TN: Unedited because I wanted to get this out first. Sorry for the wait!
However, this was the Dream Demonâs illusion. It was the best at using the feelings in the depths of peopleâs hearts. Bringing out their most ancient terrors or rages or bitterness, it could then break down their psychological defenses. Therefore, all these countless hundreds of years, there had been no one (known) to break free.
Shen Qingqiu always wanted to tsukkomi [1] this point in the original work. It was said very plainly, yet for Luo Binghe and Ning Yingying these two medium-sized children to pull around bitterly for a while and break through; Great God Airplane Towards The Sky, please give the demon Elder more face!
Luo Binghe suddenly charged forward, seeming to want to beat aside the people who beat him in his younger selfâs beggar days, but his fists went through their bodies. There was completely no way to dispel the illusion. Fists and feet continued to rain down on that small body.
Shen Qingqiu quickly caught Luo Bingheâs fist and stabilized his body. Calmly, he said: âSee? You canât touch them. This is only the Dream Demonâs trap.â
If it were the Luo Binghe after activating his cheats, ten thousand Dream Demons altogether would be nothing more than tiny tricks in his eyes. But the Luo Binghe right now: the demon blood inside his body hadnât woken yet and was sleeping dormant in the dark depths of his memories and dreams. What he could see was only his helplessness.
Suddenly, the small illusion the two people were in twisted and became another scene.
It wasnât good for Shen Qingqiuâs heart, he was taken unawares and slaughtered!
This was a dilapidated cottage. Inside the cottage, there was only one bed and one crooked little table. On the table was a dim oil lamp and there was a small bench to the side.
On the bed lay a brittle old woman striving to support herself and sit up, not far from death. From outside the door, a small figure rushed in who was just ten years old with a soft and childish face. Luo Binghe supported the old woman as she sat up. Around his neck he still wore that jade pendant. He hurriedly said: âMother, how come you want to get up again? Didnât you say youâd get better if you rested?â
The woman coughed and said: âLying down doesnât get anything done. It would be better to rise from bed and get the clothes washed.â
Little Luo Binghe said: âIâve already finished Motherâs work. Mother, lie down and wait for me to stew your medicine. Eat medicine, your body gets better, then do work.â
Shen Qingqiu already knew there was this scene, but when it played out in front of his eyes in reality, there was no way to be unmoved.
That womanâs face was grayish white, the disease beyond cure; she was at deathâs door. She smiled and touched the top of Luo Bingheâs head: âBinghe, youâre really obedient.â
Little Luo Binghe raised his face, his entire face strongly smiling: âMother, what do you want to eat?â
The woman said: âRight now, I have less and less appetite. Last time our estateâs young master poured out that white congee. Iâm inclined to have a try, but I donât know whether the kitchens have any left over.â
Little Luo Binghe vigorously bent his head and said: âIâll go ask for Mother!â
âJust asking will be fine. If thereâs none left over, just any other regular light and watery dish to fill the stomach will do.â
Little Luo Binghe ran da da da outside like a gust of wind. The woman lay down for a moment, then pulled out needle and thread from beneath her pillow again and began her womenâs work.
The light inside the cottage grew dimmer and dimmer. Luo Bingheâs figure wasnât clear. He reached out a hand to grab something. Shen Qingqiu grabbed his hand and forcefully said: âLuo Binghe! Look clearly, this isnât your mother, you arenât that weak child unable to fight back anymore!â
The dreamâs killing power was based on handicapping the personâs emotions. The more they felt, the greater the damage they received. Like Luo Binghe right now, his instability was a great threat to his life.
Secondly, it was necessary to be careful. The âpeopleâ in the dream definitely could not be attacked.
All these âpeopleâ in the dream were from the dreamerâs own consciousness and heart. Attacking them actually meant attacking your own brain. There were many people who didnât understand this point, or couldnât control their own emotions, and in the dream attacked and grievously harmed their own âpeople.â From then on, they entered eternal sleep.
According to the current situation, if Luo Binghe entered into eternal sleep, Shen Qingqiu would also accompany him and be trapped in the dream.
The surrounding scenery changed unpredictably. The scene changed to little Luo Binghe begging a wealthy young master to give his mother a bowl of congee to eat; another scene change shifted to the time when he just entered Qing Jing Peak, all his apprentice-brothers excluding and making things difficult for him; a small figure struggling to wield a rusty axe; watching a figure carry water buckets up the stairs more and more slowly; his sole treasured jade pendant getting stolen, unable to be found ever again......
The chaos of the scenes continued to unceasingly pile up. At this moment, these scattered pictures and memories made Luo Binghe unable to see anything or hear anything. There was only the resentment, despair, pain, helplessness, fury, and other emotions tangled in a mess churning in his chest and his mind.
This dream was the collection of ups and downs of this young boyâs short ten years of life. Luo Binghe already completely entered into it! His breathing was unsteady and his two eyes were unnaturally red.
Shen Qingqiu felt that standing at his side was very dangerous!
The only way to break the dream was to resolve the tangles in your own heart, then the dream would defeat itself. Luo Bingheâs fist was tightly clenched, his bones resounding ka ka, spiritual power circulating throughout his whole body.
Shen Qingqiu saw his desire to attack rising and sternly said: âCalm your heart! Donât attack the illusions! Hitting them will only hurt yourself!â
But Luo Binghe was already unable to hear any of his words. His right hand raised, spiritual power surged in his palm and flew out, cutting straight towards the people laughing boisterously in the illusion!
In his heart, Shen Qingqiu let out a cry of grief for himself. No matter how painful, his body still cleverly went up and took the initiative to move forward in front of the illusion, using his body to block this fierce attack.
