Chapter Text
“Did you hear? The An Ding peak lord of Cang Qiong sect self destructed!”
“Ha! Heaven has eyes, that traitorous spy finally got his retribution!”
“Aiya, Ol’ Wang, your tongue is too wicked, to speak ill of the dead! Perhaps the peak lord still had a conscience, and shattered his soul because he could not live with the guilt of collaborating with demons!”
“What an implausible explanation, a self-serving fellow like that, how could he have a conscience! I heard, what Mobei-jun asked him to do was too cruel, even someone as spineless as that would rather self destruct!”
“Ah, now you mention it, my mother's brother’s second cousin’s wife said, not only did the peak lord serve him on the battlefield, Mobei-jun also wanted him to service the king in bed!”
“Think about it. Why else would someone as cowardly as him care about honor, ah? Clearly, the humiliation was too great to bear!”
“These demons truly have no shame! First Luo Binghe, that collaborator with the demon race, covets his pure and upstanding Shizun, now this Mobei-jun, lusting after his own subordinate, even in death he will not let him rest in peace!”
“Ah?”
“A traveler from the north told me, a wandering cultivator who witnessed with his own eyes, that vile demon still keeps the body in his fortress, in his own room, doing who-knows-what to it every night!”
“This Shang Qinghua, indeed deserves such a fate! That’s what you get for collaborating with demons!”
//
(5 years later)
“...one shichen...no, half a shichen more, please, Shizun...mm mmm mm...”
Ah? What is this, soft and mushy, the beds at An Ding are clearly harder than his little air-
Mud! A pile of rotten mud! Ah, which shixiong is it again, who decided to play a prank on this poor, defenseless -
That’s not right.
Isn’t he already a peak lord? Not that he spends much time sleeping on the peak, ah! With all the work from his spoilt second-generation demon son, how would he have the time to take...
Aiya, stop thinking, stop thinking, be more down to earth, let’s first dig ourself out of the soil before getting to the bottom of this!
Only...when Shang Qinghua tries to sit upright, his limbs refuse to move. Like a vegetable rooted in the ground, the Great God Airplane cannot get up, let alone shoot, ah!
Might as well lie down, rest a little as he waits for his strength to come back - this feeling really is quite weird and nice, in both his lives before, Airplane had never experienced the sensation of waking from a long, refreshing nap!
After spending great effort, like a lotus from the filth, or the member of a lecherous lord, he is able to rise, look around at his surroundings...ah, judging from the human-sized hole some chi away, it seems like Cucumber-bro has left without saying goodbye! What a heartless shixiong, no wonder no one suspected you weren’t Shen Jiu!
The sun is bright, Shang Qinghua, time to get up!
...never mind, let’s sleep in today.
//
to be continued...