Chapter 684
Chapter 684
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 684
>Chapter Title: Ten Emotions
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Chapter 684: Ten Emotions
When Li Huowang, standing in the seawater, realized his emotions were being manipulated, he decisively closed his eyes and silently chanted in his mind, “No! I’m not angry, I’m not mad!”
As he kept repeating it, the towering rage in his heart gradually stabilized. However, this didn’t last long. When he opened his eyes again and the rainwater dripped into them, the violent fury surged back, impossible to dispel.
He could think freely, but his emotions were not his to control.
By now, the Danmin had vanished, submerging back into the water where ghostly shadows flickered in the dimness.
Li Huowang led Lv Xiucai in a frenzied slaughter of them, but with each one killed, the anger in his heart condensed further, nearly burning away what little reason he had left.
Li Huowang knew this wouldn’t do. If he kept going like this and turned into a mindless raging madman, it would all be over.
Facing an enemy of unknown origins who never showed their face, Li Huowang suppressed the fury in his heart. “This thing seems tied to water. A gentleman doesn’t linger under a collapsing wall—I must get away from the water first!”
“Let’s go!! Everyone, go!!” In the pouring rain, Li Huowang, soaked to the bone, shouted loudly at the others.
During this, the Danmin tried to block them, but clearly, with their strength, they couldn’t stop Li Huowang.
Li Huowang and his group fled swiftly from the seaside with men and carriage alike, their lower bodies finally leaving the seawater bit by bit as they headed toward the inland of Rear Shu.
Yet at this moment, that furious expression still hung over everyone’s hearts, showing no sign of weakening.
The anger kept building in their hearts, constantly goading them to suspect their companions with the worst possible assumptions.
By rights, it should have been dawn by now, but the entire sky was a murky gray.
“Why are we still affected!? Is that thing still following us? Where is it!?” Li Huowang, brimming with rage, looked up at the rain-pouring sky and viciously stabbed a dagger into his thigh.
But in his fury, the pain was greatly dulled—he barely felt it at all.
Just then, however, the unbidden anger rapidly faded. But before Li Huowang could feel even a hint of relief, a wave of sorrow gradually welled up.
Unlike the explosive fury of fire, this feeling was like black water in a gutter—subtle but enduring.
They kept moving, as the new emotion gathered in their hearts, dragging out those hidden past sorrows.
This was a situation Li Huowang had never encountered before. The enemy was invisible and intangible, tormenting them solely through the ten emotions and eight sufferings.
His past sorrows kept resurfacing in Li Huowang’s mind, exhausting his spirit and leaving him unable to think straight.
It was like this for him, and naturally for the others too—even the horse pulling the cart halted, silently shedding two streams of tears.
“Wahhh... D-Daddy... Mommy...”
Hearing the woman’s heartbroken sobs, Li Huowang turned to look and saw Yang Na curled into a ball, squatting by the washing machine with tears streaming uncontrollably.
“What’s wrong? We just dumped out your water—why are you so heartbroken?” The worried Li Huowang quickly crouched down and carefully watched Yang Na as he asked.
Yang Na, her eyes red from crying, gently shook her head, tears flying with each shake. “I-I don’t know... I just feel in my heart...”
Seeing her reaction, Li Huowang’s expression froze in shock for a second, as if he’d found the reason.
“Nana! Is your depression flaring up again? What happened? Haven’t you been taking your meds lately??”
“Ever since I’ve been with you, I’ve felt so happy... I thought...” Yang Na said, grief-stricken.
“How could you stop taking your meds!?” Li Huowang grew anxious at once—any mental illness going untreated was a big deal. He stood, grabbed Yang Na’s bag, and frantically rummaged through it.
After a moment, Li Huowang returned to Yang Na’s side with the pill bottle, urgently coaxing her. “Nana! Be good! Take your medicine! It’ll make you feel better.”
“I-I don’t want to take it... Taking it makes me feel bad... I don’t want to... Wahhh...”
Under the crushing weight of intense sorrow, Yang Na lay despairingly on the ground sobbing, helpless as a child, barely able to think straight.
“Nana! Nana!” Li Huowang scooped her up, cradling her in his arms. “Look at me! Don’t be scared—I’ll take it with you!”
With that, Li Huowang picked a few pills from the bottle, tossed them in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
“That’s for depression—what are you taking it for!?” Yang Na’s crying grew even louder.
Li Huowang grabbed a few more pills, popped them in his mouth, and without a word, leaned in to kiss her, gently passing the pills with his tongue.
As Li Huowang slowly withdrew his tongue, he saw that Bai Lingmiao in his arms had calmed down. The sorrow in her heart was gone, and his own mind had returned to normal.
“How’s that? Feeling better?” Li Huowang asked softly.
Bai Lingmiao nodded lightly, but then suddenly turned her head skyward. “Senior Brother Li, there’s something up there!!”
Li Huowang looked up at the sky as well. At some point, the cloud layer had pressed down extremely low, with muffled thunder rumbling from within.
But compared to before, he sensed gazes flickering momentarily! They were back!
“I’ve finally found you!” Li Huowang’s expression grew savage as a fire ignited in his heart—this time, it was his own emotion, not controlled.
Peng Longteng’s figure appeared beside him, grabbing him and hurling him straight toward the oppressively low clouds.
Bai Lingmiao flicked her sleeves, sending two lengths of white silk that wrapped around Li Huowang’s feet, following him up.
In the dark clouds, Li Huowang couldn’t see, but Bai Lingmiao’s mind’s eye proved invaluable now. Acting as his eyes, she guided him toward the enemy.
Thrown high again and again by Peng Longteng, Li Huowang burst through the thick rain layer, and his view suddenly cleared. A transparent entity, formed from incense smoke at its edges, coiled in the air.
It wasn’t a dragon—at least, not like any dragon in Li Huowang’s mind.
As Peng Longteng flung him once more, Li Huowang hurtled toward it. The incense thing didn’t dodge, letting him pass straight through its body.
“Again!” As Peng Longteng, midair, gripped Li Huowang’s left foot for another toss, Li Huowang clenched his eyes shut. “I can touch it—I can touch that beast!”
The next instant, Li Huowang slammed into something like a mass of cotton. Without hesitation, he thrust his sword into it.
“Die!!”
“Splurt.” A sticky, unidentified liquid sprayed across Li Huowang’s face, along with trailing tendrils.
(End of chapter)