Phoenix top and dragon bottom 35

Chapter 35 · Intending to Leave Home to Seek the Truth

“Ziyu, be honest with your father, what is your exact relationship with Feng Xuanyang?” Long Yue asked solemnly.

Long Qinghan was taken aback, lowering his head without answering. The atmosphere that had just become lively suddenly fell silent again.

After a long while, Long Qinghan slowly raised his head, looking directly at Long Yue. His gaze was unwavering, only firm. “I love him, he is my beloved.”

Long Yue’s pupils contracted, his heart skipping a beat. Even though he had guessed this outcome, he truly did not expect Long Qinghan to so openly express his innermost feelings, not just a simple “he is my beloved,” but adding the words “I love him.” These three short words conveyed Long Qinghan’s love for Feng Xuanyang – not forced, not for benefit, but a genuine, deep-rooted love, longing to be by his side.

At this moment, Long Yue’s emotions were extremely complex, his expression changing constantly. Long Qinghan could not discern his attitude.

Long Qinghan did not pursue further questioning, only looking at Long Yue with a burning, determined gaze, wanting him to know that his love would never change, no matter how many lashes he endured.

“Ziyu, why are you so stubbornly infatuated?” Long Yue lamented, slapping his thigh and shaking his head with a sigh.

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Demon Moon! Long Yue’s whole body shook, turning back to glare at Long Qinghan, his voice tinged with a trace of trembling, “You… where did you hear this name?”

Sure enough, Long Qinghan’s eyes turned cold. So it was related to the Demon Moon, and even his father was so abnormal about it. This made him even more curious about what this Demon Moon was.

Long Qinghan’s words shifted, “Has Father heard of the Towards Plum Mountain Villa’s destruction?”

Long Yue quickly stepped in front of Long Qinghan, staring at him. But he found Long Qinghan’s face unchanged, the warmth from their earlier understanding replaced by an unwavering icy coldness.

Long Yue’s lips pressed tightly together. Realizing Long Qinghan did not intend to continue, he slowly nodded.

Long Qinghan raised an eyebrow. “Then has Father heard of the identity of the destroyer?”

“The destroyer?” Long Yue’s brow furrowed. “Your father heard the destroyer was the Villa’s enemy, but as for the specific person, I’m not clear. Could it be…” His eyes lit up, grasping Long Qinghan’s arms excitedly, “You know the true culprit?”

Long Qinghan slightly curled the corner of his mouth, lifting his head to meet Long Yue’s gaze. The profound glow in his eyes made Long Yue’s scalp tingle.

Long Qinghan subtly moved Long Yue’s hands away, saying softly, “Of course I know. Father, this person is also known to you.”

Long Yue was stunned, quickly lowering his head to ponder the suspicious individuals, muttering something under his breath.

At this point, Long Qinghan suddenly interrupted him. “Father, what, still can’t figure it out?”

“Could it be Feng Xuanyang?” Long Yue startled, sharply demanding.

“No,” Long Qinghan gently shook his head, the corners of his mouth curving into an arc. He slowly enunciated the three words, like a massive hammer, striking Long Yue’s heart with a resounding “Boom, boom, boom.”

“It’s ‘Demon Moon’.”

Long Yue’s pupils shrank, feeling his heartbeat suddenly stop. Hearing this name for the second time from Long Qinghan’s mouth, it was like a lingering nightmare, entangling him, threatening to drag him into the abyss.

Long Yue’s body trembled. “No, impossible, not him, he’s already dead, already dead!” Suddenly, he abruptly stood up, disbelievingly widening his eyes, backing up a few steps, then turning and quickly running out.

“Father!” Long Qinghan cried out anxiously, pushing himself up from the bed, nearly falling to the floor. But Long Yue had already fled, not looking back, leaving Long Qinghan even more anxious.

“Damn it!” Long Qinghan angrily struck the bed frame. The truth was right before his eyes, yet why did Long Yue again avoid answering?

His heart suddenly felt so weary, weary of the matters regarding the Demon Moon, weary of the matters regarding Feng Xuanyang.

