After Marrying the 'Long Aotian' in Drag to Counter Bad Luck - Chapter 5

It should not have been like this. How on earth did he end up forming a Dao covenant with Ye Xingchen?

It must be because too much time had passed since he transmigrated, causing him to forget most of the novel’s plot. He needed to slow down for a moment and properly think things through.

Oh right, there actually was such a plot point in the original book.

After Rong Nianxue married Ye Xingchen, Ye Xingchen had no desire to spend time with her, feeling that a small, insignificant sect like the Shuiyun Sect was completely beneath his status. Consequently, he found another place to stay on Lingyun Peak. On regular days, he would rather drag his sickly body to the Mission Hall to accept tasks than see her face.

Since Rong Nianxue already had someone else in her heart, she was naturally more than happy to see Ye Xingchen leave her alone. They even managed to completely deceive Immortal Master Wuji and the others regarding the Dao covenant that they never actually got around to forming.

If the Hemen Sect from Liu Lier’s side had not eventually come knocking on their door, the people of the Xuantian Sword Sect would never have known that Ye Xingchen and Liu Lier had already formed a covenant a year prior.

Phooey, what an unfaithful man!

大量這種情節放在點家小說裡，倒也算正常了。

Because Rong Nianxue did not love the Dragon Aotian protagonist, she successfully became the most disliked character among the readers out of all the five women in Ye Xingchen’s harem.

But none of that was the main point. The main point was that even after executing a massive brainstorm, he still had not managed to dig out this specific piece of the plot. Now that he had formed a Dao covenant with Ye Xingchen, did this not mean he could never get married for the rest of his life?

Forget it, forget it. Cultivation was what mattered most. In any case, the one being disgusted here was the Dragon Aotian protagonist, so what did it have to do with him, Rong Nianfeng? He only hoped that this Ye Xingchen would not think of taking his small life just to form a covenant with Liu Lier instead.

“Cough, cough.” Ye Xingchen lowered his head and coughed softly. He had not expected that because he had expended too much internal energy, his coughing would actually grow increasingly severe.

This Dragon Aotian protagonist would not literally cough himself to death, would he? The moment this thought surfaced, it frightened Rong Nianfeng into a shudder, and he hurriedly whipped off the bridal veil that was still covering his head.

Taking a swift stride forward, he vigorously patted Ye Xingchen on the back, about to say, “You,” but he suddenly remembered that he was currently supposed to be a woman. He forced his voice to take a sharp turn, pinching his throat to say in a sweet, delicate tone, “Brother Xingchen, are you alright?”

Ye Xingchen froze when he heard the voice, and the sentence Song Xiuyuan had sent earlier could not help but pop into his mind. He had written that Junior Sister Nianxue was currently going through a vocal transition, so her voice was soft, sweet, and melted the very bones.

An immediate wave of intense revulsion washed over him, causing him to cough even harder.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

“Do not touch me!” Without offering any explanation, he slapped away Rong Nianfeng’s hand, which was resting on his back. Likely due to the severity of his coughing, his lips looked somewhat pale. As he spoke, he shrank backward to avoid the touch.

Watching his movements, Rong Nianfeng could not help but recall a specific scene from the book where Liu Lier had hugged Ye Xingchen tightly and asked him what kind of woman he hated most in his life. At that time, Ye Xingchen had frowned and stated that he disliked delicate, useless, and unambitious people the most. Therefore, Rong Nianfeng put on a complete performance, looking utterly pitiful as he said, “Brother Xingchen, listen to me first.”

“Cough, cough. Do not speak for a moment.” Ye Xingchen finally managed to ease his breathing with great difficulty, and the flush rising on his face slowly began to recede. Just as he was about to speak up to draw a clear line between himself and Rong Nianfeng, a loud crash echoed in the next second, and he fell flat on his buttocks onto the floor.

Looking at Ye Xingchen’s completely dazed expression, Rong Nianfeng almost failed to maintain his character archetype and burst out laughing, forcing his entire face to turn a deep shade of red from holding it in. However, he still had to play the part. He took small, hurried steps forward, looking as though he were on the verge of tears, with droplets hanging in his eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

“I was trying to tell you that the table leg was about to break.”

