Broken Trust
The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (人渣反派自救系统) belongs only to Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (墨香铜臭). The author only borrowed to satisfy the intake and stress caused by the final assignment called THES(H)I(T)S.
Warning: EYD is incorrect (please help with correction), Typo, OOC (This is needed for the story), Indonesianized Mandarin. Fuck Yue Qingyuan (I'm so annoyed with this hypocrisy). Fuck Luo Binghe (I'm also VERY annoyed with his characters. Especially BingGe). Fuck them all. I will wrap Shen Jiu up and take him as far away from Cang Qiong as possible.
If you don't like it, please don't read it. Thank You.
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Shen Qingqiu couldn't sleep these two months.
Even Inedian cultivation couldn't maintain his body any longer. He needs sleep.
He wanted to, but couldn't.
Thanks to his fellow matrial siblings who were always breathing down his neck and constantly reminding him about his health and how dual cultivation was not good for his gold core and health and—
"Xiao-Jiu, stop going to brothels, your health seems to be getting worse these few days, you should rest in your peak and—"
CRACK.
The folding fan in Shen Qingqiu's hand broke and something inside Shen Qingqiu snapped like a thread that was too thin to hold it all together.
He no longer cared that they were still in the middle of the rainbow bridge, where everyone could see him lose his cool. He no longer cared if after this they all found him pathetic. He didn't care if his disciples saw him and thought him ungrateful.
"Stop? You want me to stop visiting them? WHY DO YOU THINK I'M VISITING THEM?"
Shen Qingqiu very rarely raised his voice, so his shout this time attracted the gazes of the other peak lords as well as the disciples who turned to see what was happening.
He paid them no mind and chose to raise his head and glare at Yue Qingyuan who was in front of him.
The look of guilt and sadness that Yue Qingyuan made made his anger rise even more and Shen Qingqiu couldn't hold it in any longer.
"OKAY! IF YOU COULD REPEL THE NIGHTMARE THAT HAPPENED TO ME WHEN YOU LEFT ME! IS IT WRONG IF I VISIT MY SISTERS?! PEOPLE WHO SHARE NIGHTMARES WITH ME?! THEY UNDERSTAND ME MORE THAN YOU!"
Yue Qingyuan looked like he had been slapped. "Xiao-Jiu—"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT NAME! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT? DON'T CALL ME BY THAT DAMN CURSED NAME! YOU REMIND ME OF MASTER QIU JIANLUO, YOU BASTARD!"
Shen Qingqiu didn't even notice that his eyes were hot and his cheeks were wet with tears.
"You know what he did to Xiao-Jiu when you left him? Do you know how he calls Xiao-Jiu when the little slave becomes a sex doll, forced to warm his bed?"
The words were spoken slowly, but with all the silence surrounding them, everyone could hear him clearly, especially when Shen Qingqiu started laughing hysterically.
"You know what he said? 'Xiao-Jiu, you are so warm and beautiful.' 'Who will help you, Xiao-Jiu? Everyone left you.' 'Poor Xiao-Jiu, being a sex doll to serve me is a blessing for you' 'Xiao-Jiu,' 'Xiao-Jiu,' 'Xiao-Jiu,' 'Xiao-Jiu,' ' Xiao-Jiu!' I'M SICK OF HEARING IT!"
Anyone who saw would probably think that Shen Qingqiu had gone mad as he cried and laughed before crying again while pulling his own hair.
"I hate men. I hate them for what they did to me—they wanted Miss Haitang—they lusted like animals for me and Miss Haitang—how can men like them exist?"
Shen Qingqiu's nails now started to scratch at his own body amidst his cries and wails, making Mu Qingfang and Shang Qinghua try to stop him, but Shen Qingqiu backed away with a frightened expression.
"Shen-shixiong, you have to control yourself! You are starting to experience qi deviation!"
Shen Qingqiu ignored him, but when he saw Yue Qingyuan's expression that looked like Shen Qingqiu had just tried to kill him, anger filled Shen Qingqiu again.
"Tell me, Qi-ge. Do you remember Da-jie? Er-ge? San-jie and Liu-ge? Do you remember Xiao-Lian? What about Hua-jie? Do you remember any of them?"
Shen Qingqiu laughed hysterically again when Yue Qingyuan showed no signs that he remembered their other slave siblings.
"You even forgot your fellow slaves. How far have you thrown us, Yue Qi? You don't even remember Da-jie at the Warm Red Pavilion."
"You all insult me, ridicule me and say that I am a lazy young master. That I'm a leech who wants to touch my own niece. But what do you guys do?" Shen Qingqiu laughed and laughed again like he had lost his mind.
He pointed at Liu Qingge who was standing with a shocked expression not far from them. "You always come to my peak as you please, forcing me to fight with you and when you lose, you even scream about my dishonoured. You disturb my studies with my disciples, but you scream that I'm in the wrong? You never even worked on your own peak's files!"
