After the Stand-in Hugged the White Moonlight's Thigh Tightly - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: “Mingyu Gege, Touch My Chest…”

Song Chenxi said he would come to see Ruan Mingyu the next day, and he truly did.

Ruan Mingyu was halfway through refining a pill when he saw Song Chenxi rush into the pill room, asking him: “Aren’t you preparing for the Immortal Gate Grand Competition?”

Song Chenxi: “It won’t make a difference whether I practice or not. The first place prize is the Nine-Curved Ganoderma (Jiuqu Lingzhi). I’ll win it back for you.”

The Nine-Curved Ganoderma? This was a precious medicinal ingredient that could increase cultivation and clear impurities from the body. Ruan Mingyu was currently trying to figure out how to clear the “delusion” from Song Chenxi’s body, and this item was a godsend.

Ruan Mingyu nodded: “I want it. Senior Brother, we must win this.”

Song Chenxi didn’t just give him a verbal promise; he pointed to his own cheek and said: “Give me some payment in advance.”

His meaning was obvious; Ruan Mingyu would be an idiot not to understand.

Ruan Mingyu, throwing morality aside, quickly hugged and kissed him once.

If he truly brought him the Nine-Curved Ganoderma, two kisses were fine. Even if he didn’t use it for alchemy, selling it would be excellent. He could exchange it for many spirit stones.

After being kissed, Song Chenxi’s expression remained mostly unreadable, but was he inwardly delighted?

As luck would have it, Senior Sister Cen Tao pushed open the door and entered at this moment.

Hearing the sound, Ruan Mingyu quickly distanced himself from Song Chenxi, afraid of being caught. However, Song Chenxi showed no intention of hiding, even wanting to continue their intimacy.

Cen Tao felt the atmosphere between her two Junior Brothers was strange, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. She asked in confusion: “What are you two doing?”

Ruan Mingyu said nervously: “N-nothing… I was discussing swordplay with Senior Brother… Yes, discussing swordplay.”

Cen Tao said: “The sun must be rising from the west! I’ve never seen you touch a sword before. I can’t believe you’re so eager to learn now.”

Ruan Mingyu: “People change, haha.”

Song Chenxi lowered his head, taking Ruan Mingyu’s hand in his to play with. He compared the sizes of their palms; his was slightly larger than Ruan Mingyu’s. Ruan Mingyu’s hand felt cool to the touch. Finding this not enough, Song Chenxi even interlaced their fingers, linking them tightly.

Ruan Mingyu’s face was shocked. What is Song Chenxi doing?! But he didn’t show it too much, as his Senior Sister was nearby, and he didn’t want her to notice anything unusual.

Fortunately, Senior Sister didn’t notice anything amiss. Seeing them seem to be messing around, she commented: “You two still get along so well after all these years.”

Cen Tao thought this was their first meeting since they separated, never imagining that Song Chenxi had run to the mountain to see Ruan Mingyu the moment he returned from the secret realm, and had since seen him countless times.

Song Chenxi played with Ruan Mingyu’s hand and said: “Of course. Mingyu and I have always had a very good relationship.”

Cen Tao sighed with emotion: “Speaking of which, you two used to argue fiercely over one bed. Now, seeing you get along so well, your Senior Sister is very relieved.”

Ruan Mingyu asked: “Senior Sister, did you come to find me for something?”

Senior Sister nodded, saying that the sect’s demand for pills had recently increased, and disciples from other sects would also borrow their furnaces. She told him about the precautions for using the pill furnaces.

They talked for quite a while, but Song Chenxi never let go of Ruan Mingyu’s hand throughout the conversation.

Ruan Mingyu felt completely uncomfortable but couldn’t shake him off in front of his Senior Sister, fearing he would do something even more outrageous.

After the Senior Sister left, Ruan Mingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and pulled his hand out of Song Chenxi’s grasp.

Song Chenxi glanced at him sideways: “What is Mingyu afraid of? You looked very nervous just now.”

Afraid of what? Of course, he was afraid of being discovered.