At this time, Luo Binghe was shorter than him by only a little and coincidentally hit him in the lower abdomen.
Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu felt as though heâd been kicked by an elephantâs leg, his eyes growing dark. If this wasnât a dream, he was afraid heâd be spraying out a mouthful of blood......
He was indeed the protagonist!
Shen Qingqiuâs face was full of tears. He was obviously only a little disciple, why could he attack with such a powerful hit...... it seemed that since he opened the OOC function, not only was there not much contribution, he instead had to block knife and block knife and still block knife and continuously to sacrifice his own interests for someone else as a good meat shield!
With this attack by Luo Binghe, the surrounding illusion was broken. The figures of the people and objects all cracked into pieces like shards of glass. The place where they exited was a piece of remote, wild forest. A cold, ancient moon hung above their heads, the sky dark blue.
Once the illusion was scattered, Luo Binghe was suddenly sober. First, he looked at the unable-to-stand, kneeling on the ground and wordless Shen Qingqiu. Then he looked down at his own fist, a trace of spiritual power still remaining and vaguely recalled what he did earlier. His face immediately paled.
Luo Binghe flew to Shen Qingqiuâs side and supported him, anxious and regretful: âShizun! You, why didnât you hit back!â
With Shen Qingqiuâs spiritual power, it was completely within his ability to harm him. With both of their spiritual powers attacking each other, not only could he dissolve Luo Bingheâs attack, he could also turn the attack back to him.
Shen Qingqiu said some words from the heart: âSilly child.â He smiled weakly: â......The original purpose was for you not to get hurt. If I hit back and hurt you, would there be any meaning?â
Luo Binghe listened to Shifuâs weak voice and even thought of taking a palm to his own chest and killing himself, âBut the one hurt right now is Shizun...... this disciple should be dead ten thousand times over!â
The matter of the Demon Realmâs three trials hadnât been over for long and he already let Shizun get hurt because of himself, this time even hit by him directly!
Shen Qingqiu saw the childâs face overflowing with self-blaming agony and softened for a rare moment, comforting: âThis masterâs cultivation is strong, being hit a few times doesnât matter.â
Luo Binghe would rather Shen Qingqiu viciously beat and scold him with biting sarcasm as he had in the past. His heart would feel a little more comfortable. But Shen Qingqiu was so warm and his words so soft that he was struck dumb and unable to speak, his heart somehow feeling even more helpless.
After a long while, Luo Binghe said in a low voice: âItâs all my fault.â
No no no no no, itâs not your fault. Truly at this early stage you are walking the route of sadly abandoned, warm little pure white flower. How can you be blamed?
Shen Qingqiu thought Luo Binghe had fallen into a tangle of self-reflection and taken the matter to heart. Patiently, he said: âItâs not your business. Demon Realm people have despicable methods that cannot be avoided. However, if donât want to have something similar happen in the future, you can only become strong.â
This was a âthe weak are the prey of the strongâ world. Becoming strong was the only guarantee and method against going with the current and becoming cannon fodder!
Luo Bingheâs heart was moved and he didnât speak. He suddenly raised his head and his two eyes stared firmly at Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiuâs heart thumped.
Luo Bingheâs obsidian-black eyes held a light more brilliant than the moon and the stars.
This......this kind of gaze!
This filled with âdetermined convictionâ and burning morale emanating from the protagonistâs gaze!
Could it be...... I already became the protagonistâs motivational star?!
Luo Binghe knelt by Shen Qingqiuâs body and with a resounding voice said: âI understand.â
Shen Qingqiu: Wait a moment, what did you understand this time? Could you not leave things half-said every time? Tell me the rest!
He didnât notice that as these words left Luo Bingheâs mouth, he didnât call himself âthis disciple.â [2] Luo Binghe firmly clenched his fists and opened his mouth again, enunciating every word: âFrom now on, these things...... I definitely wonât let them happen a second time.â
Letting Shizun protect his weak self, letting Shizun suffer injury for him...... these things, will absolutely never happen again!
Shen Qingqiu responded with a cry of unconditional assent, âMm.â
......Whatâs going on. Suddenly thereâs a feeling of âgetting covered in the protagonistâs reassurance,â whatâs the matter with this?!
Reassurance my ass, this person in the future is going to slice you into a human stick; wake and sober up a little, Shen Qingqiu!
Becoming the protagonistâs life teacher [3] was a Max vanity that Shen Qingqiu was very satisfied with, though it wasnât quite right in flavor.
Fuck. Originally, the belief for âbecoming strong to protect his important peopleâ should have happened when the protagonist was confronted with the pitiable and charming female lead who helped him and got hurt for his sake. Afterwards there was a model scene of tender gasps opened. According to this meaning; system, arenât you piling all the female protagonistsâ scenes onto me?
âEnd Chapter 17â
[1] Tsukkomi: Using this Japanese term because itâs probably more familiar to you and the Chinese term used is a transliteration of it. Meaning is âto question or comment creatively on something ironic/funnyâ and is often oversimplified to mean âcomplain, grumble.â
[2] âThis discipleâ: In Chinese, the most formal way of speaking makes you refer to yourself as âthis discipleâ or âthis masterâ and etc. according to your station and who you happen to speak with. Luo Binghe not referring to himself as âthis discipleâ with Shen Qingqiu takes away that social barrier. XD
[3] Life teacher (人çéè·¯ä¸çå°å¸«): Literally âlifeâs pathâs teacherâ or âteacher for lifeâ but Iâm using this form to differentiate it from regular teacher. This specifically refers to someone who teaches you how to live â like your parents, grandparents, etc.