He then pointed at Qi Qingqi, smiling bitterly at one of his shimei. "You always hate me and gossip about me. Accusing me without evidence just because I visited my sisters in a brothel. You don't like me because Yue Qi never gives you affection that I don't even want."
One by one, all the other peak lords were appointed by him and he began to spill everything they had done to him all these years, leaving them all speechless with shame.
Shen Qingqiu was still laughing and crying at the same time before he suddenly stopping and looking up at the sky.
"Is… is it a sin if I live?" he asked who knows who.
"Shixiong…" Mu Qingfang carefully stepped closer, "Shixiong, we understand… please rest."
Shen Qingqiu chuckled, sounding very bitter and fake. "I am very tired…"
"You can rest, shixiong. We will take care of you, you can rest assured, we now understand our mistake." Mu Qingfang had not yet fully managed to get close when Xiu Ya came out of its sheath and flew low in front of Shen Qingqiu.
When Shen Qingqiu with a dazed expression stepped on top of Xiu Ya, Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge, Shang Qinghua and Mu Qingfang shouted at the same time, trying to hold Shen Qingqiu away.
"Xiao-Jiu!" / "Shen Qingqiu!" / "Shen-shixiong!"
Hearing him, Shen Qingqiu laughed with tears rolling down his cheeks. His gaze was blank, making everyone who saw him feel the devastation that Shen Qingqiu felt.
"Qiu Jianluo, I already killed you… why are you still haunting me? A-Luo, am I not a good slave? I never went against your orders…"
"Xiao-Jiu! It's Qi-ge!"
For the first time, Mu Qingfang snapped at Yue Qingyuan. "Zhangmen-shixiong, please stop calling Shen-shixiong by that name! Shen-shixiong's mental state is unstable and that name makes it even worse!"
"A-Luo, is there no way for me to get away from you? Aren't you dead? Why are you still following me? Do you want to punish me? Have you cursed me to never gain freedom?"
Shen Qingqiu didn't even seem to hear them anymore. He just flew them over Xiu Ya with a blank stare and tears still rolling down his cheeks.
He looked like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Just when Liu Qingge tried to touch him, Shen Qingqiu sped away at a speed he had never done before, making Liu Qingge yelp in surprise and chase after him followed by Mu Qingfang and Qi Qingqi.
Unfortunately, they couldn't find Shen Qingqiu, and he wasn't even in the Warm Red Pavilion.
(When the woman called Da-jie slapped Yue Qingyuan with a furious expression and the other two men called Er-ge and Liu-ge tried to harm Yue Qingyuan while shouting angrily and cursing at him, they had no other choice but to retreat and return.)
The atmosphere on Cang Qiong mountain had been tense for two whole months. Not to mention all the disciples whispering and gossiping about Shen Qingqiu's past. Plus after Shen Qingqiu left, Ning Yingying, one of Shen Qingqiu's female disciples, cried hysterically and begged the heavens to bring Shen Qingqiu back.
("Please, please, bring my uncle back, please return my Baba to me, don't take him from me—" Ning Yingying wailed. "Forgive me for not knowing, please come back, Baba, forgive Ying-er, Ying-er won't do it again, Ying-er won't call Binghe-shidi 'A-Luo' anymore—")
And when four months later Shang Qinghua returned to the sect carrying the Xiu Ya fragment and Shen Qingqiu's disembodied headpiece, the entire Qing Jing peak cried hysterically and shut themselves away. They didn't even let Yue Qingyuan come to visit their Shizun's altar.
("I found the fragments of Xiu Ya and this headpiece in the middle of a pool of blood. Shen-shixiong's clothes were torn apart and I couldn't take them back. There was nothing else I could find besides this." Shang Qinghua said in a trembling voice and a deathly pale expression.
The Qing Jing disciples cried and wailed when they heard it. Some of them even fainted. Ming Fan's expression as Shen Qingqiu's successor paled and he shakily accepted what was left of his Shizun.
"…Ming-shizhi, we will help you with—"
"No need, Mu-shishu. We will take care of Shizun's funeral ourselves." Ming Fan interrupted, this time with a blank expression that made Mu Qingfang worried. "As Shizun's successor, I banned all of you from visiting Qing Jing peak."
Mu Qingfang and the others couldn't say anything else after that, because Ming Fan didn't give them a chance at all.)
Shen Qingqiu was dead, and they could all only regret his passing.
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Far from mainland China, Shen Qingqiu—Shen Jiu exhaled and stretched his body. Beside him, Xiu Ya in human form brought him a tray containing tea and breakfast.
"Where are we going, Master?" she asked.
Shen Jiu humming. "To a place very far away." he answered.
This time, there was nothing holding him back from traveling the world.
He's free.
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