Kapitel 122: Incense Burner (2)

The second morning, Wei WuXian somehow woke up earlier than Lan WangJi did. His legs were shaking throughout the entire day.

The tapir* incense burner was seized and scrutinized by them for a long while. Wei WuXian took it apart and put it back together, but he still couldn't understand the mystery behind it.

*TN: This refers to the mythical animal in the shape of which the incense burner was built. These creatures are often connected to dreams.

Sitting beside the desk, Wei WuXian pondered, "If it's not a problem with the incense, then it has to be a problem with the incense burner. What a thing. It feels so real even Empathy might not compare to it. Was it ever recorded in the Library Pavilion?"

Lan WangJi shook his head.

If he shook his head, that meant it was certain nobody had ever recorded it. Wei WuXian, "Oh, well. Its potency has already passed. We should store it properly for now so that other people don't come into contact with it by accident. If some master of spiritual tools ever visit us, we could take it out again and ask them."

They both thought that the incense burner's potency has passed already, yet what happened was beyond what they expected.

At night, after a round between the sheets, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi fell asleep side by side, lying within the Jingshi.

Soon after, he opened his eyes again only to discover that he was again lying below the magnolia tree outside the Library Pavilion. The sunlight spilled onto his face through the flowering branches. Wei WuXian squinted, covering it with his hand. He slowly got up.

This time, however, Lan WangJi wasn't beside him.

Wei WuXian cupped his right hand around his lips, shouting, "Lan Zhan!"

Nobody answered. Wei WuXian wondered, Looks like the incense burner's potency hasn't passed yet. But where's Lan Zhan? Don't tell me I'm the only one affected by the incense burner's leftover powers?

Before the magnolia trees was a small path of white pebbles. A group of the GusuLan Sect's disciples, wearing white clothes and forehead ribbons, passed carrying a few books each, as though they were about to attend their morning lectures. None of them spared Wei WuXian a single glance, still unable to see him. Wei WuXian went up the Library Pavilion and stole a look. Lan WangJi wasn't inside, no matter the big one or the small one. And so he got down again, beginning his aimless stroll throughout the Cloud Recesses.

Not long afterwards, he managed to make out the whispering voices of two boys. He walked closer, finding that one of their voices sounded quite familiar, "… Nobody had ever kept any within the bounds of the Cloud Recesses. To do such a thing is unheard of."

After a moment of silence, the other boy answered, somewhat dejected, "I know. But… I have already made my promise. I cannot go against my word."

Wei WuXian picked this up. He sneakily glanced over. As expected, conversing amidst a clearing of green grass was Lan XiChen and Lan WangJi.

It was a spring day vibrant with soft winds. The young brothers seemed to be two immaculate pieces of jade, reflected against each other. Both were dressed in snowy robes, their wide sleeves and forehead ribbons flapping in the wind, almost as if they were a painting. The Lan WangJi at this point in time was also just about sixteen. He frowned slightly, as though he was worried about something. What he held in his arm was a white rabbit, sniffing its pink nose, and beside his foot was another rabbit, its long ears perked up as it stood clinging to his boot, trying to climb up.

Lan XiChen, "How could the casual remarks between two boys be considered a serious promise? Is it really because of this?"

Lan WangJi looked at the ground and said nothing.

Lan XiChen smiled, "Fine. Then if by any chance Uncle asks of this, you must explain things to him properly. These days, you have been spending just a little too much time on them."

Lan WangJi nodded solemnly, "Thank you, Brother." With a pause, he added, "… They will not affect my studies."

Lan XiChen, "I know, WangJi. However, you must not tell Uncle who gave these to you. Or else, out of rage, he would make you send them away no matter what."

Hearing this, it seemed as though Lan WangJi hugged the rabbit in his arms even tighter. Lan XiChen smiled. He reached out and poked the rabbit's pink nose with his fingertip, before leisurely walking away.

After he left, Lan WangJi stood there for a while, thinking. The rabbit at times flicked its ears, resting within his arms in a comfortable manner. The one by his foot clung even more anxiously. Lan WangJi glanced at it before bending down and picking it up as well. He placed both rabbits inside his arms, stroking gently. The tenderness of his hands contrasted his expression.

Wei WuXian felt his heart itch from just the sight of the scene. He walked out from behind the tree, wanting to get even closer to the young Lan WangJi. Yet, the rabbits fell from Lan WangJi's hands, and the atmosphere changed at once. He spun around. After he saw whom it was, his piercing gaze immediately faltered, "… You?!"

He was shocked, yet Wei WuXian was even more shocked, "You can see me?"

This was definitely the strangest. Logically, those inside the dream shouldn't be able to see him. But right now, Lan WangJi looked straight at him, "Of course I can. You are… Wei Ying?"

The young man in front of him looked over twenty, definitely older than fifteen. And yet, he indeed had the same face as Wei WuXian. Lan WangJi couldn't figure out the identity of the intruder, maintaining sharp vigilance. If he were wearing his sword right now, he would've probably unsheathed Bichen already.

Wei WuXian reacted with extreme swiftness. He fixed his expression at once, "It's me!"

With such an answer, Lan WangJi's face seemed even more alarmed as he walked a few steps backward. Wei WuXian put on a wounded expression and tone, "Lan Zhan, I took such great pains to come back and find you—how could you treat me like this?

Lan WangJi, "Are you… truly Wei Ying?"

Wei WuXian, "Of course."

Lan WangJi, "Then why is your appearance different?"

Wei WuXian, "Now that'd be a long story. This is what happened: I'm Wei WuXian indeed, but I'm Wei WuXian from seven years in the future. Seven years later, I discovered a powerful tool that let me travel back in time into the past. I was just in the middle of examining it when I touched it accidentally—and here I am!"

The explanation was so absurd it couldn't even fool a child. Lan WangJi's voice was cold, "How can you prove it?"

Wei WuXian, "How do you want me to? I know absolutely everything about you. The rabbit you were hugging as well as the one by your feet—those were from me, weren't they? You seemed so reluctant when you accepted them, yet now you refuse to let them go even when your brother tells you not to. You've fallen in love?"

Hearing this, Lan WangJi's expression changed slightly. He seemed as if he wanted to say something, yet stopped in the middle, "I…"

Wei WuXian walked a few steps closer, opening his arms with a wide grin, "What's wrong? You embarrassed?"

Seeing just how peculiar his actions were, Lan WangJi looked as though he faced a formidable enemy, his face full of caution as he walked even more steps back. Wei WuXian hadn't seen Lan WangJi face him with such an attitude in a long time. He laughed in secret as he feigned anger, "What do you mean by this? What are you avoiding me for? Good for you, Lan Zhan—for ten years you and I have been husband and wife, and now you've forgotten about me so easily?"

With this, Lan WangJi's handsome, icy features snapped instantaneously.

He began. "… For ten years? You… and I? … have been husband and wife?!"

It was only eleven words, yet he only managed to spit them out after a handful of pauses. Wei WuXian seemed as though he finally realized something, "Oh, I forgot. You don't know about this yet. Doing the maths, it seems like we've only just met each other? Did I just leave the Cloud Recesses? No worries. Let me tell you a secret—just a few years, and we'll become partners in cultivation!"

Lan WangJi, "… Partners in cultivation?"

Wei WuXian gloated, "That's right! The kind that practices dual cultivation everyday. It was a proper, orthodox marriage—we've even prostrated."

Lan WangJi was so enraged that his chest heaved slightly. A moment later, a few words seeped from between his teeth, "… Utterly nonsense!"

Wei WuXian, "You'll know if it's nonsense or not if you keep listening for just a bit longer. When you sleep, you like to hug me tightly, and you have to be hugging me or else you won't be able to sleep; every time you kiss me it's always so long, and when it ends you like to bite me gently before you leave; oh, right, you like to bite me too when we're doing that other thing, like on my body…"

Ever since the words 'hug me tightly', Lan WangJi's expression had become twisted. The longer he listened, the greater his reaction was. It was as if he was about to cover his ears to block out the obscenity, lunging forward ready to strike, "Nonsense!"

Wei WuXian dodged to the side, "Nonsense again? At least change things up a bit! And how do you even know I'm talking nonsense? Is this not what you're like?"

