Chapter 801: Chapter 482: Knowing I’m Just a Lecher
Dugu Chanyi’s heart was filled with a dead-ash-like despair, even faintly numb, letting it be, with only the physiological reaction of rejection to vomit because of the foreign object in her mouth.
Suddenly, at this moment, she felt the strength of this shameless Confucian scholar seemed to lighten a bit…
Dugu Chanyi attempted to spit out the handkerchief from her mouth.
He didn’t notice? A good chance…
Dugu Chanyi had no time to be happy, the next second she suddenly turned her head fiercely and bit the man’s right arm that had gradually become still in front, and he neither retreated nor shied away, allowing her to bite down accurately.
Only within three breaths.
There was fresh blood seeping out between the man’s skin and muscle and the woman’s sharp teeth, quietly flowing down,
the heart of the exquisitely beautiful widow filled with a mixture of hate and joy.
The taste of blood between her lips and teeth seemed to be some kind of addictive delicacy, making her bite down hard, unwilling to let go.
“I’ll bite you to death!”
She raised her chin in delight, her lips newly stained with rouge intensely red; she glanced at him with eyes turning upwards, her gaze defiant, but the next second, her lashes suddenly trembled, having been somewhat stunned.
The young Confucian scholar, without her knowing when, had gradually stopped moving.
He was at that moment turning his head, looking at some part of the ground beside him.
His face expressionless.
Under Dugu Chanyi’s trembling gaze, she saw that on the ground there was lying quietly a flawless White Jade Token, and a sachet with clumsy, rough embroidery…
At this moment, Zhao Rong was seated by the bed, the Great Li’s Empress Dowager, revered by tens of thousands, lying enticingly restrained upon his lap.
His left hand hung straight down, the saliva-soaked handkerchief had dropped onto the floor below.
The right arm was dripping with fresh blood, dyeing most of the arm red…
Yet at this time, his gaze was not stopping on these things at all.
The young Confucian scholar’s body didn’t move a bit.
The Heart Lake Demon Dragon was wildly dancing.
His gaze calmly looked at that piece of the ground.
After a moment of quietness in the air, lips tight, silence from him moved suddenly.
Paid no attention to the sharp teeth still biting into his right hand, bent down, extended his left hand, yet retracted halfway.
The left hand wiped on the garment over his chest.
Then reaching again, he picked up the two tokens of everlasting love with certain two women from the ground.
The young Confucian scholar lowered his gaze, after picking up he didn’t glance at the White Jade Token or sachet even once before sliding them directly into his sleeve, turned his silent gaze, looking at the still beautifully fierce woman biting into his right arm.
He said nothing.
Silently watching her.
The blood on his arm flowing quietly.
Within the pavilion, one sitting and one lying, their four eyes met.
“Huh…huh…”
Dugu Chanyi’s eyes rolled upwards, her expression somewhat dazed, at a certain moment quietly loosened her teeth, her alluring body couldn’t help but shrink back a little.
This Confucian scholar changed again.
Dugu Chanyi was very sure.
Her eyes trembled a bit, actively shifted her focus away.
Even just now, almost violated by another him, her innately proud self was not afraid at all.
However, facing this him at this moment…
Zhao Rong reached out and untied the rope binding Dugu Chanyi, then immediately stood up.
Dugu Chanyi, who originally lay on his lap, released from the delicate hands, directly fell to the ground.
Without a trace of tender affection.
Zhao Rong walked to the side, distancing from the exquisite woman on the ground, sitting down again on the stone bench.
With his elbows on his knees, joining his large hands together covering his face, regardless of the fresh red blood on his left hand, he vigorously rubbed back and forth over his face.
Then the young Confucian scholar lowered his head, blood-stained fingers plunged into thick black hair.
His lowered expression unseen.
“I saw it.”
He softly spoke.
No one answered within the pavilion.
Dugu Chanyi was not far off, cautiously watching the young Confucian scholar sitting on the stone bench cradling his head.
He sat on the bench, curling up his body, his body sometimes tense, sometimes slack, in between these states, accompanied by bursts of inexplicable twitching.
The young Confucian scholar seemingly muttered to himself occasionally.
“Gui, I saw ‘heart’ and also ‘nature.’
He nodded.
“I shouldn’t have suppressed it before.”
The Sword Spirit did not reply.
