PHOENIX TOP AND DRAGON 47

Chapter 47: Departure, Return to the Room, and Bed-Pressing

After seeing Feng and Long off, Lao Qiyang slowly turned his head and bowed to the person standing in the shadows, “This subordinate has completed the task.”

The person in the shadows sneered and stepped out. He was carrying a person, casually throwing him to the side. He then smiled at Lao Qiyang, “Good work. I’ll make sure the master rewards you later.”

“Thank you, Tao…”

“Hey,” the person in the shadows raised a hand to stop him. He glanced at the person on the ground and said, “No need for formalities. Take care of this old fellow first.”

Lao Qiyang was startled and looked over. The person on the ground was… Lao Qiyang! There were actually two Lao Qiyangs. Which one was real and which one was fake?

The person in the shadows walked over, patted the standing Lao Qiyang on the shoulder, and whispered in praise, “Your disguise is excellent. Did you say what the master instructed?”

“Yes,” the “Lao Qiyang” bowed, “They will now head to Miaojiang.”

“Excellent, haha, excellent!” The person slowly stepped forward. The sunlight slanted just right, illuminating his face – it was Tao Huai!

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Long Qinghan didn’t notice. He stumbled back a step and touched his forehead in a daze, “Hmm? Did I hit a tree?” Looking up, he saw Feng Xuan yang glaring at him, and he dazedly said, “It’s you. Why are you standing there, disguised as a tree?”

After saying this, he rubbed his forehead, ignoring the person who was stunned by his words, and continued walking.

But, with another “bang,” he bumped heavily into Feng Xuan yang’s nose again. Instantly, something red flowed from Feng Xuan yang’s nose.

“…” Feng Xuan yang’s face darkened, showing signs of anger. He had clearly tried to avoid it, but Long Qinghan seemed to be deliberately bumping into his nose.

However, Long Qinghan’s reaction made him both amused and exasperated.

Long Qinghan looked up, just catching sight of the blood flowing from Feng Xuan yang’s nose. He was startled, rubbing his forehead and saying, “Hmm? Hit a tree again? Strange, how can a tree bleed?” As if curious, he reached out and pinched Feng Xuan yang’s nose, several times, causing more blood to flow.

“Long, Qing, Han.” A grinding sound slowly escaped from his throat.

“Trees can talk,” Long Qinghan dazedly slid his hand down, pinching Feng Xuan yang’s lips.

“…” Feng Xuan yang didn’t say anything, biting down on Long Qinghan’s hand and glaring at him fiercely. He wanted to see how long Long Qinghan would continue to be so dazed and spaced out.

But Feng Xuan yang underestimated Long Qinghan’s ability to zone out. Long Qinghan tilted his head and exclaimed, “Trees can bite? Strange and wonderful. What kind of tree is this, so human-like?”

“…” Feng Xuan yang felt an urge to pin Long Qinghan to the ground, strip him naked, and… well, you get the picture.

He stared fixedly at Long Qinghan’s vacant eyes. Finally, his face brightened, he released his bite, hoisted Long Qinghan onto his shoulder, and used light kung fu to run away.

“Ah? Trees can move?” Long Qinghan’s arms hung down on Feng Xuan yang’s back, still curiously looking around, wondering what kind of magical species this was.

Finally, the Grand Sect Master, aroused by the teasing, carried him back to the inn, kicked open the door, threw him onto the bed, and stripped him naked in a few strokes.

“Hmm? Why is it suddenly cold… Achoo, achoo, ah… Mmm…”

After a long silence—

“Ouch—You damn scoundrel, get off, you…”

…

After satisfying himself, the Grand Sect Master contentedly licked his lips, pecked Long Qinghan’s still-flushed face, and got down to clean his… behind.

Long Qinghan was exhausted, and Feng Xuan yang had nearly drained him dry. He lay on the bed, letting Feng Xuan yang clean him, even ignoring Feng Xuan yang’s… hands-on assistance.

On the way back, he had been dazedly recalling the events before and after his resurrection, not paying attention to anything. As a result, he was tricked into bed. He really couldn’t understand where Feng Xuan yang got so much energy, able to last so long. In contrast, he was utterly exhausted.

After cleaning Long Qinghan, Feng Xuan yang groped him a bit more, taking full advantage before pecking several kisses on his skin.

He took a bottle of medicine from his clothes on the floor, opened it, poured some liquid onto his hand, and evenly applied it to Long Qinghan’s back.

Long Qinghan’s back still had faint pink scars, though not very noticeable. But the loving Feng Xuan yang still disliked them and insisted on applying scar-removing medicine. After several unsuccessful attempts to dissuade him, Long Qinghan let Feng Xuan yang do as he pleased.

“Qinghan, take your medicine.” Feng Xuan yang threw another bottle of medicine to him. Long Qinghan took it, opened it, and sighed, recognizing the familiar smell as he took a pill.

Feng Xuan yang still wouldn’t tell him what the medicine was, but he trusted Feng Xuan yang and didn’t press further.

After taking the medicine, Long Qinghan moved slightly, about to return the bottle to Feng Xuan yang, but he suddenly glanced at the red lotus mark on his arm. A light flashed quickly through his mind; he seemed to have realized something, but the light was too fast for him to grasp.

He frowned in thought for a while, and then said ominously, “I also have a red lotus mark.”

Feng Xuan yang’s hand paused, then he forced a big smile, “Of course, didn’t you tattoo it yourself? Naturally, you’d have one.”

