After Transmigrating into the Dao Companion of the Juvenile Long Aotian - Chapter 2

Fang Jueqian regretted it immensely.

If he had known Ba Ge’s intelligence was unreliable, he never should have trusted it.

And why on earth did the master actually look even younger than the disciple?

Who could have possibly anticipated that!

Was it still too late to say that he had not failed to recognize him, but was merely making a joke because they had not seen each other in so long?

He cautiously stole a glance in the direction of the real Daojun Lingxiao.

Murderous aura. A murderous aura was hitting him right in the face.

Fang Jueqian’s legs gave out, and with a smack, he collapsed onto the ground.

What was even more unacceptable was that he had clearly fallen directly towards Daojun Lingxiao, yet the other party simply shifted his feet to the side, completely dodging him. He even wore a look of faint disgust on his face.

Fang Jueqian: “…”

He had no choice but to climb back up himself. Pressing his palms together as if praying to the gods, he devoutly prayed to the young Daojun who was radiating cold air. Ah, no, he sincerely confessed his guilt:

“I am sorry, Husband. There is actually something I did not have time to tell you. I accidentally lost my memory, and now I cannot remember anything, which is why I mistook you for someone else…”

Fang Jueqian called out this “Husband” exceptionally loudly, only hoping the other party would look at his sincere attitude and not hold this against him anymore.

The young Daojun snorted coldly and did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at his disciple.

Qiu Haoqing already wished he could evaporate on the spot. Receiving his master’s hint, he quickly greased his soles and vanished as fast as the wind.

After a gust of wind passed, only two people were left in the area. Let alone the rare birds and exotic beasts, even the koi in the pond and the ants on the ground had migrated their entire families to escape the oppressive aura of a Mahayana-stage Daojun.

Fang Jueqian had not yet realized that his surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. He still had his head bowed, racking his brains as he recited his decree of self-condemnation:

“I was wrong. I was wrong to harbor illusions and act self-righteously. I did not ask about your appearance, Husband, in advance. I even thought you were advanced in years. Pah, pah, pah! I mean mature, steady, and experienced in managing a household. But I never imagined that you, Husband, would be so skilled in preserving your youth, right in the prime of your life. I am truly, truly too lucky! With a husband like this, what more could a wife ask for? Husband, for the sake of us finally meeting after so much difficulty, could you please not hold this against me?”

After he finished his speech, there was still no movement above his head. Emboldened, Fang Jueqian looked up, only to bump straight into the young man’s eyes, which were quietly appraising him.

His thick, curling eyelashes and deep pupils made it feel as if he were looking straight into the deepest depths of a person’s heart.

Depths of the heart… depths of the heart…

Fang Jueqian stared at him blankly. Ah, he really is so good-looking! And from up close, he looks even better!

The young man let out a “heh,” withdrew his gaze, and spoke in a cool voice, his emotions indiscernible:

“A leopard cannot change its spots.”

Fang Jueqian blushed at the remark. He quickly closed his eyes and bowed his head again as if in repentance:

“I… I will try my best to restrain myself!”

The young Daojun did not take the bait. Instead, he asked, “When did you lose your memory?”

“About… two or three days ago?”

“Why did you not notify me?”

“I was probably afraid you were busy, Husband, and did not want to bother you. Uh, I was wrong. I should have told you earlier. I will never dare do it again!”

The young Daojun withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment, and his expression became unfathomable:

“It is just as well that you do not remember.”

“Mhm!” he replied, his tone so happy it could not be suppressed at all.

The young Daojun’s mouth twitched:

“If there is nothing else, you may leave.”

“Wait, I still have something to say!”

Fang Jueqian quickly raised his head. He finally remembered that shocking secret he had discovered earlier and decided it was time to establish a fellow-transmigrator connection with his Dao companion.

They say that one is a lonely stranger in a strange land, and feels doubly homesick on festive days.

If his Dao companion discovered that he was not the only transmigrator, would his own status not rise with the tide?

Thinking of this, a strong desire to acknowledge his fellow earthling surged within Fang Jueqian. He immediately stood up straight:

“Um, the Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger?”

“…”

“Odd changes, even remains the same?”

