I Am The White Moonlight Of The Paranoid Immortal

No One Can Take Away His Ah-Qi

Seeing Chu Qi nodding his head in response, the frantic look in Yan Jiuge’s eyes gradually dissipated.

He withdrew his hand and was about to get up from the spiritual jade mat when he was stopped by Chu Qi’s voice.

“Don’t move yet, I haven’t finished healing your internal injuries.”

Chu Qi raised his hand and pressed down on Yan Jiuge’s shoulder. In case he wasn’t fully sober and fell into another illusion, the spiritual power in his meridians could be unstable and cause more serious internal injuries.

“I…”

Yan Jiuge opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to explain himself.

But his injuries were the result of backlash from the evil qi, and he couldn’t tell this to Chu Qi.

Chu Qi heard him start to speak, and worried that he’d be haunted by heart demons again, so he spoke softly to comfort him.

“It will be okay soon. Ah-Yan, trust me.”

The young man’s voice was unbelievably gentle, like a breeze rippling through a deep pool, it created small ripples that spread through Yan Jiuge’s heart.

Yan Jiuge followed Chu Qi’s words and nodded, holding back the explanations and secrets.

He knew that Ah-Qi’s spiritual power was very special and could heal the wounds caused by the evil qi. Ah-Qi only believed that he suffered internal injuries from being attacked by heart demons.

Every time Ah-Qi treated his internal injuries, it was very difficult. He would work until his spiritual power was exhausted and would have to rest for several days afterwards.

During the past few years, Yan Jiuge would pretend to be unaffected by the evil qi, but he didn’t expect that he would suffer an attack in front of Chu Qi today. He couldn’t hide it this time.

After waking up from the illusion, Yan Jiuge didn’t want to think about what he just saw. He only wished that the future would look more like this.

Seeing that Yan Jiuge settled back on the spiritual jade mat, Chu Qi relaxed and went to hold his hand again.

Although the healing spiritual technique could be cast without direct contact, by holding Yan Jiuge’s hand, he could ensure that if he fell into an illusion again in the middle of treatment, the healing technique wouldn’t be interrupted by his defensive restrictions.

After coming to, Yan Jiuge’s cold hands slowly warmed up. A cultivator with fire spiritual roots had a slightly higher body temperature than other cultivators. Since Yan Jiuge trained with the sword all year round, his palms were covered in a layer of rough calluses.

Holding hands like this, these tactile sensations seemed to be magnified several times.

Chu Qi lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Yan Jiuge’s face. He was afraid that if he didn’t, he would get distracted.

Obviously, they had been together for so many years, but there would still be times when they found themselves at a loss. For example, when Ah-Yan helped him remove his hair accessories that evening, or when Ah-Yan asked him not to leave just now.

His thoughts turned a thousand times in the span of one breath before they were finally suppressed and Chu Qi could concentrate on treating Yan Jiuge’s injuries.

It was a bit strange.

This was not the first time that Chu Qi had helped Yan Jiuge treat internal injuries, but every time he did it, he felt that his injuries were very serious.

Whenever he practiced his medical skills on other disciples, Chu Qi was able to help them recover from internal injuries with one or two healing techniques.

But when it came to Yan Jiuge, even if all of the spiritual power in Chu Qi’s body was exhausted, it still felt like it wasn’t enough.

Strands of spiritual power flowed from Chu Qi’s body into Yan Jiuge’s meridians through their intertwined palms.

When performing the healing technique, the wood spiritual roots in Chu Qi’s body exuded immense vitality. His warm eyes were dyed with a layer of dark green, resembling crystal-clear emeralds.

Yan Jiuge didn’t take his gaze away, sitting in place while looking at Chu Qi quietly.

The wounds in his body were closed by the spiritual healing technique bit by bit, and the pain faded away, replaced by Chu Qi’s gentle aura.

He really wished that he could stay like this forever.

It would be best if he wasn’t the heir of the Yan family, but instead just an ordinary cultivator living next to Ah-Qi.

This was the first time that such a notion appeared in Yan Jiuge’s mind.

—

Time passed by slowly, and neither of them knew how long they stayed like this.

By the time that Chu Qi finished healing the injuries in Yan Jiuge’s body, his spiritual power had been completely drained. He swallowed a few Spiritual Rejuvenation pills to replenish his spiritual power, but even then, it wasn’t enough.

Looking at the sweat on Chu Qi’s forehead, Yan Jiuge advised him in a low voice, “Why not take a break? I’m almost better now, and It won’t be too late to treat me after you’ve rested.”

“En. Okay. I’ll sleep tonight, and once I get up at chenshi1, I will continue to mend the meridians next to your heart.” Chu Qi also knew that he couldn’t act recklessly when he was short of spiritual power. If he was seriously overdrawn, his cultivation base would be damaged and he could even regress.

Chu Qi was about to get up and go to the bed, but thinking of Yan Jiuge’s injuries, he asked, “Do you want to rest too? You were trapped in an illusion just now and your spiritual power was also consumed a lot.”

“Okay.”

Yan Jiuge did not refuse.

The rooms in Menghua Inn were very large with two beds per room. One was in the inner room, while the other was behind a screen.

