Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being

Chapter 670 - Seven-day Covenant

Edited by Ea

Who knows if Rong Zhishui realized that Yan Tianhen meant platonic love, not romantic love.

That person was naturally Lin Xuanzhi, who was also Chang Sheng.

However, Yan Tianhen was only sure that Lin Xuanzhi really liked him in his heart. But during the first life, Chang Sheng’s feelings for Youshan Lingyu could only be described as “platonic love”. Not even the current Yan Tianhen dared to have such a big face to attach gold to himself and believe that Chang Sheng loved him romantically.

Before the most intense final battle of the Great Immortal-Demon War, Chang Sheng personally went to the heart of the demon camp by himself and removed his sword and weapons in order to make peace with Lingyu.

The chief disciple was still dressed in white with long black hair rolled up behind his head. The style was meticulous. Even with his words and actions, anyone could hardly find a single flaw.

The sun on the mortal realm hardly ever shone in the demon realm, but there was also a sun here. It was just that the sun was always shining yellow and red, as if it was covering everything in the world with a layer of fog and blood.

But this kind of scenery was still magnificent and beautiful.

Youshan Lingyu was still barefoot, yet no dust stained his toes. He sat on a soft nest made of dragon skin and phoenix feather, holding a slender tobacco pipe in his hand. His scarlet lips gently closed around the pipe mouth, swallowing clouds and mists. His eyes were narrowed lightly, giving off a lazy appearance.

He knew that Chang Sheng would come to find him, and that he would come alone. Because he has a chip that Chang Sheng couldn’t give up.

It was the soul of a person who had not yet dissipated and was collected by him in a soul condensing artifact.

He sent someone to pass the message to Chang Sheng. If Chang Sheng didn’t come today, he would crush the soul with his own hands, so that the person could never be reincarnated. Chang Sheng arrived as promised.

With his temperament, once he accepted a younger martial brother, he would be responsible for them to the end to the point of never giving up on them, Shixiong Chang Sheng had no choice.

Youshan Lingyu looked at the man who was walking towards him step by step through the fog, cold as moonlight amid the hazy smoke and heavy shadows. How many years had it been since he’d last seen him? It’d been many years. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Nov????lFire(.)nᴇt

After he killed Dao Zu, defected, left the Spirit Sect, and became the Demon Emperor, he had never met a Chang Sheng who wasn’t pointing a sword at him. Last time he saw Chang Sheng, he was still at the peak of the Grandmaster Stage. Now he had entered the Sky Realm and became a Sword Venerable.

Chang Sheng looked at him, and after a while, said, “I’ve come to pick up the soul of Fenglang to take him home.”

Pick him up and take him home?

The first word you say after seeing me is to pick up someone else and take them home.

Youshan Lingyu was stunned at first, then he hooked his lips and smiled, breathing out the smoke in his mouth. “If you can take him away just by saying so, then isn’t it unnecessary for me to ask you to come here? Why would I do this then?”

Chang Sheng’s voice was as cold and indifferent as his eyes. He said, “Since you let me come alone, there are naturally conditions, and there is no need to talk nonsense between you and me. If you want me to do something, you might as well say it directly.”

“Huarong Venerable is really bold.” Youshan Lingyu chuckled, and his smoking pipe fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound. He clapped his hands and stood up from the soft nest, moving slowly, which made the anklets on his feet ring.

He moved to stand in front of Chang Sheng, raised his eyes and stared at his most favorite face in his life. He deliberately lowered his voice, “I want you to stay with me in this palace for ten years. Ten years later, I will let the soul of Fenglang go with you. What do you think?”

Chang Sheng’s cold eyes swept through every inch of Lingyu’s face like a knife, cutting his skin, so strange and disgusted.

“You are a madman.” Chang Sheng said, “Even if I die, I will not be humiliated by you.”

Youshan Lingyu’s smiling eyes sank in an instant.

He raised his hand and grabbed Chang Sheng’s chin. Although his head was shorter than the other party’s, his momentum was not weak at all.

“The enemy is strong and you’re weak, but you still don’t show weakness. I think that you really don’t want the soul of your dear little Shidi.”

Youshan Lingyu always knew how to take advantage of others’ weaknesses best. However, it wasn’t like Chang Sheng could never be threatened.

Chang Sheng raised his hand, pinched the wrist of Youshan Lingyu, which was full of bones, and squeezed the restless hand from his chin. He was still indifferent and acting calm. “It is possible.”

Youshan Lingyu was stunned.

“It is possible.” Chang Sheng looked down at him and said, “If you really do this, I will cut my neck and commit suicide, and then I will scatter my soul. Like him, I will never be able to resurrect myself.”

Youshan Lingyu’s expression solidified on his face, and his eyes suddenly widened. He threw away the warm hand pinched on his wrist, stepped back two steps and said, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Why wouldn’t I dare?”

“If you die, no one else in the world can kill me.”

“If I can’t even save one person, how can I save the world?”

Chang Sheng just looked at Youshan Lingyu, whose expression suddenly changed. “Lingyu, you are always wrong about one thing. Even if there is no me in this world, there will still be others to save the world. Your enemy is never just me. Have you ever seen the hundreds of thousands of cultivators who are ready to cut demons under broad daylight? The road you are taking is a dead end. Even if I die, some people will go on and on to finish this unfinished business.”

Youshan Lingyu slowly recovered his calm. He stared into the eyes of Chang Sheng and said, “You are not afraid of death, but you’re merely taking advantage of the fact that I don’t want to hurt you.”

Chang Sheng said, “I came here not only for the soul of Fenglang, but also for you.”

Youshan Lingyu didn’t speak.

