The Five Disciples He Took In After Transmigrating Into The Book Were All The Same Person - Chapter 8

“You…” Ji Lan’s eyes widened in sheer terror. This little boy just kissed me? Was I molested?

“Waaaaah!” A-Yue suddenly burst into loud sobs again, tears cascading down his face until it was bright red, looking particularly pathetic. However, Ji Lan had no heart left to coax the child. His entire mind was filled with the memory of that sweet, delicate kiss. It was bizarre; he was just a young boy, so why were his lips so sweet?

“You. Are. Seeking. Death.”

Those three words dragged Ji Lan out of his trance. He looked up to see Mo Chenxiao’s face, which was clouded with a terrifying, gloomy rage. Ji Lan’s grip loosened, and A-Yue tumbled to the ground, only barely being caught by Wan Song.

“Ji Lan,” Yu Zhengyang curled his lips, hooking a lock of Ji Lan’s hair with great satisfaction. “I have waited for you for a very long time.” He sounded almost like he was flirting.

“Let him go!” Mo Chenxiao’s voice sank. “Who exactly are you?”

Yu Zhengyang tilted his head to look at Mo Chenxiao. His phoenix eyes burned brightly, and his face was as radiant as the sun. He smiled, shining so brilliantly he seemed to rival the sun and moon. He replied, “I am talking to Ji Lan. Who are you supposed to be?”

Ji Lan looked blankly at this beautiful boy. Is he tired of living? How dare he talk back to the protagonist like that? Predictably, Mo Chenxiao’s expression shifted, but for some reason, his limbs would not obey him. He could not move, nor could he lunge forward to pull the man away.

“Master, you stay away from him!”

By now, A-Yue had closed his eyes and fallen asleep in Wan Song’s arms, whether from crying himself to exhaustion or some other cause. Wan Song looked at Mo Chenxiao nervously. Aside from Elder Cong Lian, Mo-ge was the person he trusted most. This white-haired man filled Wan Song with fear. This person is dangerous!

“Young Master Mo, I advise you not to act rashly,” Shangguan Ran whispered. “My Master does not kill people casually, but if you do something that makes him unhappy, I have no idea what might happen.” Shangguan Ran felt that Mo Chenxiao was truly courting death. Could he not tell how powerful his Young Master was? Provoking him was one thing, but daring to provoke his Young Master?

Mo Chenxiao turned his head to glare at Shangguan Ran, his face dark. Shangguan Ran shuddered. How could things be like this? Even now, Mo Chenxiao still dares to look at me like that!

With a sharp slap, Shangguan Ran was sent flying several meters by Yu Zhengyang.

“Don’t be noisy,” Yu Zhengyang said, his expression unchanged. It did not look like he had hit someone; it looked more like he had set down a teacup. “We are talking. Why are you making such a racket?”

Shangguan Ran groaned as he struggled to crawl up. No, why is everyone bullying me? I have served Young Master for so long; if there is no credit, there is at least hard work! Why not hit Mo Chenxiao, but hit me instead? Though filled with resentment, Shangguan Ran dared not say a word and could only sullenly walk back behind Yu Zhengyang. Yu Zhengyang glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

“Mo Chenxiao?” Yu Zhengyang chuckled, as if dissatisfied with the name. “Ji Lan, what is the point of having this disciple?”

Ji Lan blinked. He understood; this Yu Zhengyang was likely the most arrogant cannon fodder of all. The tropes were always like this. He wondered how long this guy could live; he was even better at courting death than Ji Lan himself! Ji Lan felt a sense of tragic camaraderie.

“Ji Lan, do you agree?” Yu Zhengyang suddenly pinched Ji Lan’s chin, a smile playing on his lips. “Let’s not have him anymore, okay?”

“Er…” Ji Lan felt awkward, not knowing what to say. What can I say? Is this the standard suicide trope?

“Brother Mo,” Wan Song looked at Mo Chenxiao in panic. “What should we do?”

“Shangguan Ran, take them all away.” Yu Zhengyang stroked Ji Lan’s face and nodded. “I am getting married today.”

“Hmm?” Shangguan Ran was full of suspicion. Getting married? What wedding? With whom? When did the Xiaoyang Palace have any women?

“Ji Lan, today is our wedding day. You should be a little happier.”

Ji Lan: “…” He really did not know what to say. This beautiful lunatic not only wanted to get married himself, but he also wanted to shove a woman onto Ji Lan?

“Apologies,” Ji Lan said dryly. “I have a fiancée. If I take another, that lady can only be a concubine.”

“What are you saying?” Yu Zhengyang chuckled softly. “There are no other women. Ji Lan, today you and I are getting married.”

What?! Ji Lan was stunned. This was a forced marriage! Even if he were not an innocent man, he was still a man!

“Are you a woman?” Ji Lan looked at that androgynous face, feeling he might have figured it out. “Young Lady, the marriage of children is determined by the words of parents and the arrangement of matchmakers. We have no elders present, so I fear we cannot complete this wedding.”

Mo Chenxiao frowned. Who exactly is this Yu Zhengyang? Where is this place? Mo Chenxiao cycled his spiritual energy through his meridians, his face darkening. It felt as if his soul was imprisoned by something; he could not break free at all.

“Ji Lan, do you think I look like a woman?” Yu Zhengyang spun around happily beside Ji Lan. “Are you saying I look good?”

Ji Lan did not know what kind of expression to make when a person better-looking than himself told him he was good-looking. He looked at Mo Chenxiao reflexively, only to find the protagonist’s face green and black, looking as if he were ready to kill. Ji Lan’s heart skipped a beat. Why is the protagonist so unhappy? Is it because he is tied up? Mo Chenxiao soon realized why he could not move; he was bound by ten Immortal-Binding Ropes! These were techniques used against Great Immortal Lords!

“Do not look at him,” Yu Zhengyang said, cupping Ji Lan’s face and speaking word by word. “Do not look at Mo Chenxiao; looking at me is enough. Bring the wedding clothes.”

With a light wave of his hand, several people brought over two sets of garments. One was a stunning, vibrant red bridal gown, and the other was a sweeping, azure-colored dress. Ji Lan was unwilling to wear the red gown. He was a grown man; what kind of wedding was this?

Yu Zhengyang’s slender, delicate fingers pointed to the azure set. “Dress my Dao companion in that.”

Ji Lan: “?!” So the red one is for Yu Zhengyang to wear!

But the current situation did not make him feel any happier. After such a long time, Mo Chenxiao remained silent, and Ji Lan felt even more guilty. Regardless of whether they would eventually be life-and-death enemies, for now, they were still a teacher and student who appeared to be on good terms.

This man is forcing his way to be Mo Chenxiao’s Master-Mother and stealing the protagonist’s aura. Can he endure this?

Mo Chenxiao’s mood calmed down significantly as he watched Ji Lan’s gaze. At the very least, in this situation, the first person Ji Lan looked at was still himself. Soon, however, Mo Chenxiao noticed Ji Lan’s gaze shift again because Yu Zhengyang had put on the red bridal gown. As he watched the look of fascination on Ji Lan’s face, Mo Chenxiao’s expression grew even darker.