Transmigrated into a Heartthrob Novel and Went OOC Chapter 91

Chapter 91 

Finally, Fang Chaozhou had finished writing the manuscript. After taking half a day off from Xiang Yuan, he went to the bookstore in Shanxia Town.

The bookstore owner was initially glancing through Fang Chaozhou’s manuscript absentmindedly, but as he read on, his expression gradually changed. By the time he finished the entire manuscript, he reached out and patted Fang Chaozhou’s shoulder, his expression full of excitement.

“Though your writing style still carries a touch of naivety, the story’s plot design is remarkably clever. It’s filled with unexpected twists and turns, with back and forths from beginning to end. To be honest, among the fanfictions I’ve received, this is the finest piece.”

Fang Chaozhou’s eyes brightened. “So, does this mean I passed?”

“Right now, you’ll have to submit your manuscript to that individual’s hands to know whether it’s approved or not. Whether it passes depends primarily on that person’s judgment. However, rest assured, I don’t see any major issues. It’s essentially a done deal,” the owner said as he walked toward the counter. “Let me pay you a portion of the money upfront. You can use this for now. Once the verdict comes from there, I’ll give you the rest. You’ll know the outcome in about two weeks. Come find me then.”

Having earned some money, Fang Chaozhou instinctively thought about buying a water-element magical treasure. However, before he could enter, Brown Chicken called out, “You don’t need to buy magical treasures now. You promised to buy candied fruits for me.”

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Fang Chaozhou didn’t mind either way. Crowded with people meant vibrancy, and fewer people meant tranquility. Each had its own merits. “If you’re feeling lonely, how about I get a chicken from the mountains one day? Didn’t we see chickens for sale just now?”

As the conversation shifted, Brown Chicken promptly turned around and pecked at Fang Chaozhou several times with its pointed beak. While in its original form, such pecks might have caused some discomfort, now as a sparrow, it felt neither pain nor itchiness—no sensations at all, yet it pecked away enthusiastically.

“I have no interest in befriending those ordinary chickens. I have nothing in common with them. All they do is crow and lay eggs, lacking any hint of refined tastes.”

Mentioning refined tastes, Fang Chaozhou couldn’t help but playfully poke Brown Chicken with his hand. “Refined tastes? Are you referring to mud-dipping? Or attempting the ‘brown nest’?”

Last time, Brown Chicken must have overheard someone talking about the value of swallow’s nests, which were highly prized in both the cultivation world and the mortal realm. Feeling jealous, it believed that swallows, common birds found everywhere, shouldn’t be able to command such high prices for their spit. Consequently, it attempted to create its own version of a “brown nest.”

After much effort, it ended up spitting out the mud and a worm it had just picked up.

Brown Chicken’s gaze drifted. “I was talking about singing and dancing. Look at how well I performed last time. I’ve been getting more greetings from people lately.”

Indeed, the greetings had increased, and some of the greeters were even unfamiliar to Fang Chaozhou, likely inner disciples judging by their clothing.

Thinking about this, Fang Chaozhou sighed helplessly.

“Fang Zhuo, Water Yin Courtyard.”

Xiang Yuan’s voice brought Fang Chaozhou’s attention back. He stood within the group that had been called, and as he received his key, the cultivator handing it over said, “Because all the available rooms in the front mountain are taken, you’ll be living alone on the back mountain of Yizhi Peak. Water Yin Courtyard has been around for quite a few years but has been vacant until now. Here’s a topographical map, follow it to find your way.”

A circle was already drawn around Water Yin Courtyard on the map. After studying it for a moment, Fang Chaozhou realized his new residence was conveniently close to Zhichun Island, nearly a straight line away.

The only downside was that it was a bit farther from where he had been planting tree saplings.

Just as Fang Chaozhou noticed this, Xiang Yuan called out to him again.

“Fang Zhuo, wait a moment. Are you willing to switch tasks with Xiao Liu? He used to feed the fish at the pond behind the mountain, which wasn’t a big deal until he fell into the water yesterday. Now, he’s afraid to go back there. I noticed your new residence is close to that pond. Are you willing to swap tasks? If not, it’s okay.”

“I can do it,” Fang Chaozhou promptly responded.

He lowered his head to examine the distance between the fishpond and his new residence—super close. He felt like he wouldn’t need to take more than a few steps to reach it; it was as if they’d tailored the arrangement just for him.

On that evening, Fang Chaozhou moved into his new home with the key in his hand.

He had expected Water Yin Courtyard, which had been vacant for years, to be rather dilapidated. However, everything inside, apart from a minor entrance issue, was in pristine condition. It all looked brand new. He even thought of tidying up, but as he touched the furnishings, he realized there wasn’t a speck of dust on them. It was as if someone had just cleaned the place.

The Tian Shui Sect truly lived up to its reputation as the foremost sect. They treated their outer disciples so well, providing individual courtyards, each fully prepared and cleaned in advance.

After inspecting Water Yin Courtyard, Fang Chaozhou followed the map to the fishpond where he was about to start his new task. The pond was even larger than he’d imagined, and Brown Chicken got excited at the sight. It immediately declared its intention to take a dip.

As there was no one around, Fang Chaozhou confidently allowed Brown Chicken to return to its original form. Upon transformation, Brown Chicken dove into the water, excitedly squawking since it hadn’t swum for so long.

Moving to Water Yin Courtyard had brought Fang Chaozhou a sense of tranquility. All day long, apart from interacting with fish, his only company was Brown Chicken. No one came their way.

Due to the lack of people around, Brown Chicken was reluctant to transform back into a sparrow. It fluttered about in its true form daily.

“I still think Brown Chicken’s own appearance is the most appealing.” Brown Chicken admired itself for quite a while, then turned to Fang Chaozhou. “Fang Chaozhou, why don’t you change back to your own face?”

