Phoenix Top And Dragon Bottom 33

Chapter 33 · Knowing His Heart Through Punishment

“I’ve heard that you’ve been getting quite close to the Sect Leader of the Nine Heavens Cult recently?” Long Yue’s voice suddenly turned low.

Long Qinghan was taken aback, but he nodded, “Yes, I and he…”

“Enough!” Long Yue angrily swept his sleeve, turning around to reveal a stern face.

Long Qinghan was stunned, for this father of his was someone he had not seen for a long time. It seemed his father had some opinions about Feng Xuanyang.

Long Qinghan did not answer, he just looked coldly at Long Yue, waiting to see what he would say.

“Ziyu, tell me, what is your relationship with Feng Xuanyang?” Long Yue demanded sternly.

What relationship? Long Qinghan was amused, they had even been intimate, so what relationship could it be? But he did not directly state it, “Just friends.”

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Long Yue sighed lightly, walking over and reaching out to stroke Long Qinghan’s hair, “Ziyu, you’ve grown so much without me noticing.”

Long Qinghan was taken aback, the rigid lines on his face softening. It had been so long since he had seen this father of his. After his rebirth, he had only briefly seen him before leaving. Counting, it had been more than twenty years. But perhaps because of the past estrangement or the long separation, he still could not feel close to Long Yue.

Now, seeing his father’s appearance after all these years, he realized that his father had aged, with fine wrinkles etching the corners of his eyes, the marks of time on his face. He sighed inwardly, unaware that so many years had passed, memories of his father suddenly surging in his heart, only now realizing how distant they had become over the years.

He smiled slightly, the smile filled with affection. “Father, I will eventually grow up.”

“Yes, you will grow up…” Suddenly, Long Yue’s words paused, his eyes widening as his gaze fixed intensely on Long Qinghan’s neck.

Following Long Yue’s startled gaze, Long Qinghan’s heart sank, barely managing to utter an “Oh no,” before hearing Long Yue sternly command, “Long Qinghan, kneel down!”

With a heavy thud, Long Qinghan unhesitatingly knelt down, head lowered.

“Unfilial son, you unfilial son!” Long Yue’s trembling finger pointed at the kneeling figure, his voice unstable with anger.

Long Qinghan slightly raised his brow, facing that finger. “I don’t know what offense I have committed.”

“You still have the nerve to say that! Look at the mark on your neck, you unfilial son!” Long Yue angrily grabbed Long Qinghan, dragging him to the bronze mirror. “Look at it yourself!”

Long Qinghan was taken aback, raising his eyes to the mirror. He saw his own appearance was a bit haggard, his clothes slightly disheveled, and on his neck was a red mark, undoubtedly the kiss mark left by Feng Xuanyang.

It was understandable why Long Yue would be so furious. But Long Qinghan was no ordinary person, his pride unbending. Even facing his own father, he would not bow his head without reason, and he did not believe his love for Feng Xuanyang was wrong.

Long Qinghan said indifferently, “Father, what’s wrong?”

“You still dare to ask what’s wrong!” Long Yue roared angrily. “Look at the mark on your neck! You lied to me, saying you and Feng Xuanyang were just friends!”

Long Qinghan’s eyes were clear as water. He said calmly, “I did say he is my friend, as for the mark on my neck, it might be a mosquito bite.”

“You… you…” Seeing Long Qinghan not admit it and make excuses, Long Yue became even more furious. He pointed a trembling finger at Long Qinghan for a long time, finally bursting out, “Good, you unfilial son, kneel down!”

Long Qinghan pressed his lips together, kneeling down with a thud.

“You unfilial son, you actually have intimate relations with that demonic Feng Xuanyang, you… you have brought shame to the Long family name!”

Long Qinghan raised his head, the determination reflecting in his calm eyes telling Long Yue that this love was unwavering.

Seeing Long Qinghan show no remorse, Long Yue summoned someone to bring a whip, preparing to strike him.

Long Qinghan still did not respond, his back straight and upright.

“You…” Long Yue raised the whip, scolding, “You unfilial son, if you agree to cut ties with him for your father’s sake, I’ll let you off this time.”

Long Qinghan was startled, cut ties? “Hmph.” He sneered self-deprecatingly. Their relationship had been entangled since before, let alone after his rebirth, Feng Xuanyang was someone he could no longer let go.

He closed his eyes, and the image of a malicious face with a blazing red lotus on the forehead instantly appeared in his mind, warming his heart. Resolving himself, he declared firmly, “Go ahead and whip me, I will not regret!”