Chu Qi laid down on the bed inside. Because he was too tired, he only took off his shoes and socks, leaving his outer clothes on his body before he fell asleep on the spot.

While tired, Chu Qi still managed to stay awake enough to shift to the inside of the bed, leaving the other half vacant.

Apparently, he was so tired that he forgot that there were two beds in their room. He just remembered to leave a place for Yan Jiuge.

Out of the corner of his eyes that were gradually closing, Chu Qi saw a tall and straight figure standing beside the bed, as if he was about to come to rest.

Feeling completely relaxed after finishing some hard work, Chu Qi fell into a deep sleep with his head resting on the soft pillow.

Not long after, the sound of shallow breathing resounded in the silent room.

Yan Jiuge stood motionless by the bed, his eyes tracing the outlines of Chu Qi’s face, carefully engraving his features and loose wisps of hair into his memory.

He watched for a long time without blinking. 

Whenever he closed his eyes, the scene from that illusion would involuntarily appear in his mind— pale and cold fingers, pale lips and slightly furrowed brows, lifeless…

“…” Yan Jiuge opened his eyes again. Even if he was just reliving his memories, the pain of Chu Qi’s death almost overwhelmed him.

He won’t.

It wasn’t real.

His Ah-Qi is just asleep now.

He will wake up again.

After standing for a long time, Yan Jiuge finally moved. He bent down and shifted a little closer to the bed.

Because Chu Qi was lying on the inside, it was difficult to touch him just by reaching out a hand.

After taking a deep breath, Yan Jiuge no longer hesitated. Sword energy quietly gathered in his hand, and he used it to cut open his palm and draw out a drop of his heart’s blood.

It seemed like the smell of blood in the air affected the sleep of the person on the bed. Probably because of a healer’s intuition, he was extremely sensitive to the scent of blood. The tip of his nose twitched and he turned over.

Yan Jiuge immediately cast a spiritual technique to isolate his qi so that he wouldn’t disturb Chu Qi’s rest.

Yan Jiuge chanted an obscure mantra and the drop of blood in his hand flew in Chu Qi’s direction. Accompanied by the forbidden red light, it sank into Chu Qi’s forehead, little by little.

“…”

The moment the contract was completed, a restriction immediately appeared in Yan Jiuge’s heart.

If Chu Qi’s life was ever in danger in the future, this blood contract made it so that Yan Jiuge’s own life would be used as collateral.

After finishing this matter, Yan Jiuge finally felt a little relieved.

Nothing, not even death, would take his Ah-Qi away from him.

“Ah-Yan…”

As if sensing the familiar aura, Chu Qi let out a vague murmur in his sleep.

Yan Jiuge was still standing at the edge of the bed, and looked at Chu Qi with a tenderness that even he didn’t know.

“Ah-Qi, rest well.”

“I will watch over you.”

“You will have a smooth life and ascend to immortality.”

“Of course, you can’t leave me…” Even if it was just an illusion, Yan Jiuge didn’t want to see something like that ever again.

His whispers were the only sound in the silent room, but they were blocked by a sound isolation barrier, so as to not disturb the peaceful sleep of the young man in front of him.

—

Just as Yan Jiuge thought that he would be able to watch over Chu Qi like this all night, the dragon-patterned jade at his waist shone with a scarlet light again.

“…”

His fingers closed tightly into a fist, and the veins on his hand appeared and disappeared with Yan Jiuge’s movements as he picked up the jade.

Although Yan Jiuge was disgusted by the Yan family’s summons, he still had to accept them. He had maintained the seal of Yunyin Realm for more than twenty years. At first, it was an imposed responsibility, but now he was willing. If Yunyin Realm collapsed, it would also bring disaster to Yunhua Realm.

Emotionally and rationally, Yan Jiuge had to answer.

But this time, where he was finally able to be alone with Ah-Qi, had to be wasted again.

Yan Jiuge frowned, then turned around and walked over to the window. Pushing it open, he jumped out lightly. He didn’t want to answer the summons in their room. If Ah-Qi suddenly woke up, it would be difficult to explain.

It was already late at night outside, and the bright moonlight shone on the eaves, illuminating the dark-colored tiles and the tall and lonely figure on top of them.

Yan Jiuge sat alone on the roof, casting a barrier around himself.

When the barrier was put in place, Yan Jiuge’s true appearance would also be revealed. Since the dragon-patterned jade was an item from Yunyin Realm, in order to communicate across two worlds and bear the laws of space, he needed to use his full strength.

After he set up the barrier, Yan Jiuge picked up the jade to answer the summons. An anxious voice came from the other end.

“Young Master! Something is wrong! There is a crack in the spatial barrier in Yunyin Realm!”

“…”

The impatience in Yan Jiuge’s eyes faded, and his expression became serious, “When exactly did it happen, and how big is the opening? Can Yan Mingchao repair it?”

“It just happened today, it was fine before. Suddenly, for some unknown reason, a palm-sized crack opened. The Patriarch is gathering people to repair it, and it should be taken care of within two months.”

“That’s fine.” At least Yan Mingchao was not completely useless.

Yan Jiuge was a little relieved, but suddenly thought of something— since there was a crack in Yunyin Realm’s spatial barrier, couldn’t cultivators from Yunyin Realm come to Yunhua Realm?