Phoenix Top and Dragon Bottom 32

Chapter 32 · Returning Home After Parting with You

It was because Long Qinghan realized that the path Duan Tianyi had chosen was towards the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

However, due to his illness, their journey was delayed, and they might not be able to catch up with Duan Tianyi.

Long Qinghan felt that once his health improved, he should ask Feng Xuanyang to buy a horse and rush there, but Feng Xuanyang refused, citing Long Qinghan’s poor health condition and the unsuitability for a hurried journey.

Helpless, Long Qinghan had no silver on him, so he had to agree with Feng Xuanyang.

As they drew nearer to the Heavenly Sword Sect, Long Qinghan’s heart pounded furiously, and he covered his chest, coughing lightly.

“Qinghan, what’s wrong?” Feng Xuanyang, who was sitting behind him, touched his face and asked worriedly.

At this time, Long Qinghan looked haggard, his face sunken, and his eyes dull. This illness had indeed come suddenly and terribly. He shook his head lightly and leaned on Feng Xuanyang, saying, “It’s nothing, let’s hurry on.”

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Feng Xuanyang lowered his eyelids, his arms trembling as he held Long Qinghan tightly, as if wanting to meld him into his own bones. Their skin touched without any gaps, their lips and teeth interlocked without separation.

This kiss seemed to last forever, until eternity.

Feng Xuanyang slowly released Long Qinghan, realizing that his eyes were dazed, almost fainting.

Feng Xuanyang hurriedly laid Long Qinghan down, went out to fetch a basin of water, and was about to wash his face when he found that he had fallen asleep.

Feng Xuanyang sat on the bedside, holding him and gently wiping the dusty face with a damp cloth, pouring all his tenderness into the action.

After wiping, he tightly embraced the person who had slimmed down, gently kissing the top of his head, the guilt in his words indescribable. “I’m sorry, Qinghan, this is all for your own good.”

He took a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured out the pills, and fed them to Long Qinghan’s lips through his own mouth, slowly licking and kissing, cleaning every inch of his mouth, tasting the bitterness of the medicine together.

Feng Xuanyang sat holding Long Qinghan until nightfall, and at the moment the sky darkened, he gently kissed his forehead, then tenderly placed him back on the bed, caressing the beloved face with sorrow. “Farewell, Qinghan.”

He turned and left without looking back.

When Long Qinghan woke up, he could only vaguely smell a faint sandalwood scent, but the man in red was gone.

He knew Feng Xuanyang had left, as Feng Xuanyang had only said he would escort him to the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the rest was unsaid. He knew that given Feng Xuanyang’s identity, he could not possibly go to the Heavenly Sword Sect, so his leaving was not wrong.

“Hmph.” Long Qinghan sneered. Every time, Feng Xuanyang had left without saying goodbye, leaving him alone to reminisce. But he had to admit that this method was the best. Without a farewell, there would be more anticipation, and less sadness.

He got up, finding that he was much better today. Counting the days, he realized that this short ten-day journey had actually taken them a whole month.

In this month of being together, his feelings for Feng Xuanyang had grown deeper and deeper. Although Feng Xuanyang was sometimes unserious, making his own temper worse, he had to admit that he was very happy, very happy. Thinking back to before his rebirth, he had always forced himself to cut off his desire when he saw Feng Xuanyang, enduring for more than twenty years, until he thought of ending his remaining life. But now, to have this chance again, even if in the future they were still opposed, he would be satisfied with these happy times they had shared.

No, he suddenly realized, he couldn’t let them be opposed again. He wanted them to stand in front of everyone and openly declare their love, not hide and be afraid of not being accepted because of their different paths.

Thinking of this, he was filled with strength, got ready, and went out. As he reached the door, the innkeeper suddenly called out to him.

“Young Master Long?”

Long Qinghan turned to look.

The innkeeper, seeing Long Qinghan’s well appearance, happily held out the item in his hands with both hands.

“Young Master Long, this was left for you by a gentleman in red.”

Long Qinghan was taken aback. Something left by Feng Xuanyang? He took it and opened it to look.

Inside, a dried plum blossom lay quietly, its color still vibrant, obviously well-preserved. Long Qinghan gently brought it to his nose and found that the dried plum blossom did not affect his nose, but instead released a familiar sandalwood scent, obviously carefully treated by Feng Xuanyang. Thinking of Feng Xuanyang’s kindness, his heart felt warm.

Next to it was a bottle of medicine. He opened it and smelled it, finding it to be the same medicine Feng Xuanyang had given him before. The bottle was labeled to take one pill every three days, and stop after nine days. He looked at it and took out one pill to swallow. He did not question what the medicine was, he just knew Feng Xuanyang would not harm him.

