After Faking My Death, I Became the Male Lead's White Moonlight - Chapter 3

Song Lianzhou cried out in shock: “Senior Brother, what are you talking about?!”

He had simply regarded Ye Xisheng as an ordinary little white cabbage, occasionally fertilizing and watering him.

However, if there were truly some inescapable affairs between the original host and Ye Xisheng, then the nature of the situation changed entirely, and he would have to consider other matters—such as considering beating the system up.

[System! Didn’t you tell me that the original host and Ye Xisheng were completely unacquainted and had never met before?!]

If there truly was some sort of emotional connection between the two, wouldn’t his previous behavior in front of Ye Xisheng have completely exposed his imposture?!

Besides, given that the original host looked at Ye Xisheng with special favor, yet he himself was trying to stir up a dispute between the original host and Ye Xisheng, was that something a human being would do?

To this, the system also wore an innocent expression: [I really didn’t know! The original book clearly didn’t write this part…]

“Is that not so?” Hua Zuojiu tilted his head slightly. “I’ve noticed A-Zhou frequently staring at him in a daze. Earlier, you even asked me for the roster of disciples to see which sect he had entered under. Oh, right, I also saw you secretly inquiring from others about his current cultivation level. Isn’t that caring deeply?”

With that, both Hua Zuojiu and Gu Qingci revealed knowing expressions that practically screamed, “You two definitely have something going on.”

Song Lianzhou: ……

[Found it, found it, Host!] The system’s voice suddenly rang out, abruptly shoving an e-book right in front of him: [There is a line of small print in the footer of the postscript!]

[Oh… so that’s how it was! In the early stages, the male lead’s spiritual roots were murky, manifesting as mediocre mixed spiritual roots, with only his fire spiritual root being of supreme grade. At the time, Gu Qingci remarked that his aptitude was quite good, but unfortunately his spiritual roots were too numerous and cluttered. As a result, the original host only heard the first half”aptitude is quite good” and felt rather awkward inside, which is why he always stared at the male lead, wanting to secretly compete with him.]

Song Lianzhou stared at the e-book floating in the void, searching for a long time before finally locating that line of small print, unable to keep himself from falling into a spell of speechlessness: [Is this annotation font size meant for ants to read?]

He couldn’t help trying to defend the original host: “Senior Brother, you’ve misunderstood. I really don’t care about that Ye Xisheng; I was just looking and asking casually.”

Gu Qingci chimed in, “Yes, yes, yes. Master knows that you have always been a casual person.” Having said that, he and Hua Zuojiu continued to gaze at Song Lianzhou with unfathomable expressions.

Hua Zuojiu added abruptly, “I heard that this young brother Ye has sustained injuries recently and purchases medicinal ingredients at the apothecary daily. A-Zhou, aren’t you going to go check on him?”

Song Lianzhou: “…”

Song Lianzhou: “Senior Brother, I really didn’t”

[Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, Host!] The system suddenly sounded an air-raid siren inside Song Lianzhou’s brain: [Hurry up and stop Ye Xisheng!!]

[Stop what?]

[This is a very important plot node in the original book! The disciple responsible for delivering medicine to the male lead accidentally mixed up the injury-healing medicine with a spiritual medicine brewed from medicinal herbs, causing the male lead’s cultivation to surge dramatically after drinking it! Host, you must hurry and stop him from drinking that spiritual medicine!]

[This…] Song Lianzhou furrowed his brows slightly. [This doesn’t seem quite right… and how am I supposed to stop him…]

[Oh my, Host, I know what you’re worried about, but going there means you’re saving him! Originally, he should have awakened his supreme-grade fire spiritual root and completed a face-slapping sequence when being bullied by Wang Yue, but now that you’ve helped him, he didn’t awaken his spiritual root.]

[Furthermore, the spiritual energy contained in that bowl of medicinal soup is tyrannical, which would be a tremendous boost for a supreme-grade fire spiritual root. But if the current Ye Xisheng drinks it, he will very likely burst apart and die from failing to withstand the spiritual energy within! If the male lead dies, we’re completely finished too!]

“Senior Brother, I really didn’t—”

Watching Song Lianzhou utter only half a sentence, Hua Zuojiu saw him suddenly fall silent for a few seconds before cupping his hands in salute and saying, “Master, Senior Brother, I suddenly recalled that I have matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first.”

Gu Qingci nodded, watching Song Lianzhou’s retreating figure vanish into the end of the path in a flurried rush.

“My, my,” Hua Zuojiu deliberately dragged out his tone, “this flustered and hurried momentum”

“The direction A-Zhou went…” Gu Qingci said with a beaming smile, “should be the path leading to the outer sect.”

“On the surface, he claims not to care, yet isn’t he rushing back to check on the person? A-Zhou is simply all bark and no bite.”

Completely unaware of how deeply mistaken they were, the two individuals both displayed thoroughly gratified smiles.

In the outer realm of the Cangling Sect, within the outer sect disciples’ quarters.

Ye Xisheng was supporting his cheek with one hand, pondering something, when the door was suddenly given a soft knock. Following that, someone pushed the door open carrying a bowl of medicine.

“Brother Ye, these are the medicinal ingredients you ordered at the apothecary yesterday. Today’s portion has already been brewed.”

As the medicine-delivery disciple spoke, he placed several bags of ingredients and a bowl of pitch-black concoction onto the table.

Ye Xisheng lifted his eyelids, staring fixedly at the disciple for a few seconds before breaking into a smile. He fished out a handful of loose silver coins and handed them over: “Thank you for delivering this for me.”

“T-this is so much?!” The disciple was startled, hurriedly waving his hands and taking only half of the sum. “Brother Ye, this is already enough; you don’t need to give me this much.”

Ye Xisheng nodded and said nothing more.

The disciple stood in place for a moment. Seeing that Ye Xisheng had withdrawn his hand and resumed propping his face in thought without any intention of drinking the medicine, he couldn’t help asking, “Brother Ye, aren’t you going to drink it?”

“Oh, I’ll drink it in a moment,” Ye Xisheng looked over. “Is there anything else?”

“Nothing much, but Brother Ye should drink it while it’s hot; the medicinal efficacy is best right now. Besides, since Brother Ye gave me so much, I really feel a bit embarrassed. How about I help you take the soup bowl back after you finish drinking? It will save you from making another trip.”

Ye Xisheng’s gaze swept across the medicinal soup, then landed on the disciple’s face, and he suddenly smiled: “Alright then, thank you.”

With that, he picked up the soup bowl and brought it toward his lips. In his peripheral vision, the disciple’s gaze was locked tightly onto the medicinal soup in his hands, slowly lifting upward along with the movement of his hands…

The icy rim of the bowl touched his lips.

The next second, the door to the quarters was forcefully kicked open!

“Ye Xisheng, wait!”

Accompanied by that cry came a blade of wind that knocked the porcelain bowl right out of Ye Xisheng’s hand with a single strike. Amidst a crisp, resounding crash, the bowl smashed against the wall and instantly shattered into pieces, sending shards of porcelain and brown medicinal broth splashing all over the floor.

Ye Xisheng and the medicine-delivery disciple froze for a moment, looking toward the doorway together.

Maintaining the posture of one hand raised the wind-attribute spiritual energy still not entirely suppressed, fluttering his hair into motion, Song Lianzhou heaved a slight sigh against his rising and falling chest, gazed at Ye Xisheng, and finally let out a breath of relief.

Thank goodness, thankfully he made it in time.