Chapter 6: Using Tricks to Take Advantage of the Dragon
Long Qinghan’s steps faltered as he turned back and saw Feng Xuan Yang bent over, clutching his abdomen with hands, his brows furrowed tightly. A hint of pain appeared on his pale face.
Long Qinghan furrowed his brows and walked back, expressing concern, “Are you okay?”
Feng Xuan Yang lifted his gaze slightly and weakly waved his hand, saying with effort, “Not good… I don’t know what kind of sinister and vicious martial arts this dwarf practiced. My whole body is in pain…” He couldn’t bear it and crouched down, furrowing his brows and groaning.
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“I don’t know,” Long Qinghan blinked and looked around, saying, “How about we find a cleaner place and practice internal energy to counteract the poison?”
“Fine,” Feng Xuan Yang replied softly. When he looked up, he saw Long Qinghan quickly turning around and walking away…
“Long… Qing… Han,” Feng Xuan Yang gritted his teeth in anger.
“Hmm?” Long Qinghan stopped and turned his head, asking, “Why aren’t you coming?”
“…From where did you see that this seat can walk?” Feng Xuan Yang bit his teeth fiercely and said, “This seat can’t walk.”
Long Qinghan was taken aback, a faint blush appearing on his face. He walked back to Feng Xuan Yang’s side in embarrassment and lightly supported his arm, asking, “Can you manage now?”
Feng Xuan Yang didn’t hold back either. He placed one hand heavily on Long Qinghan’s shoulder and said, “It’s bearable.”
The force exerted by Feng Xuan Yang made Long Qinghan grunt, but when he saw Feng Xuan Yang’s pale face, his heart ached, so he didn’t complain and helped him walk.
Although Long Qinghan had affection for Feng Xuan Yang, he had never delved into matters of love before, so he naturally felt awkward. Moreover, they hadn’t had much intimate contact in their past battles, so it was only natural that he felt a little uncomfortable being so close to Feng Xuan Yang now.
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He has always been refined and kept to himself, rarely having close contact with others. Naturally, he feels awkward in how he supports Feng Xuan Yang. Several times, he has had the urge to shake off Feng Xuan Yang’s hold, but on one hand, Feng Xuan Yang clings to him tightly, and on the other hand, Feng Xuan Yang’s complexion does seem a bit off. He can’t bring himself to push him away.
Long Qinghan is solely focused on assisting Feng Xuan Yang, completely oblivious to the fact that Feng Xuan Yang has been glancing at him from the side.
In this close proximity, Feng Xuan Yang discovers a faint, cold fragrance emanating from Long Qinghan’s body, along with a sense of elegance. His porcelain-white face is smooth and flawless, without any pores, and his appearance is exceptionally handsome.
Feng Xuan Yang remains stunned for a while. Suddenly, Long Qinghan stops in his tracks.
Feng Xuan Yang is taken aback and asks in confusion, “What’s wrong?”
Long Qinghan turns his head slightly, furrowing his brow. “There’s a scent of blood.”
Feng Xuan Yang moves his nose, sniffing, but he doesn’t sense anything amiss. He looks at Long Qinghan with a puzzled expression. Long Qinghan remains silent, supporting Feng Xuan Yang as they slowly head towards the direction of the blood scent.
Ever since the tragic event that befell Long Qinghan’s family, witnessing the destruction of Tianjian (Heavenly Sword Sect) Sect and the killing of his loved ones, he has become extremely sensitive to the scent of blood. Not even the slightest trace of blood can escape his nostrils.
Long Qinghan glances sideways at the person who seems to have regained some vitality, feeling a sense of emotion. He used to believe that Feng Xuan Yang was the one who sent assassins after him, but deep down, a voice always told him that Feng Xuan Yang was innocent. The conflicting emotions entangled him for more than twenty years until he finally made the decision to put an end to it all. Unexpectedly, he only learned the truth moments before his death. Truly, the world is ever-changing and unpredictable.
He supports Feng Xuan Yang all the way, slowly walking into the thicket where the scent of blood grows stronger.
Feng Xuan Yang’s gaze becomes even more profound. When they reach the thicket, they discover numerous corpses scattered about, totaling about ten people!
Unconsciously, Feng Xuan Yang releases his grip on Long Qinghan’s hand and calmly walks among the corpses, squatting down to examine them.
The dead bodies are shrouded in black aura, covered in sores, and emitting a foul stench. The dried blood has pooled on the ground, indicating that they have been dead for quite some time.
These people all have distorted faces, but judging from their attire and accessories, they seem to be guests heading to Mei Mountain Villa.
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“Tsk tsk, the Five Venomous Sect is truly ruthless. I wonder how many martial artists have been killed for the sake of this wedding feast,” Feng Xuan Yang stands up, crosses his arms, and surveys the surroundings. Finding nothing particularly unusual, he turns his head back, only to meet Long Qinghan’s gaze, which carries a hint of annoyance.
Feng Xuan Yang is about to exclaim when he hears Long Qinghan’s slightly displeased tone. “Master Feng’s recovery seems quite fast.”
Feng Xuan Yang’s body instantly stiffens in place, but he reacts quickly. He awkwardly clears his throat and says, “I don’t know why, but it seems that inhaling this air has made me feel much better.” After speaking, he takes a deep breath, with a look of intoxication on his face.
Long Qinghan glances at him indifferently, a hint of disdain in his gaze. He turns around and takes a step forward, saying, “Master Feng can continue to recuperate here.”
Seeing his little trick exposed, Feng Xuan Yang can only awkwardly touch his nose. He uses his inner energy and ignites several dry branches, throwing them onto the corpses to cremate them. Then he follows Long Qinghan out.