Ignoring Feng Xuan yang’s evasive words, Long Qinghan said directly, “We both have the Lianxin Gu, so, I must also have the Red Lotus Gu.”

Feng Xuan yang’s hand stopped completely. He lowered his eyes and didn’t speak, but the worry in his eyes betrayed his inner emotions.

Long Qinghan turned his head slightly, meeting Feng Xuan yang’s deep eyes, dull and calm, yet containing an unknown light. This quiet Feng Xuan yang made him a little at a loss, “Xuan yang, you…”

Feng Xuan yang leaned over, lifted Long Qinghan, and let him lie on his chest. He tightened his embrace, gently stroking Long Qinghan’s hair, never answering.

Long Qinghan slightly raised his hand, meeting those deep phoenix eyes, not knowing what to say. The complexity in those eyes, he couldn’t understand, couldn’t decipher. The only thing he could see was an emotion called guilt.

He then lowered his eyes, obediently lying in Feng Xuan yang’s arms, silently.

After a long silence, Feng Xuan yang let out a soft sigh, his arms tightening around Long Qinghan’s slender waist, “Qinghan, I’m sorry.” The words were full of guilt and affection.

This proud man had bowed his head for him, saying that “I’m sorry” which no one else would ever hear. What did he have to resent? Their lives were destined to be intertwined. Every time he was about to give up, Feng Xuan yang would appear just in time, allowing him to let go of his worries. This time, if he hadn’t met Feng Xuan yang after leaving Yi Wang Valley, he might still have been somewhat dissatisfied with Feng Xuan yang, but after going through so much, their lives were intertwined. What was there left to hate?

Long Qinghan pulled Feng Xuan yang’s long hair, twirling it in his hand, and smiled, “Look, now our hearts are bound together. You have the Gu and will eventually die, and I will also die because of the Lianxin Gu. Therefore, even if I don’t have the Red Lotus Gu, I won’t live long.”

Feng Xuan yang didn’t answer. His arms tightened further, the complexity in his eyes even greater, full of turmoil.

Long Qinghan softly said, “Now that we are alive, we should think positively, cherish each other, and enjoy every day.”

Feng Xuan yang’s eyes lit up slightly, “Enjoy every day?”

“Exactly, while we are alive, cherish every moment.”

Feng Xuan yang’s eyes suddenly shone brightly. He lowered his head and stared at Long Qinghan, “Qinghan, you…”

Long Qinghan smiled faintly, patting his hand to comfort him, “What? Don’t you think what I said makes sense?”

“It makes perfect sense,” Feng Xuan yang turned over and pinned him down, “Since that’s the case, let’s cherish our time and… do it a few more times.”

“What did you say! You… Mmm… I didn’t mean that…”

“Same thing, same thing…”

Soon, the quiet atmosphere in the room became restless again, gradually filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

The next morning, an exhausted Long Qinghan awoke softly in Feng Xuan yang’s arms. He rubbed his temples, and his thoughts drifted back to before his resurrection. He remembered Feng Xuan yang being questioned at Xiang Mei Mountain Villa, Feng Xuan yang’s furious anger as he drew his sword and pointed it at his chest, shouting, “You righteous martial artists are all hypocrites! What are you?!”

Thinking of this, Long Qinghan couldn’t help but chuckle softly, muttering resentfully, “In my opinion, you scoundrel, with your seven times last night, are even less of something than our righteous martial artists.”

“Hmm? Qinghan, what are you muttering about?” Feng Xuan yang opened his eyes slightly and heard Long Qinghan’s mumbled words.

Long Qinghan shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to him. He lazily turned over, sleeping with his back to Feng Xuan yang.

Feng Xuan yang leaned over, playing with Long Qinghan’s hair, bringing it to his nose.

Long Qinghan slapped his hand away, annoyed, “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, I won’t touch you then.”

Long Qinghan was startled. Would Feng Xuan yang actually be so obedient? But as soon as he had this thought, something soft touched his body, and several crisp sounds later, several bright red kiss marks remained.

“…” Long Qinghan was completely defeated by this scoundrel. He moved slightly, leaning against the wall, but the Grand Sect Master relentlessly rubbed against him.

Long Qinghan slapped the man’s face away, grumbling, “If you have so much free time, you might as well make me something to eat. I’m hungry.”

Feng Xuan yang was startled, then smiled, kissed Long Qinghan, and said, “Very well, your husband will prepare something. Let’s eat before we set off.”

“Set off? Where to?” Long Qinghan didn’t react for a moment, asking dazedly.

“To Miaojiang, of course, unless…” Feng Xuan yang was suddenly startled, his eyes widening, clutching his chest, and feigning sadness, “Unless you don’t care about your husband’s Gu? Qinghan, you’re really too cruel. We are connected, so your Gu is my Gu. Even if you don’t care about yourself, you should care about your husband.”

“…”

Long Qinghan decided to ignore this scoundrel. He pulled the quilt, burying his head.

However, Feng Xuan yang persisted, “Qinghan, we’re connected, you are me, I am you. How can you be so heartless.”

“…”

“Qinghan, Qinghan…”

Long Qinghan took a deep breath and finally replied indifferently, “If that’s the case, my body is also the Grand Sect Master’s body, the Grand Sect Master having sex is the same as me having sex, so can’t I also enjoy the Grand Sect Master’s body?”

“…”

Feng Xuan yang deeply felt that Long Qinghan had been corrupted by him…