt her with various kinds of pain. But now, it seed she had grown accustod to it, so she said lightly,
“All those things are in the past. Whether I let go or forget, what does it matter? You can’t hurt anymore.”
Luo Yueguan seed to hear her own laughter, which ca from the shadow opposite her, yet sounded so much like herself.
“Do you really think my existence is due to your pain?”
Luo Yueguan was taken aback for a mont, and after a while, the shadow in front of her turned into a thick black fog, rushing towards her. She slightly lowered her head and saw the face erging from the fog, a face identical to hers, but the eyes seed to be filled with a cold and mocking light.
“You’re mistaken, Luo Yueguan... you’re mistaken.”
That mocking laughter rang in Luo Yueguan’s ears once more. She struggled to open her eyes, having awakened from the dream. She reached out to touch her skin; her forehead was already covered in sweat, and the dress sticking to her body made her uncomfortable. She got up, went back to the bath, and changed into a new set of clothes. Passing by Luo Qingyu’s room, she suddenly noticed the light was still on.
It was so late, and those two little ones were still not asleep.
From Luo Qingyu’s panting, Luo Yueguan could guess what they were doing. Of course, she did not disturb them, but silently returned to her room and leaned on the bed, recalling the dream she had just had.
The inner demon had followed her for a very long ti, but she did not understand why it appeared. It was only one day when she suddenly realized that she, the sect master Luo Yueguan of Qingxuan, had gone down the mountain and slain two hundred evil cultivators, yet she had no recollection of this event. It was only when she ca to her senses that she realized she was missing a day’s mory, and then she gradually beca aware of the existence of the inner demon, as well as recalling that mory.
In that mory, she had slaughtered those two hundred evil cultivators in ways that were unimaginable to ordinary people... leaving limbs and flesh scattered everywhere. Luo Yueguan had killed many people over the years, but recalling that mory made her feel nauseous. She rembered the inner demon once demanded those evil cultivators to kill each other, even to eat each other’s flesh and blood, while she looked down on everything from above, as if that brutal scene could satisfy so kind of desire in her.
It seed that the inner demon represented her purest evil thoughts, so over the years, she had sought many thods to suppress it, and Luo Qingyu was one of them. She had thought about transferring the inner demon to Luo Qingyu’s body using a secret technique, but seeing the girl who was young at the ti, holding her arm and calling her “mother”... she suddenly rembered how she, too, had once tried to please her own mother when she was a child.
So she gave up, and Luo Qingyu truly beca her daughter, not just a vessel kept in the yard.
But what was the real reason for the birth of the inner demon?
She couldn’t figure it out... Just recalling the dream she just had, she suddenly felt an indescribable fear, as if that face was getting extrely close to her, about to rge into her body.
Clearly, she had forgotten the pain, clearly, she had no more desires, so what exactly had she gotten wrong?
Luo Yueguan thought about it for a long ti but couldn’t co up with an answer. anwhile, in the next room, there seed to be faint panting sounds, not like before. She hesitated for a mont, closed her eyes, and imdiately understood what was happening in the next room.
It was Luo Qingyu lying on the bed, from her feeling, it seed her ankles and hands were bound by thin ropes, and her soft buttocks were being spanked by a man, even so indescribable soreness, as if sothing was stuffed inside.
Luo Qingyu was no longer annoyed; by now, she had co to understand Jiang Huai and Luo Qingyu. Rather than saying Jiang Huai wanted to vent his brutal desires on Luo Qingyu, it was better to say Qingyu herself liked it, so she clung to Jiang Huai to treat her this way...
Sotis Luo Yueguan thought, this was also her fault. If it wasn’t for her past education of Luo Qingyu, how could Luo Qingyu now be addicted to pain?
Sensing the pain coming from Luo Qingyu’s body, Luo Yueguan gently bit her lip. She suddenly looked at her legs under her skirt, her legs were slender and straight, with the delicacy of a girl and a hint of plumpness of a woman, smooth and milky, without any scars.
But hundreds of years ago, she also liked to be alone in her room, repeatedly stabbing her legs with a cold, sharp awl, blood spurting out, and she would tremble and curl up in pain.
Yet it seed only in this way could she draw so inexplicable nourishnt from the pain, which gave her the strength to live.