But he couldn’t tell Song Chenxi that. He chose words he would like, saying: “Senior Sister told me I have to watch the furnace for the next few days, so I won’t be able to watch you practice your sword.”

This answer clearly pleased Song Chenxi: “Why don’t I move in and live with you?”

No way! Does he have no self-respect?!

Ruan Mingyu immediately found an excuse to gloss over it.

Song Chenxi said: “Fine. But you must come to watch my competition the day after tomorrow.”

…

The Immortal Gate Grand Competition arrived quickly. Ruan Mingyu hadn’t originally planned to attend, but his Senior Sister dragged him along.

Today was the first round of the competition, and the area around each arena was packed with people.

As soon as he squeezed into the crowd, Ruan Mingyu looked up and saw a familiar figure. Song Chenxi was dressed in a deep blue, luxurious robe today. The material looked incredibly noble, flowing like water. Was he here to compete or to participate in a beauty pageant!

Before long, the competition began. Song Chenxi’s sword strikes were fast, fierce, and accurate. He knocked his opponent off the stage in no time.

Senior Sister stroked her chin and commented: “Something is wrong. Look at Song Chenxi. Is he showing off? He’s dressed so grandly. Anyone who didn’t know would think he’s here for a martial arts tournament to choose a spouse.”

During breaks in the match, Song Chenxi occasionally looked down at the audience, as if searching for someone.

Senior Sister said: “Why does he keep looking down? Who do you think he’s looking for?”

Ruan Mingyu wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He chuckled dryly: “Maybe he has a stiff neck and needs to twist around to feel comfortable.”

“I don’t think so,” she pondered. “Look, he’s looking over here. Is he looking at you?”

Ruan Mingyu quickly lowered his head, afraid that his relationship with Song Chenxi would be discovered: “No way. How could that be?”

“Look, he’s waving at you.”

“…”

Song Chenxi won easily, effortlessly knocking his opponents off the stage. Winning a few more matches, and he could secure the championship for his cultivation level with almost no suspense.

However, not long after, someone from the audience walked straight onto the arena. He didn’t seem to have registered, and the supervising disciple stopped him. But he didn’t care, waving his hand and tossing the disciple aside.

Ruan Mingyu’s eyes lit up. Is the plot about to start? He had just said he was going back, but now he was scrambling to the front of the stage.

A burly man stepped onto the arena. His gaze was as sharp as a wild beast’s, surveying the crowd below like a king. When his eyes swept over Ruan Mingyu’s face, he clearly paused.

For some reason, Ruan Mingyu felt like he had seen him somewhere before.

Many people infiltrated the sects during the Immortal Gate Grand Competition, and the mix was complicated. It wasn’t impossible for some demons or monsters to appear, especially since this had happened in past competitions.

His gaze landed on Song Chenxi’s face on the stage, suddenly becoming intensely agitated.

“I’ve been searching for you all these years. Do you remember my name? I am Qiu Shi.”

Song Chenxi frowned. He had never met this person, so the only possibility was that he had mistaken him for someone else. Considering his similar appearance to Ruan Mingyu, it must be that Ruan Mingyu’s lookalike had some connection with this person.

The supervising disciple wanted to drive this person off, but Song Chenxi waved his hand, signaling him to stop. He smiled courteously: “Since you’ve come, then let’s exchange a few moves.”

Ruan Mingyu could tell from Song Chenxi’s expression that he was in a bad mood. Typically, the brighter he smiled, the harder he would stab.

The person opposite him was about to suffer.

As expected, Song Chenxi’s strikes were much fiercer this time.

The person opposite seemed to have decent strength, actually managing to fight back and forth with Song Chenxi. Generally, people of this caliber in the book would have a name. It was highly likely to be one of the protagonists’ suitors in the novel.

Ruan Mingyu watched their match intently, but soon felt dizzy and overwhelmed.

Song Chenxi’s attacks were usually measured and never drew blood. Now, looking at the intensity of his strikes, he wouldn’t stop until he stabbed his opponent through.