Lan WangJi spoke a word at a time, "I… have never kissed… so how could I know what I like… when I…!"

Wei WuXian thought for a bit, "You're not wrong. You haven't kissed anyone yet at this age, so of course you don't know what you're like when you kiss someone. Wanna try right now?"

"…" Lan WangJi was in such a rage he had even forgotten to summon the disciples and seize the suspicious intruder. He attacked strike after strike, aiming straight for his wrist*. He was still young at this point, however. Wei WuXian was a lot more skilled, easily avoiding the attacks. Spotting an opening, he pinched somewhere on Lan WangJi's arm, and Lan WangJi's movements paused. With this opportunity, Wei WuXian landed a light peck on his cheek.

*TN: At one's wrist, where the veins are and where the pulse can be felt, is an acupoint that is supposedly deadly.

"…"

After the kiss, Wei WuXian let go of Lan WangJi's arm and released the restraint.

But Lan WangJi was already a frozen statue, and for a long time he remained so, sent into a daze.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…" Wei WuXian laughed himself awake from the dream.

He laughed so hard he almost rolled off the bed. Fortunately, Lan WangJi's arms were always wrapped around his waist. Along with the laughter, his entire body trembled the moment he woke up, making Lan WangJi wake up from his sleep as well. The two sat up together.

Lan WangJi looked down, massaging his temple with one hand, "Just now, I…"

Wei WuXian, "Just now, did you have a dream that you met a twenty-something-year-old me when you were fifteen?"

"…" Lan WangJi stared at him, "The incense burner."

Wei WuXia nodded, "I thought I only entered the dream again because of the incense burner's after effects, yet who knew you were the one who was influenced even more heavily."

Tonight's situation was different from last time's. Just now, the young Lan Zhan in the dream was Lan WangJi himself.

Those who were dreaming often didn't know that they were dreaming. And thus, Lan WangJi really thought he was only fifteen in his dream. It was a proper dream at first—morning lectures, strolls, taking care of rabbits. Yet, he ran right into Wei WuXian, who snuck into his dream and decided to make mischief there. After he was caught, what came was a good round of teasing.

Wei WuXian, "I can't anymore, Lan Zhan. How you looked hugging your rabbit and not letting go, scared out of your wits that your brother and your uncle might not let you have them—I love you so much. Hahahahaha…"

Lan WangJi didn't know how to respond, "… It is late at night. Your laughter might disturb others."

Wei WuXian, "You think we're quiet everyday at night? Why did you wake up so early? Wake up a bit later, and I'd drag you to the far mountains of your sect and do bad things with you, letting the young Lan-Ergege have a first taste of the good stuff in life, hahahaha…"

Lan WangJi watched him roll around at the side. He never ended up finding the words. After sitting for a while, he suddenly reached out and pressed Wei WuXian down onto the bed.

The two thought that after the second night passed, the incense burner's powers should've dissipated already. Yet, the third night, Wei WuXian woke up in Lan WangJi's dream again.

Dressed in black, he sauntered through the white pebble paths of the Cloud Recesses, Chenqing's red tassel bobbing up and down with each stride of his. Soon, the sound of reciting textbook material floated by.

It was from the direction of the Lanshi. Wei WuXian strutted towards the room. As expected, a couple of the Lan Sect's disciples were doing their evening studies inside. Lan QiRen wasn't there. Lan WangJi was still the one who supervised.

The Lan WangJi of tonight's dream still appeared to be young, but he was more like the one Wei WuXian saw in the Cave of the Xuanwu, about seventeen or eighteen. His features held an elegance that already carried the air of a prominent cultivator, yet still bore the youthful green of a young man. He sat attentively before the room. When someone had a question and came forth to ask, he would take a swift glance before immediately coming up with an answer, his serious expression creating stark contrast against his adolescence.

Wei WuXian leaned against a pillar outside the Lanshi. Having watched for a while, he soundlessly swept up to the roof and placed Chenqing near his lips.

Within the Lanshi, Lan WangJi paused slightly. One of the boys asked, "Young Master, what is it?"

Lan WangJi, "Who is playing the flute at such a time?"

The boys looked at one another. Quickly, one of them replied, "I hear no flute?"

With this, Lan WangJi frowned somewhat. He stood up and went out the door, holding his sword, just in time for Wei WuXian to put his flute away and land nimbly on another roof with a leap.

Lan WangJi noticed the movement, ordering in a lowered voice, "Who is it?!"

Wei WuXian let out two crisp whistles slide out from below his tongue. The sound was already a couple dozen yards away. He laughed, "It's your husband!"

Hearing the voice, Lan WangJi's expression changed. He couldn't be sure, "Wei Ying?"

Wei WuXian didn't answer him. Lan WangJi unsheathed Bichen from his back and chased after him. With a few hops and leaps, Wei WuXian had already landed atop the tall walls of the Cloud Recesses. He stood up, stepping on a rooftop tile. Lan WangJi landed as well, standing a few feet away from him. Holding Bichen, his forehead ribbon, his sleeves, and the lower hems of his robes flapped in the night wind, almost heavenly.

Wei WuXian put his hands behind his back, grinning, "What a handsome man with what handsome moves. With such a scene, it'd be absolutely perfect if there were to be a handsome jar of Emperor's Smile."

Lan WangJi stared straight at him. A moment later, he spoke, "Wei Ying, what do you need, visiting the Cloud Recesses at night uninvited?"

Wei WuXian, "Guess?"

"…" Lan WangJi, "Ridiculous!"

Bichen's blade sliced past, yet Wei WuXian dodged it easily. The young adult Lan WangJi was already adept at the sword, yet in front of the current Wei WuXian, he couldn't really post much of a threat. Just a few exchanges, and he caught an opening, slapping a talisman onto Lan WangJi's chest. Lan WangJi's body froze, unable to move, while Wei WuXian grabbed him and sprinted towards the back mountains of the Cloud Recesses.

Wei WuXian found a thick bush of herb plants. Lan WangJi was placed here, leaning against a white rock, "What do you want?"

Wei WuXian pinched his cheek, his face serious, "Rape."

Lan WangJi couldn't tell if he was joking or not, face growing pale, "Wei Ying, you… must not act so recklessly."

Wei WuXian laughed, "You know me. I love acting recklessly." As he spoke, he reached under Lan WangJi's thick layers and took a squeeze at a critical region of his.

The squeeze was quite skillfully executed, between light and heavy. Instantly, Lan WangJi's expression grew funny.

The corners of his mouth twitched as he sealed his lips together, eventually managing to take control over his face and feign calmness. However, Wei WuXian went even further, untying his sashes and stripping his lower garments in just a few moves. He weighed in his hand the heavy thing that didn't at all match Lan WangJi's delicate features, praising from the bottom of his heart, "You've truly been talented since a young age, HanGuang-Jun."

After he spoke, he even gave the shaft a light flick. With the such a private part of his body being played with like this, Lan WangJi already looked as if he was about to die from rage. He didn't have the spare energy to think about whom HanGuang-Jun was either, his voice harsh, "Wei Ying!!!"

Wei WuXian snickered, "Shout all you want. Nobody would come to save you even if you shout your throat hoarse."

Lan WangJi was about to speak again as he watched Wei WuXian finish laughing and, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, sink down to swallow the length down below.

Shock exploded in Lan WangJi's eyes. He couldn't even believe what was happening, his entire body stiff.

The seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi was still surrounded by youthful immaturity, yet the size of that erection was definitely not to be reckoned with. Wei WuXian slowly took the length into his mouth. Even before he could swallow everything, he felt its slippery tip knock against the wall of his throat. The body of the erection was thick and searing. The inside of his mouth could even feel the strong pulse of its veins. His cheeks also puffed from stuffing the foreign object inside. Despite the difficulty, he still patiently sent the remaining bit deeper into his throat.

Wei WuXian was indeed quite experienced with dealing with that member of Lan WangJi's. He gave it all that he had, sucking and licking with much noise, almost as though he was tasting some sort of delicacy with devotion. Even with Lan WangJi's ever-so-fair complexion that refused to let out a single tint of red, he was still blushing at his neck and ears, breaths shallow. Wei WuXian spent so long time sucking and swallowing that even his cheeks began to hurt, yet still there was no release. He was quite puzzled as to what was going on—it was impossible he wasn't even skilled enough to handle the seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi. He glanced up, however, only to find that Lan WangJi's face was full of endurance. The rod was clearly already as hard as iron, yet he persisted stubbornly, refusing to release almost as if he was trying to protect some last line of defense.