“…”

“Palace jade liquor wine, one hundred and eighty a cup?”

“…”

“Hi, how are you?”

“…”

“…Wu, prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony?”

Please, please, this is my last hope!

But no matter how Fang Jueqian prayed internally, the young man’s face remained as placid as an unruffled well. However, as Fang Jueqian tried more and more times, his gaze finally changed; he was looking at him with the expression of one looking at a fool.

Fang Jueqian broke down.

But he stubbornly pieced himself back together, forced a smile, and said:

“It is nothing, Husband. Just pretend I was talking nonsense, hahaha. The weather is really nice today. By the way, Husband, where did you get that painting hanging on the wall of your main hall? And who painted it? It is really innovative…”

The young man glanced at him and said indifferently:

“I randomly picked it up at the market. I do not know the author.”

Now, Fang Jueqian’s heart was completely dead.

When he spoke again, his attitude was much more respectful:

“Husband, I still have a matter I would like to ask you about. It is regarding my body. When is the next flare-up? Is there a possibility for a complete cure?”

This body had a hidden affliction, a very major one.

Specifically, it manifested periodically: Fang Jueqian would enter an estrus stage, emitting a strange fragrance that caused anyone who smelled it to enter an estrus state alongside him. During this time, all parties would completely lose their reason.

If left uncontrolled, the consequences would be unimaginable.

According to Ba Ge, in the past, whenever it reached this stage, Daojun Lingxiao would arrive in advance to “guide” him. As for how he guided him, do not ask; if you asked, they did not know either.

At that time, the doors to the room would be tightly shut, and the Daojun would set up restrictions so that no sounds or smells could leak out.

Influenced by the movies and novels he had consumed before transmigrating, Fang Jueqian had actually let his imagination run wild a bit before coming here. But after seeing the real Daojun Lingxiao with his own eyes, all those wild thoughts basically vanished into thin air.

Seeing how coldly the Daojun treated him, it did not look like there would be any physical contact.

It should just be friendly and healthy guidance.

Fang Jueqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, temporarily unable to tell if he felt relaxed or disappointed.

The Daojun’s expression was lofty and profound:

“Soon. I will notify you when the time comes. As for how to cure it, once you ascend to the Mahayana realm, the love poison will dissolve on its own.”

“Hahahaha, Husband, you are joking, right?”

“I do not joke about such matters.”

The smile on Fang Jueqian’s face froze. Then he lowered his head and muttered softly:

“…Then I will have to trouble you from now on, Husband.”

“En.”

After meeting Daojun Lingxiao, Fang Jueqian was brought to the foot of the mountain.

A courtyard had just been built here, complete with several servants, seemingly prepared exclusively for him.

In the evening, Fang Jueqian rubbed his stuffed belly while listening to Ba Ge complain into his ear:

“Crunch, crunch. Young Master, you are the Daojun’s one and only official Dao companion. Yet, upon arriving at the Guiyuan Immortal Sect, not only are you not living with the Daojun, but you have been banished to live at the foot of the mountain, a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Daojun’s residence at the peak. Crunch, crunch. Over time, who in the Immortal Sect will even know you are the Daojun’s Dao companion? Crunch, crunch… They will definitely think you and the Daojun are on bad terms and look down on you. Crunch, crunch. You must stand up for yourself! Find a way to win back the Daojun’s heart and show them who is boss. Crunch, crunch…”

Remembering the blunder he made when meeting Daojun Lingxiao during the day, coupled with Daojun Lingxiao’s cold attitude towards him, Fang Jueqian pulled a bitter face:

“But my husband and I are already on bad terms…”

Before he could finish his sentence, his face turned green because he realized he had actually said the word “Husband” so smoothly.

It must have been because he was corrected too many times in the carriage earlier. Ah, where is my manly pride?

“Awooooo, where is the way out for people like us!”

One man and one rabbit looked at each other, both sighing.

Ba Ge pulled out another carrot and sighed emotionally:

“Crunch, crunch. Young Master, actually, as long as you can accept it, then we servants have nothing to say. If you do not stand out, you do not stand out. As long as we do not die, it is fine. It is just that at least you have the Daojun by your side, but we are lonely…”

“What are you trying to say?” Fang Jueqian noticed this white rabbit had an ulterior motive.

