Bu Wei

Ning Buwei frowned and looked at the baby in his hand.

 

The baby, which was less than the length of his forearm, had its eyes tightly closed, with a flushed complexion and still wrinkled face, and as ugly as a gray skinned mouse, a small thing that he could crush to death with two fingers.

 

It looked like it had just been born, right now, it was crying loudly with an open mouth, crying very hard and its lips were somewhat blue.

 

What the fuck?

 

Ning Buwei was confused for a moment while carrying the child, and was about to throw the child out backhandedly.

 

In the act of throwing it, halfway he suddenly paused, then frowned. Will such a little big thing fall to death if thrown?

 

Ning Buwei put the child down on the gravel beach next to him in great disgust, and continued to reach out to touch the inside of his clothes.

 

Linglong bone, Linglong bone, he remembered putting that broken bone on his body.

 

He’d been feeling for a while but didn’t touch anything. Ning Buwei became dumbfounded at once.

 

Where’s my big piece of Linglong bone!?

 

The great demon couldn’t find the Linglong bone, and the air pressure in his body suddenly dropped. He stared sullenly at the little baby thrown aside by him, and a slightly weird guess came to his mind:

 

Could it be that the ossified Linglong bone, turn into this child?

 

Then should he deep-fry or braise in brown sauce? Or simply refine this little thing?

 

Probably sensing the killing intent from the demon, the baby cried even louder.

 

He was lying naked on the harsh gravel beach, drenched in the cold rain and was extremely cold. His originally loud crying gradually weakened, and was trembling all over. The small face that was slightly rosy before now had turned pale and blue. And after a moment of effort, there was already more air  released and less air intake. (TL: seriously ill and is about to die)

 

Even if Ning Buwei wouldn’t touch the little thing, it wouldn’t last long.

 

Although Ning Buwei was a great demon who did all kinds of evil, killing a newborn child, he still felt somewhat annoyed and uncomfortable about it. He mercifully decided to be patient and wait for the little baby to freeze to death on its own, and then simply refine the corpse of the child to see if it could produce Linglong bone.

 

He was lying on his back on the river bank, unable to move and could only be drenched in the rain, staring boredly at the yellow leaf that would not fall off from the branch, while the crying of the child got increasingly weaker by his ears.

 

Although it sounded like a cat meowing in the rain, as Ning Buwei listened, he still felt very irritable and threatened in a cold voice, “Shut up.”

 

As long as it was replaced by a normal person who knew the three words ‘Ning Buwei ‘, they would be so frightened and piss their pants while continuously rolling away, but unfortunately this child couldn’t even understand the words, and was crying out of breath.

 

Ning Buwei’s handsome face was gloomy, he reached out to grab the child, and said in a vicious voice, “Cry again, and I’ll eat you!”

 

Claws with still dripping flesh and blood clasped on the delicate skin of a child, which was particularly terrifying and creepy.

 

However, the child seemed to have finally found reliance, and the crying sound was not much like tearing apart the heart and lungs.

 

The child caught in his hand was soft with a hint of warmth, as if he had caught a hairless mouse in his hand. Ning Buwei, feeling a burst of aversion to cold, loosened the force in his hand, and the child fell on his chest with a thud.

 

The crying stopped abruptly.

 

“Oh, you’re quite sensible.” Ning Buwei sneered, grabbed the child and threw it aside.

 

“Waaaah!” A sound of crying immediately rang out again.

 

It sounded like there was a “swear to not give up until the goal is achieved” anger.

 

Ning Buwei’s ears hurt from hearing this, and he coldly said, “It’s already rare for me not to kill you, don’t push your luck.”

 

The crying was non-stop, with the inherent stubbornness in his bones, and bound to confront the great demon Ning Buwei to the end.

 

Ning Buwei disliked being provoked by others the most, thus said in an angry tone, “Do you know who I am? It’s a blessing that you fell into my hands and can still keep your soul. Cry again, and I will pull a tendon, take out your bones, and hack you to death. Your soul will be scattered and you will never be reborn forever!”