Within the Heart Lake of the young Confucian Scholar, the water still splashed, desires surged, and demons danced wildly.
One by one, the evil dragons at the bottom of the lake churned wildly and frantically.
However, his current outward appearance was as calm as an ancient well.
There wasn’t a single sign of madness.
The young Confucian Scholar chuckled softly, and in the Heart Lake, he candidly said:
“I want her.”
“I really want her.”
“She’s very beautiful, the most beautiful in Li Territory, more beautiful than almost any woman I’ve ever seen, second only to Qing Jun and Xiaoxiao.”
“She is the Regent Empress Dowager of the Li Dynasty, the mother figure of Great Li, noble in status, and still a young, charming widow—ha, a newly widowed woman… This identity is very enticing… at least I find it enticing, especially after seeing her silhouette at the mourning hall a few days ago.”
The young Confucian Scholar paused in his speech.
He smiled as if chatting about family matters:
“Oh, and her dancing and slender waist are also the best in Great Li. Tut-tut, I just touched it a few times, and it indeed felt incredible, sublime haha.”
“Gui, actually, I quite like women who can dance, hmm generally their waists are quite nice, able to handle all kinds of positions.”
The young Confucian Scholar gasped a few breaths, then said with intense fervor:
“I want to possess her, to fiercely claim every inch.”
Yet, in between his words, his hands suddenly exerted force, clutching his head tightly.
Blood from the wound flowed more vigorously, forming a line of blood, trickling down, soaking his robe.
“I am a lecher, hmm, I am a Cao thief. This is… ‘understanding nature.'”
He said.
The next second, the young Confucian Scholar suddenly slackened his body and raised his head abruptly.
Within his blood-smeared eyes, his gaze remained undisturbed.
“But, I cannot, and will not do this.”
He articulated slowly, his tone still calm.
“She is Li Wangque’s mother, Li Wangque… calls me Teacher.”
“I have no feelings for her; today is the first true meeting, with no emotions involved.”
“In recent days, I could indulge desires with Qing Jun, Qian’er, and Qingdai without worries, but at this moment, with the Dugu clan, I cannot.”
The young Confucian Scholar nodded.
“That’s right, I once said ‘I want it all,’ but the original intent of ‘I want it all’ was to hold the hand of the beloved woman, leaving no regrets. But it cannot become my excuse to covet the beauty of unfamiliar women and recklessly take women to bed. It’s unfair to Qing Jun, to Xiaoxiao, to Qian’er… to strangers.”
Upon finishing his words, he fell silent for a moment, then smiled:
“Moreover, I would also despise such a Zhao Ziyu.”
The young Confucian Scholar leaned backward, resting against the stone table.
He raised his bloodied hand, tilted his head, and wiped the corner of his eyes.
“This… is my true intention, I cannot truly touch her… this is not about suppressing myself, but rather, acting according to my true intention.”
The young Confucian Scholar laughed joyously.
“Gui, this is ‘seeing heart.’
“It turns out ‘seeing heart and understanding nature’ isn’t about relentlessly suppressing my desires and thoughts, forcing myself to become a desireless deity. Rather, it’s about not avoiding, actively embracing all desires, and then sincerely facing my true intention, knowing what I truly want, whether those long-maintained beautiful things are worth the fleeting desires, and then… choosing to act or not act.”
“Just like you once said, even if I fall into the Demon Path, it must be a clear choice of mine, not forced.”
“Therefore, my choice after ‘enlightenment’ this time is… not to be an old lecher, hmm, although I know intrinsically I am, but not now.”
Within the pavilion, Zhao Rong widened his eyes, staring straight at the pavilion beam above.
“Seeing heart and understanding nature… seeing heart and understanding nature… ha, Gui, after candidly facing all the desires in my heart, it seems a bit clearer… what this thing you call ‘Dao’ is, it’s… very pure, like… pure azure glaze…”
He appeared dumbfounded, eyes unblinking, within the chaotic Heart Lake overrun by malicious dragons and rampant demons, seeing faintly a pure azure glaze hue.
As it was during that day tens of thousands of years ago at the edge of the Vermilion Bird Constellation, amidst the vast blood haze and thousands of Demon Dragons, stood the indestructible skeleton of a Martial Artist.
After the young Confucian Scholar finished speaking.
The Heart Lake was silent for a moment.
A Sword Spirit nodded.
“Good.”