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Feng Long was a man of his word.

Bai Shaoqing woke up the next day at his own leisure, then was forced to drink a bowl of medicine before seeing Feng Long come in again with an agate bottle.

“You don’t actually really have thirty-four bottles of the countenance of a flower, face like the moon dew right?” Bai Shaoqing asked coldly.

“Not only thirty-four bottles.”

The pain in his lower body had not subsided since he woke up, Bai Shaoqing understood that after being corroded away, his skin was slowly regenerating. Thinking of being tortured like this for thirty-four days in a row, his heart trembled slightly. To argue with Feng Long at this moment was undoubtedly asking to be humiliated, and Feng Long might not believe it either.

Bai Shaoqing had never been a stubborn person who didn’t know how to adapt to a situation. He rolled his eyes ever so slightly and then looked at Feng Long, “Shifu, do you really have the heart to treat Shaoqing this way?”

“Haha, now you are willing to recognize me as your shifu?”

“Didn’t Shaoqing kneel down yesterday and serve shifu tea as part of the apprentice acceptance ceremony?” Bai Shaoqing pursed his lips, and his pale face was covered with an invisible halo. “Shifu is renowned across Jianghu and shifu is unbeatable. So how could you be afraid of the Hu family’s knife? Shaoqing just wanted to see how powerful shifu is.”

“Oh?” Feng Long squinted, “Am I that great?”

“Of course you’re amazing.”

Feng Long seemed very happy, and began to laugh out loud. That deep laugh reminded Bai Shaoqing of the days when they were together travelling around in Jianghu.

The Milky Way under the waterfall and the fluttering butterflies flying all over the sky.

An indescribable sorrow flooded from the bottom of his heart, and he unconsciously looked towards Feng Long with a strangeness in his gaze. He raised his head to look at this man with the imposing and impressive presence, Bai Shaoqing suddenly became on guard again.

“Shifu, those bottles of the countenance of a flower, face like the moon dew…” He questioned whilst putting on an act, “Don’t you need to save a few? Thirty-four times seems a bit of a waste of time.”

“Waste of time?”

Shaoqing smiled ambiguously, “Shifu, don’t you want to take a closer look at Shaoqing’s body?” Although he could not move, the flirtatiousness in his eyes would put Wulin’s number one beauty to shame.

“I really want to.” Feng Long sighed quietly, his tone changed suddenly, “But for my beloved disciple, it can’t be any less than thirty-four times.”

Bai Shaoqing’s smile instantly froze on his face.　

The quilt was lifted, revealing his naked lower body underneath, and his pale white thighs were forced to separate again. The blood that had dripped out yesterday had been cleaned up, but there was still a faint smell of the unique fragrance of the countenance of a flower, face like the moon dew coming from the entrance of his chrysanthemum. Feng Long inserted his fingers in slightly, the pink tender flesh inside had not yet healed properly. When he touched it, it immediately bled on to his nails.

Shaoqing was shocked by the pain, and gritted his teeth fiercely, “In the future, if I have the opportunity, I will definitely return these thirty-four times of torture.”

“Why not return it ten-fold?” Feng Long didn’t care, and asked indifferently. Suddenly, the slender bottleneck was inserted into the narrow channel again, and then his body was lifted up slightly to let all the liquid flow deeper into his body.

“Ummmm…”

When the fresh layer of skin and muscle encountered this extremely potent liquid, it quickly became badly mutilated again.　

His pale face began to twist, and his handsome face could no longer be seen. On his forehead, large beads of sweat appeared, rolling down onto the silk pillow below.

His slender neck was tightly pressed against the pillow, as he gasped desperately.

The torture of the countenance of a flower, face like the moon dew made Bai Shaoqing very frail in such a short amount of time. His slender body was thinner than usual. These days, he hadn’t even touched a grain of rice, the only thing that he’d been allowed to swallow were some medicines and soups. Even if he was not injured, his body had still been weakened by hunger.

He was in constant pain everyday, and each day was worse than the next.

“Ummmmm…” Even the most stubborn people will lose their will during successive days of torture. Biting his lip, Bai Shaoqing wanted to pull out the agate bottle inserted in his lower body, but his trembling hands were gently held down by the other’s powerful hand.

“I thought you never did anything that wasn’t meritorious?”　

The dizzying pain forced him to half-close those eyes filled with hate, and then they were instantly overwhelmed by helplessness. It was not only his slender and fair hands that trembled, but also his entire body that was unable to fight the torment any longer.

