My DKC adventures are not over just yet

Just something to supplement the summaries, at least until the translations catch up. To me it’s the turning point in their relationship where NL proves it’s not just an obsession, while SL is willing to fully trust him. Unfortunately the pacing is not as addictive so it might be a little dry for some but it’s probably just my skills as a translator =(

In response to negative feedback on NU

  1. Yes this is a translation
  2. No I do not plan on stealing the entire story from Alyschu, I will only upload a few segments to supplement the summaries I’ve posted
  3. June has given permission and will translate the chapters again when she reaches it
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  5. If you really find this offensive, just please don’t click. I have already responded to this on NUF. And everything will be over soon when I go on hiatus.

Thanks.

Recap – Nangong Liuyun storms off after Su Luo is unable to come clean about her past life and ex-lover Yun Qi, when she was attacked by the 10th ranked Yan Xia due to her unrequited love for Rong Yun and hatred of Yan Hua. While he manages to save her in time, Su Luo is severely injured and close to death. Rong Yun arranges a medicinal bath, but SL has less than half a year to live. Filled with remorse, Nangong Liuyun promises to take her to Mu Xian Temple, the only place with the Red Black Blood Ginseng needed to cure her, and cultivates by the cauldron as she soaks.

Chapter 1007 Mu Xian Temple 1  

Su Luo’s soak takes 7 days.

Nangong Liuyun opens his eyes right on the seventh day.

As the sound of light footsteps approaches the door.

Rong Yun enters, and assessing the situation hadn’t strayed far from his expectations, he gives a slight nod.

Sitting cross-legged in the medicinal cauldron, Su Luo enters her realm of consciousness.

She had already maintained this position for 7 days.

From her body, infinite spiritual energy spills out, leaking out, and even overflowing for a moment.

While Su Luo’s body was severely injured, her soul never ceased to cultivate.

It’s also because her body was injured that her soul would separate itself and continuously cultivate, allowing her to make large strides with her Spirit Dance Steps.

But it wouldn’t matter how much she’s progressed, since her current body wouldn’t be able to withstand the impact.

Rong Yun lifts the lid of the cauldron.

Su Luo slowly relaxes her training, as her eyes wander around.

Rong Yun’s normally cool façade now hangs a slight smile, as his pitch-black eyes glance over Su Luo: “Stick your hand out.”

Su Luo takes out her hand, letting her master take her pulse.

As Rong Yun takes her pulse, Nangong Liuyun unblinkingly stares at Rong Yun’s face, as though terrified of missing even the slightest change.

Rong Yun’s expression remains calm, slightly nodding his head after a while “Good enough.”

To be able to get Master Rong Yun to say those words really isn’t easy.

The tension in Nangong Liuyun’s heart slightly loosens, as he reaches over to hug Su Luo.

Su Luo shakes her head. “Its fine, I can do it myself.”

After all, she’s still a dignified sixth ranked expert, do they think she can’t even walk on her own?

Su Luo grips the copper wall, slowly getting up.

Nangong Liuyun anxiously watches her, with a grave expression as though he was preparing for battle.

No, even if it was a huge battle, his highness Prince Jin wouldn’t be so nervous.

Su Luo slowly stands, but just as she’s about to straighten—–

Suddenly, her legs turn soft, as though an invisible force had passed through them.

All of a sudden, Su Luo feels as though she’s lost control of both her legs.

The feet she had painstakingly straightened immediately starts to slide out.

Just as Su Luo is about to fall back into the medicinal soak, Nangong Liuyun, who had waited expectantly, sweeps her up with both hands, holding Su Luo’s thin waist.

That moment, the wet and dripping Su Luo falls into his arms.

“Go wash up. Your body is currently too weak so you can’t risk catching a cold.” Watching Nangong Liuyun hugging Su Luo, Rong Yun’s brows wrinkle.

Seeing Nangong Liuyun carry Su Luo away so intimately, Rong Yun suddenly feels a depression similar to a father whose daughter was taken from him.

Having washed up, Su Luo changes into clean clothes, as Nangong Liuyn gently places her on the bed.

“I’m not so weak….” Having moved her body, Su Luo is slightly out of breath.

After taking a seven day medicinal bath, her body has truly improved compared to before, and she can at least speak normally, and without having to drift in and out of a coma.