“I want you to stop.” The voice of Chang Sheng echoed in the empty hall. “Shidi, I want you to stop.” I want you to stop.

Youshan Lingyu looked at the man who couldn’t bear the disappointed look in his eyes, and great sorrow rose in his heart.

It was no use crying over spilt milk. The hatred of the whole Nine Lands had all already gathered around him. Even if he stopped at this time, what good end could there be for him? There was no going back on the road he’d taken.

However, before Youshan Lingyu opened his mouth, Chang Sheng continued to say, “Lingyu, the Heaven’s Wail had not yet been completely repaired, and the Nine Lands are still in turmoil. If you are willing to go back and join me in mending Heaven’s Wail and saving the Nine Lands, I am willing to bear all the sins you have committed. I will go to the execution platform for you, receive punishment from heaven, and even die for you.”

No. No, I don’t need you to do this.

“Lingyu, too many people have already died.” Chang Sheng grabbed his wrist, his eyes filled with sadness. “I don’t want to lose any more, even you, I don’t want to lose any more. Just take it as your Shixiong begging you — please stop, Shidi.”

Youshan Lingyu’s nose suddenly became sour.

At this moment, he almost uncontrollably wanted to say “Okay”. He thought if he really took a step back, he could end everything and end all of the sins. However, the evil Qi in his body stirred and engulfed his Dantian Qi Sea and meridians, making him almost unable to stabilize his body from the pain. He suddenly sobered up and calmed down–

I can’t stop.

The fire in Youshan’s beautiful eyes gradually went out.

He smiled slightly and stared at the handsome man who looked like a fallen immortal. “Shixiong, I will stop after you have been here with me for ten years. What do you think?”

Chang Sheng asked, “How can I accompany you?”

Youshan Lingyu said, “Naturally, on the bed.”

Chang Sheng’s eyes darkened. “Lingyu, I have been thinking of you as my Shidi until now. But in your heart, is there any friendship left for your Shixiong?”

“Of course.”

“If so,” Chang Sheng said, “at least for the sake of treating you like a Shidi, let me take away the soul of Fenglang.”

Youshan Lingyu sneered. “In the end, this is your only goal. But I just can’t bear to see you being kind to him and risking your life for him. The more you do for him, the more I want to completely destroy him.”

Chang Sheng frowned. “You are really a madman.”

Youshan Lingyu said, “I am a madman. If I am not a madman, how can I boldly fall in love with my Shixiong?”

Chang Sheng went silent for a few moments before he clearly said, “But I am Chang Sheng, and what I hate most in my life are madmen.”

If you hate it, then hate it. Youshan Lingyu thought, Even if you hate it, you still need to meet me face to face.

He didn’t intend to really keep Chang Sheng here for ten years. He just missed his Shixiong too much, so he tried to force him to come and see Youshan Lingyu. Just looking at him was enough. He was happy to listen to him talk, and even if these words seemed to cut a knife in his heart, he was happy and satisfied.

I’ve already gone crazy.

Youshan Lingyu thought so and smiled.

“Since Shixiong doesn’t like me, it’s always possible to stay here for a few days... No, after seven days, you can take his soul, and I will never stop you from leaving.” Youshan Lingyu pretended to say casually, but his heart was already tense.

Please agree.

“It’s just for a few days. I won’t do anything out of line with you. A few days later, I will let you go.”

As he thought, Chang Sheng agreed.

“Since the Demon Emperor invited me, there is no reason why Chang Sheng should not stay here.” Chang Sheng said.

In an instant, Youshan Lingyu lit up.

He hadn’t been so happy for a long time. He couldn’t make any expressions for a while.

Chang Sheng glanced at him and said, “On the seventh day, I hope that Shidi can keep his promise.”

Youshan Lingyu narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Naturally.”

Yan Tianhen’s heart sank, and he even felt out of breath. At first, he really only had the idea of staying with him for a few more days, and never gave birth to more messy thoughts. It was just wishful thinking to let him accompany himself for ten years, but in the end, why did he become like that again?

Yan Tianhen clenched his fist and his body trembled slightly.

Their seven days, in fact, they lived very well. Without cynicism, they were just like a pair of disciples who were originally in the Spirit Sect. They talked about chess, calligraphy, poetry, wine, and flowers, from one region to another, from ancient times to the present, but they tacitly kept silent about those things from the outside world at the same time.

If, when he was happiest, a subordinate didn’t tell him that 100,000 disciples of Dao cultivators were lying in ambush outside the demon world, just waiting for Sword Venerable Chang Sheng to let them enter the demon world at his command–

If it weren’t for the spies sent by Chang Sheng to him when he personally sent Chang Sheng to the boundary of the demon world, and they stabbed him from behind as he gave Chang Sheng one last hug, he would not have gone so crazy that he even felt terrified of himself.

It was a red tasselled spear with a demon killing array, which could instantly turn demons into ashes. It was unknown how many demons had fallen from it. Any demon would be scared even at the mention of the weapon.

Youshan Lingyu had always known that the leader of his demon guard was the young and famous son of the North Land’s Ling family, but he never thought that Chang Sheng would let him pierce his heart at that time.

The spear pierced his heart.

It was the most painful time in the world.

Youshan Lingyu’s blood sprayed on Chang Sheng’s face and stained his pure white robe.

He was in terrible pain, clutching his broken heart and screaming bitterly. He pulled out the red tasselled spear that pierced his heart from behind and threw it into the distance.

Under the gaze of Chang Sheng’s blank expression, Youshan Lingyu, with a pair of red eyes, panted, groaned, and screamed in pain. He drew out his weapon to fight with Ling Quechen.