He slumped back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, silently extending his hand, gazing at his palm, lost in thought. He had thought that after his rebirth, he and Feng Xuanyang could start anew, live well together, but he never imagined there would be so many entanglements. Just what was the Demon Moon, why did everyone speak of it with such dread?

After this incident, Long Qinghan fell ill again.

After resting for several days, his mother Lady Hong Xiu came to care for him every day, and even Long Mei had a furrowed brow, his face filled with worry.

But Long Yue did not come again, no matter what Lady Hong Xiu said, he refused to see Long Qinghan.

After resting for several days in his room, feeling his body fully recovered, Long Qinghan got up.

During these days resting, he had thought a lot. Rather than passively waiting for others to tell him the truth, he should go seek the truth himself. He needed to find out what this Demon Moon was, as it was the reason for his father’s opposition to Feng Xuanyang.

If he wanted to be with Feng Xuanyang, he must eliminate all obstacles hindering their love. 

Previously, during the destruction of the Towards Plum Mountain Villa, he had schemed to resolve the misunderstanding and hatred for Feng Xuanyang’s sake. If the divide between them was the rift between the righteous and demonic factions, then he would let the world know that the demonic cultivation was not evil.

Now, if the obstacle between them was the matter regarding the Demon Moon, then he would investigate and find out what the Demon Moon was, to remove all barriers obstructing them.

Because he loved Feng Xuanyang, he would not give up this love for anything. Since he had a second chance, he must firmly grasp this love!

That morning, Long Qinghan got up and went to find his parents. He did not bring up the incident from that day with Long Yue, but instead chatted about ordinary family matters. Long Yue saw that his complexion was still not quite right, but did not say anything.

This day, it was the most he had conversed with his parents since returning home. It was still three years before the Heavenly Sword Sect’s destruction, and those three years were enough for him. After three years, he must return to prevent the Heavenly Sword Sect’s calamity.

That day, he talked with his parents until night, even laughing as he reminisced about childhood stories, as if returning to the time before he was five years old. But he knew that after tonight, he would quietly leave home.

After bidding farewell to his parents and returning to his room, Long Qinghan silently began packing his luggage. This time, he did not intend to bring Long Mei along, so he had not told him about this. However, Long Mei had been Long Qinghan’s servant for many years, their hearts somewhat in sync, naturally knowing Long Qinghan’s intentions, and so he came into Long Qinghan’s room to help pack his things.

Long Qinghan was grateful in his heart, and in a moment of emotion, he called out “Brother.” Long Mei was startled, then smiled, patting Long Qinghan’s shoulder. “Young Master, travel safely, I will take care of the Master and Mistress.”

“Okay.” Long Qinghan smiled gratefully, then continued packing his belongings.

He did not need much for the journey, the only things he would not part with were the Yueze Sword and the dried plum blossom. He caressed the one in his bosom, feeling the blossom through his clothes, sighing softly. Perhaps when he returned home, it would be several years later. Even if he was branded an unfilial son, he had to make this choice.

In the past, after Feng Xuanyang had injured many at the Towards Plum Mountain Villa, he had returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect to recuperate. It was not until half a year later, when an incident occurred in the jianghu and everyone blamed Feng Xuanyang, that he saw Feng Xuanyang again.

At that time, after the incident, Feng Xuanyang had repeatedly invited him, intent on explaining the situation, but he had repeatedly rejected him harshly. Subsequently, the two grew further and further apart, until they embarked on an irreversible path. In his previous life, for the sake of responsibility and family, he had pushed his lover far away, even refusing to believe him. Now that he had been reborn, he would regain the love he had lost back then, and love Feng Xuanyang with all his heart and soul!

After packing, he sat on the bed, cultivating for a while. When he finished, it was already midnight, and Long Mei had already left.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the door. Gazing longingly at his room one last time, he pushed open the door.

However, a long shadow fell across his feet in the moonlight. A figure stood in front of him, back facing him.

Seeing that familiar silhouette, Long Qinghan trembled, momentarily not knowing how to speak.

“So you’ve always wanted to know what the Demon Moon is?” the figure said.