After the Stand-in Hugged the White Moonlight's Thigh Tightly - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: “Just a Cultivation Vessel, That’s All”

“…”

Ruan Mingyu cursed Gong Lingdeng’s entire family in his heart.

Gong Lingdeng was no longer in a hurry, just waiting for the medicine to take effect.

He said: “In the mortal world, tonight should be called our wedding night.”

Ruan Mingyu cursed him: “Are you sick? Who’s marrying you?”

Gong Lingdeng: “True. Just a cultivation vessel, that’s all.”

He smiled: “Our Ruanyuan still has the strength to curse. It seems the medicine isn’t strong enough. How about another pill?”

Ruan Mingyu felt a rush of heat to his face. He couldn’t handle another pill.

“Have mercy on me.”

Gong Lingdeng said: “It’s not easy for me to find someone to my liking. How could I let you go? Don’t you agree?”

Ruan Mingyu pressed his face against the cold wall, attempting to lower his temperature.

Gong Lingdeng said: “You look very hot. I’ll help you take off your clothes.”

Ruan Mingyu desperately held onto his collar: “I’m not hot. I’m not hot at all.”

Gong Lingdeng chuckled: “Why bother? They’ll have to come off eventually.”

Ruan Mingyu tried to reason with him: “Some things require mutual consent.”

Gong Lingdeng scoffed: “Why should I ask for your consent? Have I been too good to you? Don’t forget, I captured you.”

He continued: “There’s still some time before nightfall. Dual cultivation is better done at night. How about this? For the rest of the time, let’s play a game. You guess what I’m going to cut?”

Ruan Mingyu didn’t want to play his boring game and remained silent.

Gong Lingdeng took out a piece of red paper and began cutting it with scissors. Regardless of whether Ruan Mingyu was listening, he spoke to himself: “I learned paper-cutting from my aunt. She was also one of my father’s wives. No, we don’t have wives in the Joyful Union Sect. Everyone is just a cultivation partner without feelings.”

“I don’t know who my mother is. Everyone says I should be like my father, but I don’t want to be him. I will never have children. It’s enough for there to be only one person like me in the world.”

Ruan Mingyu had a strange thought: “So you stopped looking for women and started looking for men.”

Gong Lingdeng smiled slightly: “No, I just like beauties.”

Ruan Mingyu was becoming increasingly disoriented. The sweet, cloying fragrance continuously wafted, lingering at his nose. Unlike before, he found the scent wonderful, even craving it.

His hand slowly lifted, wanting to touch Gong Lingdeng’s skin.

He had just reached out but immediately retracted his hand. This couldn’t continue. Ruan Mingyu pulled out a bottle of pills. While Gong Lingdeng wasn’t paying attention, he quickly turned and gulped down the entire bottle. Yuantai Peak specialized in alchemy. This bottle of pills was given by the Senior Sister. It was supposedly for clearing the mind. He didn’t care if it worked or not; he was treating a dead horse as if it were still alive.

Although his mouth was full of the taste of medicine after swallowing it, Ruan Mingyu did feel less hazy.

Gong Lingdeng was still cutting paper. The scissors in his hands seemed to have a life of their own. Without sketching, he cut out a “double happiness” ($text{囍}$) character.

He turned and pasted the paper-cut on the window. He then produced two red candles from somewhere. Ruan Mingyu didn’t find it festive, only eerie. If he really became his cultivation vessel, he would be doomed.

When Gong Lingdeng finished pasting and turned around, he found the bed empty.

Ruan Mingyu definitely couldn’t get out of this room. Gong Lingdeng looked around and finally spotted Ruan Mingyu’s figure under the bed.

Ruan Mingyu was curled up under the bed. It was clear the medicine was starting to take effect. He frowned, his originally fair skin flushed a rosy red. His breathing was rapid, and it seemed he would let out a gasp if he opened his mouth.

Gong Lingdeng crouched down with a smile, looking at him through the bed frame: “Ruanyuan, come out. You don’t want me to smash the bed frame, do you? Then we’ll have to dual cultivate on the table. Your skin is so delicate. It wouldn’t look good with all those bruises.”

Ruan Mingyu suppressed his urges and cursed: “I’ll come out for your grandma! All day, dual cultivation, dual cultivation. Why don’t you ask if I’m willing? I’m not coming out. I just won’t come out.”

Gong Lingdeng wasn’t angry: “Then don’t blame me.”

He smashed the bed into pieces with one palm. Shards flew everywhere, cutting Ruan Mingyu’s face with tiny wounds that began to bleed.

He pulled the hiding Ruan Mingyu out and placed him on the couch nearby. With a flick of his finger, he extinguished the candle. He hadn’t noticed, but the night had already grown dark.

Gong Lingdeng’s ghostly voice echoed in the darkness: “Ruanyuan, once you’re brought back by me, you’re mine. Stop your useless struggling.”

Ruan Mingyu shook his head repeatedly, begging for mercy: “Big Brother, please let me go. My cultivation isn’t high. Dual cultivating with me won’t be very useful to you!”

Gong Lingdeng continued as if he didn’t understand human language: “I haven’t dual cultivated with anyone before. How about my first time dual cultivating is with you?”

“No!” Ruan Mingyu was frantic: “Didn’t you take a fancy to my Senior Brother? Go find my Senior Brother!”

Gong Lingdeng: “It’s fine. Once I’ve practiced with you, I can go find your Senior Brother too.”

Ruan Mingyu cursed: “F*ck! How shameless.”

The Joyful Union Sect was always promiscuous. They had an average of eight husbands or wives per person. The chance of finding a faithful lover in the Joyful Union Sect was arguably less than the chance of achieving immortal ascension.

The medicine on Ruan Mingyu was taking effect. He clenched his teeth and suppressed his urges. “Why struggle?” Gong Lingdeng blew a breath towards him, and Ruan Mingyu’s eyes immediately became glazed.

Gong Lingdeng smiled: “That’s how a good boy should be.”

He grabbed Ruan Mingyu’s chin and lowered his head to kiss him. Then he changed his mind and said: “Ruanyuan, kiss me.”

Ruan Mingyu, like a puppet on his strings, hooked his neck and obediently tried to follow orders.

Just then, someone shouted at the door: “You can’t go in! Quick, someone stop him!”

“Get lost!” It was Song Chenxi’s voice. This was the first time Ruan Mingyu felt so emotional hearing his voice. He stopped pretending and cursed: “I’ll kiss your grandpa!”

Gong Lingdeng was surprised: “You can actually resist my control after being affected by the charm spell.”

Ruan Mingyu jumped up and rushed towards the door, but Gong Lingdeng hugged his waist, trapping him in his arms.

The restriction on the door finally failed at that moment, and the tightly locked door was ‘banged’ open.

Ruan Mingyu looked at the person at the door and couldn’t help but cry out when he saw who it was: “Senior Brother, save me!”

Gong Lingdeng looked at the person at the door, then at Ruan Mingyu in his arms, and teased: “The genuine article and the fake one. Not much difference, are they?”