Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

Nuyun sat listlessly against the tall oak tree. The forest silence almost eerie if it weren't for the sounds of leaves rustling the air.

Not a single animal was in sight.

Long has it been since he had last dreamt. So long that he'd began to believe, dreaming was an impossibility.

Funny how his long await dream, was of his mother.

Words cut deep when you least want to hear them. Yu han may not have succeeded in convincing, but sure enough he succeeded with guilt.

In the furthest corner of his mind, thickened by blackened fog. A woman's cries was all that could be heard.

"Mother is sorry, mother is sorry..."

The woman's voice was hoarse, she had repeated this phrase god knows how many times. It'd reached the point, 'sorry' was all he could identify his own mother by.

Always apologizing, always crying, never would she smile.

Was this all he was to her? A passing regret?

He closed his eyes in silence.

His heart's bleeding was lulled by the clattering of leaves. Focusing his full mind on every sound.

In the far off distance. To the west a cave full of bats, wings slightly trembling with each passing breezing.

To the east, a family of stone apes, transverse vines. Unbeknownst to them, up ahead would spell their end. Two phosphorus dragons sat within a bush, l.i.c.k.i.n.g each other clean.

To the north, an open, far reaching forest that goes on for miles. Most creatures were tiding up their homes as far as his ears could tell.

To the south, from which he had come. an outstretch of grasslands, calm without trouble. Only he knew how dangerous that field was. Disguised so peacefully only to be a land of death, waiting to swallow you whole.

He opened his eyes, the torrent of guilt had calmed into still waters.

If pain alone can't deter his path, then guilt has no place to try.

. . .

It took Nuyun a considerable amount of time to get to his feet. blood loss had sapped him of all his color, and strength. But he still made it up. Standing tall.

His feet carried him north, right through that far reaching forest.

Most of the land had been soaked by torrential rain, making for a muddy venture. But none of that seemed to bother Nuyun. As if the land was dry, unable to leave a spec on his otherwise pristine self.

He hadn't traveled far when he started coughing out blood and saliva.

The ever onslaught of pain, hadn't stopped in the least. Actually becoming worse as time progressed. Feeling the mountain press deeper and stronger with every step.

"Be silent leech. So impatient to eat this lord. Be wary, might you bite off more than you can chew." Gripping his c.h.e.s.t, a cold voice lacking any form of emotion, came from beyond the mask which had gained a wound of its own. A crack spreading from top to bottom.

A hissing laughter pervade his core, directly transmitting itself to his mind. Like a snake wrapping itself slowly around its prey, drowning in the ecstasy of its plight. Soon very soon it's long awaited dinner was to be his.

The coughing fit continued without end.

Irritated, not willing to surrender just yet, Nuyun directly breaks three of his ribs, ruthlessly sending in spirit energy to his dantian, injuring himself even more in the process.

This angered the poison spirit snacking upon Nuyun's essence energy.

But what could it do? He was no match for Nuyun. Even though it had brought him to this point, you have to know it took him centuries to accomplish.

So he became an obedient little puppy, stopping its meal after being scolded.

'Just you wait, soon very soon. Ehehehe.' The impatient poison spirit laughed, already l.i.c.k.i.n.g his lips.

A moment of peace, the coughing fit had abated.

A self depreciating laugh escaped his lips. He who had no match, he was the strongest, one whom all feared, was reduced to a meal for a leech. It was quite comical if you think about it.

He had become so indifferent, it was as if the one who was dying wasn't himself. A great and powerful divine emperor such as himself had probably never been so low. So close to death.

Not allowing this moment to pass, Nuyun continues his journey through the woods.

. . .

Switching from land to trees, hoping to get a better view. His mind was whirling with ideas.

What kind of place would he want as a grave? Maybe a quiet meadow, or perhaps atop a hill, looking over the lands.

His eyes close, imagining such a scene.

Nuyun might be the first of many, who'd have such serenity whilst imagining their own resting place.

Normally there'd be some defiance, hope for life, fighting against the heavens! Yet, there was none of that.

Just a pure serenity.

A heart that has long given up.

. . .

Crack.

His thoughts unwind when something falls in his hands. His mask, that has been with him for many a year, had broken in half in his palm.

His life's only friend had gifted him this mask near millennium ago.

What was it that he said upon receiving?

Oh yes, how could he forget, he made it rhythm after all.

'This mask reminds me of you. A heart ever yearning, yet unable to grasp. With a mind ever seeking, but eyes on the grass.'

He's asked what it meant, but he never did tell. Only relaying, 'one day you'll know.'

On his death bed, even now he hasn't a clue.

Swallowing pooled liquid down, a trace of disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e flashes in his eyes. In disgust he turns the mask to dust. Ultimately causing another wave of rust flavor to grace his tongue.

He hunched over, an arm around his abdomen. When he's to die, blood is the last taste he wants.

Perking up his senses, standing straight, he must find some water to rid himself of the bitter brew.

In his haste, he used his movement skill, instantly appearing at the waters edge. A wave of weakness forced him down, catching himself before landing face first. It'd be sorry sight if he ended up as a wet dog.

His breathing hastens, his mind becomes muddled as a pain filled torrent raged in his eyes. Be it from physical or mental, either is just as torture some as the other.

Nuyun: "Why?" His voice broken, raspy as the dessert wind, and just as dry. This one word was filled with too many emotions to count.

[Why not?] Echoing within his soul, a voice so indifferent, one would think the abyss had gained consciousness.

Nuyun: "Was I wrong?" A question that wasn't quite a question.

[How were you wrong?] The abyss replied.

Nuyun: "I strayed too far." The life in his voice faulted near the end.

[How far did you go?] The abyss asked.

Nuyun: "As far as I had to!" He roared. A mighty bear proclaiming his stance.

[Was it worth it?] The abyss probed.

Nuyun: "Yes!" His voice was full of certainty.

[Are you sure?] The abyss didn't seem to believe him.

Nuyun: "This lord makes no mistakes." He had no doubts. Why would he? He was a divine emperor, an existence close to gods!

A brief bought of silence, one could hear a pin drop.

Nuyun thought he had won, yet that voice ultimately asked once more, causing any words he had, to lay dead in his gut.

[Then why were you wrong?]

"..."

He had no answer, he didn't know why he was questioning himself now. Would knowing change a thing? Of course it wouldn't! There's reason why it's called the past.

Taking deep breaths, putting the demon in his heart to rest. He dips his hands in the refreshing water, taking slow sips, savoring the soothing cold that eased his mind and nerves.

It's about time, that leech will soon be losing its patience.

Bracing himself to stand once more, continuing his journey, abruptly he stopped.

Movement in the water catches his attention, forcing him to back step a ways. Without any preparation, he near fell once more.

He had to take a look at what nearly caused his lips to kiss the dirt.

To his surprise, something he hasn't expected at all.

A fish?

The creature which had halted his journey landed not far from him, covered in bruises and abrasions.

Startling him once more, a shadow landed on that fish.

Posed in victory, the shadow laughs heartily.

"And there you have it, fish verse man. The winner, in a landslide defeat, is I, Hong Luo, the champion of fish fighting!"

Nuyun: ". . ."

'Who is this idiot?'

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Author's note: In case of theft. This is an original -English- novel done by yours truly [MyKataren]. This author will state here and now, oh ye thief of old, thanks for the free advertis.e.m.e.nt!

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