He found it to be quite amusing, his desire to make mischief rising up again. The moist tip of the tongue licked again and again the slit atop the thick glans. With a few deep throats, Lan WangJi finally couldn't hold it any longer and let it out.

The ejaculate was rather thick, its musky smell pouring into his throat. Wei WuXian straightened up, coughing lightly as he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Like before, he swallowed everything. On the other hand, after the release, Lan WangJi stared fixedly at Wei WuXian with red eyes, speechless, whether as his body's response to the orgasm or simply out of rage and embarrassment.

Wei WuXian felt his heart melt, seeing such a humiliated face. He lay a gentle peck on his cheek, "Alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bullied you."

As he spoke, he wiped his fingers on the length that had just ejaculated and drew his hands back, untying his sash to take off his lower garments.

Wei WuXian had slender legs, his thighs white as jade, lined by smooth muscles. The pair of buttocks was round and full, creating quite an enjoyable scene. On the other hand, leaning against the rock, Lan WangJi was most certainly able to see all that and more that was going on beneath Wei WuXian's body.

Kneeling among the grass, Wei WuXian turned around and lay prone onto the ground, facing Lan WangJi with his back. He moved the fingers smeared with white towards his lower body. The entrance hid amidst the deep crevice. Wei WuXian only revealed the spot of pink after he parted the cheeks slightly. The slit was soft and rather yielding. It was closed properly at first, yet as Wei WuXian gently massaged Lan WangJi's semen around the entrance with his two long fingers, it began to open, almost shyly swallowing the fingertip. Wei WuXian sent his finger slowly and firmly all the way inside before starting to move it in and out. A while later, he began to speed up somewhat, and he was growing erect at the front as well.

When watery squelches began to come from behind, Wei WuXian inserted a third finger. He let out a soft breath, as though it was becoming too much for him. He was well aware of his capabilities, and his fingers slowed down again.

Amid the night, these details shouldn't come across as obvious, but Lan WangJi's senses were sharp, especially his sight. He could do nothing but watch as the titillating scene carried on in front of his eyes, somehow unable to even look away.

In bed, Wei WuXian liked to reach the peak alongside Lan WangJi. In case he released too early, thus, he avoided the key region within his body during the fingering process. However, Lan WangJi had always taken quite good care of his sensitive spot. Right now, unable to be satisfied, his inner wall tightened more than usual, contracting time after time as though it was discontent. When the fingers at time didn't touch the spot, his hips would sink uncontrollably, sending the spot towards his fingers. With a few of these near brushes, Wei WuXian felt his thighs tremble weakly, almost unable to keep kneeling any longer. He immediately withdrew his fingers, taking a moment to calm down. Turning back, he caught Lan WangJi off guard with the sudden eye contact. Lan WangJi shut his eyes closed at once.

Wei WuXian smirked, "Hey, Lan Zhan, what are you doing? Reciting the Lan Sect's sect rules in your heart?"

With the correct guess, Lan WangJi's eyelashes flickered. He seemed like he wanted to open his eyes, yet in the end he still held it back.

Wei WuXian continued lazily, "Look at me, won't you? What are you scared of? It's not like I'd do anything bad to you."

His voice was pleasant to start with. When he said those words, his tone was so languid and frivolous that it almost seemed like a little hook. Yet, it was as if Lan WangJi was determined to not look, not listen, not speak, and definitely not pay him any regard, refusing to be affected. Wei WuXian, "Are you really gonna be so heartless as to not even give me a look?"

With a few more teasing words, as he saw that Lan WangJi wouldn't open his eyes no matter what, Wei WuXian raised a brow, "Well, if this is the case, I'll be borrowing your Bichen for a bit. You won't mind that, will you?"

As he spoke, he indeed picked up the fallen Bichen.

Lan WangJi's eyes sprang open, his voice harsh, "What are you going to do?!"

Wei WuXian, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Lan WangJi, "… I do not know!"

Wei WuXian, "If you don't know what I'm going to do, why are you being so anxious?"

Lan WangJi, "I! I…"

Wei WuXian stared at him with a grin. He waved Bichen in his hand before he looked down, planting a soft kiss on Bichen's hilt. Right after, he stuck out the scarlet tip of his tongue and began to lick the hilt.

Bichen's blade was rather transparent, as if made of ice and snow, yet its hilt was forged from pure, refined silver. It was quite heavy in terms of weight, its carvings ancient and elegant. The scene before him was truly erotic. Lan WangJi seemed as though he was extremely upset, "Let go of Bichen!"

Wei WuXian, "Why?"

Lan WangJi, "It is my sword! You cannot use it to… to…"

Wei WuXian mused, "I know it's your sword. I'm just really fond of it and wanted to play with it for a bit. What did you think I was gonna do with it?"

"…" Lan WangJi didn't know what to say.

Wei WuXian laughed, "Hahahahahahahaha, what are you thinking about, Lan Zhan?! Aren't you a bit too indecent?"

As he saw how Wei WuXian not only denied it, but even instead returned the attack, Lan WangJi's expression was a spectacle. Having teased him for a while, Wei WuXian was much satisfied as he continued, "If you want me to not touch your sword, you can exchange it with yourself. How about that? Yes or no?"

Lan WangJi could neither say 'yes' nor simply let him play with himself using Lan WangJi's own sword. He didn't know how to answer the question. Wei WuXian kneeled on the ground with his back straight as he crawled towards him on his knees, coaxing, "If you just say 'yes', I'll give you back your sword and do fun things with you. Yes or no?"

A while later, a word squeezed through Lan WangJi's clenched teeth, "… No!"

Wei WuXian raised his brows, "Hm. Mark your word." He backed off from Lan WangJi's body and sat down before him, grinning as he parted his legs, "Then you can watch me play with Bichen."

With such a shameless position of having his legs be spread so widely, Lan WangJi had a more than clear view of the sight at his private regions.

Two fair buttocks parted slightly because of the wide motion, revealing the pink spot in between. With the fingering from before, the entrance was already somewhat swollen, yet with moisture, it seemed even more delicate. Wei WuXian turned Bichen's blade around and pointed the hilt towards the entrance. He drew in a light breath. Pressing slightly, the thin folds were immediately smoothed, sucking on the tip of Bichen's hilt. A short length was instantly shoved in.

Bichen's hilt felt almost as cold as ice or steel, sending a shiver down Wei WuXian's spine. Suffering the cold, the tunnel squeezed even more, letting out a small portion of the hilt. At once, Wei WuXian clenched Bichen and forced it inside his body with greater strength, starting to push and pull.

The inner walls were sucking tight to begin with, and the hilt was covered with the bumps and dents of ancient carvings. The feeling of it rubbing inside was enough to drive one mad. As it kneaded at a particular spot, Wei WuXian let out a low moan, drawing his legs slightly closer as he felt his head spin and his scalp tingle. He was once again aroused at the front, already erect.

From Lan WangJi's perspective, it was truly a scene so impossibly obscene. Wei WuXian lay in front of Lan WangJi, opening his legs out of his own will as he held Lan WangJi's sword Bichen down below. The hilt was hard and cold, making the soft entrance swollen in an almost pitiful way. Even so, Wei WuXian still tried hard as he pushed and pulled it inside his body, his motions quickening as the thrusts became easier and easier. He breathed lightly as he gazed at Lan WangJi with glazed eyes, calling, "Lan Zhan…"

"Lan Zhan…" The calls were tinged with a slightly nasal tone. It seemed like he was begging him, or perhaps like unconscious murmurs that came from the pleasure. Either way, it was enough to muddle one's mind. Lan WangJi seemed as if he couldn't even shut his eyes again or even avert his gaze, staring with fervor at his face, at how he struggled under Bichen, at how he shuddered as he touched himself. Lan WangJi's knuckles cracked.

