PHOENIX TOP AND DRAGON BOTTOM 42

Chapter 42: On the Road to Jiuhua Sect

Feng Xuanyang entered the room, the scent of the woman still lingering. He frowned, waving his sleeve to dispel the cloying fragrance.

He saw Long Qinghan bending over, packing his belongings. His eyes lit up, and he quickly approached, reaching for Long Qinghan’s buttocks. However, a hand intercepted him, striking with a chilling blast of cold air.

He twisted his hand, summoning his “Mingyang Technique” to counter the attack.

But Long Qinghan wasn’t easily caught. With a flash, his hand retreated into his sleeve, his body pivoting to face Feng Xuanyang. His other hand formed an ice flower, striking towards Feng Xuanyang’s chest.

Feng Xuanyang smirked, meeting Long Qinghan’s palm with his own.

Their palms connected, powerful energy swirling between them, sending the bed curtains fluttering. An unusual light flickered in their eyes, complex and unreadable. One palm hot, one cold, colliding. They stared at each other, a silent confrontation since their separation. Emotions surged through their joined hands – resentment, longing – reflecting in their eyes.

The swirling energy subsided, gradually calming. They both withdrew their hands.

Long Qinghan lowered his gaze, resuming his packing with an indifferent expression. This time, Feng Xuanyang didn’t interrupt, instead leaning against the bed, watching him intently.

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Feng Xuanyang swirled the water in the glass. “Qinghan, don’t you know you shouldn’t drink the water in a brothel? It’s often laced with aphrodisiacs. Unless…” He looked at Long Qinghan’s buttocks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You want another three hundred rounds with me?”

Long Qinghan stiffened, remembering last night’s passionate moans elicited by Feng Xuanyang’s skillful touch. He blushed, lowering his eyes, and turned his head away. “Fine, I won’t drink it.” Suddenly, a thought struck him. He turned back, accusing, “How do you know the water here is tainted? Do you come here often?! And you deliberately brought me here! You… what’s your purpose?!” He flung his sleeve, his expression showing a hint of anger and jealousy.

Feng Xuanyang’s eyes lit up. He caressed Long Qinghan’s smooth face. “Qinghan, you’re so adorable when you’re jealous. Traveling the jianghu, you need to know these things. Otherwise, if someone tricked you into coming here, you’d…”

Long Qinghan pushed him angrily. “What?! I’m a man!”

Feng Xuanyang’s hand trailed downwards. “Qinghan, I wasn’t finished. If someone tricked you here, I’d take advantage and drain you dry.”

Long Qinghan froze. “What’s it to you?”

“Eh? Qinghan, don’t you know this establishment belongs to me?”

“…”

“Otherwise, do you think I could hold you here, and you could cry out so passionately without anyone objecting?”

“…”

“Speaking of which, Qinghan, you were so captivating last night. I loved hearing you call me ‘husband.’ Come on, say it again for me.”

“…Fine. Come closer.”

Feng Xuanyang eagerly leaned in, only to—

“Ow! Qinghan, you kicked my precious jewels again!”

Under the vast blue sky, white clouds drifted lazily, the gentle sun radiating a comfortable warmth. A small black donkey carried two figures down a quiet path. The red-clad man in the back whistled cheerfully, swaying his body, while the blue-clad man in front scowled, his head lowered, his expression hidden by his hair. His heavy breathing betrayed his foul mood.

Feng Xuanyang nudged his “Celestial Steed,” urging it to go faster. This donkey, bought with a hefty sum, he hadn’t been willing to sell after parting with Long Qinghan, keeping it specifically for their reunion.

Long Qinghan sat quietly in front of him, unusually docile, letting Feng Xuanyang manhandle him without a word. This quietness meant one of two things: either he was angry, or…

“Qinghan, look how beautiful this place is! Let’s give our ‘Celestial Steed’ a name, shall we? Hmm, what should we call it? Since it’s so black, how about ‘Little White Horse’? Eh, why aren’t you talking? Oh, right, I forgot you’re immobilized. Do you want me to release your pressure points? Mm, you’re not answering, so I’ll assume you don’t.” Feng Xuanyang pulled Long Qinghan into his arms, caressing his face and giving him a peck. “Mm, so fragrant.”

Long Qinghan was stiff. Whatever pressure point technique Feng Xuanyang used, even with his increased martial arts skills, he couldn’t break free. He’d kicked Feng Xuanyang’s groin, only to be quickly subdued and immobilized, then thrown onto the donkey. He didn’t know where they were going, and he couldn’t even ask.

He glanced ahead, realizing the path was unfamiliar, yet he had a nagging feeling he knew where they were headed.

This was the direction of Jiuhua Sect. Feng Xuanyang was taking him there? How strange.

Long Qinghan frowned. Feng Xuanyang had been preventing him from learning about the Moyue incident. He shouldn’t be taking him to Jiuhua Sect. Had he misinterpreted? Was it just a coincidence? But according to what he’d learned from the woman, Jiuhua Sect, in its former arrogance, had isolated itself, building in a remote location. This road led to nowhere else of significance, only Jiuhua Sect.

What was Feng Xuanyang planning?

Feng Xuanyang, of course, didn’t tell him, continuing to whistle, touching and kissing Long Qinghan’s face and buttocks. When particularly amused, he’d even burst into song.

Along the way, Feng Xuanyang only released Long Qinghan’s pressure points during rests. The moment he was free, Long Qinghan would attack without hesitation. Inevitably, Feng Xuanyang would resort to underhanded tactics, immobilizing him again and administering another spanking. After several failed attempts, Long Qinghan learned his lesson. Once released, he’d remain silent, staring into the distance, ignoring Feng Xuanyang’s attempts at conversation.

Frustrated by Long Qinghan’s indifference, Feng Xuanyang would throw him onto the bed, ravishing him with various techniques and positions.

Long Qinghan’s body, accustomed to their prolonged intimacy, had become incredibly sensitive. A few caresses from Feng Xuanyang would elicit an involuntary response, leaving him moaning and breathless, too weak to even curse.

He’d tried asking where they were going, but Feng Xuanyang would either tease him into a state of arousal or brush him off, refusing to answer.

Realizing he wouldn’t get any information, Long Qinghan stopped asking, lying docilely in Feng Xuanyang’s arms, silent, letting him touch and fondle him.

As they neared Jiuhua Sect, Long Qinghan, instead of feeling tense, felt strangely calm. He touched his chest, a sense of unease settling over him.

“Qinghan, you’re spacing out again.” Feng Xuanyang’s hand reached out, pinching Long Qinghan’s cheek, then pulling his face into a smile before kissing him.

Long Qinghan returned to his senses, realizing they were in an inn. The journey had been a blur, Feng Xuanyang keeping him in a constant state of drowsiness, either from their lovemaking or the unknown drug. He’d been so disoriented he hadn’t even realized where they were, sometimes even being carried by Feng Xuanyang.

Long Qinghan rubbed his forehead, leaning weakly against Feng Xuanyang. “Where are we?”

Feng Xuanyang hugged him tighter. “Near Jiuhua Sect.”

“Is that so?” Long Qinghan’s eyes flickered, then he closed them. “I’m tired. I’ll rest.”

“Alright.” Feng Xuanyang gently kissed his forehead, holding him close and coaxing him to sleep.

Once Long Qinghan was asleep, Feng Xuanyang’s eyes darkened. He gently removed Long Qinghan’s robe, his fingers tracing the faint scars on his back. He applied ointment tenderly. “Qinghan, I won’t let your injuries go unanswered.”