Ye Xingchen did not say a word. Whether it was from the fall or the coughing, the corners of his eyes were rimmed with red. Because Rong Nianfeng had been wearing the bridal veil earlier, he had not been able to see him very clearly. Now that the youth had fallen flat on the ground, his features could finally be seen distinctly.

One had to admit that a Dragon Aotian protagonist truly lived up to the title. His face was as flawless as jade, and as the warm candlelight cast its glow upon him, his beautiful thin lips were as pale as paper. The corners of his eyes were narrow and slanted upward, and the mist within them looked as hazy as misty rain. It was a pity that he was sick, making his cheeks appear a little lean and thin.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, but that did not hinder Rong Nianfeng from playing the role of the delicate bride to perfection. He squatted down, gently pulled at Ye Xingchen’s hand, and let out a bizarre, whimpering sound. “Ying.”

It was as if Ye Xingchen had been possessed by a cat; his pupils instantly contracted into sharp vertical slits. He stared at the dark-haired, fair-skinned woman before him in absolute disbelief, followed by a violent explosion of coughing. “Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!”

Rong Nianfeng thought to himself in silence that if he kept coughing like this, he really was going to die.

In the next instant, Ye Xingchen actually spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a loud splat. This threw Rong Nianfeng into a frantic panic. He silently pleaded that the man would truly not die right here. If his death did not affect the existence of this world, it would be fine, but the fear was that if Ye Xingchen died, he would have to suffer along with him.

“I will help you over to the bed to rest.”

Ye Xingchen was relying entirely on a single breath to keep himself going, so he stopped resisting entirely, waiting for Rong Nianfeng to help him up with a look of complete resignation.

Just as he was about to grab Ye Xingchen’s hand, Rong Nianfeng suddenly remembered his character archetype and quickly tacked on another line. “Ying, Brother Xingchen, it is all my fault.”

The moment those words left his mouth, he watched as Ye Xingchen, who had been about to take his hand, retracted his arm with a swift whoosh. Gathering every ounce of strength left in his body, the man began to crawl desperately toward the door.

Rong Nianfeng was nearly driven mad with frustration. He firmly grabbed the corner of Ye Xingchen’s robe and said, “If you do not go to the bed to rest right now, I am afraid you will end up dying inside this room today.”

He watched as the man, who was still struggling to crawl outward, experienced a sudden shudder throughout his slender frame. If anything, he began to crawl even faster. Straining his voice, the man shouted, “Even if I, Ye Xingchen, cough to death right here today, I will absolutely never stay inside this room with you!”

Rong Nianfeng could not persuade him otherwise. Taking advantage of the fact that Ye Xingchen could not see him, he continued his act while standing with his hands on his hips, panting as he spoke. “Brother Xingchen, could it be that I have done something wrong?”

“If you do not like me, why did you have to marry me?”

“I am willing to use my heart, which burns as intensely as the roaring fires of the Infinite Domain, to melt your icy mountain.”

“Ah, Brother Xingchen, my dear husband, do you know that when I found out I could marry you, my heart beat ever so fast?”

Once his poetry recitation was finished, Rong Nianfeng’s throat felt a little dry from all the talking, yet he noticed that Ye Xingchen still had not managed to crawl to the front of the door. He let out a soft sigh, thinking that this Dragon Aotian protagonist truly possessed an incredibly weak physique. Looking closer, he suddenly realized that the man had not simply stopped crawling; he had actually coughed himself into unconsciousness!

Terrified, Rong Nianfeng rushed to pound on the door, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Help! Help! Your youngest junior brother is about to die!”

The massive commotion startled the spiritual birds resting on the trees outside, causing them to flap their wings and fly away in a flurry.

By the time Immortal Master Wuji arrived with a crowd of disciples, they actually froze for a brief moment upon seeing the winding trail of blood on the floor. However, looking at their expressions, they were clearly accustomed to such sights. Although they carried the scent of alcohol on them, they still quite skillfully cast a Cleansing Technique on Ye Xingchen and moved him onto the bed.