After placing the items in his embrace, he stepped out. Before leaving, the innkeeper called him back again, informing him that Feng Xuanyang had prepared a horse for him. He was stunned, then nodded in thanks and went to the stable to take the fine steed Feng Xuanyang had prepared, then rode back to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The powerful sects in the jianghu often chose to locate their headquarters on the mountain slopes, and the Heavenly Sword Sect was no exception. It was situated on Guanlong Mountain, even larger than the Plum Mountain Villa, with more magnificent buildings.

The town where Long Qinghan was staying was not far from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and after riding for a while, he reached the stone staircase at the foot of Guanlong Mountain leading up to the Heavenly Sword Sect. He led his horse and slowly walked upwards.

However, just as he reached the gate, he suddenly stopped, for he felt a human presence around.

At night, the Heavenly Sword Sect would not have guards at the gate, only a few junior disciples on night watch within the sect. Detecting people around the gate, Long Qinghan found it strange.

He stopped, stood up straight, and used the corner of his eye to observe carefully.

But he couldn’t detect anything. The other person’s breathing was barely audible, and there was no killing intent, if not for his martial arts awareness, he might not have noticed the other’s presence at all.

“Who’s there?” Long Qinghan asked in a deep, cold voice, his words icy cold in the rustling night.

But there was no answer, only the sound of trees swaying in the wind.

Long Qinghan stood silently for about an incense stick’s time, but the other party seemed to have endless patience and did not show themselves.

Long Qinghan frowned and scanned the area, but still could not find the person. Helpless, he sighed and went to the Heavenly Sword Sect gate, knocking.

Soon, a young servant came to open the door, seeing it was Long Qinghan and happily inviting him in. Long Qinghan nodded, handed the fine steed to the servant, and strode in.

As the door closed with a bang, Long Qinghan quickly pulled the door open a crack, just in time to catch a glimpse of a figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

That figure was extremely fast, showing extraordinary martial arts, and even with Long Qinghan’s quick reactions, he could only vaguely see a silhouette.

However, Long Qinghan’s brow furrowed, for that figure looked very familiar, but he couldn’t recall who it was.

He searched his memory, but found no one matching that figure. Then who was it, coming here in the dead of night and leaving stealthily?

Could it be…

Long Qinghan was startled. Yes, that silhouette was very similar to him. What was he doing here, lingering at the door, waiting for him? Could it be…

A warmth suddenly filled Long Qinghan’s heart, could it be that he had been guarding the door, waiting for him to return safely? Thinking of this possibility, he smiled in relief, unconsciously reaching up to touch the plum blossom on his chest, as if the familiar sandalwood scent was still wafting in his nose.

He looked back longingly, then went to his own room.

On the way, he passed his father Long Yue’s study, and found the light was still on. Puzzled, he knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” came a middle-aged man’s voice from inside.

“Father, it’s me, your son has returned,” Long Qinghan answered calmly.

The person inside seemed surprised, and his tone became somewhat joyful, in contrast to before. “Ziyu has returned? Come in, quickly.”

“Yes, Father.” Hearing this familiar nickname, Long Qinghan was stunned. He had almost forgotten this childhood name. How long had it been since he last heard it? It seemed that after he came of age, his father had never called him “Ziyu” again. Now, he unexpectedly called out this name, which was truly strange.

He remembered that when he was young, he felt this nickname was too feminine, and had always asked his father not to call him that, but his father found it endearing and never changed it. Later, when he grew up, he yearned to hear his father call him that again, but never did.

He went in, seeing his father standing with his back to him, hands behind his back. Long Qinghan respectfully went to his father’s side and clasped his fist, asking, “Father, why are you still awake?”

Long Yue did not turn around, but sighed deeply as he gazed out the window.

Hearing his father’s sigh, Long Qinghan went to brew a cup of tea and brought it to Long Yue. Long Yue took it sideways, still not looking at his son.

Long Yue took a sip of the tea, finding it faintly bitter, and sighed again. “Qinghan, has your father treated you well?”

Long Qinghan was taken aback. “Well.” Whether well or not, he did not know how to judge. This father of his was sometimes ruthlessly cruel, sometimes extremely good to him. But after the incident in his youth, he and his father had become estranged. 

Later, he followed his teacher and traveled for many years before returning home, and his feelings for his father had become even more indifferent. His father also became more strict with him, criticizing him for the slightest thing.

It was only after the Heavenly Sword Sect was destroyed that he thought of his father’s kindness. But now, even though he had been reborn, he still felt distant from his father, as if he couldn’t shake off the shadow of his youth.

Noticing Long Qinghan’s distraction, Long Yue spoke up again, but his words caused Long Qinghan to tremble involuntarily.