Phoenix Top and Dragon Bottom Chapter 14

Chapter 14: The Incident Involving Gu Wu Sparks Feelings

After parting ways with Feng Xuan Yang, Long Qinghan returned to his room, but he couldn’t seem to sleep peacefully. Restless, his mind was filled with various thoughts, a mix of irritation and uneasiness.

He didn’t understand what was happening to him. Ever since Gu Wu arrived, he felt inexplicably restless. Whenever he saw Gu Wu getting close to Feng Xuan Yang, it was as if something was blocking his heart, leaving him feeling suffocated. Turning over several times, he still couldn’t fall asleep. He got up, drank some water, but the feeling of unease persisted. Letting out a long sigh, he decided to take a stroll towards Feng Xuan Yang’s room.

Young and inexperienced in matters of love, he didn’t realize that this jealousy he felt was the manifestation of his own emotions.

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Feng Xuan Yang belonged to him!

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he rushed to Feng Xuan Yang’s door, kicking it open with a thud. However–

In the blink of an eye, a flash of silver light appeared, and a silver needle shot quickly towards him.

“Qinghan!” Feng Xuan Yang urgently called out.

Long Qinghan was slightly taken aback but quickly flicked his sleeve, deflecting the silver needle towards a nearby wall. In a smooth and fluid motion, he turned his attention to the person outside the room, who was still shooting silver needles, this time targeting Feng Xuan Yang, who was unprepared.

Fearing for Long Qinghan’s safety, Feng Xuan Yang rushed to check on him. But the person outside the room shot several more silver needles, aimed at Feng Xuan Yang without mercy.

Without hesitation, Long Qinghan pulled Feng Xuan Yang close to him, facing the incoming silver needles. Amidst Feng Xuan Yang’s terrified cries, he condensed the moisture in the air, forming ice with a few swift palms. The silver needles froze in mid-air and fell harmlessly before they could reach him.

Having witnessed Long Qinghan in danger twice, Feng Xuan Yang was filled with rage. He turned around, swinging his sleeve with a powerful palm strike, hitting the person who had sneaked in to take Gu Wu. The intruder screamed, flying backwards and landing lifelessly against the wall. At the point of impact, their skin seemed to burn with visible blisters.

Gu Wu’s eyes widened, and her teeth chattered as her poisonous condition remained unresolved. Without any internal strength, she could only watch helplessly as the enraged Feng Xuan Yang approached. With one hand, he grabbed her neck and lifted her high.

“I didn’t want to kill you, but you crossed my bottom line. You, should, die!” Each word was uttered like the voice of a soul seeking retribution in hell, casting Gu Wu into a frigid abyss.

Gu Wu gasped for breath, her weak hands futilely grasping Feng Xuan Yang’s hand, attempting to break free. But it was all in vain.

As her breathing gradually calmed, she opened her eyes dimly before her imminent death. However, upon seeing something, her pupils suddenly widened, and she muttered, “Mo… Yue…”

With a sharp crack, Feng Xuan Yang narrowed his eyes and forcefully snapped Gu Wu’s neck, cutting off her last words.

“Mo Yue, what’s that?” A deep, cold voice came from behind Feng Xuan Yang.

Feng Xuan Yang was taken aback, tilting his head slightly to one side. He casually pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his hands, pretending to be indifferent. “What? Perhaps you misheard. I didn’t hear anything.”

Long Qinghan stared fixedly at Feng Xuan Yang’s back, remaining silent. There was an inexplicable glint in his eyes. His hearing was exceptional, and it was unlikely for him to mishear anything. However, Gu Wu’s words were muffled as she was being strangled, so maybe he had indeed misheard.

But as Long Qinghan furrowed his brows, he suddenly recalled that when Feng Xuan Yang turned his head slightly earlier, it seemed like his eyes had turned completely red. What was going on? Upon closer inspection, Long Qinghan took a few steps forward, arriving in front of Feng Xuan Yang. He glanced up and found that Feng Xuan Yang’s phoenix eyes remained as dark as ever, their usual ink-black color. Had he really mistaken something?

Feng Xuan Yang’s eyes slightly narrowed, containing an indescribable meaning. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, gripping Long Qinghan’s arm tightly and anxiously asking, “Qing… um, Young Master Long, are you alright?”

Long Qinghan was taken aback. He remembered that when Feng Xuan Yang urgently called him by his name earlier, he recalled the moment they faced death together in the snowy landscape. It was the first time he had heard Feng Xuan Yang call him so intimately by his name, but before he could hear it again, Feng Xuan Yang had already left. Now, hearing it once more, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy.

Long Qinghan glanced at Feng Xuan Yang, his own fiery phoenix eyes reflecting back at him. They were filled with concern, and he smiled gently, gently removing Feng Xuan Yang’s thick hand from his arm, shaking his head, and saying, “I’m fine, no need to worry. If you wish, you can call me Qinghan from now on.”

Feng Xuan Yang was delighted, smiling and saying, “Then you don’t need to address me as Brother Feng anymore. You can call me Xuan Yang.”