Immortal Master Wuji pulled a bottle of elixirs from his waist, selected a large pill, and stuffed it straight into Ye Xingchen’s mouth. Only then did he wave his hand and say, “Do not be afraid, young junior! Little Eleven has simply spat out a lot of blood; he will not die just yet.” As he spoke, he even let out a loud alcoholic hiccup.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How did our Eleventh Junior Brother end up in such a state?” A familiar voice drifted into Rong Nianfeng’s ears; it belonged to the person who had captured Ye Xingchen from the back mountain earlier today.

Sure enough, Immortal Master Wuji replied in a daze, “Song Xiuyuan, today is your Eleventh Junior Brother’s wedding day. Give him a bit of a break.”

The man with fox-like eyes smiled and withdrew his hand, tucking in the corner of the blanket for Ye Xingchen, who was lying on the bed. “I am simply straightening Eleventh Junior Brother’s blanket for him.” With that, his gaze fell upon Rong Nianfeng. He unfurled the folding fan in his hand, gave it a gentle wave, and said with a smile, “This must be Senior Sister Nianxue, correct?”

Senior Sister, my foot, Rong Nianfeng thought. He gave him a flat, indifferent look and mumbled a vague response. “Yes.”

In truth, there was nothing wrong with Song Xiuyuan addressing him that way. He had previously inquired with the Sect Master of the Shuiyun Sect and learned that this Immortal Master Wuji had accepted a total of eleven inner sect disciples, among whom only the tenth and eleventh were personal disciples.

Speaking of that tenth disciple, he was only two months older than the eleventh disciple, who was Ye Xingchen. Consequently, there were many rumors circulating that because the two were close in age, their relationship was much better than with the rest of the disciples.

“Then I hope to get along well with Senior Sister Nianxue in the future.” Song Xiuyuan used his folding fan to obscure his face, leaving only his eyes visible, which were curved into bright crescents from his smile.

After a little while longer, Immortal Master Wuji used his hand to check Ye Xingchen’s breathing. Sensing that his spiritual energy had stabilized, he finally spoke. “Yes, he will not die.”

The group of people then left in a noisy rush, leaving behind only the faint scent of blood in the air.

“Sigh!” What a terrible situation. Rong Nianfeng could not help but shake his head.

After such a dramatic ordeal, the night had gradually grown deep. Although it was common for cultivators to stay up all night to practice, he felt that sleeping was the priority for tonight. He would think about cultivation in a few days. Besides, his performance was not over yet. He had to figure out a way to force Ye Xingchen away from this place. Only then would he be able to slip out and cultivate in peace.

The more he thought about it, the more sensible it seemed. He looked at the youth lying on the bed, raised an eyebrow, and began to laugh wildly in his mind. He thought, Ye Xingchen, you cannot blame me for this.

However, a problem presented itself. He looked down at his own chest. What if he accidentally bumped into his padding during the night and it shifted out of place? After agonizing over it for a moment, he curled his lips, choosing to swiftly strip off his outer garments and dive under the covers. He lay down in complete tranquility. Whatever happened, he would deal with tomorrow’s problems tomorrow.

The next morning, Rong Nianfeng was awakened by a spray of hot blood landing directly on him.

His mood instantly became incredibly irritable. He wiped his face with his hand, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at his blood-covered hand, falling into a rare, stunned silence. Had he somehow stepped onto the scene of a gruesome murder mystery?

Rong Nianfeng executed a sudden flip to sit upright. Where was his sword? He wanted to stab the person who had dared to wake him up to death!

Turning his head to look, he saw the virtuous gentleman turned dramatic victim, Ye Xingchen, staring at him in complete disbelief. His hands were clutching his thin inner robes tightly around himself as he gazed at Rong Nianfeng with a mixture of shock and daze.

“You, you!” He was so furious that his face turned several shades paler, followed by another round of gut-wrenching coughing. “Cough, cough, cough!”

Rong Nianfeng remained speechless in his mind. What on earth was he putting on an act for? He, a completely pure bachelor, had not even complained yet, so why was the other party looking so aggrieved?

In the very next second, Rong Nianfeng slid back down beneath the covers. His glistening eyes brimmed with tears, looking as though they were covered by a layer of damp mist. He made his entire body appear delicate and boneless as he cooed in a soft, pampered voice, “Oh, you are so naughty!”

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