It was the first time he met someone who would torture him so cruelly since beginning to learn martial arts.

Li Weitian of the Kongtong Sect seemed like a noble gentleman on the surface, but had a concealed lustful side that was truly disdainful. Bai Shaoqing used a few tricks, and it took only two days to learn Kongtong’s nine fists from him. On the third day, Li Weitian died by his hand.

“You must think I’m too cruel.” An elegant smile came to his lips, Feng Long released Bai Shaoqing’s acupuncture points, and locked the person who started to struggle as soon as he was free in his arms. “Seeing you like this, I almost don’t have the heart to continue.”

He carefully stroked the delicate skin of his thighs.

Bai Shaoqing knew what he was going to do and struggled fiercely.

His stubborn struggle didn’t even merit a sneer from Feng Long.

His butt*cks were firmly lifted, and the liquid medicine poured into the depths of the body again as it did in the previous few days. Although it was not his first time experiencing this, the hoarse groan of pain escaped through his gritted teeth.

His silky black hair was stuck on his face soaked with sweat.

“Just kill me!”

Feng Long chuckled and raised his chin, “If I wanted to kill you, why bother to waste so much of the countenance of a flower, face like the moon dew?” 　　

Bai Shaoqing gritted his teeth, “If you don’t kill me, I will definitely kill you one day.”

“Oh?” Feng Long’s expression was like usual, but his voice was a bit lower, “So you hate me that much.” He stared at Shaoqing, and suddenly said: “You hate me, just for the countenance of a flower, face like the moon dew?”

A pain that was more heartbreaking than the erosion from the liquid medicine burst out of Bai Shaoqing’s heart.

Bai Shaoqing almost lost his mind from the earth-shattering double violation. He frowned and twisted uncomfortably. Feng Long’s hand pressed on him lightly, seemingly indifferent, but confined him so much that he couldn’t move. But when his whole body was cold, the only heat on his body was being transferred from that hand.

It was warm, just like the feeling of holding the Bilu Sword that day.

Why was it that only the palm of his hands could give him warmth?

Bai Shaoqing hated him, but shouted hoarsely, “Da-ge, da-ge, why are you treating me like this?” He was desperate and crazy, and grabbed Feng Long’s hand. However, his eyes looked up to the sky and did not look at Feng Long.

He looked at the sky. It was a clear and sunny day outside, so why was it ice-cold for him alone?

His trembling body was suddenly embraced tightly, as if to squeeze all the air out of his lungs.
 

“Shaoqing, how do you want me to treat you?” Feng Long asked in a deep voice, “Is there anyone you won’t just arbitrarily accept? Is there anyone you won’t throw away like worn shoes?”

“How can I get their martial arts secrets if I don’t arbitrarily accept people? If I don’t abandon them, should I give myself to them and be bullied by them all my life?” Bai Shaoqing had a pitiful look on his face, his eyes widened: “You are the Feng family’s eldest son, everyone flatters and admires you. Do you know how they bullied me and my mother when I was young?”

Feng Long’s sturdy chest seemed to become more rigid.

“Utter impenitence.” He said after a long while. Feng Long said: “No matter how much you suffer, it is not an excuse for such absurd behaviour.”

Although his handsome face was distorted with pain, Bai Shaoqing still laughed loudly, “Absurd? Can I be more absurd than you? I just struggle to survive. But you are the Alliance Leader of Wulin and the Sect Leader of Jianghu’s largest non-orthodox sect. This world is truly upside down, there is no distinction between black and white.”

Feng Long’s face gradually darkened, whilst Bai Shaoqing laughed more and more freely, just like the sorrow and grief in his heart, growing stronger and stronger. He laughed and coughed, and raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, seeming to have completely forgotten the severe pain in his lower body.

Feng Long suddenly reached out, hitting an acupuncture point on Bai Shaoqing’s body, and the sound of his mad laughter came to an abrupt end.

“You’re tired.”

Before falling into the silent darkness, he heard those words from Feng Long.

Bai Shaoqing closed his eyes peacefully.

You’re right, I’m tired.

Too tired.

Translator Note:

Sowweeee for the slow update on this one! I have been busy this week, as I’m changing jobs… kinda nervous because it’s my first day on Monday so I’m kinda feeling antsy this weekend. This chapter has been questionably proofread, I’ll try to update the rest of it maybe this weekend but I’m having trouble concentrating .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.

Urmmmm… also for those who were wondering – I’m like 99% pretty sure that this is a HE lol.