 

“Waah—waaah—” The child cried extremely miserably, and sounded as if it was about to cry to death alive.

 

Ning Buwei took a deep breath, gritted his back molars, picked up the child and threw it onto his chest.

 

The whole world suddenly quieted down.

 

Ning Buwei stared blankly at the sky, and said coldly, “I want to refine you, you ignorant child and eat your flesh and blood.”

 

The child was lying softly on his chest, still sobbing faintly, and hiccupped occasionally, but it didn’t affect him at all.

 

The child’s hand grabbed a bit of fabric on his front, laid on his chest and sneezed a little.

 

It rained for so long, although the rain was not heavy, it was already fatal to a newborn baby. He was shaking all over, desperately trying to get into Ning Buwei’s arms.

 

But the big warm heat source was very cold, and not even half the heat or breath was distributed to him.

 

Ning Buwei noticed that the little thing was moving back and forth on his chest, groaning and moaning, which was very disturbing, thus he simply closed his eyes and ignored it, and groggily fell into a daze for a moment.

 

A cold touch was felt  on the side of his neck, causing Ning Buwei to wake up suddenly. His crimson eyes were full of murderous intent. He picked up the cold “hidden weapon” only to discover that it was a little hand that was slightly purple due to the cold.

 

The little baby on his body no longer sobbed or groaned at some point. Ning Buwei frowned, and stretched out his index finger under the child’s nose unexpectedly and uncontrollably.

 

The breath was weak and small, and was still a bit warm.

 

Unexpectedly not yet dead.

 

Ning Buwei was about to withdraw his finger, but in the next second, his index finger was grabbed by a small hand. That small fist was no bigger than a walnut, and the child choked out a sob of grievance, and sneezed again.

 

The finger was suddenly wrapped by a soft little hand, with a wholehearted reliance, which made the great demon go stiff all over.

 

Ning Buwei stared at him with a heavy and gloomy aura, and said in a cold voice, “A thing that pushes its luck.”

 

He suddenly remembered that he had lost all his cultivation, even if the child died, he would not be able to refine it right away. On the contrary, it would be those demon crows that love to eat raw meat that would benefit.

 

As a demon who refused to suffer even the slightest loss, Ning Buwei would never allow this kind of thing to happen.

 

After a long while, the great demon struggled to raise his other arm that was severely injured, and that was almost only bones left, to fumble for a spatial storage that could be opened without spiritual power, and poured out all the contents in it.

 

He forgot which unlucky person he snatched it from. There were a lot of high-grade pills with a few robes in it. He pulled out a soft material innergarment, and wrapped the child in it sloppily. 

 

It should be feeling warm, the child hiccupped and held onto his fingers, not letting go, but Ning Buwei ruthlessly pulled them out.

 

He picked up and took a look at a small porcelain bottle containing elixirs, swallowed all the elixirs in it, and finally, with great mercy, left behind a nourishing pill, thinking about feeding it to the child, but as a result, found that this high-level nourishing pill was bigger than the child’s mouth.

 

Ning Buwei: “……”

 

Forget it.

 

He finished a bottle of elixir like eating jelly beans, and gained some strength, but his body was still numb. He could only lie half dead and paralyzed on the gravel, and be chilled and drenched under the increasing rain.

 

The child wrapped up in clothes, seemed to warm up a bit and at this moment, began to moan again.

 

Ning Buwei tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, but it was still empty with no visible reaction. He let out a somewhat irritable ‘tsk’ and lowered his head to face the child on his chest.

 

Then he was presented with an unsightly face.

 

“Who are your parents? How were you born so ugly?” The great demon poked him in the face in distaste, “Or is it that the Linglong bone is too oddly shaped, and transformed into such an indescribable thing?”

 

Naturally, it was impossible for the child to answer him, didn’t even get angry when he was poked in the face and only mumbled and smacked his little mouth.

