Shen Yuan had already read this plot in the novel: a cultivator, resentful of his own sect, decided to sell his reincarnation and soul to demons to murder anyone who stood in his way.
Luo Binghe barely dodged another blow with soft gasps and counterattacked with effort, while Shen Yuan controlled his stony gaze when in reality he felt like a little kid in a candy store, you can't blame him! This chapter (46, actually) is the best of all: zero wife subplots, just Luo Binghe fighting a worthy opponent and unleashing every attack he'd learned throughout his life.
That didn't stop Shen Yuan from being slightly worried, especially when they reached the climax where the deranged cultivator managed to get behind Luo Binghe and was about to run him through with his cursed sword. What if something in the plot had changed? And what if his beloved Binghe gave up training to lock himself in the kitchen and bake those delicious sweets? No, forget the pessimism! Luo Binghe will turn around at the last moment and, with a clean cut, sever the cultivator's head.
After all, he's protected by the protagonist's aura.
What he hadn't counted on was a light tender caress on the palm of his hand and instantly a white and silver blur flashing past his right, heading straight for the epic battle. The figure bumped its back against Luo Binghe's, shoving him almost comically and... the unpleasant sound of flesh, bone and fabric being pierced echoed across the field.
Every time he had tea with Liu Qingge or accompanied him on hunts that just happened to coincide with the beast he was most interested in that week, the first thing that came to mind was that in the modern world, Liu Qingge would most likely have been diagnosed with adhd. But wasn't his shidi adorable holding a conversation while toying with the tassel of his sword between his fingers?
Now all those thoughts were repulsive as he looked at the master of Baizhan peak, the god of war, the person who had remained by his side since his transmigration, lying on the ground completely still with a sword piercing his stomach.
Luo Binghe slowly approached Liu Qingge until his boots were damp with the pool of blood, knelt down and trembled as he touched his neck.
"Liu-shishu...?"
Silence.
Luo Binghe slowly raised his gaze to the now disarmed cultivator.
Everything turned red.
















