After Being Betrayed, The Immortal Master Ran Away With The Demon Venerable

’s sea of consciousness, could it? Was he currently in Yan Xuan’s memories?

 

Then, the child in that woman’s embrace, was that Yan Xuan?

Yi Ning went closer to take a look.
The child’s thin, exposed wrists were covered in rashes and scars. 

That pair of eyes were fragile in a way Yi Ning had never seen before.

Yan Xuan was terrified.
Yi Ning wanted to reach out to hug him, but his body only passed through them.

Her face was bleeding from being beaten by the wooden board, yet not a single tear fell from the woman’s face, she only stared at the man with eyes full of hatred.
Hugging Yan Xuan tightly, she said lightly to him, “Xuan’er, we’re leaving.”

The mother and son supported each other and staggered out of the study room, only to be greeted by a splash of hot tea from the incoming housekeeper. 

The hot tea scalded her wounds, and the woman’s face contorted, the python marking on her body becoming more prominent.

The housekeeper spat at them and scolded, “Filthy beast.
The moment I step out, I see such a dirty thing like you.
Who let you leave the woodshed? Get back in!”

“Mother.” Little Yan Xuan hugged the woman, his finger lightly pressed on the woman’s face.
Tears shone in his eyes, but not a single drop fell.

Yi Ning’s heart ached and he couldn’t say a single word.
So, in the past, Yan Xuan also knew how to cry. 

“Motherf*cker, what a jinx.
A cheap demon woman dirtying my eyes.” He heard that man continue to scold, even as he walked away.

The tea trickled down her hair and dripped onto the floor.
The woman stroked Yan Xuan’s hair and said, “Don’t cry.
In the future, all of these things will have to be paid back by Xuan’er on mother’s behalf.”

Yan Xuan nodded, then forced the tears back and clenched his fist, declaring, “I will definitely kill all of them! Definitely!”

Everybody here, all these people are the real beasts! 

The black fog rose up again.
Yi Ning thought he knew the reason why Yan Xuan wanted to kill humans, yet unexpectedly, when the fog dispersed, the person in front of him was still Yan Xuan.

At this point, he had already grown much taller and looked to be 14 or 15.
He was still incredibly thin and had been tied to a wooden pillar.

At this age, Yan Xuan was still being humiliated by those people? Were they still human?

Yi Ning took a look at his surroundings and found that the room they were in was a kitchen.
Yan Xuan was tied to a pillar beside the stove. 

The soot from the stove stained his clothes black.
He hung his head and looked no different from a dead man.

A few people walked in, Yi Ning recognised one of them as Yan Chengyun.

 

He also participated in humiliating Yan Xuan?

“Oi, is it true that a half-demon’s blood can increase cultivation? This person is filthy, is he carrying any diseases?” Someone spoke, and Yi Ning was frozen in his place. 

They couldn’t possibly–

Yan Chengyun sounded incredibly proud when he replied, “Relax, he’s a slave that my family raises, we’ve all used him before.
In any case, he’s a half-demon, so there’s no harm in giving it a go.”

When he finished speaking, he rummaged around the kitchen and produced a knife, as well as an empty bowl.

Yi Ning’s pupils shrunk as he understood what they wanted to do. 

Extracting blood… extracting blood.
Yan Xuan had always hated having his blood extracted.

The gleaming knife blade reflected Yan Xuan’s downturned face.
There was no spark of life, and he didn’t even move, as if he had already forgotten what fear was.

But obviously the last time he saw him, he still knew how to cry.

With a ripping sound, Yan Chengyun tore away Yan Xuan’s sleeve and slashed downward with his knife.
Fresh blood splattered onto his face, prominently highlighting his cruelty and maliciousness.
Yan Chengyun smiled as he reached out a hand and directed the fresh blood gushing from his arm into the empty bowl. 

“One cut per person, don’t cause a fatal wound.
Come.” After Yan Chengyun collected the blood, he was like a hospitable host welcoming his friends who had come from afar, saying, “Don’t worry, this demon spawn’s regeneration ability is incredibly strong.
He’ll be fully healed after a while.”

This was his own little brother.
He treated his brother as an elixir for cultivation, freely giving it out to strangers for a taste.

Completely inhuman, no different from a wild beast!

The crimson blood filled Yi Ning’s eyes.
He tightly clenched his fist, his nails nearly tearing into his palm. 

He doesn’t want to watch anymore, he can’t watch anymore.
Yi Ning’s breathing quickened, and he nearly couldn’t breathe.
He reached out a shaking hand to cup Yan Xuan’s face, but could only watch as it phased through his body.
The youth hung his head and closed his eyes, like he was going to stop breathing at any moment.

He wanted so badly to cut those ropes and save Yan Xuan.

Did they rely upon Yan Xuan’s blood for days, years, on end to increase their cultivation?

How many cuts had Yan Xuan endured, how many times had he experienced such humiliation, and how many times had he nearly been driven to death? 

“F*ck! Why did it catch fire!?” It was unknown who did it, but someone had accidentally caught fire to the thatch by the stove.

Yan Chengyun cursed, then ran out of the kitchen, calling for someone to put out the fire.

 

Yet the fire grew larger and larger, just a few pails of water were unable to extinguish it.

The only thing in Yi Ning’s eyes was Yan Xuan.
He was still in the sea of flames, and his clothes had already caught fire. 

Yan Xuan will die, nobody will save him.

“As expected of such a filthy thing.
Seems like the Heavens are taking this half-demon.” Yi Ning heard someone outside the kitchen say this.

No, that isn’t true, Yi Ning wanted to say. The filthy one isn’t Yan Xuan.

Inside the kitchen, Yan Xuan heard this and seemed to finally have a reaction.
He chuckled lightly, then lifted his head to look at the flames surrounding him. 

He murmured something that Yi Ning couldn’t catch, but from reading his lips, he could tell that he was saying–

–The Heavens are unworthy to reap my life.

The fire had nearly reached his feet by then.
Yan Xuan struggled furiously and managed to collapse the pillar he was bound to.
The wooden pillar had caught fire and was burning, so naturally it became much more fragile.

He placed his wrists, bound by rope, into the flames and endured the pain of being burned alive, slowly burning away the many layers of ropes looped around his wrists. 

His wrist was burned red and the flesh was already blistering, large patches of skin sloughing off.
Yan Xuan gritted his teeth and didn’t pull back an inch.

Yi Ning closed his eyes.
He really couldn’t continue watching.

So, Yan Xuan used the flames to burn away the ropes, as well as his own flesh, and finally attained his freedom?

Yi Ning tremblingly opened his eyes.
This time, he met Yan Xuan’s calm gaze.
Black, with a hatred as deep as backwater.