DPM Chapter 73
Translated by Snowfall77
Not long after Ye Fan took control of Xi’an, he incorporated another group.
When Ye Fan had killed their chief at the behest of Wang Ruoxu, the group had been a faction without a leader. Ye Fan went out hunting, and smoothly absorbed them into the fold along the way.
In the last days there were many small groups formed by mutants, usually about a dozen people, although occasionally comprising hundreds.
Due to the rapid death of most of the population, along with no convenient way of communication, the small groups were geographically removed from each other and virtually inaccessible.
After he’d taken leadership of the nearby group, Ye Fan wanted to establish a communication channel. First they got organized, killing the fiercest mutant animals between the two places, then opened up a small channel along the old highway. To guard against plant life that could frenetically grow, destroying whatever was in its path, they picked a route lined with mature plant rhizomes that were already naturally forming a passageway.
Moreover, as Ye Fan unceasingly practiced from his special book, his power grew more and more formidable. Consequently, he started spreading some of the practice methods to those with him.
The capabilities of the mutants dramatically increased and passing through the forest ceased to be a problem.
It did take a full year to make the passage, but once they had, they met more mutants, forming even larger groups.
Two years later, the city of Xi’an had become the concentrated center of the Guanzhong region. Its mutants were powerful and dreadful. A communication network had been established, even if it wasn’t particularly high-tech. There were mutants who had the same keen senses as Ye Fan, yet their fighting strength was still lower. These mutants were assigned to different stations as communication officers, using radio or telegraph to pass along messages.
Ye Fan wished they could have the sophisticated communication methods there’d been before the last days. However, with no available scientists, using satellites and achieving global communication was out of reach. Still, they could use the simpler means of radio and telegraph to correspond.
With what means of information he did have, Ye Fan gained a rough idea of the outside world.
Since the Earth had been forsaken, less than one percent of those left behind had survived the baptism of the thick Saer fog.
To the west, small groups had spontaneously formed, annexed or allied with each other, until uniting under the rule of a mutant called Qinglong.
The city of Xi’an and its surrounding area was the territory of the Night Shard.
To the north and northeast, there was almost no one. And the climate was harsh enough that Ye Fan had no desire to take over.
They heard that some islands had been destroyed by mutated marine life, wiping out what little population had remained. Of countries across the oceans, they knew nothing.
Ye Fan and Wu Xingyun would speculate many times. They received no news though, so there was no way to know.
During the past two years, Ye Fan made a breakthrough in his strength nearly every day. While Wu Xingyun’s previous understanding of mutant nature was toppled.
The idea that production capability was decided by socio-economic conditions seemed to be proven. The mutants’ strength was comparatively high, but their production capability was decidedly low. They had almost no science or technology, surviving entirely on hunting-gathering. Efforts were made to find and grow many plants that human had previously used. Unfortunately, it usually ended in failure.
But more importantly, Wu Xingyun had always believed mutants couldn’t have children. He’d learned it from his Federation schoolbooks.
Yet in the past two years, many new infants had been born. Some were ordinary people’s children, some had a mutant parent and an ordinary parent, and for some babies, both parents were mutants.
“They can reproduce!” Wu Xingyun, witnessing the birth of the first mutant baby, was inwardly astonished. Though he figured the conception had occurred before the descent of the Saer fog.
But time ticked on, and mutant newborns continued to arrive.
There were already one year olds!
Eventually Wu Xingyun started wondering why Mozun hadn’t had the ability to reproduce?
No matter how much he pondered though, Wu Xingyun always reached a dead end.
Ye Fan would go into the forest searching for strong, awful mutant animals to pratice his mighty force on, and would drag Wu Xingyun along. Particularly during those times, Wu Xingyun would pay no mind to Ye Fan’s prowess or the graceful manner of his movements. Instead, Wu Xingyun’s mind would be completely caught up in—why Mozun had no child. Was it because of Wu Xingyun? Or was it because Mozun wasn’t able?
Lost in his own thoughts, Wu Xingyun looked on blankly as Ye Fan tried to kill a giant mutant python, no less than three stories high. Wu Xingyun couldn’t picture Ye Fan embracing and kissing someone else.