Ruan Mingyu felt pity for the guy. He must have really offended Song Chenxi somehow.

The opponent did have some strength, but he was still slightly lacking compared to Song Chenxi. His movements were a beat or two slower, giving Song Chenxi an opening to stab him in the shoulder.

Qiu Shi’s goal didn’t seem to be to win or lose against Song Chenxi. He pulled Song Chenxi’s sword out of his shoulder, and his face instantly turned ferocious. Before long, two sharp horns grew from his head.

Someone in the audience exclaimed: “Watch out! It’s a demon!”

He reached out to grab Song Chenxi, seemingly intending to take him away.

Song Chenxi was not someone to be trifled with. His sword stabbed forward repeatedly. If it weren’t for the crowd, he probably would have demonized too, and the two could have battled to see whose cultivation was higher.

The two began to fight fiercely, and the situation quickly became intense. Fortunately, other sect elders rushed over and joined the battle.

The demon, seeing too many reinforcements, knew he was no match for them. He transformed into a puff of smoke and fled. Song Chenxi wanted to pursue, but he looked back and saw Ruan Mingyu still in the crowd. He finally stopped, instead plunging into the crowd, rushing through the sea of people, eager to reach Ruan Mingyu’s side.

“Are you alright?”

Ruan Mingyu should have been the one asking him that, after all, he was the one fighting the demon.

Song Chenxi must have used some demonic cultivation just now. Ruan Mingyu saw a faint redness in his pupils. He quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him toward a secluded spot.

“With so many people watching, aren’t you afraid of being exposed?” Ruan Mingyu couldn’t help but say. Normally, he would never say anything he knew would upset him.

Song Chenxi looked indifferent: “He demonized first, and only then did I. Don’t worry, no one will notice.”

Sigh. Ruan Mingyu didn’t know what to say to him.

If anyone found out that Song Chenxi was secretly practicing demonic cultivation, it would be disastrous. He would either die or lose half his cultivation.

Ruan Mingyu certainly didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.

Ruan Mingyu became unusually serious, warning him never to do such a risky thing again. As he spoke, his voice gradually quieted. What was I doing just now? How dare I lecture Song Chenxi? If I upset him, he’ll have another episode.

Ruan Mingyu braced himself for Song Chenxi’s sarcastic remarks, but unexpectedly, Song Chenxi said with a smile: “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

Ruan Mingyu looked at him incredulously: “Could you say that again?”

“I said I’ll listen to you!”

Song Chenxi was originally going to settle the score with him and ask what his relationship was with the person just now, but seeing him care about him so much, all his anger instantly vanished.

But he still asked him: “Did you know that demon on the stage just now?”

Ruan Mingyu felt he was familiar, but he couldn’t recall anything, so he shook his head.

Seeing the strange look on Song Chenxi’s face, clearly disbelieving, Ruan Mingyu quickly added: “Heaven can be my witness. If I have any connection with him, may I be struck by five bolts of lightning immediately.”

Song Chenxi covered his mouth, saying very seriously: “If you had anything to do with him, then he should be struck by five bolts of lightning.”

Song Chenxi’s condition recovered significantly, and the two headed back.

They hadn’t walked far when a “delicate and charming” Junior Brother suddenly approached them. Disregarding Song Chenxi’s presence, he immediately grabbed Ruan Mingyu’s hand and said: “Mingyu Gege, you’re back and you didn’t even say hello. I missed you so much.”

“My chest has been hurting a bit lately. Mingyu Gege, can you please touch my chest?”

Ruan Mingyu thought, This is bad. He quickly dismissed him: “If your chest hurts, just use a sword to scratch it.” After speaking, he immediately grabbed Song Chenxi’s wrist and walked away.

Song Chenxi was silent at first, but only until they stopped. Then, he turned to Ruan Mingyu with a smile: “Mingyu Gege? Touch my chest? Ruan Mingyu, your business is quite extensive.”

Ruan Mingyu: “Can I explain?”

Song Chenxi: “No.”