After Marrying the 'Long Aotian' in Drag to Counter Bad Luck - Chapter 11

Ye Xingchen stabbed Song Xiuyuan several consecutive times. Only when his chest felt a bit lighter did he suddenly snap out of it, coughing lightly. He waved his hand, signaling the disciple who was locking Song Xiuyuan’s neck to let him go.

He said crossly, “You really are my dear brother.”

“Well, that’s only because you said you were going to kill me. If you hadn’t threatened me, why would I have let you knowingly walk straight into the tiger’s den?”

The moment Song Xiuyuan was released, he immediately took several steps back, deeply afraid that Ye Xingchen would stab him a few more times.

He rubbed his reddened neck and said indignantly, “By the way, what on earth have you been eating these past few days? Why does your body feel so much better than before?”

In the past, if he provoked Ye Xingchen, he had absolutely nothing to fear. He possessed a Golden Core cultivation level, whereas before Ye Xingchen contracted this strange illness, he was only at the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage. Not only had Ye Xingchen failed to break through for two years, but he usually gasped every three steps and coughed every five. At most, getting stabbed once or twice would settle things.

Yet today, for some reason, Ye Xingchen had relentlessly chased him for half an hour, and had even pinned him to the ground and thrashed him wildly.

If Ye Xingchen’s face weren’t still completely devoid of color and looking utterly sickly right now, Song Xiuyuan would have almost thought he was fully cured.

It would have been better left unmentioned, but the moment it was brought up, Ye Xingchen felt a surge of fury rush to his heart. With a dark face, he pulled a silk handkerchief from his robes to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. “You still have the nerve to speak! I almost lost my innocence!”

Song Xiuyuan張了張嘴, “Wow. How thrilling.”

“Do you believe I will plunge my sword through you right now?”

Song Xiuyuan, knowing perfectly well that a wise man submits to circumstances, stopped talking.

Ye Xingchen turned to the serious matter at hand. “I went to check out the Blood Moon Pavilion earlier, and I think it’s quite suitable. I still have to deal with Rong Nianxue, so I’ll have to trouble you to deliver these spirit stones to the Mission Hall in a few days.”

Song Xiuyuan took the universe bag from his hand, opened it to take a look, and let out a soft click of his tongue. “You really intend to move out and live on your own?”

He had always thought Ye Xingchen was joking. After all, the two of them had already bound themselves by a Dao contract; making do together wasn’t entirely unlivable.

Ye Xingchen scratched his head and said rather violently, “I just feel that if things go on like this, either she or I will end up driven mad.”

Song Xiuyuan wore an expression of someone watching a good show, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. “You say that now, but if you happen to fall for her in the future, you won’t be able to go back even if you want to.”

“Impossible! You’d have better luck believing that from now on, I’ll fish without bait, eat noodles without salt, and roast meat without it ever cooking through,” Ye Xingchen said categorically.

For once, Song Xiuyuan fell silent, noting that the declaration was vicious enough.

A nearby disciple, having found two cups of tea from somewhere, handed one to each of them.

Song Xiuyuan asked, “Where did you get this tea?”

The disciple pointed in the direction of the Xuantian Hall and said, “I saw Fifth Senior Sister selling tea. Thinking that both Senior Brothers would surely want a drink after your decisive battle, I went and asked for two cups.”

Hearing this, Song Xiuyuan took a small sip. “Not bad. Tomorrow, this Senior Brother will teach you how to wield a sword.”

The disciple grinned broadly. “Awesome, thank you, Senior Brother Song.”

Far off in the distance, a stealthily watching Rong Nianfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Xingchen drain the tea in one gulp. To raise troops for a thousand days is for their use in a single moment; it truly wasn’t in vain that he brewed medicine for Ye Xingchen every single day.

Everything was ready; all that was missing was the final catalyst.

It appeared that the cup of drugged liquid mentioned in the book was precisely this cup of tea. As long as Ye Xingchen returned to the Yuxu Pavilion right now and ran into Liu Li’er, who would come to his door to confess her feelings, the two of them would experience something absolutely wonderful.

Thinking up to this point, his entire being felt at ease.

The plot was finally getting back on track!

“Alright, let’s consider this matter put behind us. I will absolutely settle the arrangements for the Blood Moon Pavilion perfectly for you,” Song Xiuyuan said, his peach blossom eyes crinkling.