On the other hand, Wu Xingyun always felt that Ye Fan being desolately lonely for two thousand years was too cruel.
When Wu Xingyun had left the ship, staying behind on Earth, he’d never guessed he’d be able to live as long as he had.
It’d already been four years since he’d first encountered Ye Fan on that blizzarding pass. The endless night and dense fog had begun to slowly scatter about a year ago, the sun emerging more and more often. And in the past two months, the regular periods of day and night had fixed themselves. Even the changes of the four seasons were starting to clearly come back. Wu Xingyun couldn’t help feeling that the Earth had become identical to other strange planets humanity had run across while settling the Milky Way.
Ye Fan, wearing only a jacket and trousers, was astride the python in desperate battle.
About to finish this pratice, nothing could withstand Ye Fan’s grasp. He stretched his fingers and fiercely shouted, ripping apart the python’s tenaciously scaled skin.
Not unlike the Federation propaganda posters of Mozun tearing a spaceship in two with his bare hands.
Quickly subdued by Ye Fan, the python shrunk into a ball due to the severe pain inflicted. Ye Fan jumped off the snake’s body and the python prepared to flee.
Still, Ye Fan wasn’t ready to let off the target of his practice just yet.
Slightly extending his hands, Ye Fan fixed his gaze on the python.
All of a sudden, the retreating python became motionless, its body slowly floating up into the air. The snake’s curled up body was lengthened, thin forest mist covering some parts, turning it indistinct, like the body of a huge dragon.
Continuing to control the living creature with greater force, Ye Fan made the python’s body make ‘s’ shapes mid-air, before switching to another form. Finally Ye Fan’s force slipped. With a crack the python’s spine snapped, and it tumbled to the ground altogether dead.
Cheerful about his own progress, Ye Fan ran up to the side of the python’s corpse, conscientiously examining the injuries he’d inflicted. Done calculating his level of strength and ability, Ye Fan returned to the still distracted Wu Xingyun’s side, saying: “Yun, at last I can now use my spiritual strength to control living animals!”
Meanwhile, in Wu Xingyun’s head—Could Ye Fan not have children, or what it that he was unwilling? Had the Federation been wrong about this from the start?
Unhappy about being ignored, Ye Fan decided to put on a coquettish cute act to get Wu Xingyun’s attention: “Wasn’t I awfully handsome a moment ago?”—Gluing himself to Wu Xingyun’s side as he spoke.
Wu Xingyun tried to push Ye Fan aside, but Ye Fan relentlessly persevered in sticking to Wu Xingyun.
Finally breaking off his musing, Wu Xingyun said: “Are you finished training?”
Ye Fan nodded. He didn’t want anyone other than Wu Xingyun to know his true strength.
His secret practicing usually took three to four days, sometimes as long as ten days. And, although two years had passed since the Wang Ruoxu incident, Ye Fan still fretted about what might happen if he left his lover for too long.
So anytime he martially practiced, Ye Fan would bring Wu Xingyun along, regardless of whether Wu Xingyun felt like it or not.
Most of the time, Wu Xingyun was happy to tag along, but a small part of the time he thought Ye Fan was being a bit too cautious—Walking for a half hour to accompany Ye Fan during his practice really didn’t seem necessary.
After all, with Ye Fan’s keen perceptions, what was happening at half an hour distance’s couldn’t be concealed from him.
“What are you thinking about?” Ye Fan asked Wu Xingyun. “I’ve noticed you’ve been distracted these days. Are you worried about something?”
Wu Xingyun pondered for a long moment, then opened his mouth: “I wondering why you don’t have a child?”
Ye Fan blinked, his pulse suddenly quickening. Was this—his lover enticing him?
Quickly accepting the lure, Ye Fan sprang into action. First kissing, next peeling off clothes, and lastly exerting all effort to do the work well.
Clueless that his words had provoked Ye Fan, a pressed down Wu Xingyun found Ye Fan unusually passionate, fucking over and over tirelessly. To the sun being high in the sky to setting behind the mountains, Wu Xingyun finally couldn’t endure anymore. The grass, a tree, the riverside, one place after the other, and Ye Fan showed no signs of giving up.
