Transmigrated as the Villain and Driven Crazy by the Vengeful Male Lead - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Husbands Together Down the Mountain (Part 2)

Lyu Shuyao, your technique…

This was the first time Lyu Shuyao had ever controlled a flying sword in this virtual world. He had fantasized about such a scene a thousand times while devouring the novel—each time, he was elegant and dashing, moving like a bolt of lightning, rising and falling with the grace of an immortal master.

But while the ideal was plump, reality was skeletal.

Honestly, it wasn’t much easier than getting a driver’s license! He couldn’t tell if it was because his spiritual power was weak, but controlling a spiritual sword felt incredibly taxing.

By the time they reached Yangshuo City, he slowed down. He turned to see Su Cheyue gripping the edge of Zhanquan, brow furrowed, face pale, and breathing uneven.

“Lyu Shuyao, your technique is truly terrible,” Su Cheyue said irritably.

Lyu Shuyao: “…”

He called my technique terrible! He. Called. My. Technique. Terrible!

Sword-flying was roughly equivalent to driving. Having bad “sword technique” was the same as being a bad driver, which was only one step away from being told he was “bad” in that department!

What a humiliation! A total disgrace!

Being able to speak and knowing how to speak were two completely different things. Sometimes it was better to be mute. If he were just a silent statue, at least he’d be pleasant to look at!

Lyu Shuyao bit the tip of his tongue hard to control the urge to let out a string of profanities.

He who does not record this grudge is no gentleman!

…

It was nearly the hour of the Rabbit (5:00 AM), and the first light of dawn was breaking. Many street vendors were already busy setting up their stalls. To save his spiritual energy, Lyu Shuyao simply hopped off the sword and began to walk.

“Where to next?”

Yangshuo City sat right at the foot of the Baoshan Sect. It was a prime location for cultivation, and many people from the martial world passed through. The two of them naturally commanded a 100% “head-turn” rate; with one standing and one sitting, they were exceptionally eye-catching even in a city filled with flying cultivators and magical treasures.

Su Cheyue stopped in front of an inn. Looking at the sun rising in the east, he said coldly, “I don’t know.”

“?”

“I could only track him to this point. The voice has vanished.”

…Here? Meaning the inn?

Was the demon with the murderous intent inside this very inn?

“The victim he intends to harm must be inside as well,” Su Cheyue said. “Let’s go in and search.”

Lyu Shuyao glanced at him and realized that when Su Cheyue was serious, he looked no different than he did before the injury.

The heavy hostility that usually clouded his brow while he lay in bed had faded. His long black hair fell loosely, yet it couldn’t hide the cold, solemn aura he exuded when focused. Though he had the face of a beauty, the lines of his profile weren’t soft; they held a sharp, stern edge.

This gravity didn’t make one feel “warm,” but it certainly made one feel safe and relaxed.

Lyu Shuyao finally relaxed his tongue.

Just as he was about to fly the wheelchair inside, a crowd suddenly swarmed them: “Second Young Master!”

Men, women, young and old—scholars, merchants, parents with children—all locals of Yangshuo City.

“The Second Young Master is down the mountain! How is your health?”

“You look so much thinner!”

“The snacks in the sect can’t be as good as mine, right? I’ve recently developed a Plum-Scented Purple Rice Cake. Would the Second Young Master like a taste?” A woman in her fifties said with a smile. “This is wonderful! My daughter Qingsang talks about the Second Young Master every day, hoping you’d come down the mountain soon!”

Su Cheyue wasn’t used to being around so many people; his expression was uncomfortable. Yet, hearing their kind words, he didn’t have the heart to drive them away.

When Su Cheyue didn’t respond for a while, Lyu Shuyao knew he didn’t want to reveal that his five senses had temporarily recovered. He spoke up: “We appreciate your kindness, but the Second Young Master isn’t feeling well right now. We’ll come back another day…”

“You must be Young Master Lyu?” A gentle young woman leaned on her refined husband. “We heard you came down the mountain a few days ago but missed you! Luckily the Eldest Young Master visited; he knew the Second Young Master loves poetry, so my husband gathered some anthologies for the Eldest Young Master to take back…”

Cakes, books… it was all well and good, but with Su Cheyue’s senses flickering in and out, who knew if he could even enjoy them? If he couldn’t, it might backfire and remind him of his sorrow, and Lyu Shuyao would be the one to suffer the consequences.

“Thank you, thank you all. You are very thoughtful,” Lyu Shuyao replied warmly. “The Second Young Master and I really have business. How about this: once we’re done, we’ll pay you a visit at your homes?”

The crowd exchanged glances.

“Young Master Lyu is very polite. He’s a good match for the Second Young Master.”

“Indeed. When I heard the Second Young Master was gravely injured, I was planning to offer myself in marriage to care for him. Seeing Young Master Lyu’s grace today, I finally don’t have to worry. Look how well he’s raised the Second Young Master—his face is glowing white and red! Grandpa, don’t you agree?”

“Cough, cough,” a white-bearded old man wheezed. “It’s good, but Young Master Lyu is a man after all; he can’t carry on the Su family line. Young Master Lyu, for the future of the Baoshan Sect, you must be diligent. Once the Second Young Master is better, find some fine ladies for him…”

Lyu Shuyao looked over; a certain someone next to him was indeed “white and red.”

Red from boiling anger.

If they kept talking, the Second Young Master was going to explode.