On the other hand, Wei WuXian had no idea what was happening here. With Bichen's torment, he unconsciously drew his legs even nearer, all the way until he squeezed his thighs and buttocks together. The entrance also sucked even tighter on the sword hilt. Wei WuXian let out a breath. Feeling both his arms and his legs drain of strength, he lay sideways on the ground. Just as he wanted to rest for a bit, his knees were suddenly seized by a pair of iron-like hands, and his legs were forced open.

Wei WuXian opened his eyes, only to crash into Lan WangJi's almost frighteningly red ones, ignited by a strange flame. He grabbed Bichen, pulled it out, and tossed it far away. The moment the hilt left his body, Wei WuXian let out a moan, as if he was dissatisfied.

Lan WangJi raged, "Shameless!!!"

He pressed Wei WuXian onto the ground, shoving the purplish and swollen member inside. The moment he plunged in, he began to thrust with an unstoppable force.

As soon as Lan WangJi entered, Wei WuXian's legs obediently wrapped around Lan WangJi's waist as he hugged Lan WangJi's neck with compliance, in quite a welcoming way. Yet, after just a few thrusts, he felt that it was a bit too much. Lan WangJi's motions were too rough. Every time it seemed as if he was going to crash backwards from the force, his backside along with his tailbone hurting slightly.

Wei WuXian called, "Gentler! Er-Gege, go a bit gentler…"

Whether unfortunate or not, Wei WuXian forgot that right now he was older than the Lan WangJi inside the dream. Having accidentally blurted out 'Er-Gege', he not only didn't cause Lan WangJi to hold back at all, but instead Lan WangJi thrusted even harder, almost as if he wanted to break Wei WuXian's buttocks as punishment.

Wei WuXian arched back his neck, drawing in a difficult breath amidst the storm-like rhythm, "It's… so hot!"

Bichen's entire body effused cold air. Its shaft having been held within Wei WuXian, it made his insides grow softer, yet somewhat cool to the touch. Meanwhile, Lan WangJi's manhood was both thicker and warmer than Bichen's shaft. And thus, every time Lan WangJi sank inside, it felt as if a ball of fire had burned through his stomach, so hot that Wei WuXian wanted to roll all over the ground. Yet, after having touched himself for so long and along with Lan WangJi's rough motions, his body had long since gone limp, only able to shiver under Lan WangJi's attacks. Right now, in spite of his level of cultivation being much higher than Lan WangJi's he was still unable to resist. When he really couldn't take it any longer, he could only dodge to the side, twisting his waist in desire to escape, yet Lan WangJi pinned him down. With a few deeper thrusts, he couldn't even make a sound anymore.

Lan WangJi's harsh yet low voice sounded beside his ear, "Who is the husband?"

At first, Wei WuXian was still dazed and unable to react. Lan WangJi asked again, with a plunge so deep he almost perished from pleasure. He hurried, "You! You! You are, you're the husband…"

It was all karma for him.

For a while, Wei WuXian clenched his teeth and obediently endured the fucking. The cold inner walls were rubbed warm from the friction, and it finally felt a little better. The top of the shaft was roughly lined, driving into his body, while the tunnel itself was moist and soft, sucking and contracting sporadically. The curvature of the erection within him kneaded over that spot within him again and again. Wei WuXian felt so good that he might go mad, yet he just had to pretend to be feeble and overwhelmed. As he shifted up and down from Lan WangJi's steady rhythm, he clung to Lan WangJi's arms and begged, "… Er-Gege… Lan Zhan… Go a bit gentler, won't you? It hurts… I think I'm bleeding…"

It was indeed quite moist where the two were connected, and the wet squelches also grew louder in volume. Hearing this, Lan WangJi immediately looked down, and was at once frozen.

Wei WuXian whined, "Is it bleeding?"

Lan WangJi let out a heavy breath, "No?"

Wei WuXian, "No? Then what is it?"

Lan WangJi's deep voice sounded, "You are wet."

No matter for how long, the insides of Wei WuXian's thighs had already become covered in some sort of fluid, while on Lan WangJi's dark erection was the same moist reflection. It could only be from within Wei WuXian's body.

Wei WuXian pretend as if he didn't believe it, "Really? Really?" He asked as he grabbed Lan WangJi's hand and led him towards where they were joined. The rod was thick and lined with veins, stretching the small entrance to the maximum. Lan WangJi felt a handful of the viscous fluid, along with the two tightly connected bodies. As if he were stabbed by a needle, he immediately drew his hand away and looked. The fluid was transparent. It was, as expected, not blood.

Wei WuXian's and Lan WangJi's bodies were quite compatible with each other's. At the peak of arousal, of course the body would react on its own. Right now, however, Wei WuXian was intent on teasing him. Seeing his curved lips, Lan WangJi knew that he'd been fooled, once again burying himself inside. Wei WuXian's breath was shattered into pieces from the thrusts. He hurried, "… Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, let me get up, let me be on top, alright?"

Lan WangJi seemed as though he didn't understand what Wei WuXian meant by 'on top', hesitating slightly. Wei WuXian hugged him and struggled hard to flip the two, switching their positions.

At the moment, Lan WangJi lay flat on the ground while Wei WuXian sat on top of him, the two of them connected hips to buttocks. In the process of the position switch, the thick, scorching erection remained deep within Wei WuXian. It never left for a single moment, only subtly stirring around his insides. Wei WuXian squinted from the pleasure, feeling his head begin to spin again.

He looked down. Whether an illusion or not, he kept on feeling that his flat abdomen swelled slightly from Lan WangJi's member being inside. He couldn't help but reached down and touched his stomach. Soon, Lan WangJi lifted his buttocks and forced him to start moving.

Wei WuXian rose and fell from his hands. As he rose, he'd go so high up that only the stiff tip was inside his body; as he fell, he'd take the object below his hips all the way into the deepest parts of his body, so deep that he couldn't help but frown. On top of that, the pace was so fast it almost didn't allow any room to breathe. In the past, every time the two made love, such a position had to be involved, as it went the deepest and Wei WuXian enjoyed it the most. Yet right now, he suffered rather greatly from the unbearable depth. The seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi of the dream had gone mad from the teasing, unable to control his force at all. And yet Wei WuXian was fucked so hard that his legs shivered. He couldn't even stand, much less have the strength to struggle out. With such an unfortunate situation, he could only prop his hands on Lan WangJi's firm abdomen, gasping slightly.

Wei WuXian was born with a thin waist and thin hips, but there was quite a lot of flesh on his backside. Lan WangJi's fingers sank deep into the meat, squeezing and rubbing. Soon, there was a noticeable area of bruising. Wei WuXian felt his entire body itch from the inside out, his buttocks aching from the rubbing. He couldn't help but push away one of Lan WangJi's hands. Yet, Lan Wangji seemed to be extremely dissatisfied by such a gesture. Frowning, his face darkened, and Wei WuXian's buttcheek was afflicted with a loud, hard slap. The sound echoed crisply.

Wei WuXian was shocked speechless by the slap.

In his whole life, not many people had hit him in such a place. Even when he misbehaved when he was young, Madam Yu had only whipped him on his back or his palms, much less Jiang FengMian and Jiang YanLi who cared for him too much to hit him at all. When he watched children from other families be stripped of their trousers and beaten on the backside, he felt that it was shameful in every way, gloating that he'd never been beaten like that before. Yet right now, Lan WangJi had broken this streak of his, and not to mention… it was the seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi as well.

Immediately, Wei WuXian's face flashed between red and white. This was the first time the uncontrollable sense of shame arose within him in bed.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't keep going. Even half his backside was still stinging. He quickly shouted, "I'm not doing it anymore!" And rolled to the side, off of Lan WangJi's body.

Dragging two limp legs, he struggled to crawl away, searching for his trousers. Lan WangJi was in the middle of arousal. Besides, he'd been squeezed and pinched and flicked and kissed and touched and threatened by Wei WuXian for such a long time. He was filled to the brim by an unspeakable rage. Having suddenly discovered that Wei WuXian was especially scared of others hitting him on the buttocks, how could he let go of him so easily? He waved his hand, and the trousers that Wei WuXian had just pulled up to his knees immediately tore into pieces. Lan WangJi flipped his whole person over, locked his wrists behind his back, and landed another heavy hit on the snowy flesh.

