I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 150 If Life Could Only Be Like Our First Meeting (9)

Li Tingyun has had bad luck since childhood.

When he was eight years old, both his parents died, and he began to wander the streets with a big yellow dog.

At the age of twelve, he went to Daoxuan Sect to participate in the Immortal Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony. Unfortunately, even though he stood out in the trials, he was rejected because of his insufficient mixed spiritual root aptitude.

Even more unfortunately, Mei Shiyu pleaded for him and took him to find Master Zong Pingsheng. Just when things seemed to be turning around, he turned around and found that there was no way out and there was a cliff in front of him.

By a twist of fate, Li Tingyun lost her footing and fell to her death from the towering peak.

His soul returned to the underworld.

After suffering in hell for 130 years, he finally succeeded and was freed by relying on the chaotic energy in the abyss.

In the decades that followed, he single-handedly built the Taiji Palace and the Four Symbols City, rapidly developing his current power, which is unstoppable.

In this matter, he was indeed as Mei Shiyu had said, everything went smoothly and he was successful in everything he did.

That's because he had already hit rock bottom in the first half of his life.

It couldn't be lower than it gets.

So no matter which way you go, you're climbing upwards.

The dragon is hidden in the abyss.

For many years, whether he was in the depths of despair or at the pinnacle of success, Li Tingyun never went back to search for his body that had fallen from the foot of Wanren Peak.

He was not worried that the original owner of the body would be maliciously exploited.

Because his soul and his spiritual power are strong enough—that's really a pointless statement.

Having endured 130 years of hardship, his soul and spirit can no longer be described by the mere word "powerful," but no other word can express it as intuitively as these two.

To put it another way, his soul was so powerful that it defied description, truly defied description.

There is a special connection and resonance between the soul and the body.

The two are interdependent and influence each other.

With Li Tingyun's spiritual power, if his physical body is attacked by external forces, possessed by wandering ghosts, or exploited by someone with ulterior motives, he will definitely be able to sense the danger and quickly launch a counterattack.

However, his original body has rarely shown any signs of danger, remaining remarkably "peaceful."

Li Tingyun knew that his body should be well protected.

His soul went through a process of being torn apart and then reassembled. Each wisp of his soul spent hundreds of years in different hells. This process was no less than being reborn or undergoing a nirvana.

What enabled him to do this was that his physical body was well protected; it was not returned to dust, nor was it destroyed by dismemberment or burning.

While the soul can be reborn through other means, if the physical body is completely destroyed, the process of the soul's rebirth will be extremely difficult and lengthy.

Not to mention, Li Tingyun's soul was torn apart and was not complete. If his physical body were to suffer a calamity at this time, he might not be able to hold on.

After all, the torment from hell is endless. Li Tingyun saw no hope at the time, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold on. He secretly resolved to endure until his bones rotted away. Even if he was defeated by fate, which he couldn't change, it was better than being defeated by his own voluntary surrender.

He was determined to hold on until the very last moment.

But sometimes he hopes the "last minute" will come sooner.

Each time he awoke from the chaos and found himself still conscious, he knew that his remains were still there, and it wasn't the last moment yet; he had to keep going.

He persevered through an endless cycle of "wanting to die" and "not being able to die yet."

Li Tingyun knew that the original body was safe and had guessed that Mei Shiyu had kindly taken care of his affairs after his death... Only Mei Shiyu would be so kind.

He assumed that Mei Shiyu had placed his body in some kind of gold, silver, or crystal coffin and buried it in a cool, shaded place, so that it wouldn't rot away day by day.

But he never expected that his corpse would be picked up by Mei Shiyu and hidden in the secret realm of the Bodhi Ring, where it would grow into an incorruptible skeleton, and his blood would soak into the Green Frost Sword, giving birth to a sword spirit—these two actually secretly developed sentience?!

Damn it, those two bastards are always hanging around Mei Shiyu, living a pretty comfortable life, so their mental state is naturally very stable.

Because the original owner was too peaceful and never threatened, Li Tingyun rarely received any feedback.

Until the day Mei Shiyu "drove" the Undying Bone and the Sword Spirit away.

Mei Shiyu used his mental power to stimulate the Undying Bone, and only then did Li Tingyun, who was far away in the Taiji Hall, sense it. The original body's condition and situation... seemed to be quite different from what he had thought?!

The two scoundrels were finally kicked out of the harem, their good days were over, and with nowhere else to go, they could only come to Li Tingyun, to find the host of their souls.

Li Tingyun used his mental power to control the two of them, refining them into a complete physical body—the Undying Bone merged with the Sword Spirit, growing flesh and blood, transforming into the ultimate form of a zombie, the Drought Demon.

The appearance of the drought demon would bring calamity and terror to the world, but Li Tingyun did not dwell on these things. He himself was already the greatest scourge in the world, so what was a drought demon or zombie?

Without any psychological burden, he turned the drought demon into his own clone.

