I Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder, Only to be Desired by the Dragon King - Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Let’s Dual-Cultivate? Okay?

Chu Heng’s fingertips hovered at Shen Youqing’s collar, the pads of his fingers brushing against the cool fabric. His heart hammered against his ribs like a war drum.

He took a deep breath, his Adam’s apple sliding sharply, and his calloused palm gave a light tug. Shen Youqing’s lapels fell open, revealing elegant collarbones and a fair, delicate neck. The side of his throat was flushed a soft pink from ragged breathing, and his artery pulsed visibly beneath the skin—a vivid rhythm luring the predator.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, his voice rasping with a tremor he didn’t even notice himself.

Chu Heng slowly leaned down until his nose nearly touched that warm skin, the faint scent of Shen Youqing mixed with herbal medicine swirling around him. The python instincts were fully awake. He opened his mouth, his sharp fangs glinting coldly.

Just one bite to pass the python “Enchantment Venom” into the boy’s body would temporarily suppress that overbearing Dragon Saliva Gu. It was the python tribe’s unique method—the venom couldn’t cure the Gu, but it could instantly soothe the burning heat. However, this venom carried a secret pull; once injected, all of Shen Youqing’s dependence and desire for Feng Xiuyan would quietly shift toward him, the infuser.

Shen Youqing unconsciously huddled into his embrace, his hot breath sweeping across Chu Heng’s lips. His soft fingertips were still stubbornly clutching Chu Heng’s robes.

Chu Heng closed his eyes, about to press his fangs against that tempting skin, when the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end! A powerful, destructive surge of spiritual energy was approaching with the force of thunder. The pressure of the dragon aura was so immense it nearly froze the air in the cave!

“Not good!” Chu Heng’s expression shifted drastically. He looked up, but before he could push Shen Youqing away, the stone door behind them exploded with a deafening BOOM.

The heavy stone door was shattered into dust by raw dragon energy. Amidst the flying debris, a bone-chilling voice pierced through the smoke, carrying a rage that could flay a man alive:

“What are you doing?”

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The Dragon King’s Wrath

Chu Heng turned stiffly and collided with Feng Xiuyan’s nearly crimson eyes.

Feng Xiuyan stood there in black robes stained with dust, his dark hair messy against his cheeks. The dragon aura swirling around him had practically solidified into a physical weight. His gaze was like a poisoned ice blade, nailed firmly to the overlapping figures of Chu Heng and Shen Youqing.

Shen Youqing was slumped weakly in Chu Heng’s arms, his clothes wide open to reveal his collarbones, while Chu Heng was leaning over him with fangs exposed—a pose so intimate it was blindingly offensive.

“Feng Xiuyan…” Shen Youqing heard the familiar voice through his haze. His misty eyes struggled to turn toward the entrance. He reached out a trembling hand, his voice broken and aggrieved. “Save me… it hurts…”

That plea for help completely detonated Feng Xiuyan’s fury.

With a blurred movement, he appeared before them. His dragon aura formed an invisible barrier that violently slammed Chu Heng away. Chu Heng was caught off guard, his back hitting the stone wall with a muffled groan. He looked up to see Feng Xiuyan pulling Shen Youqing tightly into his arms, wrapping him in his own outer robe. The Dragon King’s eyes were a mix of heartache and rage, but when he looked at Chu Heng, there was only absolute zero.

Chu Heng stumbled to his feet, wiping a trace of blood from his lip. Instead of showing fear, he flashed a provocative smirk. “He was being burned alive by the Gu. If I hadn’t let him cling to me, he would have exploded from the torment.”

“Save him?” Feng Xiuyan let out a cold laugh that shook dust from the ceiling. He looked down at the feverish Shen Youqing, his eyes softening instantly as he brushed a finger against the boy’s flushed cheek. When he looked back at Chu Heng, his gaze could have turned water to ice.

“If you hadn’t abducted him to this cave, away from my sight, the Gu wouldn’t have triggered early.” Feng Xiuyan’s voice was lethal.

Chu Heng’s face flushed. He had initially approached Shen Youqing for revenge—to hold the person Feng Xiuyan cared about and watch him lose his composure. He had succeeded; Feng Xiuyan’s eyes were crimson with killing intent. But seeing Shen Youqing leaning so peacefully into Feng Xiuyan’s chest made Chu Heng’s own heart feel like it was being crushed by a millstone.

“Who knew you were so despicable,” Chu Heng spat, clenching his fists to hide his internal chaos. “To do that to him and make him catch your disgusting, possessive Gu!”

“He is my mate. What I do to him is none of your concern.” Feng Xiuyan raised his eyes coldly. “As for you… don’t tell me you didn’t know he is your sister-in-law?”

The word “sister-in-law” hit Chu Heng like a hammer. He instinctively took a half-step back, his eyes darting away. “I… I didn’t want to do anything… I just wanted to help him with the Gu…”

“Help him?” Feng Xiuyan mocked. “With your Enchantment Venom? Or using ‘helping’ as an excuse for your foul intentions? Don’t think I can’t see the thoughts hidden in your eyes.”

“You’re lying!” Chu Heng snapped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but he had no conviction. Even he couldn’t deny the heartbeat he felt when he leaned down earlier.

Seeing the inseparable pair, Chu Heng huffed, kicked a stone against the wall, and stormed out. “Hmph! You better watch him well. Don’t let him fall into my hands again!” His grumbling faded into the wind outside.

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The Dual-Cultivation Proposal

Feng Xiuyan didn’t even look up. All he cared about was the burning person in his arms. The moment he touched Shen Youqing’s skin, the Dragon Saliva Gu inside the boy went wild. This was the source—the true pure-blood Dragon aura.

“Nn…” Shen Youqing let out a groan. His dazed eyes suddenly brightened. He pushed himself up and, with the raw strength of the Gu, tackled Feng Xiuyan onto the stone bed.

Feng Xiuyan landed on his back, staring blankly at the person straddling him. Shen Youqing was crying, his face a mess of tears and sweat.

“Feng Xiuyan!” Shen Youqing gripped his collar, sobbing breathlessly. “Why did you just get here… I’m dying…”

He leaned down, his forehead against Feng Xiuyan’s, his hot breath ghosting over the man’s lips. “He said… as long as we dual-cultivate, the Gu will be cured… Feng Xiuyan, let’s dual-cultivate, okay?”

Feng Xiuyan’s heart skipped a beat. He reached up to wipe the tears away, his voice so gentle it could melt stone. “I’m sorry, Qingqing. I’m late.”

Shen Youqing didn’t let him finish. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Feng Xiuyan’s. The heat of the Gu and the longing for his mate made the kiss frantic and messy, full of a youth’s blunt purity. Feng Xiuyan wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist and deepened the kiss. Dragon aura flowed between them, soothing the restless Gu and the boy’s panicked heart.

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The Morning After

Shen Youqing was woken by a cool sensation. He opened his eyes to find he was still in the cave, but he wasn’t lying on the hard stone bed.

He felt something beneath him—smooth, moist, and slightly cool like jade, yet radiating a faint warmth. He opened his eyes wide and touched it. His hand met fine, perfectly arranged scales with a luster like mutton-fat jade.

He looked down and realized he was curled up on top of a coiled giant dragon. The dragon was pure white without a single blemish, except for the very tip of its long tail, which held a faint tint of pink—like it had been kissed by the dawn.

Feng Xiuyan?! Why is he here? And why is he a dragon?!

Shen Youqing didn’t dare to breathe, silently observing the majestic creature beneath him.