Alongside the crisp sound, Wei WuXian's entire body trembled. He wailed, "It hurts!"

It didn't actually hurt. It was only just so unbearably embarrassing. In bed, Wei WuXian never tried to suppress his sounds, and thus every time his voice would go somewhat hoarse in the middle. It didn't really sound like a cry of pain, but rather more like a tempting moan. Hearing this, Lan WangJi paused, his gaze lowering.

Below his palms were the two round halves. Because of the two slaps, a light tint of pink shone through the fair skin, criss-crossed with rough fingerprints. Having been forcefully separated and fucked for so long, the crevice parted slightly, revealing the timidly contracting entrance, which seemed even softer now that it was swollen, almost making one doubt how it was able to swallow the hilt of Bichen and that horrifyingly-sized member of Lan WangJi's. Near his buttocks and his inner thighs was lined with thin streaks of liquid.

Lan WangJi's eyes darkened.

On the other hand, having been seized by him, Wei WuXian was scared he'd hit him again. He hurried to squeeze his entrance behind, trying hard to avert Lan WangJi's attention by making the slit open and close, hoping that he'd pay attention to the real deal and stop being so fixated on these two pieces of his flesh. As expected, he could hear Lan WangJi's breaths grow heavier from behind. He flipped his body around and sunk in again. The entry was more than smooth. Feeling his body be filled up again, Wei WuXian finally let out a breath of relief.

However, before he could even let out his breath completely, Lan WangJi landed another slap at his backside. Wei WuXian shivered from the strike, tightening uncontrollably. As the tip kneaded across his sensitive spot, he grew more erect as well, secreting drops of white.

And then, every time time Lan WangJi thrusted, he'd strike his buttcheeks, which meant every time Wei WuXian's insides would tighten to the most when the front of Lan WangJi's erection dug into that vital spot as he grew harder at the front. It was three layers of stimulation layering on top of one another. He felt almost as if he was in the midst of a terrifying tempest, whimpering softly, "Don't be like this… Lan Zhan… Stop… Stop it… Wake up! Wake up, Lan Zhan…"

He knew Lan WangJi had always been aggressive in bed, and he'd always loved his aggression. Yet, this was the first time he was forced into such a corner.

With dozens of slaps, Wei WuXian's buttcheeks were both red and warm, slightly swollen. It felt stinging to the touch, and his body grew more sensitive as well. When Lan WangJi plunged into the depths again, he lowered his head and kissed Wei WuXian's lips. Wei WuXian weakly hugged his shoulder, melting into the kiss. Exhausted, he finally released.

The milky fluid splattered between their abdomens. Following him, Lan WangJi also released to his content inside Wei WuXian's body.

After staying obediently for a while within the embrace, Wei WuXian spoke, his voice hoarse, "… It hurts…"

After having released the second time, it seemed as if Lan WangJi finally returned to his senses. Lying top of him, he somewhat helplessly asked, "… Where?"

Wei WuXian, "…"

Of course he couldn't say his ass hurt. He only whispered, "Lan Zhan, kiss me some more, hurry up…"

Seeing how he looked down, behaving so oddly proper, pink crawled upon Lan WangJi's white earlobes. He did as he was told and hugged Wei WuXian tightly, putting his lips around Wei WuXian's as he initiated the tender kiss.

When their lips parted, Lan WangJi indeed placed a light bite over Wei WuXian's lower lip.

And then both of them awakened.

Lying atop the wooden bed of the Jingshi, the two looked across at each other for a few moments. Lan WangJi pulled Wei WuXian into his arms again.

In the embrace, Wei WuXian was kissed for a long while. Satisfied, he shut his eyes, "Lan Zhan… Let me ask you a question. By coming inside of me every time, is it that you want me to bear a little Young Master Lan for you?"

In the dream he teased Lan WangJi and ended up digging his own grave, so when he woke up and saw Lan WangJi again, he couldn't help but to spout out nonsense again. But Lan WangJi wasn't as easily flustered as before either. He only asked, "How could you?"

Wei WuXian shifted his sore arms, using them as a pillow for his head, "Ugh, if I could, with how much you fuck me all the time, there would've long since been a den of little ones running on the ground."

Lan WangJi could never bear listening to such indecent words, "… Stop it."

Wei WuXian propped up one leg, grinning, "Embarrassed again? I…" Before he even finished, he suddenly felt Lan WangJi lay a light pat on his buttocks. Wei WuXian almost fell off the bed, "What are you doing?!!"

Lan WangJi, "Let me see."

Wei WuXian crawled up at once, ignoring his shaky legs, "No thanks, Lan Zhan, I certainly remember what wonderful things you did in your dream. Nobody had ever treated me like this!!! In the future you're not allowed to this either. Really, if you wanna fuck me then do it, I'll open my legs and let you do whatever you want—just don't hit me!!"

Lan WangJi pulled him back onto the bed, "I will not."

Having acquired his promise, Wei WuXian was relieved, "HanGuang-Jun, mark your words."

Lan WangJi, "Mn."

With three nights of toil, he felt the fatigue slowly rise. Wei WuXian couldn't keep going either. He snuggled into Lan WangJi's arms again and mumbled, "Nobody had ever treated me like this…"

Lan WangJi stroked his hair and landed a kiss on his forehead. Shaking his head, he smiled.

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Kapitel 123: Villainous Friend

13 Years ago (Recounting events that happened in the past)

Xue Yang sat beside the small, wooden table of a street side vendor, one leg stepping on the bench as he ate a bowl of glutinous rice dumplings soaked in rice wine. He tapped his spoon on his bowl. It was quite a satisfactory meal in the beginning, but in the end, he suddenly realized that even though the dumplings were sticky, the rice wine wasn't sweet enough.

Xue Yang stood up and kicked the stall over.

The vendor himself had been busying himself all over the place. He was shocked speechless by the kick. He stared as the young man perpetrated his assault and, after the kick, said nothing as he turned around to leave, a wide grin on his face. Only a few moments later did the vendor realize what happened. He caught up and scolded, "What are you doing?!"

Xue Yang, "Wrecking your stall."

The vendor was half-dead with anger, "You're sick! You're mad!"

Xue Yang didn't move an inch. Pointing at his nose, the vendor continued, "You little bastard! You eat my food, you don't give me money, and you have the guts to wreck my stall?! I…"

Xue Yang's thumb shifted. The sword at his waist was unsheathed with a 'clank.'

The sword shone coldly. He gently patted the vendor's cheek with Jiangzai's blade, his voice saccharine, "The dumplings were nice. Add more sugar next time."

After he finished, he turned around and continued to march forth.

The vendor was a mixture of shock and fear. He was mad, but he didn't dare say anything, gaping as he walked into the distance. Suddenly, he was filled with rage and frustration. A moment later, he let out a furious roared, "… Under broad daylight without rhyme or reason—why, why?!"

Xue Yang waved his hand without even looking back, "There's no why. There are lots of things in this world that happen without rhyme or reason. This is called an unexpected disaster. Goodbye!"

With light paces, he walked past a few blocks. A while later, someone came up from behind him and calmly caught up to his strides, hands folded behind.

Jin GuangYao sighed, "I only turned around for a second and you stirred up so much trouble for me. I only had to pay for a bowl of dumplings in the beginning, and now I have to pay for his table, chairs, pots and pans, and even bowls."

Xue Yang, "You'll miss the couple of coins?"

Jin GuangYao, "No."

Xue Yang, "Then why are you sighing?"

Jin GuangYao, "I don't think you'll miss the couple of coins either. Why can't you try being a normal customer once in a while?"

Xue Yang, "Back in Kuizhou I never paid for anything I wanted. Just like this." As he spoke, he casually plucked off a stick of sugared haws off a vendor's pole. It might be the first time the vendor saw such a shameless person. As he stared open-mouthed, Xue Yang took a bite, "Besides, you can deal with the trouble of me wrecking a tiny stall, can't you?"

Jin GuangYao smiled, "You little delinquent. Wreck stalls however you want. I wouldn't even care if you burned down the entire street. Just one thing—don't wear the Stars Amidst Snow robes and cover up your face. Don't let anyone know who did it, or it'd be trouble for me."