The original body in which Li Tingyun's soul resides was transformed from an object in the Demon Abyss. Although the original body has been found and evolved into an immortal drought demon, he cannot simply discard this body now.

Therefore, the original owner had no choice but to become his clone.

Normally, the clone and the main body are combined into one, forming a single entity.

But whenever Li Tingyun wanted, the drought demon, as his clone, could leave his body at any time to do other things for him.

The two established a spiritual connection, and the original body could sense whatever the clone was doing.

For example, if the drought demon were released and crushed someone's skull, Li Tingyun would have a feel for it.

However, Li Tingyun generally does not allow his clone to leave his body.

Because the drought demon has developed intelligence.

If we let them out, they might turn against us.

Li Tingyun was certainly not afraid that the drought demon was too powerful and that he would be unable to subdue it and would instead be eliminated—that would be too ridiculous.

Faced with the real soul of the original body, the drought demon's intelligence was just a wisp of ethereal "qi". Li Tingyun could extinguish it at will. If the drought demon stubbornly regenerated such a wisp of "qi", Li Tingyun would extinguish it again. No matter how many wisps of "qi" it regenerated, Li Tingyun would extinguish them again, never giving it a chance to rebel.

Li Tingyun wasn't afraid of the drought demon rebelling; he was afraid that the demon was simple-minded and physically strong, and that if released, it would definitely go back to find Mei Shiyu, continue to cling to him, and pester him relentlessly until death.

After the drought demon became an avatar, Li Tingyun received the memories of the birth and growth of the Undying Bone and the Sword Spirit over the past two hundred years. These memories were about the torture of shaving flesh and being slowly sliced ​​to death, the blood sacrifice to the Green Frost, and also about being inseparable and deeply in love.

The soul and the original body are the same entity. Just as the drought demon's longing for her was deep in her bones, so too was Li Tingyun's.

But he had to suppress his unruly clone.

You must also suppress your restless heart.

Rather than saying he was fighting against his alter ego, it would be more accurate to say he was fighting against his true self.

As it turned out, he couldn't win the argument.

Whether it was fate, destiny, or will, Mei Shiyu was getting closer and closer to him. Unaware that he was in danger, Li Tingyun couldn't control himself either. Whenever he saw Mei Shiyu, he wanted to get close to him.

Furthermore, she wanted to be intimate with him.

To take it a step further, I most want to have sex with him!!!

"..."

Li Tingyun breathed a sigh of relief. The drought demon had been sent out on its mission, but he could clearly sense that the walking corpse was very dissatisfied with its task. It didn't want to be too far from Mei Shiyu and couldn't wait to come back.

"Immortal Mei, come here."

"Ok?"

Mei Shiyu was extremely lax in his guard against him.

He called him over, and he went over without hesitation.

Asked: "What's wrong?"

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He was pulled into Li Tingyun's arms!

Mei Shiyu stood frozen in place, completely unable to move.

This wasn't out of shock; it was a statement of fact: his body was out of control, he couldn't move.

It was as if someone had ambushed him, struck his pressure points, or used some kind of magic to subdue him.

Li Tingyun gently embraced him, her movements so careful they barely looked like a hug.

His two arms were wrapped around Mei Shiyu's back, one hand hovering loosely over his lower back, while the other hand didn't even touch the back of his head.

Mei Shiyu tried to push him away, but her body still couldn't move.

He felt his spiritual energy flowing smoothly throughout his body, and this insurmountable barrier did not originate from within his body...

It's purely an external constraint.

He instantly thought of the willow vine bracelet on his wrist!

Even now, Mei Shiyu was still rationally analyzing the situation and finally came to a conclusion: Li Tingyun lacks martial ethics!

"Immortal Mei, you...hold me tighter?"

Li Tingyun tried to speak.

Mei Shiyu was startled and involuntarily wrapped his arms around Li Tingyun's waist, holding him very tightly. Li Tingyun was pulled forward by him, and the two were pressed close together, with almost no gap between them.

"No, no... let me go..."

Mei Shiyu pressed his cheek against Li Tingyun's chest. In his haste, he realized that he could speak, but with him holding him so tightly, his words of "no" seemed like a lie, which was quite comical.

Mei Shiyu was extremely ashamed and furious at the same time. Li Tingyun was playing a trick on him!

"I'll let you go after I count down to ten, okay?"

Li Tingyun hugged him tightly and counted carefully, "Ten, nine, eight..."

He wanted to use this method to dispel the dissatisfaction of his clone, and at the same time satisfy his own desires a little, but this was just scratching the surface and quenching his thirst with a mirage.

Li Tingyun said, "Immortal Mei, let me tell you a story."

Mei Shiyu said, "You just counted to five."

"..."

"Four."

"Didn't you want to know about my past?"

"three."

"How about I tell you about my encounter with a fairy when I was a child?"

"two."

Mei Shiyu remained focused and didn't fall for his tricks. Finally, he counted down to "one" and announced that time was up.

"Let me go... huh?"

A drop of water fell into Mei Shiyu's neck.

He was shocked.