Due to Long Qinghan’s aversion to the scent of blood, they walk for dozens of miles before finding a suitable and clean place to sit down. After they start a simple fire, they both lean against a tree and close their eyes to rest.
To prevent any potential attacks, they sit close to each other, and with the slight chill of the March weather, leaning against each other provides warmth as well.
Long Qinghan has been exhausted from the day’s events. Meeting and interacting with Feng Xuan Yang again has fulfilled his short-term goals. Now, he only needs time for their love to blossom, and when the time is right, he will express his feelings.
Lost in his thoughts, drowsiness overcomes him, and he falls into a deep sleep. Unbeknownst to him, his head unconsciously tilts to the side, resting on Feng Xuan Yang’s shoulder.
Feng Xuan Yang slightly opens his eyes and glances at Long Qinghan, who is breathing softly. A smile with an ambiguous meaning forms at the corner of his mouth. He gently moves, lifting his hand to embrace Long Qinghan’s slender shoulder. The two of them peacefully fall asleep like this.
Long Qinghan, likely exhausted, doesn’t wake up from Feng Xuan Yang’s embrace. Instead, he leans his head against Feng Xuan Yang, finding a comfortable position.
The next morning, Long Qinghan slowly awakens, still in a daze. He sees the enlarged face of Feng Xuan Yang and the red lotus mark.
“Hmm?” He hums softly and sits up, supporting his forehead. He hasn’t realized anything unusual yet.
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“Young master Long…” Feng Xuan Yang’s slightly reproachful voice softly reaches him. Long Qinghan raises his gaze and is startled, his eyes widening. It turns out he has been lying on Feng Xuan Yang’s legs.
Long Qinghan blinks, completely dumbfounded. Although he has feelings for Feng Xuan Yang, he hasn’t quite adjusted to such intimate contact all at once. However, as he ponders, he recalls that he slept soundly at first last night, completely unaware. Then he vaguely smelled the faint sandalwood fragrance from Feng Xuan Yang. Could it be that he leaned over during that time?
Seeing Long Qinghan lost in thought, Feng Xuan Yang can’t help but prop himself up and say, “Young master Long…”
“Hmm?” Long Qinghan snaps back to reality, realizing that he hasn’t yet moved away from Feng Xuan Yang’s embrace. He quickly pushes him gently and sits up, straightening his clothes.
“Sorry,” Long Qinghan turns his head away and apologizes softly.
“Young master Long, what did you say?” Feng Xuan Yang leans closer, pretending not to have heard.
Long Qinghan’s face blushes slightly. He is thin-skinned and usually proud, making it difficult for him to utter those three words of apology.
However, Feng Xuan Yang seems to understand his predicament and waves his hand dismissively, complaining, “Ah, my legs have gone numb.”
This further embarrasses Long Qinghan, and he raises his voice slightly, saying, “I apologize, it was unintentional.”
A glimmer of amusement flashes in Feng Xuan Yang’s eyes as he smiles and says, “It’s fine. Lord Dragon didn’t intentionally embrace me. It’s just a pity that my legs are numb now, and I don’t know what to do.”
Long Qinghan turns his head and looks apologetically at Feng Xuan Yang’s legs. In response to Feng Xuan Yang’s expectant gaze, he slowly says, “It will be better later.” Then he stands up slowly and goes to search for water resources.
Observing Long Qinghan’s indifferent figure, Feng Xuan Yang grinds his teeth in frustration.
As soon as Long Qinghan leaves, Feng Xuan Yang jumps up anxiously, adjusts his clothes, and restores his proud demeanor as the leader of the Nine Heavens Sect.
He stands with his hands behind his back and coldly asks the empty air, “What’s the situation?”
A respectful voice replies from the air, “Reporting to the Sect Leader, we have slowed him down.”
“Very good, withdraw for now and come back later,” Feng Xuan Yang says coldly, flicking his sleeve.
“Understood, I will comply.”
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When Long Qinghan returns, he finds Feng Xuan Yang lying on the ground, clutching his thigh and groaning in pain.
Long Qinghan is startled and quickly walks over to check on him.
He sees Feng Xuan Yang’s pale face, clenched teeth, and cold sweat on his forehead.
“Brother Feng, what happened to you?” Long Qinghan gently pushes Feng Xuan Yang and looks at him with visible concern.
Feng Xuan Yang takes a few slow breaths and gasps, “While I was cultivating just now, I didn’t expect the meridians in my thigh to become blocked… The obstructed meridians caused the turbulent true energy to surge into my upper body… Now… I’m in pain all over.”
Long Qinghan is alarmed and quickly supports Feng Xuan Yang, offering him the water he brought.
Half-squinting his eyes, Feng Xuan Yang leans against Long Qinghan’s shoulder, appearing weak and helpless, while enjoying the water fed to him by Long Qinghan Without doubting anything, Long Qinghan anxiously watches Feng Xuan Yang and continuously channels his inner energy through his supporting hand.
He glanced at Feng Xuan Yang’s thighs and wondered if he had truly numbed them with his weight last night, resulting in the current situation. However, considering his slender physique, he shouldn’t have caused such a condition.
“Young master Long,” Feng Xuan Yang interrupted Long Qinghan’s contemplation in a weak voice. Long Qing Han lowered his head and noticed that Feng Xuan Yang’s lips were stained with blood.
With feeble breath, Feng Xuan Yang asked, ” Young master Long, have you informed our subordinates of our current location?”
“Yes, Brother Feng, you can rest assured,” Long Qinghan nodded heavily.
“In that case, I can relax…” After saying these words, Feng Xuan Yang’s eyes rolled back, and he slumped unconscious in Long Qing Han’s arms.
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He is really shameless XD
Thank You for the new chapter (´,,•ω•,,)♡
Very much so. LOL. hehe.