He did not resent Long Yue, he understood his father’s feelings. Before his rebirth, after the incident at the Plum Mountain Villa wedding, Feng Xuanyang had become a public enemy of the martial world, and since then, the righteous and demonic factions had split. As the leader of the righteous faction, the Heavenly Sword Sect naturally had some opinions about Feng Xuanyang, but because of Long Yue’s indifferent and easygoing nature, he had not led the martial world to attack the Nine Heavens Cult. Yet, even so, the Heavenly Sword Sect was still destroyed. At that time, everyone attributed this to Feng Xuanyang, causing the relationship between the righteous and demonic factions to further deteriorate.

At that time, Long Qinghan had tried to ease the tension between the two sides, constantly shuttling between the righteous and demonic factions, even taking the opportunity to get closer to Feng Xuanyang, but little did he know, he had lost his own heart. Realizing his unorthodox love, he had forced himself to leave Feng Xuanyang and return to his ascetic life, but day after day, his longing only grew stronger, the agony of loving without being able to possess it or let it go tormenting him for half a lifetime, until he finally went to seek Feng Xuanyang, wishing to end his remaining life.

Who would have thought, he would unexpectedly be reborn. After being reborn, living two lifetimes, he finally truly saw what he truly wanted. He had once thought that after Feng Xuanyang’s departure, he could spend the rest of his life alone, drinking wine by himself, but at the moment Feng Xuanyang took his own life, he truly realized that the only place he could truly find peace and belonging was where Feng Xuanyang was.

Therefore, in this new life, he wanted to walk his own path, to stay by Feng Xuanyang’s side until the end, even if everyone else disapproved and did not understand, he would stand by his side, come what may.

A gleam suddenly appeared in Long Qinghan’s eyes, and he slowly raised his head, meeting Long Yue’s gaze. The determination in those eyes made Long Yue’s hand holding the whip pause momentarily. That fearless gaze shook him.

Without any verbal exchange, Long Yue saw in Long Qinghan’s eyes the deep, unshakable love for Feng Xuanyang, like a love that would not be separated even if heaven and earth crumbled.

Long Yue’s hand froze in the air for a moment. As an experienced elder, he naturally knew the emotions flowing in Long Qinghan’s eyes, but he could not have imagined that this love would be so deep, so unhesitating, so resolute.

However, what of it? With a resounding crack, the long whip swiftly descended, striking heavily on Long Qinghan’s back, bloodstains appearing instantly.

“Long Qinghan, do you not know your wrongdoing?”

“I do not know what offense I have committed.” Long Qinghan’s words remained as calm as ever, the burning pain on his back, but he still showed no signs of pain, standing as proudly as an unfurling snow lotus, his head never bowing.

“You still don’t know what you’ve done wrong!” Long Yue gritted his teeth, whipping him again, and Long Qinghan let out a muffled groan, but he still held his back straight, not shrinking.

Long Yue was enraged, lashing out even more fiercely. “Do you know who Feng Xuanyang is? He is not only the Sect Leader of the demonic faction, but also the…” Suddenly he paused, swallowing the last word before it came out, not saying any more, but whipping even more viciously.

Long Qinghan was startled when Long Yue was about to say the word “Demon”, for he had a premonition that the word Long Yue was about to utter was “Demon Moon”. “Demon Moon”, hearing this term again, this time from his own father’s mouth, what exactly was this thing, and what relationship did it have with Feng Xuanyang?

Long Qinghan’s forehead began to bead with cold sweat, his back was aching to the point of numbness, but his thoughts were not on himself, but on the relationship between the Demon Moon and Feng Xuanyang.

Seeing Long Qinghan’s dazed eyes and distracted mind, Long Yue became even more furious, whipping harder and faster, leaving streak after streak of bloody marks.

Blood seeped out of the corner of Long Qinghan’s mouth, his body having just recovered, unable to withstand such torment. Soon, his vision began to blacken, his head growing hazy.

He could only vaguely hear Long Yue repeatedly asking, “Do you know your wrongdoing? Do you know your wrongdoing?”

He did not answer, for it was unnecessary. Whether he falsely told Long Yue that he knew his wrongdoing, or stubbornly said he did not regret, it would serve no purpose. Saying it would only make them both feel worse.

Some answers were better kept in the heart. In this moment of being whipped, he truly understood the depth of his own feelings. He loved Feng Xuanyang, and no obstacle could make him leave him, never, never.

As he sank into unconsciousness, he faintly heard his mother’s anxious calls, and his own low voice saying, “This love, I do not regret.” After that, he knew nothing more.