Three hours before Murong Wuque called Qin Li Watching Alvin’s pulse disappear was like a dagger straight to his heart. He didn't wait. He didn't have time to think. He moved fast. His formation discs appeared, and he set up a soul trapping array, preventing Alvin's consciousness from dissipating. Then came the soul binding array. Murong Wuque felt a sharp stab on his chest, then his spirit sea. His bond with Alvin had cracked, dissipating. Forcefully trying to repair it might lead to Murong Wuque losing his divine emperor cultivation, or ending up with a damaged spiritual consciousness himself. But he didn't stop to consider these. He couldn't. The outline of Alvin's soul appeared above the bed, but it seemed to be asleep…luckily. If his soul was awake, he would be considered truly dead, and ready to cross over. Murong Wuque opened a jade box, revealing a black ring. The most powerful artifact in his possession. The stone of divinity. The stone had numerous abilities. The

The music got softer, turning soothing. Murong Wuque's breath evened out, and the fire, thunder and metal elements in his left hand disappeared. He exhaled slowly, and opened his eyes. Thick blood clouded his eyes, hiding his irises. His clothes were drenched with sweat, and he slowly stood up on unsteady feet. The moment his feet touched the floor, the golden stone shook. He carefully made his way forward, like he couldn't see what was in front of him. His footsteps left blood prints on the floor, as if his soles were peeled open. He made his way to Alvin, and felt for the bed, then he slowly sat down beside him. It all felt so strange to him. Previously, with his eyes closed, he could still find things as clear as day thanks to his powerful spiritual consciousness. But this time, he didn't just lose his sight, he also lost his ability to form bonds with the environment. His fingers moved lightly on the bed, till it touched Alvin. He followed the lines of his body up, til

Murong froze like a slab of cheese left in the winter cold. His hands trembled, and he wanted to toss the kid out. “Don't throw it.” A soft voice whispered behind him. He slowly turned towards the speaker. It was his sister’s detained spirit. She gradually stopped the music and her zither disappeared. “Children can't control their impulses, please don't throw him. Take him to the bathroom and clean him up.” “I won't! I can't.” Murong Wuque dumped the kid on the couch and screamed, stamping his feet on the floor. He felt like crying. Now he had to clean up wastes from a stupid gremlin’s body too. He hurried to the bathroom and turned on the water, ignoring the crying kid. He kept scrubbing his hands with hot water, till it turned red. Yet he didn't stop. In the room, the kid kept crying. Murong Wuque collapsed against the wall, and tears clouded his eyes. Why did he have to suffer so? Why was every bad thing happening to him? Now his skin has been corrupted. He took dee

Murong Wuque carefully stripped Alvin naked, to examine the level of damage. “An Kai, I can't see it anyway. Don't feel violated.” He muttered, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. Alvin’s fingers subtly moved, but Murong Wuque didn't notice because he couldn't see. On second thought, he covered Alvin with a towel. He looked around the room and spread his spiritual consciousness. His sister's detained spirit had gone back to the golden stone acting as its spectral gate. Except for the baby who was dozing off, there was nothing else. Murong Wuque's cheeks were flaming, turning to a bright pink color. The thought that Alvin was currently naked and under his mercy made him feel a bit awkward about the matter. The strange feelings ravaging him made him feel like a wicked pervert. He exhaled a shaky breath, counting one to ten. “He's just a patient. A patient. Nothing special.” He repeated the words to himself, and took Alvin’s hand, ready to examine him. His organs wer

Alvin didn't know how long he remained unconscious. He felt like he was already dead. All he could see was himself, trapped in a pitch black desert, suspended in the air and floating like dust. Was this the afterlife? How about the baby? It was too dark to see anything. Suddenly he saw a silver cord descend from the sky. In this strange place, he seemed to have no control over his body, just moving around. But it surprisingly felt good. No pain, headache, worries were nonexistent. He almost relaxed back. He had spent the past few years working too hard, over drawing his body and strength. Wasn't it also good to stay like this? Numb and lazy. He could finally rest. However, the silver cord that pierced this place felt familiar. Too familiar. It bore the aura of someone he could never forget, and he instinctively wanted to move towards it. This place was good, but that silver cord. He instinctively found himself trying to reach it. Surprisingly, in this numb space, he felt his ches