Long Qinghan paused for a moment and said, “Calling the Grand Master of the Nine Heavens Sect by name would be impolite for someone like me. Aren’t you afraid of losing face?”

“If even Young Master Long isn’t afraid, why should I be afraid of anything?” Feng Xuan Yang put his hands behind his back and teased.

Long Qinghan smiled knowingly and didn’t say much. He slightly lowered his head, glancing at the two lifeless bodies on the ground, and sighed, “It’s a pity… it’s such a pity…”

“What do you regret, Qinghan?” Feng Xuan Yang raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to his ear. “Is it a pity that no one will compete with you for me anymore?”

Long Qinghan’s body stiffened for a moment, and a faint blush appeared on his face. He shook his sleeve to push Feng Xuan Yang’s handsome face away and scolded, “Nonsense! I regret that she died…” He paused for a moment and then teased, “I regret that she died, so she can no longer serve the Grand Master.”

Saying this, he glanced smugly at Feng Xuan Yang and turned to leave.

Feng Xuan Yang remained stunned for a moment, glaring fiercely at Long Qinghan’s back. He clenched his teeth, feeling almost driven crazy by this person. The anger seemed to be making smoke rise from his throat. Swallowing his saliva, he went to the table, intending to pour some water to drink.

However, at the moment his hand touched the teacup, a cunning idea struck him. He took another cup and filled it with water, just as Long Qinghan was about to leave. He reached out, blocking Long Qinghan’s way.

Long Qinghan remained indifferent, as cold as snow on a lonely mountain. It seemed that after Gu Wu’s death, he had returned to his former aloof and proud demeanor. He lightly pursed his lips, with no fluctuations in his eyes. “What do you mean, Xuan Yang?”

Feng Xuan Yang put on a big smile and said, “Aren’t you thirsty, Qinghan? You drank so much alcohol just now and fought for quite a while. Aren’t you thirsty?” Hearing the emphasis on “thirsty” twice, Long Qinghan unconsciously swallowed, feeling a tickle in his throat. He wasn’t thirsty, but now, he felt thirsty just by being told so.

Extending his slender hand, Long Qinghan took the teacup. The porcelain cup contrasted with his fair hand, making his fingers look even whiter. His round and powerful fingertips lightly touched the rim of the cup as he gently brought it to his lips, sipping slowly, causing his delicate Adam’s apple to move up and down.

Feng Xuan Yang was mesmerized, unexpectedly finding something as simple as drinking water so enticing.

After almost finishing the drink, Long Qinghan slightly moistened his lips and was about to wipe away the water droplets when his hand was suddenly grabbed, stopping his action.

Puzzled, Long Qinghan looked at Feng Xuan Yang and asked, “Xuan Yang, what are you doing?”

Feng Xuan Yang’s mind went blank. He stared fixedly at Long Qinghan, his moistened lips glistening like a drop of jade-like dew, tempting one to take a taste. Unconsciously, Feng Xuan Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned closer to Long Qinghan’s slightly parted lips.

Long Qinghan looked at Feng Xuan Yang with a dazed expression. His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his thoughts drifted back to before his rebirth, to that last kiss before dying. A sudden pain in his heart caused him to smack Feng Xuan Yang’s chest with his palm, pushing the unguarded Feng Xuan Yang away.

After the strike, Long Qinghan finally reacted, staring blankly at his palm, apologizing awkwardly, “I’m… sorry, my hand slipped…”

“…” Feng Xuan Yang was speechless. Suddenly, he turned his eyes and groaned in pain, clutching his chest where Long Qinghan had hit him.

Startled, Long Qinghan hurriedly went over to support him, anxiously asking, “What happened?”

“Mm…” Feng Xuan Yang’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. He looked at Long Qinghan with a hint of grievance and said, “While I was sparring with Gu Wu just now, I got some minor injuries. And now, you hit me with a palm, it… cough, it hurts, it really hurts…”

Worried, Long Qinghan helped him towards the bed. However, Feng Xuan Yang suddenly shouted loudly, “There are dead bodies here, I don’t want to stay in this place…”

Long Qinghan froze, dumbfounded, and asked, “Then where do you want to go?”

Feng Xuan Yang glanced at him with a hint of disdain and said, “Naturally, I’m going to your room. Otherwise, should I sleep on the roof?”

“Ah,” Long Qinghan whispered, suddenly realizing, and supported Feng Xuan Yang as they walked to his room.

However, the road to the room was only a few dozen steps away, yet Long Qinghan felt sweat trickling down his forehead. It seemed like Feng Xuan Yang was deliberately putting his weight on him, making it hard for him to breathe. But when he turned his head and saw Feng Xuan Yang’s slightly pale face, he shook his head in self-ridicule. How could he have such strength when he was injured like this?

Wait, injured? Long Qinghan’s steps suddenly stalled, and he exhaled slowly, speaking in a cold tone with closed eyes, “Grand Master Feng, it seems you have sealed Gu Wu’s martial arts. So, may I ask how you were injured while sparring with her?”

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