As Ye Fan’s capabilities had increased, he’d gradually become awful sexually too. It’d gone from seven times a night to three days and three night without the monarch falling down. Now Wu Xingyun’s waist ached, his back ached, his legs wouldn’t close, and his whole body felt like falling apart! Wu Xingyun issued a strong protest: “When exactly will you be finished?! I can’t……Mmm……”
Highly enjoying himself, Ye Fan wasn’t willing to stop. He simply changed Wu Xingyun’s position to be more comfortable, and kept thrusting to the deepest while telling Wu Xingyun in a low hoarse voice: “I’ll do it……Get you pregnant and have a child.”
Wu Xingyun’s heart filled with black, belatedly realizing he’d dug his own grave. Obviously he should have kept in mind the old adage ‘out of the mouth comes evil.’
Fortunately, never mind his assertion, Ye Fan really couldn’t keep his word on this matter. By the middle of the night he’d finally eaten his fill, carrying Wu Xingyun in his arms to the river so they could wash themselves.
A year past, Ye Fan wouldn’t have ventured near the river, but he’d long since disposed of the mutant species that’d lived in it, with not even an egg left.
Completely exhausted, Wu Xingyun let Ye Fan move him about as Ye Fan pleased. Even when they’d finished bathing, they were in no hurry to go ashore, instead leaning against a flat smooth boulder in the water. Nestled together, saying meaningless things to each other, occasionally Ye Fan kissed Wu Xingyun or massaged his body.
Finally, Ye Fan gave a long sigh: “I truly want to be like this forever.”
Wu Xingyun smiled, slightly turning his head, kissing Ye Fan’s lips: “We will always be like this.”
“Yun, you asked about a child earlier……Do you want a child?”
Chuckling, Wu Xingyun replied: “We’re two grown men, how are we going to give birth? You……Do you want a child?”
Ye Fan shook his head: “I only need you.”
Ye Fan’s clothes when playing around with snakes in the forest–
[duǎn zhuāng] 短装
Short dress,
pinyin is duǎn zhuāng, which means to wear only the middle jacket and pants without long clothes.
祸从口出 huòcóngkǒuchū
Out of the mouth comes evil -or-
Trouble issues from the mouth
DPM Chapter 73
Translated by Snowfall77
Not long after Ye Fan took control of Xi’an, he incorporated another group.
When Ye Fan had killed their chief at the behest of Wang Ruoxu, the group had been a faction without a leader. Ye Fan went out hunting, and smoothly absorbed them into the fold along the way.
In the last days there were many small groups formed by mutants, usually about a dozen people, although occasionally comprising hundreds.
Due to the rapid death of most of the population, along with no convenient way of communication, the small groups were geographically removed from each other and virtually inaccessible.
After he’d taken leadership of the nearby group, Ye Fan wanted to establish a communication channel. First they got organized, killing the fiercest mutant animals between the two places, then opened up a small channel along the old highway. To guard against plant life that could frenetically grow, destroying whatever was in its path, they picked a route lined with mature plant rhizomes that were already naturally forming a passageway.
Moreover, as Ye Fan unceasingly practiced from his special book, his power grew more and more formidable. Consequently, he started spreading some of the practice methods to those with him.
The capabilities of the mutants dramatically increased and passing through the forest ceased to be a problem.
It did take a full year to make the passage, but once they had, they met more mutants, forming even larger groups.
Two years later, the city of Xi’an had become the concentrated center of the Guanzhong region. Its mutants were powerful and dreadful. A communication network had been established, even if it wasn’t particularly high-tech. There were mutants who had the same keen senses as Ye Fan, yet their fighting strength was still lower. These mutants were assigned to different stations as communication officers, using radio or telegraph to pass along messages.
Ye Fan wished they could have the sophisticated communication methods there’d been before the last days. However, with no available scientists, using satellites and achieving global communication was out of reach. Still, they could use the simpler means of radio and telegraph to correspond.
With what means of information he did have, Ye Fan gained a rough idea of the outside world.
Since the Earth had been forsaken, less than one percent of those left behind had survived the baptism of the thick Saer fog.
To the west, small groups had spontaneously formed, annexed or allied with each other, until uniting under the rule of a mutant called Qinglong.
The city of Xi’an and its surrounding area was the territory of the Night Shard.