Ye Xingchen covered his lips and let out a yawn, waving his hand. “Fine, if you’re busy, you can head out first. For some reason, I feel a bit sleepy now. Since the sun is nice today, I’ll bask in it for a bit.”

Song Xiuyuan watched as he fished a rocking chair out of the universe bag at his waist, letting out a sharp hiss. “It’s likely because you overexerted yourself just now, and you’re useless again.”

Ye Xingchen laughed and cursed, “Get lost, you’re the one who’s useless.”

He lay down comfortably on the chair. Finding the sunlight a bit too piercing, he casually snatched the folding fan from Song Xiuyuan’s hand, unfolded it, and placed it over his face, giving strict instructions: “If Rong Nianxue comes looking for me, just tell her I went down the mountain.”

“Got it.” Having his folding fan stolen didn’t upset Song Xiuyuan. He placed his hands behind his back and walked toward Xuantian Hall.

Rong Nianfeng, who was still observing from the shadows, was left speechless.

“…”

Why was this scene completely different from what he imagined? Shouldn’t Ye Xingchen be returning to Lingyun Peak? Why did he just lie down right here?

He took a long, deep breath and chanted the Heart-Cleansing Mantra dozens of times in his mind. He would endure!

Another fifteen minutes passed, and Rong Nianfeng’s entire body went numb. He had always wondered why that dog of an author didn’t write things clearly when penning the story. In just these fifteen minutes, Ye Xingchen had accepted several cups of wine and several cups of tea from other people. God only knew which cup was the one that had actually been drugged!

Finally, heaven rewards those who are faithful. After feeding the mosquitoes for another long while, Ye Xingchen suddenly sprang up from the rocking chair like a leaping carp. He took the folding fan, fanned himself, and muttered to himself, “Strange, why is it so hot today?”

Rong Nianfeng, who had been dozing off, snapped awake instantly. He had finally waited long enough for him!

To his surprise, Ye Xingchen merely got up to drag the rocking chair to a shaded spot, and then continued his salted-fish lounging. Rong Nianfeng clenched his fists slightly, angered that he was being played with.

Unexpectedly, he found himself making eye contact with a cultivator hiding in another dark corner. The man’s face was thin, looking somewhat like a monkey, and crucially, his eyebrows drooped downward. At a glance, he possessed a textbook villain’s face!

Presumably, this person was the one who had drugged Ye Xingchen. The two quickly exchanged looks, both smiling with ambiguous meaning.

The cultivator raised an eyebrow and nodded at him.

Rong Nianfeng was confused.

“?”

He figured the cultivator must be exchanging a secret signal with him. He raised his own eyebrows, thinking that this should count as successfully matching the signal.

The two of them, sharing a tacit understanding, squatted in their respective corners, remaining completely motionless as they waited for Ye Xingchen to move.

Finally, a bizarre sensation in his lower abdomen became completely unbearable for Ye Xingchen, causing a wave of heat that made his heart panic slightly.

“Why is that medicine Rong Nianxue gave me absolutely never-ending?”

Rong Nianfeng, who was falsely accused out of nowhere, could only stay silent.

“…”

Fine, as long as the plot did not deviate, he would take the blame if he must.

They watched as Ye Xingchen stored the rocking chair back into his universe bag, drew his sword from his waist, and dashed off like a gust of wind.

Success!

Rong Nianfeng stood up, his eyes crinkling into a happy smile. Perhaps because he had squatted for too long, his feet were a bit numb. Even so, looking at it this way, the plot had successfully unfolded; the rest would depend on Ye Xingchen’s own fortune.

Xuantian Hall contained quite a few rare and bizarre things; if his luck was good, he might even be able to unearth some good treasures. Thinking this way, Rong Nianfeng walked toward Xuantian Hall with light steps.

To his surprise, before he could take more than a few steps, the cultivator who had just flown off on his sword to follow Ye Xingchen suddenly rushed back in a panicked hurry, saying anxiously, “Why are you still here?”

Rong Nianfeng was startled.

“…Huh?”

Before he could even utter a word, he was tossed onto the sword by the cultivator and carried straight away. Snapping out of it, Rong Nianfeng assumed he was about to be silenced to keep his mouth shut.