Ba Ge put away the half-eaten carrot, twisted his body, and feigned shyness:

“I heard that in this immortal cultivation sect, even the female rabbits are exceptionally beautiful. Could you perhaps recommend one, two, three, four, five, six, seven for your Ba Ge here…”

Fang Jueqian endured it, but when this rabbit reached seventeen or eighteen, he could not hold back anymore.

Smack.

The door opened, and a large white rabbit flew outside, closely followed by half a carrot:

“Find your own wife! I do not do arranged marriages here!”

Although he had kicked the rabbit-shaped carrot-consuming machine out of the room, perhaps because he had listened to too much of Ba Ge’s nagging before bed, Fang Jueqian had a very absurd dream that night.

In the dream, Fang Jueqian was climbing a mountain.

He climbed and climbed. He did not know how long he had climbed, but looking up at the peak, it was still very far away.

At this moment, someone patted his shoulder and asked him what he was doing.

The Fang Jueqian in the dream stopped and naturally started chatting with the newcomer:

“I am going to climb to the top of the mountain!”

“Why do you want to climb to the top of the mountain?”

Fang Jueqian instantly became solemn.

He casually threw away his climbing tools, placed one foot on the step above and the other on the step below, his gaze resolute and ambitious:

“I just want to climb up, step by step, step by step, step by step! I want to climb to the very top; I want to be Fang Gao!”

At this time, a group of people carrying tools passed by:

“Make way, make way, we are the mountain-moving crew. This mountain is an illegal structure and is about to be demolished. Do not block the way here…”

Fang Jueqian thought about it and felt that urban development was more important. So, he threw away the climbing tools he had just picked back up, happily followed behind the mountain-moving crew, and even turned back to wave goodbye to the person who had just asked the question:

“I am not climbing the mountain anymore; I am going to move the mountain! Civilization involves you, me, and him; a beautiful world depends on everyone. I want to be a useful person to society. See you next time!”

The life of moving mountains was more tiring than climbing them, but because he was in a friendly collective, Fang Jueqian did not feel too tired, and was especially motivated to work.

Until one day, a gigantic rabbit suddenly passed by. With a crunch, crunch, the mountain cracked open. Fang Jueqian lost his footing, fell into a mountain crevice, and kept plummeting.

He fell and fell, fell and fell. Just when he thought his body would be smashed to pieces, he crashed onto a table with a smack, and then stared blankly at his arms and legs, which had inexplicably shrunk several times over.

The pain reached his nerves a step later. Clutching his rapidly swelling forehead, he wailed loudly.

“Are you a stupid pig? How can you bump your head just sitting properly?” A cold voice sounded by his ear, sounding somewhat familiar.

“Su… Su… Susu, it hurts! Wuwuwu, Susu, it hurts…” He stretched out his arms towards the person who came, threw himself into his embrace, and while crying so hard he was out of breath, wiped his tears and snot all over the other person.

A few seconds later, the pain in his forehead gradually disappeared.

In his tear-blurred vision, the young boy frowned, checked his own clothes, and spoke in an increasingly unkind tone:

“Idiot, you have dirtied another set of my clothes. Do you know how many spirit stones this outfit is worth?”

He could not understand. He only knew that the hateful pain had finally flown away, and all of this was brought about by the boy in front of him. So, he happily rubbed against the boy’s chest, while also calling the boy’s name to express his affection:

“Susu, haha, Susu, haha, Susu…”

The boy flew into a rage and reached out, wanting to peel him off his body:

“Stay away from me! And how many times do I have to repeat myself? My name is Su Nisheng, not Susu! It is Su, Ni, Sheng!”

“Susu, it hurts!” Yet he was unwilling to leave, clinging to the reluctant boy’s body, climbing up like a sloth. Then, when the boy defenselessly lowered his head to check on his wound’s recovery, he planted a smack kiss on the boy’s cheek:

“Susu, so pretty, kiss!”

The dream broke off.

Fang Jueqian woke up terrified in the middle of the night, shooting up from his bed with a horrified expression.