And not just that, she knew many ways to tornt herself, those flesh wounds were nothing, she even personally took a demonic powder refined by an evil cultivator, after swallowing it, she would feel pain as if thousands of insects were biting her limbs, but that pain made her tear her flesh and skin, and after the pain passed, she felt an indescribable satisfaction.
She didn’t know where this habit ca from. Maybe it stemd from when she practiced the Immaculate Golden Body. The Immaculate Golden Body was sothing she decided to study after being bedridden for a whole month with her hands and feet tendons severed.
The resources for practicing the Immaculate Golden Body were obtained from fighting fierce beasts in various dangerous places and walking between life and death.
At the beginning of her practice, she also rolled on the ground in pain, but later she got used to it, and quietly perfected the Immaculate Golden Body. Taking advantage of a trip to a secret realm, she killed that woman and fed her corpse to the beasts that lived there.
After coming out of the secret realm, watching that woman’s parents go mad, she seed to hear her own mocking laughter inside.
Compared to that, Jiang Huai’s light slaps, apart from making her body tremble slightly, were almost negligible.
But should she remind Jiang Huai tomorrow to guide Luo Qingyu in the right direction?
If it’s just bedroom fun, it’s fine, but it must not be like her past.
Luo Yueguan’s body suddenly trembled, she suddenly rembered the pain she had brought upon herself in the past.
It’s strange... when exactly did she quit this bad habit?
Luo Yueguan suddenly couldn’t rember clearly, as if one day she suddenly lost the desire to tornt herself, suddenly no longer needed that pain... but now recalling it, she suddenly felt an indescribable... itch.
Unclear.
Luo Yueguan reached out and touched her chest as if she could feel her frantic heartbeat. After hesitating for a mont, she once again shared Luo Qingyu’s senses, feeling the painful and itchy touch, as if the craving rising from the bottom of her heart was quietly smoothed out. The pain soon stopped, so she felt bored and was about to cut off the shared senses, but suddenly felt a slight itch.
So she opened Luo Qingyu’s eyes, and at this mont, she seed to be in a hazy illusion, seeing the little man kissing her skin inch by inch. Those gentle and slow kisses seed to lt away the unsoothed cravings in her heart, bit by bit, and she lay on the bed like this, her body trembling slightly as if touched by tiny currents, and she closed her legs.
When she felt a wave of wetness, she finally ca back to her senses, leaned on the bed, and was shocked to find that the bedsheet had been completely soaked by her, and her body was extrely weak. She had never experienced this before, it was clearly just her body being kissed inch by inch.
She lay on the bed, gasping for air, until satisfaction and fatigue gradually ca over her. She took off her sweat-soaked dress, threw it aside, closed her eyes peacefully, and fell into a deep sleep.
...
When she woke up, the sound of rain was pattering outside.
It was the knocking on the door that woke Luo Yueguan. She sat up from the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and said in a lazy and gentle voice,
“Co in.”
Jiang Huai entered with a bowl of soup dicine in his hand, dark in color. Luo Yueguan just glanced at it and turned her gaze away in disgust. Jiang Huai saw her pout and said helplessly,
“Try it first?”
“Is it bitter?”
“Not bitter.”
Luo Yueguan didn’t want to get up but still leaned on the bed, wrapped in the blanket, her eyes looking at Jiang Huai in front of her. She suddenly paused and then laughed.
“Feed .”
For so reason, Jiang Huai often felt that Luo Yueguan was a bit crazy.
He picked up the soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Luo Yueguan’s lips. Luo Yueguan lowered her head and took a sip. It tasted like fragrant tea with a slight sweetness, but not overly sweet, much better than any dicinal soup she had tasted before.
“It’s still a bit bitter.”
“After all, it’s dicine, it’s unavoidable. Be good and take your dicine, then you can have candy,” Jiang Huai said, squeezing out a handful of candies.
“You’re talking to like I’m a child, I don’t like it.”
“Only children say ‘feed ’ while acting spoiled, right?”
“When did I act spoiled?”
“I think your tone sounded like it.”
“So you’re going to indulge ?”
“Fine, drink if you want, roll if you don’t.”
Jiang Huai had his own way of dealing with the unreasonable Luo Yueguan.
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