Fang Chaozhou shook his head. People here might not have seen Brown Chicken, but there was a good chance they had seen him. After all, he used to be the second disciple of Yizhi Peak in the Tian Shui Sect, quite prominent in rank. This meant there were likely many who had encountered him.

Although Fang Chaozhou didn’t revert to his original face, he sometimes engaged in a boredom-induced competition with Brown Chicken, comparing their swimming skills.

After three or four days of initial excitement, Brown Chicken’s enthusiasm waned. It recalled the notion of leaving the Tian Shui Sect and wandering outside again. Consequently, it started hinting at Fang Chaozhou.

“Since we’re so close to Zhichun Island, aren’t you planning to go see the beauty tonight?”

At the mention of Zhichun Island or the term “beauty,” Fang Chaozhou felt a slight twinge in a certain region.

“Maybe in a few more days,” he said, shifting his gaze to the fishpond.

“You can’t delay it any longer. Didn’t you feel particularly dry the past two days? Your water-element magical treasure must be running low, right?” Brown Chicken approached Fang Chaozhou with large steps. “Why have you become so unenthusiastic? You were all gung-ho when you talked about seeking revenge on the beauty!”

Fang Chaozhou cast a glance at it. “Alright, I’ll go tomorrow.”

“No, tonight’s the night. Early to bed, early to finish,” Brown Chicken pondered for a moment. “I figure you won’t be back until late tomorrow anyway. Besides, there’s no one here to oversee you. Go ahead, I’ve got your back if someone comes looking for you.”

Fang Chaozhou contemplated saying something, but ultimately decided to keep his mouth shut. Nonetheless, his ears turned progressively red.

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Zhichun Island.

When Fang Chaozhou arrived at Xue Danrong’s residence, he didn’t see anyone, but he did spot the sword that had clashed with him previously resting on the table.

The sword was present, but the person wasn’t. Xue Danrong was likely elsewhere.

After a brief consideration, Fang Chaozhou went to the Cold Pool and saw Xue Danrong meditating inside. It seemed Xue Danrong had heard some noise as his long eyelashes quivered, and he opened his eyes.

Those pitch-black eyes grew even darker upon seeing Fang Chaozhou. He pulled his outer robe over himself and emerged from the water.

The wet clothes clung to his body, revealing his curves unmistakably. Xue Danrong’s physique was entirely inconsistent with his face.

His face elicited a nurturing instinct, invoking a sense of pity. However, his physique…

At least every time Xue Danrong got close to him, Fang Chaozhou felt an oppressive aura, as if Xue Danrong’s aggressiveness was too overwhelming.

It was overly invasive.

Xue Danrong’s aggression seemed mild on the surface, but he left no room for retreat, nowhere to hide, and ultimately, Fang Chaozhou could only be caught, disarmed, and consumed.

But when the prey truly became afraid, this hunter would let go of the prey voluntarily, with the precondition that the prey was within his grasp.

This circle had no one else, only him and his prey. Sometimes, the prey didn’t even realize it was the prey; it might even believe it was the one in control, the dominant hunter.

As Xue Danrong walked toward him, his long legs swaying, Fang Chaozhou involuntarily turned his face away. Once Xue Danrong drew closer, Fang Chaozhou’s gaze returned to his face, avoiding looking downwards, and fixed his gaze on Xue Danrong’s face.

“Today, you should take the antidote,” Fang Chaozhou lied.

Xue Danrong pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the water droplets off his face. Yet, water droplets still trailed down his chin, slipping over his fair skin, and into his clothes. His entire body was shrouded in frost due to the intense coldness after his cultivation session. His long eyelashes even appeared as though they’d turned white.

“Cultivating together in the Cold Pool yields twice the result with half the effort,” Xue Danrong’s voice remained calm.

However, Fang Chaozhou’s calm had shattered. “It’s so cold here. How can we cultivate together?”

The first time he considered staying here was because he was afraid there wouldn’t be enough time for him to be assertive, but now that he could go to the cave residence, there was no need to stay by the Cold Pool anymore.

“Sure,” Xue Danrong opened his right hand, and a jug of wine appeared in his hand. “A hundred-year-old Su Yi Wine, it can resist the cold.”

Fang Chaozhou glanced at the wine in his hand and hesitated for a moment. “Is it really twice as effective here?”

Could this mean he could skip one dual cultivation session in the future?

Xue Danrong nodded.

After contemplating for a moment, Fang Chaozhou decided to give it a try. He brought the jug of wine over. “Alright, let’s have a drink then.”

In reality, Xue Danrong didn’t drink much at all; Fang Chaozhou practically finished it alone. This kind of wine had a mild initial kick, a sweet and sour taste that was far more palatable than the bitter ones. After drinking a few sips, Fang Chaozhou realized his body wasn’t as cold anymore. He had intended for Xue Danrong to share the drink with him, but Xue Danrong only took a sip, leaving the rest for Fang Chaozhou to finish.

Once they finished, the delayed effect started to set in.

Fang Chaozhou couldn’t recall the events that followed. He was in a daze the entire time, as if he heard someone say he wanted to see him dance. Upon hearing this, he apparently laughed.

“I only know how to do a striptease.”

The other person fell silent.

Fang Chaozhou became more enthusiastic. “Do you want to see? If you want, I’ll dance for you.”

Later on, he seemed to actually dance. However, he found his clothes insufficient and started taking off the clothes of others. Striptease, of course, looked better with more clothes. In the end, he seemed to be wearing around twenty or thirty layers.

With so many clothes on, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t take them all off. Thus, he refused to continue dancing.

Fang Chaozhou couldn’t remember what happened after he stopped dancing. He only knew that someone was holding him, and everything felt hazy and intertwined.

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