To the north and northeast, there was almost no one. And the climate was harsh enough that Ye Fan had no desire to take over.
They heard that some islands had been destroyed by mutated marine life, wiping out what little population had remained. Of countries across the oceans, they knew nothing.
Ye Fan and Wu Xingyun would speculate many times. They received no news though, so there was no way to know.
During the past two years, Ye Fan made a breakthrough in his strength nearly every day. While Wu Xingyun’s previous understanding of mutant nature was toppled.
The idea that production capability was decided by socio-economic conditions seemed to be proven. The mutants’ strength was comparatively high, but their production capability was decidedly low. They had almost no science or technology, surviving entirely on hunting-gathering. Efforts were made to find and grow many plants that human had previously used. Unfortunately, it usually ended in failure.
But more importantly, Wu Xingyun had always believed mutants couldn’t have children. He’d learned it from his Federation schoolbooks.
Yet in the past two years, many new infants had been born. Some were ordinary people’s children, some had a mutant parent and an ordinary parent, and for some babies, both parents were mutants.
“They can reproduce!” Wu Xingyun, witnessing the birth of the first mutant baby, was inwardly astonished. Though he figured the conception had occurred before the descent of the Saer fog.
But time ticked on, and mutant newborns continued to arrive.
There were already one year olds!
Eventually Wu Xingyun started wondering why Mozun hadn’t had the ability to reproduce?
No matter how much he pondered though, Wu Xingyun always reached a dead end.
Ye Fan would go into the forest searching for strong, awful mutant animals to pratice his mighty force on, and would drag Wu Xingyun along. Particularly during those times, Wu Xingyun would pay no mind to Ye Fan’s prowess or the graceful manner of his movements. Instead, Wu Xingyun’s mind would be completely caught up in—why Mozun had no child. Was it because of Wu Xingyun? Or was it because Mozun wasn’t able?
Lost in his own thoughts, Wu Xingyun looked on blankly as Ye Fan tried to kill a giant mutant python, no less than three stories high. Wu Xingyun couldn’t picture Ye Fan embracing and kissing someone else.
On the other hand, Wu Xingyun always felt that Ye Fan being desolately lonely for two thousand years was too cruel.
When Wu Xingyun had left the ship, staying behind on Earth, he’d never guessed he’d be able to live as long as he had.
It’d already been four years since he’d first encountered Ye Fan on that blizzarding pass. The endless night and dense fog had begun to slowly scatter about a year ago, the sun emerging more and more often. And in the past two months, the regular periods of day and night had fixed themselves. Even the changes of the four seasons were starting to clearly come back. Wu Xingyun couldn’t help feeling that the Earth had become identical to other strange planets humanity had run across while settling the Milky Way.
Ye Fan, wearing only a jacket and trousers, was astride the python in desperate battle.
About to finish this pratice, nothing could withstand Ye Fan’s grasp. He stretched his fingers and fiercely shouted, ripping apart the python’s tenaciously scaled skin.
Not unlike the Federation propaganda posters of Mozun tearing a spaceship in two with his bare hands.
Quickly subdued by Ye Fan, the python shrunk into a ball due to the severe pain inflicted. Ye Fan jumped off the snake’s body and the python prepared to flee.
Still, Ye Fan wasn’t ready to let off the target of his practice just yet.
Slightly extending his hands, Ye Fan fixed his gaze on the python.
All of a sudden, the retreating python became motionless, its body slowly floating up into the air. The snake’s curled up body was lengthened, thin forest mist covering some parts, turning it indistinct, like the body of a huge dragon.
Continuing to control the living creature with greater force, Ye Fan made the python’s body make ‘s’ shapes mid-air, before switching to another form. Finally Ye Fan’s force slipped. With a crack the python’s spine snapped, and it tumbled to the ground altogether dead.
Cheerful about his own progress, Ye Fan ran up to the side of the python’s corpse, conscientiously examining the injuries he’d inflicted. Done calculating his level of strength and ability, Ye Fan returned to the still distracted Wu Xingyun’s side, saying: “Yun, at last I can now use my spiritual strength to control living animals!”
Meanwhile, in Wu Xingyun’s head—Could Ye Fan not have children, or what it that he was unwilling? Had the Federation been wrong about this from the start?