He tossed the money to the vendor. Xue Yang spat out a mouthful of haw pits. Through the corner of his eye, he saw a small area of purple at Jin GuangYao's forehead that wasn't hidden properly. He laughed, "Where did that come from?"

Jin GuangYao glanced at him in a somewhat reproachful way. He straightened his cap and hid the bruise properly, "It's a long story."

Xue Yang, "Nie MingJue did it?"

Jin GuangYao, "If he were the one who did it, do you think I could still be standing here and talking to you?"

Xue Yang felt that it very much made sense.

The two left Lanling City and approached a strange building amongst the wilderness. The building wasn't pretty. After the tall walls was a row of long, black houses. Before the row was a square, enclosed by steel fencing as high as one's chest. The fences were packed with red and yellow talismans. Within the field were all kinds of odd tools, like cages, guillotines, like tacked boards. A few "people" dressed in rags also walked slowly by.

All of the "people" had blue skin and empty gazes. They walked around the clearing without any purpose, bumping into one another at times and leaking strange noises from their throat.

It was a corpse training ground.

Back then, Jin GuangShan lusted after the Stygian Tiger Seal. He beat around the bush a couple of times, using all his skills, yet Wei WuXian didn't give in no matter what, and it made him run into a bunch of obstacles. He thought, If you can do it, why can't others? I don't believe that you Wei Ying are the only person in this world who can do it. The day will come when you're surpassed by someone and laughed at by everyone. Will you still be so arrogant then?

And so, Jin GuangShan sought after all those who imitated Wei WuXian in cultivating the ghostly path and gathered them under his rule. He spent a great amount of money and resources and these people, ordering them to study and analyze the structure of the Tiger Seal in secrecy so that they could replicate and restore it. Among them, not many achieved anything, while the one who walked the furthest was the youngest Xue Yang, recommended by Jin GuangYao alone.

Jin GuangYao was overjoyed. He accepted him as a guest cultivator and gave him high rights and freedom. The corpse training ground was an area of land Jin GuangYao specially requested for Xue Yang for him to research in secrecy, which meant for him to fool around however he wanted to.

When they approached the corpse training ground, two fierce corpses were currently engaged in a fight in the center of the square.

These two were evidently different from the other walking corpses. They were perfectly clothed and had white eyes, holding blades. As the two swords clashed, sparks were sent flying everywhere. Before the steel fence were positioned two chairs. The two sat down at the same time. Jin GuangYao fixed his collar, and a quivering corpse shifted over, presenting a tray.

Xue Yang, "Tea."

Jin GuangYao glanced at it. A purplish, peculiar object rested sunken in the bottom of the teacup, swollen from the soak, whatever it was.

With a smile, he pushed the teacup away, "Thank you."

Xue Yang pushed the teacup here again, asking affectionately, "This is tea I made with my own hands. Why don't you want to drink it?"

Jin GuangYao pushed the teacup away once more, explaining in a kind tone, "It's precisely because you made the tea with your own hands that I don't dare to drink it."

Xue Yang raised a brow. He turned around and continued to watch the corpse battle.

The two fierce corpses fought even harder, using both their swords and their claws as the tore off blood and flesh. The boredom on his face grew even denser. A short moment later, he suddenly snapped with his fingers and made a certain gesture. The two corpses immediately turned their swords around, bodies twitching, and slashed off their own heads. The remaining headless bodies plummeted to the ground, still shaking.

Jin GuangYao, "Hadn't they just gotten to the interesting part?"

Xue Yang, "They were too slow."

Jin GuangYao, "They were a lot faster than the two I saw last time."

Xue Yang reached out with the hand wrapped in a black glove, extended a finger, and wagged it, "That depends on what you compare them against. Something like this—let alone Wen Ning, they wouldn't even last long against the average fierce corpses that Wei WuXian controlled with his flute."

Jin GuangYao smiled, "Why the hurry? Even I'm not hurried. You can take it easy. Tell me if you need anything. Right—"

He took out something from within his sleeve and passed it to Xue Yang, "Perhaps you need this?"

As he skimmed through what it was, Xue Yang's body suddenly sat upright from the chair, "Wei WuXian's manuscripts?"

Jin GuangYao, "That's right."

Xue Yang flipped through the pages, his eyes glowing. Soon, he looked up, "Is this really his actual manuscripts? The ones he wrote when he was nineteen?"

Jin GuangYao, "Of course. Everyone fought for it as hard as they could. It took me quite some effort to gather all of them."

Xue Yang whispered something vulgar, the excitement in his eyes growing even stronger. After he flipped through, he spoke, "It's not complete."

Jin GuangYao, "The fight and fire on Burial Mound were more than destructive. It's fortunate enough that I could find these fragments. Cherish them carefully."

Xue Yang, "What about his flute? Can you get me Chenqing?"

Jin GuangYao shrugged, "Not Chenqing. Jiang WanYin took it."

Xue Yang, "Doesn't he hate Wei WuXian the most? Why would he need Chenqing? Didn't you also get that sword of Wei WuXian's? Give him the sword in exchange for the flute. It's long since Wei WuXian stopped using his sword, while Suibian sealed itself and nobody can pull it out. What's the use of keeping a fucking piece of decoration?"

Jin GuangYao, "You really ask me to do the impossible, Young Master Xue. Do you think I haven't tried? How could anything be that simple. That Jiang WanYin has already gone mad. He still thinks Wei WuXian hasn't died. If Wei WuXian returned, he might not search for his sword, but he'd definitely come for Chenqing. And so, he would definitely not give up Chenqing. A few more words of mine, and he might blow up."

Xue Yang sniggered, "A mad dog."

At this point, two of the LanlingJin Sect's disciples dragged over a cultivator with hair all tangled.

Jin GuangYao, "Weren't you going to rebuild your fierce corpses? I've come just in time to bring you the materials."

The eyes of the cultivator were almost flickering with red, and as he struggled, those pupils that looked at Jin GuangYao were about to spew out fire. Xue Yang, "Who's this?"

Jin GuangYao's face didn't change a bit, "Those I bring to you are sinners, of course."

Hearing this, the cultivator lunged forth, somehow managing to spit out the cloth that gagged his mouth along with a mouthful of blood, "Jin GuangYao! You vile, treacherous scum—how dare you call me a sinner? What sins have I committed?!"

One syllable at a time, he spoke as though his words became nails that could potentially pierce through Jin GuangYao. Xue Yang laughed, "What's up with him?"

The cultivator was restrained by those behind him like they were pulling on a dog's leash. Jin GuangYao waved his hands, "Hush him up."

Xue Yang, "Why? Let me hear him out, won't you? How are you a vile, treacherous scum? He's barking like a dog. I can't understand what he's saying."

Jin GuangYao's tone was somewhat reproachful, "Young Master He Su is a respected cultivator, after all. How could you refer to him in such a disrespectful way?"

The cultivator laughed coldly, "I've already fallen in your hands. What are you keeping up the pretense for?"

Jin GuangYao responded with a kind expression, "You don't have to look at me like that. I also had no choice. To elect a chief cultivator is an irresistible trend. What was the use of stirring up trouble and seeking argument everywhere? I've already warned you again and again, yet you were determined not to listen to me. Under these circumstances, things are already beyond redemption. From the bottom of my heart, I, too, feel utmost pain and regret."

He Su, "What was the irresistible trend? What was stirring up trouble? Jin GuangShan wanted to establish the position of chief cultivator only to imitate the QishanWen Sect in being the only ones at the top. Do you think all the world is ignorant? You frame me like this only because I spoke the truth!"

Jin GuangYao smiled, saying nothing. He Su continued, "When you really succeed, all of the world of cultivation would see the true face of the LanlingJin Sect. Do you think killing me alone would put you eternally at ease? How wrong you are! We, the TingshanHe Sect, teem with talent. From now on, we'll unite and never surrender to you Wen-dogs of another skin!"

Hearing this, Jin GuangYao squinted slightly, the corners of his lips curving up. It was the usual kind, gentle expression. Seeing this, He Su felt his heart skip a beat. At the same time, commotion sounded outside the corpse training ground, among it the cries of women and children.