He hurriedly said, “Brother, it’s like this: regarding the matter of you drugging Ye Xingchen, I will absolutely not say a single word to anyone else. My lips are tightly sealed.”

The cultivator was rather impatient. “I know.”

“Then just drop me off anywhere you like,” Rong Nianfeng said miserably.

He desperately hoped this person was not actually here to take his life. He had not even begun to defy heaven to change his fate, nor had he realized his dream of becoming the world’s number one sword cultivator!

The cultivator looked straight ahead, speaking in a sinister tone, “Improper sword piloting brings two lines of tears to loved ones. I am driving the sword, so do not disturb me. Your current behavior violates the Immortal Laws.”

Rong Nianfeng was nearly driven to death by anger, forced to swallow his grievance silently. The man really did not look like someone who abides by the Immortal Laws!

It wasn’t until he saw a familiar pavilion that a bad premonition slowly arose in Rong Nianfeng’s heart. The corners of his mouth twitched as he asked, “Brother, what are you doing bringing me back to Yuxu Palace?”

The cultivator looked completely baffled. “Didn’t you just raise your eyebrows at me earlier to say that I would be responsible for drugging him, and you would be responsible for taking him on?”

Rong Nianfeng was entirely shocked.

“?”

No, taking on what? How come he didn’t know he had ever said such a phrase? He was still a pure, untouched young man!

“You misunderstand” Before he could finish speaking, Rong Nianfeng was thrown into Yuxu Palace by the cultivator.

He then watched with wide eyes as the cultivator clapped the dust off his palms, saying, “There is no need for thanks, young lady. After all, we are just taking what we each need. I wish you two a beautiful night.”

In the next second, Yuxu Palace was surrounded by a thin layer of a barrier.

Rong Nianfeng flew into a rage. “Come back here!”

Regrettably, in order to find this sound-isolating barrier, the cultivator had suffered quite a bit, and its efficacy was excellent; naturally, he couldn’t hear a word of what Rong Nianfeng was saying.

Rong Nianfeng was on the verge of tears. “The moment I get out, you will absolutely be the first person I kill!”

However, he, who was still shouting wildly, quickly went silent.

Ye Xingchen, who had appeared behind him at some unknown point, tightly encircled his waist. The chilling air emanating from his bones was highly discordant with his scorching hot body. The youth was already controlled by desire, unconsciously rubbing his head affectionately against Rong Nianfeng’s neck.

Rong Nianfeng shuddered.

“…”

To be honest, it was unbelievable, but he felt a wave of profound revulsion. Scared into a jolt, he gave Ye Xingchen a clean shoulder throw with a heavy thud. Needless to say, it was quite effective.

Ye Xingchen’s expression went blank for a moment. He lay on the ground dazed for a short while, and then, with a wet cough, spat out another mouthful of blood. It looked entirely like a brutal murder scene.

He gasped for breath with great difficulty, the corners of his eyes flushed red as he ground his teeth and said, “You actually want to force me to submit to you!”

“Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t me?”

He also had no idea how things had evolved to this point! No, he had to think of a way.

Before he could think of anything, the rationality that Ye Xingchen had managed to regain with great effort began to crumble once more. His entire body felt as uncomfortable as if it were being gnawed by ants: hot, burning, and itching. He didn’t know what he needed right now to find relief.

He licked his dry lips. “Can you let me take a bite of you?”

“Bite your granddad!” Without another word, Rong Nianfeng dragged Ye Xingchen, who was lying on the floor, onto the bed.

Taking advantage of the fact that the youth was not yet entirely consumed by desire, he fished out an Immortal-Binding Chain from his universe bag and bound him securely to the bed.

The more Rong Nianfeng thought about it, the more depressed he became. This was clearly New Character’s plotline, yet look at it now; it had completely deviated. Who was going to roll in the sheets with Ye Xingchen? Who was going to scale the peaks of passion with him?

Suddenly, a stroke of inspiration hit him, and he abruptly recalled a secret technique from the manual given to him by that white-bearded old man in Xuantian Hall.

He recalled the First Lecture on the Cloud-Grabbing Method, the Second Lecture, the Easy-to-Contain Overturned Water Method, and the Ghost-Wailing and Wolf-Howling Method.

He developed a bizarre thought. He desperately hoped these did not correspond to the situation at hand. He was weak and unable to care for himself; he absolutely could not comprehend such profound and esoteric secret methods!

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