in time, fluax

chapter 1: back

The last thing Shen jiu remembers is swallowing the shards of Xuan Su. He thought he had finally ended his misery, but no. When his conscious returned, he felt himself laying on a soft surface. Nothing like the cold and hard floor of Huan Hua palace's water prison.

He didn’t ache all over either.
 Shen jiu opened his eyes, wait eyes he only has one, but he knows he just opened two. His hands moved to rub them... HANDS?!

He jumped out of the bed, he and his vision darkened from the sudden movement.
He looked down, he has his legs as well.

 He looked around taking in his surroundings. It was without doubt his bamboo hut. Shen jiu found himself sticky with sweat. There was a sudden roar of thunder outside, a flash of white is shown through the window.

 Outside the world was silhouetted by dark clouds and thunder but it seemed to be nearing dawn. Shen jiu felt hazy, slowly bits and pieces of his former life trickled through. Shen jiu panicked, he didn’t understand what was happening. Shen Jiu did what he always did, he ran.

He grabbed a sword out of pure reflex, at least that’s what he thinks he grabbed. His body did that on his own because only God knows how long it has been since he even had the limbs to hold one.

There was a pouch tied to the sword he noted from the Connor of his eye.
That’s all he let himself do, now he was just going to run as far as possible from here, he didn’t bother put on shoes or robes over his inner ones. He forgot the last time he even did that.
 Within all honestly Shen Jiu was terrified. He wanted to leave this place and find a hole and spend the rest of the dream there, because of course this was just another dream crafted by that clever brat.

He didn't consider the possibility that this was real. He believed that it was another dream crafted by the beast. It seemed so real, but the annoying boy was improving at that. He naturally thought it was him as Luo Binghe would plunge his world into nightmares each more lifelike than the latter.
 
 Once outside he looked around at what seemed to be Qing Jing peak. The peak looked beautiful and peaceful. Not in ashes as it should be. He ran again trying to get as far as possible.

The brat was someone he wished to kill, he should have done so at the immortal Conference. In fact, if he ran into him here, he would simply just kill him, he didn't care what kind of damage it would do to his soul. The boy came to him and wanted revenge, really, the other peaks punished their disciples just as bad. True he was hasher to him, but he shouldn't have been messing up on his peak all the time.

He also shared the same name as the qiu bastard. Luo Binghe somehow also resembled Qiu Jainluo. What was more he reminded him of himself, but he had a mother, he had someone. At the immortal conference he had mercy on the brat. He was a heavenly demon, they were particularly immortal.

He wanted the boy to stay away, it was better than staying there as people were coming, if the brat was caught, he would be suspected of the attack and be tortured if he was not dead already by Shen Qingqiu. Not to mention it would also ruin the reputation of the sect. Shen jiu normally wouldn't care but he didn't want to stain Yue Qingyuan.
 So, he pushed him into the abyss instead of killing or leaving the boy in the other sects mercy. At that time, he actually pitied the boy knowing a few things to expect, but he had a chance of survival. He could live and start a life in the demon realm.
 Why didn't he just stay away?
Plus, he gave him the most bitter tea imaginal in their first meeting. He must have done it on purpose, the boy was a good cook so there’s no way he messed up the tea that bad if not with the intention to.

Ungrateful bastard.

 "Shizun"

 Ning Yingying appeared before him. She was fully dressed and looked to be around 10, so he didn't have the chance to kill the little beast in this dream.