Junior Brother Pays Respect to You: Chapter 45 - Midnight Visitor
Chapter 45: Midnight Visitor
Qin Su’s sudden words made Qin Zheng freeze.
Before he could even say what he had prepared, everything suddenly went black.
Qin Zheng cried out in his heart: Damn, it's too late!
Sure enough, the next second, a chill swept over him.
Looks like he was back.
By now, the night had grown so dark he couldn’t see his fingers in front of him.
But that wasn’t a problem for Qin Zheng.
He stretched out his hand, and a small flame flickered to life on his fingertip, instantly illuminating the entire room.
That made it much easier to find things.
Qin Zheng turned to the desk in the bedroom, and sure enough, there was an oil lamp on it.
The fire conjured by spells consumed spiritual energy. While a tiny amount, it was still a significant loss for Qin Zheng.
He reached out and touched the lamp’s wick, and the oil lamp lit up.
At the same time, the flame on his finger vanished.
When it came to spiritual energy, better to conserve what you could.
With the lighting problem solved, Qin Zheng looked at the pile of things scattered on the bed and began tidying them up.
It was nighttime already, and cold too—whatever needed thinking could be done from under a warm blanket.
He laid out the bedding he had bought from town earlier, then quickly crawled into bed, still fully clothed.
But it was still freezing under the covers.
Qin Zheng suddenly missed his mountain cave with its cold repelling array.
No matter what, it was far more comfortable than here.
He didn’t even know why he’d insisted on staying here in the first place.
Now that he was settled under the blanket, Qin Zheng finally had time to calmly reflect on everything that had happened.
Wei Feiluan—an esteemed rogue cultivator—had deliberately lured him away from home, not to silence him, but to extract his spiritual root.
Originally, a spiritual root was of little use to an ordinary person. Yet Wei Feiluan had purposefully left him—someone without a spiritual root—at the foot of Yu Jingchen’s mountain, ultimately leading to his being taken in by his master at Tianque Sect.
And that directly resulted in him becoming a strange being—neither human, immortal, nor demon.
Qin Zheng didn’t believe it was mere coincidence that he became his master’s disciple.
So what exactly was Wei Feiluan’s true goal?
No matter how much he thought about it, Qin Zheng felt there was still one crucial piece missing—something that would tie all the pieces together. And that something, he likely hadn’t encountered yet.
Should I go back and investigate again?
He reached into his robes, touched the time scroll, and pulled the blanket tighter around himself, thinking maybe he should just spend the winter back in the cave.
Maybe he had just grown used to staying in a warm cave, because now, even this room at Tianque Temple—
Once the warmest place he knew—felt cold.
Knock knock—
Suddenly, two knocks sounded from outside the door.
Qin Zheng froze, wondering if he’d heard wrong.
This was Tianque Temple in the mountains, not some town down below. How could anyone else be up here in the middle of the night?
Especially in winter?
Knock knock knock—
The knocking came again, this time sounding more urgent.
Qin Zheng was now sure—someone was really knocking. Startled, he sat up and stared at the door for a long moment.
There really did seem to be a shadow outside.
At the very least, Qin Zheng was a trained rogue cultivator. As long as ghosts and monsters didn’t hurt him, he wouldn’t be afraid.
And he didn’t think the person outside was hostile.
After all, the door at Tianque Temple was no fortress—if it were someone evil, they could’ve kicked it down already.
Since they’d knocked politely, Qin Zheng had no choice but to drag himself out of bed and go open the door.
The moment the door swung open, a gust of cold wind mixed with the scent of blood rushed in.
What met his eyes was a pair of weary, exhausted eyes.
“Qin... Su?”
Despite the blood spattered across the man’s face, Qin Zheng immediately recognized him.
It was the Qin Su he had gone to great lengths to see again.
All the faces from his past began to overlap with the one in front of him. He looked both familiar and strange.
Qin Su’s white robes were now stained with dark, mottled blood—it wasn’t clear if it was his own or someone else’s.
But it was obvious that he’d just come out of a brutal fight.
Qin Zheng noticed that in Qin Su’s left hand, he held a black-red sack, also soaked in blood.
Looking closely, something inside the sack was still squirming—it was alive.
Qin Su barely glanced at Qin Zheng, then walked straight into the room like he was returning home. He tossed the filthy bag onto the bed.
Qin Zheng stared in shock as the brand-new bedding he’d just bought was instantly stained with blood, but he couldn’t bring himself to get angry.
Before he could recover from the heartache, he noticed that the sack—its mouth untied—had begun to open up.
The first thing that emerged was a small child’s bare bottom, followed by a chubby-limbed baby crawling out.
The child looked about one year old.
Freed from the bag, the baby immediately started moving toward Qin Su.
But then, suddenly sensing something, it stopped.
Then Qin Zheng saw it—that baby was staring fiercely at him with glowing red eyes.
A demon child?
But in the blink of an eye, the baby who had looked so menacing suddenly turned into a quiet, well-behaved little thing, sitting peacefully on the bed and staring at him.
If not for the blood all over its face and body, Qin Zheng would’ve really thought this was just a normal child Qin Su had picked up on the roadside.
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