The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 268: Secrets

Chapter 268: Secrets

*Warning its a sad Chapter*

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The day seemed to unfold in a surreal manner, like a beautiful dream after a turbulent night. From the emotional breakdown of the previous day, they had transitioned into a harmonious and loving throuple moment in the morning.

They engaged in light exercises, and their later breakfast was filled with calming and subtle vibes that wrapped around them like a comforting embrace.

As Xu Feng basked in this sense of calm and contentment, he couldn’t help but feel that life was perfect at this very moment. Yet, beneath the surface, a nagging feeling of strangeness lingered.

The events of the past few days had been filled with bizarre occurrences, from the world hopping experiences to the revelation of "immortal" beasts who didn’t seem all that special to Xu Zeng.

The mysterious figure of the Xuan ancestor, the hidden secrets of the "immortal" beast families, and the mystery of how Xu Feng, who should have been born in this world, found himself in the modern world—all of it should have driven him to seek answers.

However, instead of going on a relentless quest for the truth, Xu Feng found himself reclining beside a serene pond in the back of the Nanshan estate, behind the courtyards, a space he had rarely used before.

The beauty of the surroundings, especially in the spring, added to the surreal feelings washing over him. The vibrant scenery, with blooming flowers and the gentle babbling of the water, made it seem like some or all of this was just a strange dream.

But the dream didn’t endure for long.

Xu Feng and Xuan Yang lay on either side of Xuan Jian’s thighs, savoring the pleasant spring temperature and the breathtaking mountain views. The backdrop of the landscape threatened to lull Xu Feng into a peaceful slumber, despite his well rested state. His taut nerves, strained over the past few weeks for various reasons, were temporarily eased, and the temptation of sleep grew stronger.

It was at this peaceful moment that Xuan Yang broke the silence. His voice was clear and unwavering as he began to narrate the stories Xu Feng had been so preoccupied with a few weeks earlier.

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Xuan Yang’s voice, which usually had a soothing effect, now sent shivers down Xu Feng’s spine. And not the good kind. The words he spoke seemed to form an eerie chant, and as they reverberated in the quiet setting, they took on a sinister undertone.

"Occasionally, there will be those of strong immortal blood roaming the older mountains like Nanshan," Xuan Yang began, his voice a mix of calmness and foreboding. "It’s unknown where the ’ancestors’ went into seclusion. With the time limit drawing near, the forests aren’t safe. The elders will get involved too."

’Elders.’

"Of all clans, everyone wants to inherit the blood of the ancestors."

’Inherit.’

"It should be our generation and our children, but greed is uncontrollable."

’Greed.’

The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place with each word Xuan Yang uttered. Xu Feng’s stomach churned, but this time, it wasn’t due to illness; it was a instinctive reaction to the unsettling truths he was uncovering. The bitter taste in his mouth now felt preferable to the bitter reality he was swallowing.

For so long, Xu Feng had held the belief that the people of Dongzhou were inherently more innocent and virtuous than those beyond their borders, both in the rest of the Zhoujin world and even his modern world.

But now, he was confronted with the harsh reality that appearances could be deceiving, and the darkness of greed and ambition lurked even in the hearts of those he had considered innocents.

As Xu Feng lay curled into a semi fetal position, his head resting on Xuan Jian’s thigh, the soothing circular motions on his back offered some comfort, but the disturbing picture of the Zhoujin world had already been etched into his mind.

It wasn’t the most pleasant image, but it was a consistent one.

His time with Xu Zeng in the third world, the world between worlds, had been brief, and their stories had been somewhat lacking in detail, yet it was enough to align with Xuan Yang’s account.

The two narratives, one from his long lost brother and the other from his husband, painted a grim and sickening portrait that matched disturbingly well.

Yet, neither Xu Zeng nor his lovers knew of each other’s stories. They had different sources of information, but they both understood that this world was far from idyllic, and the cultivation realm was not a place of rainbows and butterflies.

Xu Feng couldn’t help but ponder what life would have been like if he had remained in his modern world, blissfully ignorant of the grim realities of this cultivation world. Would it have been preferable to face a zombie apocalypse as the naive boy he had been six months ago?

In truth, he had no answers to these questions, but one thing he did know was that his heart ached. It ached for the gifted children born in this backwoods continent, because the more extraordinary their talents, the more likely they were to be sacrificed before they even had a chance at life.

Survival here required a powerful backing, but having too strong a backing could lead to one’s downfall. It was a cruel and twisted game where the players, claiming to be of ’immortal bloodlines,’ were nothing more than humans with a trace of demon beast heritage.

Their pursuits were aimed at extending their lifespans and inching closer to their ancestors, which, taken out of context, might seem simple. But when the pieces of the puzzle were assembled, it all became horrifyingly clear.

The people beyond the Dongzhou continent were willing to consume the unhatched eggs, and the children of the hatched eggs all the same. The weaker individuals within the Dongzhou continent were even prepared to devour their own great grandchildren. Their own blood.

The distinction between monsters and humans blurred, and in this world of cultivation, morality had taken a backseat to ambition and power.

As the weight of this revelation settled upon him, Xu Feng couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sadness for the innocents caught in the crossfire of a world that had lost its humanity.