He Su spun around, only to see a group of LanlingJin Sect cultivators drag inside sixty or seventy people all wearing the same uniform. There were men and women, old and young. Every one of them was a cross between shock and fear, while some were already crying. Both tied up, a girl and a boy kneeled on the ground as they wailed at He Su, "Brother!"

He Su was shocked speechless, his face instantly as white as paper, "Jin GuangYao! What are you doing?! It's enough if you kill me—why drag my entire sect along?!"

Jin GuangYao looked down and fixed his sleeves, still grinning, "Weren't you yourself the one who reminded me just now? Even if I killed you, I wouldn't be put eternally at ease. The TingshanHe Sect teems with talent, and from now on, you'd unite and never surrender—I was quite frightened. After much thought, this was the only thing I could come up with."

He Su felt as though a fist had been shoved down his throat. He couldn't manage a thing. A moment later, he raged, "To wipe out my entire sect without a reason—are you really not scared of being condemned by all?! Are you really not scared of what would happen if ChiFeng-Zun found out?!"

Hearing him mention Nie MingJue, Jin GuangYao raised his brows. Xue Yang laughed so hard he was about to flop over his chair. Jin GuangYao gave him a look before he turned around and replied calmly, "That's not the way to go about things, is it? The TingshanHe Sect rebelled and schemed to assassinate Sect Leader Jin with all its forces before it was caught red-handed. How could that be called without a reason?"

The ones over their cried, "Brother! He's lying! We didn't, we didn't!"

He Su, "Utterly nonsense! Open your eyes and fucking look! There are nine-year-old children here! Old men who can't even walk! How could they rebel against anything?! Why would they assassinate your dad out of nowhere?!"

Jin GuangYao, "Because you made a mistake and committed murder, Young Master He Su, while they refused to accept Koi Tower's conviction of you, of course."

He Su finally remembered the accusation for which he was transferred to such a creepy place, "It's all made up! I never killed a cultivator of the LanlingJin Sect! I've never even seen the person who died! I don't even know if he was really a cultivator from your sect! I… I…"

He stammered for a while before eventually caving in, "I… I don't even know what happened, I don't even know!"

Yet, at such a place, nobody would listen to his protests. Sitting before him were two villains who already treated him as though he were dead. What they enjoyed was precisely his dying struggle. Smiling, Jin GuangYao leaned back, waving his hand, "Hush him up, hush him up."

Knowing he'd undoubtedly die, He Su was brimming with dread. Clenching his teeth, he roared, "Jin GuangYao! You'll receive your retribution! You're dad is gonna die among prostitutes sooner or later, and you wouldn't meet a pleasant end either, you son of a prostitute!!!"

Xue Yang was in the middle of enjoying the speech, giggling and laughing. Yet all of a sudden, a shadow flashed and a silver light flew past. He Su screeched, covering his mouth.

Blood splattered all over the ground. Over there, the members of He Su's sect cried and cursed. It was utter chaos, but no matter how chaotic, it was firmly subdued. Standing before the collapsed He Su, Xue Yang tossed something bloody in his hand, snapping at two of the walking corpses beside him, "Shut him in the cage."

Jin GuangYao, "You shut them in alive?"

Xue Yang turned around, curling his lips, "Wei WuXian never used live humans, but I wanna try."

Under his command, the two corpses dragged the legs of He Su who was still screaming and threw them inside the steel cage in the middle of the corpse training ground. As they watched their elder brother bang his head madly against the bars, the boys and girls rushed over wailing. Their cries were so sharp that Jin GuangYao reached up and rubbed his temple, seeming as though he wanted to pick up the tea and have a few sips to steady his nerves. Yet, he looked down only to see the purplish, bloated object at the bottom of the cup. He then looked up at the tongue that Xue Yang was tossing around in his hand. After some thought, he finally realized, "This is what you make the tea out of?"

Xue Yang, "I have a whole jar. You want some?"

"…"

Jin GuangYao, "No thanks. Tidy things up a bit and come pick up someone with me. We can have tea elsewhere."

As though he suddenly remembered something, he fixed his cap, accidentally touching the area of purple hidden at his forehead. Xue Yang gloated, "So what exactly is up with that forehead of yours?"

Jin GuangYao, "I've said already. It's a long story."

Jin GuangShan always threw his tasks whether big or small onto Jin GuangYao's shoulders, while he indulged himself nights in a row, making Madam Jin throw her rage all around Koi Tower. When Jin ZiXuan was there, he could be the mediator between his parents, but right now it was already past the point of no turning back between the two. Every time Jin GuangShan went out and fooled around with women, he'd use Jin GuangYao to cover him and look for excuses. Madam Jin couldn't catch him, so she vented on Jin GuangYao instead, shattering an incense burner today and spilling a cup of tea tomorrow. And so, in order for him to be able to live a few more safe days on Koi Tower, Jin GuangYao had to go to brothels himself and retrieve Jin GuangShan on time.

Having familiarized himself with doing such things, Jin GuangYao already knew where he could find Jin GuangShan the quickest. Arriving at an elegant pavilion, Jin GuangShan walked in with hands behind his back. The manager at the main hall welcomed him with a fawning smile, while Jin GuangYao raised a hand to gesture that it was unnecessary. Casually, Xue Yang swiped an apple from a customer's table before following Jin GuangYao upstairs, only wiping it at his chest before munching down. Soon, the laughter of Jin GuangShan and quite a few women ventured down. The women chirped, "Sect Leader, don't you think this painting of mine is marvellous? Doesn't the flower look almost as if it were alive, painted on my body?" "What's so clever about painting? Sect Leader, look at my calligraphy. What do you think?"

Jin GuangYao had long since gotten used to this. He knew when he should appear and when he should not. He gestured towards Xue Yang and stopped in his tracks. Xue Yang clicked his tongue, his expression quite impatient. Just as he was about to go downstairs and wait, he suddenly heard Jin GuangShan's gruff voice, "Women—shouldn't it be enough as long as they water their flowers, powder their faces, and make themselves look as pretty as possible? Calligraphy? What a disappointment."

Those women all wanted to please Jin GuangShan originally. With these words, a flash of awkwardness passed over the pavilion. Jin GuangYao's figure froze somewhat as well.

Soon, someone giggled, "But I heard that back then in Yunmeng, there was a talented woman who charmed the entire world with her poems and songs—zither, chess, calligraphy, as well as painting!"

It was clear Jin GuangShan was dead drunk. The wine could even be heard from his stammering voice.

He mumbled, "That's——not how things work. Now I've realized. Women shouldn't play with those useless things. Women who've read some books always think they're a level higher than the other women. They're the most troublesome, with so many demands and unrealistic fancies."

Standing before a window, Xue Yang leaned back, his armed propped on the window as he ate his apple, looking sideways at the scenery outside. And Jin GuangYao's smile seemed to be locked on his face, his curved eyes motionless.

Up on the pavilion, the women agreed with laughter. As though he remembered something from the past, he murmured to himself, "If I bought her freedom and took her back to Lanling, who knows how much fuss she would've made. If she stayed where she was, she might be popular for a few more years and she wouldn't have to worry about her spendings for the rest of her life. Out of everything, just why did she have to bear a son, a son of a prostitute? What could she have hoped to…"

A woman asked, "Sect Leader Jin, who are you talking about? What son?"

Jin GuangShan's voice drifted, "Son? Oh, forget it."

"Okay, then we'll forget it!"

"If you don't like it when we write and paint, Sect Leader Jin, then we won't write and paint. How about we do something else?"

Jin GuangYao stood for thirty minutes by the stairs, while Xue Yang gazed at the scenery for thirty minutes as well. The laughter upstairs finally quieted.

A while later, Jin GuangYao turned around, his face calm, and began to slowly walk downstairs. Seeing this, Xue Yang casually tossed the apple core outside. He also followed down, wagging left and right.

The two walked for sometime on the streets. All of a sudden, Xue Yang rudely burst out laughing.

He began, "Hahahahahaha fuck hahahahahaha…"

Jin GuangYao stopped, his voice cold, "What are you laughing at?"

Xue Yang was splitting his sides with laughter, "You should've gotten a mirror and looked at your face. That smile was nasty. It was so fucking fake I could throw up."

Jin GuangYao let out a snort, "What do you know, you little delinquent? One has to smile no matter how fake, how disgusting it is."