Lyu Shuyao offered some perfunctory smiles and was about to break through the crowd when a voice called out: “Ayue?!”

Hearing the name, Su Cheyue forgot to hide and quickly looked up. Fortunately, the crowd was also distracted by the voice and didn’t notice his reaction.

Su Qingyang stood on the stone steps of the inn, a mix of shock and joy on his face: “Why did you come down the mountain?”

He hurried down, sternly telling the crowd to disperse. He circled Su Cheyue to check for injuries, then turned to Lyu Shuyao, radiating hostility: “Did you drag Ayue down here because you miss the luxury of the city? How could you let so many people swarm him? Don’t you know it makes him uncomfortable?!”

“My mother was right. With that ‘enchantress’ look of yours, you’re nothing but trouble. How can I trust Ayue to you!”

Lyu Shuyao lowered his eyes and took the scolding. Unsure of Su Cheyue’s thoughts, he didn’t offer an explanation.

In his previous life, he was used to being scolded. No matter what his mother said, he would just hang his head and listen. Sometimes she was angry at him because of his father; sometimes she just needed a vent.

He was thick-skinned and heartless; he could handle it.

But standing there being lectured made him a bit homesick. Even if it was a home without much warmth… it was still his home.

Lyu Shuyao stared at the floor, his eyes unexpectedly stinging.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard Su Cheyue say: “Brother, I wanted to come myself.”

“You… what?” Su Qingyang’s words caught in his throat. He stood dumbfounded. “Ayue, you… you can speak? And you can hear?”

Su Cheyue gave a low “Mhm.” “There are many people here. Let’s go inside, Brother.”

“Oh, right. Yes.”

Lyu Shuyao regained his focus and used the sword to guide Su Cheyue into the inn.

…

Su Qingyang led them to a guest room and ordered a table full of food. When Lyu Shuyao went to lift Su Cheyue from the sword, Su Qingyang waved a sleeve: “I’ll do it.”

Lyu Shuyao let out a dry smile and stepped aside.

As the three sat at the table, Su Cheyue asked, “Brother, why are you here?”

“I was out exorcising spirits recently. I planned to buy some pills at the spiritual shop today and return to the sect tomorrow.”

Su Cheyue said, “I see.”

“And you? I haven’t seen you in a month. How is your health? Have your senses fully recovered? Why did you come down the mountain?” Su Qingyang asked urgently.

Su Cheyue didn’t answer immediately. He turned to look at Lyu Shuyao.

Lyu Shuyao, whose ability to read the room was almost pathological, laughed awkwardly and said, “A table without wine is no fun, isn’t it? I’ll go downstairs and find a few jars of good wine.”

With that, he rose gracefully and closed the door behind him.

He didn’t go downstairs immediately. He stood at the corner of the stairs for a long time, watching the bustling crowd below, and let out a self-deprecating smirk.

Then, he asked the waiter for a separate room and two jars of wine. He sat alone, drinking cup after cup.

The System chimed in: [Visitor, intoxication is not conducive to completing your mission of pleasing the protagonist.]

Lyu Shuyao replied, “Do I really have to spend every waking second of my life pleasing someone else?”

The wine brewed by the ancients was fragrant and mellow, but for that reason, it was easy to get drunk on. Lyu Shuyao’s tolerance wasn’t great. By the time the two jars were empty, he was feeling dizzy. The sky had darkened, and he heard a knock on the door.

Standing up made the vertigo worse. Lyu Shuyao leaned against the doorframe to open it: “You finally realized—”

“Hello, Big Brother.”

Lyu Shuyao froze. He looked down. Whoa, what a pretty little girl!

She wore a pink and white dress, her hair was in twin buns, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. Lyu Shuyao teased her softly: “Where did this little princess come from? Why are you looking for Big Brother?”

“I’m lost,” the girl said. “I can’t find my family’s room. Can Big Brother help me look?”

Who could refuse a cute little girl? Lyu Shuyao crouched down. “Of course. How can I help?”

“I’m thirsty,” the girl pointed into the room. “Big Brother, can I go in for a cup of water?”

“No problem.”

Lyu Shuyao stepped aside and went to the table to pour her some water. The girl took it politely and thanked him. After drinking, she held the cup in her hands and said curiously: “Big Brother, you are so handsome, like an immortal. Are you from the Baoshan Sect?”

Lyu Shuyao nodded. “Yes.”

The girl nodded back like a little chick pecking at grain. “My name is Rourou, like ‘gentle’.”

Lyu Shuyao said, “My name is Lyu Shuyao. Lyu as in two mouths, Shu as in special, and Yao as in… Yao…”

How should he introduce the character Yao?

“Is it the Yao that means ‘dawn has broken, but there is no sun’?” Rourou asked innocently.

The child spoke without intent, but Lyu Shuyao was struck by how fitting it was. He smiled. “Yes, that’s the one. You know so much.”

Rourou raised her hands happily. “My daddy is a teacher at the academy. This name suits you well.”

“Is that so?” Lyu Shuyao asked. “Are you rested? Shall I take you to find your parents?”

The girl’s eyes curved into a happy smile. Just as she was about to answer, there was another knock on the door.

The door opened to reveal a man in white sitting in a wheelchair. His lips were pursed, and his jade-like face stared at Lyu Shuyao with zero expression.

The alcohol suddenly rushed to Lyu Shuyao’s head, making his vision swim. He paused before smiling: “Second Young Master, how did you find me?”