 

Ning Buwei said, “When I recover my cultivation, I will definitely give you a good time, to save you from feeling ashamed when you grow up, and remember to pick a better-looking incarnation in your next life.” (TL: good time here means “to torture”)

 

Ning Buwei, this ‘not caring about anything’ great demon, was not at all ashamed for bullying a child. After ridiculing the child’s unknown parents, he had to also announce that he still had murderous intentions towards him.

 

“Regardless of whether you are Linglong or not, there is absolutely no reason to stay alive if you fall into my hands.”

 

The child sneezed again, spraying saliva all over his face.

 

Ning Buwei: “…presumptuous.”

 

The child began to cry again, with eyes closed and mouth open, crying so much that Ning Buwei’s head hurt.

 

Ning Buwei, in a fit of temper, wanted to crush him to death with a finger, but when his hand fell on the child’s soft neck, he didn’t use any strength.

 

The child probably sensed his killing intent, and cried even harder. A burst of sapphire-colored light suddenly burst out between his forehead and eyebrows, revealing the imprint of bloodline inheritance that belonged exclusively to Ning Buwei, which also disappeared instantly.

 

Ning Buwei’s expression on his face froze.

 

The child’s eyebrows lit up again. This time, Ning Buwei clearly saw the sapphire-colored lines on it, the lines of a nine leaf lotus —this was the imprint of his Ning family’s bloodline inheritance.

 

The Ning family was huge, and the imprints of each branch were slightly different. Ning Buwei, this eighth generation only descendant, even if he was killed, he would not mistake his own bloodline imprint.

 

The imprint of the Ning family’s bloodline inheritance was sapphire-colored, usually hidden between the eyebrows in normal times, and would only be revealed when in danger or dying.

 

Ning Buwei’s parents had been dead for hundreds of years and it was obvious that it wasn’t his parents who jumped out of the grave and gave birth to a younger brother for him.

 

Living up to now, Ning Buwei admitted that he had encountered many strange people and peculiar things, but this was the first time he had encountered such a weird and bizarre thing——

 

This little brat in his hand is his seed.

 

Closely related, a real son.

 

Ning Buwei, who cultivated the ruthless path, was stunned, and the expression on his face cracked little by little amidst the child’s crying.

 

This newborn baby is his son?

 

Who gave birth to it?

 

He didn’t remember any woman whom he had physical contact with. Could it be that someone took advantage of his severely injured and unconscious state, did the “thing” and gave birth to a son for him, and then threw them in this barren mountain range?

 

Thinking of this, Ning Buwei’s face twisted.

 

Which insane woman is it, daring to break the ruthless path he had been cultivating for five hundred years!?

 

But after thinking about it carefully, Ning Buwei still felt something was wrong. He lifted the child up, “Are you a monster or a human being transformed from Linglong bone?”

 

The bloodline imprint on the child’s forehead lit up again, silently answering Ning Buwei’s question.

 

A Linglong ossified monster will not have this imprint.

 

He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious by the river bank, during which he was completely unconscious, that even if someone slept with him, he wouldn’t know either.

 

This woman is simply, simply – Ning Buwei thought bitterly – shameless!

 

Not only slept with him, but also gave birth to a son for him, and finally left them all here to die!

 

What’s the deal with throwing this brat to him, a person who has lost all his cultivation?

 

The bloodline imprint on the child’s forehead lit up again.

 

“Okay, I know you are biologically—” Ning Buwei then suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking. The imprint of the Ning family’s bloodline inheritance would only be revealed when one was in danger or dying.

 

Obviously, there is no danger at this moment.

 

That means the little brat is dying.

 

Ning Buwei: “……..”

 

The child was wrapped in clothes, and the great demon didn’t notice that a crimson bloodline imprint on the child’s shoulder blades had also lit up a few times.

 

The crimson bloodline imprint was a call for help.

 

The weak cries of the baby went upstream against the surging Endless River, passing through the overlapping peaks of the mountains, the uninhabited swamps, a town full of people, crossing the Wu Shi Sect’s hundred thousand Zongling Mountain’s spiritual veins, and fell into the ears of someone who was in seclusion at a certain peak cave.

 

A person that was cold as frost and snow, suddenly opened their eyes.