Xue Yang responded lazily, "You were asking for it. If anyone dared say I was raised by a whore, I'd find his mom first, fuck her a couple hundred times, then drag her out and throw her into a whorehouse for others to fuck a couple hundred times. Then we'll see which of us was really the one raised by a whore. Simple."

Jin GuangYao laughed as well, "I sure don't have such refined hobbies."

Xue Yang, "You don't, but I do. I don't mind doing it for you. Just hit me up, and I can go fuck them for you, hahahahahaha…"

Jin GuangYao, "No, thanks. Save your energy, Young Master Xue. Will you be free the next few days?"

Xue Yang, "Won't I have to do it no matter what?"

Jin GuangYao, "Go to Yunmeng for me and tidy up a place for me. Make it clean."

Xue Yang, "They say when Xue Yang attacks, he leaves behind not even the chicken or the dog. Do you have any other misunderstandings as to how clean my work is?"

Jin GuangYao, "I don't think I've ever heard this saying?"

Night had already fallen. It was quiet all around, with few passersby. The two talked as they walked, passing a street side stall. The vendor was in the middle of dejectedly tidying his tables. He looked up and suddenly screamed, jumping backwards.

His scream and his jump were both quite frightening. Even Jin GuangYao paused, his hand moving to Hensheng's handle at his waist. When he saw that it was only the average street vendor, he immediately ignored it. Yet Xue Yang didn't say a word before he went over and kicked over the booth again.

The vendor was both shocked and terrified, "It's you again?! Why?!"

Xue Yang grinned, "Haven't I told you? There's no why."

He was just about to kick again when a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of his hand. His pupils shrunk, and he immediately sprang back. He raised his hand only to see that many red marks had already appeared on his hand. He looked up. A black-robed cultivator retracted his horsetail whisk, looking at him coldly.

The cultivator had a slender physique, his features stern and cold. He held a horsetail whisk in his hand and carried a sword on his back, the tassel of which swished alongside the night wind. Killing intent flashed across Xue Yang's eyes as he struck with his palm. The cultivator brandished his whisk, wanting to fend off the strike, while Xue Yang's attacks were always bizarre and unpredictable. The direction changed, and he lunged for his heart.

The cultivator frowned slightly. He dodged to the side, yet his left arm was lightly brushed by the hand. His body wasn't injured, yet frost suddenly fell over his face. It was as though he found it extremely distasteful, almost unbearable.

The slight change in expression fell into Xue Yang's eyes. He laughed coldly. Before he continued, a snowy figure suddenly cut between the fight. Jin GuangYao had intervened, "For my sake, please let him be, Daozhang Song ZiChen."

The vendor had long since fled the scene. The black-robed cultivator spoke, "LianFang-Zun?"

Jin GuangYao, "Yes, that would be me."

Song ZiChen, "For what reason is LianFang-Zun defending such insolence?"

Jin GuangYao managed a smile, seeming quite helpless, "Daozhang Song, this is a guest cultivator of the LanlingJin Sect."

Song ZiChen, "Why would a guest cultivator do something so lowly?"

Jin GuangYao coughed, "Daozhang Song, you don't understand. He… has an odd personality, and he's still quite young. Please excuse him."

At this point, a clear, gentle voice drifted past, "He's still quite young indeed."

Like a sliver of moonlight amidst the night, a white-clothed cultivator soundlessly appeared beside the three, holding a whisk and carrying on his back a sword.

The cultivator had a lean build. His robes and his sword tassel swayed as he slowly strode forward, as if he was stepping on clouds. Jin GuangYao greeted, "Daozhang Xiao XingChen."

Xiao XingChen returned the salute, smiling, "We parted over a few months ago, but what a surprise that LianFang-Zun hasn't yet forgotten me."

Jin GuangYao, "Daozhang Xiao XingChen moved the entire world with his swordsmanship. It'd instead be strange if I didn't remember, wouldn't it?"

Xiao XingChen smiled, as though he knew Jin GuangYao's way of adding some flattery into everything he said. He replied, "You overpraise me, LianFang-Zun." Right after, he turned his gaze towards Xue Yang, "However, even if he's still at a young age, as he has taken a seat amongst Koi Tower's guest cultivators, it's still best if he learns restraint. After all, the LanlingJin Sect is one of the most prestigious sects. It needs to lead by example in many aspects."

His dark irises shone bright yet gentle, holding no blame when looking at Xue Yang. And thus, even though it was words of advice, he didn't sound the least displeasing. Immediately, Jin GuangYao followed calmly, "Of course."

Xue Yang snickered. Hearing his laugh, Xiao XingChen didn't lose his temper either. He examined him for a while and spoke after some thought, "Moreover, I see that this young man's method of attack is quite…"

Song ZiChen's voice was icy, "Hostile."

Hearing this, Xue Yang laughed, "You say I'm still at a young age, but how much older are you? You say I attack with hostility, but who was the one that gave me a taste of his whisk first? It's absolutely ridiculous the way you two lecture others."

As he spoke, he raised the hand that was criss-crossed with blood and shook it. He was clearly the one who wrecked the stall first, yet right now he turned the tables around with utmost justification. Jin GuangYao didn't know what a face to make, turning to the two cultivators, "Daozhang, he…"

Xiao XingChen couldn't help but broke into a smile, "He's truly…"

Xue Yang squinted, "Truly what? Spit it out, won't you?"

Jin GuangYao's voice was warm, "ChengMei*, please hold your tongue for now."

*TN: This is Xue Yang's courtesy name. The name is originally taken from the phrase 'to help fulfil the wishes of others', but can also be interpreted to mean 'to become pretty'.

Hearing the name, Xue Yang's face immediately darkened. Jin GuangYao continued, "Daozhang, I'm really sorry for today. For my sake, please don't mind him."

Song ZiChen shook his head. Xiao XingChen patted his shoulder, "ZiChen, let's go."

Song ZiChen glanced at him and nodded. The two said goodbye to Jin GuangYao and left together.

Xue Yang glared at their leaving figures with insidious eyes, grinning through clenched teeth, "… Fucking damn cultivators."

Jin GuangYao mused, "They didn't really do much to you, so why the anger?"

Xue Yang spat, "I find these fake, conceited people the absolute most disgusting. That Xiao XingChen was clearly not even that much older than me, poking his nose into other people's business—annoying. And he started giving me a lecture. And that Song guy." He sneered, "I only brushed past his arm, so what was with that look he gave me? Sooner or later, I'll dig out his eyes and shatter his heart. Let's see what he'll do when that happens."

Jin GuangYao, "Now that's a misunderstanding. Daozhang Song is somewhat mysophobic. He doesn't like contact with others. It wasn't directed at you."

Xue Yang, "Who are these damn cultivators?"

Jin GuangYao, "After so much, you don't even know them? Right now, those two are in the midst of their popularity— 'Xiao XingChen, the bright moon, the gentle breeze; Song ZiChen, the distant snow, the cold frost.' Haven't heard that?"

Xue Yang, "No. I don't get it. The fuck is that?"

Jin GuangYao, "Nevermind if you haven't heard it, nevermind if you don't get it. In any case, they're gentlemen, so don't provoke them."

Xue Yang, "Why?"

Jin GuangYao, "They say one should choose offending a crook over offending a gentleman*."

*TN: the real saying goes the opposite way.

Xue Yang looked at him with much suspicion, "Does such a saying exist?"

Jin GuangYao, "Of course. When you offend a crook, you can outright kill them to spare later trouble, and the crowd would even cheer for you; when you offend a gentleman, things become more difficult. These people create the most hassle. They'd chase after you and never let go, and if you lay even a single finger on them, you'd be the target of all. Hence, it's best to keep them at arm's length. It was fortunate that today they only thought you were too arrogant due to your youth and that they didn't know what you did throughout the day. Or else, there'd be no end to it."

Xue Yang mocked, "So many restrictions. I'm not scared of these people."

Jin GuangYao, "You're not, but I am. One thing less is better than one thing more. Let's go."

There weren't many steps to go anyways. Soon, the two arrived at a fork. To the right was Koi Tower; to the left was the corpse training ground.

They exchanged a smile, and parted ways.

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