Nangong Liuyun watches Su Luo with his pitch-black eyes, staring deeply at her.

“What are you doing?” Su Luo blinks innocently.

She’s currently leaning against a pillow as Nangong Liuyun stands beside the bed. Slightly lifting her perplexed eyes as she asks.

Nangong Liuyun suddenly steps towards her, as his long body crouches beside her.

His head, deeply buried, preventing anyone from seeing his expression.

Su Luo calmly watches him, not saying a word.

After a while, Nangong Liuyun draws a deep breath, his voice low and hoarse, “Luo Luo… I’m sorry.”

Hanging his head low, preventing anyone from seeing the pain in his face.

Because of what happened before, now, he’s solemnly apologizing to her.

Chapter 1008 Mu Xian Temple 2

Waiting until she had woken up, he’s finally able to express the agony that had haunted him for so long.

His Luo Luo could finally clearly hear the remorse in his heart.

Su Luo stares at Nangong Liuyun in shock.

An image of that time suddenly appears in her mind.

Nangong Liuyun turning and walking away, his back full of resolve, not even giving her a change to turn things around.

In the torrential rain, a thin and delicate frame, crying out in desperation…..

Su Luo ponders a little, her slender, jade-like hand gently caressing his hair, voice soft, “At that time, I was also in the wrong. It wasn’t just you.”

“No, it’s my fault.” Nangong Liuyun lifts his eyes. Normally so cold and aloof, yet now he’s showing such tender and raw emotions.

Smiling bitterly, Su Luo shakes her head, “Nangong, it’s my fault. If I hadn’t hesitated and stuttered back then, I wouldn’t have caused you to misunderstand.”

“Luo Luo—–“ Nangong Liuyun’s voice is deep and earnest, the joints of his hands tightly grasping Su Luo’s, the two lonely hearts intertwining, becoming one.

“I’m ashamed.” Nangong Liuyun sits by the bed, lightly hugging SL to his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head, as he slowly speaks.

“If I was only a little more patient back then, and restrained my temper more, then you wouldn’t be….”

Just thinking about how Su Luo’s body was wounded by that old witch Yan Xia to such an extent, the veins on Nangong Liuyun’s beautiful, porcelain-like face start to show, appearing fierce and despotic.

“Master has already killed the old witch Yan Xia.” Su Luo faintly smiles, her expression becoming clearer.

“But I didn’t personally slay her.” Nangong Liuyun is not without regret.

Su Luo looks at Nangong Liuyun, clad in sophisticated brocade robes, elegant and graceful, with unrivalled strength and bearing.

“However, Ouyang Yunqi is still alive!” Nangong Liuyun clenches his fists.

Right now, his face is cold and unfathomable, as though his bones were formed from ice, his face filled with a tyrannical aura.

Su Luo’s heart slightly jerks.

Looks like the arrogant and dignified, regal man, really has Yunqi weighing on his mind.

Although he hadn’t asked, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to know.

Seeing him so angered at the time, it’s easy to tell how much it affects him. Only now he can’t afford to be hurt, so he decided to suppress it instead.

Master had said, Yunqi has already entered the Demonic Path. Now, even Master can’t find where he’s hiding.

But one day, Yunqi will definitely return triumphantly, when the time comes….

Su Luo takes a deep breath, pulling Nangong Liuyun’s hand, silently gazing at him “Do you believe in me?”

Nangong Liuyun doesn’t even hesitate before nodding. “I believe.”

No matter what Luo Luo says, he’ll believe her.

No matter what Luo Luo wants, as long as it’s something he has.

Seeing Su Luo on the verge of death, Nangong Liuyun makes an oath to himself.

Su Luo gazes at Nangong Liuyun before her.

This moment, the sun starts to set in the West. Under the soft glow of the setting sun, his dark black hair falls over his thin shoulders like ink, making his entire person appear deviously charming and gentle, unspeakably dazzling.

Such a perfect man, yet now there’s a chance she might lose him….

Su Luo purses her red lips, finally resolving herself, “Then, I should tell you the things concerning my past.”

If in the future Yunqi decides to meddle again, then it’s better if she comes clean now. If at that time, Nangon Liuyun is unable to accept it…. Then, it’s better to cut her losses now than deepen the pain.

Looking at Su Luo’s dignified expression, it’s Nangong Liuyun who starts to waver. “If it’s too painful to talk about….”

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