Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 51

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The moment Song Ci stepped through the door, every scene in his vision was bathed in an aged yellow light.

Strange scenes flashed through his mind as if those scenes were forcefully imposed on him.

He saw a soaking wet Jiang Liang leaning on a wooden stick as he desperately shoved past the guards at the gate and urged his crippled legs on to the courtyard.1

The guard behind him raised his unsheathed blade with the intention to hit Jiang Liang’s neck, but another man stopped him.

“Why are you stopping me?!” The guard fumed.

“Let him in.” The other man said, “This matter needs a closure.”

“What if he gets beaten to death?!” Song Ci was stunned on hearing this anxious yell.

The two guards were not as malicious as they seemed.

As both of them tugged at each other, Jiang Liang stumbled into the courtyard. Under the pouring rain, he shouted, “Feng Zhuojun—!”

The sound spread so far that the sound of suona stopped.

Song Ci blinked his eyes and found himself standing in the Feng Residence’s courtyard. The rain came down in such torrents that his clothes were soaked through. The cold was further exacerbated by the wind. Song Ci could sense how freezing his body was, but Jiang Liang, who was still in his body, was still standing as straight as a ramrod.

All the sounds came to a stop. The guests in the main hall heard his voice and came out one after another to stand under the eaves to watch the drama. Feng Zhuojun, who was doing the formal bows,2 followed them out.

He stood in the middle of the crowd, dressed in a wedding robe that was glaring to the eyes. There was still a smile on his handsome face, but the instant he saw Song Ci, his expression changed.

Song Ci sharply sensed that the Feng Zhuojun before him was different from the previous one.

However, the next moment, an uncontrollable pain gushed out from the softest part of his heart and engulfed his entire chest so fast that he could hardly breathe.

This was Jiang Liang’s emotion. It was not that potent, but it was hard to bear. This was clearly an incident that happened in the past decades ago. Yet Jiang Liang still felt such vivid pain when he encountered it again.

Song Ci felt the tears brimming in his eyes, blurring everything around him. 

It hit him then, why he had felt as if he had let Jiang Liang down.

It was Song Ci who took hold of Jiang Liang’s hand and led him to re-experience what had caused him anguish decades ago.

All for the so-called truth he wanted to know.

Song Ci’s self-reproach hit him so fast that he did not know how to apologize to Jiang Liang. He could only watch helplessly as Jiang Liang took one step after another towards Feng Zhuojun.

Under the eaves, Feng Zhuojun stood in sharp contrast to Jiang Liang, who cut a sorry figure. He frowned. The expression on his face was unfamiliar. “What are you doing here?”

Jiang Liang walked up to the bottom of the stairs. Ignoring the strange looks he was getting, he raised his head and smiled at Feng Zhuojun. “Are you getting married today?”

Before Feng Zhuojun could answer, the bride lifted her red veil3 and walked out. Hatred filled her face the moment she saw Jiang Liang. With a raise of her hand, she swung a slap at Jiang Liang with such force that Jiang Liang could hardly maintain his balance.