Unhappy about being ignored, Ye Fan decided to put on a coquettish cute act to get Wu Xingyun’s attention: “Wasn’t I awfully handsome a moment ago?”—Gluing himself to Wu Xingyun’s side as he spoke.
Wu Xingyun tried to push Ye Fan aside, but Ye Fan relentlessly persevered in sticking to Wu Xingyun.
Finally breaking off his musing, Wu Xingyun said: “Are you finished training?”
Ye Fan nodded. He didn’t want anyone other than Wu Xingyun to know his true strength.
His secret practicing usually took three to four days, sometimes as long as ten days. And, although two years had passed since the Wang Ruoxu incident, Ye Fan still fretted about what might happen if he left his lover for too long.
So anytime he martially practiced, Ye Fan would bring Wu Xingyun along, regardless of whether Wu Xingyun felt like it or not.
Most of the time, Wu Xingyun was happy to tag along, but a small part of the time he thought Ye Fan was being a bit too cautious—Walking for a half hour to accompany Ye Fan during his practice really didn’t seem necessary.
After all, with Ye Fan’s keen perceptions, what was happening at half an hour distance’s couldn’t be concealed from him.
“What are you thinking about?” Ye Fan asked Wu Xingyun. “I’ve noticed you’ve been distracted these days. Are you worried about something?”
Wu Xingyun pondered for a long moment, then opened his mouth: “I wondering why you don’t have a child?”
Ye Fan blinked, his pulse suddenly quickening. Was this—his lover enticing him?
Quickly accepting the lure, Ye Fan sprang into action. First kissing, next peeling off clothes, and lastly exerting all effort to do the work well.
Clueless that his words had provoked Ye Fan, a pressed down Wu Xingyun found Ye Fan unusually passionate, fucking over and over tirelessly. To the sun being high in the sky to setting behind the mountains, Wu Xingyun finally couldn’t endure anymore. The grass, a tree, the riverside, one place after the other, and Ye Fan showed no signs of giving up.
As Ye Fan’s capabilities had increased, he’d gradually become awful sexually too. It’d gone from seven times a night to three days and three night without the monarch falling down. Now Wu Xingyun’s waist ached, his back ached, his legs wouldn’t close, and his whole body felt like falling apart! Wu Xingyun issued a strong protest: “When exactly will you be finished?! I can’t……Mmm……”
Highly enjoying himself, Ye Fan wasn’t willing to stop. He simply changed Wu Xingyun’s position to be more comfortable, and kept thrusting to the deepest while telling Wu Xingyun in a low hoarse voice: “I’ll do it……Get you pregnant and have a child.”
Wu Xingyun’s heart filled with black, belatedly realizing he’d dug his own grave. Obviously he should have kept in mind the old adage ‘out of the mouth comes evil.’
Fortunately, never mind his assertion, Ye Fan really couldn’t keep his word on this matter. By the middle of the night he’d finally eaten his fill, carrying Wu Xingyun in his arms to the river so they could wash themselves.
A year past, Ye Fan wouldn’t have ventured near the river, but he’d long since disposed of the mutant species that’d lived in it, with not even an egg left.
Completely exhausted, Wu Xingyun let Ye Fan move him about as Ye Fan pleased. Even when they’d finished bathing, they were in no hurry to go ashore, instead leaning against a flat smooth boulder in the water. Nestled together, saying meaningless things to each other, occasionally Ye Fan kissed Wu Xingyun or massaged his body.
Finally, Ye Fan gave a long sigh: “I truly want to be like this forever.”
Wu Xingyun smiled, slightly turning his head, kissing Ye Fan’s lips: “We will always be like this.”
“Yun, you asked about a child earlier……Do you want a child?”
Chuckling, Wu Xingyun replied: “We’re two grown men, how are we going to give birth? You……Do you want a child?”
Ye Fan shook his head: “I only need you.”
Ye Fan’s clothes when playing around with snakes in the forest–
[duǎn zhuāng] 短装
Short dress,
pinyin is duǎn zhuāng, which means to wear only the middle jacket and pants without long clothes.
祸从口出 huòcóngkǒuchū
Out of the mouth comes evil -or-
Trouble issues from the mouth