"Li Tingyun, are you... are you crying?!"

Li Tingyun looked up at the dark, heavy rain clouds in the sky and said, "Yeah, I cried. You wouldn't let me hug you. I was going to cry myself to death."

One drop, two drops, several drops—cool, refreshing water droplets landed on my hair, the back of my hands, and my face.

Mei Shiyu said quietly, "Are your eyes raining?"

Li Tingyun deliberately said, "Yes."

Mei Shiyu got angry, "You're shameless! Let me go!"

Li Tingyun stopped teasing him, smiled and said "okay," and helped him take off the willow vine bracelet from his wrist.

Neither of them expected that this hug would be the most intimate contact they would ever have in their lives.

It started to rain. Mei Shiyu summoned Qing Shuang, which transformed into an oil-paper umbrella. He opened the umbrella, tilted it, and sheltered himself and Li Tingyun from the dense, needle-like rain.

Li Tingyun was looking up at the sky with his back to him. The dark cloud in the sky appeared strangely, and the rain was falling for no apparent reason. The rain stung his face as it hit him...

Suddenly, a sky-blue oil-paper umbrella came into view.

The rain stopped.

It was as if the sky had cleared after the rain.

Li Tingyun turned around and looked at Mei Shiyu, seemingly lost in thought.

He held an umbrella over him to shield him from the rain, a scene that evoked long-forgotten memories.

The day he fell off a cliff when he was young was also a rainy day like this. Mei Shiyu put the oil-paper umbrella, which was transformed from the Qing Shuang sword, into his hand and told him: Wait for me to come back.

Unfortunately, he didn't get a turning point.

The drizzle fell on the umbrella, a soft, persistent sound that, though noisy, was not disturbing. It perfectly complemented the quiet atmosphere between the two, and on this rainy day, people felt even more at peace.

Li Tingyun took the umbrella handle from Mei Shiyu and said, "Let me do it."

He was taller, so Mei Shiyu had to hold the umbrella up the whole time, and the umbrella would sometimes press down on his head.

He said to Mei Shiyu, "That cloud overhead must be the Night Wanderer, kept by Judge Cui Jue. He's a bit odd; he always keeps strange and unusual things around."

Clouds bring rain; wherever the night spirits roam, rain will always fall.

Mei Shiyu looked up and suddenly saw several faint red marks on Li Tingyun's face.

He pointed with his finger, "Wait a minute, what happened to your face? Was it because you got wet in the rain? Could it be... that there's something wrong with the rainwater in this area?"

Upon hearing this, Li Tingyun had a sudden realization and understood.

It wasn't the rain that was the problem; it was that he himself... had fallen in love.

There is only one river in the entire land, the River of Oblivion. The moisture absorbed by the two clouds that roam day and night can only come from there. Therefore, the rain that falls is the water of the River of Oblivion.

Lovers cannot cross the River of Oblivion. To cross this river, one must walk across the Meng Po Bridge, drink the Meng Po soup, and forget past lives and all worldly affairs. Otherwise, one cannot cross the river. If one accidentally falls into the river, one can only swallow the bitter consequences.

Li Tingyun was naturally not afraid of this; he could walk across the bridge without drinking the Meng Po soup.

But this does not mean that the waters of the River of Oblivion have no effect on him.

On the contrary, the river is probably the biggest threat to him in the entire region.

Even if the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu were to fight him personally, he might not be able to get a scratch on his face.

Li Tingyun wiped her face with the back of her hand, relieving the stinging, itching, and even burning sensation.

Correspondingly, the redness on my face has also lessened considerably.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mei Shiyu, as if possessed, also reached out and caught some rainwater.

A very subtle discomfort spread from his fingertips.

The skin that had been wet by the rain didn't turn red, but it did feel a bit uncomfortable.

Seeing that his wet wrist was still fair, smooth, and clean, without any reaction, Li Tingyun couldn't help but feel a little complicated, but could only smile and let it go.

He thought to himself: This rain is pouring down, it's so damn annoying!

That stupid dark cloud in the sky just hovered right above their heads.

They followed each other as far as they walked.

It's entangled.

It has absolutely no sense of perspective, it's completely brainless, no, it has no brain at all.

It is just a cloud.

Li Tingyun was in a bad mood, and even the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be having a bad time.

Mei Shiyu felt that the rain stopped in an instant, and she didn't know why it stopped abruptly.

With a "thud," an obsidian-like spirit core fell to the ground.

Li Tingyun happened to be passing by and stepped on it, smashing it to pieces. The movement was extremely casual, and it looked like it was an accident.

He also caught another "big white cloud" that was following the night wandering god red-handed.

The spirit core was removed, leaving behind a piece of warm white chalcedony.

Mei Shiyu closed her umbrella and asked, "Do you have a grudge against Cui Jue? Why bother with two monsters?"

“I have no grudge against him, but…”

Li Tingyun also crushed the "white chalcedony," palm down, scattering powder all over the ground.

She turned slightly to the side and smiled, "I'll do whatever I want."