Chapter 100: Be Good, Don’t Look at Me Right Now

Chapter 100: Be Good, Don't Look at Me Now

Just as he was about to hit the ground, a snow-white figure appeared in midair, and a powerful hand forcibly wrapped around Shen Lian's waist.

Yan Huaixuan's chest pressed against Shen Lian's back.

"Shen Lian, why are you messing around?"

"Who's the one messing around?" Shen Lian tried to turn around, only to find that his head couldn't move.

Yan Huaixuan wouldn't let him turn his head, huh?

But the more Yan Huaixuan acted like that, the more Shen Lian wanted to turn around. "What the hell did you do?"

Yan Huaixuan's voice was hoarse. Holding Shen Lian, he flashed over to a snowy mountain. After landing, Yan Huaixuan sat down and pulled Shen Lian fully into his arms.

Snowflakes fell toward their heads but were blocked by an invisible barrier.

Shen Lian could feel that Yan Huaixuan's aura behind him was incredibly weak.

Even his breathing was labored.

Shen Lian didn't know why, but he felt a growing unease inside. He tried hard to turn his head. "Yan Huaixuan, what exactly is wrong with you?"

Yan Huaixuan's hand gently stroked his head. "Don't look."

Shen Lian's voice suddenly went cold. "Yan Huaixuan! Didn't you say I could do whatever I wanted?"

"I want you to look at me right now!"

But to his surprise, Yan Huaixuan still didn't move.

Shen Lian struggled harder and harder. "Yan Huaixuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

Yan Huaixuan was silent for a moment. Then he covered Shen Lian's eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Be good, don't look."

Shen Lian's eyes went bloodshot. "Yan Huaixuan, are you lying to me again?"

"No, just give me a bit more time."

After Yan Huaixuan said this, Shen Lian suddenly drew Chen Xue, and an incredibly powerful surge of spiritual energy exploded from Shen Lian's body.

Shen Lian had already braced himself for Yan Huaixuan to suppress him.

But this time, to his surprise, he broke through Yan Huaixuan's restraints with ease.

When he regained control of his body, Shen Lian was still a bit dazed.

But then a thought hit him.

If even he could break free from Yan Huaixuan's restraints now, then what the hell had happened to Yan Huaixuan?

He suddenly turned his head, and Yan Huaixuan turned away too.

But Shen Lian still caught a glimpse of something.

His heart sank, and he forced Yan Huaixuan's head around.

The next moment, Shen Lian's hand froze mid-air.

He saw that the half of Yan Huaixuan's face facing him was still cold and jade-like, but the other half was utterly terrifying, covered in countless black curse marks. And above that, there was a demonic, eerie purple eye.

That eye—Shen Lian only glanced at it once, and a sharp pain stabbed through his mind, as if he were staring into an endless hell.

In an instant, all the pain he had long buried surged back up.

Shen Lian's face went pale instantly.

What the hell was this, that a single glance could shake his Dao heart?

Yan Huaixuan immediately covered his own eye. He tapped Shen Lian's forehead with his finger. "Guard your heart, sink your qi into your dantian."

As a warm, cool breath swept through Shen Lian's mind.

Shen Lian finally snapped out of that extreme terror.

His eyelashes trembled as he struggled to look at Yan Huaixuan. "What exactly is this?"

Yan Huaixuan had already let his hair down, covering half of his face.

Shen Lian discovered that the curse marks appeared not only on Yan Huaixuan's face, but also on his neck, and further down, even on the hand hidden in his sleeve.

Yan Huaixuan said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing."

Shen Lian pressed his lips together tightly as he stared at Yan Huaixuan. "Don't lie to me. What the hell is this!"

The plot had never mentioned Yan Huaixuan having this kind of condition.

Yan Huaixuan suddenly let out a soft chuckle. "Is A Lian worried about me, then?"

Shen Lian stiffened and immediately shot back, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"If not, then why all the questions?" Yan Huaixuan looked at Shen Lian, his eyes filled with a smile.

Sure enough, Shen Lian immediately straightened up and said coldly, "You're reading too much into it."

He stared at Yan Huaixuan. "Why do you think I can still stand having you around? Because you're the Savior, the number one genius. With you here, we can hold off the demons."

Hearing this, Yan Huaixuan's expression didn't change, he just lowered his eyes slightly.

"So that's the reason. Got it."

Seeing him like that, Shen Lian couldn't help but ask again, "So what exactly is wrong with you right now?"

Yan Huaixuan looked at Shen Lian. "If you're worried that I can't fight off the demons now, don't be. It doesn't affect that."

"After three hours, these will disappear."

Shen Lian's hand tightened unconsciously beneath his sleeve. He sneered, "You'd better mean that."

With that, Shen Lian pulled Yan Huaixuan onto Chen Xue and took him somewhere else.

After all, the Heavenly Thunder from before was still hanging over their heads.

After carelessly tossing Yan Huaixuan onto the bed, Shen Lian was stunned for a moment.

Clearly, that Heavenly Thunder was meant to destroy evil.

But why had he instinctively brought Yan Huaixuan here to avoid it?

Shen Lian didn't know either.

He told himself he was just worried about the future of the whole Primordial Realm.

Seeing Yan Huaixuan half-reclining on the bed, eyes closed, resting, Shen Lian's brow furrowed slightly, and he tossed him a pill.

"Eat."

Without a hint of hesitation, Yan Huaixuan caught the pill and popped it in his mouth.

He immediately felt the chaotic spiritual energy in his body start to smooth out and flow properly.

"Thank you."

His lips were pale and thin.

Shen Lian watched him, realizing he looked even weaker than he had in that mortal-world cold palace.

Thinking back, Yan Huaixuan had still been noble and unmatched even in that cold palace.

He hadn't seemed like a crippled man at all—only Shen Lian had been dumb enough not to see through it.

But now, Yan Huaixuan was actually showing a vulnerable side.

Shen Lian stood by the bed, not sure what he was thinking.

Yan Huaixuan lifted his eyes. "A Lian, no need to worry—"

Shen Lian cut him off. "Who's worried?"

Yan Huaixuan gave a helpless smile. "I know, you're worried about whether I can still fight the demons."

"Good that you get it. Remember, what's between us is our business—don't drag the whole Primordial Realm into it."

Yan Huaixuan watched Shen Lian walk away. "Is this what you want?"

Shen Lian stopped mid-step. "Yes."

"Alright, I promise you."

For some reason, hearing that, that inexplicable irritation flared up in Shen Lian's chest again.

He could feel the other's gaze still on his back, but Shen Lian didn't turn around.

He just said, "Rest here. Contact me if anything comes up."

He gave Yan Huaixuan a jade token.

After all, he showed up with the demon-slaying squad every day—if he didn't today, it would probably draw attention.

The moment Shen Lian got back to Floating Cloud City, sure enough, He Ci came over and grabbed his hand.

"Tell me the truth, is it Yan Huaixuan?"

Shen Lian said flatly, "No."

He Ci stared at him hard, then after a long pause said, "There are rumors now that the Demon God about to emerge from the demon race is the very one being hunted by the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Thunder."

"If they find him, he's done for."

"Shen Lian, you've got to protect yourself."

Hearing this, Shen Lian looked at He Ci. "That's not going to happen."

He Ci said quietly, "That's not for me to decide. I just want to say this—Shen Lian, across the whole Primordial Realm, there are countless cultivators, tens of thousands or more, and they're all living, breathing people."

Shen Lian's expression didn't change. "I know what you're trying to say, and I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."